Melkor yes.

The elder king. Father of dragons. Master of creation. Arising in might. {Sideblog to Disheveleddarkness; written by Morzan}

[lovelytimes1-deactivated2020021]

The eyes of Melkor burn during the Battle of the Sudden Flame as the wind blows his hair across his face. The scars later given by Thorondor, king of the eagles, were never erased.

[an-radish]

Could you draw Mairon and Melkor taking a bath together?

Yes, here you are.♥

[gelenka-daria]

manwë:*kisses melkor*

melkor:what is this

manwë:affection

melkor:disgusting

melkor:

melkor:do it again

[bella-alva-lovat]

Manwë: you've suffered enough torment it's time you met the Eldar

Mandos: Behave yourself or else

Melkor:

[eldamaranquendi]

Melkor by https://twitter.com/StephenGraWalsh

[third-of-finwe]

“I’m really… tired…” Mairon says and embraces him, quiet then as he holds onto him. After a moment he slips his fingers between his and heads to bed, pulling Maedhros alongside him. via @xbauglirx

“Me too,” Maedhros admits and, without changing into his pajamas, he curls up beside Mairon in bed, heart pounding in his chest as he silently begs for Melkor to stay away from them. Maedhros blinks away a few tears, rubbing them against his sleeve. 

[xbauglirx]

Suddenly Mairon flinches when he hears a door slam. Melkor is angry about something; fortunately it is something irrelevant to Mairon. Still, Mai’s heart jumps, and he holds closer onto Maedhros, listening closely.

Mairon gets out of bed, only to close his door and rush back.

[third-of-finwe]

“Mairon?” Maedhros sits up, “What’s wrong? What should I do?” He hugs his knees to his chest and looks around the darkened room, frightened by the noise and his friend’s obvious fear. How could he not have noticed before what Mairon was going through? Maedhros tries to remember more about what Mairon had told him about Melkor.

@xbauglirx

[xbauglirx]

“Nothing... I’m fine.” Mairon said quietly, pulling his blankets up as he climbed back into bed. He could hear Melkor’s car starting. He would be gone for now.

“He isn’t always like this.” he told Maedhros — but maybe he was mostly telling himself.

[third-of-finwe]

“I’m really… tired…” Mairon says and embraces him, quiet then as he holds onto him. After a moment he slips his fingers between his and heads to bed, pulling Maedhros alongside him. via @xbauglirx

“Me too,” Maedhros admits and, without changing into his pajamas, he curls up beside Mairon in bed, heart pounding in his chest as he silently begs for Melkor to stay away from them. Maedhros blinks away a few tears, rubbing them against his sleeve. 

[xbauglirx]

Suddenly Mairon flinches when he hears a door slam. Melkor is angry about something; fortunately it is something irrelevant to Mairon. Still, Mai’s heart jumps, and he holds closer onto Maedhros, listening closely.

Mairon gets out of bed, only to close his door and rush back.

[babyfoxcollectionthings]

[kaijutegu]

itchy!

[third-of-finwe]

Melkor smirked to Maedhros, staring at him for entirely too long a moment, until Mairon shifted over to kiss him. When Melkor broke the kiss it was to press a trail of kisses down his neck, sucking until pain blossomed with new bruising.

They soon moved from the couch to the floor when Mairon pulled at Melkor’s shirt until he took it off. The glow of the crackling fireplace illuminated the dragon tattoo across Melkor’s back — and the ridges of scarring on Mairon’s that spelled out Melkor’s name.

Mel pinned him down, kissing him deeply.

He looked to Maedhros again as he flipped open his pocket knife, working a thin incision down his chest, while looking to Maedhros to let him know he found great pleasure in being watched, and he very much planned to do the same to Maedhros.

As the ribbon of blood slipped down his skin, Mairon sighed in delight, “Fuck me…” He gasped when the cut deepened, and Melkor pressed kisses to it.

via @xbauglirx

Maedhros stared at the markings on Mairon’s back for several minutes, unable to bring himself to look away. Finally, when it became unbearable, he turned his eyes and curled up on the couch, pulling his overlarge Hogwarts sweatshirt around his trembling form and rubbing vaguely at his tears with one of the sleeves. Now would be his only chance to run but where? There was a dangerous storm outside, he didn’t have a car and surely everywhere else was closed or shut down. 

[xbauglirx]

The drugs got the best of him — Mairon slipped into unconsciousness.

“Mairon? Seriously?” But nudging didn’t help. Mairon had passed out.

This didn’t stop Melkor for long though. He slid the lace panties out of his way, and soon he was working himself into him, careless of any bleeding it caused.

His eyes fluttered open a few minutes into it, but Mairon was helplessly in a daze. He probably didn’t even quite know where he was.

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros looked on in horror, trying several times to protest. He was terrified of course, of the attention turning onto him but sickening guilt overcame terror and he stammered out a plea for Melkor to stop touching Mairon, his posture becoming even more protective as he curled around himself on the couch. 

“This isn’t right,” Maedhros whispered but the words died in his throat. He knew already that Melkor didn’t care. 

[xbauglirx]

He flipped Mairon over, holding his hips into an elegant angle as Mairon murmured faintly, “hurts… Mel…”

Melkor leaned in over his back and said into his ear, “Good.”

When he rose back he looked to Maedhros to tell him, “He’s mine to use, at MY whims. However. Whenever. And you will be too.”

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros gets to his feet. He has to leave. To call for help. To somehow stop this. Mairon is his friend. He can’t just sit here and watch. Maedhros trembles as he stands and starts to leave the room, quickly and quietly, his heart pounding in his ears, making him dizzy. Whatever was in his tea from before makes the entire room spin. He has so little time…

[xbauglirx]

Melkor finishes inside him as Mairon loses consciousness again. Melkor gets dressed and follows after Maedhros, reaching for his wrist. “And what do you think you’re doing? I think it’s time for bed. Help Mairon up the stairs.”

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros freezes. He wants to twist his hand away, to run, but he can hardly leave Mairon like this. Heart pounding, Maedhros nods slightly and walks back to Mairon’s side, reaching down to check his pulse. “Mairon?” he asks softly, “Are you alright?”

@xbauglirx

[xbauglirx]

Melkor leaves them, returning to the kitchen to get himself another drink and answer his texts from Manwë.

Mairon turns onto his side, struggling to open his eyes. For a moment he listens to the sound of the rain, and he reaches for Maedhros’ arm. “Sorry…” Now the embarrassment was hitting him. Why would Melkor do this when they had company? “I’m really… sorry…”

He is near tears, mortified by the evening.

[third-of-finwe]

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Maedhros whispers urgently, “He hurt you! You are bleeding!” Maedhros presses two fingers to the dried cut on Mairon’s arm, “Mairon, he will be back soon. What should I do? Can you stand?” Maedhros tries to contain his feelings of panic.

[xbauglirx]

Mairon sniffs, rubbing his eyes with his free hand as he works to sit up. He can certainly feel that he’s bleeding in several places. “I want to go to bed… I’ll be okay.” he says quietly. He takes a blanket from the couch to wrap around himself. It will do until he can get to his room and change into pajamas.

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros waits outside Mairon’s bedroom door for him to change, his sweatshirt once again pulled protectively around him. He knows that this is probably the wrong choice. But he can’t leave Mairon. Not like this. Maedhros will have to find another way to escape.

[xbauglirx]

Mairon isn’t sure how long it took him to get dressed in sweat pants and a My Chemical Romance tshirt, but when he is decent he steps back into the hallway, grasping the doorframe for support.

“Are you okay?”

[third-of-finwe]

“Yeah,” Maedhros attempts a small smile as he steps forward to help Mairon stand, “Do you need help? Are you feeling OK?” He’s worried by Mairon’s dizziness and trembling. 

@xbauglirx

[xbauglirx]

“I’m really... tired...” Mairon says and embraces him, quiet then as he holds onto him. After a moment he slips his fingers between his and heads to bed, pulling Maedhros alongside him.

[third-of-finwe]

Melkor smirked to Maedhros, staring at him for entirely too long a moment, until Mairon shifted over to kiss him. When Melkor broke the kiss it was to press a trail of kisses down his neck, sucking until pain blossomed with new bruising.

They soon moved from the couch to the floor when Mairon pulled at Melkor’s shirt until he took it off. The glow of the crackling fireplace illuminated the dragon tattoo across Melkor’s back — and the ridges of scarring on Mairon’s that spelled out Melkor’s name.

Mel pinned him down, kissing him deeply.

He looked to Maedhros again as he flipped open his pocket knife, working a thin incision down his chest, while looking to Maedhros to let him know he found great pleasure in being watched, and he very much planned to do the same to Maedhros.

As the ribbon of blood slipped down his skin, Mairon sighed in delight, “Fuck me…” He gasped when the cut deepened, and Melkor pressed kisses to it.

via @xbauglirx

Maedhros stared at the markings on Mairon’s back for several minutes, unable to bring himself to look away. Finally, when it became unbearable, he turned his eyes and curled up on the couch, pulling his overlarge Hogwarts sweatshirt around his trembling form and rubbing vaguely at his tears with one of the sleeves. Now would be his only chance to run but where? There was a dangerous storm outside, he didn’t have a car and surely everywhere else was closed or shut down. 

[xbauglirx]

The drugs got the best of him — Mairon slipped into unconsciousness.

“Mairon? Seriously?” But nudging didn’t help. Mairon had passed out.

This didn’t stop Melkor for long though. He slid the lace panties out of his way, and soon he was working himself into him, careless of any bleeding it caused.

His eyes fluttered open a few minutes into it, but Mairon was helplessly in a daze. He probably didn’t even quite know where he was.

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros looked on in horror, trying several times to protest. He was terrified of course, of the attention turning onto him but sickening guilt overcame terror and he stammered out a plea for Melkor to stop touching Mairon, his posture becoming even more protective as he curled around himself on the couch. 

“This isn’t right,” Maedhros whispered but the words died in his throat. He knew already that Melkor didn’t care. 

[xbauglirx]

He flipped Mairon over, holding his hips into an elegant angle as Mairon murmured faintly, “hurts… Mel…”

Melkor leaned in over his back and said into his ear, “Good.”

When he rose back he looked to Maedhros to tell him, “He’s mine to use, at MY whims. However. Whenever. And you will be too.”

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros gets to his feet. He has to leave. To call for help. To somehow stop this. Mairon is his friend. He can’t just sit here and watch. Maedhros trembles as he stands and starts to leave the room, quickly and quietly, his heart pounding in his ears, making him dizzy. Whatever was in his tea from before makes the entire room spin. He has so little time…

[xbauglirx]

Melkor finishes inside him as Mairon loses consciousness again. Melkor gets dressed and follows after Maedhros, reaching for his wrist. “And what do you think you’re doing? I think it’s time for bed. Help Mairon up the stairs.”

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros freezes. He wants to twist his hand away, to run, but he can hardly leave Mairon like this. Heart pounding, Maedhros nods slightly and walks back to Mairon’s side, reaching down to check his pulse. “Mairon?” he asks softly, “Are you alright?”

@xbauglirx

[xbauglirx]

Melkor leaves them, returning to the kitchen to get himself another drink and answer his texts from Manwë.

Mairon turns onto his side, struggling to open his eyes. For a moment he listens to the sound of the rain, and he reaches for Maedhros’ arm. “Sorry…” Now the embarrassment was hitting him. Why would Melkor do this when they had company? “I’m really… sorry…”

He is near tears, mortified by the evening.

[third-of-finwe]

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Maedhros whispers urgently, “He hurt you! You are bleeding!” Maedhros presses two fingers to the dried cut on Mairon’s arm, “Mairon, he will be back soon. What should I do? Can you stand?” Maedhros tries to contain his feelings of panic.

[xbauglirx]

Mairon sniffs, rubbing his eyes with his free hand as he works to sit up. He can certainly feel that he’s bleeding in several places. “I want to go to bed… I’ll be okay.” he says quietly. He takes a blanket from the couch to wrap around himself. It will do until he can get to his room and change into pajamas.

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros waits outside Mairon’s bedroom door for him to change, his sweatshirt once again pulled protectively around him. He knows that this is probably the wrong choice. But he can’t leave Mairon. Not like this. Maedhros will have to find another way to escape.

[xbauglirx]

Mairon isn’t sure how long it took him to get dressed in sweat pants and a My Chemical Romance tshirt, but when he is decent he steps back into the hallway, grasping the doorframe for support.

“Are you okay?”

[third-of-finwe]

Melkor smirked to Maedhros, staring at him for entirely too long a moment, until Mairon shifted over to kiss him. When Melkor broke the kiss it was to press a trail of kisses down his neck, sucking until pain blossomed with new bruising.

They soon moved from the couch to the floor when Mairon pulled at Melkor’s shirt until he took it off. The glow of the crackling fireplace illuminated the dragon tattoo across Melkor’s back — and the ridges of scarring on Mairon’s that spelled out Melkor’s name.

Mel pinned him down, kissing him deeply.

He looked to Maedhros again as he flipped open his pocket knife, working a thin incision down his chest, while looking to Maedhros to let him know he found great pleasure in being watched, and he very much planned to do the same to Maedhros.

As the ribbon of blood slipped down his skin, Mairon sighed in delight, “Fuck me…” He gasped when the cut deepened, and Melkor pressed kisses to it.

via @xbauglirx

Maedhros stared at the markings on Mairon’s back for several minutes, unable to bring himself to look away. Finally, when it became unbearable, he turned his eyes and curled up on the couch, pulling his overlarge Hogwarts sweatshirt around his trembling form and rubbing vaguely at his tears with one of the sleeves. Now would be his only chance to run but where? There was a dangerous storm outside, he didn’t have a car and surely everywhere else was closed or shut down. 

[xbauglirx]

The drugs got the best of him — Mairon slipped into unconsciousness.

“Mairon? Seriously?” But nudging didn’t help. Mairon had passed out.

This didn’t stop Melkor for long though. He slid the lace panties out of his way, and soon he was working himself into him, careless of any bleeding it caused.

His eyes fluttered open a few minutes into it, but Mairon was helplessly in a daze. He probably didn’t even quite know where he was.

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros looked on in horror, trying several times to protest. He was terrified of course, of the attention turning onto him but sickening guilt overcame terror and he stammered out a plea for Melkor to stop touching Mairon, his posture becoming even more protective as he curled around himself on the couch. 

“This isn’t right,” Maedhros whispered but the words died in his throat. He knew already that Melkor didn’t care. 

[xbauglirx]

He flipped Mairon over, holding his hips into an elegant angle as Mairon murmured faintly, “hurts… Mel…”

Melkor leaned in over his back and said into his ear, “Good.”

When he rose back he looked to Maedhros to tell him, “He’s mine to use, at MY whims. However. Whenever. And you will be too.”

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros gets to his feet. He has to leave. To call for help. To somehow stop this. Mairon is his friend. He can’t just sit here and watch. Maedhros trembles as he stands and starts to leave the room, quickly and quietly, his heart pounding in his ears, making him dizzy. Whatever was in his tea from before makes the entire room spin. He has so little time…

[xbauglirx]

Melkor finishes inside him as Mairon loses consciousness again. Melkor gets dressed and follows after Maedhros, reaching for his wrist. “And what do you think you’re doing? I think it’s time for bed. Help Mairon up the stairs.”

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros freezes. He wants to twist his hand away, to run, but he can hardly leave Mairon like this. Heart pounding, Maedhros nods slightly and walks back to Mairon’s side, reaching down to check his pulse. “Mairon?” he asks softly, “Are you alright?”

@xbauglirx

[xbauglirx]

Melkor leaves them, returning to the kitchen to get himself another drink and answer his texts from Manwë.

Mairon turns onto his side, struggling to open his eyes. For a moment he listens to the sound of the rain, and he reaches for Maedhros’ arm. “Sorry…” Now the embarrassment was hitting him. Why would Melkor do this when they had company? “I’m really… sorry…”

He is near tears, mortified by the evening.

[third-of-finwe]

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Maedhros whispers urgently, “He hurt you! You are bleeding!” Maedhros presses two fingers to the dried cut on Mairon’s arm, “Mairon, he will be back soon. What should I do? Can you stand?” Maedhros tries to contain his feelings of panic.

[xbauglirx]

Mairon sniffs, rubbing his eyes with his free hand as he works to sit up. He can certainly feel that he’s bleeding in several places. “I want to go to bed... I’ll be okay.” he says quietly. He takes a blanket from the couch to wrap around himself. It will do until he can get to his room and change into pajamas.

[third-of-finwe]

Melkor smirked to Maedhros, staring at him for entirely too long a moment, until Mairon shifted over to kiss him. When Melkor broke the kiss it was to press a trail of kisses down his neck, sucking until pain blossomed with new bruising.

They soon moved from the couch to the floor when Mairon pulled at Melkor’s shirt until he took it off. The glow of the crackling fireplace illuminated the dragon tattoo across Melkor’s back — and the ridges of scarring on Mairon’s that spelled out Melkor’s name.

Mel pinned him down, kissing him deeply.

He looked to Maedhros again as he flipped open his pocket knife, working a thin incision down his chest, while looking to Maedhros to let him know he found great pleasure in being watched, and he very much planned to do the same to Maedhros.

As the ribbon of blood slipped down his skin, Mairon sighed in delight, “Fuck me…” He gasped when the cut deepened, and Melkor pressed kisses to it.

via @xbauglirx

Maedhros stared at the markings on Mairon’s back for several minutes, unable to bring himself to look away. Finally, when it became unbearable, he turned his eyes and curled up on the couch, pulling his overlarge Hogwarts sweatshirt around his trembling form and rubbing vaguely at his tears with one of the sleeves. Now would be his only chance to run but where? There was a dangerous storm outside, he didn’t have a car and surely everywhere else was closed or shut down. 

[xbauglirx]

The drugs got the best of him — Mairon slipped into unconsciousness.

“Mairon? Seriously?” But nudging didn’t help. Mairon had passed out.

This didn’t stop Melkor for long though. He slid the lace panties out of his way, and soon he was working himself into him, careless of any bleeding it caused.

His eyes fluttered open a few minutes into it, but Mairon was helplessly in a daze. He probably didn’t even quite know where he was.

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros looked on in horror, trying several times to protest. He was terrified of course, of the attention turning onto him but sickening guilt overcame terror and he stammered out a plea for Melkor to stop touching Mairon, his posture becoming even more protective as he curled around himself on the couch. 

“This isn’t right,” Maedhros whispered but the words died in his throat. He knew already that Melkor didn’t care. 

[xbauglirx]

He flipped Mairon over, holding his hips into an elegant angle as Mairon murmured faintly, “hurts… Mel…”

Melkor leaned in over his back and said into his ear, “Good.”

When he rose back he looked to Maedhros to tell him, “He’s mine to use, at MY whims. However. Whenever. And you will be too.”

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros gets to his feet. He has to leave. To call for help. To somehow stop this. Mairon is his friend. He can’t just sit here and watch. Maedhros trembles as he stands and starts to leave the room, quickly and quietly, his heart pounding in his ears, making him dizzy. Whatever was in his tea from before makes the entire room spin. He has so little time…

[xbauglirx]

Melkor finishes inside him as Mairon loses consciousness again. Melkor gets dressed and follows after Maedhros, reaching for his wrist. “And what do you think you’re doing? I think it’s time for bed. Help Mairon up the stairs.”

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros freezes. He wants to twist his hand away, to run, but he can hardly leave Mairon like this. Heart pounding, Maedhros nods slightly and walks back to Mairon’s side, reaching down to check his pulse. “Mairon?” he asks softly, “Are you alright?”

@xbauglirx

[xbauglirx]

Melkor leaves them, returning to the kitchen to get himself another drink and answer his texts from Manwë.

Mairon turns onto his side, struggling to open his eyes. For a moment he listens to the sound of the rain, and he reaches for Maedhros’ arm. “Sorry...” Now the embarrassment was hitting him. Why would Melkor do this when they had company? “I’m really... sorry...”

He is near tears, mortified by the evening.

[third-of-finwe]

Melkor smirked to Maedhros, staring at him for entirely too long a moment, until Mairon shifted over to kiss him. When Melkor broke the kiss it was to press a trail of kisses down his neck, sucking until pain blossomed with new bruising.

They soon moved from the couch to the floor when Mairon pulled at Melkor’s shirt until he took it off. The glow of the crackling fireplace illuminated the dragon tattoo across Melkor’s back — and the ridges of scarring on Mairon’s that spelled out Melkor’s name.

Mel pinned him down, kissing him deeply.

He looked to Maedhros again as he flipped open his pocket knife, working a thin incision down his chest, while looking to Maedhros to let him know he found great pleasure in being watched, and he very much planned to do the same to Maedhros.

As the ribbon of blood slipped down his skin, Mairon sighed in delight, “Fuck me…” He gasped when the cut deepened, and Melkor pressed kisses to it.

via @xbauglirx

Maedhros stared at the markings on Mairon’s back for several minutes, unable to bring himself to look away. Finally, when it became unbearable, he turned his eyes and curled up on the couch, pulling his overlarge Hogwarts sweatshirt around his trembling form and rubbing vaguely at his tears with one of the sleeves. Now would be his only chance to run but where? There was a dangerous storm outside, he didn’t have a car and surely everywhere else was closed or shut down. 

[xbauglirx]

The drugs got the best of him — Mairon slipped into unconsciousness.

“Mairon? Seriously?” But nudging didn’t help. Mairon had passed out.

This didn’t stop Melkor for long though. He slid the lace panties out of his way, and soon he was working himself into him, careless of any bleeding it caused.

His eyes fluttered open a few minutes into it, but Mairon was helplessly in a daze. He probably didn’t even quite know where he was.

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros looked on in horror, trying several times to protest. He was terrified of course, of the attention turning onto him but sickening guilt overcame terror and he stammered out a plea for Melkor to stop touching Mairon, his posture becoming even more protective as he curled around himself on the couch. 

“This isn’t right,” Maedhros whispered but the words died in his throat. He knew already that Melkor didn’t care. 

[xbauglirx]

He flipped Mairon over, holding his hips into an elegant angle as Mairon murmured faintly, “hurts… Mel…”

Melkor leaned in over his back and said into his ear, “Good.”

When he rose back he looked to Maedhros to tell him, “He’s mine to use, at MY whims. However. Whenever. And you will be too.”

[third-of-finwe]

Maedhros gets to his feet. He has to leave. To call for help. To somehow stop this. Mairon is his friend. He can’t just sit here and watch. Maedhros trembles as he stands and starts to leave the room, quickly and quietly, his heart pounding in his ears, making him dizzy. Whatever was in his tea from before makes the entire room spin. He has so little time…

[xbauglirx]

Melkor finishes inside him as Mairon loses consciousness again. Melkor gets dressed and follows after Maedhros, reaching for his wrist. “And what do you think you’re doing? I think it’s time for bed. Help Mairon up the stairs.”

[xbauglirx]

(for spiritoffireburnson) "Get away from my daughter you foul little worm!" Feanare screeched, armed with a sword and wearing her gleaming armour.

“As much as I’d rather have you I’m afraid the opportunity was too poetic to miss, my dear. Unless... I can use it to strike a deal with you.”

[feanors-daughter]

“Your breasts lookin great, dear.” - Melko

“Do not fucking look at me. Do not fucking talk to me.”

[xbauglirx]

“The pregnancy suits you.” he said in her ear, scarred hands unlacing the back of her dress and pulling it down to her waist so that he could grasp her breasts.

[feanors-daughter]

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[xbauglirx]

He grabbed her shoulder. His lips fell to her neck, pressing kisses into her skin. “Let me care for you. We could be happy together, if you weren’t as stubborn as your father. You know you belong to me. This has always been your destiny. It is Eru’s will, not mine. My father has brought us together.”

[feanors-daughter]

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[xbauglirx]

“Eru brought us together — how can you ignore that? How can you forsake me, when I hold such power — such glory?”

[xbauglirx]

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER OR I WILL CUT OFF YOUR HANDS!!” (have an anger dad :3

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for you. Poetic, isn’t it? To merge our bloodlines. Since I can’t impregnate you…”

[first-son-of-finwe]

“YOU WILL DO /NO/ SUCH THING TO MY DAUGHTER!! I WILL TEAR YOUR EYES OUT, YOU HEAR?!”

[xbauglirx]

“But it’s already been done. You should be thanking me — I could have thrown her to the dragons. Instead, Eru has blessed me with a fertile consort.”

[first-son-of-finwe]

Fëanor didn’t wait to hear any more, instead lifting a spear and charging at Morgoth, screaming incoherently.

[xbauglirx]

He vanished, reappearing several feet away and laughing. “I wonder... what matter of beast she will produce? A dragon, perhaps?”

[third-of-finwe]

Melkor smirked to Maedhros, staring at him for entirely too long a moment, until Mairon shifted over to kiss him. When Melkor broke the kiss it was to press a trail of kisses down his neck, sucking until pain blossomed with new bruising.

They soon moved from the couch to the floor when Mairon pulled at Melkor’s shirt until he took it off. The glow of the crackling fireplace illuminated the dragon tattoo across Melkor’s back — and the ridges of scarring on Mairon’s that spelled out Melkor’s name.

Mel pinned him down, kissing him deeply.

He looked to Maedhros again as he flipped open his pocket knife, working a thin incision down his chest, while looking to Maedhros to let him know he found great pleasure in being watched, and he very much planned to do the same to Maedhros.

As the ribbon of blood slipped down his skin, Mairon sighed in delight, “Fuck me…” He gasped when the cut deepened, and Melkor pressed kisses to it.

via @xbauglirx

Maedhros stared at the markings on Mairon’s back for several minutes, unable to bring himself to look away. Finally, when it became unbearable, he turned his eyes and curled up on the couch, pulling his overlarge Hogwarts sweatshirt around his trembling form and rubbing vaguely at his tears with one of the sleeves. Now would be his only chance to run but where? There was a dangerous storm outside, he didn’t have a car and surely everywhere else was closed or shut down. 

[xbauglirx]

The drugs got the best of him — Mairon slipped into unconsciousness.

“Mairon? Seriously?” But nudging didn’t help. Mairon had passed out.

This didn’t stop Melkor for long though. He slid the lace panties out of his way, and soon he was working himself into him, careless of any bleeding it caused.

His eyes fluttered open a few minutes into it, but Mairon was helplessly in a daze. He probably didn’t even quite know where he was.

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Maedhros looked on in horror, trying several times to protest. He was terrified of course, of the attention turning onto him but sickening guilt overcame terror and he stammered out a plea for Melkor to stop touching Mairon, his posture becoming even more protective as he curled around himself on the couch. 

“This isn’t right,” Maedhros whispered but the words died in his throat. He knew already that Melkor didn’t care. 

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He flipped Mairon over, holding his hips into an elegant angle as Mairon murmured faintly, “hurts... Mel...”

Melkor leaned in over his back and said into his ear, “Good.”

When he rose back he looked to Maedhros to tell him, “He’s mine to use, at MY whims. However. Whenever. And you will be too.”