Am I the only one who thinks of Melkor each time I hear Peter Steele singing? That bass-baritone is just it.

||This is why I use Peter as my Melkor FC. My mate on my Sauron does the same.

Daddy Kink sentence starters

“Daddy’s home from work, pet. Have you done everything I ordered you to?” “Come here, bend over my lap and don’t move away until I’m done teaching you a lesson!” “There’s a good girl/boy, now open your mouth and show your Daddy how much you need him.” “Hand Daddy his belt and take your shirt off.” “Now, repeat after me: ‘I’ve been a very bad girl/boy and I deserve to be punished’.” “Spread your legs for Daddy… and beg for me to touch you.” “If I hear so much as one complaint coming from your dirty mouth you’ll go straight back into the cage.” “Daddy wants to hear you sing a song. Sit on my lap and make Daddy happy.” “What a beautiful girl/boy you are. But you need a lot of work. Stand up straight, eyes on the floor and walk like a model.” “Remember the book you wanted? I got it for you. It’s on top of the cupboard where you can’t reach it. Now ask me very nicely and I might lift you up.” “You do not get to decide when it hurts too much, understood?! I’ll stretch you further if you so much as whimper.” “Don’t worry, virgin. You’re not ready yet to be fucked by your Daddy. You need to be trained first.” “Daddy has some guests over. Be a good host and bring us drinks, pet.” “Are you really sick or just trying to get out of today’s chores? Let me take your temperature. Now, shh, you know Daddy is always fair with you. Unless he finds out you’re lying.” “Tell me how good I’m making you feel and maybe, just maybe, you can touch Daddy’s cock tonight.” “I don’t care that you’re humiliated. I don’t care that you don’t want it. I don’t care that you feel dirty being touched like this.” “You will come. You’re already close… You can’t stop me. I have you. I own you. Now struggle all you want before the end, but know that when you come you’re mine forever.” “I want you to wear this dress tonight when we go out for dinner. Underwear is not allowed. Understood?” “Don’t you dare come. I haven’t given you permission yet. I don’t care how impossible it feels. You will not come until I tell you to!” “How dare you come all over Daddy’s hand when he hasn’t said you could!” “I know your wrists are sore from being tied down, but you still have three more hours to go. That’s what happens to bad girls/boys.” “You didn’t think I’d forget your birthday, did you? I even got you a present. I’m going to make you feel spoiled today, because you’ve been such a good pet to Daddy.”

Send me a “(*3*)” for my mer!Muse to be captured by yours.

Your muse can be a pirate, or a scientist, or even another merperson! 

Send me a text that wasn't meant for my muse.

She had never thought she would find heinous creature on such blessed lands. There Findis had been, walking through forests behind her home late one night in deep thought, tired of the weight of the world on her shoulders, or rather her head where she wore her father’s circlet. Morgoth was across the seas, no? Could he have brought his creations to such land without being noticed? 

Findis took a step back when she saw the large wolf from plain sight. Where Oromë when one would need him?

Mairon’s fangs were bared as he spotted the elven woman, and he growled, taking a step forwards, claws crushing twigs and leaves as he moved. Melkor had never said he couldn’t hurt people… no. Aule would notice. He had to make sure Aule didn’t know what he was planning to do. But he wanted to help Melkor. He wanted to show his true colours already…

Azure hues zoomed in on the sharp canines the wolf had flashed, sure to watch her step as she walked backwards, hoping she didn’t fall and trip over a tree root. What heinous being was this...? Surely if she had yelled loud enough, one of her brothers or nephews would have come running, maybe even with Huan. Either Morgoth played a heinous trick, because stealing her elder brother’s silmarils was not enough, or the Valar had a leech in their breeches. “Nice wolf... nice... stay...”

Findis furrowed her brow as the other turned and wrapped his arms around her neck, but upon looking down at the pendant, a smile grew on her pale face, and she kissed his forehead, affectionately. “Thank you, Nolo. But are you sure you wish to give it to me?” She asks, gently stroking over his cheek, so proud of him. Giving, and thoughtful. He always found a way to touch her heart, even when she least expected it. 

Aracano closed his eyes, simply enjoying the caress of her wamr fingers against his cheek. Then he gave a nod, his small face serious. “Aye. I want you to wear it from time to time,” he said. “This way you’d always have your star close to you. Varda said I can give it to anyone I want to and I want to give it to you.”

“Varda was wise to trust you with this star, Nolo.” Findis notes, smiling down at him, ever so fond of her younger brother. “I will keep it close and think of you each time I look at it. I will also keep it safe.” She promises, hugging him tightly against her chest, sighing happily.

“Makes sense,” once again, the spirit of fire nodded. Not much time passed before Arafinwë arrived at where they were. “See? Safe and sound.”

Findis rose from her seat to wrap her arms around her younger brother, relieved. “The flame seems to think we should kill these stragglers.”

“He sails to the sky each night, Elros. He is the brightest of stars, because of one of my brother’s silmarils...” The exact one Beren had taken off of Morgoth’s iron crown. “There will be a time when he will come to you, both of you. You will know it when it happens.” She reaches across the table to place her hand over his, to give his an affectionate squeeze, a reassuring smile gracing her lips. When he began to speak once more, she drew back to lean against the back of her chair and listen, even tucking a stray strand of her dark hair behind her pointed ear, her circlet feeling slightly heavy; maybe that was just because she was reminded of her father. Her ‘step mother’ tells her that she is certainly his daughter, as she is her mother’s. A compliment from the great broideress she admires. “I too have been fascinated by the other races of this world. Especially those with hair on their faces.” She lifts a brow, smiling. “Maedhros certainly expanded his vocabulary to an extent, from what I have heard. So much like Ambarussa, Elros. I am truly intrigued.”

SEND ME A SYMBOL FOR ANGST;

SPECIFY WHICH MUSE ON MINE AND YOUR BEHALF

At last, the Maia turned to her and opened his eyes, glaring at her. “You came by their order, or so I was told. Why would have they been strict with you?” he asked “Is there any work to do in Aman?”

“Because they still fear we would turn on them like our older brother. You should understand, I’m sure. But one can never disobey a Valar, not like our brother.” She arches a brow at the question and shrugs. “I would assume so. The Valar would be the better people to ask that question to.”

Mairon nodded faintly in acknowledgement, knowing well that Findis was more than right. “No, I mean, as a ruler, there are not any threats to fight against nor deals to be made. It is all in absolute peace, so is there any work to do?”

Ah. His earlier statement could’ve been taken in that direction, too. “Sometimes yes, sometimes no. It isn’t so much about threat, it’s more of... what do the people want? We try to be just like our father.”

She had never thought she would find heinous creature on such blessed lands. There Findis had been, walking through forests behind her home late one night in deep thought, tired of the weight of the world on her shoulders, or rather her head where she wore her father’s circlet. Morgoth was across the seas, no? Could he have brought his creations to such land without being noticed? 

Findis took a step back when she saw the large wolf from plain sight. Where Oromë when one would need him?

Send "Flesh" for my muses reaction to your muse pushing them up against a wall and biting their neck