#punk mairon

[junk-whunk-punk]

jeez i wanted to try a new challenge like "head tilt makes ur look different" but eeeegh i just drew Mai again👹 okaii👹

[junk-whunk-punk]

AYOOOOOO WAWAWAWAWAWAW MRRMRR😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

THEY TWO LOOK SO TASTY LEMME DEVOUR THEM WHOLLY

WOOF WOOF BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK

Rainbow Mai why so rude🥹 Although... Haha punkey it was your first time not getting away with something, yeh? Ok babe don't cry, come to dad stupido I'll hug you😌🥰🥰

And also. I'm afraid he'll take revenge for this traumatic experience 😼😼 (there is no hints on anything I mean it)

POV mbt's Mairon:

I've emerged from the burnout swamps clutches and as celebration will post Two new art today🎉🎉

In this we finally get the answers that we've craved for: Will (my) Mairon kiss his (@junk-whunk-punk) punk counterpart?👀👀👀

No he will not. How dare you even ask him that😌

(Ya can tell he's mad as hell by how his hair suddenly "flared" up😘)

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

More lessons

Pairing: Modern/Punk AU! Mairon/Langon/Melkor  

Themes: Smut

Warnings: Kissing | Fingering | Oral sex | Nipple play | Threesome |Sub Langon

Wordcount: 1.3k words

Summary: The lesson from that afternoon is far from over when Mairon returns to the apartment and Melkor tells him what went on.

A/n: This was inspired by this amazing fic by @cilil and this amazing piece by @junk-whunk-punk-artist

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Langon was about to receive more lessons when Mairon returned home.

He went into his bedroom first to wash and change, and then he went in search of Melkor. They talked for quite a while in the room Melkor had converted into a little studio. Langon, having made himself comfortable on the living room sofa, couldn’t hear what they were saying; their voices were too low, and the walls of the house were thick. Whatever it was, it clearly concerned him and what happened with Melkor that same afternoon, because when Mairon walked in and joined him, he had the biggest grin plastered all over his face.

“So!” he began. “Mel tells me the two of you found a very interesting way to spend the afternoon. Such a pity I missed it.”

Langon’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink before he looked away. “He just showed me how a certain thing was done, that’s all.”

Mairon’s grin grew even bigger. “Did he now?”

He stepped to the side when Melkor finally joined them, dressed in his favorite black t-shirt and plaid trousers. It made for a stunning contrast between Melkor with his dark hair and darker clothes and Mairon with his white shirt, jeans, and blonde hair. Every time Langon dared to steal a glance at them, his heart fluttered a little.

“Mel," Mairon continued, "what the fuck did I actually miss?”

“I already told you,” Melkor returned, his grin as big as Mairon’s. He leaned against the doorpost and crossed his arms over his chest, studying Langon keenly. Memories of their afternoon together left him tingling all over. “Langon over here wanted to learn a thing or two about the prostate and how it worked, so to speak.”

“So you did.” A wicked gleam sparked to life in Mairon’s golden eyes when he looked at Melkor. “Shame you only stopped with just that one act.”

“I know.”

Langon blushed furiously and turned to face them both. Shame you only stopped with just that one act, Mairon had said. I know, Melkor had said. And the way they looked at each other… it was as if they had cooked up a plan between themselves, and he suspected that he was going to play a part in it.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he remarked, rising. The room felt uncomfortably stuffy. Or perhaps it was just him, trying hard not to show the effect the other men had on him. “But I think it’s best if I left.”

“Do you really want to leave?” Melkor came over and sat down on the sofa. He stretched out his long legs and sighed. “Or do you want more of what happened this afternoon?”

Ah, did he truly want to leave? Langon didn’t know. On the one hand, what happened in the afternoon was more than anything he had ever experienced. It reminded him of how little he really knew and how much he wanted to learn more. On the other hand, the idea of two experienced partners having their way with him instead of just one felt more than a little overwhelming.

“I… I don’t know,” he answered in fits and starts. “I mean, what happened this afternoon was amazing and all, and… and... "

“Aww, just look at him. He’s so nervous,” Mairon observed, though not unkindly. “You don’t have to worry about anything. Mel and I will take care of it all.”

Langon hesitated, unable to frame a proper answer. Mairon walked over and stood behind him, breathing in the faint hint of rose oil lingering in his hair. He closed his eyes and sighed wistfully.

Mel was right. Even his hair smells amazing.  

“Was he good to you?” He whispered in Langon’s ear, making goosebumps prickle all over him.

Langon swallowed and nodded. “He was very good to me.”

“Good,” Mairon acknowledged. “But it would be even better with the both of us. Would you like that, precious?”

Langon shivered when he heard himself being called that. And Mairon said it so tenderly, as if it were for his hearing alone.

“I…” He began, then hesitated. Melkor patted his knee, encouraging him to say yes. He remembered what they did—all of what they did—and flushed from head to toe. Finally, the craving to experience more outweighed any sense of hesitation he may have had. He came to a decision and said, “Yes.”

Mairon took his hand and spun him around to kiss him. His kisses were sweeter and more patient than Melkor’s had been, and they left him more than a little dizzy. Langon clutched desperately at his t-shirt while he was being walked backward, and then he gasped when he was pushed down onto Melkor’s lap. A strong pair of arms went around him and pulled him closer, even as Mairon walked out of the living room.

“Keep him entertained,” he called out. “I’ll be back soon enough.”

“Close your eyes, precious,” Melkor urged, his deep voice already hoarse. He pushed thick, white hair to one side and peppered Langon’s neck with little bites and kisses like he did that afternoon, the stubble along his chin and jaw scratching against his skin as he did so. And when his hands snuck under Langon’s shirt to stroke his nipples until they stiffened and ached, Langon groaned wantonly and dropped his head against Melkor’s shoulder. He gripped his knee for more support and hooking his other arm around his neck, all while listening to him whisper the things they were going to do to him during the course of the night.

He didn’t notice Mairon entering the living room; he was so caught up with what Melkor was doing to him. Pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again rose and tore through him in turns, taking him to a place he had never been before. For Langon, it would have been enough, had his eyes not flown open when Mairon fussed with the lacings of his shoes.

“Relax, precious.” Mairon, already on his knees, removed one shoe and then the other before taking off his socks. “You’ll like this, I promise.”

I’m sure I will. Langon didn’t trust himself to speak, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself. He slumped against Melkor’s broad chest and closed his eyes while Mairon went to work removing his jeans and parting his legs until he was straddling Melkor’s lap. The cold air against his naked skin was a shock to the system, and the lube Mairon pushed inside him proved to be even more so. He jolted, his hips rocking instinctively, when Mairon easily slid a finger inside of him and began to thrust. Langon let out a transported whine when the first jolt electrified him.

“F-fuck!” He gasped, when Mairon dipped his head and sank his mouth down his cock. Melkor laughed softly when he arched his back repeatedly. Langon was so close to the edge already. He could feel it in the way he was breathing, all deep and ragged, like he was about to forget himself and let himself go.

“We’ll have to teach this one how to hold on longer,” he growled, nipping Langon’s cheek. “Would you like that, precious?”

“Y-yes,” Langon breathed, writhing against him when Mairon curled his finger and pressed it against that hidden spot inside of him, making him see stars behind his eyes while he did so. “P-please.”

Melkor was right about him needing to last longer. For this night, he knew he couldn’t. The heat of Mairon’s mouth and tongue, combined with his finger moving inside of him and Melkor toying with his nipples, proved too much for him. He shuddered as his climax ripped through him, and he moaned deeply even as Mairon pulled back quickly and left him to spill all over his belly. 

"Perfect," Mairon crooned and drew away, rising. Langon hissed, feeling strangely empty. He would have whined had Melkor not tightened his arms around him again. 

"Patience, precious," he commanded with quiet authority. "Tonight is far from over. Now how about we get you cleaned up and then head over to my bedroom?"

[mairon-goth-minion]

Intro

(idk what to put here)

-don’t ask for money, I can’t donate, money asks will be deleted-

Name: Evan Baguette

Pronouns: I don’t really care I’m fine with whatever (slightly leaning towards he/him but idgaf (but it’s actually baguette/baguettes/baguettesel))

Fav music genres: pop, rock, metal, indie, alt rock, punk

Fav music genres (what 2024 spotify wrapped says): Academic Wrestling Modern Rock, Light Academia Movie Tunes Soundtrack, Viking Tavern Bard

Fav color: uhhhh I guess green / black / silver / blue / purple

Fav author: Tolkien (and ao3 writers because that shit is AWESOME)

Joined: I think around September 20th 2024

Fav ships: (oh dear I’m 99% sure I’ll forget one and be disgusted with myself) Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghyuk, Barty x Evan, Remus x Sirius, James x Regulus, Glorfindel x Ecthelion, Túrin x Beleg, Bilbo x Thorin, Mairon x Melkor, Katara x Zuko, (oh no my mind went blank I can’t remember anymore)

Likes: reading, writing, scrolling on Tumblr, procrastinating, my cat, watching TV, playing video games

Dislikes: spiders, working, being bored

Sexuality: idk probably bi

Blog for when I hit post limit or whatever: @mairon-goth-minion2

💍 I’m married guys (my darling bitch, husband is crime, undercooked baguette and sickly victorian child (affectionate) @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft )

my twins (or triplets 👀?) @rainystarssx and @danaris112 !!!

Btw I’m a spam-liker XD

[junk-whunk-punk]

OOOOWOOWOWOWOWO MY KID🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗

"I'LL NEVER GO BACK HOME"........ HELP it's HIMMMM

TUMBLR YOU COWARD YOU'VE BROKEN TAGS JUST NOT TO LET ME SEE THIS PRECIOUS?? CURSE YOU

LOOK AT THIS HOW PERFECT IT IS😭😭 I still can't believe people can get any character's vibe and aesthetic just by seeing pics with them🥹 I'm surrounded with genius angels🤌

PEOPLE!! SEE THIS!!!!! SEND KUDOS TO THIS YOUNG LADY!!!!!! AND BE DELIGHTED!!!!!!!!!!!

𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐢, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧

@junk-whunk-punk 💋 you've probably already seen this, but let it be here

[cilil]

❅ Prompt: Lazy Day ~ modern/punk AU Melkor x Langon ❅ Synopsis: Langon receives a "hands on lesson" on what the prostate does. ❅ Warnings: Smut (some fingering) ❅ Short oneshot ❅ AO3

» AN: Inspired by this art that popped up on my dash today and written with @junk-whunk-punk-artist's blessing. It was supposed to be a spontaneous surprise that @melkors-big-tits might have spoiled a little, but that's alright :P hope y'all enjoy!

It was supposed to be a lazy day, just hanging out and blasting the shittiest metal music they could find to piss off Melkor's annoying brother. And things had been going fine, great even, until the conversation shifted to naughtier topics and Langon asked what he now realised might have been a dumb question. 

Melkor shifted on the couch, turning to face him, one leg crossed over the other. His elbow rested on the back pillow. "You don't know how the prostate works? Seriously?" 

Embarrassed, Langon increased the speed with which he chewed on his bubblegum. 

"I mean, I guess it's a sex thing or whatever, heard Mai talk about it once or twice when he's fucking Tyelpë, but you know..." 

He didn't feel like voicing it, but both he and Melkor were already well aware that, between the two of them, Mairon was usually the one bringing people home. 

"You're missing out," Melkor said.

Langon merely shrugged in response. As far as he was concerned, there was little he could do about it – but the devious glint in the taller man's dark eyes told him that he had other ideas. 

Melkor moved closer to sit directly beside him, their thighs brushing against one another, his arm already snaking around his shoulders. "Do you wanna find out?" 

His deep voice was devilishly, devastatingly alluring, and Langon blushed. He was not so naive as to not realise where this was going, and excitement made his skin prickle. Melkor was rowdy, cool, handsome and unfairly sexy, turning heads even when people despised and ridiculed him, and he was not immune to his charms. 

"U-umm... yeah?" Langon replied sheepishly and was pulled onto his lap without further delay. 

Melkor held out his hand. "You better spit that out first," he said, nodding towards his restlessly chewing jaw. 

Obediently, Langon spat his bubblegum onto his palm and watched him discard it carelessly before bringing his hand back to his mouth. 

"And now spit again. On my fingers." 

"Why?" 

Melkor grinned down at him. "Assuming you're as clueless as you're acting right now, you're gonna need it. Spit, pants down, pull your legs up. Got it?" 

"Y-yeah." 

"Good." 

Langon did as he had been told. His mind had not yet fully grasped that he was about to – partially – undress in front of one of the sexiest punks around, get fingers shoved up his ass and finally find out about one of the many naughty things Mairon got up to all the time. It was as exciting as it was nerve-wracking, but fortunately for him, Melkor seemed to know what he was doing. 

Now exposed and awkwardly balancing on the other man's lap, Langon felt his cheeks flushing bright red when his shirt was pulled up in tandem with a spit-slicked finger dipping between his shivering legs. 

"Relax, pretty boy. It'll feel a bit weird at first, but very good once I show you what your prostate does," Melkor laughed, his voice low and quiet, and leaned down to kiss Langon's cheek. The dark stubble on his chin and jaw brushed against soft skin, eliciting a small gasp. 

Langon wrapped one arm around his neck to steady himself while Melkor took his time massaging his rim and playing with his nipple before pushing inside. His breath quickened and his free hand grasped the nearest thing to hold on to when he was breached, landing on his friend's still-clothed knee. 

"Easy. Almost there," Melkor whispered in his ear, and Langon exhaled, willing his muscles to relax. It wasn't like he had never done anything of this sort before, but the sensation was strange and intense, his body wanting to tense up and push against it until – 

Melkor crooked his finger, causing it to press against a hidden spot inside him, and Langon threw his head back with a moan loud enough to alert the entire house. 

"F-fuck-!" 

It felt good, so good in fact that he began to move his hips to get more of it. Thankfully, Melkor was happy to oblige and pushed his finger in and out of him, rubbing against his rim and his prostate with skillful precision. He took advantage of Langon's exposed neck to pepper it with small bites and kisses and continued to leisurely explore the sensitive areas of his upper body with his free hand. 

Torture and bliss. Langon felt like he was having an epiphany, not just in regards to the euphoric pleasure flooding and drowning his mind, but now he also understood what all the songs and tales were about. He hadn't believed it could feel this good – and he had been so very wrong. 

When he inevitably came all over his shirt, cursing under his breath, Melkor carefully withdrew his hand and pressed one last gentle kiss to his heaving throat. 

"Think you got it now? Or do you need me to explain more?" 

"'m good," was all that Langon managed, closing his eyes to ground himself. "So very good..."

Thanks for reading! @junk-whunk-punk-artist I scrolled your blog a bit and hope I managed to capture the vibe somewhat heh X)

taglist: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @eunoiaastralwings @i-did-not-mean-to @melkors-big-tits @melkors-defense-attorney @singleteapot @wandererindreams

[mairon-goth-minion2]

Intro

(idk what to put here)

-please don’t ask for money, I can’t donate-

Name: Evan Baguette

Pronouns: I don’t really care I’m fine with whatever (slightly leaning towards he/him but idgaf)

Fav music genres: pop, rock, metal, indie, alt rock, punk

Fav music genres (what 2024 spotify wrapped says): Academic Wrestling Modern Rock, Light Academia Movie Tunes Soundtrack, Viking Tavern Bard

Fav color: uhhhh I guess green / black / silver / blue / purple

Fav author: Tolkien (and ao3 writers because that shit is AWESOME)

Joined: I think around September 20th 2024

Fav ships: (oh dear I’m 99% sure I’ll forget one and be disgusted with myself) Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghyuk, Barty x Evan, Remus x Sirius, James x Regulus, Glorfindel x Ecthelion, Túrin x Beleg, Bilbo x Thorin, Mairon x Melkor, Katara x Zuko, (oh no my mind went blank I can’t remember anymore)

Likes: reading, writing, scrolling on Tumblr, procrastinating, my cat, watching TV, playing video games

Dislikes: spiders, working, being bored

Sexuality: idk probably bi

💍 I’m married guys (my darling bitch, husband is crime, undercooked baguette and sickly victorian child (affectionate) @l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft )

[junk-whunk-punk]

MAI DRESSED LIKE A NORMIE!!!!! CAN'T BE SANE!!!!!! CAN'T BE REAL!!!!!!!

[junk-whunk-punk]

yes your melkor faceclaim is nikki sixx

OHHHH MYYYY GOD i'm going to open it to the full screen to thoroughly kiss every inch every centimeter every millimeter of these picture mmm it would be nice if it was possible to kiss them in reality (nothing personal but maaaan���)… but i can only kiss pictures… and the screen with your account page open…

i forbid you to condemn me for my desire to draw them

@angbangweek day 4 - au. 

ofc i had to go w my 80s rockstar au. i have a lot of thoughts on this, some of them r gonna be in a longer fic im writing, some of them are purely au and don’t fit. but maybe in some oneshots or smth.

[dalliansss]

People you'd like to know better!

Tagged by @curufinswife thank u

1. Three ships

Maedhros/Finrod; Mairon/Finrod; Finwë/Elwë

2. First ship

For the Silm? Melkor/Maedhros. For LOTR, AraLas.

3. Last song

The Girls - Blackpink

4. Last movie

The Pope's Exorcist

5. Currently reading

Return of the King

6. Currently watching

OPLA

7. Last thing I wrote

and treachery takes root, part 8 of Blood in the Mouth

Tagging: @antares0606 @sallysavestheday @fistfuloflightning @junk-whunk-punk-artist @endeavoringdaydreamer @searchingforserendipity25 + you ehehehe

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Punk! Melkor's hobby is DIY steampunk furniture. His favourite is a steampunk chest of drawers that he keeps in the living room. 

[sauron-kraut]

Tagged by the lovely @elevenelvenswords and @crackinthecup - Thank you both! 🖤

Tag Nine (or more) People You'd Like to Get to Know Better!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Red, gold, black, anything rust-coloured, yellow

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Salty, sour (MY BELOVED PICKLES), nutmeg, cumin

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: 80s; Synth-Pop, Soviet Synth Pop, Darkwave, Minimal Wave, Neue Deutsche Welle, Italo Disco (MY BELOVED), Euro Disco, Post-Punk, 90s Eurodance (No. 1 guilty pleasure), EBM, New Beat, Techno, (Nordic) Folk, J-Rock

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): LOTR, POTC (the first one), Donnie Darko, The Village, IWTV 1994, Only Lovers Left Alive and probably many many more that I'm forgetting rn

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: The Sandman 🖤, IWTV, Sense8 (URGH)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Whisper by Lindy-Fay Hella & Dei Farne - highly recommended

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Blue Eye Samurai

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: Saltburn - an amazing watch

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: Still re-reading the Silm :)

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: The occasional True Crime YouTube documentaries

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Currently still on my two recent WIP, one featuring 3rd age Sauron being weird with one of his Uruks in Mordor (I managed to make myself a bit uncomfortable with that one in a good way if that makes sense lol) and one about Mairon and Thuringwethil ending up feeling somewhat lost and lonely in Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

I believe literally everyone in my bubble here has already been tagged (unless I've missed something), so: anyone who would like to give it a go, pls feel free! :)

[gerardspuppy]

Modern au designs, or something. I think he'd be into glam rock

[scribblebee-ink]

So we all agree that the song for the seduction of Sauron was The Phantom of the Opera, right?

...

RIGHT??

[junk-whunk-punk]

They fall for tits😌

We all fall for tits😌

Thuri falls for Arien's tits, Mai falls for every man's tits🥂

(i still dunno how to draw girls ples don't hit me with ur slippers noooo)

[melkors-big-tits]

The last picture of squishy faced punk Melkor and this comment

Tickled my brain and so may I present to you part 2 of Melkor meeting @junk-whunk-punk-artist Punk Melkor💗 And now also featuring Mairon🎉🎉

I love how Melkor is a big dramaVala and will cry at the drop of a hat no matter how seemingly small the reason😌💗

Why he's crying (and sitting on punk Melkor) is because Melkor knows that punk Melkor is "another version of him" so naturally what is punk Melkors is also His which is why he's so very upset that punk Melkor would eat His cupcake because punk Melkor should Know that Melkor Does Not share His treats.😤

(But of course he doesn't take into consideration that his counterpart would feel the same way which is why two Melkors cannot exist in the same reality for a long period of time)😅

Also; he wore his pretty clothes and how does the bastard show his gratitude? By eating his treat. Jail! Jail for one thousand years for Scruffy!!😭😡😤

Also also; I believe that it's very on brand of Mairon to be an unhelpful little bitch and just filming the whole thing with his Eyephone🤣