#mairon x witch king of angmar

[sauron-kraut]

Sauwitchking …because they’re running out of time

Heheehehehheheeee, I'm rubbing my greedy little hands as we speak; thank you so much for this one.

Here you go!

Prompt list here

38. ...because they're running out of time

Mairon wakes up to a trembling body beside him. The Witch-King is shivering violently under the thick wolf pelt they are sharing, the parts of him that are exposed to the moonlight pale and sheening with cold sweat. 

Mairon cups his cheek, making eye contact, his face wearing a look of concern. “Are you cold, dearest?”

The king can only muster frantic nodding. 

“Come here; I will warm you,” Mairon says, and draws him close with ease. He has become frail. Mairon tucks the wolf pelt in around them and cradles the king in a tight embrace. He presses their bodies together, still naked from earlier that night. The king’s dwindling strength had been apparent.

The once proud Witch-King buries his head in the crook of Mairon’s neck. When he speaks, it is no more than a whisper against the Maia’s skin, but it is calm.

“What is happening to me?��� 

The ring, dearest, the ring. Where comes power comes sacrifice. A smile forms on Mairon’s lips against the Witch-Kings dark hair. You shall be mine, more than ever.

“Shhhh, it’s alright, it’s going to be alright. I am here.” Mairon is gently rocking him in his arms now.

“Am I dying, lord?”

“Fear not, for eternity awaits,” Mairon says and lifts the king’s head to press a kiss on his parted lips, tips of their tongues touching weakly.

Soon, the body in his arms will be no more, the lips and the warm mouth and the clammy skin. A thing to discard. 

Mairon will take his hand and raise him from the ashes of mortality. Necessary, and a favour.

No, he will be better for Mairon, he will be stronger, and he will be forever. At last, he will be entirely his.

[lvsifer]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern

tagged by @seamayweed thank you so much 💕

Quick disclaimer: the tags added here are to give a general impression, pls heed the ao3 tags if you want to read them as many of these include unhealthy dynamics etc. ♡

1. true faith. (TLT: John/Alecto, John/Mercy/Augustine) character study

For almost ten thousand years Alecto dreams in her tomb.

2. Night Moth (Silmarillion: Mairon/Witchking of Angmar) slow burn, seduction

The mountains rise high and crack black into the storming sky, here in the North where winds whip the landscape into desert, where all is barren stone and blackness save the snowy crests of the mountains, one man has long since claimed his stronghold. 

3. more than blood hooks (Fantastic Beasts: Albus/Gellert, Gellert/Aurelius, Albus/Aurelius) exploration of grief, dead dove

The wind blows cold and wet, scatters snow on every surface until at last the world is white with silence.

4. lean to my wound; burn on (HOTD: Rhaenyra/Daemon, Rhaenyra/Alicent) coming of age, gender exploration

Rhaenyra is four years old and hiding behind her father’s chair, clasping her wooden sword.

5. No Sacrilege (IWTV: Lestat/Louis) pwp, Louis in a dress, love

It’s a sweltering summer night, the heat so thick it stills the world by day and now sweetens the dusk.

6. missing link (BTS: Jhope/Yoongi) pwp, kink, cnc roleplay, web cams

Yoongi opens the website, dick in hand.

7. Friction (Star Wars: Kylo Ren/General Hux) Vader survives AU, action, politics, war, classic kylux

“I killed Luke Skywalker. The last Jedi is dead.”

8. Bangtan High cowritten with Elinad ♡ (BTS: ot7 and all variations of ships) teacher!AU, mutual pining, angst, fluff, slice of life

A sheet of fog dusts the town, wetting the air with the smell of rotting leaves.

9. doubtless while we dream (BTS: Jhope/Yoongi, Taehyung/Yoongi, Jhope/Taehyung, Jhope/Taehyung/Yoongi) pwp, hurt/comfort

The sun sets dirty over the noise of Manhattan's streets, and neon streaks the city in the onset of night.

10. and this dark soil (Fantastic Beasts: Gellert/Credence (Aurelius), Gellert/Albus) unhealthy relationships, manipulation

Grindelwald takes him to the darkling forests of Austria, over the jagged ranges of the alps, through valleys shrouded in the gossamers of fog, until at last they reach Nurmengard.

Alright. I love to start with descriptions most of the time, unless I start with sword or dick in hand, it seems. Crying at myself here.

Tagging @jamlocked @fraeuleinfriedhof @cilil @saintstars @curufiin @liesmyth @crackinthecup @theskeletonprior @seebestattung @sightetsound @killpilled and whoever else might wanna do it, just feel free to tag me! 💕

[kaiartx]

The Witch King's Milkers

Pairing: Sauron/Witch King of Angmar

Summary: Sauron misses the Witch King's tits.

Notes: I'm very sorry for this and I also didn't expect it to turn a bit sad at the end but please take this as a joke and I hope you enjoy.

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Sauron was sitting on his throne in Mordor, alone, after sending the ringwraiths after that hobbit that had stolen his ring. It had been a few days and he missed his lover, the Witch King of Angmar; the days were just very lonely without him.

All Sauron could think about were the Witch King’s coal-like milkers, although they were quite different from the ones of his one true love Melkor. Oh he missed his Dark Lord's soft milkers so much… All he had now was the Witch King and it was surprising how similar they were, but these tits were crusty; they were colder and the nips were like dark rusty coal, much like everything else in Mordor. 

Sauron longed for the day he could hold those tiddies again, it was his only comfort in an age where everything and everyone else he ever had was gone; but he didn't know that day would never come, he didn't know he wouldn't be seeing his lover ever again and so he could just hope in vain.

[so-mitzycal]

Just cashing in to say

I now have an rp blog for my silmarillion chirren at @ask-the-maiar

It's mostly about Risiän and Iorwenith, though I also occasionally rp as Melkor, Mairon and my headcanoned version of Angmar

See yall there ✌️

[sauron-kraut]

Summary: Mairon binds the Witch-King of Angmar to him with the little aid of a song.

I wrote this little thing to honor @lvsifer 's wonderful fic Night Moth, which gives me life.

This can be read as an accompanying piece.

A conversation with my dear @cilil  about the power of Ainurin magic through song inspired what I did with this drabble. 🖤

I hope you all appreciate that I wrote this at the office and that I'm posting it from my work computer lol.

Candles flicker and make the walls dance. Sat on the floor they face each other, the Maia holds the witch’s hands in his. The king looks calm. He is twisting one of Mairon’s rings.

Sing for me, the king had demanded. Share your chants with me. And Mairon does. He sings in an old tongue the Witch-King does not know, a song of shaping ore and shaping hearts and taking root.

He sings of forging, tempting, lust and lies. Of breaking and remaking things.

The Witch-King flinches, as if struck.

What will it do?

Mairon smiles.

You will know soon.

[sauron-kraut]

ship ask thingy: mairon x the witch king of angmar

Thank you for the ask my friend 🖤

I love this ship and a good part of that is @lvsifer 's fault. Thank you for the insanity. A ship that, to me, is tragic and beautiful as much as it is unhealthy and awful 🖤 I mean, we know what happened to the Witch-King. Also I bet they did some fucked up weird ritualistic sorcery stuff together.

[sauron-kraut]

It's my beloved @lvsifer's birthday today and I wanted to start my contributions to hopefully making this special day a nice one with a little double drabble. No better occasion for smashing our two sons (Khamûl and the Witch-King) together 🖤

This is entirely based on our lovely conversations and @lvsifer's idea. Thank you so much for giving me another inspiration to work with, I hope you like this little thingy. 🖤🖤🖤

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEINI

Summary: Mairon watches as Khamûl and the Witch-King share a moment of pleasure.

Pairing: Khamûl x Witch-King of Angmar (x Mairon ;))

Words: 200

Warnings: non-explicit sexual content

As always: If you like this little piece, comments on AO3 are appreciated! 🖤

Not beta read!

Find it here under the cut.

Into the Fire

Mairon’s entire being is thrumming with delight.

From across the room, he watches as Khamûl kneels between the Witch-King’s thighs. One of his hands finds the sorcerer’s knee. Mairon’s eyes rake over the bed, take in the scenery. A position he has seen the witch in only once, and it was Mairon kneeling there, who felt him. Stretched out upon the bed, his breaths betray desire. 

When Khamûl thrusts, Mairon’s fingers clutch the armrest of the divan he is seated on. Sit up a bit and touch him there. He likes that, Mairon tells him. The Witch-King’s hand grasps Khamûl’s hip.

Be the blaze that heats their mortal blood. Light it, stoke it, make them burn.

When the witch moans, Mairon’s fingers clutch his thigh, his nails dig into his skin. So fragile are their kingly bodies, intertwined. Khamûl looks up at Mairon to lock eyes, rolls his hips and smiles. His long locks frame them like a veil.

You’re doing well. Mairon swallows his wine with greed. Does he feel good? he asks, smiles back, and watches muscles quiver beneath skin taut over bodies ripe with lust.

When their lips meet again, Mairon slides his hand between his legs.

[sauron-kraut]

Summary: At the break of dawn, Mairon shares some kisses with Khamûl and the Witch-King.

As always, the witch for the Witch-King of Angmar is inspired by @lvsifer's glorious fic Night Moth, and so is the scar on his throat. 🖤

If you'd like to know more about my Khamûl or in case he sparked your interest, I humbly recommend reading my other fics I have with him. ;)

Pairing: Mairon x Khamûl, Mairon x Witch-King of Angmar, Mairon x Khamûl x Witch-King of Angmar

Words: 680

Warnings: non-explicit sexual content

As always: If you like this little piece, comments on AO3 are appreciated! 🖤

Not beta read!

Find it here under the cut.

Glory

When Mairon wakes, warmth is the first thing he senses. Hot lips kiss him to life in a timidly blossoming dawn. It always comes crashing in when night is the darkest, bereaving him of serenity.

It has been long since Mairon slept, his eyes open sluggishly, reluctantly. A realisation. Mairon feels comfortable. It has been long since he felt comfortable. He lets out a sigh; teeth gently tug at his lower lip. Mairon’s mind traces his body. Warmth, he swims in it. Bare beneath the sheets, between two others. Facing the boy, and the witch behind him, his arm loosely wrapped around Mairon’s waist. Mairon listens to the man’s even breaths. His mind wanders to the hours before they slumbered, and he smiles. With half-lidded eyes, he watches candle light flicker across the lovely face before him, and languidly kisses Khamûl back. He tastes of sleep. They always do. Khamûl presses himself closer, chest to chest, hip to hip. He deepens the kiss, slides his tongue over Mairon’s, feverishly. He tastes of greed. They always do. Delightful. The boy keens softly against his lips, and Mairon pushes his thigh between Khamûl’s legs for him to grind against. He does. Like a hound.

Their short lives make them ravenous. For different things.

Heat leisurely rolls through Mairon. He breaks the kiss, leans forward; his lips graze a bite mark on Khamûl’s neck, mottled skin in black and blue. The boy shudders in his arms. A sharp inhale and more eagerness as he continues pressing himself against Mairon’s leg. Mairon brings his lips to Khamûl’s ear, and feeds him sweet obscenities. A small moan against his neck and wetness on his thigh.  Mairon moves to look him in the eyes, smiles, and Khamûl chuckles, quietly, as though not to wake the other. Softly huffing a laugh, Mairon shifts close again to briefly lick at the tip of his tongue.

The arm resting on his hip stirs slightly, elegant fingers come to life on his skin and almost cautiously move over his hip bone. The witch has woken up. Warm heaviness spreads throughout Mairon’s chest, and he rolls over, now half on his back, half on his side, to welcome his waking. Khamûl moulds his body to Mairon’s, his chest flush against his back. Mairon pulls the Witch-King into his arms, and feels Khamûl’s hardness against his buttock.  It is the witch who draws him closer now, who caresses Mairon’s cheek; his fingers painting calm worship on skin. Dark brown eyes regard Mairon, unreadable as ever, if Mairon did not know his heart. He cups the Witch-King’s chin, tilting it towards him, and clasps the boy’s hand on his waist. Their lips touch slowly, Mairon’s lower lip dragging over the Witch-King’s mouth, the witch opens it, opens wide, and takes Mairon in deep, deep, and is so quiet. Mairon half sighs, half moans into the kiss, the Witch-King’s hot wet tongue on his, and Mairon licks at his palate, wants to devour, chases faint remnants of himself on him; the tang of his own lust. They part, Mairon’s lips trace the Witch-King’s chin, then trail down to his neck. With abandon, open-mouthed, Mairon kisses the ragged scar across his throat, a reverent hunger that makes him want to part the skin and thrust his tongue inside, taste the bloodied secrets that lie entombed within the crypt that is his mind. And use them, use them, use him. Mairon smiles and buries his head in the witch’s shoulder. He receives a lingering kiss to the forehead and relaxes into the man’s embrace.

Khamûl’s arm and the Witch-King’s come to rest against each other on Mairon’s waist. Mairon smiles. Two putrid flowers he could crush under his boot, yet raises to glory. Two of nine.  The boy sighs and nuzzles Mairon’s nape. Mairon presses himself back against Khamûl’s hips. Heat between his pelvic bones. A long lost feeling rises in Mairon’s chest and sweetly spreads throughout his limbs.

Peace.  

Mairon rests his golden head on the witch’s chest, and listens to the still-beating, soon-stilling heart.

[sauron-kraut]

Read the first chapter of my wonderful friend @lvsifer 's fic or I will haunt your ass forever.

[lvsifer]

OH MY GOD FEINI THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SOOOOOOO GORGEOUS 😭😭😭😭💞💓💖💖🩷💞💓💖🩷💞💘💘🩷💖💝💕🥹💖🩷💞💘

It's my beloved @lvsifer's birthday today and I wanted to start my contributions to hopefully making this special day a nice one with a little double drabble. No better occasion for smashing our two sons (Khamûl and the Witch-King) together 🖤

This is entirely based on our lovely conversations and @lvsifer's idea. Thank you so much for giving me another inspiration to work with, I hope you like this little thingy. 🖤🖤🖤

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEINI

Summary: Mairon watches as Khamûl and the Witch-King share a moment of pleasure.

Pairing: Khamûl x Witch-King of Angmar (x Mairon ;))

Words: 200

Warnings: non-explicit sexual content

As always: If you like this little piece, comments on AO3 are appreciated! 🖤

Not beta read!

Find it here under the cut.

Into the Fire

Mairon’s entire being is thrumming with delight.

From across the room, he watches as Khamûl kneels between the Witch-King’s thighs. One of his hands finds the sorcerer’s knee. Mairon’s eyes rake over the bed, take in the scenery. A position he has seen the witch in only once, and it was Mairon kneeling there, who felt him. Stretched out upon the bed, his breaths betray desire. 

When Khamûl thrusts, Mairon’s fingers clutch the armrest of the divan he is seated on. Sit up a bit and touch him there. He likes that, Mairon tells him. The Witch-King’s hand grasps Khamûl’s hip.

Be the blaze that heats their mortal blood. Light it, stoke it, make them burn.

When the witch moans, Mairon’s fingers clutch his thigh, his nails dig into his skin. So fragile are their kingly bodies, intertwined. Khamûl looks up at Mairon to lock eyes, rolls his hips and smiles. His long locks frame them like a veil.

You’re doing well. Mairon swallows his wine with greed. Does he feel good? he asks, smiles back, and watches muscles quiver beneath skin taut over bodies ripe with lust.

When their lips meet again, Mairon slides his hand between his legs.

[lvsifer]

summary:

Mairon makes his move to seduce the Witchking of Angmar.

preview:

Mairon smiles a hidden smile, what promises indeed lie in this land…and its master. For an age now the nameless king has subdued any foe and enslaved many a tribe to work in his forges for steel and other, more secret things, for this land’s king is a witch.

tags: character study, slow burn, a lil gore, refs to angbang & silverfisting, yearning, explicit sexual content (in the next chapter)

Read the first chapter of my wonderful friend @lvsifer 's fic or I will haunt your ass forever.