irmo is deceivingly good with his tongue. the first time he went down on you, the last thing you expected was to have your fingers buried into his hair, hips stuttering against his face and neck arched while your body practically curled in bliss.
he eats you out so sweetly yet so mercilessly. it starts off gentle and slow, but before you know it you're being driven into overstimulation by his tongue alone. he mutters against your heat how sweet you are, how pretty you look, and how he's nowhere near done making you cum for him.
one hand is placed above so that his thumb can fondle your clit while the other holds your thigh to trace soft patterns. he's so teasing too. "oh, are you coming, dearest? again? already?"
practically moans out against your heat when he gets you to squirt for him. replaces his tongue with two fingers and fucks you with them so that he can keep you in that blissful devastation while his tongue adores your clit.
Hello! I really enjoyed your blog and your stories! Could you do a headcanons about hugging Irmo Lorien? I just adore this sleepy Vala!
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ irmo ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔
· ⊰ synopsis. hugging hcs with irmo and his s/o
· ⊰ note. so glad you enjoy them doll! here you go, I absolutely love this sleepy vala too <3
ʚ Irmo’s hugs are very soft. Now, when I say soft, I mean soft. With all his layers of white robes and his natural warmth, hugging him is always one of the most comforting feelings in all of Arda. He gives some of the best hugs due to this
ʚ He has a habit of snuggling you. Once his arms are around you, good luck with getting out. Rarely are his hugs short and are always filled with lots of head nuzzling and forehead kissing
ʚ More often than not he’ll bury his face into your hair and sway with you a little bit. Sometimes he’ll bury his head into your shoulder too and lay a few kisses there. Well, that is if he’s standing of course
ʚ Sometimes he’ll hug onto you if the two of you are laying in his garden and looking at the stars. He can’t help it, he loves having you in his arms. It is then that his hugs will turn into snuggles
ʚ Considering that he is the vala of dreams, it is only natural that you will begin to feel sleepy once his arms are around you. Sometimes when you’ve had a rough day he’ll wrap his arms around you and begin to induce a spell of sleep over you
ʚ Did I mention how snuggly he most likely is? You could stay there forever in his embrace. Not to mention, Irmo is a naturally physically affectionate guy
Can you write one where Gender Neutral Reader that’s a Maia, where they stumble into Irmo’s gardens and they are injured quite heavily? Then like Irmo comforts them?
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ irmo ⠀〳 maia!reader⠀ ❜࿔
· ⊰ synopsis. hcs of irmo taking care of you after a battle
· ⊰ note. absolutely! here you go
ʚ He catches the whiff of blood and can only assume that one of his maiar returned from the recent battle — he gracefully rushes through his gardens until he finds you
ʚ Irmo literally lets you fall into his arms, hushing you as you whimper and cling to him. He's beyond careful with you, wrapping his arms around your form and pulling you to his chest
ʚ "You did so well for me. Rest now, I will take care of you."
ʚ Gives you a little kiss on the head and strokes his hand through your bloodied hair before helping you to a resting place where he can heal your wounds
ʚ Makes sure you're nice and comfortable before beginning the process. Most likely cleans you up before letting you rest your head in his lap
ʚ He sings a soft song to you, brushing his fingers through your hair and telling you how proud he is of you and how he wants you to stay with him for a little so that he can treat and spoil you
ʚ "Now, I want no protests. It is an order from your lord, is that understood?" He smiles, pressing a kiss to your brow. "I have missed you greatly, dearest. I require you to rest. Won't you take a nap with me?"
Hellooooo! I love your blog so much! Literally everything on this place is wonderful❣
I saw that your requests are open👀
I'm going through a hard phase with my tests now, I'm feeling so overwhelmed yet I need to keep studying lol. Can I request comfort hcs or fic (whatever you want to) with Irmo? Maybe reader is trying to do something and they can't do it even thoug they try but maybe in the end everything goes fine, specially with Irmo's comfort, and okay?
Lmao this is exactly what I'm waiting for my life, a miracle☠
Once again, I kove your blog❤
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ irmo ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔
· ⊰ synopsis. after finding you curled up in his garden and weeping, irmo provides you comfort
· ⊰ note. hi love! thank you so much, I'm really glad that you enjoy my content! I'm so so sorry to hear what you're going through, I know the feeling of studying non-stop and feeling overwhelmed. I really hope everything gets better, but please put your health first dear! drink lots of water, eat, get enough sleep and if you need anything at all my inbox is wide open 💕
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ʚ Irmo never expected to find you curled up beside one of the willows in his garden of Lorien and crying your eyes out. In fact, he was on his way to request a favour of you as his maia
ʚ Truth be told, he had never truly seen you weep and the sight alone shattered his heart. He debates whether he should leave you be and give you some space, but eventually, he decides to reveal himself
ʚ "My dearest maia. . ." "Lord Irmo!" You quickly attempt to brush away your tears and stand to your feet to bow — but he stops you dead in your tracks with a hand on your shoulder and instead, slowly kneels down to your position on the ground
ʚ Now, of course you didn’t want your own vala to be kneeling to you of all people - so once again you try to get up. But alas, Irmo’s hand on your shoulder keeps you still - until they fall to take ahold of your own hands instead. They were warm, gentle, bringing your knuckles to his lips where he laid a delicate kiss upon them
ʚ “What is troubling you so? Why do you weep?”
ʚ Irmo was no stranger to comfort. After all, the valar did find refuge in this garden of his - he knew more than anyone when and how to be a shoulder to cry on
ʚ You tried to remain strong, tried to keep yourself from shattering then and there. But with the delicate feel of his lips pressing a kiss to your hands and the gentle look his violet eyes gave you - everything came crashing down
ʚ He didn’t expect you to collapse into him, cling onto his white robes and sob into his shoulder but the moment you did, his arms wrapped around your quaking form and pulled you into his warm, protective embrace
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ —
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
There’s a tender touch in your hair, fingers cupping your scalp as his chin rests upon your head. Irmo makes no effort to move nor shift, instead, he keeps you firm in his hold. A shielding embrace to protect you from the world around. “Dearest. . .” His voice is low, barely teetering the lines of a whisper — as if he were handling a frightened woodland creature.
You try to respond, attempt to pull yourself from the ocean of grief, but your tears weigh you down and subconsciously, your grip tightens upon his robes. “I’m sorry - I-I’m so sorry,’’ you can’t help the slew of apologies falling from your lips as you bury your face deeper into his shoulder. Irmo, in-turn, brings you closer.
It’s silent for a few fleeting moments. Until a melody fills the air — gentle, like a mild breeze. You feel the vibration of his chest and it only takes a second to realise that the vala is singing to you. Although still tense, you attempt to focus on the lullaby that he hushes you with. As such, your fierce hold loosens gradually and your sobs fade into quiet hiccups.
Irmo was a master of lulling many to sleep, and it would have been the same case for you if it weren’t for your racing mind.
“What bothers you, dearest?” Even as his song ended, his voice remained ever as melodic. Like a gentle chime in the wind. He pulls away only in favour of taking your face into his soft hand. “Why do you cry? Has someone upset you?’’ There’s a faint furrow in his brows yet his expression remained ever as gentle.
You clear your throat, simply shaking your head and bringing your arms to hook around his neck. You would admit — you never could tell if the vala was only being his usual, compassionate self, or if this were something more. There were many who noted you happened to be a favourite of his. . . or was it simply because you were one of his best maia?
Only time would tell.
As you confessed your troubles to him, he listens with benevolent countenance, his thumb rubbing at the skin below your eyes to brush away the remnants of tears dripping down your face. “I see. And this has been troubling you for quite some time, yes?” You bite your lips and sheepishly nod, already knowing where this was leading — and only felt your chest clench when he released a sigh.
“Dearest, why had you not come to me sooner?”
“I. . . I did not wish to bother you, My Lord -”
“Nonsense. . .’’
Your breath hitched in the base of your throat as his touch engulfs the entirety of your face. Irmo now cups your face in his hands with a furrow of his brows. Yet a smile soon takes his lips. “How can you ever bother me?’’ He sighs, playing with a strand of your hair.. “Dearest, I know more than anyone that you will overcome this challenge — you always have been exceptional in your skillset.’’
“I - I don’t know if I can do this alone, my lord. . .’’
“Then, do not.’’ His smile froze your heart, a warm feeling coming to your cheeks as a second kiss is pressed to your skin, this time upon your forehead. “I am here. . . As I will always be.’’ His smile sends a flurry of butterflies throughout your chest and he leans in closer.
