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When You Fake An Orgasm | The Ainur pt 2

A/N: As promised, I made a second series of headcanons for the other Ainur…after so long.

Warnings: female reader, smut, marathon sex, orgasm denial, rough sex, faking orgasms, fingering, pussy slapping (just once in Oromë’s part), pet names (kitten, pearl, little one, sweetness), squirting

➽ More: Part 1

༻¨*:·Tulkas

He will laugh, filled with amusement and determination at your folly action. The recognition of you faking for a purpose that makes no sense would spur him on to increase the passion so there wouldn’t be a need for another attempt.

Pausing the moment he watched you moan and vibrated, a playful grin would spread across his face. His hands would slide off your ass to meet your hips. “Is that the best you can do?” he would tease, making you shrink in realisation that your actions were foolish to begin with. Yet, his tone was filled with a challenge, as were his eyes and grin the longer he gazed at you above him. “You think I don’t know what you feel like around me, my fierce little one? How tightly you squeeze me when I make you cum?”

Easily with a burst of energy, Tulkas would flip you over, lifting you effortlessly with one hand and pinning you under the mass bulk of his muscles. Immediately, his hands would find your hips, sliding over your pelvis to grip the flesh of your thighs and toss them over his shoulders as he pressed his upper body weight on you. At first, he would catch you off guard with his slow and shallow thrusts, making you assume that he wouldn’t increase tempo, and at the moment when he feels you relax, he snaps his hips with renewed vigour.

Ultimately, you were crying out in pleasure, squealing and begging him to slow down as the new pace he set was a new record, but Tulkas laughed boisterously against your lips and drove his cock deeper. “You will come for me,” he declared with authority and encouragement, leaving no room for questioning. “I know what you’re body craves, and lying to its true nature will make you succumb to me quicker.”

As his words fell on your ears, the sound of his cock dragging in and out of your wet heat echoed alongside the slapping of his hips against your ass. Your nails scrambled to dig into his biceps, leading him to laugh more as he increased his pace, grinning at the reduced state you were becoming. “Feel me and know that you will never commit to such foolish acts while I am buried deep in you.”

༻¨*:·Oromë

I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into with him because you can’t say I didn’t warn you. Such an act is no joking matter, and it will not be dealt with lightly. Expect a punishment that would set the record straight, leaving you begging for release.

Slowing his movements, Oromë’s eyes narrowed, and jaw clenched. You felt his hands sliding down the bed to rest on your waist, prompting your smile to fade. The silence that followed was too loud and mysterious, you didn’t know what to expect next from his unpredictability. Then, without speaking, Oromë flipped you onto your knees and pressed your face into the pile of furs, a large hand fixated on your nape to keep you secure. With the absence of his cock in your heat, you naturally clenched your muscles in search of it, causing his eye to twitch at the audacity. “Oromë, please…don’t keep me waiting. I need you.”

“You need me,” he growled, lips lingering dangerously beside your ear now that he curled his body over yours. He applied just a small portion of his true strength to keep you immobilised while he trailed his other hand down the curve of your ass, fingers brushing over your rear entrance before meeting his destination. Without care, two of his fingers plunged into your cunt and immediately went to work, rubbing and playing with your sweet spot to bring you to the edge, but never allowing you to find your release, leaving you begging and crying. “Look at you. Wanting what I would give you in abundance, for free. Why don’t you fake it now? Go on, fake it for me.”

Unable to formulate coherent phrases of pleas, he pulled his fingers out to mercilessly rub your clit, applying the right amount of pressure as he pressed the little nub. His fingers tweaked and slapped it while his eyes never left your facial features, reading every micro-expression. “You will not find release in lies, kitten,” he purred with a tender and commanding tone, slapping your clit to keep you on the edge. “You will cum for me in truth, or not at all.”

“P-…Please let me…cum,” you hiccupped making him grin and spurring him on to ensure that you didn’t.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, kitten. Beg for mercy better.”

༻¨*:·Ossë

Honestly, I don’t know what it is with you and your choice of partner to fake orgasms with. He’s tempestuous and wild, born of the sea, and you’re going to fake something that he has perfected due to reading the ebb and flow of your body and enjoying the feeling of your wet release? Good luck because he’ll make you cum until stars aren’t the only thing you’re seeing.

“Are you close, my pearl?” he mocked, voice dripping with humour as he observed the way you wiggled and squirmed under his motion of his cock driving deeply into your pussy. He could sense the tightening of your walls slowly clamping around his cock for the umpteenth time tonight. With sound of the waves crashing upon the platforms, it set the mood of sensuality, but your little stunt altered his plan. Now, he was pounding away into your pussy, slapping your hand away from his stomach and pinning them above your head.

Ossë leaned his body flush against yours to force your nipples to create an unbearable friction, pushing you over the edge to cum on his cock. You both had lost track of the numbers for the night, but since you were able to keep your eyes open, it meant that you had more juice in you for another round. “Look at you. You want me to stop, don’t you sweetness?” he toyed as his hips continued through the aftermath of your orgasm, fucking you into sensitivity and another one. The echoes of his laughter turned in hisses as you bit into his shoulder, turning him on further. “Just like that. Feel me deep in you, like a wave rocking your boat. Spill yourself all over me until you can’t.”

Sobbing into his skin, you started panted as the fire recycled to signal another wave of release. You weren’t sure when your eyes rolled into your head, if you saw white stars twinkling or nothing. The pure energy he released as he pushed his cock to punish your insides left you breathless and confused. “O–…ssë…can’t anymore,” you begged.

Humming into your hair, he rolled his hips to rub the head of his cock against your sweet spot to tip you over the edge and squirt all over him just the way he loved. “You just did, and you can give me again until you’ve learnt your lesson, pearl,” he murmured sweetly and dragged a hand down to grip your jaw. “You’re gonna give me every last drop.”

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[sweethearticism]

Jdjdj so happy u re doing reactions as well!!! ❤️💜💙💛🩵

How would valar lords react to a s/o who would wake them up gently with kissies but when the vala opened their eyes s/o would feing sleep? Jussa harmless mischief 🤭

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ gotcha! here you go<3

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starts kissing your face back with little kisses, your nose, your cheeks, your head, and of course your lips. once you start giggling and telling him 'enough' he simply loops his arms around your waist and traps you against him as he showers you in kisses. you'd squeal and squirm, especially when feeling his fingers beginning to play and tickle at your sides. all whilst he chuckles and presses a loving kiss to your cheek. "hmm? what's that? 'no more'? sorry, love. seems as though I can't stop when my darling lover is making such adorable noises.''

𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒆 ,  tulkas ,  𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒐 ,  aule

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acts as though they are still asleep and awaits for you to begin kissing them again. once you do he immediately kisses you back and yanks you closer. you'd yelp as your back is pushed to the bed and he's above you, pulling away just a tad bit before diving back in once again. he kisses you until you're breathless and raking your hands through his hair - probably borderline making out with you before he relents. as you're panting and catching your breath, he presses one last kiss to the corner of your lips. "least let me be awake hmm? I'd rather be fully conscious for these sweet lips.''

𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒓 ,  𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐,  irmo ,  orome 

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[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being the child of Tulkas and Nessa

Warnings: None, family fluff, laughing, Tulkas and Nessa being the most loving parents ever. 

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-It was a peaceful day. The people of Aman were casually going about their day, buying things from the market and talking with their neighbors. 

-Then – out of nowhere – the earth began to shake, causing fright and confusion among the people until they saw Tulkas, the champion of the Valar, yelling something while running through the streets. 

-” He’s/She’s here!” He yelled as he ran toward his realm, which he shared with his wife, Nessa. His footsteps that caused the earth to crumble, vanishing into the distance. 

-The elves were left confused but curious. They wondered who came to cause the champion of the Valar to run through the realm. They got their answer when they heard the latest news; Nessa had gone into labor. 

-Tulkas quickly arrived at his home, searching for his beloved in a frantic yet excited state. 

-His Maiar quickly guided him toward his shared chambers, where Nessa was currently resting. 

-The champion of the Valar was almost jumping on his feet. The thought of finally meeting his little one after several months made him excited yet fearful since he did not want to miss their birth. 

-The birth of their little miracle, which no one expected to happen. 

-It was a surprise when he and his wife learned they were expecting a child. They thought it was impossible, but it didn’t make it less exciting, and now, their little one was finally here. 

-Unfortunately for Tulkas, when he arrived at his chambers – he saw Nessa already holding a bundle in her arms which meant he had missed the birthing. He was disappointed, but it made him sigh in relief when he saw his wife alright since he had heard many things about how birthing can cause complications or immense pain. The thought of his beloved wife being in pain made him anxious for many months, so he was relieved Nessa did not face any problems while giving birth to their little one. 

-On the contrary, she possibly had one of the most uncomplicated births Arda had ever seen.

-When Tulkas heard the little whimpers coming from Nessa's arms – he quickly went to lay on the edge of the bed and stared at the little babe. 

-Nessa ushered him closer and then laid the bundle into his arms. He was almost frightened to hold them, but he took his little one into his arms and looked at them with wonder and amazement.

-It was you, his little champion. You were beautiful like your mother, and when you opened your eyes and looked at him – you giggled with an innocent smile. Tulkas fell in love with your little laugh. He couldn't help but kiss your little head, tickling you with his beard, which made you laugh even more.  

-And that’s how you were born. 

-Tulkas was excited to be a father, and after letting Nessa rest from the progress of birth, the two introduced you to the rest of the Valar, who were curious and excited to see you after hearing the news. 

-Many congratulated the new parents, and some were cooing at you.

-Manwe decided to hold a feast in honor of his friend and to welcome you into the world. 

-The news of your birth spread quickly. The elves were excited and happy for Tulkas and Nessa. Many were curious to see you as you had to be the first Ainur to be born from two Ainur parents. 

-Orome was happy for his sister and gifted you a puppy, so you had a friend to grow up alongside you. 

-However, Nessa and Tulkas were inexperienced, so they sought help from some of the elves, who were eager to help and give guidance on how to raise a child. 

-They both would spend a lot of time with you. 

-Tulkas especially loved spending time with you. He would not mind waking up in the middle of the night to soothe your cries or change your diapers. He would carry you around, and do everything, so Nessa would have to scold him to let her have some time with you. 

-They would compete for your attention… just a little. 

-Tulkas would carry you around in a little baby sling, showing you around Aman and the two trees. People would sometimes come outside and try to catch a glimpse of you since they were curious to see you. 

-Tulkas would love making you laugh. He would do the silliest thing to make you smile and giggle. 

-Sometimes, he would end up laughing with you, and together your laughing would bring smiles to those who hear it and nightmares to a certain fallen valar.

-Melkor would be the only one displeased to hear one of his greatest enemies had a child. 

-Nessa would take you out for walks and meet animals. Sometimes, she would spin around with you like you were dancing together, making you shriek with delight. 

-She would love singing to you. She would lull you to sleep with Tulkas, and you would get fussy if you did not hear them sing before sleep. 

-Her voice would be soft, while Tulkas’s would be deep but soothing. You like sleeping on your father when he hums and holds you since his chest vibrates with his voice. 

-When you took your first steps, Tulkas and Nessa would shed tears of joy and encourage you as you learned how to walk to them. 

-When you got the hang of it, you would run around, giggling and laughing as Tulkas would chase after you like he was trying to catch you. 

-He would play wrestling with you and let you win. He would be a bit dramatic, lying on the floor defeated while you sat on top of him with a victorious laugh. 

-You’re rather energetic, so when your parents wish to have a break and some alone time – they let Orome babysit you. 

-Orome would be a fun uncle to you. He would take you on rides and allow you to play with his dogs. 

-You might have met young Celegorm and accidentally yanked some of his hair out, making him cry out of pain. 

-Your abilities developed early, so you had a bad habit of yanking people’s hair off and breaking fingers with your strength. It caused people to be careful around you.

-You would share a lot of physical attributes with your parents. Your father is the champion of the valar while your mother was the dancer, so you were quite strong and fast for a young toddler. 

-You became a bit troublesome when you reached the rebellious toddler phase. You would run away when it was time for baths and bedtime, and no one else but your parents would be able to catch you. 

-And you sometimes end up causing a mess by toppling over large cabinets and things to get cookies or treats for your puppy. 

-Those times are the only ones when your parents would scold you since they were worried you would accidentally hurt yourself. 

-You would be sad because you did not like making your parents unhappy, which would end up in tears and them comforting you. They would tell you it was alright. They were not mad at you, just worried. 

-Tulkas would be protective when you reach your teenage years. 

-He would happily teach you how to fight if you wanted. If not, he would happily watch you learn dancing from Nessa. He would support any of your hobbies, but when it came to relationships – that's when he puts his foot down and watches you like a hawk. 

-Especially if you were shy toward people. 

-It did not matter if it’s a boy or a girl who caught your interest. Tulkas would carefully observe and most likely take the individual out for a little chatz despite your protest. 

-You were his precious child, and he would allow no one to hurt your feelings. 

-In his eyes, you were still his little child, and he did not want you to grow up so fast. 

-You would have to rely on your mother to keep your father away if you ever wanted a chance at romance. 

-You love him, but rather not have him scare away all the potential partners. 

-You would grow up graceful like your mother, strong like your father, and spoiled with love because no matter the age, you would always be their little champion. 

[ms-trash-panda]

Courtship with Tulkas:

Warnings: Mentions of kissing / Physically intimate activities | Use of alcohol | Betting

Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

Courtship with Tulkas would include:

💖 A direct approach: Tulkas is not one to act coy and give out subtle hints. He believes in asking you directly. There is no "what if someone..." or "what would you do if someone..." or "hypothetically, let’s just say…"

None of that with him. With Tulkas, it will always be a case of, "I like you. What do you say to us getting to know each other and seeing where this takes us?" or "I want you. What do you think of us spending the night together?"

💖 Outings to games: Tulkas is big on watching games, especially contact sports. Be ready for trips to the arena and rounds of ale and singing, all while watching athletes compete against each other. He will gladly explain the rules, which athletes he supports, and even give you advice when it comes to wagers.

💖 Physical touch: Tulkas is big on physical touch, whether it be holding hands, play-wrestling, hugging, kissing, or yes, even sex. He loves to feel skin against skin, and will come up with any excuse to sneak in a quick hug, cuddle, or even a romp between the sheets.

💖 Food: Tulkas may not prepare or serve elaborate meals like those served at the court of the Elder King, but he will still set a tasty table and treat his significant other with an open and generous hand. Roasted fish or game caught during a hunt will make up the main meal, followed by lots of hearty side dishes. 

💖 Displays of affection: Tulkas is open and unrestrained when it comes to public displays of affection, and he doesn’t care for the occasion or who is around him. It wouldn’t matter if he were in a great hall or at court, in the middle of a campsite or in the bustling heart of Valmar itself; Tulkas isn’t going to hesitate to pull you into a tight hug and shower you with kisses. Other times, he will be content to seat you on his lap while feeding you morsels of food and stealing kisses every chance he gets.

💖 Lazy days in bed: The Vala is not averse to the occasional lie-in. Tulkas likes to burrow deeper into his pillows in the morning and hide himself beneath the pelts when he is feeling particularly lazy. Expect lots of cozy cuddles while a fire pops and sputters away in the hearth.

💖 Gifts: Tulkas is not the most expressive when it comes to gift giving, but he will still surprise you with flowers gathered from nearby fields or little tokens he made himself.

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[wandererindreams]

Treatise of kisses - Valar part three

Okay, now to the Valar, who are hardest for me to understand, including Melkor. Should I try to do the same thing for Maiar? If so, let me know in comments or feel free to leave your ask in my askbox!

Nienna

I imagine this Valië as someone, who is the best at handling emotions of any kind. And this is, what would permeate into her actions, kissing included. Like her brother Irmo is incredibly perceptive to wishes, desires and fantasies, she is highly perceptive to emotions.

So, if you are feeling down, expect soothing kisses to your brow, cheeks, and lips, assuring you, that things will get better in time, and until then, she is here for you.

If you doubt yourself and your worth, she will kiss you with all the admiration she feels for you, practically worshipping you, telling you this way, how precious and amazing you are to her. As if you were the most important person in the whole Eä.

When you need to feel love, and forget the woes in your live, her lips will treat yours with utmost care and passion, giving herself into her kiss. And then, she would kiss you everywhere, but especially at the spots, where you feel sore. Or symbolic spots where your heart and soul dwells. And at last (but not least) at the spots you are embarassed, shy or ashamed about. Her acceptance can make you feel like melting and being reforged.

"There is nothing I don't love about you," these kisses say. You might find yourself teary after such kisses, but these tears are good, heralding emotional healing.

Vairë

As the one who is charge of recording the history and past, she strikes me as pretty calm person, a level-headed lady and wonderful listener and observer.

My headcanon is, that she frequently gets inspiration for her work from the dead in Mandos. She gladly lets them tell her the stories of their lives, she lets them rant, complain or just remember things in their past. And as much as Námo has his foresight, she has deep insight in one's past.

When she kisses you, it usually begins with a little testing, of how far you would like to go, and what works best for you. Her presence and kisses, more often than not, evoke nice, warm memories, or a bit of nostalgia. She takes her time and she never rushes you.

These kisses could remind you of your parent's kisses, lulling you to rest and sleep, or your lover's kisses, filled with breathless passion, making you feel loved and desired once again.

Vána

I associate this Valië with youth, beauty and renewal. She is playful, a prankster sometimes, and yet she has a spontaneity and innocence of a child.

No matter if you both kiss for the first or hundredth time, there's rosy dusting on her cheeks, she still keeps blushing. Her lips are warm, like the first rays of the sun after seemingly endless winter, her lips taste fresh, as if you kissed the essence of spring. Floral scent accompanies her, as well as chirping of songbirds.

Her kisses can make you feel alive again, when you feel drained and weary. As she kisses your cheeks, your brows and other little spots, you can feel, as if the world around you became more real, more vibrant. Once her kisses refresh you, it's time for little, playful nibbles to your lower lip, your neck or earlobes, promising even more, luring you to chase her lips and tongue with your own.

Nessa

She's said to be a supreme dancer, and great at sport activities. This tells me one interesting thing about her - she has full, complete control of her body. Coordination of movements comes to her as naturally as breathing to us.

So, when she kisses you, it takes her just a little bit of gentle and playful exploring, to find out, what kind of touch and kiss you respond the best and most pleased. Once she figures this out, it's always the right amount of soft or hard pressure, just the right temperature, and it takes just the right amount of time to leave you breathless and desiring more. Sometimes she will have you chase and work for her best kisses, but it's always worth the effort.

Her presence feels a bit tingling with energy, her lips taste like warm wind, and she smells like exotic spices.

Estë

The Gentle, the Healer. Somehow i picture her having an ability to heal with a simple touch. She is also said to provide healing rest, both for body and soul. This also shows in the way she kisses.

Her lips are like cooling, silken touch of honeyed cream. Any pain and discomfort within your body become insignificant, and can easily be dissolved by her touch. Her lips treat you with utmost care and kindness.

If you are troubled and in pain, her kisses are like gifts of intensifying relief. She never minds, if you fall asleep because of this - that means she managed to rid you of any discomfort, and that you trust her enough to completely relax in her presence.

Tulkas

The Vala of Warfare treats kisses and anything intimate as a duell. He becomes completely focused, aiming to make you feel wanted, desired, and make you see stars. He is the dominant one and most of the time in control, but not in too constricting way.

Touch by touch of lips, nibble by nibble, he deepens each kiss and conquers your mouth, as well as your heart, and the rest of your body too. If you are attentive, you can spot moments, when he seems to low his guard, as if challenging you to try and take initiative. And if you do, he'll happily engage in a little scuffle of your lips and tongues, leaving both of you breathless.

"Do you have any idea how alluring you are, when you get all bold and fired up?" playful grin flashes at you.

Melkor

The Fallen Vala, originaly the mightiest of them all is someone who doesn't kiss just anyone, and to have him kiss you is an achievement of it's own. This man is way too proud to kiss just anyone. You must truly be something special, if he deems you worthy of his kiss. And if this kiss is fuelled by an affection for you, it means you certainly are one of a kind.

When he kisses you, it's like kissing with a wildfire. He consumes you to his content. He is said to have been always desiring for devoted servants and followers who would worship him. So if you submit to his dominance, you will be rewarded. If you follow any hint of his wishes during kissing, he can surprise you by his gentleness and burning lust at the same time. Worship him with your lips - and you will maybe get to experience his kindness.

If he's in particularly good mood, he might even let you try to take control - only to have the pleasure to tame you, to follow every whim of his. If he's not - you better not risk it - his punishing bites and teases are mercilless and nasty, leaving bruises in their wake and leaving you yearning in vain.

[yandere-ainur-confessions]

Not 100% sure if I got the rules right so pardon me if I'm doing this wrong🙇

Now to the ask;

May I get sexual themed fucked up creepy stalker Tulkas?😀

❪ ♡ ❫ ── 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 , sexual themes ៸៸ stalking ( hehe ~ this was so fun )

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who quickly became obsessed over you the first time you chose him to be your vala and he witnessed your skills in training

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who at first tried his utmost hardest to not let these impure thoughts get to him, but lost himself when he accidentally catches you training by yourself one too many times. got a hard-on from that alone

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who may or may not have jerked off with one of your clothing items that you left behind before going into the pools to wash off 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who memorises your schedule, even after your duties for him are completed for the day. knows when you eat, when you bathe, when you sleep. has watched you sleep on more than one occasion and tells himself it is so that he can 'protect you'

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who keeps that same article of clothing he jacked off with at his bedside because he can still get your scent off of it. when it loses said scent ( probably because of how much he touches himself with it ) he'll make sure to nab another article of clothing 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who repeatedly makes excuses to train with you, so that he can watch the way your body moves, noting every little tendency in such intricate detail. also so that he can pin you beneath him and feel you squirm whilst he flushes against you. might have kept you in that position a little longer than intended 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓!𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who also lets you beat him sometimes in training just so that you can straddle his waist when you pin him down. he had a boner for days after that 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who is a bit too touchy with you when you are carrying out your duties as his maia and plays it off as him being 'affectionate' 

♡.𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓! 𝒕𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒔 who somehow got his hands on your pillow and oh does he rut against that thing when he's alone, imagining your pretty little form beneath him as he makes you his 

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Just imagine what sex with Tulkas would be like, such a guy doing a sweet lov making with you as he praises you during and after it. After that he will wash you both off and cuddled up keeping each other safe.

oh he's such a softie really. a gentle giant if you will. he knows he's a lot stronger than you so he keeps that in mind when the two of you are getting intimate. so many kisses, gentle touches with large hands, he practically worships your body.

I think he would much rather have you ride him. that way you can control your own pleasure, feel more in control. of course he will guide and aid you. but through it all, his praises persist.

“easy there doll. that's it, atta girl,” he's groan, followed by slews of how much he adores you.

[doodle-pops]

The Ainur | With A Short Reader

Request: Can I make a request for headcanons for how the Ainur would be with a short human reader? Around 5 foot tall? Like an elf of about 6 feet would only reach up to some of their chest or lower still, considering they’re like 7-9 foot tall. Would they be cute, teasing, protective, frustrated by the height difference? P.s. I love the way you characterise all the Ainur, it really feels like their personality, you do a fantastic job. - anon

A/N: Happy to fulfil this request and learn that you enjoy my characterisations of them anon. I tend to envision the Ainur as nothing less than nine feet since they are deities and display their power through their heights. So you’re going to appear super short next to them. Nonetheless, Enjoy!

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Manwë

The bird was too stunned to speak. Are you a child or dwarf, certainly that could not be your final height at the end of your growth? Unfortunately, it is your complete height which makes you appear as a little bird before the great King. Now his nickname ‘little bird’ makes more sense.

He cannot fathom how you can be the same size as a bean and packed with all that sass whenever he mentions how tiny you are. You require a ladder if you ever reach his head for a ‘level-headed’ talk.

Has no issue picking you up with one hand and carrying you around like his personal comfort toy when he’s having a bad day. Anyone commenting or teasing gets a look that speaks about them receiving a bolt of lightning.

Let us not forget his avian side which is going to fawn over how adorable you are. You’re tiny and squishy, perfect for belonging in his nest where he can shower you in affection all day long.

The size difference is outstanding. Just picture a baby lying in their parents' bed, looking like a little nugget among the pillows…that’s what you appear like anytime you snuggle in his bed. On numerous occasions, he didn’t see you and almost squished you under the sheets.

With your size, it means wearing his robes and marching around his room or Ilmarin pretending to be him while he silently watches from afar. You are drowning in his robes, don’t even wear his shirt, it’s a gown on you.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Irmo

Your size doesn’t change the way he’s going to shower you with ultimate love and affection. Apart from the minor teasing he’ll conduct for the fun of the situation, Irmo loves you the same way if you are tall.

A gentleman who enjoys using the opportunities when granted to lift you over puddles or streams so he can fawn over how you fit in his arms. He (and the others) can lift you with his pinkie and has done it before.

You are authorised to always sleep on his chest—you look like a kitten sleeping on his chest in his eyes—mainly because you like to roll and so does he and nothing good has arisen from you both rolling together.

Gets lost in crowds and he panics. He’ll be walking around asking if anyone has seen his little lover and he will give descriptions. “They’re about 5 feet, this short and very tiny. They look like an elfling…”

Saw children’s clothing on a walk with you in a boutique, did not know they were for children and excitedly stated, “Oh look! I believe these would look lovely on you! They even have your colours.”

Do not be upset with him, he didn’t know that it was children’s clothing. Irmo only wished to share the moment of shopping with you. But worry not, he gathers the best seamstresses and tailors to fashion you the finest wear that looks nothing like children’s clothes.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Námo

Has a smile on his face anytime you take the lead and walk in front of him, hence his reason for always telling you to lead the way. He’s a simple Vala, he wants to watch as you waddle like a duck with your short legs as you take him to Eru knows where.

Pretends to complain when you ‘borrow’ his robes because you missed him, but gushes mentally at the sight of how you’re drowning in his forever monochromatic black robes.

His viridian eyes were soft at the sight of you walking around, dragging his robes all over. The idea of complaining about getting them dirty has disappeared, and all he is thinking about is how you look like a penguin.

Your feet running across his halls are the equivalent of tiny pitter-patter and it’s how he can easily distinguish your presence; just listen for the tiny footsteps. But it never works out well when you’re among elves and lost in a crowd.

The first time you met his brother, Irmo mistook you for a child Námo adopted and congratulated his brother on softening up to the idea of children. To make matters worse, you played along—much to Námo’s annoyance—and clung to his arm, calling him ‘atar/daddy’.

Irmo was elated, you were dying of laughter and Námo was contemplating his life. He couldn’t believe this was the humour he signed up for the moment he fell in love with someone shorter than most individuals.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Ulmo

Mistook you for the child wandering the shores the first time he saw you in the distance and scolded you for playing in the deep waters without parental supervision. That was until he learned you weren’t a child and your permanent height for a lifetime.

‘Pebble’ was the most suitable nickname he gifted you since pebbles were small and cute…like you. Plus, he brings you pebbles, seashells and pearls from the ocean floor as a token of affection.

Because you’re smaller, your strokes as you swim alongside him are slower, so he’ll call the seals, dolphins or whales to swim alongside you for assistance. You’re even allowed to ride them anytime you two are swimming out in the depths.

Since Ulmo’s true form is staggering, he opts to appear around the same height as you are anytime he has to walk the earth. His favourite place to have walks would be the beach obviously.

Hand holding while watching the sunset and he’s quietly staring at your short fingers holding his larger hand. He loves holding your hand to fawn over the size. He would even slip on a cute ring with a pearl one day.

Because Ulmo is known for having no resting place as he wanders the waters of the world, he enjoys visiting your home. It’s even better if you live near a lake for him to have easier access to seeing you frequently. Cue Ulmo marvels at how small your household items are as he picks them up.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Oromë

Congratulations, you are the perfect size to sit on all of his creatures (and him) to ride through the forest with him. He cannot get over your tiny figure because he knows that you’re about the same size as an elfling and all his creatures are larger than you.

Roughhousing is a thing that occurs between you both and he gets caught up in the experience to forget how easily he can send you on a trip to Estë for healing…because it has happened multiple times.

Picks you up like a sack of potatoes and slings you over his shoulder when he has to carry you somewhere and you’re being troublesome, or he wants to randomly surprise you. You’re as light as a feather as he runs with you through the forest.

Swinging from his muscular arms anytime he flexes his muscles for you? Yes, yes you do, and he loves it. Fuels his ego to know that he’s strong and his lover can climb him like a tree. Clinging to his muscular physique and probably biting him? Yes, you do that he calls you a tiny beast who needs to be tamed.

Not the type to underestimate the size of a creature you can ride because of your size but is also cautious at the same time. Wanted to gift you a Shetland pony because you were small enough to ride one, but back out last minute knowing that he would receive an earful. Gave you a giant-sized tiger or dog as a companion.

You wear his pelts and pretend to act like him, attempting to wield his bow—sweetheart, you couldn’t even draw the strings—as though you were hunting.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tulkas

No different from Oromë and will playfight with you using the strength in his pinkie finger and you’d still have to bandage some body parts because accidents happen all the time. No worries though, he praises your injuries and makes you feel as though you fought a great battle with him.

He has no doubts, dismisses your strengths and associates them with your size having seen many great warriors display outstanding strengths and feats despite their size. Instead, he encourages you to take pride in your size and all the greatness you can accomplish.

You got a workout buddy, or rather he got a new dumbbell to lift or someone to sit on his back for push-ups. Your weight is inconsequential, but it doesn’t stop you from enjoying the fun in the moment.

Also picks you up like a sack of potatoes and carries you around the place, introducing you to all his close friends and elves. Anytime you need to speak ‘eye-level’ with him, instead of going to lengths to climb tables or a tree, he’ll kneel to your level.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Melkor

Getting called dwarf, child, or both the first time you meet will result in him changing the names and calling you a critter if you attempt to attack him for calling you short. Probably ‘ankle biter’ might be your new name because he denoted that small things have the most rage.

You’re a ferocious ankle-biter in his eyes whose nerves he enjoys getting on because your responses are hilarious. It’s all in jest…or maybe not.

Nothing of his will ever fit you, that also means trying to wear his crown with the Silmarils. It’s currently sitting on your neck as we speak. All you can do is make versions of his outfits tailored to your size.

You’re smaller, so his hands can cover your entire face. Know what that means? Squish your cheeks as you speak to admire how soft and dough-like they are. “Hm, ankle biter, you have remarkably soft cheeks,” he says while squishing your face.

There’s nothing you can climb on to meet his height because he makes sure that there isn’t anything around. He wants you to break your neck looking up at him (bite his ankles and he’ll reach your height).

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Eönwë

“You’re like a hummingbird minus the speed,” he chuckled upon the first sight of your tiny figure. You were lucky he didn’t consider you a lost child who wandered before him in search of help because he was ready to call you ‘child’.

I have to say, Eӧnwё is the best person to try the same ‘daddy’ prank on when you’re walking through the streets of Valimar but clinging to him and acting like a child for the elves to fawn over how adorable the interaction is. There is always an elf who inquires for you to look them in the eye and say, “This is my atya!”

His avian side adores your tininess; and makes you all the more delicate and squishable. You are never again going to leave the nest…just joking, but his protective side goes up a notch because you are TINY.

I mean, he loses you in a crowd easily and you can’t even jump high enough to show your location. You can climb a table or chair but still have to get past the sea of heads before Eӧnwё spots you.

Gets you the smaller version of everything so you don’t have to struggle with holding the larger objects. He once watched as you climbed a chair as if it were a mountain or fought with a glass of wine because the glass was too big to hold.

At least going on flights doesn’t change whether you’re extra small or bigger. Visits in the morning and takes you to watch the sunrise over the mountain from a bird’s eye view.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tilion

Doesn’t matter if you’re tiny or tall, you still look the same from his view in the sky as he guides the moon. But he does melt at the sight of you looking up at the moon.

You are forever his ‘little deer’ even though you’re probably feisty and love to bite or nibble on his arms all the time. Similar to Oromë, carries you around like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, but more for the fun of watching your short legs dangle.

Doesn’t alter the size of any furniture so he can observe your legs dangling over the edges and sway, or the size difference between you and the table designed for a nine-foot entity.

Roughhousing is a constant must-have between you both because he adores pinning your smaller body under his and making you fight back. Tilion just wants to watch you struggle and wiggle like a worm. Bite him.

Puts you to sleep on top of him because it is the safest option unless you want to be crushed under a giant nine-foot Maia, and you look like a tiny kitten curled up on his chest. The only thing he hasn’t done is pick you up by your scruff.

He’s such a tease when it comes to you both riding through the forest. Tilion will purposefully place you behind him so you can’t see a thing and then tease you about being too small. But it’s all in jest because he’ll have you ride an elk or reindeer or even a pony that was handpicked to match your size.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Mairon

He also assumed you’re an ankle biter as well because he called you short and you were ready to attack. Please, do not release him from your tyranny because he will make fun of your height and pat your head or rest his arm atop your head when he’s resting. Again, bite him.

Complains about your short legs and how slow you are when you’re walking side-by-side but comes to you later to ask for assistance because some tool of his fell into a small hole and you’re tiny enough to get it.

Tells you that he’ll feed you to his wolves if you don’t stop clinging to him when in truth, he loves it. You’re small enough to not be a distraction as he moves about his forge or the fortress, but it’s just Mairon being a tsundere.

Doesn’t see you lying in his bed because his bed is huge and you’re extra small, so he almost lies atop your body. It’s turned into a staring match like how children stare you down without blinking.

Has a tendency to carry you around, for funsies, by holding onto your belt or grabbing the back of your clothes so you dangle as he powers through the corridors until he arrives at his Lord holding you like a briefcase.

Deep down, as much as he teases your size, he enjoys the differences. Watching you fight to lift an object made for his size or dress in his clothes—if you’re brave enough to try this—is entertaining.

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