Will not hesitate to pull a "In our days," on you, despite being an immortal (RIP).

He is amazed by your ability to do nothing and exist in the realm of absolute nothingness. Not to forget all the naps, which he reluctantly joins to cuddle with you.

But he will not hesitate to pick you up and take you outside to touch grass if the situation calls for it.

Not the best with slang. He is quite envious of how fast Varda seems to catch on to it compared to him. Even Mairon (in fix-it).

Gets an aneurysm every time you bring up pro-Feanor arguments to spite him.

Somehow exceptionally good at taking blurry photos of you. Can be your personal drone if bribed accordingly.

As your supportive partner, Eonwe is here for moments of nostalgia when Chemical Romance resurfaces. He's confused but he's got the spirit.

Perfectly capable of keeping up with your fleeting attention span.

Got a new baking hobby? He's here with Kementari's trusted recipe.

Is a LinkedIn bro without LinkedIn. It's giving small town, everyone knows everyone with this Ainu.

He's constantly amused by your chicken scratch of handwriting.

Did laugh for an hour when he saw you trying to scroll a book.

An unlikely but wholesome pairing. He needs someone who is capable of telling him, "It's not that deep."

He is Barbie and you are Kenough of this pairing.

It's just vibes around here. And yes, he does allow you to dye his wings pink in the middle of an emotional breakdown.

"I am." Stubborn or contrary, perhaps but it is worth it when his folded wings spasm. Oh he's getting annoyed. Good. You always liked when his mood rose, so gentle all the time, loyal and caring as he is, his warrior nature is a good excuse to vent out your own frustration. It's a protection too, you know him, he will never cross boundaries you aren't comfortable with. There is no anger in him, not really, it is all worry and devotion pulsing at the edges of his fana.

And maybe this knowledge is why it makes your adrenaline spikes higher.

"I won't argue with you." And damn him for his insight, for knowing you, for being the voice of reason. But you aren't fine - despite it all and you want the fight, you want the distraction. Eönwë sighs, and as with everytime he does it with his entire body.

"Would you at least let me take care of you?"

No, you want to say. Contrary. Challenging. He's so delicious when backed against a wall. Metaphorical or physical.

"I can take care of myself." You throw with heat, cross your arms, lift your chin. Eönwë's eyes narrow down and for an instant his true nature is almost overwhelming, you feel the bird of prey circling, the control and the speed, blood pumping in your veins. Then it shatters when he lowers his face and with a soft smile, half defeated, half devoted, agrees with you.

"I know. Still, grant me this privilege."

It should leave you unbalanced, this change of behaviour but it is Eönwë and you know his ëala for what it is. Sweet, loyal, devoted. Kind. In a way that is both humble and noble.

"Well." You lick your lips because yes he is noble, kind and sweet. But you see him and he knows you. "Ask this better and I might indulge you."

"Shall I beg?" The first hint of a blush blooms on his face. Delicious. Delirious. You are not fine indeed, but this might be just what you need. A smirk tugs at your lips and you fix him with a pompous stare.

"You do that so well my Lord."

It's the title used in the wrong context that does it. Eönwë ducks his face, ears pink, bows to you as if you were Varda and says,

"If my Lady would grant me the honour of tending to her I would be the happiest person alive." A pause, then. "I implore her."

Heat is pooling low in your stomach and you calculate how long you can keep him around until he is called for another one of his duties. Maybe, you smirk, maybe you could tie him up and keep him to yourself a bit linger. You let the silence stretch a bit, enjoy the slight shift of his body - awkward but impatient too. Finally.

"You might."

Eönwë's eyes are bright azure glistening with starlight and their focus on you momentarily steal your breath away. You know him and he knows you and so when you yank him forward for a kiss, he comes pliant and eager.

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.

Masterlist

Now you stood with your hands cupped before you, knees and feet touching together and an inch away from the edge of the pool. Your eyes were bright and cheery, eager to fulfil any of his requests with diligence and satisfaction. However, to Eӧnwё, those were not the first features he took in the moment you appeared before him; if it were not for the flustered appearance and the shift in your scent, he would have gone about his day like any ordinary person, but he wasn’t. Those were never the signs of an ordinary eager person willing to please their Lord; you were his exceptional devotee who did whatever it took to satisfy his needs. And he was sure you found the idea of being his servant thrilling just as he did, the only problem was the lack of visual gratitude.

“You called my Lord Eӧnwё,” you answered with readiness in your tone and slightly bouncing on the tip of your toes. He drank in the sight of everything you did, from the soft smile and eyes to the bouncing on your toes to the aroused state your body was left in. The roundness of your nipples was peeking through the thin material of your dress.

Satisfied with his observations, he rocked back against the wall and hitched his left foot upon the bench, his lower body still submerged beneath the water. His elbow rested upon his kneecap, allowing him to leisurely rest his head into the palm of his hand and gaze hungrily. He could feel his inner self snapping and chastising him for taking forever to make the move, though Eӧnwё was most reasonable and aware that coaxing was required to get you right where you should be for taking.

“I did, and I require something from you, little one,” he assured with the corners of his lips tugging upwards. “However, I am concerned this request may be too far–reaching for your lovely self to handle.”

“Too far–reaching, my Lord?” You were stunned at his assumption; never before has he ever doubted your capabilities. “Forgive me, but I find your statement a bit insulting given my dedication when it comes to ensuring satisfaction is achieved even if I must go to great lengths.”

The frown that formed was eye candy to Eӧnwё and only urged him to push you further. Arching his brow in contest to your frowning, his chin jutted outwards with the expectation of riling you further, and in gratification, he was successful. Following the frown, your eyes grew glossy with tears threatening to overflow as they were summoned rapidly. “Great length you say. Tell me,” he began, shifting his body so that he was now standing waist–deep in the shallow waters and giving you a view of his warrior’s appeal, “how far are you willing to go in order to prove your capabilities?”

His question once again stunned you. Your Lord had never been judgemental or sceptical of your devotedness, always a pleasing smile and warm ‘thank you’ being bequeathed. Had your most recent performance lacked passion and devotion? Perhaps this was his reason for summoning, a test of how far you were willing to prove your gratitude and appreciation.

“Permission to approach?” you requested and waited for his nod of approval before carefully shuffling over to the three threaders at the entrance to the pool. As your posture changed from hands before to attention, so did Eӧnwё. Facing you head–on, your eyes swiftly took in the droplets of water which clung to his skin like a fragrance, his semi–wet hair and gorgeously tanned body, though, it was the lack of the electrifying blue in his orbs that alerted you of his other avatar present. A message to be cautious with your response. “As your devoted follower My Lord, it pains me to learn of your disappointment towards my performance. It is my responsibility to ensure absolute happiness in my servitude. So, to answer your question—whatever I must do.”

You were smart to understand he was displeased, but not enough to be aware of his faux goading. You were dancing in the palm of his hands to his every word and tune.

Poking the tip of his tongue to kiss the corner of his mouth, he then ran it over his lips with his focus like a hawk on your expression. He was delighted such a casual interaction would ignite a wonderous outcome with the probabilities in his favour, and with the change in his disposition, his forefinger lifted to beckon you over.

“Come,” he commanded, voice laced with compulsion and honey and eyes full of seduction. They darkened further with a ring of gold and eyes becoming slits; features you had seen before and understood, yet the pronunciation of them in this predicament was strange. “Treat with me.”

Your body was compelled before your mind was able to react, foot in front of the other, you stepped down the threader until your feet were emersed in the water. The rest was easy as your dress became soaked the further you waded until you came to stand before your Lord, tall and magnificent as the dawn. His wings fluttered and flapped at your approach, more ruffled prior to the beginning of the night. There was the instinctive urge to reach out and brush your fingers across his plumage as you were normally granted, but your hands were tied, waiting patiently for his chain of command in order to prove your great lengths.

His right hand was the first to move between you both, sloshing through the water and collecting enough droplets to let them fall against your dress. The thinness of the material was no warrior to fight against the transparency the water provided to access your skin. More specifically, he doused the water over your bosom for a better view of your chest, ensuring that droplets fell directly onto your erected nipples. Listening to your astonished gasps and noticing the motions of your hands gripping the ends of your dress goaded him on.

His left hand soon joined him, however, instead of splashing more water, he gave a sudden tug to your body and pressed you against his chest. In an instant, both arms encircled your waist, followed by his wings cocooning you both. The proximity brought unhinged thoughts, being pressed against his bare body and feeling the outline of his manhood bumping against your thigh like another arm. Your indecorous thoughts were getting the better of you for you were unable to look him in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” he mused before dipping his head into the crook of your neck and ghosting your skin with his lips. “You’re trembling like a frightened little dove.”

“I do not believe—ah!” you gasped as your words were cut–off by the suddenness of his teeth sinking into your flesh before his tongue swiped over the area to soothe the ache. “My Lord!”

“Hmm,” he mumbled, deaf to whatever you were about to say while his lips worked their way across your neck, tasting your skin and groaning at the fulfilment of how sweet you tasted after longingly fantasising. His arms instinctively tightened around your waist eliciting a sharp gasp from you, but also allowed him to be closer and feel your warmth and erratic heartbeat. His favourite sound in the world, and he knew it from the soft lub–dub sounds it echoed—a melody that enticed him easily.

Lost for words on your end, you didn’t know where to place your hands as he ravished your neck in a litter of kisses. Were you permission to touch him while he donned great magnitudes to pleasure? But it should be the other way around?

“M–My Lord,” you managed to stutter out, yet unable to gain his attention. It wasn’t until your hands found the confidence to lift and press against his chest with as much force to capture his attention, that he stopped. However, his silence was questioning as he stood menacingly, waiting for your speech. “Should it not be I, who should be condoning the pleasure given the declaration to prove my great lengths?”

Suddenly, he laughed. He laughed an amused laughter at your innocence. Even his wings shook at the adorableness of the proposed inquiry.

Unravelling his hands around your waist, you were abruptly spun around, encouraging your back to collide with his chest. Once again, you were ensnared by him, left with no choice but to allow your Lord to have his way and remain obedient. Unfortunately for you, when his lips returned to your neck, they parted to answer your question. “Your great lengths of devotion will be proven by allowing me to have my way,” he groaned.

Finding his hands, you gripped his wrists as they glided upwards and over your bosom to tug against the sleeves of your dress. “But firstly, these must come off before we truly indulge.”

His words of confirmation triggered your ability to willingly serve without complaint, knowing that your form of satisfaction with the pleasure he condoned was all that mattered. It was appalling that your Lord wished to achieve pleasure through you when so many other followers governed the grounds. Truly, you must have done something astronomical to obtain such commendation. All that was required was your devotion towards showing him how diligently he performed.

The desire to get the show on the road surpassed the wait for your verbal response as you reached for your own sleeves and pushed the material over your shoulder. Though Eӧnwё was impatient and had no desire for a seductive undressing, he ripped the now tattered material apart and left it to float in the pool. Unable to contain himself any longer with the spectacular view of your naked body, his eyes and hands roamed in coordination, unsure of where to focus on first.

“Long have I waited for this moment,” he announced, hands finally finding purchase on your breast, tugging and rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Long have I desired to have you, little dove.”

From his point of view, your body moved too naturally against his own as he groped your breast and rubbed his erection against your butt. The slip and slide of your sweaty and wet skin, fumbling to stay together and in rhythm pursued in the privacy of his domain. He groped and squeezed your chest while his lips created fresh designs across your shoulder and neck. There was barely any ability to contain himself, wanting nothing more than to bend you over the edge and take you until you could bear no more. To no longer watch from the distance and imagine himself all over you but having you in his arms like this was peak imagination.

When he had grown tired of touching your breast, he dropped his left hand to the most sacred place of yours while the other travelled to cup your neck. Teeth grazing your earlobe and breathing fervidly, your high–pitched cries were better than his groans as he rubbed your clit. You were so damn sensitive and soaked with every swipe of his fingers through your fold. He should have claimed you from the start instead of building the anticipation.

Barking instructions for you to carry out, curious to see whether or not his calculations were correct. In the end, he was. There wasn’t the faintest idea on your end of the spectrum when it came to the understanding behind the reasons for his actions. He felt partially horrible for taking advantage of you, but your eagerness to prove your worth and those honeyed words from your lips every time you smiled. He would have ripped his own wings out due to frustration instead of touching himself off every night to your sweet smiles and softness.

Placing a tighter grip around your neck and squeezing the sides, he tilted your neck backwards to meet your shut eyes and parted lips. “You touch yourself, don’t you dove?” Your reply was a whimper before your hips began rocking against his fingers as they slid in and out. “Do you think of me when you cum?”

“M–My Lord!” you yelped as his fingers grazed the tip of your sweet spot.

Contented with the responses, he leaned in to kiss your cheeks and then looked up to continue observing your expressions. Priceless is what he would classify them; no other follower, whether they be as innocent as you could make him feel so devoted to willingly serving and gaining pleasure for his and their benefit. You broke him into wanting you, however, when he was through, tonight would surely not be your last.

So focused on your pleasure, loving the sensation of you gripping him and the warmth encompassing, he was overcome with the urge to be merciful and unmerciful at the same time. Push you to see how far you could take pleasure like a good devotee.

“I want you to remember the feeling of me fucking you whenever I’m not there. Feel my touches and unravel yourself as though I was. Always come back for more because you’re my good little follower,” he chanted, bewitching your body, mind and soul with every whisper and enunciation. “Can you do that for me?”

Fighting for your life, you found it impossible to believe a godly like him could destroy the very fabric of your mentality with his words, body and actions. It was damn near impossible to squeeze out ‘yes’ the way you wanted to. The grip around your throat wasn’t even the cause of it, simply his presence suffocating yours and alluring you like bees to honey. God, you wanted more than your body could handle—it didn’t matter if he ruined you. You were pleased to have at least served him properly one last time.

“Good girl,” he praised and pushed his fingers with more fervour against your sweet spot. “Going to give me your sweetness? Come on, you’re almost there.”

The sheer volume of inconsequential power you felt against him as he took control of your orgasm and showed you who was in charge, humbled your view on how far his power reigned. This was what it felt like to be in the favour of an ethereal being, not just being praised and offered gifts, but having them serve you to show gratitude. The thought of never giving yourself like a sacrificial orifice to a being used to be your number one motto…until you began serving the Herald of Lord Manwë. His duty and sacrifices were worthy more than fetching water and preparing a meal of food. You now understood it meant warming his bed at night and keeping his stamina efficient.

With the release of your neck, Eӧnwё allowed for the violent thrashing of your body against his as your orgasm took over and consumed you. The high–pitched squeals you sang with broken syllables of his name were euphoric. He’d kill to hear you cry out his name again. Holding you in place while you shivered uncontrollably in his arms, his hands resumed their roaming, mapping out all your bodily features to remember for lonely times. From your thighs to your hips to your stomach and back to your breasts, he groped every inch of you. Long gone in his mind was his prominent erection weeping against your ass, but the time was coming to place him out of his misery, and you were the solution.

Therefore, turning you in his embrace and avoiding your body collapsing, there was the fluid shuffle of him throwing your arms around his neck and his arms hooking under your thighs. You weren’t aware of his body contorting about the place while you still suffered the effects of your climax, but you became when you suddenly felt airborne. Wading through the water and ignoring the confused looks you threw, he returned to his bench with you now resting in his lap.

With the gain in a new form of comfort, allowing him to move not only himself but you, he retracted his forearms from under your thighs to immediately cup your face for a kiss. He didn’t understand why it wasn’t the first thing he hadn’t done from the very start. But with the opportunity presented, he wasted not a moment to pry your lips apart and slip his tongue inside for a heated kiss. Filled with his visceral nature, the aggression was skyrocketing and snatching away your ability to keep up. It was he who led the kiss, and dictated its pacing. The catering of your noses and teeth colliding was the least of his worries as he pried moans and mewls, and the gentle rocking of your body against his erection.

Lust was in the air the deeper you gravitated towards him, allowing your very fibre to be consumed. From cupping your neck, his hands slithered to your waist to aid in your gyrating. You almost thought with the occupation of kissing you, he would forget about focusing on praising and guiding you. “Take your time, dove. Move nice and slowly for me—just like that,” he hissed as he broke the kiss to look down to where your lower lips were running over his cock and dribbling it in your arousal. The sight ceased to restrain the feral urge to become unapologetic and take you with aggression. Growling, the deep reverberations caught you off guard.

“I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer.” A warning was emitted once his hands ceased your grinding and one slipped in between to grip his member to run the tip through your folds. “I need you right now!”

Understanding the weight of his words and necessities, with an eager and obedient nod of your head, you gave him acceptance without hesitation. “Do as you please, My Lord, for my body belongs to you.”

Masterlist

·⊰ Eӧnwё assumed it would be child’s play when he watched as you stuck the pieces of wood together and attempted to copy. Let’s just say that it was more difficult than he expected (he glued the wrong pieces together and left out important foundations).

·⊰ After realising that he wasn’t great with building, he stuck to painting the structures and handing you all your tools while sitting back and observing you work. Expect lots of questions, like ‘what got you into this?’ or ‘how did you know you wanted to be an architect?’.

·⊰ Eӧnwё does enjoy visiting you on the construction sites while you're working. He uses his ability to fly to take you on aerial tours so you can view your creation from above. In fact, he does this a lot for all of your creations, wanting to show you the view he has of your masterpieces.

·⊰ Know that he’s you’re number one hype man/maia. Even if there was another architect who was proving to be better than you, in his eyes, you were the best and no one could outshine your brilliance. He even boasts to his fellow Maiar about your skills. If you have an opening for a new project, he’ll invite his friends and others to support you.

·⊰ During his many years of courtship, he has picked up many new skills even if he wasn’t great in the beginning with them. Soon, he’ll be building models with you and not mismatching the pieces, even giving you innovative ideas for new projects.

·⊰ As his lover, Eӧnwё wasn’t aware of the benefits of dating an architect when he came to visit you one day for a date, and you instructed him to take you elsewhere. During your courtship, you had designed a fancy getaway cabin and garden for you both (mostly him).

·⊰ He’ll ask you to take him on a tour around the area and show him all the specialities you added to the design because you always have something extra up your sleeves. When you show him the lights and decorations you’ve added, Eӧnwё is beaming, and you can see it in his puffed-up feathers.

·⊰ He couldn’t believe that you would do something so wonderful and extraordinary for him. Know that he will make use of your gift and bring you along when he wasn’t alone time. You even built him a pool so he could wash his wings whenever he needed to preen, and you must help him.

·⊰ There would be lights running along a stream that leads into the pool where he'd clean off. He would choose to preen at night or take a wash off so he could witness the colourful lights and then get lost in them, forgetting his bath.

·⊰ Sometimes during the colour-changing show, you would see his feather ruffled and puffed up in a more relaxing manner while he's busy gazing at the lights. He looks like those cats staring at pretty lights.

Masterlist

Ulmo

He spends most of his time with you on the beach or near any open area of water, but mostly the beach. Taking you deep underwater and showing you aquatic and oceanic life. Gifting you pearls and the prettiest seashells he can find. His favourite moments would be to sit with you on the sand under the moonlight.

Tulkas

Shows off his strength as proof of his admiration for you while also praising yours. He's a pleaser and would do anything to make you smile. Going out of his way to lifting your spirit (and lifting you) through his praises. Every defeat is done in your honour.

Oromë

Shows off his skills as the greatest Huntsman and brings produce for you every month (his ability to provide). Frequently visiting and teaching you the ropes of hunting. Expect to be gifted a few animals if you're an animal lover or have his special creatures show up to gift you some souvenir that he planned to give you months ago and was nervous about.

Melkor

He's seductive about his strategies and prefers to seduce you. He's always standing close and pushing your hair out of your face or neck or resting a hand on your back. He loves to hand-feed you himself for some reason, like strawberries or have you sample his wine from his glass.

Eönwë

Just like his King but boisterous and flamboyant about it. He goes all out and would perform aerial dances or find you little pebbles and shinies out on his flights. He would even take you on flights just to have you cling to him. Always gifts you a feather to have a piece of him.

Tilion

He is quick to visit during the day and spends every moment at your side asking you about your day. Gifts you little trinkets that are different moon phases and tells you he'll watch over you when you're asleep. He has the tendency to break the moon's course just to shine moonlight on you even if he gets scolded.

Ossë

Collects pearls and seashells and prepare them on a turtle shell as a gift to you. Whenever you're in the water, the tides tend to become calmer or around you. He loves to give you the advance over others when you're sailing on the seas. Sends sea creatures to gift you little trinkets whenever he can't make it.

Mairon

Possessive to a fault and will fight, so it’s best if you don’t leave the house because you’re going to be walking around in public bouncing into other people and his bird brain cannot comprehend that.

Whenever you don’t smell like him, he’ll drag you off to rub himself all over you so you’re smelling like him. It does contain him grinding all over you or engaging in small sexual activities that leave his scent on you.

This becomes a habit of his during the entire wait for mating season, he’s always all over you. Pulling you into some corner to go down on you or fingering you, anything except sex, for you to smell like him.

Thirdly, his appetite increases, and he puts on more weight, like muscle mass. His body bulks up and everything about him grows and becomes enlarged (yes, even his dick gets bigger, like BIGGER).

Eats more than ever to increase his mass so he’ll have enough energy for the week he’s about to have you to himself. Eӧnwё would appreciate it if you cooked meals for him, that way he’s aware of his mate being able to provide and care as well.

There are changes in his wings. His plumage is shinier than ever and a few shades darker, so they no longer appear white: greyer. Even with his wingspan increase, you would notice him stretching out his wings over the period; it’s him adjusting to the new size. Plus, super sensitive so avoid touching them for now. He also grows additional inches and towers over you even more.

Later on, his voice drops and his eyes become more hawk-like, sharper and his irises glow in the dark. It’s impossible to hide anything from him, even his sense of smell has amplified.

Eӧnwё could smell your arousal from a mile away, no wonder why he’s always cornering you (it’s worse if you’re ovulating around his rut, like seriously worse. He’ll either start mating right there to not miss a chance or glower in the back horny x10).

His bodily temperature increases and it’s like sleeping directly beside a campfire. He’s always sweating and covered in a sheen, so this leads to him walking around half-naked; shirtless with some loose trousers that barely hang on his hips and the obvious outline of his dick.

This is also done by him to get your arousal up and running. Help your hormones run in sync with his as if his pheromones aren’t doing the trick already. This is accompanied by him constantly whispering about how he can’t wait to breed you.

It’s natural for him to engage in mating because it’s his body’s natural way of informing him that he’s ready to settle down and have a family; the joys of seeing you become pregnant. However, it depends on the stage you've both reached in your relationship because Eönwë would understand that you aren't ready for children if you two aren't wedded and new to the relationship.

It's just his natural avian instincts to mate for children purposes even though it's not yours and his reason (he just wants the pain to disappear).

Fourthly, the nest. Sooner or later, during your stay at Eӧnwё, you are going to notice start noticing pillows and sheets missing. “Weren’t there four cushions on the couch yesterday?” Cue Eӧnwё, adjusting the cushions in the nest he’s building in his chamber.

But before he builds the nest, he does heavy tidying to the house, it needs to be spick and spanked for his mate to feel comfortable during their mating. But the house also needs to be marked as his territory, so he places his feathers throughout the house and in your nest.

You’ll be walking through the house and see a trail of white silvery feathers in the most random of places.

One time, you were in need of a pillow to sleep and because the nest wasn’t ready to be used, you removed a pillow from it to sleep. Never before had you heard Eӧnwё sounding so displeased and feral, “Pull. Them. Back. Now.”. Note to self, do not remove anything from your shared nest.

When he’s finished with the nest, he will bring you to inspect it and give the final confirmation. It’s really just a pile of mattresses doubled up and sheets everywhere with cushions and pillows for extra fluffiness— please don’t say no, he’s already stressed and it’s a form of rejection, and I will personally hunt you with a pitchfork if you reject.

| Mating (NSFW) |

So if this is your first mating season with him, you would have probably figured out that Eӧnwё has a massive breeding kink and impregnating kink when mating season rolls around because he’s mentally at that stage of waiting to have a family.

You would have been hearing him whispering it in your ear throughout the pre-mating, so you are going to hear him mumbling it in your ear the entire time about filling you up.

If you both don’t want children, then find some contraceptive herbs that prevents pregnancy, do inform him firstly because the avian part of him will be heartbroken at how you didn’t conceive should it not be discussed beforehand. Consider it a mental preparation for him so, when nothing happens, he doesn't mourn or become depressed.

Everything is going to happen so randomly. You would probably be making something to eat and all of a sudden you look up and see Eӧnwё standing at the entrance panting and animalistic looking before he marches over and drags you to the nest.

You cannot leave your nest the entire time you are rolling around and sloppy fucking into the sheets. As much as you probably wish to wash off, Eӧnwё is there to preen you, so at no point are you stepping out. You did once while he was sleeping to relieve yourself and boy were you in for tears when you returned. It nearly threw his entire heat off because he thought you had left him.

If you need anything, you need to tell him and he’ll get it for you. If you need to relieve yourself, then he’ll carry you and bring you back, anything else, inform him and he’ll get it. He's a malewife during your entire heat.

Expect within the first few rounds, not the first day, but just a few rounds to appear like you’ve fought a massive war because you are going to be marked up from head to toe. Hickeys everywhere and small bite marks.

His goal is to also ward off any unwanted male so he’s scenting you as he fucks, and that’s mostly through filling you up. His body knots according to a particular release of cum, this is why he can fuck you multiple rounds back to back and fill you up without knotting. Sometimes he goes through three rounds maybe five before his body allows him to knot (and no, he doesn’t lay eggs, just regular cum).

His body is overly sensitive as well, that’s why he tends to release so quickly. He’s been denying himself until you mate so he’s oversensitive to every touch and his body is chasing relief. His knots last for a few minutes, ten to fifteen minutes, and no, he doesn’t soften at all— he remains hard. This also leads to you being overstimulated.

At the start, he’ll be hesitant and fighting with himself to not let loose and go feral, it’s his first time with you so he doesn’t want to scare you. You need to reassure him that it’s alright to go crazy and wild (and then you were incapacitated). He's like an animal in heat (get it? no? okay), tossing you about the bed, placing his weight on top of you and pinning you into the mattress, biting, marking and so much more.

Eӧnwё is an entirely different person during his heat when he’s fucking you that is, when he’s finished his first knotting, he’s all soft.

Turns into a teddy bear as if he wasn’t sloppy fucking you like your life depended on it a few seconds ago. Clinging to you and cleaning you, nuzzling your hair and preening with some merry chirping in between.

He’ll ask you so many questions about how you’re feeling or if you need to get water. The bad part about it is that if you don’t have any refreshments nearby, you have to wait until his knot deflates before having that glass of water.

As mentioned in A Bond That Keeps Us, he settles the nest nearby the window to give you a beautiful view of nature as he fucks the life out of you.

Please know that because he has so much energy and stamina, he has and will fuck you until you pass out and even as you’re passed out, you would have to note that he’s still using your body despite unconsciousness (of course Eӧnwё informs you that something like this might happen and you gave him consent).

Throughout his entire heat, he is dominant and will never allow you to top so if you are a dominant person and hates the idea of being topped, get used to it. Furthermore, he is in no way degrading or restraining you at all. Yes, he’ll pin you down with his body weight but no collars, ropes or blindfolds. This is a romantic passionate meaningful session.

Don’t even attempt to touch or relieve yourself, you are just hurting him more than ever. His ability to please you would be shattered, it’s as if you’re silently telling him that he isn’t doing a good job.

Know that Eӧnwё is going to make you cum every way on this cock touched and untouched. It will become his profession to make you cum in every way possible.

Along with being a dominant person, he isn’t degrading but he’s still spouting filth about how good you look all filled with his cum, at the same time, he’s sentimental and emotional.

This is his first mating season with you, and he still can’t believe he has a mate and you were willing to mate with him. Of course, he’s going to be praising how wonderful you are to and for him. Will lead to a soft moment being slipped in and him being a tad bit gentler, mostly coming to the end when his energy is fluctuating and he’s in and out of his stamina.

But not to worry, this only happens around day five or six, on day seven, he regains his last bit of energy to finish his heat strongly to show you he’s fully capable of lasting and pleasuring you. Here is where his last knot would occur and most cum is produced (he’s breeding you, it’s creampies all the way).

While he’s lying there with his cum in you and his heat is fading, he turns into an overprotective and loving puppy. Worrying about all the marks on your skin as if he didn’t deliver them. Any massage that your body requires, at this moment, he would deliver them while he allows you your rest.

| Post-Heat |

You two would remain wrapped up with each other for a couple hours, feeling absolutely lethargic because all the weariness from seven days of fucking came crashing down on you both.

Eӧnwё would have to force himself out of bed to prepare a bath for you both because he knows that it’s about time the both of you clean up. He wants to rest but firstly wishes to have you clean and tidy up the place because it’s an absolute mess. Objects are broken, pillows strewn, cushions destroyed, and mattress wrecked and feathered everywhere which spurs Eӧnwё into cleaning mode but he’s too tired.

A hot bath with scented oils, he’ll clean you up and comment on how good you did for your first heat with him. You are so knocked out and in la la land to be aware that he’s cleaning you up.

When he’s finished, he’ll take you to another room in the house for you to peacefully rest and snuggle beside you. While you’re naturally incapacitated due to his skills, he becomes weary and lethargic and refuses to move or function. All he can do is sleep to rebuild all his lost energy.

Lots of cuddling and spending time in bed, if you have the energy to spare. But basically, everything falls back into a normal routine once you’re not pregnant. Eӧnwё goes back to being Eӧnwё.

Bonus: if you had conceived, he would recognise the change in your scent at the end of his post-heat (which usually last between one-three days). Your body scent would change, and he’d be able to pick on the difference as well as sense their fёa.

Masterlist

Irmo

He knew you were an early riser, but was surprised when he found you still curled up in his bed, swaddled by all his feathery blankets. Light snores escaped your lips while your hands were silently roaming his side for his warmth. Irmo couldn't help but return to his side before you rolled off the bed in search of him.

Námo

After months of dealing with a fresh bath of fëar arriving at Mandos, he finally had time to take a short break and catch some rest. What he didn't expect was to fall asleep and meet you curled into his side with your arm and leg across him. Despite needing to return to his duties, Namo decided to spend a few extra hours cuddling with you.

Mairon

The last thing he expected to see in his bed, let alone napping, were you sprawled across his red velvet and gold beddings. Shaking his head at the sight of you, he found it unfair that you had taken up all the space and left no room for him which meant dealing with a grumpy you if he shifted you around. But, it didn't prevent him from rolling into bed while lifting your body to rest halfway atop him.

Melkor

While the Dark Lord rested, he never expected to feel a small slap across his face followed by incoherent mumblings. Flying up and turning to his side, there he observed you wiggling about in his bed, sleep fighting. Sighing with a shake of his head, he knew better than to nap close to you as he was a victim of your unorthodox bodily movements.

Tulkas

After wrestling, sparring and competing in numerous sporting events alongside the mighty Vala, he expected you to feel weary, but not sleeping in his bed. Sympathising with your tired state and chuckling at how you were lying due to the aches in your bones, he found himself sitting beside you while stroking your head with a smile on his face.

Oromë

The hunter knew that due to your mortal status, staying up for lengthy periods was not compatible with your anatomy, so it was no surprise when you called it a night during the hunt. When he returned weeks later, he was greeted by you nestled under his quilts directly in the moonlight. Oromë couldn't help but stand in the doorway and stare at how majestic you appeared.

Ulmo

You knew how busy your Lord was since he was tasked with assisting the Edain and Eldar in Middle Earth. When you saw him flop on his bed and drown in sleep, you decided that it would be sweet to cuddle him and provide that extra comfort. You can imagine Ulmo's surprise when he turns in his slumber and felt your arms encircling his body.

Ossë