#tulkas week

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): Tulkas’s preferred methods of aftercare are warm baths, massages, and cuddles. He will always keep a pitcher of water and a small bowl of treats ready, insisting that his partner have something to eat and drink before they go to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: His chest and arms and thighs. Tulkas loves it when his partner runs their hands all over his chest, arms and thighs, telling him how strong he feels, how good it feels to have his muscular thighs push theirs apart, and how his arms feel like vises when he holds them.

His partner: Their ass. Tulkas loves grabbing his partner’s butt when he lifts them up. While making out or during the act, he grabs onto their back and squeezes tight, delighting in the intoxicating whines and moans he hears.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…) : Tulkas loves turning his partner’s body into a canvas. The Vala will gladly finish inside his partner if that is what they wish, but if they invite him to finish on any exposed part such as their belly, breasts, face, etc, it would drive him wild. He will also let out a string of the filthiest dirty talk he can think of while he does so.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): The Vala has a fantasy of fucking his partner right in the middle of the empty arena he uses for his sporting contests, while the stars are out in all their glory.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): He is very experienced, and is willing to listen. Tulkas will always put his skills to good use, and his partner will be left a wet, mewling mess by the time he is finished with them.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying): Tulkas does not discriminate when it comes to positions, provided he is not physically restrained. However, he does have a liking for his partner being on top, a position that allows him to grab onto his partner’s hips so he can bring them down on him hard and bottom out inside of them when he does.  

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Tulkas loves to crack jokes before, during, and after a lovemaking session, especially if it puts his partner at ease. However, he can be very commanding if his partner acts bratty and pushes his buttons.  

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): Besides the thick golden hair he keeps loose about his shoulders, Tulkas is one of the few among the male Ainur to grow a beard that is as thick and golden as the hair on his head. This he keeps well groomed and neatly trimmed, never letting it grow beyond a finger’s breadth beneath his chin. He does not have any other body hair besides this.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect, etc.): Tulkas is not the most romantic amongst the Ainur. Things like setting romantic scenes and long, candle-lit suppers are not his forte. However, he is open when it comes to displays of affection and will have no problem telling his partner how good they feel and how badly he wants them. He is not one for tender sweet-talk during the act either. Tulkas prefers explicit dirty talk instead.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): The Vala sees no shame in pleasuring himself when he does not have a partner, especially if he’s horny. If his partner just likes to watch him get off, he would happily say yes to that too. Showing them how much they’re missing out on is a big turn-on for him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): He has a thing for degradation, using slurs like calling his partner a slut. He also loves praise, hearing how good he is as a lover and how good he makes his partner feel.

Tulkas will also use his beard for sensation play, running it along the curve of his partner’s throat, their belly or the insides of their thighs, listening to them while they giggle and whimper.

He also has a kink for threesomes, and will say yes if the mood strikes him. The more the merrier is his unofficial motto.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed): Again, this Vala does not discriminate. In bed or on a table, against a wall or down a dark passageway, meadow or tent, it would not matter. He will take his partner in or against any of these locations if they let him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Seeing his partner in armor. No seriously. Tulkas has a soft spot for women in armor and/or holding weapons. Something about the sight of a woman (or a man he finds attractive) in plated steel, or wielding a weapon of any kind, gets his blood going.

Another aspect that gets him going is a partner that will put a show for him, as in: batting their eyelashes and gesturing for him to “come hither,” whispering suggestive things into his ear, running their hand all over his arms and chest and purring how wonderful they all feel, toying with his hair.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs): Water sports and scat play are turn-offs for him, so while he will respect his partner’s liking for such acts, he himself will never agree to engage in them in any shape or form.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Tulkas enjoys both, but his preference is to receive. Tulkas loves watching his partner struggle to sink their mouth around his cock while they go down on him. He would brush his hand over their hair and encourage them to take him in even deeper, growing drunk on the little gagging sounds they make.

When he goes down on his partner, he wants them to be expressive, telling him where to touch and kiss them, what he should avoid, and encouraging him with deep moans and right there’s and hard tugs on his hair. He has a skilled tongue, always laving his partner's slit before gently tugging, looking up into his partners eyes and grunting with each flick.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Tulkas is a rough and fast kind of Vala, someone who has been known to rip the clothes off his partner in his need to feel their skin against his. He is one of the last partners to have when it comes to slow and sensual, but he will slow down the tempo if it is his partner’s first time or if they ask for it.  

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Tulkas has no aversion to quickies and is ever ready to say yes if it is offered.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) :Tulkas is big on experimenting and taking risks, but only after talking it out with his partner and receiving their consent first. He will, however, draw the line if it is an act that would injure his partner in any way.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Being a fine athlete, Tulkas can go for as many as three or four times (for quick sessions) with little breaks in-between, or for hours (for a one-time session), if his partner insists on him slowing the pace. Either way, his partner will be exhausted by the time he is finished with them.

T = Toy (Do they own toys?) Do they use them? On a partner or themselves? Restraints, and on his partner, when they act bratty and have to be reminded to behave. If he is in the mood he will use various forms of bondage to restrain his partner’s wrists and legs during the act.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): He loves to tease, tempting his partner with shallow thrusts, making them whine and pout while he chuckles and watches them lose themselves in a lust-filled haze.  

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): Tulkas is loud, moaning and muttering sweet obscenities against his partner’s skin without restraint during the act and not caring if anyone else hears.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): Tulkas will smack his partner’s butt in public when he is feeling particularly playful, and grin like anything while his partner blushes furiously.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Tulkas is a big boy in every way. Length and girth is in proportion to his height and size, all thick and veiny and pale. He is a shower, and his cock is guaranteed to be outlined against fabric if he wears tight fighting breeches.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Very high. Tulkas is very much a high libido Ainu, and needs a partner who can keep up with him.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Tulkas will keep awake while his partner needs aftercare. After that, he will be content to cuddle his partner and sleep after that.

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.

She desired Tulkas, yes, but never did she think he would command her to tend to him, his needs. 

She certainly did not think that his need would be his thirst for blood. 

Y/n had to keep still, so very still. Teeth as sharp as tiny spikes pierced her flesh, the pain searing her like a red-hot brand. She grew dizzy, weak, her very life force seeping out of her with each swallow of her blood. Tulkas drank and drank, drinking deep from the sweet, crimson nectar that poured down his throat. 

Y/n was his first, his only, familiar. She was quiet. Diffident. He never knew what to do with her, except to give her orders. 

"Fetch me more wine."

"Procure this and this and this for me."

"Lay out my garments for the night."

And he did not give her a second thought, paying her no mind while she kept to the shadows. Now she was here, in his embrace, her very blood coursing through his veins. And it was intoxicating, filling him to the brim. More, more, more. He needed more. He took more. He did not stop. He could not stop. His skin was on fire, his senses now sharper than a finely forged blade. He drank and drank and drank, taking more, taking it all. He paused, hesitated. Something pricked at him, a reminder of something he said. What was it? Was it important? Did it matter? Tulkas decided it did not. He went back to satisfying his hunger.

Y/n's body grew cold against the rose and ivory tiles of the dining hall floor. She thought of what Tulkas last said, all of what he said.

"I am hungry," he had said. 

"It is too dangerous to hunt. It is too close to dawn," he had said. 

"You need not fear me," he had said. 

"I will restrain myself," he had said. 

"I will only take just enough—just what I need," he had said. "After, I will reward you."

And how could she refuse him? He was her lord, her master. She had sworn to obey him in all things. Everything she had came from him. Her happiness rested in his hands—the very hands that cradled her to him now while he drained her of all she had. 

Lies. His promises were nothing but lies. Y/n tried to fight him. She did not want to die. She squirmed. Tried to pinch him, move, do something, anything, that would bring him back to his senses. Tulkas growled and bit down harder.

It was too late, he was too far gone. Her body went limp. First her fingers and toes, then her limbs, then the rest. It was as if a blanket of ice was being draped over her, inch by inch. Y/n finally closed her eyes, ready to meet her maker. It was not fair. She had so many years left to live, and they were now taken from her. A single tear slid down her cheek. Her final breath came, a wet, rattling sound rising from the back of her throat when it did. It finally stopped. The pain, the sorrow, everything. It all stopped. The world went dark. Tulkas stopped. Drew back. He groaned in satisfaction, and licked his lips, greedy for the last drops that remained. He then looked down at the lifeless vessel in his arms. 

Gone. Tulkas did not have to be told. He knew. Y/n was gone. 

It did not matter to him. 

He could always find another.