#ossë

[seaside-wanderer]

"for the most part"

[doodle-pops]

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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[cilil]

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇𝓈

Characters: Mairon, Gothmog, Eönwë, Tilion & Ossë; reader's gender is unspecified - all up to your imagination~

Featuring: 2nd person POV, vampire!Mairon, werewolf!Mairon, monsterfucking, Balrog anatomy, avian Ainu, merman, some Dom/sub dynamics, bit of predator/prey and other kinks, penetrative sex, intercrural sex, dirty talk

Warnings: Possessive themes, smut, tiny bit of degradation branding/burn marks, blood drinking/vampirism, mentions of impact play (whipping, spanking), swords/blades, bit of blood, biting, scratching

AN: Thanks to everyone who voted on my poll (back in the day). Sorry for the delay and here are your top choices plus our favorite birdy boy - hope you enjoy!

Mairon

𓂀 Once your heart is his, Mairon makes sure to live up to his reputation as the Lord of Gifts and the Lord of the Rings. Whether it is to seal a bond of marriage, asking for your hand or a promise of love and courtship, he crafts a beautiful ring just for you - showing everyone that you are now his and possibly also enhancing said ring with a few spells so he can watch over you.

𓂀 Yet gold is not the only way for him to mark your body; he also loves to use his fire to ensure neither you nor anyone else will ever forget where you belong. Mairon's preferred symbol to draw on your skin is The Eye, and he loves to place it right on your neck or chest so he can see it every time he takes you.

𓂀 His love and desire for you take many forms, as does he; when in the shape of a vampire, he enjoys biting you and drinking your blood while he makes love to you, strengthening the bond between you. He may sing to you to keep you calm while he feeds, and his song causes the wound and the vein he drank from to appear golden for a time until it slowly fades. Mairon expects you to wear those marks with pride and not cover them up.

𓂀 Whenever his form has more wolfish attributes, he also likes leaving bite marks, but his favorite feature is his knot. He loves how it swells inside you and stretches you out while he breeds you and how it keeps his seed inside until he decides he's done with you for the night.

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"Do you think you can take it?" 

Mairon slams into you with the full strength of his fána, making sure you can feel every inch of his hot, hard cock stretching you out without mercy. 

"Do you think you can take my knot, my precious little slut?" 

You barely manage to nod before a searing hot sensation makes you cry out in pain and pleasure alike. The eye symbol, proudly adorning your chest, glows in response to his words, like on the day when you were first marked by his hand. 

Satisfied with your obedience, Mairon stops moving and allows his seed to fill you. His knot swells proudly, binding you to him, and you try to muffle another scream — only for him to deter you with a quick slap on your thigh. 

"No," he says firmly, "let me hear it. I want to hear how much you love this, and you will not deny me."

Gothmog

☄ Contrary to popular belief, Gothmog can be affectionate and isn't afraid to show it. He likes to keep you close in public and holds you like a pretty little doll, making it clear to everyone that you belong to him and no one else may come close to you, let alone touch you. Even when he isn't around, the scent of fire and heat of his touch seems to surround you everywhere you go.

☄ Yet make no mistake: The Lord of Balrogs is incredibly strong and likes it rough. He may use his claws and fangs to as part of passionate love making and leave bite and scratch marks in strategic spots to ensure that everyone knows he has claimed you. Carry your marks with pride: To Balrogs, they are a symbol of strength and a sign that you belong.

☄ Gothmog's favorite way to claim and mark you, however, is fire - but he won't use his whip unless you ask him to. Instead, he may opt to simply use his hands to leave a nice and warm hand print on your skin; the same applies to any sort of impact play where he uses his hands instead of any tools. The touch of a Balrog leaves a lingering feeling of either cosy warmth or searing heat, and which one it will be is his choice to make.

☄ Aside from horns that you can hold on to, Gothmog also has a tail - and yes, he can and will use it. Not only is it a convenient as an additional limb to wrap around you and pull you close when his hands and arms are occupied and to keep others away from you, but he can also use it to fuck you if he so chooses, be it to tease you or for double penetration. He loves to test your limits.

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"What a pretty little thing you are." Gothmog pats your head with his large hand while he continues to effortlessly bounce you on his lap as if you weigh nothing. 

You would have cried out from the intensity of his massive cock thrusting in and out of you rapidly, but all you manage is a muffled moan; your mouth is currently occupied by the tip of his tail. 

"We don't need the entire fortress to hear you," Gothmog said beforehand, and you agreed. 

He is — for his standards — gentle with you, but you also know that there isn't much mercy to be had in Angband. You consider yourself lucky to be with him. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when Gothmog rakes the claws of his free hand down your back and chuckles when he feels your throat vibrate with muted screams. 

"And so good for me too," he adds to his previous statement. "Keep taking me so nicely and I might even let you rest after this round."

Eönwë

⚔ As sweet and affectionate as Eönwë is with you in private, he's not exactly fond of others trying to compete, particularly during avian mating season. He stays with you whenever he can, guarding you like a precious treasure, and watches the people who approach you, both when's nearby and when he's somewhere else. Should another suitor be so foolish as to approach you anyway, they will soon notice a very irate Maia glaring at them and posturing aggressively, every single feather fluffed up.

⚔ While you two are still courting and not quite ready for marriage yet, Eönwë presents you with a lovely promise bracelet or anklet (your choice), made of his favorite materials that he gathered himself. Nothing makes him happier than seeing you wear it, and conveniently enough it also serves as a reminder to other suitors that you are very much taken - by the chief of the Maiar, no less.

⚔ When Eönwë makes love to you, he can be gentle, but he can also be feral. Sometimes his desire simply overwhelms him. Depending on his current form, he has talons on his hands and will make use of them to mark you, even drawing ancient patterns on you to show everyone who claimed you. You can also expect to find yourself covered in love bites, with his favorite area being your neck.

⚔ If you enjoy rough sex and agree to try out some more "extreme" kinks, Eönwë would love to make use of his sword - the song of steel and battle is ingrained in his very being, after all. As much as the rational part of him hates to see you hurt, the feral part of him is fascinated by the way you shiver when a cold blade is pressed against you or when it leaves beautiful lines of red on your skin and draws a few droplets of blood.

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Cold steel bites into your skin as the blade touches your throat, but you only have eyes for Eönwë. He's breathing heavily, and his fána glows with barely contained lust. 

"I want you," he breathes. 

You spread your legs in silent invitation. Surely he must know that you are already his; even if you decided to fight back now, which is the last thing on your mind, he would be too strong for you. 

"Exactly like this," Eönwë says then, and you understand. He wants to take you with his sword at your throat, utterly at his mercy, and your skin prickles with excitement. 

The prospect of submitting to the greatest warrior of the Maiar so completely is thrilling. 

Eönwë enters you with one swift thrust, his free hand reaching for your hip. You make sure not to move, as you know he wants from you, and welcome him inside. The blade presses against your skin, but only lightly; his hold is steady, his posture impeccable, no blood is drawn. 

You surrender. 

Tilion

☽ Tilion loves antlers, his pride and joy when it comes to his fána, and wants to share that with you. If you yourself are an Ainu and grow your own pair, he will paint them silver with moonlight. If not, he will gladly hunt beasts of your choosing for you to claim their horns or antlers as a prize for you to wear and paint them as well. Nothing makes him more proud than everyone seeing that you belong to him.

☽ In order to make sure you are always safe, even when he isn't around, Tilion also crafts protective moon charms, infused with the light of Telperion's fruit. These are designed to keep creatures of darkness away, fearing his wrath, and may also glow to alert you to nearby danger. Not least of all they come with the additional benefit of letting everyone know that Tilion is only ever one call away.

☽ He loves to be intimate with you whenever he can, worshiping your body to his heart's content. Like his own hunt and war paint, Tilion enjoys painting your skin with matching patterns. These are expressions of love and companionship, glowing hymns to your beauty, but also marks of ownership and desire.

☽ For as hopelessly romantic as Tilion is, never forget that he's also a hunter. When lust overwhelms him, he is a passionate and wild lover, and sex with him can get rough. He enjoys chasing you, catching you and holding you down while he takes you, as well as leaving bite marks all over your body. Rest assured though that he will take good care of you after and do anything to ensure that you're comfortable and at ease.

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"You are too beautiful for your own good," Tilion sighs, smiling as he kisses you on the lips. 

You are both naked, lying together on a bed of moss in the woods of Oromë, and panting heavily after a wild and lengthy chase. Of course your lover has caught you in the end and carried you to a comfortable hidden spot to enjoy his prey. 

Tilion trails his hand down your chest, your stomach, your lower body, and you spread your legs in anticipation. He wants you, you can see it; his midnight blue eyes darken with desire. 

"There you go, little deer," whispers gentle praise against your lips before pushing two fingers inside of you. "You will be all nice and wet for me soon, won't you?" 

You nod. Of course you will be; how could you not when you are with your beloved hunter, chasing your love and your pleasure with no less determination and ferocity than he chases his prey. 

Ossë

⚡︎ Ossë is a capricious and jealous lover. His feelings for you are strong and passionate, and he will fight anyone who wishes you ill - or comes closer than he would like. The storms he conjures are mighty, and even if Ulmo and Uinen stop him from giving in to his jealousy, Ossë is also a mischievous Maia who will find other ways to mess with those who have wronged you or him.

⚡︎ You will find yourself getting showered with gifts from him, various trinkets that he picks up in the oceans of Arda: Pearls, seashells, items and parts from sunken ships, bones, teeth and also all sorts of fish and sea creatures he caught for you. Ossë delights in swimming, diving and hunting to his heart's content, but most importantly coming home to you with something new to show you.

⚡︎ Just like he himself is wild and fierce, so is intimacy with him. You will find yourself completely soaked, regardless of whether he takes you in the water (as he prefers) or outside, and covered in bite and scratch marks; Ossë simply can't resist taking a bite out of something as beautiful as you are. He also loves the thought that everyone can tell what you two have done afterwards.

⚡︎ Ossë enjoys being on top of you, all around you and inside you, having his tail wrapped tightly around you. After he's done making love to you, he likes carrying you around like a precious little pearl and singing to you in ancient tongues until you fall asleep. You may also notice that, whenever you've been with him, the scent of seawater sticks with you for days.

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The sand feels warm against your skin, but Ossë's form is cool and smooth. He rolls over so he's lying on top of you, his tail wrapping around your legs, and flashes you a toothy grin, like a hungry sea monster about to devour its unfortunate prey. 

"Should I take you here, marilla? Or should I drag you to the bottom of the ocean first?" he teases. 

Clawed, webbed fingers hold onto you possessively, and Ossë wastes no time nibbling on the side of your neck as you writhe underneath him. 

"Please have mercy, o lord of storms," you gasp, entertaining his little game to entice him to go on. 

You know your words had the intended effect when you feel something hard pressing against your thigh. 

"Perhaps I will," Ossë muses, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

His tail keeps its grip on your legs, and he pushes his now-exposed cock between your thighs to rut against you.

"We will even start slowly," he whispers, "but worry not. You shall feel my full strength soon enough."

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marilla (Quenya) - pearl

Thanks for reading! ♡

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[eri-pl]

Yesterday I was checking how the Noldor sailed and there's a wonderful paragraph there. It basically goes like: "Ossë didn't attack the Noldor despite his love for the Teleri, because the Valar had said to not interfere with them." And then, after one or it two sentences, "Uinen made some storms and drowned some ships". (Sorry, it's from memory, but this general meaning.)

Which means it basically went something like this:

Ossë: They killed my friends!

Uinen: What are we going to do about it?

Ossë (who is still on probation I guess): Nothing. There Valar forbade us from doing anything. *sniff* Hey, where are you going?

Uinen: ...shopping.

*a few storms later*

Uinen: ... So, my lord, Ossë didn't do anything. And I'm... Well, I'm not sorry, but I'm ready to take whatever punishment you see fit.

Ulmo: You are on clam duty. Both.

Seriously, Tolkien had so many hidden gems. Yeah Ossë couldn't do anything because of course everybody listens to the Valar, well, except Uinen in the very next sentence, she didn't care.

[deus-sema]

Sauron: *trying to get on the ship what would have been his first proper comfortable nap after spending years as vegemite*

Ossë:

[violecov]

Ossë maiar of Ulmo and the seas.

Redraw of my old head picture :))

[gracefallingart]

Ossë

Finished him! Here he is in full color and shading. I am having fun not doing any skin tones, and I really like the stark, bold way it makes my characters look. More to come! Message me with preferences for Silmarillion Fanart... and you might just get your wish!

[verecunda]

[Ossë's] spouse is Uinen, the Lady of the Seas, whose hair lies spread through all waters under sky. All creatures she loves that live in the salt streams, and all weeds that grow there; to her mariners cry, for she can lay calm upon the waves, restraining the wildness of Ossë.

I love the wording of this, because it conjures up images of sailors caught in a tempest at sea, yelling into the storm, "Uinen, come and collect your man! He's doing the thing again!"

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

". . .and [Ossë] was pardoned and returned to his allegiance, to which he has remained faithful. For the most part; for the delight in violence has never wholly departed from him, and at times he will rage in his wilfulness without any command from Ulmo his lord. Therefore those who dwell by the sea or go up in ships may love him, but they do not trust him." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, "Valaquenta"

@ainurweek day 3 ⇢ OSSË

[ID: an edit comprised of four posters mainly in shades of grey-blue and tan.

1: Eli Yeung, a singaporean model with light skin and long dark hair sitting on a beach. He is wearing a white robe open over a grey shirt, and looks somewhat seriously past the viewer. White text in the center of the image reads "ossë" in all caps with a line underneath; below the line smaller text in a different font reads "maia of the sea" / 2: The rigging and furled sails of a small or medium-sized boat. White and blue text in the bottom right corner reads "Ossë is a vassal of Ulmo, and he is master of the seas that wash the shores of Middle-earth. He does not go in the deeps, but loves." The text is framed by a vertical white line and a large, semi-transparent quotation mark / 3: Ocean waves crashing against rocks. Same format as Image 2, but the text is located in the upper left corner, and reads "the coasts and the isles, and rejoices in the winds of Manwë; for in storm he delights, and laughs amid the roaring of the waves." / 4: A pale arm, shown out of focus, extended in front of the sea. Same format and text as Image 1 //End ID]

[boxofsairo]

Unfinished drawing of Ulmo, Uinen and Osse (on background). I planned finish this for ainur week but now I think this too late

[tanoraqui]

and then in the Fourth Age they kind of collectively have a daughter together; her name is Faliel and she's mostly Elvish but moves in, breathes, and Sings water like she was born of it, which she was.

[urwendii]

Nothing makes me laugh more than that line in the Silm where it says:

"And [Ossë] he was pardoned and returned to his allegiance, to which he remained faithful. For the most part.

Ossë: I'm no longer evil :)

Also Ossë: on even days >:]

[cilil]

Eru: Behold, children! I created the first of the Maiar!

Manwë: Oh! How cute!😍 (taps Eönwë's crib)

Eönwë: (starts chirping, full hungry baby bird mode)

Ossë: (starts violently shaking his crib while imitating storm noises)

Mairon: (signature look of superiority)

[valardynasty]

Maïa Ossë ami des Teleri.

[aromantic-angel]

Ok hear me out, crack-but-not-crack-ship for silm: maglor x ossë

Listen- they meet during maglors beach cryptid era and at first osse wants to kill him (bc he canonically dislikes the noldor because of Alqualonde) but he doesn't and ends up listening to maglor singing and feels Sympathy for the guy.

Plus I'm pretty sure it was mentioned that osse used to follow melkor but left and repented before he got too Bad. Also he's definitely killed some folks due to being the Storm Boi so he n maglor can bond over regrets and murder!

Yeah ok this started as a joke but bro I don't think it's a joke anymore-

Edit: I forgot osse has a wife orz. There's 2.5 options here: first is to ignore canon and say no uinen is not his wife, shes like his bestie or a lavender marraige or whatever. The second is Polyamory: Osse has two hands! (Extra points if uinen x maglor)

[the-dreaming-plastic-dinosaur]

Silm Ranch New Members

My chaotic gremlins : Ossë, Melian and Mairon are rooming together

As you can see, they all share one single braincell and I'm afraid they lost it while sowing seeds...

Ossë : nessie coelophisis

Melian : orchid coelophisis

Mairon : tangerine coelophisis

I FINALLY REACHED THE TRICK OR TREAT EVENT IN THE CALENDAR AND FOUND THIS BIG BOY !!!

Please meet Maedhros, the spooktacular deinocheirus !

He's very big and fancy, and also full of love (he thinks charging at me when I come to see him is funny)

Bonus : Galdor fell asleep in his food