#dark souls x reader

[linkwho1]

you’re telling me dark souls a VERY famous game BARELY has any fanfics..?? This is absolute insanity I did not simp for men in armor to only watch them from afar YOU NEED TO START WORKING THOSE IN THE FANDOM

[knihil]

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔶 𝔞 ℭ𝔞𝔭𝔯𝔞 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫.

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༒︎ CONTENT WARNING ༒︎ : noncon, grimdark world, physical violence

Tags: sub fem!reader, dom!capra demon, monster fucking, monster cock, deflowerment, penetration through clothes, slapping, mindbreak, stomach bulge, folded like a pretzel, breeding, creampie, pinned down, size difference, breast play

Two demons felled, a pair of gargoyles slain, and one Bell of Awakening rung. You never expected to make it this far on your journey, to have the makings of such an unlikely heroine. Nor did you expect for confidence to be the end of you...

Escaping the undead asylum and killing the stray demon that guarded its exit had proved to be far simpler than expected. Just the same, besting the Taurus demon on the bridge and felling the two gargoyles that stood guard over the first Bell of Awakening were tasks that were insurmountable only in your imagination. Time was beginning to prove that, in all truth, that knight from Astora who'd freed you from your cell was speaking the truth. You very well might be the Chosen Undead.

But before your fate is to be revealed, you still have one last bell to ring, one found opposite of the first. According to the words spoken to you by the crestfallen knight during your stay at Firelink Shrine, the second bell should be down, far, far below. If his dispassionate guidance is to be trusted, then the path you're set upon will culminate at the base of Blighttown. Steeling yourself for what's to come, you stand from the bonfire of the parish, abandoning the quaint respite it offered you, and make your way towards the lower section of the undead burg. Your thoughts wander to possibilities of what trials might lie in wait for you past the depths, what the path to a lost and sunless civilization might be like.

Your armored footsteps against the stone beneath are the only things that accompany your silent journey. Their staccato rhytm offers just enough white noise for you to lose yourself within your mind, your legs carrying your absentminded body past the steps that lead lower and lower. Hollows, deamons, gargoyles... You've slain all of these monstrosities with more finesse than you thought was within your abilities and while each encounter has proven to be more challenging than the last, you've never once failed to persevere towards victory.

It's almost as if some form of divine intervention is guiding you, as if the threads of fate themselves are in your favor. The thought that everything might be a stroke of luck, a string of events chained together by nothing more than mere causality enters your mind for a moment. They don't linger for long, however. Heroes are often found in the most unlikely of places, no? Who's to say you're not the one who'll manage to restore light to the darkening world of Lordran-

Clumsily, you feel yourself bump into something firm yet cloudy in texture. It snaps you from your thoughts and as you shake your head, returning to reality, you're faced by an imposing door of fog. The familiar sight proves to be confusing at first, prompting a quick turn on your heels to survey the area behind. As your eyes scan the town of the lower burg, you realize just how profoundly nestled you were within your thoughts. So much so, that it's only now that you realize you walked the entire way to the lower burg without even feeling it.

As your surprise fades, it becomes far easier to notice the dilapidated state of things in this part of the settlement. Houses have been reduced to their base structures, the wooden beams that once held the walls now as readily apparent as the bones on a malnourished dog. Speaking of which, the rotten remains of animals and people lie slumped over the rim of a well in the center of town. More corpses adorn the surrounding walls, and the stench that permeates the surrounding air serves as the final touch to complete the macabre sight.

Whatever caused this must lie beyond the fog...

For a split moment, you feel the claws of fear begin to scratch at your heart. However, they retract as soon as they tease to sink in. You recall your previous achievements and with renewed vigor, step through the murky veil that separates you from the next demon you'll slay.

Immediately, you're met by its four glowing red eyes. They examine your shorter frame from above, scanning over your form as the creature's veiny hands fist around the hilt of the two oversized cleavers it wields. He's almost entirely bare, clad in nothing more than a loincloth that's been dirtied with stains which have no doubt come from his previous victims. The rest of his muscled physique is left entirely unclothed, the verdigris skin that's stretched taught around its musculature accented by nothing more than bulging veins and a layer of grime. A huff escapes from the goat-like skull the hellspawn wears for a head and your grip instinctively tightens around your own blade.

The demon is imposing. Everything about it hints at something primal, suggesting that its true nature must be far more animal than anything you've faced thus far. Still, you find yourself surprisingly unafraid. Even as the ten foot tall butcher hunches over in preparation to leap at you, confidence is the only thing you feel. And, as the hint of a smirk begins to tug at the corner of your mouth, you realize that you're not afraid.

You are ready.

Channeling the vigor bestowed upon you by your faith in the Prophecy of the Chosen Undead, you leap forward into battle. The hellspawn matches your temper and unleashes a slash with its two cleavers, attempting to split you in two from shoulder to waist. Instinctively, you dodge the attack by a narrow margin, hoping that it will grant you enough time to deliver a riposte.

It's a maneuver that you immediately realize won't work on this fiend. His swings carry such force that the air he cleaves through sends ripples that buffet and unbalance you. You stumble backwards for a moment before regaining your footing and propping the point of your sword forward from a middle guard, hoping to keep the creature at bay as he readies his next move. Two symmetrical swings from either side, a scissor like motion that aims to sever your head clean off your shoulders. The only thing you can think of doing is to throw yourself onto the dirt beneath.

Your sloppily roll to avoid his killing blow and use the momentum to swiftly rise and turn on your heel to face him. As your vision spins around, you find that he's already closed the distance, both of his cleavers raised skyward. Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat as the sun itself is eclipsed by his towering presence. Almost paralyzed by fear, you shakily raise the flat of your blade in hopes of producing a block or a parry, anything that might save you from certain death.

Its cleavers, powered by the coiling muscles in the demon's arms drop all the way down and through your defenses. Your sword shatters along with your courage. The jagged tip of its weapons crack your breastplate in two, the force of the impact knocking the stability out of your legs. They buckle under the weight of your defeat and your eyes cast a thousand yard glance onto the fragments of steel that lay on the ground.

Before you're even afforded a moment to contemplate your defeat, to process the promise of death that looms over you, you're lifted onto the air. The shock frees you from your trance as the demon hoists you up by the back of your head. "Unhand me! Let go, demon!" You pair your words with a series of kicks and punches aimed at the butcher's torso, but they amount to nothing. You realize now why the creature is so comfortable with wearing nothing in the way of armor.

Even if you had managed to land a strike, it's almost certain that it would have barely scratched the thick hide of its muscles. You feel the familiar claws of fear sink fully into your heart as your pleading eyes lock onto his. They're nothing more than glowing orbs of primal instinct. You've never seen hellfire before, but you're sure that it must glow with the same intensity as this beast's gaze. Your silent pleas for mercy go unanswered as the creature slams you into the ground.

Your body seizes up in terror, your hands clasping around the thick forearm that pins you down. Its eyes roam over you once more and you begin to wonder why it hasn't yet killed you. It's almost as if it is toying with you, waiting for the perfect moment to-

Your heart sinks as you realize where his eyes are directed. The crack in your armor has left one of your breasts exposed to him, the supple flesh peeking through the metal like treasure through a hidden chest. Both of you freeze for a moment. Time seems to stand still as panic begins to take you over, your mind rationalizing the very real possibility that this thing might actually want your body.

The demon's response comes only in the form of his loincloth parting like a curtain to reveal his arousal. Its meat is the most imposing thing you've ever seen. A cock the same length as your forearm, colored the same sickly greyish-hue as the rest of the creature, and decorated with rippling veins that pulse in tandem with the rest of the shaft they coil around. "No... Stop, I-"

You're not even allowed to finish your pathetic plea as the demon's hands clench around the seams of the crack in your armor. You could swear he is barely exerting any force as he finishes splitting sway the obsolete remains of your cuirass. A series of hungry huffs escape from the demon as his calloused mitts palm your now exposed flesh.

You're frozen by the overwhelming feeling of being toyed with by something so much stronger than you, so invincible. Shivers of fear travel down your spine as its cracked fingernails chip against your hardened nipples, grazing and leaving red trails against the rest of your flesh. Your breath comes as a series of ragged and shallow inhales and exhales, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your eyes, meanwhile, remain locked onto his cock.

It stands proudly over your entire midsection as the creature continues to explore your tits. It's a childish hope, the thought that you might be able to keep its hungry sex away if you simply stare at it long enough. But that hope is swiftly shattered as his hands clasp around your waist and suddenly, both of your hips are in line.

Your heart races against your chest, beating against the inside of your ribcage as you tremble in fear of what's to come. You shake your head, a feeble attempt to deny the reality of what's about to occur as the head of his cock touches your still clothed sex. "Stop! Don't you dare- MMPH!"

Your wail is muffled by his hand, the demon's calloused palm caressed by your breath as he impales you with a single thrust. The seams of your pants part under the force of his hips, and your walls follow suit. You're stretched impossibly to accommodate the butcher's cock. A primal huff erupts from him, delight flowering in his chest as his brutish cock defiles your once virgin hole. Meanwhile, you writhe in a mixture of pain, shock and... Pleasure?

You're not even afforded a moment to process the conflicting emotions as the beast begins to unsheathe its phallic sword from your core. You attempt to draw a breath of relief as you find yourself being emptied, only to taste the musk from his palm. Panic takes hold of your once courageous heart, your nostrils flaring as you writhe and struggle.

The only reward your thrashing yields is the release of your mouth, followed by a firm smack across your face. It's a dizzying strike, one that leaves your vision blurry and halts your feeble attempts at resistance. Dazed, you lie limp on the ground, barely registering the feeling of the demon's meaty hands wrapping themselves around your ankles. Your bones creak as your legs are craned all the way back until your ankles are resting by your head.

You barely feel the strain of your muscles and tendons being stretched past limits you never even dared to scratch the surface of. Your mind is a fog and the only thing that breaks you free from it is the feeling of his cock slamming back into your vulnerable hole. A bellowing roar erupts from the creature as he bottoms out within you, the thrust so forceful that it knocks the wind out of your lungs.

It's awful.

No, not the degradation or the feeling of being rendered helpless so completely. It's not even the searing pain of being skewered by such a massive length that it makes you sure your stomach is bulging. It's the fact that being ruined from the inside out by this thing feels...

Good.

As the demonic wall of muscle proceeds to jackhammer his cock into your soaking wet cunt, a cry of submission drips from your now parted lips. It's a pitiful thing, a sound so indecisive that it straddles the line of both a sob and a whimper. The creature seems to respond in full, growling possessively as it locks eyes with you.

Though words are beyond its capabilities, speech isn't necessary for it to communicate its thoughts. The mixture of his crimson gaze along with every plunge of his hips tells you everything you need to know. You belong to it now. The thought of being claimed reverberates throughout your entire being, echoing around within your skull as the demon marks you from the inside out.

With every wet slap that emanates from each meeting of your hips, every whorish moan that escapes from your widening mouth, you sink ever downward into a spiral of lust driven lunacy. The feeling of your insides molding around the brute's hot cock, your cunt clenching around every vein and ridge of his breeding pole; it's enough to drive you mad. How could such a thing exist? And how is it even possible that your body is accepting, let alone enjoying the feeling of being so thoroughly defiled?

It doesn't matter in the end, not when you feel his massive cock begin to twitch and throb within you. "A-are you going t-to...?" That's all you manage to squeak out before he answers you with one final thrust. It's searing hot. Not even the warmth of Estus can compare to the primal heat of the creature's cum. It's thick and Gods, there is so, so much-

"Ghhh-AaaAaaaAAAA!"

A scream rips from your throat as you cum from the feeling of being used as nothing more than a breeding tool. The feeling of being filled by cock, by cum, the feeling of being pinned and slapped and fucked and used within an inch of your life...It proves to be too much.

Your orgasm takes you, sending tremors and jolts across your well-used form as you spray your pleasure on the demon's cock. You let go completely. Your toes clench, your body trembles and your eyes roll back into your skull until your vision is swallowed by a darkness that clouds your senses.

You go limp as small jolts course throughout your broken form, timid reminders that you're still alive, though only barely. Everything begins to numb, the veil of unconsciousness suffocating you. What will become of you now? Will the creature dispose of you? Will you become a slave to its needs? As the last whispers of wakefulness leave you, only one thing becomes certain.

You were never meant to be the Chosen Undead.

[lumierexfics]

꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷₊˚✧ ﾟ.THE BAKERY IS OPEN. ﾟ✧˚₊꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷

Hello and welcome to my bakery! It seems that the post office is opening later but I seem to have extra ingredients and you must want to create something to pass the time. Let's bake a cake for your special person! [ ORDERS TAKEN : 6 OUT OF 14 ]

︶꒦꒷ What flavor of cake would they like? ꒷꒦︶

Chocolate, Vanilla, Apple, Expresso, Raspberry, Cherry, Carrot, Strawberry, Orange, Lemon, Cinnamon, Pumpkin, Sprinkles.

︶꒦꒷ What type of frosting would they like? ꒷꒦︶

: ̗̀➛ Vanilla frosting / No AU : ̗̀➛ Salted caramel frosting / Mermaid AU : ̗̀➛ Lemon-orange frosting / Victorian AU : ̗̀➛ Strawberry frosting / Cowboy AU : ̗̀➛ Coconut frosting / Pirate AU : ̗̀➛ Peppermint frosting / Reincarnation AU : ̗̀➛ Chocolate peanut butter frosting / Time travel AU : ̗̀➛ Blackberry frosting / Slasher AU : ̗̀➛ Expresso frosting / Assassin AU : ̗̀➛ White chocolate frosting / Nobility AU

︶꒦꒷ What type of decoration will be on the cake?꒷꒦︶

: ̗̀➛ Childhood friends to lovers / Frosted Frogs : ̗̀➛ Enemies to lovers / Shredded dark chocolate : ̗̀➛ Forbidden lovers / Edible flowers : ̗̀➛ Second chance / Edible glitter : ̗̀➛ Red String of fate / Candles : ̗̀➛ Established relationship / Wedding toppers

︶꒦꒷ What type of box do you think they would like?꒷꒦︶

: ̗̀➛ Pink / Fluff : ̗̀➛Blue / Angst LIMITED EDITION : ̗̀➛ White with red hearts / Smut [ ORDERS TAKEN 0 OUT OF 3 ]

When requesting the LIMITED EDITION BOXES, please do not request anything that involves bodily fluids, anything non-consensual.

Thank you for ordering and hopefully your special someone will enjoy the cake that you made for them!

[wxnheart]

May I please request some smutty headcanons for Yuria of Londor x reader and Queen Annalise x reader? I'm not sure how you feel about writing for these girlies but I thought I'd ask ❤️

𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚

Despite her machinations, Yuria can be submissive. For the right person. She IS quite submissive once you've gained her respect. You'd be forgiven for thinking otherwise.

There's a certain... earnest hitch in her voice whenever you two converse. Once you find out that she's quite the willing servant, oh gods...

Is a fantasist through and through. The thought of you commanding her is... pleasing. Makes her feel warm and heady between her lovely thighs.

Her biggest wish is to kneel before you, suppliant, yielding to your gentle yet authoritative commands.

Yuria wants you to see the way you make her feel, thighs trembling, wet with desire, as you command, soothe, and encourage her to work herself into a frenzy with deft fingers, an ecstasy she's never felt so ardently before.

Your name falls from her lips in soft, shaky whispers. Reverent. Like a prayer. And after she comes, you taste her essence on your lips. Your gaze never wavers and her body quivers with tremendous want.

You're left wanting and soon she is singing your praises again, this time with your head between her thighs.

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞

Whereas Yuria is your willing servant, with Annalise you're subject to her every desire and whim, and you want nothing more.

She suspected early on that you're more than willing to serve her and once you confess your attraction in so many words, well... under different circumstances, perhaps she would've made you her consort but you're just as precious as her dear subject.

Knows that you want nothing more than to touch and ravish her and to hear her praises. How beautiful your desire is but alas, keep your distance. She is your Queen. Kneel.

However, she'll also play on your desire for touch as well. What is that, dearest, you're aroused? Well, what are you going to do about it? Oh... you want to show her?

Annalise will honor this request. And so you show her what she does to you, what she could do to you, what you WANT her to do to you.

How beautiful of you. How... bestial. And improper. Unbecoming. Be gone. Will dismiss you from her sight and leave you to your own pleasures. Frustrated in more ways than one, you've no choice but to honor her request. You satiate your craving as you fantasize about your Queen coming undone in your arms.

And Annalise, forever regal and resplendent, awaits your return. And this game, this push and pull, it begins anew...

[junowritings]

Masterlist ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

♡Match-ups

Twisted wonderland

♡Malleus being MC's bridesmaid for her wedding

♡Ruggie with Male!MC affected by love potion after attempted poisoning gone wrong

♡Jamil and Kalim react to MC/Yuu overblotting

♡Magical girl MC (chap 1-4 reactions)

♡Amnesiac MC/Yuu with no memory of their life before NRC (chap 1-4) + Pomefiore, Ignihyde & Diasomnia

♡Dorm leader's seeing MC/Yuu's plushie collection

♡Neige meeting MC/Yuu at VDC

♡Riddle, Floyd, Leona + Idia finding MC dancing and singing to a spanish love song

♡Dorm leaders being carried princess style

♡Dorm leaders having a crush on shy serious reader who's lively when alone or with people they trust

♡Past Vigilante!MC

♡KalimXreader - carpet ride drabble

♡AceXreader - sleepy cuddler drabble

♡MC protecting them in a fight - Ruggie+Azul+Deuce Riddle+Vil+Lilia Leona+Jamil

♡Floyd with crush who can't tell Platonic from Romantic

Baldur's Gate 3

♡Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan + Zevlor with a crush who can't tell Platonic from Romantic

♡ Romanced Astarion with goody-goody Tav who steals the potion from Araj for him

♡ Astarion, Gale, Halsin + Rolan with Tav transforming into a dragon to save them from death (Tav had no idea)

♡Raphael who is fond of a mortal that someone else claims is 'theirs'

♡Bg3 companions meeting Tav's brother

Soulsborne series

♡Solaire relationship hcs

Fictif series

♡Nicky fluff drabble

♡Sergio with a hyperactive MC

[zevexsii]

Hi!! Just found your blog and I see you write for Dark Souls! And all you write is so so good, you have such great skills! 💕 Can u do some Artorias headcanons with a female S/O? sfw and nsfw, if possible.

• She fights with a greatsword, is not as tall as him but she isn't human, is an extrovert (but not THAT extrovert), brunette and she has a cat. She also gets sick/hurt quite frequently but she doesn't really care about it. And wants to hadle everything by her own out of habit, to take care of people.

I don't know if this is useful for you but it's what I got!! Thank you so so much.

you are entirely too sweet, nonnie <3 i was running low on nsfw ideas, so i cut that section, but i appreciate your patience.

artorias x reader hcs - cut for length, no cws

artorias is an absolute jackass. he has redeeming qualities, but they're a little hard to come by. first of all, he's cocky. he's good at what he does, and he knows it. artorias hasn't survived this long because of pure luck- he works hard to stay where he is. because of his cockiness, he comes off as not only full of himself, but also full of horseshit. since he earned his station, artorias throws his weight around a fair bit. only to mess with those he outranks, but it still makes him a jerk. these qualities don't magically go away when he's interested in someone. as a matter of fact, they only get worse. artorias' incredibly thoughtful courtship attempts include inviting you to watch him spar, inviting you to watch him drink, and inviting you to his bed. what a charmer. in this relationship, you're holding the other end of the metaphorical child leash. shockingly enough, artorias is a little pathetic when it comes to direct romance. communication is going to be a bit of a struggle in the beginning, especially if you like to beat around the emotional bush. you'll never beat him at filling space with empty conversation, though. whether you're pre-established relationship or deep into a loving marriage, artorias will always pay special attention to you out of a group. he'll find a way to make something as simple as a compliment into a tirade. your unwillingness to let your body recover from illesses and injuries frustrates artorias to no end. of course he expected something would happen to you if he wasn't around- that's just how far his head is stuck up his own ass. it doesn't matter that you're inhuman, either. all of artorias' bratty behavior is rooted in the fear that one day, inevitably, he will lose everything. his only coping method is to get better; stronger, faster, smarter. you name it, artorias will have trained in it. of course, none of that will save him, but it's worth a try, right? artorias really tried to get along with your cat, he swears up and down he did. your cat, on the other hand, hates his guts. there was not a mutual attempt. artorias is also very allergic to your feline friend, but he'll try his absolute hardest to hide it. turns out, artorias isn't great at stifling sneezes or pretending not to have a runny nose. go figure.

[wintrsss]

.ೃ࿐ INTRODUCTION

this is a redo my rules/ intro, so if this seems similar, that's why. lots has changed so feel free to reread. ^^

Helloo, I’m wintrsss, and welcome to my blog! I’ll be writing my own little ideas/scenarios for the character’s below, but if you’d like to personally request something, go ahead and request it through my ask box! (Requests are also really appreciated.)

Constructive criticism is much obliged! Let me know if there’s anything I can improve on and I’ll try my hardest to do so!

If at any time something I make contains spoilers, I will try to mark it as such.

I tend to get busy for random periods of time, so please understand.

.ೃ࿐ REQUEST GUIDELINES

what's stated below can be subject to change. if you have any questions, let me know!

(TMTL: too many to list. I'll probably accept most characters requested, if it's not an absurd amount, but don't be surprised if I don't write for someone!)

(Inc. dlc: includes characters in the DLC(s) of the game. Npc's, bosses, etc)

(+: this means that the person mentioned before and after this sign go hand in hand; character x reader x character)

I CURRENTLY WRITE FOR— death stranding (sam p. bridges, higgs monaghan, cliff unger), dark souls 1-3 (TMTL, Inc. dlc), elden ring (TMTL, Inc. dlc), bloodborne (TMTL, Inc. dlc), lies of p (pinocchio, alidoro, romeo), demons souls (ostrava, yurt, garl vinland + maiden astraea), sekiro: shadows die twice (wolf, genichiro, isshin, emma, owl), witch hat atelier (qifrey, olruggio, easthies, beldaruit, utowin, hieheart)

I WILL ACCEPT— headcanons, fluff, yandere, poly.

I WONT ACCEPT— character x character, character x oc, minor x adult, full-on fics, mental illnesses/ disorders towards the reader (I don’t have much knowledge on this topic and don’t want to write them wrong and offend anyone!), any vague requests like (can you do [character] x reader hcs?) so please be specific on what you want!

.ೃ࿐ MASTERLISTS

—death stranding

[cryptidpvppy]

no one gets it but... he was my childhood crush and theres no content for him. NONE.

[iguessigotta]

lorian 19

Intimate Moments prompts #19 - reassuring touches check my pinned post for available characters i hope headcanons are ok! i realized while writing this that my Lorian and Reader are like mirrors of each other. i'd love to play around with that some more

your (much smaller) hands on either side of his face

his (much larger) hand engulfing your hip

when you unconsciously scoot towards him in your sleep

when he curls himself tighter around your body, careful not to wake you

leaning your full weight against his side

him leaning a fraction of his weight against you in response

your hands combing through his hair, his head resting heavy in your lap

when he wakes up - he wasn't aware he fell asleep - to you tucking flowers into the intricate mass of braids you'd done while he'd slept

when he scoops you off the floor, pulling you into his arms and laughing at your surprised yelp before you melt into him

[multifandomhellhole]

What was the gwyndolin fanfiction you lost?? I know a few sites to try and find old fanfictions :v

Uh so like i said it was NSFW so bare with me here but I'll try and summarize it

So essentially reader is a knight devoted to Gwyndolin and they slowly win over his favor through time of battles in which at some point they are told to go bathe in a healing bath to clean up their wounds and remove fatigue. In This bath they start m*sturbating and obviously gwyndolin can read minds so he basically shows up. Instead of being killed gwyndolin does a one time thing of helping us with his snakes turned into tentacles. After he helps us then it's back to normal but for a whole week that's all we can think about in the fic. Literally that's all I got for memory 😭😭 BIT IT WAS SUPER CHARACTER ACCURATE

[lxvvie]

And last but not least, Yuria, please? No rush on any of these!

headcanon about a sexcapade they may have had

Mm. Let's just say that, like her sister, she hasn't been privy to a memorable experience.

write about how they flirt (if they even do)

Yuria is not much of a flirter, though if you count submissiveness as flirting, then... 👀

what turns them on?

Power. Not for power's sake, but the representation of her beliefs, best reflected in the Ashen One, spurs her attraction.

what kind of kisser are they?

If she were to kiss, it is light and teasing. Demure? Fleeting, perhaps?

any other random nsfw headcanon that comes to mind.

Oh, without a doubt, Yuria is a voyeur.

[terrablerequests]

New request blog!

For X-Reader prompts

I'm completely new to writing Xreader so whatever character I'm writing for you is going to sound a little OOC. I do however plan to make up for this by being open to writing anything. ANYTHING!

There is only one person writing for this blog and I am only doing it for fun, requests will take time since I will only write in my free time so be patient.

Primarily reader x character but I am willing to do character x character for certain series. You can also request multiple characters from different series in the same ask.

I will ALWAYS be receiving asks.

Dm if you are unsure about your ask.

Here is what I write for:

Pocky and Rocky (ANY CHARACTER/ENEMY/NPC): #POCKY_POST

Paladins: champions of the realm (champions only, no skins for the time being.): #PALA_POST

Dark souls 1,2,3 (ANY CHARACTER/ENEMY/NPC):

Elden ring (ANY CHARACTER/ENEMY/BOSS):

One step from eden (ANY CHARACTER/ENEMY/NPC): #OSFE_POST

Team fortress 2 (mercs and enemies only): #TF2_POST

Touhou (Anyone including pc98): #2HU_POST

Slay the spire (ANY CHARACTER/ENEMY/BOSS):

Code vein (ANY CHARACTER/ENEMY/BOSS): #VEIN_POST

Fire Emblem (Engage, more to come later): #EMBLEM_POST

Will add more later.

Here's how I'll write them:

Headcannons

One-shot (will add this after i do a few requests and get comfortable enough with writing.)

Here's the setups for requests:

SFW

AUs and scenarios (such as Yandere!character)

Platonic asks are allowed.

NSFW

Smut

Basic fetish content

[speed-world]

Hey, I got this idea from watching some Dark Souls lore videos, so can I request a HC of beast cookies being beaten by a chosen Undead reader.

Plot: when the Beast cookies went on a rampage The Witches knew they had to stop them but the cookie were too powerful to do so so they decided to work together to bake a new cookie, a cookie that can weaken them to a point that they can be in prison, a cookie that can come back from the dead as much as possible until the deed is done, they call them the Chosen Undead Cookie

Sworn Purpose

The Five Beasts. The primordial Cookies created by the Witches as emissaries of the Godly Creators; that fell from grace due to their Absolute power corrupting them completely. The Witches couldn’t bear to see their creations promised as saviors turned apostles of evil, and so they punished the Beasts by sealing them away in Beast-Yeast. At least…that was what should have happened.

The Beasts rebelled, refusing to go quiet into the night. They broke free from their shackles and dominated the lands of Beast-Yeast without challenge. The Witches refused to give up however, and would go deeply into a period of heavy trials and error in baking something …greater. They combined their magic to create a Cookie that could complete the task they failed too. A Cookie that would never rest until they sealed these Beasts, even if the Cookie was crumbled. A Cookie that will rise and rise again, as if freshly baked out of the oven, to complete their assigned life purpose. As the Witches spent numerous days and nights creating this Cookie, they’d mix so many flavors into to them that the Cookie was ultimately nameless to the Witches. When finally completed, passerby Cookies knew them only by a couple of names: Y/N Cookie, or their more known, and more appropriate moniker…Chosen Undead Cookie.

It was never easy completing your task, but you never once questioned it or the Witches. They told you all the features and names of the Beasts, that you must do whatever it takes to seal them away, and you followed as such.

During your first attempt, you could barely make a move against a jester before being crumbled in a mess of crumbs and jam. The last thing you heard was the jester laughing before you reawakened in a different location.

One of the many blessings you had received from the Witches was that you could communicate with and hear them. You could hear some the Witches applaud you for your efforts, and others express their apologies for what you must suffer through. It didn’t faze you though, you had a God-given purpose, and you’d curse at yourself if you never finished it. Maybe one day…you could live a fairly normal life, but it won’t happen until your job is done.

“Oh~? Pfffttt AHAHAHAHAHA~~!! Oh this is priceless, you’re still kicking huh? I mean, what attempt is this, number….59? 100? Isn’t this tiring to you buddy~?”

“Silence, jester. I am not tired, not one bit. I have been assigned this duty by the Witches, and I refuse to stop until you Beasts are sealed away…”

You stared at him with the same neutral yet angry expression that you almost always have. He upsets you, just as the other Beasts. And, like him, they will be sealed by your hand sooner or later.

“Really now…? How many times have you said that? And yet the result is still the same! I’ll give you credit though, you’re getting closer each time!! But all that means is that I’m improving myself to make sure you continue to be the failure you are!!”

“Am I the failure, Shadow Milk Cookie? You were meant to be a savior, a hero to all Cookiekind until the end of days, but you failed at your duty. Don’t tell me, are you jealous that I’m favored and know how to follow simple instruction? Does it upset you that I’m succeeding in the role you failed to fulfill?”

“Tch…didja learn to talk all smart while you were in between the states of dying and living? Those Witches can BURN IN THE OVEN, AND YOU’LL JOIN THEM YOU MISERABLE PUPPET!!!”

“….I’m assuming you’re done wasting your breath away now? I’m glad you’ll be the first I seal, your voice annoys me…”

You readied yourself again for the umpteenth time, and stared holes into Shadow Milk Cookie. “You are the miserable one here, jester…” You muttered to yourself, before clashing with the jester once more.

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The cold steps of the Ivory Pagoda are all too familiar for you now. The aroma of the incense, the reflective gold of the tiles, all of it was practically burned in your memory as you approached the Master of the Ivory Pagoda yet again. Of course, you couldn’t meet the Master without seeing the guardian of Ivory Pagoda as well.

“Oh, Master, look who’s back again~! You must really enjoy witnessing the truth that my Master has to show the world! At this point, you’re the most frequent visitor here to the pagoda, maybe you’d want to stay here for the rest of your life~? It’s not like your immortality is doing you any favors being the Witches’s pawn~…”

You ignored the mocking comments of Cloud Haetae Cookie. They’re not what you’re here for anyways, so they can berate you all they want, it won’t take your attention away from your mission. You walked past the haetae and stared up at the Beast, who didn’t even open her eyes to you.

“One day, you will come to see how pointless your mission truly is. Again and again, you challenge my truth and power, and again and again, you fail to understand that you’ll never succeed…”

“That is where your arrogance has mislead you, Mystic Flour Cookie. You insist on yourself so much that you fail to grasp the reality around you. More and more, I grow resistant to your power, and I keep parts of my flavor in spite of being turned to flour. One day, you will come to realize that the madness you speak of will never be heard as you’ll spend your days sealed away as you deserve.”

Mystic Flour Cookie doesn’t bother responding to you. She only waves her hand, uttering the phrase you’ve heard numerous times now: “Return to Flour…”. Your words were true: you were still maintaining your flavor and everything else about you, and only small crumbs were being taken away, albeit incredibly slowly. Then you lounged at her, slashing at her with your blade….and you cut her. Jam leaked out of her thigh from the gash you made. Although your magic and control over the chains and Witch’s fork specialized for sealing the Beasts weren’t strong enough yet, you were making fast progress.

Cloud Haetae Cookie was shocked, but Mystic Flour appeared unfazed as usual. But one thing was abundantly clear, you were improving. Even if you didn’t seal her during this time, you would overcome her powers and seal her away, even if you were crumbled to flour in the process. Mystic Flour will be sealed, just like the other Beasts, and you’ll rise and rise again until your deed is done and all of the Beasts are sealed away.

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Hellish blazing embers and the ruins of forests are the most recognizable sight you know. Whenever you hear the fires crackling, you know that you’re close to Burning Spice Cookie. Burning Spice stares daggers into you just as you stare a hole back.

“You again, eh? How many times are we going to do the same song and dance until you’ve crumbled for good? Those damned Witches must have spent days, perhaps weeks trying to perfect a herald to defeat us, and your failure of an existence is all they have to show for their efforts. It would be funny, if it weren’t so sad and true…”

“I’ll keep coming back as many times as needed until you—“

“Yeah yeah, until us Beasts are sealed away. You’re a broken record at this point, and it’s really beginning to annoy the Hell out of me…. Then again, you do have your uses for being a toy, free for me to play with and break whenever I feel like it. So c’mon, let’s not waste words and entertain me, Chosen fool~…”

You smirked at Burning Spice; at least you two could agree on something, that being words are useless at this point. You steeled yourself and gripped your sword tightly, and Burning Spice did the same with that giant axe in hand. All you need to do is seal away Burning Spice, and even if you crumbled in the process, it will be done.

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The skies were an incredibly dark shade of pink, and you’ve slowly grown to hate it when the skies were like this. Mainly because you knew who it was that was around, and Witches did Eternal Sugar Cookie, wielding the power of Sloth, utterly piss you off.

All Eternal Sugar did was yawn on top of the cloud she rested on, and looked at you haphazardly with her hand resting on her cheek*

*Yaaaaaaawwwwnn* “Ahh, who’re you again? You always come here for ah…some mission from the Witch’s I think? Can’t you bother anyone else with your nonsense, I have a lot of better things to do than waste my precious energy on you agaaaaiinn…”

The tone in Eternal Sugar’s voice and manner is what really bothered you the most. Although it was fitting of the Sloth power she held, she just couldn’t care less about you or whatever inhumane actions she did to others. Granted, you weren’t much for words yourself, the most you talk is when dealing with the annoyance is Shadow Milk Cookie, so at least with Eternal Sugar you can get right to the point without any hesitation.

“At least you know what I’m here for, Beast…I’ll gladly make sure you’ve suffered in the last moments of your recreation…”

“Mhmmm, sure thing. Just hurry up and crumble already so you can bother someone else when you resurrect, please~….

Without waiting anymore, you charged at the lackadaisical Beast. Thankfully, the more you do this the more stronger and better you’re getting. Because the sooner you seal away Eternal Sugar, the better. Not just for the Witch’s and Cookiekind, but for the sake of your own mind.

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The eerie silence of the area you stepped into would be enough to scare any being beyond belief. It was dark, quiet, perfectly becoming the scene any scared children would have when fearing the dark. Only this was no dream, is was the brutal reality of a vicious Beast that you could never seem to get an upper hand against.

Silent Salt Cookie was just standing there, sword in hand as always. Out of all the Beasts, Silent Salt doesn’t do anything else now except wait for you. Silent Salt knows of your ability to keep coming back to life after dying and knew sooner or later you’d be back.

The quietness from you and Silent Salt was loud and easy to understand. You weren’t much for words yourself, no need to start now with a quiet Cookie. You both knew each other well enough, understanding the other’s goal in mind as you both nodded and readied your swords yet again. The area soon became loud with the sounds of clashing swords in a struggle of life and death.

Until your mission is fulfilled, until the Beasts are sealed away and no longer a threat to Cookiekind, then you will be raised from the dead. Retaining your mixture of flavors, knowledge and power, and using all of them against the foul Beasts that defiled their roles as promised saviors. Until the deed is done…

[lumierexfics]

-> Valentine's Day event

[wxnheart]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬����𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

Dragonslayer Ornstein whose poise and intimidating nature masks a rather... submissive side.

Dragonslayer Ornstein who keeps mum about the dynamics of your relationship and would rather the rest of Anor Londo make assumptions. And assumptions they make.

Dragonslayer Ornstein who, thanks to you, has found out that he quite likes it when you take control and... and you command him. Oh gods...

Dragonslayer Ornstein who is the picture of corrupted delight as your every caress turns him into a needy whore. Gods he needed this. It took the stress off an otherwise demanding job.

Dragonslayer Ornstein who loves it when you frustrate him by making him beg. You've been edging him for the better part of about ten minutes now and the fun hasn't even started yet.

Dragonslayer Ornstein who is so beautiful in his wanting. He thinks it so unseemly and unbecoming of his status when he becomes lost in the pleasure, eyes hazy and whimpers and groans falling from his lips. Duties and status be damned but you'll do everything in your power to draw more pleasure from him.

Dragonslayer Ornstein who bites his lip to keep from screaming (and letting all of Anor Londo hear him) as you grasp his hair and keep him in place as you savagely fuck him. He didn't know he enjoyed your ministrations until he buried his head between your legs and you rode your orgasm out on his face.

Dragonslayer Ornstein who whimpers when you grab his head and make him look at you as he's about to cum. And he's such a good obedient knight for you. You always make him come hard.

Dragonslayer Ornstein who yearns for more even as he's spent and overstimulated and you indulge him. You indulge him every time.

Just Dragonslaying things...

[zevexsii]

Can you do some relationship headcanons for Artorias and Solaire, particularly with a reader who is shorter than them?

thank u for requesting dark souls anon i'm forever in your debt

artorias + solaire x short reader g/n (separately)

artorias

a nuisance about it

definitely stacks things too high so you ask him to bring them down for you (you have a stepstool, his plans never work)

treats you kind of like a small angry dog?? i hate that analogy b/c small dogs are always treated like bad dogs even though they're never treated right, but artorias understands the nuance behind that and only makes fun of you in a joking way

if you're super smaller than him he worries a little (a lot) about you being able to defend yourself, but he has the brains to worry quietly. otherwise, he knows you could whoop his ass very easily.

will go to extra length if you have an outfit that you really like but doesn't quite fit your measurements. if you're the type that doesn't know how to take kindness in stride, artiorias will have it done without telling you. is a little shit about it though if you try on the clothing after it was tailored.

"wow, you finally hit your growth spurt."

"asshole."

"sorry."

solaire

much kinder about your stature

"hello friend :D" (he is looking down at you)

instead of getting you a stepstool like a normal person or grabbing the tall item for you, he lifts you up.

if y'all do a bit of wandering, he always asks if you want a boost.

solaire thinks it's cute when you wear his clothes (they're yours now and he's never asking for them back again)

has thought about using your head as an armrest but in the most well-meaning way possible. incapable of height-based malice.

immediately backs off if you're uncomfortable with any height jokes.

Really, Really enjoys it if you pull him down by his tunic for a kiss. Absolutely in love with you.

sorry these are short bestie (no pun intended) i've been sick and i'm trying to recuperate lol