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defmaybe · 1 month ago

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Sparks

12 Days of Christmas: Day 3, December 27th, 2024

tripleS’ Kim Yooyeon x Male Reader

4.2k words

Christmas Masterlist

A/N: Some gaming reference.

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You couldn’t care less about Kim Yooyeon.

But she won’t seem to let you out of her sight.

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It’s Christmas Eve. Taylor Swift’s Sparks Fly blares around the house. A bunch of drunk college students are surrounding you, as you’re playing Balatro on your phone, trying to beat the gold stake, the top one. A cup of beer sits by your side.

Your friends are out there trying to win a woman’s heart with their charms, with the help of alcohol and such. You couldn’t care less. You already have video games as your companion. It’s always like this: you’re always on your phone at social gatherings, talking to nobody.

What’s the damn point of coming here, then?

“Hey.”

A voice shakes you. You look up from your phone to find Kim Yooyeon in her Christmas costume—a strapless red and white dress. She looks good, but that’s not enough to pull you out of this damn fun card game.

“Hey, Yooyeon,” you greet her, before going back to hitting another flush on your phone. What is she even doing here?

“How are you?” She takes a seat beside you, one leg on top of the other. It’s revealing, but you’re not giving to it.

With eyes still focused on your phone, you answer her, “I’m good, thanks.”

You hear her sigh, and you realize that you forgot to ask her back. How rude of you!

“How are you, Yooyeon?” you ask her without pouring much care into it. She lets out a short exhale, amused by your nonchalance.

“Pretty good. Just finished my finals this afternoon,” she replies, leaning closer towards you to see what you’re playing. You can see that her dress is slightly revealing. “Ooh, Balatro~”

You let out a chuckle. What’s the possibility of someone like her playing the same game as you?

“Yeah, you play it?” you say, eyes still focusing on the screen.

“From time to time, yeah,” she answers. Her voice is calm, unfazed by the loud music.

You have never gotten the appeal of Kim Yooyeon to the other people around you. Not that you don’t appreciate her, it’s just that you couldn’t care less about this woman. She’s an activity student, taking part in the school band and playing football. She’s damn good as a left winger, according to the other guys. Her duty is cutting inside and scoring or–what’s the word?

Assisting.

You’ve never watched a single game.

You, on the other hand, are a full-time gamer. You stay in your room almost all the time, immersing yourself in the gaming world. You’ve played it all: Elden Ring, Slay the Spire, both parts of The Last of Us, and now Balatro. Talking to people just isn’t your thing.

“Have fun,” she finally says, noticing the gap between you and her, and she walks away into the party, enjoying the music again.

“See ya.” Your eyes didn’t even leave the screen when you said it.

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The night rolls on. You’re frustrated at the game. You’ve died in the fourth ante for the third time in a row. Fuck! You reached the seventh ante once earlier in the night!

“Bad luck?”

Yooyeon comes back to you. You swear she looks different from an hour ago. She looks… prettier. Maybe it’s the effect of those damn alcohols. You can’t sway for now.

“Y–Yeah,”

Yooyeon then sits down on the chair beside you, one leg over the other. The view’s inviting “Wanna turn off the game and walk around?”

You shoot her a small, polite smile. “Thanks, but I’d rather be here, really.”

“It’d be fun,” Yooyeon persuades. “Might be better than keeping losing to the gold stake.”

She won’t let up, won’t she?

You let out a sigh. “I’ll go out when I’m ready, Yooyeon.”

Yooyeon chuckles. “Come see me when you’re ready~”

And you start a new run, so damn determined to beat this stake.

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Your efforts prove fruitless, as you’re getting wrecked by the bullshit boss blinds again and again. Your builds just keep getting wrecked by these fucking bosses.

“Fuck.”

New run, new run, new run.

You hear a small giggle from the back. It’s Yooyeon, again.

“Ready to head out?” asks Yooyeon, thumb pointing towards the partygoers hollering behind her.

You groan in displeasure, frustrated by your defeat. You finally have to accept her invitation.

“Sure.”

You get up from your chair despondently. “Lead the way, Miss Kim.”

She lets out a childish giggle. “Alright, we’ll go to the kitchen. I have something for you~”

What could it be?

Yooyeon then leads you to the kitchen, sauntering. Her hips are swaying seductively. Her red and white Christmas costume is hugging her curves a little too well, and you wish you could just tear it off and start eating–

Where did that come from? Control yourself!

You walk through the murmuring crowd. Some of them are whispering to each other. They’re probably wondering what could’ve a star winger been doing with a nobody like you. You’re a bit tense by the onlookers. But with Yooyeon in front of you, it feels–weirdly calming.

You two finally reach the kitchen. She opens the fridge door, bending down to grab an egg. Her meaty thighs are all there for you to see. Her butt makes a slight contact with your crotch gently. Your breath hitches a little, but you can’t let her know she affects you.

Against the counter, she breaks the egg. She drizzles the white part of it out into the sink, leaving the yolk intact. It hasn’t broken yet.

What is she going to do with it?

She then chugs the yolk into her mouth. Your breath hitches slightly. Does every athlete have this crazy diet?

She turns back towards you. The yolk is still inside her mouth. She’s walking to you, swaying her hips, balancing the yellow blob with her tongue. Fuck, what an image.

“Y–Yooyeo–”

She grabs onto your face with both of her hands, pulling your face closer to hers, pressing you down, making your knees bent. You get a scent of her intoxicating perfume. She smells so good. Her thumbs push your mouth open, before she passes the yellow yolk into your mouth, intact. Your heartbeat speeds up. Your breathing quickens. Your hands tremble. You are everything but sure of what is happening.

Fuck.

You stare nervously into Yooyeon’s eyes, who seem satisfied with her result, making you a shaking mess with a yolk inside your mouth. She’s smirking. She’s rejoicing in this. Her hands are still gripping on your face tightly.

The yellow substance rests on your tongue idly. It tastes so fucking weird, but you can’t just spit it out so damn easily. You’re trying your best not to break it, but it’s fucking hard when you’re a shaking mess like this. You stutter out moans and moans with it inside.

You slowly stand up straight, slightly towering over her again. Although, with the smirk she’s having on her face, and the grip she has on your face, she’s holding the upper hand here.

She then opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue slightly, signaling you to pass the yolk back into her cavern. You close your eyes as you do so, letting out a shaky hum. It drifts from your mouth to hers. The earthy taste of it lingers—raw, pungent.

Yooyeon lets out a giggle with the golden blob in her mouth. It’s opening slightly. Her right hand lands on your back, forming an embrace, drawing stuttered whimpers out of you.

You’re lost in the sensation of her touches. Her left hand caresses your cheeks, even plunging her salty thumb into your mouth. You suck on her finger like some common whore. Her right hand travels under your belt. She’s grabbing your bulge softly. It feels so good.

Again, she then forces your mouth open with her fingers, before carefully lodging the yolk into your mouth. You try to receive it gently. You’re doing your best not to break it, but it’s hard when you’re under Yooyeon’s spell like this.

She plays with the tent in your pants eagerly, doing her best to make you lose control. She smiles wickedly before unzipping your pants, giving her a hole to play with your boxers. God, you feel like a toy for her, and that feels utterly divine.

You can feel that it’s starting to grow runny within your mouth. It’s going to break, but you can’t just let it happen! Yooyeon, please open your gorgeous mouth!

Like a saving grace, Yooyeon parts her lips slightly again. Shaken, you pass the amber blob back into her cavern. She accepts it with a hum, still caressing your caged cock eagerly. She lets out a satisfied hum in response to the yolk within her mouth.

You watch as the golden yolk rests on her tongue. The image is nothing short of outlandishly vulgar—every twist of her tongue, every squeeze of her hand. She’s so good at this.

She decides to toy with you a little more, inserting her slender fingers into your mouth. You accept them gleefully, so fucking ready to suck on her fingers like a bitch. You feel so good, so joyful, being her little man-whore like this. You’re so ready to be used by her like a personal fucktoy.

Her right hand digs under your boxers. She’s grabbing your cock now! And she’s fondling your balls like she owns it (she owns it). Her dexterous fingers are making you want to moan like a bitch. You let out an uncontained whimper at her touch into her fingers, looking weakly into her eyes. She has all the power over you now, and you can do nothing about it but to let her use you.

Again, she pries your mouth open with her fingers, opening hers along with yours. The yolk becomes visible again. Your turn.

She deliberately tilts her head down as you lower your knees to level yourself. The golden blob rests on her lips before it slides into your mouth.

A soft cry leaves you as the egg finds its place on your tongue. The sensation is unreal—the pungent taste of the amber ball, her fondling on your cock. You can cum right here and now, coating her right hand with your white, viscous nectar.

You slowly straighten yourself, towering over her once again. The power she’s holding over you remains. Both you and her know that she’s in control here. Her eyes bore straight into yours, making your legs shaking with anxiety.

There’s a hint of strawberries on her lips. She’s barely touching you on the mouth. Her breathing stays steady, as if she’s not at all affected by this. Her right hand is still squeezing your testicles in a consistent rhythm, enough to keep you stay obedient under her.

The egg enters your welcoming mouth. It feels so fragile inside you, and you’re struggling to control it. You feel weak. You panic. Your body trembles in anxiety. Is it going to–

The yolk breaks.

It explodes inside your mouth. Yellow liquid leaks out of its thin shell. The earthy, pungent taste fills your mouth, and you hear Yooyeon giggle, still groping your cock. Your eyes flutter at the overwhelming sensation. It feels so–full. Your head falls backwards, and the yolk leaks out of your parted lips, leaving a yellow trail in its wake on your face, on your shirt, and on your pants.

“Slut.”

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The baby blue bedroom is barely lit. There’s a Bringing Out the Dead poster on the wall to your right. The owner probably likes Scorsese, you guess. There are Carly Rae Jepsen vinyls displayed on the shelf on your left—Emotion, Dedication, The Loneliest Time. God, the owner has some taste! The room smells of spring. It was taken care of well.

You lie on the soft bed, pliant, as Yooyeon presses you down with her entire body weight strongly, kissing you. Her legs are straddling your thighs, capturing you in place. You have no escape, but it’s like you’d do a thing right now. Yooyeon captures your lips in a fervent kiss. Her tongue pierces into your mouth hungrily, letting out a content hum as she does so. The taste of the yolk and alcohol still lingers in her breath.

Her hands find themselves on your face, holding you in place for the kiss. Her hips grind on your crotch in an erratic rhythm, and that makes you moan. She feels so damn good on your cock. You’re struggling to thrust up towards her still-clothed cunt. You feel so restrained like this.

She then pulls back, panting, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips for a split second before it is torn off by the distance. Her hands move down to your flat chest.

“Nasty little slut,” Yooyeon sneers.

You let out a submissive whimper at the demeaning name. This feels great–her hands on your chest, her heat on your crotch, her vulgar words piercing your ear.

“Playing so damn hard to get, aren’t you?” Yooyeon continues. Her grinding grows harsher, making you stutter out whimpers. “Tell me I didn’t get this abs just for you to ignore me in the hallways.”

Her garment is pulled up, showing her firm muscles underneath. Your mouth opens wide in awe. She looks damn delicious. Jokes on you for not looking at her midriff when she wears those alluring crop-tops. You reach out to touch her, feeling the contour of her abs. She groans in satisfaction.

“Fucking whore.” Yooyeon laughs wickedly. Her head falls backward in ecstasy as she ups the ante on your crotch. Your body writhes in unbridled pleasure.

“Oh, I haven’t finished The Last of Us. I’m stuck at Radahn. I’m close to winning Ascension Twenty,” she mocks you. Her assaults on you are violent. You whimper again. What a slut.

“And now you’re touching my abs like some whore,” she scoffs. Her words are searing through you, but your arousal only heightens with the demeaning words. Her breathing seems to quicken with your touch.

Your mind can’t register anything around you anymore, so lost in the haze of her conquest and her degrading words over your body. You’re so lost that you don’t notice her hands unbuttoning your shirt, slowly revealing your out-of-shape body—should’ve hit the gym more often.

In a quick motion, she continues stripping off your body. She pulls your pants down to your ankles as she scoots slightly backwards on the bed. Your erection is visible under the boxers.

“Haven’t been using him a lot, have you?” she asks with an evil grin, fondling your cock gently.

“I–I’ve–ngh–had sex b–before, Yooyeon,” you stammer.

“Slut.”

She then slips your boxers down. Your cock springs free from its fabric cage. Her eyes sparkle with wonder. She loves your cock, and she just can’t wait to impale herself with it.

Hastily, she takes off her gorgeous red-and-white top. What a waste. She looks so pretty in it, but that thought is immediately replaced by the view of her toned body. You stare at her in awe. Her pert breasts are on full display, brown nipples already erect, just for you to–

“Mmm, suck on my tits like that, bitch.” Her words spur you on. You keep tasting her nipples like your life depends on it. You keep alternating your mouth between both sides, kneading the other with your free hand. Her aroma is an aphrodisiac to you—pungent, raw—and that only makes you grow more ferocious under her.

Feeling fulfilled with your sucking, Yooyeon pushes you onto the bed with a thud upon landing. You groan in the absence of her breasts inside your mouth.

“This is the part where you’ll be fucking my cunt,” Yooyeon orders, as she stands up on the bed, taking her panties off. The sight is nothing short of perfectly depraved. Her frame looks even more appetizing towering over you, but sadly (or not), you’re not the one in control here.

Her undergarment comes off easily, and now she’s holding it. She’s looking at it, contemplating, before a light bulb in her head is switched on.

“You want this?” she asks, lowering her panties close to your nose. You can smell the raw aroma of her cunt. It’s so hypnotic.

You nod sheepishly, and she grins wickedly before pressing the cloth onto your nose. Your air becomes the bewitching scent of her pussy. Your inhales grow deeper, wanting to take in all of her smell. She’s musky. She’s tart. She’s making your brain go haywire.

You hear her laugh mischievously. Her eyes are darkened with pure desire. You couldn’t have asked for a better situation to be in right now.

“Keep it on your nose while I ride this cock,” Yooyeon orders sternly. You nod, her panties still on your face.

She then slowly lowers herself. You feel her wet heat hovering above your throbbing manhood. Her red and white skirt covers the nice view, but you’d argue that it’s hotter this way, with her panties on your nose also and all. Your breathing grows even more erratic. So does hers. Her hands find purchase on your chest, almost drawing blood from you. It hurts, but you couldn’t give less fuck about it.

The first contact between your cock and her cunt makes you two form a cacophony with your moans. She welcomes you with such tightness that makes your eyes flutter in ecstasy, while your size stretches her cunt out so wide that she moans.

“Goddamn–shit! You’re so fucking big!” she shouts, eyes looking into the ceiling. Someone is going to hear that, even with these thick walls.

She goes even deeper on your cock. You two groan in pure bliss as she impales her cunt with you. Pleasure shocks through you like electricity. The sensation that’s hugging around your cock is just so unreal. Her eyes point towards the ceiling. She’s really enjoying this.

“You feel so much better than my dildo, holy fuck!” Her words only serve to heighten your arousal, making your body quiver even more, as she sinks down on your cock. She’s going to reach the hilt.

And you feel it, her warm ass touching your balls. She’s at the hilt. You’re fully inside her. Her eyes flutter. Her body spasms. Her moans stutter.

“F–F–Fuck, goddd,” cries Yooyeon. She’s loving your cock. She stays there, savoring every second of your cock inside her entrance. She’s sitting on your lap.

“Y–You know, I’ve been waiting on this day for so f–fucking long,” she says, still gripping on your chest tightly. Her face flushes. “I’ve been doing a lot to make you look, you know?”

“Well, I’m look–”

Yooyeon cuts your train of words with a finger inside your mouth, silencing you. You know what to do: sucking on it like a whore.

“Should’ve known that all it takes for you is an egg.” She lets out a chuckle. “Slut.”

You say nothing, just smiling with joy, not resisting her finger inside your mouth. The sensation pooling in your crotch is burning.

She slowly lifts herself off your cock, the feeling tells, despite her short skirt covering the act. Her breathing grows erratic, and so does yours. You and her cry out in pleasure, eyes fluttering. It feels so good.

And she impales her cunt again. The two of you groan deeply in pleasure. Her thighs ripple against yours.

“Mmm, yesss,” Yooyeon moans.

She finds her rhythm, lifting off of you, slamming her hips back down, and repeats. Your whole body feels electric, welcomed by her tight, wet cunt that grips your cock like a vice. The feeling of the friction on your length is nothing short of ecstatic. Her panties fall off from your face to the side. Her aroma is gone, but you won’t complain.

“You goddamn slut. You love my pussy, don’t you?” Yooyeon scoffs, wrapping her hands on your throat. You can barely breathe, and it’s driving you insane. She grins, and that looks so fucking frightening, but also–hot, somehow. “Bet I’m so fucking wet and tight, gripping your cock so good.”

You can only nod sheepishly to her questions, before she tightens her grip around your throat even harsher. You can’t breathe. You’re making gagging sounds. You’re so damn happy. It’s so goddamn pleasurable.

“Better breed me to make up for that time lost, understand?” she orders, and you just nod along with her words again.

She lifts her hands off your throat. It’s nice to finally get some air again. She picks up her pace on your cock. It becomes reckless now. You’re letting out guttural groans and whimpers, and she’s rejoicing in your pleasure.

Her motions become turbulent. Your cock is now sore from all the riding she’s doing. Still, you’re more than happy to let her use you like this. You’re more than happy to let her own your little ass.

She sucks a sudden, before uttering, “G–Gonna cum.”

“M–Me t–too, nghhnn.”

“Don’t you dare fucking cum before me, alright? I don’t want your cock to go soft before I squirt on this–” she then wanders her hand over your willing body, feeling every single curve and contour she can find, making you whimper “–little body of yours.”

Yooyeon giggles, before ramping up her pace. She plunges her fingers into your welcoming mouth once more, and you’re sucking them like a whore. She lets out grunts and groans, bouncing on your cock. The friction on your cock is just too pleasant. Then, there’s the smell of her body, now slick with sweat. You’re too happy to take it in. She’s pungent. Your eyes are fluttering from the overwhelming sensation.

She lets out a fair bunch of profanities, mostly calling you a slut (which you’d happily admit you are). Then, there come the signals. Her body spasms. Her walls contract. You can just feel it.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.”

“Wh–Wha–”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

She arches backwards, showing off her toned abs. A torrent of liquid sprays out of her cunt onto your stomach. Her body writhes on top of you before collapsing into your embrace. Her loud, aggressive groans fill your ear.

“Wh–What a good f–fucking cock,” she mutters with any of the energy she has left. Exhaustion catches her, but you can’t stop now. It’s your turn.

With your remaining stamina, you thrust up into her sensitive cunt. Both of your moans form a cacophony that fills the room, along with the sound of flesh slapping into each other.

“Goddd~” Yooyeon groans. You’re hammering into her with reckless abandon. Her body vibrates with each of your thrust. “I’m not letting you cum outside, slut. I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”

She then inserts her fingers into your mouth again, to which you’re happy to suck on them like you’re her slut (you’re her slut). Your hips are still pumping your cock into her.

And it comes, the impending doom, the storm. The familiar feeling is building up inside your loins. You’re going to cum inside Yooyeon!

“G–Gonna cum.”

“C–Cum inside me, cum inside me,” she orders, eyes staring into yours. She wants this. She needs this.

And you break. Your whole body quivers. Your cock shoots ropes and ropes of cum into her pussy. It twitches and twitches within her. Yooyeon bends forward to capture you in a deep kiss, piercing her dexterous tongue into your mouth. Her hands grip onto the sides of your face tightly. The lewd sound of the kiss fills your ear. Fuck, this feels so good.

The orgasm slowly dies down, though still leaving a lasting effect on your cock that’s twitching inside of her. Yooyeon pulls back from the kiss, finally. A string of saliva connecting your lips can be seen. She pants, looking up at the ceiling. Sweat runs down her face. She looks so ethereal in the afterglow.

“Fuck,” she utters, unable to catch her breath. Her breathing is still out of rhythm.

You can only smile, watching her almost naked on top of you like this. It’s a sight.

Yooyeon then collapses down against your body. Her skin is slicked from all the sweat from the fucking. You can feel her fast heartbeat on your chest. Your cock is still buried deep inside of her.

She then drags herself off of your now-flaccid cock. You groan at the sensitivity you’re feeling. She only giggles at you in response.

“Let me go to the bathroom first, and maybe, maybe, we can go for another round,” she says, before getting off the bed and sauntering towards the bathroom. She strips out of her short skirt on the way, finally giving you the view of her plump ass you’ve been craving.

It’s going to be a long night.

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mydadleft471 · 7 months ago

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A Trip Down Memory Lane

Summary: Messmer decides to surprise you in more ways than one.

Spoilers for both Elden Ring and Shadow of the Erdtree. No warnings tho, just me loving my fiery redhead.

MESSMER LOVERS COME EAT!

I finally got the courage to upload the fic I was working on! Everyone was so nice (and starving for Messmer content) so I folded lmao. Please enjoy and understand that I have never written anything like this, especially with ye olde English. It's a pain.

“I have something I wish to show thee.” Messmer’s low voice cut through the silence reverberating in his chamber.

“What is it?” You look up from patching a hole in one of his cloaks.

“I cannot say. It is a surprise.” His eye twinkled with something akin to mischief. You put down your needle and gently fold his cloak, putting it on your chair to finish later.

“A surprise for me? Are you feeling alright, My Lord?” You smile at him from where he towers above you.

“Shush. Wilt thou follow?”

“Always,” you say.

He leads you down countless flights of stairs and through the castle’s corridors. Down a hallway, you follow him as he steps into a lift that takes you to a part of the castle that is unfamiliar to you. You assumed you had explored everything by now, but it seems you were wrong. Messmer had given you permission to freely roam the castle, and you had spent a lot of time exploring the various rooms. You had gotten lost many times within the many twisting and confusing hallways, but the castle staff always led you back to your quarters.

The path from the lift leads out to a part of the castle almost entirely flooded. This seems like a place that hasn’t been occupied in many years. Some of the buildings you can see appear to be collapsing and debris litters the area. The water churns uneasily below you, as if something lurks in the depths. Taking a few steps away from the ledge, you stare out into the water that swallows surrounding buildings.

“What is it?” Messmer asks. He senses your trepidation in going any further, though you don’t think you have much to worry about with a powerful demigod at your side. Still, this place sets your nerves alight and has you on high alert.

“I’ve never seen this place before. Where are we?”

He speaks as if it’s common knowledge. “The Church District.”

“What happened here?”

He takes a second before he responds in a flat tone. “It does not matter.” Noticing your face falling slightly, he gives you a small smile. “Thy surprise is near. Come.”

You continue to follow him, your footfalls mere echoes of his much heavier ones. You wonder where he is taking you, and why he decided to surprise you. Though you have gotten much closer to him throughout your time in the Realm of Shadow, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that he wants to show you something himself. So many unanswered questions, though Messmer brings about many of those. Still, you cannot complain about how well he treats you now after you’ve earned some of his trust. You are safe within his walls, and you are welcome.

Though you wish he’d let you into his heart and mind more often, you take what you can get.

Finally, he stops in a room with a large, and complete, statue of Queen Marika. Many throughout the Realm of Shadow have been beheaded, sending icy chills through you when you first arrived, but this one is intact. The only signs of damage have been from the apparent age of the statue.

“Dost thou trust me?”

His question catches you off guard. Looking up at him, he looks vulnerable and almost uncomfortable.

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have followed if I didn’t.” You smile at him to ease his tension.

He relaxes slightly. “Of course. I will ask thee to trust me again.”

You shoot him a puzzled look. How could you trust him any more than you already have?

“Close thine eyes. I shall lead thee, hand in hand.”

The prospect of him holding your hand makes heat rush to your cheeks, but you comply. Closing your eyes, you hold out your hands, and a few seconds later, he grabs them in his much larger ones. He holds them delicately, as if you might break if he dares to squeeze your hands. His skin is surprisingly smooth and warm.

“I will ensure thou dost not fall and injure thyself..”

“I’d appreciate that.”

He chuckles at your comment, a sound so rare and pleasant you want to hear it again and again. He begins walking, gently guiding you down a hill and you soon feel sunlight on your skin. The air feels lighter and there is a pleasant smell of lavender and fresh grass in the air. You wonder where you could possibly be. You haven’t seen much greenery in the Realm of Shadow.

After a few minutes he stops and lets go of your hands. You instantly miss his warmth, but you soon feel the heat of him behind you. You keep your eyes closed out of obedience and trust; you know he would not harm you.

His hands gently find your waist and he moves you a few steps to the left. Satisfied, he lowers a hand over your eyes to ensure you will not open them prematurely.

“This place is sacred. Inviting thee here was not a spontaneous act.” His voice is a mere whisper in your ear. You can’t tell whether to be scared or excited for what he will soon allow you to see.

He moves his hand away from your eyes, but they remain closed. You will not sully his trust.

You can hear the smile in his voice. He’s pleased by your obedience.

“Open thine eyes.”

You do, and you are immediately greeted with a grassy field speckled with vibrant flowers. You’ve never seen so many in one place. You think it would take all day to identify them. Trickles of gold sit suspended in the air like shattered stained glass and the sunlight kisses your skin sweetly. Not far up a hill is a small village made up of a few wooden houses. They look old and mostly abandoned. You take in the beauty before you. Not even Leyendell was this spectacular.

“Thou’rt pleased, I take it?” His voice wavers slightly with uncertainty.

“This is a most wonderful surprise, My Lord. Thank you for bringing me here.” You look up at Messmer, whose golden eye seems to shine brighter in the sanctity of this place.

“Forget formalities here.” He sits down in the soft grass and you are soon to join him. He looks relaxed, even happy, here.

“May I ask where we are now?” You idly skim your fingertips over the silky petals of the flowers swaying in the breeze around your skirt.

“Mother’s home. Her village before she became a God.”

Your mouth hangs open in shock. It takes you a few moments to gather yourself enough to speak. “Queen Marika lived here?”

“Yes,” he answers. “Long ago.”

You wonder if Marika wanted Messmer to guard her old home, or if he does it out of love for her. You’ve seen the state of other Shamans within his infirmary, his medics working day and night to try and reverse the torture they’d went through. You knew Marika was a Shaman herself, but you’d never realized this place was originally her home. Your heart hurts for the God-Queen. Behind all her power was a girl who wanted her people safe.

You sigh, and Messmer shoots you a curious look. “This is the first time I’ve seen Marika as a person. Knowing she lived here, knowing she suffered… I understand now.”

Messmer reaches up and takes his helmet off, gently placing it to his side. “Mother desired revenge for her peoples’ suffering, and I became her instrument to do so here, in the Land of Shadow.”

“Did you want this?”

He closes his eye. “Mother has endured what a thousand people could not. I will ensure she receives her long-awaited deliverance.” He dodged the question. He does not want this, but he desires to avenge Marika.

“I know you won’t answer me truthfully, and we don’t have to talk about this anymore. But know this: you are not ‘The Impaler’ to me.”

“Thank you.” His response is so quiet you almost can’t hear it, despite being right next to him.

As promised, you change the subject. “Have you brought others here?”

He looks away and you can see a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

“I have not. The first to lay eyes on this place is thee.” He admits.

“Why?”

“I-“ he begins. “Surely thou must know thy importance to me, yes?”

The realization hits you.

This is his way of saying he loves you.

You scoot closer to him and lay your head against his arm. You feel him tense, then slowly begin to relax. One of his snakes gently perches itself on your shoulder. You smile.

“You can touch me, you know.” You reassure him. “You won’t break me.”

Silence hangs in the breeze as you wait for him to respond.

“Dost thou understand my reason for bringing thee here?”

You nod against him. “I think so.”

He moves away from you, earning himself a confused look, then he slowly grabs your hands and pulls you closer until you are comfortably sitting between his legs. You look up at him and see that his face is almost as red as his hair. He is adorable when he blushes.

You could get used to this.

“You will forgive me if I am too presumptuous. I am… not accustomed to touch, yet I want thee closer.” His soft, silky voice makes your heart melt.

“I want you closer too. It’s okay.” You cup his face with both hands, and though it’s a simple gesture, he relaxes into your touch almost immediately. His eye closes and you try to memorize the look of peace etched on his face.

“With thee, I am content.” He whispers to you.

“Then I’ll see to it that we’re never separated.”

His eye flutters open and he hazily looks down at your lips. His hand engulfs your cheek and you feel the warmth radiating from his palm.

So many have met their demise from the man sitting in front of you now, content and complacent, and that thought sends shivers down your spine.

“No man nor God could tear thee away from me. That is a promise.”

He leans forward and kisses you. His lips are soft and he pulls you closer to him and his hands are splayed possessively over your face and back. You don’t want to pull away, and you get the feeling he doesn’t want to either.

You are his as he is yours.

#messmer the impaler #messmer x tarnished #messmer the impaler x reader #messmer x reader #elden ring x reader #i love him your honor #he's so pookie

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balteus · 1 year ago

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actually re: fromsoftware politics. i do think it's very interesting that the anti-colonialist RLF, ostensibly considered the 'good guys' of the game, were initially explicitly called the communist faction. armored core always has been a series critical of oligarchies and hyper-capitalism, but it's... very interesting to see just how blatant that is in ac6 specifically

you'd think that fromsoftware would eventually drop the ball on the "the ruling class will kill you and cannibalise itself in order to stay alive" considering that they're considered elite AAA devs rn, but thinking about elden ring and ac6's narratives, they've really only gotten more obvious about it - the horrors of colonialism and genocide and the sympathy given to the rage of its victims is something that's actually insane to see, to me, from such a big studio - fromsoft doesn't even attempt to be centrist about it.

for example, the frenzy flame ending. the only thing melina can tell you to dissuade you from pursuing it, ie literally destroying the world forever, is that there's still beauty in the world, apart from the suffering the golden order had caused. at no point however is the sheer despair of the people that the flame represents villanized. if anything, it's portrayed as a self-fulfilling prophecy, it is a tragedy. the only villain is the order who slaughtered all of these people, the flame of despair is something that emerged in them as they were buried alive. and the flame isn't even intended as a revenge upon the world, it's simply a means to end the pain they feel for being subjected to this.

their grief isn't something for the player to judge, it isn't something they're forced to overcome, it's simply a physical manifestation of the reality that was forced upon them. and these people, the merchants, are still kind to us, even knowing the order that we pursue. (in fact, the true, considered best ending of elden ring, is literally just sacrificing yourself in order to achieve complete anarchism. and getting a cool wife to endure the loneliness of space along the way)

in ac6 then, ayre is so terribly forgiving towards us, knowing what we are, knowing what made us, knowing what we participate in. some of this undoubtedly is because of her narrative role, she has to be a sympathetic character. but we do get to see her rage at the end, her grief for her species being seen as nothing more than a resource to be exploited or burned fully vocalized. but the RLF is sympathetic too as resistance fighters who want their home back. the only criticism the game ever leverages towards the RLF is that they're actually not radical enough in their pursuit of freedom, and that criticism is made by a villain.

it's so... i almost want to say optimistic? other games would have tried to pull a "ooh but what if the good guys did bad things (poor attempt at moral grayness)" but no, the RLF is justified at every step of the way. idk it makes me feel things. i dont particularly want to portray fromsoftware as these bastions of political correctness or sth - they're not perfect and i don't expect that ever lmao, but it's so fucking weird that their games are this progressive and have been for a long ass time.

#armored core #armored core 6 #elden ring #fromsoftware #idk i got a little carried away

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yungistiny · 2 months ago

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Selfish Waltz ═ chapter three

[ J. YH + S. MG ]

chapter three: longing

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summary: yunho had been love with y/n since he was sixteen, not mustering up the courage to tell her until seven years later, seven years too late because his best friend just beat him to the punch.

note: reader and the boys are not kpop idols in this

warning: smut, threesome, double penetration, big dick yungi, size kink, just lots of smut

pairings: yunho x female reader, mingi x female reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, romance, polyamory

word count: 2.6k

chapter two

chapter four

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“It’s only for a week.”

Mingi was packing a couple of suitcases for his trip to New York. He had gotten a modeling opportunity for Calvin Klein. He started modeling junior year of university, a manager from Paris scouted him out while him and Yunho had been shopping in a Burberry telling Mingi he had the perfect height, build and face for magazines and a runway. Yunho had teased him about it for days before y/n had been the one to convince him to call Hugo, the manager that has now worked with him for the last three years.

Y/N sat on Mingi’s bed, she could call it their bed at this point, watching him pack through his favorite floor length mirror in his room, it always gave the perfect view of his bed. Y/N had learned quickly after they first got together why Mingi loved that mirror so much.

“Look at you,” Mingi gripped her face making y/n look at their sinful reflection in the mirror. She clenched around him when she saw themselves, Mingi holding her up against him, her back against his chest, arm wrapped around her middle while he stared back at her through the glass, eyes dark, smirk on his lips whilst pounding into her oh so deliciously from behind.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Y/N pouted up at him, reaching for his shirt to pull him towards her. Mingi laughed, shaking his head at her as she slipped her hands up to the waistband of his sweatpants. “Miss me or miss my dick?” He joked.

Y/N smirked up at him as she pulled his sweats down.

“Both.”

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Yunho groaned from his gaming chair, headphones around his neck as he had paused his game, finally able to sit down and play Elden Ring, a game that was so rudely interrupted by the lewd noises coming from Mingi’s room. Yunho had left his bedroom door open seeing as it was only 8:30 at night and he certainly was not expecting his two best friends to go at it that loudly right now.

He heard them the second he pulled his headphones off to go pee. Now he would have to walk right past Mingi’s thankfully closed door where he could hear y/n start to moan, his door being open amplifying the sounds. “Fuck.” He took his headphones completely off, sitting them down on his gaming desk and quietly walked towards his door, eyes glued to Mingi’s.

He slipped out his door and quickly froze in his tracks at the sound of y/n voice.

“You…you feel so good inside me, baby.”

He gulped completely forgetting how to move all together when he heard Mingi.

“You take me so fucking good…. fucking perfect……. pussy was made for me”

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Yunho darted down the hall to the bathroom as quickly as he could, stumbling a little through the door and lightly slamming it behind him. A shaky breath left him, knocking the back of his head against the door as he felt himself hardening in his pajama pants. FUCK! Do you know how hard it was to piss with your dick hard? And Yunho had to piss really bad. He had already been holding it for the last half hour.

“Shit” he hissed as he pulled himself out. The piss proved to be difficult but after only a splash on the tiled floor, that he was sure to clean up, he relieved himself with a sigh and hint of a moan.

Yunho decided a cold shower was a need in his predicament, thankful that the heat in the apartment was turned up high, therefore he wouldn’t exactly freeze to death. He’d hoped the two down the hall would be finished by the time he was done.

He stripped himself of his clothing, tossing them into the dirty clothes pile, they really needed to get a hamper. The shower head turned on, he sat the temperature to cool but not cold enough to leave him shaking before stepping in behind the sheer curtain.

A hiss left him, back muscles tensing as the cool water hit him. Yunho stood under the downpour of the shower head, letting it drown and soak him from head to toe. He had to get a grip. He couldn’t just keep getting turned on so easily by his best friends fucking.

He certainly couldn’t keep getting himself off to them either. His hand gripped himself, a moan coming from his parted lips. One stroke, he shuddered. Two strokes, he closed his eyes and moaned again. Three strokes, he saw her. Pictured y/n perfectly splayed out on his bed. Beautiful, naked and wanting for him.

“Sorry!”

Yunho’s movements stopped, eyes wide and quickly turning his back to the sheer curtain as y/n walked in. “Are you fucking kidding me” he hissed quietly. Why the fuck did he not lock the door? Why the fuck was she in there? Was Mingi not just ruining her in the best way down the hall? How long had he been in the shower? Shit! Thinking about them fucking had him growing harder. What is wrong with you? Yunho was losing his mind.

“Sorry” y/n apologized once again avoiding her gaze from the shower. “I just have to pee.”

Yunho sighed waiting for her to finish relieving herself before he snatched the curtain to hide himself, glaring at y/n. “Seriously?”

Y/N turned to him as she washed her hands. “I couldn’t hold it.” She apologized again, eyes catching the blurred sight of Yunho’s dick not so hidden behind the shower curtain as she dried her hands with a hand towel. She tried not to stare, she really did, and she certainly tried not to narrow her gaze to try and magically make the blur of the shower curtain disappear.

“Baby”

Mingi’s voice calling out from the living room now caused y/n to jump, avoiding her gaze. She turned around, yanking the bathroom door open, Mingi’s shirt she had thrown on getting tugged by the door knob.

Yunho clenched his jaw when the shirt rid up revealing her bare ass to him, the slight pink tint of a hand mark bared on it. He pulled back with a groan, shutting the curtain and letting the water run over him, adjusting the temperature as cold as it could get

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Mingi woke him up the next morning. Yunho sat up, eyes squinting at the sunlight pouring into his room from where forgot to close the curtains the night before. He had finished his shower and hurried back to his room where he played the game a few more hours before passing out atop his covers.

Mingi chuckled at Yunho’s disheveled hair and the way his cheeks and nose were tinted red from sleep, face a little puffy. “I’m leaving.” He studied his best friend who was still trying to wake from being awoken so suddenly. “I uh…” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as he wasn’t sure how to approach Yunho with his request. “can you please just…. keep an eye on her for me?”

Yunho stared at him. Keep an eye on her? His girlfriend? His best friend? The bane of his tired hand? “Ok.” He shrugged growing a tad anxious at being left alone with y/n for a week seeing as how she practically lived there too now.

Mingi hugged him causing a grunt to leave Yunho as he squeezed him a little. “Don’t make a move while I’m gone.” He joked as he stood to leave, Yunho glaring at his back as he laughed and retreated out the room.

Yunho fell back into his bed, closing his eyes and sighing. It was gonna be a long week. Just him alone with y/n. He started his new job Monday so there was a slight escape, something to keep him distracted. It’s not that he wanted to avoid his best friend it’s just Yunho feared what he’d do if he were alone with her for too long.

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Yunho had yet to see y/n all day seeing as how it was Saturday and Mingi had left hours ago and she was off work, he figured she was sleeping in. Jongho and Yeosang had showed up claiming they had to get out of their shared apartment with San as him and Chan had been all needy lately and were apparently being very loud. Yunho understood their annoyance well.

“I hate being single!” Jongho exclaimed as he watched Yunho and Yeosang go against each other in Mortal Kombat on the ps5. “You get it, right?” He looked at Yunho. “I bet y/n and Mingi never stop.”

Yunho clenched his jaw, hands tightening on the controller in his hand as he was determined to kill Yeosang’s Johnny Cage with his Scorpion.

“FATALITY”

“Damn” Jongho cringed as Yunho’s character split Yeosang’s character in half right as y/n walked into the room, hair disheveled and blinking sleep from her eyes. She looked at them with her lips puffy wondering when the hell Jongho and Yeosang had gotten there. “What time is it?” Her voice was scratchy from the deep throating she had given Mingi the night before, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Looks and sounds like Mingi hyung ruined you before he left.” Jongho sent her a knowing smirk, arching a brow at the deep purple and dark hickey visible on her neck. Y/N blushed, turning away from them and walking into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Yunho glared at Jongho for openly stating the obvious but his best friends sex life was not something he had brought up and never planned to acknowledge until now since the youngest member of their friend group always loved to rile them up and y/n reaction had Jongho snickering as he stood.

“Come on, noona,” Jongho followed y/n. “I bet you and Mingi keep Yunho up all the time.”

Y/N caught Yunho’s hard stare over the rim of her glass of water. It was something Mingi kept mentioning since Yunho had gotten back.

“You have to be quiet.”

“He’ll hear us, baby, you have to calm down.”

Something about that always made y/n moan louder every time. She wanted Yunho to hear them.

“Shut up Jongho.” She rolled her eyes at him as she turned back around to refill her glass.

“Yunho,” Jongho spun around not missing the lingering gaze his hyung was sending y/n. “how loud do they get?”

“Shut up Jongho.” Yunho repeated y/n, turning his eyes back onto the tv that displayed the homescreen of the game.

“What are we playing?” Y/N changed the subject, gripping her glass of water and walking to sit between Yunho and Yeosang on the couch, her thigh brushing against Yunho’s hand as she still only had on Mingi’s oversized shirt but she had been mindful to pull on a pair of his boxers too.

“Here” Yeosang handed her the controller he had. “he’s been kicking my ass for the last hour.”

“Oh,” y/n smirked when she noticed it was her copy of Mortal Kombat they had been playing. “my favorite game.”

Yunho straightened himself up from the comfortable slouch he had been in as he was finally gonna get some actual competition in the game now. Y/N had always been an excellent opponent for him.

“KICK HIS ASS Y/N!” Jongho was yelling over everyone, over a good thirty minutes had passed with Yunho and her locked in, each struggling to beat the other especially since y/n picked the same character Yunho had but Scorpion was both their favorite.

“FINISH HIM”

“NO!” Yunho shouted as he watched his player stagger as the game waited for y/n to give the final blow.

“FATALITY”

Jongho and Yeosang cheered, happy to finally see Yunho get his ass handed to him in the game. “Seeing your defeat is a beautiful thing.” Jongho declared. Yunho turned to him, pushing him off the arm of the couch he had been sitting on next to him.

“Fuck, man!” Jongho groaned as he landed on his ass on the hardwood floor. If there’s one thing Yunho was, he’s competitive and doesn’t like to lose. Especially does not like to have it rubbed in his face that he lost which him losing a competition was very rare.

“Knock, knock!” Wooyoung let himself inside the apartment followed by his kind of sort of boyfriend Vernon. “Jongho, nice to see someone put you on your ass.” He smirked down at the younger man who was still on the floor but quickly found himself next to him as Jongho tripped him. “ASSHOLE!” He yelled, pouting.

“Children.” Y/N rolled her eyes at her brother and Jongho on the floor groaning. “And you’re a sore loser.” She smirked triumphantly at Yunho beside her. He looked at her, narrowing his eyes. “You always have to pick Scorpion, we can’t both go against each other with the same character every time!” This was normal for them, a little bit of bickering when it came to gaming. It was something that always happened when y/n and Yunho were on opposing teams.

“Like I said,” Y/N grinned, she loved riling him up. “sore loser.”

Tension suddenly grew between them, Yunho not being able to hide the glint in his eyes that clearly gave away that he found it hot when she antagonized him. Y/N was glad for her brother interrupting them as she suddenly felt nervous under her best friend’s gaze. The memory of his barely hidden dick last night haunting her lusciously. “There’s this new club in Itaewon, we’re going!” Wooyoung clapped his hands together after Vernon helped him up back to his feet.

“Last time we went to a club Mingi had to convince Lee Jeno to not kick your ass after you tried hitting on his boyfriend.” Y/N reminded him, Vernon looking at his boyfriend, arms folded across his chest. “Really?” He arched a brow considering last time they went to a club was only a few weeks ago. “That was before we were official and I was drunk.” Wooyoung tugged Vernon towards him, practically turning into like a cat as he cuddled into him.

Vernon rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. Clubbing wasn’t his thing but he’d go for Wooyoung.

“Count me out” Yeosang sighed as he stood up from his spot on the couch. “I have to go see my mom, convince her I’m not irresponsible and beg her to help me get my car back.” He had once again gotten his car towed.

“Me to.” Yunho stood up going to grab a canned soda from the fridge. “I’m in!” Y/N smirked, running a hair through her hair that was still tangled from Mingi’s grabby hands the night before. “It will give me an excuse to wear that dress Mingi got me from that Balmain gig.” He had surprised her, early Christmas gift he had said, with a designer dress. A Balmain original minidress with a painterly sky print, thin satin straps and a draping neckline. She didn’t really know much about fashion but the dress was probably the most pretty clothing she now owned.

Yunho popped open his soda with a groan to himself. Now he had to go. “I guess I could go.” Wooyoung barked out a laugh, glancing towards his sister who stared at Yunho, pausing her retreat back to Mingi’s, their bedroom, at his announcement.

“Of course you will.”

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tag list: @patchofblue @sungjin-spoon-hands @peachyyunhoe @oddin4ry

#jeong yunho #yunho #yunho smut #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #mingi #song mingi #mingi smut #mingi x reader #ateez mingi #yungi x reader #yungi #ateez fic #ateez

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thewisecheerio · 6 months ago

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I may not like Radahnquella, but Elden Ring is so real for taking the character that was often perceived as the Straight Dude Gigachad Platonic Ideal Man and then in the DLC being like, "Akshually, he's queer and likes being dommed by a femboy, ur welkum!" and then just sitting back to watch certain fans melt down.

It's gotten to the point where certain fans have a kneejerk reaction of insisting it must be nonconsensual—without any lore justification as to why—and throwing tantrums over any other interpretation. After all, we all know warriors can't be gay and/or submissive and also strong at the same time, right? Right? Anyway, here's an excellent lore post debunking that train of thought:

Source: https://x.com/CobaltBeetle/status/1815530542596833465

You're going to have to do a better job explaining why you think it's nonconsensual using the lore itself and not his perceived identity in the base game. If you're going to go down the "But Miquella can charm people!" rabbit hole, then you need to square it with the phrasing of the vow being conditional on something Radahn wanted in exchange. Best of luck! 👍

#promised consort radahn #miquella the kind #elden ring #elden ring dlc #shadow of the erdtree #shadow of the erdtree spoilers

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ma1dmer · 11 months ago

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Elden Ring - Rennala Queen of the Full Moon NSFW

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): she loves to cuddle, doesn't matter how messy you two have gotten she'll deal with that after, for now she needs you pressed up close to her, listening to her softly hum, your head placed gently on her chest as she comes down from her high, her fingers playing with your hair

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): she loves your hands, she carefully traces each digit first with her own then with her lips placing soft kisses on your knuckles and fingertips or bringing her mouth around them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): she cries when she cums, soft tears spilling down her cheeks as she closes her eyes tightly and let's out a lot of soft yes yes yes'

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): definitely has some sort of mommy kink, she isn't sure she'd be able to go the entire way with it ,but she would at least enjoy you calling her that as she coos over you softly, telling you how good you are and how well you are doing for her

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): she has her experience but she treats every encounter like something entirely new something she can study almost, she takes joy in learning everything about what pleases her partners

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): on your sides her arms firmly around your body her face buried in your neck, behind you or in front of you holding you tightly

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): much much more serious, she would not understand if you started laughing in the middle of it, being either flustered or concerned

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): she doesn't do anything to it, but she already has very fine hair, it's soft and much lighter than her hair colour

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): she calls you the most beautiful of nicknames, she is very sensual with her attention, she lavishes you in compliments

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): she doesn't have to, she is often busy or just doesn't feel the need for it, especially when she has you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): mommy kink, nipple play, praise kink etc, she'd love "disciplining you" not so much the impact play itself, always going too softly when spanking you, because it isn't about the pain of the punishment

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): somewhere private away from prying eyes, and always after she's done with all her duties

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): knowing you want her, nothing is better than her coming to you and seeing you already so desperate, she'll blush and smile pleased before beginning to undress, urging you to undress if you aren't already naked

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): she does not like to share and she does not like degradation, especially targeted at her

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): her favourite, she loves being laid back letting you explore her with your tongue, she'll let herself get lost to the feeling and your attention, she gets selfish during those moments but who can blame her

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): torturously slow, her hands go everywhere besides the place you want them the most at first, she isn't doing it to tease you but she sees no reason to rush things

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): it will always be a no, strict about the things she does not enjoy

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): she is willing to experiment, nothing too wild, but here and there, she is willing to indulge you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): no stamina, this woman drops dead the second she cums, she can hold herself off just enough to make sure you are satisfied but after that she needs to doze off

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): i think she'd love having a few toys for you, she doesn't forbid you from owning and using any, but she'd like if you gave them to her and especially like you having to ask her if you want to use them, would also probably gift you a few, maybe a glass/crystal dildo or plug

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not at all its not something she enjoys, and she isn't one to tease you either, at least not purposefully

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): she doesn't vocalise at all, she lets out a few stuttered breaths but she stays quiet mostly, wanting to hear you

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): she is definitely a switch, and she'd enjoy taking charge as much as having the control taken from her

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): not very high, but when she wants you she is not shy about telling you, her soft voice beckoning you to her

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): she always waits for you to fall asleep first before she can comfortably relax as well, she enjoys watching you for a bit, so calm like that

#rennala #rennala queen of the full moon #elden ring rennala #rennala x reader #rennala queen of the full moon x reader #rennala smut #rennala queen of the full moon smut #elden ring smut #elden ring x reader #elden ring #.writing

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