#messmer smut

[eldenbiscuit]

POV: you abandoned here your filter 😔

[philistiniphagottini]

Hey! Hope you’re doing well. I’ve never requested anything before so I’m sorry if this isn’t the right way to do it, but would you write more for Messmer from Elden Ring with a female reader??? I’d love to see a loss of virginity for either parties wink wonk

Thank you :)

Hello Anon! Thank you very much for indulging me in requesting for Elden Ring. And don't worry, you did good on your first request. I loved the idea and it took me a while to decide who's cherry was going to be popped but I decided Messmer ((let's admit it, he's severely touch starved)). I may have gotten a little carried away but I hope you enjoy it~

cw. smut, penetrative sex, first time, vanilla, size difference, female reader, 3.5k words, MDNI

The cool, silken bed sheets beneath your body felt heavenly against your searing, bare skin, taming the wildfire coiling inside you as your blood simmered hotly in your veins. A soft hum bubbled up your throat, kiss swollen lips parted around a soft purr before your tongue peaked through the plump skin. 

“My lord, pray tell, do you intend to stare at me all evening like a fish out of water?”

There was a teasing lilt to your voice that made the tips of Messmer's ears burn hotter than the coals of a furnace. His golden gaze flickered in your direction as you lay bare beneath him, your sumptuous body swimming in a sea of plush pillows and soft blankets. Every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation as your eyes roved over your lover's form, dipping and tracing every intimate detail that you wished to etch with your fingers. It made the tips of your fingers tingle with an insatiable itch as you raked your nails between the sweat soaked sheets. Messmer chose not to respond to your teasing remark, mind far too focused on other matters at the moment to entertain you. You could practically see the cogs in his head moving and you couldn't quite recall a time you had ever seen your lord act so…nervous. Well, it was his first time, after all. 

Your movements were slow as you shifted beneath him, the fine jewellery of silver and gold wrapped your ankle clinking softly as you raised your foot. You planted your foot against his stomach, feeling the muscles tense under your touch as you gave him a soft, playful shove. 

“Nervous around little ol’ me? Am I too much to handle?”

Your tone was still coy, but with an underlying sense of concern. Being vulnerable like this certainly wasn't as easy as shedding a few layers of clothes. Messmer had never indulged like this before. Never indulged in you, like this. Nervousness was only one part of the violent concoction already brewing in the pit of his stomach. He wanted this; he wanted you but wasn't sure where to begin. It must have been a rather comical sight having someone twice your size hunched over you as still as a rock and feeling just as dense as one. Yet your voice stirred something in him and he didn't feel as nervous when you talked to him like you always did, so soft and sincere. And maybe a little bit of cheek. The corners of Messmer's lips twitched into a ghost of a smile as you rubbed your foot along his skin, trying to ease the tension out of his body. The soft touches were searing against his skin and the burn it left lingering almost made him recoil from the sudden oversensitivity. His large hand wrapped around your dainty ankle, fingers gently curling into your skin as he coaxed it away from his stomach. 

“Thine chatter is rather distracting” Messmer said, his voice barely above a breathy whisper. 

You smiled up at him as you felt the cold caress of scales drag over your sensitive skin, tickling you as you felt the familiar coil of his snakes pressing intimately into your skin. 

“Is it helping?” you inquired. 

A soft chuckle breezed past his lips as he tilted his head in your direction, flaming locks of red curls fanning over his flushed cheeks. Your smaller frame was engulfed in his shadow as he leaned forward, the mattress creaking softly as you watched his movements with a keen eye. He was always cautious around you, his movements always pronounced and defined, always terrified that you would startle like a frightened rabbit. You spread your sticky thighs apart, giving him as much room as you could possibly handle and gently pushing away the heads of his serpents when they tried to investigate with the curious flicker of their forked tongue. A warm tingle wracked the notches of his spine when a pleasant scent tickled his nose, curling deep into the pit of his lungs as he pressed closer to you. He released your foot from his grasp as his hands came to rest on either side of your body, pressing into the cool sheets as you silently took over the next few steps. 

Your hands came to rest on Messmer’s chest, feeling the tension still wound taut in his muscles as the rhythmic pulse of his heart beat thundered beneath your fingertips. A warm noise stirred in the back of your throat as your fingers danced along his torso, dipping into the various scars and imperfections of his body. You clicked your tongue behind your teeth as you softly tutted.

“My lord Messmer, you are so tense. Have you ever experienced a day of relaxation in your life?”

A thoughtful noise rumbled in Messmer's chest as he continued to humour your antics, enjoying the way you fussed over him as you tried to ease the tense knots in his muscles. It was a shockingly pleasant experience whenever he decided to give in to your every whim or fancy. He had quite the soft spot for you and he was wrapped so tightly around your finger it could be seen as pathetic how easily you won the heart of a demigod such as himself. He was stirred from his thoughts as you rubbed your hands across his abdomen, your fingernails gently scratching over pale scars as you peered up at him beneath long lashes. 

“It's alright, Messmer” you murmured. “You're not going to hurt me.”

Your words set his heart aflutter and you could tell just by the way the snakes coiled around your plump waist affectionately squeezed you. You idly smoothed your hands over their scaly bodies as Messmer leaned in close, lips pressed into the shell of your ear as red curls spilled over your skin like the fine touch of silk. His breath was warm as it puffed against your skin, causing the heat trickling in the pit of your stomach to twist tighter as a pleasant shiver raced along your back. 

“Thou wilt stop me if I overwhelm…”

You hummed as you nodded along to his words, head turned in his direction as you trailed butterfly kisses along his sharp jaw.

“I shall” you mumbled in agreement. 

His shoulders dropped in content but it was such a subtle movement that it slipped your gaze. Your hands were much too eager as they slipped between your bodies, Messmer giving you silent consent to continue and guide him forward. A sharp hiss whistled through his teeth as you wrapped your hand around hardened warmth, his cock eagerly jumping into the warm touch of your hand as you loosely coiled your fingers around him. His fingers knotted in the bedsheets; sweaty forehead pressed between the comforting confines of a soft pillow as you swiped your thumb over the tip of his drooling cock. You cooed softly as you slowly pumped your hand along his cock, warmth tickling the base of your spine as his breathing came out in soft pants from your mere touch alone. 

“My lord, you're so big~”

A soft groan tumbled from Messmer's bruised lips as he fought to peel his tongue off the roof of his mouth. His blood was already boiling in his veins from your soft, prodding caresses as he swallowed the budding saliva on his tongue, throat bobbing as his face burned like an inferno. 

“Cease thine teasing” he gently warned. 

His words may have been intimidating if he didn't sound so breathless. You bit your tongue and ignored the itch burning at the back of your scalp. You knew when to not push your lover too far and provoke his ire. Instead, you focused on curling your wrist, fingers squeezing around the fat head of his cock as beads of pre-cum dribbled and webbed between your fingers. A shaky breath fanned over your skin as you stared at the side of Messmer’s face, witnessing the flames of red dust over his cheeks under the dim fire light of burning candles. Your tongue wet your dry lips as you swallowed thickly. 

“Does it feel good?” you asked. 

“Y-yes” Messmer stammered in response. 

Hearing how breathless he was made slick pool between your legs, pearls of arousal dripping down the soft insides of your thighs as you squirmed restlessly. You wedged your free hand between your plump thighs, slipping two fingers inside your dripping cunt to alleviate the dull throb building up in your core. Your soft, sweet moans filled the stuffy air of your shared bed chambers, echoing around the room as they drowned out the sinful, wet noises that were coming from between your trembling thighs. The coil in your belly twisted tighter as you rocked your hips down onto your fingers, pussy hungrily swallowing them as impatience gnawed at your skin like a swarm of insects. And by the way Messmer was sinking his sharp claws into the comforter and stuffing the plush material of a pillow between his sharp teeth, the feeling was mutual. With a breathy sigh you slipped your fingers out of your sopping core, pussy clenching around nothing and mourning the loss of warmth. You rubbed your slicked fingers along Messmer's swollen arousal, coating his skin with more, sticky wetness. His body shuddered in response, voice muffled into the soft cotton of the pillow as he struggled to reign in the twitches and convulsions in his muscles. You stroked your fingers through his wild, red mane of hair, wisps curling around your fingers as you tucked them behind the curve of his ear. 

“My lord, I will require some of your assistance.”

He hesitated but allowed you to tug his hand free from the tangles of the sheets, guiding his wrist as you encouraged him to lay his hand on the curve of your hip. His fingers pressed into your skin, nails digging into the plump flesh as he held you. He had never felt something as soft as you before. It was fascinating, how his fingers could press and squish into your skin with such little effort and no resistance. He didn't ponder the thought long, as most coherent thoughts suddenly evaporated the second he felt the tip of his cock brush against the wet seam of your cunt. His fingers tensed in your skin, nails threatening to carve their mark as a raspy moan crawled its way out of his parched throat. Long lashes fluttered over his cheeks as his cock continued to prod at you, catching on your fluttering hole as your arousal dripped from your core like a flowing river. 

“Ready?” you asked, though you weren't quite sure who the question was directed at anymore.

A murmur of approval and it was all you needed to hear. You took a deep breath, yet the attempt was futile in preparing you as your pulse thrummed in your ears and your heart was ready to leap up into your throat. You choked on a hiccup of pleasure as you guided Messmer forward, his cock piercing your centre as your creamy folds parted around his dizzying girth. It took every ounce of his sapping strength in him not to rip apart at the seams at the first contact of your warm pussy wrapping snug around him. Even when he was coaxed just a little bit deeper inside he thought a vessel in his head was about to pop. You threw your head back with a loud whine, the sound almost akin to a wail of pain as the stretch burned with a lingering, familiar heat. The various pieces of fine silver and gold adorned to your body rattled as your entire being trembled in a mixture of bliss and overstimulation. Messmer paused as you took a shuddering breath, soused lashes fluttering wildly over your cheeks as your chest heaved with exertion.

“Fuck” you groaned; all sense of decorum snatched away as your head was sent spinning in a drunken tizzy. “Fuck.”

Messmer's ears itched as another whimper crawled out of the back of your throat, his hot breath fanning over your perspiring skin as a look of concern flashed over his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but you were quick to cut him off with a shake of your head. 

“It's fine, I'm fine” you reassured. “Just don't move.”

You threw your arm over your head, tucking your face into the crook of your elbows to hide the way your nose scrunched up in discomfort. Stars above, you were the one with more experience yet you were starting to feel like a bashful virgin all over again. Your head was spinning as a constellation of tears clung to the edges of your lashes, breathing hard as you tried to soothe the erratic beat of your heart. You blinked away the tears pricking your eyes as your arm was gently removed from your face, your dazed stare peering up at your lover as your head continued to spin. He cradled your hand in his much larger one, thick fingers curled around your wrist as you felt his snakes squeeze tight around you once more. 

“Hush, little culver” Messmer soothed, pressing his lips to the back of your hand and dragging the kiss swollen skin over each, individual knuckle. “Speak to me.”

A soft noise rolled around your mouth as you swallowed around the lump in your throat, a short, puff of air blowing a few strands of hair out of your glassy eyes.

“My darling Messmer, I'm fine” you croaked. “Just…haven't been stretched like this before.”

His concern made the throbbing dull and the longer you lay still the more you think you get used to it. You weren't completely sure how long you lay there. It could have been a few minutes. Perhaps it encroached on the hour? You weren't quite sure when the burning ache ebbed and twisted into something more pleasant but you welcomed the feeling as you settled once more. A deep sigh breezed through your lips as your heart settled once more and your lungs weren't pinching inside your chest. Your fingers twisted around one of Messmer's digits as you tugged on his hand once more, adamant to guide him and spark back the friction in your core. The curious tilt of Messmer's head caught your attention and your voice filled the void of silence once more as you flashed him a reassuring smile. 

“I'm fine my lord” you said. “You're just…a lot to get used to. Gods I feel like I'm the one having mine cherry popped all over again.”

Your mannerisms were always a unique enigma for Messmer and he couldn't help the curiosity that itched at the base of his skull as he repeated the word.

“Cherry?”

A soft giggle bubbled up your throat at the soft pout in his lips as he pondered on the meaning, only to be distracted when you guided his hand to the pillowy softness of your chest. You lay your hand on top of his as you encouraged him to feel your chest, your heart beat pulsing against the palm of his hand as he idly cupped your breast. His face flushed and you could feel his cock pulsing between your thighs as he gave your chest a curious squeeze. 

“I shall divulge the matter later, when mine head isn't spinning.”

You let your head fall back onto the pillow, eyes drooping and threatening to slip close as the smouldering embers of bliss in the pit of your stomach were stoked back into a fierce flame. Your voice stung in your throat as you moaned softly, hips canting forward as Messmer's cock was nudged a little deeper into your swollen pussy. A short huff fell from his mouth at the warm feeling of your plush walls squeezing around him, the hand groping your tit pawing at your skin a little firmer as the puffy tip of your nipple was pinched between his fingers. 

“Come closer” you beckoned. 

“If that is thy wish.”

You hummed as he buried his face in your hair, lips pressed into the soft tresses as you slowly buck your hips. The roll of Messmer's hips was hesitant and unsteady, inexperience seeping into the rhythm as he tried to mimic the way you tilted forward and leaned into the touch. He was much too reluctant to press deeper, no matter how tempting it was as your pussy squeezed around him with each shallow thrust. A breathy moan tumbled from your part lips as the pressure in your stomach spiked, blood boiling with bliss as you reached a shaky hand between your sticky thighs to rub at the swollen nub sitting at the top of your pussy. Messmer grunted as he felt you tighten around him, your plush walls almost strangling him as drool gathered at the corners of his mouth. You could feel the droplets wet your skin as you rubbed at the slick pearl of your clit, the tightly packed bundle of nerves kicking weakly as you rubbed it in firm circles. Your debauched sounds only grew louder, echoing off the walls as the bedframe shook and you trembled along with it. Stars swirled in your vision as you felt Messmer's cock start to throb inside of you, his rough pants morphing into the feral snarls of a beast as the tension readied to snap. You mustered what little remaining strength you had left as you carded your fingers through his hair before gripping to the locks tightly. 

“Close, love?” you asked between sweet moans. 

You received a loud grunt of affirmation as he squeezed your chest, nails raking along your skin and leaving behind stinging welts that added fuel to the maelstrom brewing inside of you. Your spit-soaked lips parted around a keen of his name as you tugged on his hair. 

“Proud of mine good boy for lasting this long” you crooned. “So why don't you let go?”

Your words were the trigger to his undoing. As soon as your voice graced his ears like a chime from a shimmering bell, the coil inside of him unfurled. The pace of his hips grinds to a halt as he grew still, trembling voice scratching his throat as he groaned your name so close to the shell of your ear it sent pleasant chills rattling down your spine. He almost pulled away from the sweet temptation of your body, but in the heat of the moment he failed and ropes of his viscous seed spilled inside of you. You whined with sordid content, the heat warming your abdomen occupying your hazy mind as your nerves zapped through your system like crackling lightning. Spit webbed on your plump lips as they parted around hot pants, fingers working the aching nub of your clit until your vision blurred from the bliss. The coil inside of you shattered into a million pieces, veins flooded with white hot relief as your pussy clenched unbearably tight around your lover.

The warmth stuffing your centre slowly dripped out, spilling down the sides of Messmer’s cock and staining the bedsheets beneath your entangled bodies. His hard pants mixed with your own laboured breathing and you struggled to prevent your eyes from rolling into the back of the head from how mind numbingly good you felt. Your wavering pulse was beating so loudly in your ears that you almost didn’t hear Messmer when he spoke, large hands wrapped around your waist as he touched you like you were made out of porcelain.

“Mine apologies” he whispered to you softly.

You didn’t ask what he was apologising for. You knew exactly what he was referring to and the sight of your lord showing a hint of bashfulness made the corners of your lips twitch up into a smile. You snorted softly as you rubbed your hands in soothing motions along his arms, hand tangling in his hair once more as you gently teased out the knots. You tipped your head and gazed at him through lidded eyes, exhaustion setting into your bones despite your best efforts to stay awake. You shifted beneath him, falling into a more comfortable position as the weeping head of his softening cock continued to leave sticky threads in the creamy folds of your messy cunt. Your fingers curled around the baby hairs lining the nape of his neck, nails scratching at his skin as the snakes coiled around you tucked their heads into the crook of your neck.

“There’s no need for apologies, Lord Messmer” you reassured. “It pleases me.”

You lay still beneath him as his hands slowly wandered over your form, his touch a little more confident as he explored the dips and curves carved into your features. The curious touch of his hands dulled your mind with the repetitive motions and it was threatening to lull you in the sweet embrace of slumber the longer you remained idle. You couldn’t find the strength in you to move any longer, much too content to let Messmer poke and prod at your skin with mild fascination tingling on the tips of his fingers.

“Did I please you, my Lord?” you inquired, voice slurring as your eyes slipped close for a brief moment.

You heard Messmer’s soft hum of approval and you couldn’t recall much after that, only the way you were coddled in Messmer’s embrace and warmed during the cold night.

[esthetiqueillusion]

Taste - Messmer x Tarnished (fluffy smut)

Tarnished is a female here. Mostly fluff with a tiny little dose of smut *wink wink*, Tarnished is a little bratty, Messmer as a snek is a little tease.

Two introverts sitting in the tower, working together with noses in books. Cosy and warm. Well, maybe too warm.

Big ornate door to the chamber – up the stairs in a tower behind the throneroom – was closed shut. The chamber where in old times of cruscade Messmer the Impaler and his most trusted Fire Knights held council meetings. Now with the war long subdued but not gone, this room became a cancellaria for ruling Lord, his private chamber. That now was locked firmly behind highly decorated doors. Ghost-servants and knights were knowing well to not disturb their Lord with any trivial matter today.  

But not me.  

All morning I was collecting wild berries from the fields, and with a little help of the cook I baked delicious berry cupcakes. Leaving big portions for the knights that were coming from patrols and duties, I took a few into a basket and grabbed a bottle of wine from the cellar. Being here for so long and moving freely around the castle, I got familliar with every corner of Shadow Keep, so it took me a short time to walk from the kitchens to the throneroom and up the stairs to the private chamber of Messmer. As expected he was surprised by seeing me, but by smile ghosting on his lips and light shining in his eye I could tell he was happy.  

Messmer holed himself here to work on translating the notebook about ancient dragons, topic so interesting that right away he started telling me about fascinating things he discovered.  Eating and laughing, talking and listening – time flew and we never grow tired of each other presence. From the Specimen Storageroom I brought books on the topics that interested me so we could sit and work together.  

And so time flew by, the sun started hiding behind the horizon, darkness slowly enveloping the world. Messmer lit the candles so the shade of evening became cosy and warm.  

However maybe too warm. The fire casted fiery reflections on Messmer’s  red hair as if his locks were pure flame itself, that flew slightly  like lava when he moved even lightly. His face – the aristocratic profile with high cheekbones, straight nose and perfect features was contoured in pure concentration as he read, eye moving actively on the texts. Shapely lips were rosy from wine - bitten from time to time, when he wrote the notes in quil. 

I had some troubles with concentration.  

The hand that with elegant gesture hold  quil, the slim long fingers, veiny forearms... 

- Is something wrong?  

The soft velvety voice all of sudden. Messmer put down the quil and looked at me with a smile hiding in the corner of his lips.  

I felt the heat on my cheeks, embarrased by being caught in admiring him as if he was a work of art.  

- Uhm, no, nothing – I squeaked, licking lips nervously and taking a hold of my book.  

However I felt his gaze, it bore into me like a jet of hot air. The work seemed impossible anymore. I closed the book with too loud slam that startled the snakes and I stood from the table.  

- May I? - I gestured toward his notes and not waiting for invitation went up to him.  

Even while sitting, he was still slightly taller than me standing.  

I tried to concentrate and look through his work, beautiful calligraphed sentences, the graphics of dragons copied from original text... But standing so near, feeling the heat emanating from him was even worse.  

The hand I used to bring papers closer to me, rested on the side of the table, but suddenly I felt Messmer fingers enveloping mine and pulling sligtly so I could turn toward him.  

Looking at him up close like this, seeing the perfect features of his face lighten up by warm candle flames of our work chamber, the shapely lips that  now upturned into a soft smile, the eye that glowed not golden grace but the light of his own fire.  

- I did want to thanketh thee f'r being h're – Messmer said quietly, squeezing my hand, pulling me slightly closer to him so that I was standing almost between his long legs.  

- Oh, sure, I just thought we could work together today, you know, be more productive and motivate each other to do more – I rambled. Stupid, I should get used to his closeness by now. We kissed a few times before. Sure it was short. Sure, it was not in so private places like this right now but still... 

- Nay.  I meanteth: being h're with me, in the Shadow Keep – Messmer cocked his head and still holding me, lift his other hand toward my face. With delicate breeze-like movement he grazed fingers over my cheek and tuced a lock of hair behind my ear – staying with me. 

- W-well.. Thank you for letting me... - I suttered - I still think that’s the best thing ever happened to me in the Lands Between – but I was still shy about having such relationship with a demigod. But truly, it made me really happy to know that not all is lost, that the world can be build anew not with tricks and charm spells but with faith, effort and trust.  

I saw him smile at my words and felt the pull to be closer to him.  

I looked at his lips and unconciously licked mine. His eye shot for a moment there trailing the movement.  

- I can sayeth the same about thee – Messmer said in a low voice, his fingers trailing soft circles around my hand he was holding, ridiculously small comparing to his.  

Not controlling myself I lift my free hand and let my fingers weave into his hair, the colour gleaming like liquid fire. Fingertips brushed the skin of his face and he turned towards them, inching closer, nuzzling into my hand. His long red eyelashes casted such beautiful shades... I felt soft skin of his cheek, slightly parted lips, hot puffs of air he breathed... Looking at me with half-lidded eye, he slowly inched lower and kissed my inner wrist where the pulse beat faster and faster by the minute.  

Couldn’t wait any longer, feeling his soft lips on my skin I leaned into him, toward his face, needing to be closer, to feel this softness once more. He also inched toward me till we were within reach of breath and finally finally we kissed.  

A soft touch, delicate but tingling, buzzing with eletricity.  

Soon the kiss became more bold and raw. I felt hot pulse in my ears, wild beating of my heart. My hands found their way to his broad shoulders, flow through his fiery red hair pulling at them to bing him closer, touched hot skin of his neck, kissing him with rising ferocity.  

His hands firstly were almost hesitant, placed around my waist, however I felt his fingertips twitching - as if he wanted to embrace me tighter,  crush me in his arms and burn with blissfully touch.  

Suddenly I sensed something smooth sliding on my legs and then felt a slight press on the back of my knees. I lost balance and landed on Messmer’s lap, knees on either side of his hips. Breaking the kiss and looking down I saw his snakes drifting innocently near us. That was their doing. Did Messmer not controlled them? 

I arched my brow, looking at him, with a shade of smile in the corners of kiss-swollen lips.  

- Uhm, forgive me... - he said quietly with voice hoarse and dripping with want, with arousing blush on his pale skin and slightly tousled hair, looking everywhere but not me in the eye.  

- Do I look angry? - with hands resting on his chest I felt how wildly his heart was beating – It's a lot more comfy like that – I assured in a whisper, smiling and inching closer.  

Messmer tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me stronger toward him, his snakes coiling and wraping around us, as if they were ropes that binds us together. As if they were Messmer’s unconcious part, demonstrating what he deeply want but didn’t dare acknowledge it even before himself.  

Slowly I kissed corner of his mouth, his jaw, inching towards the neck. It was easy without his armor and helmet, as he was only in light red and golden robes. Soft lips landed on his neck, feeling under skin pulse that beat faster and faster. He smelt like burnt wood and some spice, exotic and dark, with a hint of wild wind and ashes.  

I pressed closer to him feeling his collarbones, shoulders, arms, torso - the steely muscles, skin that felt so hot even through material of his tunic. As I explored, his breathing increased and his hold on me tightened.  Slowly his stiff muscles began to relax. And his fingers started moving around my body - feeling my breasts, so small in his enourmous hands, inching lower and lower around my butt and thighs, clawing and squeezing with skin-bruising power. 

Being manhandled like that, loosen up the tension in my body, making me putty in his hands, ready for him to shape me as he want.  

Soon his hands found their way under my dress, hooking the material and exposing my legs. Long slightly calloused fingers explored softness of my inner thighs for the first time. What started as slow sensual movement, soon changed – his hands became more insistent, greedy, hungry. I moaned into his neck and grinded instincitvely, feeling his heavy breathing near my head, as he responded by grinding his hips up into me, his steely thigh muscles tightening at movement.  

I wanted more.  

His hand under my dress slowly and delicately went up up higher till he felt my folds and building up wetness. Experimentaly moving up and down, circling – I writhed more and more.  

- Messmer... - I whispered between kisses on his neck. 

- Thou art so impatient, my Lady – he murmured in a low velvety voice near my ear, hot air brushing my cheek and red locks tickling  skin.  

And then I bit him.  

He quivered, the hand he kept on my waist tightening even more, dugging his nails into my skin so hard I was sure it drew blood. I licked the bite mark I made on his neck and drunk on his touch, smell, taste, closeness I whispered: 

- Messmer... my Lord... I need more of you, please... 

I felt low rumbling in his chest, as he almost moaned. And then he grabbed my chin and pulled me toward his face, in a glimpse of time I saw lust hooded eyes and red lips bitten by me or himself. He crashed his mouth on mine in a feral kiss, at the same time sliding fingers of his other hand into wetness between my legs, deep beyond my folds, where I wanted him the most.  

I moaned loudly into his lips, the sensation of his long slim finger finally moving inside me pairing with the feral kiss was euphoric. Soon the second finger followed and I kissed him as if possessed. His warmth and tight, crushing-strong embrace, open-mouthed kisses with tongue and teeth made me moaning and grinding on his fingers like a bitch. Too quickly kisses became sloppy, and I broke from his lips.  

- Fuck.. - I mewled closing my eyes, sensing my peak becoming closer and closer.  

Messmer’s fingers never stopped, exploring, scissoring, curling inside,  learning how to play me with utmost mastery. His other hand grabbed my hair but not gently as before in soft brushing movements, this time he pulled hard, the stingy pleasure shot through me as he pulled my head from his neck and directed it so that he could see me fully.  

- Look at me – he commanded hoarsly, fingers between my legs slowed slightly.  

Eyelashes fluttered and I opened my eyes to look into his face pleadingly, with want to continue.  I was so so wet, I was sure I was dripping on this robes.  

- M-mmm... 

- Yes? - he asked looking at me with half-lidded eyes and smug smile.  

- M-Messmer, please...  

- Please, what?  

- M-my Lord... Please, more.. - My voice broken and cracked a little. 

- As mine own Lady Consort wishes - he hummed and smirked obviously pleased and doubled his efforts, part of his hand pressed and circled my clit. I moaned in a low voice starting to feel the tingling feeling in my abdomen. 

- Closeth not thy eyes, seeth who is't gives thee such pleasure – he said in a silky murmuring voice and I obeyed. Looking at him with hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, parted swollen lips - seeing his face so dark with desire, greed and wanting, triumph even, mouth slightly bitten in concentration, hair tousled but still framing his face beautifully with demigod grace. Seeing the marks on his neck I left.  

His hand travelled from my hair to my waist, being so big he easily manhandled me increasing his movements, impaling me on his fingers.  

- Ah! 

That almost sent me on the edge. My head dropped and eyes shut.  

Messmer murmured something, slowing slightly. I knew he wanted to see me fully, to see my reaction, the pleading and want for him in my eyes when he’s giving me pleasure. But I was just a weak tarnished girl, I reacted instincively on the sudden godly bliss kick.  

Then something smooth slided near my head, wrapped itself around my hair and pulled so my head was straight again - my face in moments of highest pleasure in full view for Messmer to see. Now I couldn’t look away.   

Constant movement, my moans and writhing, I fought with want to close my eyes as my peak keep inching closer. I panted and grinded like a whore, his long fingers filling me so perfectly, the look on his face so delicious - bedroom eyes, cheeks like wine so dark, loving and lustful as he wanted to devour me here and now. 

- Yes.. Look at me my Elden Lady... - he murmured wickedly lucious.  

 Soon I almost screamed, fluttering around him and squirting, never breaking the eye contact. He looked so satisfied, so smug  hungrily absorbs the view before him as if he was fighting the need to throw me on the floor and fuck me silly.  

Fingers still moved prologing my peak, till my beathing slowed and oversensitivity became unbearable. I brought my hand to stop the moving of his, and he slowly pulled out his fingers from between my legs. The weird feeling of emptiness was soon forgotten when Messmer lifted his hand toward his lips. I’m sure I was red as scarlet rot, and looked so messy as some victim of the frenzied flame.  

But he hummed pleased, still looking at me with unfaltering desire and want. - Delicious thou art, my Elden Lady – his silky dark voice was delectable.  

Claiming such title was still foregin to me but using it seemed enormously pleasing for him.  

After he licked his fingers clean, I saw a little of my fluid left on his lips. On impulse I leaned down and licked the remains of me from his lips. His grip on my hips tightened momentarily and through half-closed eyes he looked at me like he wanted to eat me here and now.  

Suddenly we heard loud steps at the bottom of the stairs. Someone was going up to our chamber.  

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I've been writing a big piece for Messmer and Tarnished, where our snek demigod has a chance for a happy ending (for now I have only a few chapters, it's still a work in progress, but I'll probably post it here in the future :). Messmer deserves all the love and hugs ₊˚⊹

[alislandale]

Couldn’t resist sketching my girls Aria and Marianne ( ˘ω˘ )

AHHHH THESE ARE SO LOVELY IM GASPING SO HARD. So lovely you read both of my fics! :D wow I never imagined Aria in a dress for battle! It looks so lovely, and the colors are so vivid. (I always picture her in the blue warrior set in my minds eye, because in my HC she is a descendant of the blind swordsman). AND PREGNANT MARIANNE. IM DYING. IM DYING.

[sentoooo]

ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴍᴇʀ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ

✭ pairing(s): messmer x gn reader

✧ a/n: chat is it like financially acceptable to buy a $260 collectors edition when you already have the game just for a statue of a guy You Like Too Much (do i have a thing for redheads?) also before anyone says "you can do anything you put your mind to" i can but also all i imagine is him splitting me in half so penetration... i know that he's messmer the impaler but not of this boypussy he aint

🗒 cw: SMUT, SHADOW OF THE ERDTREE SPOILERS, gn reader, tarnished reader, size difference, a little ooc, frotting, thigh jobs, handjobs, oral, accidental manhandling, hair pulling, praise, pesudo-bondage(?), not proofread

✎ wc: 1.1k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Intimacy is a long abandoned thought within the lands between. Long gone are the days of tenderness, and in their wake, only blood and steel remain. That is to say, MESSMER is a virgin. Painfully so.

Sex is quite the foreign concept for someone who’s being is steeped within the flames of war. The most love he had known was his mother’s coddling before she had disappeared, and in his rage, he had never sought out another form of love. Torn between the want for his mother to look down upon him once more, and the need to kill, to earn her approval once more, the thought of loving another, of trusting another with his body, his mind, his heart, it is near unfathomable.

And yet, here you were. Someone who stirred such benevolent (and more) feelings within him. How so utterly kind of you to share with him your heart, your mind, your body. He must repay you in kind, of course.

Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room, or the snakes in the room, if you will. He feels quite embarrassed to have them there when you two… engage. While they understand and know his feelings– and they were the very obvious sign of his interest in you– to him, it’s the equivalent of having your pet in the room while you have sex. He makes them look away, since that is about all he can do. It is quite awkward your first time. But, they’ll come into play, later.

Due to MESSMER’s size, he is quite nervous about entering you, even with his fingers. It takes him a little while to get used to it. He trims his nails just for you, and he draws the line at two fingers, one is almost enough as it is. He gets accustomed to fingering you quickly, to have you sit in his lap while he presses his fingers into you, his free hand resting on your thigh and pushing it open, it is his own little piece of heaven.

Oral is another option for him, of course. Something that is much more easy on his mind, he doesn’t have to worry about delving too deep, nor about hurting you. He can just settle his head between your thighs and take what he wishes as you writhe above him. Pull his hair and praise him, and he’ll cum untouched. I promise.

He excels at oral, though. Put that practiced tongue to use. He maintains contact all the while, even though his face is quite red. He gives you this beautiful look that speaks volumes, ‘touch me, I beg’, it says. ‘Please’. And if you answer that plea, even simply by stroking his cheek, he lets out an audible shiver. Even his snakes shake a little, letting out a soft hiss as he continues.

On that note, however, good lord does this man enjoy a good frotting session. He is afraid to enter you, like I said, due to his size. Frotting is a good way to atleast feel you, while also granting himself pleasure, without hurting you. He could go on for days and nights just rutting against you, whimpering into your skin, simply basking in the (rather lewd) intimacy of it all.

MESSMER also quite enjoys thigh jobs. He loves them, actually. He sits you in his lap, fucking his cock up into the plush of your thighs, head buried in the crook of your neck as he guides your own rhythm. Of course, he could let you grind by yourself, but he prefers to take matters into his own hands (literally). It’s the least he can offer you (less of a workout) while he lets go of all his sexual frustrations between your thighs. He doesn’t mean to jostle you around as much as he does, he can’t help it.

Speaking of sexual frustrations, this man is PACKED FULL OF THEM. I’m not saying he could be fixed by jacking off, but he could at least feel a little better afterwards. With you, good lord has he calmed down. He’s a lot less tense, happier, perhaps even jubilant. You cannot wash away the fact that his mother is strung up and imprisoned by a god, but perhaps all MESSMER needed was to feel the warmth of another, rather than simmer in the ever-burning flame that he has come to know, and despise.

Now, about his snakes… it takes a long while for him to open up to the idea of them being incorporated into sex. Having them simply turn away makes it feel awkward, of course, but perhaps they could do more…? They do adore you, after all. Perhaps a little impromptu bondage? Keeping your hands tied as he feasts upon you, or perhaps keeping your legs parted as his cock glides against your own sex.

He isn't the most kinkiest guy, of course. Although, “kinky” in the Lands Between and Land of Shadow might be totally different to our description. The most he does is overstimulate you, but never on purpose. Sometimes MESSMER gets too ahead of himself, too wanting. And he takes what he wants, what he needs. Though he always apologizes afterwards, not that you mind. He never takes it too far anyways. He's got quite the stamina, yet still falls short due to his experience (i.e, zero).

Perhaps the two of you cannot be as close as you wish during sex, but that doesn't make the act any less intimate. Especially to him, a life so devoid of such love, only consumed by hate and longing, but never yearning. He's the kind of guy to cry during sex. Partially because it feels so good to him, but also because he has never understood this intimacy. Not until now. All sorts of proclamations of love spill from his lips as he guides your thighs along his lanky cock, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sobbing even softer words. Stroke his hair, whisper even sweeter words to him, and return the sentiment. He’ll cum harder, cry a little bit more, and reward you in kind. He’ll lift his head from your neck and look upon you with a teary-eyed, soft expression, and then kiss you oh so sweetly despite his cum coating your thighs.

MESSMER also likes a little balance in your guys’ sex life. He wants– needs to please you as much as you do him. He lets no deed go unrewarded, if you were to jack him off, he'd return by fingering you. And if you allow him to fuck your thighs, he’ll go down on you with a fervor that is unmatched. He makes sure you cum as much as he does, and vice versa. He’s a very fair man, in that aspect.

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[trulyumai]

Sweet Taste of Nectar

Pairing: Messmer the Impaler / Wife! Reader

Warnings: Rough Smut

Synopsis: he liked to be rough with his wife, sure, but she adored it.

A/N: I’m trying a new layout to my writing, let me know if it’s any better!

Listen and read with a Messmer playlist I designed for the stories!

messmer could die a happy man, with such a sight to gaze upon.

his victories held no contest against such a feat displayed before him.

the man watched her bounce languidly upon his lap; hands upon his shoulders with a tight grip.

up and down his wife went, grinding against his hips with fervor, moans escaping her with each push and shove made inside her warm mound.

“please,” she had begged out, voice easing over the squelches echoing inside the chamber.

“so pretty,” he whispered. his eyes— never once straying from her moving breasts, catching them ever so often with his heat induced hands.

He knew she had to be close, the way her orbs glossed over with a light sheen, sweat dabbed across her brow and her legs stiffened with a tight pressure around the man’s hips.

she puffed out air as her neck leaned back tiredly. a simmering burn made its way across her stomach, to the middle of her core and she wanted it out— craved the much needed release just as much as he did.

messmer could no longer wait, for his patience had run thin. his torso sat up, pushing the girl to be underneath his lanky form.

her head dangled off the bed, sweat stuck to her skin like a cheap perfume.

“it— hah, you promised I could lead,” the girls shoulders shook with wanted need, and the man scoffed while looping her leg around his waist. his toned arms held up her legs easily, and it would have been impressive if she wasn’t numbed from the many hours of love making.

“pretty wife,” he was smiling now. it was small, didn’t reach his lust filled eyes.

his hips pulled back before he slammed roughly into her.

her head reeled back with a snap, a groan overtook her as the man slapped against her lower half with more speed than she could ever muster.

one hand free, he reached out to find the slim neck it craved to hold— to squeeze until she begged him to utterly destroy her, to fill her with as much seed as he possible could.

his fingers wrapped around the delicate skin as he picked up a steady pace. hitting her favorite spot over, over and over again.

“—nnngh,” the girls eyes rolled back uncontrollably, wet tears grazed her lashes, and fell down in waves upon her cheeks from the drawn on pleasure the man fed her.

he needed to hear it. taste the much desired words across his tongue.

pumping harder, faster, the bed piece creaked out in response. The wood squealed with every increase of the man’s pace.

“say it,” the knight demanded.

“say it, pretty wife,”

everything felt so numb. over and over he hit against her lower lips— and she could once more feel the fire in her belly build up.

messmer tightened his hold upon her throat, a low whine escaped her lips.

“say it!”

“I—,” the pace was perfect; the roughness the girl had needed and desired all day was finally here. her fingers swiped away at the tears that fell, mouth falling agape in the process. drool leaked out instantly, the man lapped it up, his pink tongue dragged across her chin slowly.

“—fill me. I—I’m all yours, my hus-husband!” the man shuddered, his form sagged against hers with his hips giving one final slam, letting both their juices run freely down his pale thighs.

looking down at the messy haired girl, he let out a laugh.

hair poked in each direction and sweat and spit swept over her body.

not caring for the sticky feeling across her thighs she groaned out, reaching to put her hands around the back of Messmer’s neck.

“bath?” he questioned; knowing that his wife must feel dirty

“bath,” she agreed. her eyes closed instantly while the flame picked up her sagging body, leading her to the tub just across the hall.

she did nothing but lean against him, as he washed and kissed every inch of her body.

it wasn’t until they returned back to their newly sheeted bed, that they exchanged pleasantries.

“i love you, dear wife,” lips molded against her forehead, down to her temple and cheek.

she hummed.

“and i you, my husband.”

[bunbunlovestowrite]

༒︎𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔞! 𝔵 𝔉𝔢𝔪!ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯༒︎

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝 (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

Ps this is kinda shitty since I just had an edible

SFW

Ever since you were a young girl, you had this effect on people.

Family were more protective of you and friends didn't want to be far from you for long

Turning into a young woman only made it worse.

While you didn't live with family anymore, your neighbors were too nosy and your friends would argue over who hung out with you that day

Of course, you were oblivious to this. You were oblivious to everything.

You left your village at age 23 when a giant ran through and killed nearly everyone.

It's the lands in between what did you expect?

But you got on a horse with all your belongings in a bag and made your way to the erdtree.

You didn't have a goal, hell you didn't even have a map, but it seemed as if the erdtree beckoned you to it.

You got to Limgrave and explored, making friends with a few tarnished. Such nice people if you ignore the smell of death.

Do they wash? Apparently not.

Then you got to Stormveil Castle untouched.

Margit stopped you, of course, thinking you were another tarnished. But when he saw you it was like someone spoke to him.

So he stepped aside and let you pass. You walked right through the front gate, no one looked at you and they didn't dare touch you.

You were confused but grateful to get through the castle quicker.

Liurnia was so big you kinda got dizzy.

Things here were more hostile than you thought and sneaking past them was harder. But you managed.

I would get into the nitty-gritty of how you got to the capital but would you read all of that?

Let's say you finally got to the capital.

At first, you think it's beautiful and you're so excited to explore.

Next thing you know your running from foot soldiers yelling about Marika and Radagons consort.

After that, you hid in an alleyway to catch your breath when you got the shit knocked out of you.

Well good news cause you woke up in a plush bed wearing clothing that covered what it needed.

A white dress that had leg slits, the top connected to a gold clasp around your neck.

You noticed your head was laid on something hard and warm.

Sitting up you see Lord Radagon himself laying next to you.

He was asleep and his long red hair was spread on the pillows.

One of his arms was wrapped around your waist and the other hand was under his head.

You, being the oblivious dumbass you are, saw nothing of the situation and laid back down.

:3 <==== you

And when you woke up it was Marika.

You tried to be polite. Called her 'my queen', tried bowing, but she shushed you and pulled you close.

She explained how she and Radagon were both there, sharing a body, sharing you.

And who would say no to riches, safety, mind-blowing sex, and basically anything you want?

NSFW

Didn't take long for them to get handy with you.

I mean your first day with them Marika had already cupped your breasts while sleeping. An accident she said.

But it's not like you were against it. The two of them were so attractive, so attending and so teasing that you found yourself dripping just by talking to one of them.

Now who had you first? Trick question it was both.

There you were on the bed, naked and sprawled out with Radagon eating you out.

His mouth was skilled and he knew every spot to suck and flick.

Marika was the one whose hand caressed your breasts, squeezing and kneading them with a tender touch.

It was only after you came twice on his tongue that Radagon finished slid into you.

His cock was perfect, practically made for you.

It hit every spot and his tip pressed to your cervix.

His thrusts were gentle and intense at first, easing you in and stretching you out.

Marika spoke from him, praising you and coddling you.

"Our angel."

"Just like that, lift your hips up pretty."

"Don't hold back, let us hear you."

"Yes. Say our names just like that..."

Radagon groaned when you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his chest.

His thrusts got harder, faster, his movement more primal that anything else.

He wouldn't break you, but he would destroy you.

He practically lifted you off the bed, driving into you.

The room was filled with skin slapping and your cries of ecstasy, not to mention Marika cooing when you clawed at Radagons back and did like 2 damage.

Your orgasm came first, blinding white light clouded your vision as you squirt all over Radagons cock, your head falling back.

Radagon groaned as he came, stuffing your cunt full of his cum.

If you get pregnant then they'll have to expand the family tree.

Marika has too many damn kids.

Anyways :3

This was your first time with them so they didn't want to push you too far.

[demigoddessqueens]

MESSMER SMUT

a/n - my first ever fic for Elden Ring 🫣 and it’s smut

MDNI, 18+, SMUT, NSFW

Read here on my ao3

[dhnrys]

Ides of Gold - Messmer x Original Female Character

In a time where the Golden Lineage once reigned supreme, a powerful and enigmatic force known as the Greater Will takes notice of an unsuspecting Tarnished woman. With its remaining might, the Greater Will transports her through the fabric of time itself, back to an era when the Lands Between and the Realm of Shadow existed in harmonious balance. Her purpose? To prevent the catastrophic Shattering that would ultimately bring ruin to both realms and trap the Golden Lineage in an endless cycle of death and rebirth. However, upon her arrival in this long-forgotten age, the woman finds herself stripped of all memories from her past life, a blank slate amid the swirling tides of fate. What she does possess is the incredible power of Grace, an intangible force that draws the attention of both demigods and mere mortals alike. Some see her as a potential ally, while others view her as a threat to the established order. Regardless, her very existence sets in motion a chain of events that will reshape the foundations of this ancient world forever...

As she stood before the towering Erdtree, fully prepared to accept her role as Elden Lord with her arms and teeth bared in defiance against Ser Margott, The Fell Omen, an invisible force plucked her away from the constraints of known time. She thrashed and cursed, gnawing at the air as she fought against the being's unrelenting grasp, but it remained unphased by her futile struggles. Every muscle in her body strained against the invisible hold as she was forcefully pulled into a new realm beyond her understanding.

 And in that moment, she knew that her fate had been sealed by forces far greater than any mortal could comprehend.

The deafening crack shattered the stillness, sending waves of sorrow coursing through her. She was consumed by a blinding light, as if all her blood had turned to gold. Memories of her past and present were swept away, leaving behind a blank slate. The Tarnished woman hung in the palm of the Greater Will, caught between life and death, her eyes flickering with conflicting shades of gold and amethyst. Her body spasmed as it tried to make sense of its own destruction and rebirth.

“Thou art a struggler through and through, even in the grasp of divinity.” A chuckle escaped the creature’s throat as it observed the woman.

She had a spark in her soul—a bright flame that was fueled by various influences, and the Greater Will admired such determination in mortals. As the god spoke, a low rumble resonated from its palm with each word. Finally, the woman's eyes settled into a deep shade of violet with golden rings around the iris.

She used her own palms to support herself as she slowly pushed herself upwards, gathering in whatever surroundings she could see. “What is this place?”

“Paradise. Home. Prison,” Her body stiffened at the realization that she was not alone. “For which does thou’st choose, I wonder?”

As she lifted her gaze, the woman was met with a breathtaking sight. Countless golden trees stretched out into the distance, their leaves shimmering like fragments of sunlight. Above and below, stars twinkled in the endless expanse of the sky, creating an ethereal atmosphere. The woman couldn't help but gasp at the surreal beauty surrounding her; it felt as though she had been transported to the very edge of existence, where all possibilities merged into one. Despite her fear and uncertainty, she couldn't deny the awe that filled her being. Surely, the person who had brought her here would reveal their intentions soon enough, but for now she allowed herself to be swept away by the wonder of this mysterious place.

“Thou…wants something of me, I presume?” Her voice was smooth and velvety, like freshly woven silk or a dollop of warm honey being delicately stirred into a cup of steaming tea on a cold winter's day. Each word she spoke felt like a gentle caress, soothing and comforting.

“Ah,” A cruel laugh echoed through its core, and she could feel it deep within her being. It was at that moment when the true weight of the situation hit her, and a sense of overwhelming fear washed over her. She could only bow her head and clench her jaw tightly, feeling the faint taste of blood in her mouth from biting down so hard.

“Curious thou are—very well, then, I shall tell thee what yer purpose be.”

Silence enveloped them, stretching on for what felt like an eternity. She could sense the creature's gaze piercing into her, until it finally broke the stillness by speaking. “I am neither ally nor foe to thee in thou’st mundane conquests, I simply wish to see that ordered be restored upon the lands in which ye shall reside.”

“And what has one, such as I, done to be granted such an audience as grand as thee? Amongst that which observes with eyes scattered across infinite lifetimes?” She said back, swallowing the lump in her throat, bracing whatever may come next.

Another rumble, almost like a laugh, echoed throughout her entire being. “Thou’st provide adequate entertainment. Perhaps I should keep ye here as companion to me, this seemeth better than what journey ye must take.”

“…But if I were to refuse thi—”

“Thy first mistake was to assume that this was a request or that thou haveth say in the matter, little Tarnished.”

She pursed her lips, deep in thought. It was clear that this situation was beyond her reach - it was outside of her capabilities to handle or escape from. “You seek to use me as thine own puppet, then?”

“No,” She couldn't tear her eyes away from the looming figure above her, even though every instinct urged her to do so. The creature's eyes bore into hers, a mesmerizing mix of fear and fascination. It was as if she was being pulled into a world of shimmering stars and endless possibilities, but at the same time, she felt a sense of danger lurking beneath the surface. She was torn between wanting to escape and wanting to stay entranced by this unknown being.

“Thou are to be what thou are, nothing more nor less.”

Her lips parted, but the creature continued to speak. “Ye will not remember this but know that I bestow upon thee my own blessings—thine own power to wield as thou’st see fit. Ye will not remember, but thou will learn as if it is all you ever knew.

She wanted to speak, to make sense of the swirling chaos around her. But as she opened her mouth, flashes of familiar and unfamiliar colors overwhelmed her senses. Memories of a place and time that had been torn apart and rearranged filled her mind, leaving behind an unrecognizable canvas. She was caught between wanting to remember and wanting to forget.

Read the rest HERE - sporadic updates :)

[prismatic-starstuff]

actually seeing bonfirevn's video where he literally stripped messmer naked has only even further cemented my need to have messmer bouncing on my strap with his pretty eye all wide and his lovely lips all parted as those massive hands of his grip my own and he whimpers at the blissful feeling of the pleasure he's spent so much of his long life denying himself because he feels unworthy of such luxuries as intimacy

[eldenbiscuit]

That time the Tarnished took a bath in the Shadow Keep district and accidentally broke Messmer

- Small comic by me

- Portrait of Messmer done as part of our instructor’s request to use his artwork printouts and transform them into a different character. I don’t normally post studies because I am uncomfortable not knowing where he sources them but I thought I’d share this one as it’s Messmer. :3

- credit to @glassbirdfeather for suggesting I show active damage XD

[philistiniphagottini]

Embrace of Messmer's Flame

Elden Ring hoes, come out from whence ye hide. There is smut a plenty. Dither not, come out say I.

In all seriousness, I've been getting back into Elden Ring and you can bet I am enchanted by Messmer so much that I had to write something for him. Hope you enjoy :)

cw. smut, fingering (fem receiving), squirting, light bondage, female reader, MDNI

“Ahh, Messmer…”

You tasted his name on your tongue, letting it sit in your mouth like cloyingly sweet honey as it warmed your parched throat. You squirmed in your Lord’s lap, your bare back nestled to his chest as the heat he radiated warmed your skin, searing hot flames licking along the notches of your spine. Your lips parted around harsh pants, the air permeating the throne room stuffy as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. Small puffs of air stemmed from your bruised lips and goosebumps prickled along your arms despite the stifling heat coiling low in the pit of your stomach. You sucked down a harsh gasp when you felt Messmer’s hands trail along your body, naked flesh so pliant under his firm touch as his nails ghosted along your shivering frame. 

A pleased hum stirred in Messmer’s throat, a single, golden eye gleaming in the dim light as he watched your body twitch with rapt attention. His fingers walked along your torso as your hands scrambled for purchase in his lap, your smaller frame completely engulfed in his shadow. Your hands curled around the tops of his sturdy thighs, fingers mindlessly digging into his soft skin as you tried to keep yourself seated in his lap. Your shoulders almost jumped up to your ears when you felt his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear, tongue flickering between the seam of his lips as he cooed your name in a husky tone. 

“My, thou doth squirm so impatiently” Messmer noted, his tongue clicking behind his teeth. “Thou wisheth to be coddled so?”

You nodded along dumbly to his words, stuffing your trembling lips between your teeth as you idly chewed on the plump skin. The heat in your body continued to spike, the hot knot in the pit of your stomach twisting tighter as Messmer’s large hands squeezed your soft belly until the pudge spilled over between the splayed digits. You let go of your kiss swollen lips when you felt cool scales brush against your boiling skin, the soft flicker of a forked tongue tickling your thigh and making you tense. The snakes bound to Messmer started to slowly coil around your body, smooth scales wrapping around your skin as they twisted and weaved their serpentine bodies between your legs. The red scales were pressed so tight to your skin it looked like they were adorned to your flesh, their bodies constricting tighter the more you struggled. They were content to warm their cold scales on your heated skin as your legs were coaxed further apart, your sticky thighs slipping when you tried to press them together again. 

Your soused lashes fluttered over your warm cheeks as a soft whimper bubbled up your throat, heart thundering in your chest and pulse droning like the beat of a drum in your ears. Beads of your arousal dripped down the trembling insides of your legs, your scent so thick and heavy Messmer could taste it on the back of his tongue with every breath he took. He nudged his nose into your soft hair, wisps of his flaming locks tickling your cheeks as he leaned forward and slipped his hand betwixt your supple thighs. You moaned sweetly for him as his fingers brushed along the dripping seam of your cunt, your arousal pooling into the palm of his hand as his fingers toyed with the puffy folds. A noise of content rumbled in his chest, his voice vibrating along your back with pleasant tingles as he dipped the tips of his fingers into your creamy folds. 

“Hmm, flowing like a river…”

You whined as his fingers pushed against your silky lips, your wet pussy opening up like a delicate flower in bloom as nectar dribbled from your core. A constellation of unshed tears clung to the edges of your lashes, a wet sob threatening to crawl out of your throat from his addictive touch. Your head was stuffed full with so much cotton that you could barely think past the thick haze swirling in your mind, your dazed eyes lidded as you watched your Lord play with the pretty pearl of your clit until you were mewling from the want that seared your insides. He hushed you as his free hand crawled back over your chest, your head tipping back as he rested the palm of his hand against the hollow of your throat. A warm chuckle breezed past his lips as his fingers tipped your chin, causing your mouth to snap shut and stem the flow of drool that was leaking from your lips. You felt a flush of embarrassment. But the only sound that was wrenched from your spit soaked lips was one of bliss as a thick finger sank into your fluttering hole. 

Your grip on his legs tightened as you arched up into his touch, hips shuddered as they canted forward into the push of his finger. Your plush walls clenched around the intrusion, your pussy drooling and slobbering filthily as it tried to hungrily swallow more. The heat coiled and twisted inside of you like an untamed inferno and your silent plea was answered when a second finger slipped inside of you. The audible squelch coming from between your legs made the tips of your ears burn red hot, your breath wavering as you were stretched around two thick digits. There was a light burning sensation at the apex of your thighs as you were scissored open, a third finger teasing your dripping hole as you squirmed. The snakes wound around your body constricted you further, controlling the cant of your hips as one contented itself with nudging its head into the soft skin of your round belly. 

“Hush, little culver” Messmer soothed. “Thy struggles shalt only entice them.”

Your sensitive walls fluttered around the press of his fingers as he soothed you further, the tension leaving your body as you were coaxed further into relaxing. The twin snakes eased their grip once you ceased your futile struggles, pleasure mounting in your belly as you fought to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. More slick dripped down the sides of Messmer’s fingers as he pushed them deeper, pressing against the soft, gummy patch inside of you that had stars swirling in your vision. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as he pressed further still, reaching the most sacred parts of you that no one else had touched. Your chest heaved with exertion, tits bouncing eagerly into the touch of Messmer’s hand as he groped a soft breast and squeezed. A noise of curiosity chimed in your ear as Messmer leaned over you, watching his fingers disappear between your silky folds with a lidded gaze. You couldn’t contain the shudder that wracked your spine, a high pitched moan falling from your parted lips when the pert bud of your nipple was pinched between deft fingers. Your fingers clawed at his legs as your thighs quivered and the snakes softly hissing below you threatened to constrict you once more if you continued to wriggle.

“My Lord” you rasped, voice barely above a breathy whisper. “I don’t think…”

Your voice trailed off as you swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue. You don’t think he heard your wavering voice as he continued to pump his fingers inside your swollen cunt, fingers kissing your cervix with each slow roll of his wrist. You tried to clamp your legs shut around his thick wrist, desperately wanting to keep his fingers pressed against the hot nerves that shocked you like a live wire. But you were thwarted by Messmer’s dear snakes as your legs were forced further apart. You were helpless as you felt every torturous drag, the tips of Messmer’s fingers tingling as he familiarised himself with the spongy patch deep inside of you. A sound akin to a hiss whistled through his teeth as his fingers pushed against the opening of your womb, your pussy trembling as he bullied his fingers into the tender spot until something inside of you felt like it was going to break. You babbled nonsense, incoherent words flying from your lips as the pressure inside of you boiled over and the coil in your stomach shattered. 

You writhed in Messmer’s lap, his name lodged in the back of your throat as your veins were flooded with white hot relief. Your plush walls squeezed his fingers snug, overstimulated clit kicking weakly against the press of his thumb as the tightly packed bundle of nerves flushed under his firm touch. A rush of slick juices squirted from your sore cunt, strings of translucent fluid webbing between Messmer’s fingers as crystalline tears shimmered in your hazy eyes. Your hips twitched, your body unable to decide whether to shy away or lean into his touch. Your mind was too fuzzy to focus on anything other than the simmering heat building up inside of you yet again, the rough texture of his accursed fingers splitting open the folds of your pussy driving every single nerve in your body into overdrive. However, you were offered a reprieve when Messmer decided to relent and give your poor, mortal flesh time to recover. 

You whined when he removed his fingers from you with a loud pop, your pussy clenching around nothing and mourning the loss of being stuffed full. Beads of sweat dotted your clammy skin, lungs pinching in your chest as you greedily gulped down air. Your bones resonated with a deep and satisfied ache as Messmer’s hand came to rest on your throat once more, fingers wrapped around your fragile neck, not hard enough to choke but firm enough to keep you grounded to this realm of existence. 

“Good girl” Messmer praised, lips brushing against your temple. 

The tips of your fingers felt numb as you felt one of the snakes bunt its head against your palm, resting its face into the warm touch of your hand as a curious tongue tasted the perspiration dotting your skin. Messmer pushed a sticky finger past the seam of your lips, your moans vibrating against his skin as he pressed the digit down on your tongue. A pleasant shiver itched at the base of your skull as you tasted your arousal on his skin, lazily sucking as the lingering heat of your explosive high still simmered in your veins, body burning and silently hungry for your lord to give you more. 

[faewrenbird]

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[alislandale]

Messmer x Tarnished fic - Echoes of the Forsaken - Finished!!!

So for the first time in my life I have finally FINISHED an actual fic and it's only 35 chapters long hahahahan't I have a problem.

So if you want to read some Messmer romance and smut you can check it out HERE

Thank you all who supported this all through my Messmer brainrot. New or old reader, I'm always more than eager to hear what you think, so feel free to give me shout whenever you want :D I can not express enough how grateful I am to all of you.

(and in case you want to read another Messmer fic that is a bit more smutty I also got that for you HERE)

[trulyumai]

Changing Your Mind

pairing: Messmer the Impaler / Reader

Synopsis: ever worried for your husband, you bring up his behavior. only to be taken into the jaws of ambition and flames

warnings: arguing, smut(kinda)

Enjoy!

“mess?” a sleepy mumble erupted the flame out of the thoughts. war fallen memories rattled about his brain.

“mmh?” long fingers swiped across the girls face, pushing back the hair that tickled her cheeks.

“you’ve been.. ah, distant, lately,” his wife shifted, moved more into his palm as he lay beside her, form sprawled out and open.

“how so?” red brows furrowed with a tight confusion, the knight tried to recall recent moments with his dear wife, to make her assume such a silly thought.

“you come home late,” she whispered

“very late.” wide eyes stared back into his squinted ones.

confusion etched upon his features as his fingers were pushed away from the woman’s face.

never before had he felt such a burn of a touch; felt the sizzle of despair nip at his vision.

seeing his wife so worried; scared over nothing.

“ah, that’s what thou is pradling over—

“don’t. I’m being serious, Messmer,”

“As am I,” he shot back.

The woman sat up, crossed her arms over her night gown with a huff.

“now, wife, please.” He wanted to reach out— feel her soft skin against his but the fear of rejection was strong.

“are you unhappy with us… me?”

Her lip wobbled with an uncontrollable sadness, and Messmer wanted to bathe in flames once more.

“No… no! Don’t be silly, my darling,”

No longer caring, the man engulfed her form, placing both large hands upon her delicate face, circling the sides entirely.

“Please understand.. I.. I cannot say, but it’s for the good of the order, for the good of us hm?,”

She looked at him, stress sinking into her orbs.

“How can you expect me to be so complacent?”

“I expect you to trust me.” A gasp filled the air, small, but powerful enough to startle the maroon haired man.

“That’s not fair. That’s not..” huffing the girl pushed away, resisted against her husbands clingy hands.

“Please, lovely!”

Standing now she stood above the lanky form that clung onto her like a bee on honey.

His pale fingers roped their way into her gown, twisting it with persistence.

With shaking hands he tried to get her to look at him, gain her attention to his sincerity, honesty.

“I’m gonna sleep downstairs,” she mumbled, already grabbing at the wool cover that sat atop their bed.

Quick, strong fingers met her hand half way. They squeezed and pulled until she sat atop the man; looking daringly down at him.

“How dare you!”

“How dare I?” He bit back. Over this entirely, the man ignored her pushes, the shoves made upon him.

Instead he pulled her only closer, until the sweet scent of her graced his senses once more.

“Wife, listen—listen!”

Both hands caught in his giant fist, she realized it was useless to hold such a fight with the knight of flames.

So her form slumped, granting him the victory that he sook persistently.

“I’ve don’t nothing to dishonor thou— I swear in mine own honor— my heart, my life.”

Messmer shook with a new fear; he didn’t want to displease her, say the wrong thing to have her leaving him again.

“I— I,”

How weak the flame must have looked.

How shameful it must be, to be on the brink of tears, in front of your own wife, shaking like a leaf upon the ground.

Seeing how emotional her husband had gotten, she sighed.

It was never her wishes to upset him so.

She was worried; stressed that her flame was in trouble with the capital. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“I’m sorry.”

Messmers shoulders were soon covered by her arms, they wrapped tightly, warmly around his bulging frame.

“No I—hah, I’m sorry, dear wife. It seems I’m no good with mine own words.” A chuckle left his tensed lips, holding no humor, only a deep tone with drifting eyes.

“That’s okay, makes two of us, mmh?” Her skin; so soft against his own.

Her forehead bumped against his, with Messmers nose brushing against her smaller one.

“You’re not mad?” His voice, barely above a whisper met with her ears.

His wife shook her head adoringly, hair sweeping her face side to side.

He smiled, the ball of stress that had crossed its way in the expansion of his chest dissipated. He could breathe normally without a thick pain shooting out.

“I just love you, I worry, you see.”

A deep laugh sounded out, this one held a bit of humor to it.

“Darling, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Your husband is strong, you know.”

“Oh hush,” she giggled, pushing against the man with a light touch.

The bed creaked out as Messmer sat back.

Now lying down he could admire his wife in the shadows of the moonlight.

How it lit up her features perfectly.

Those soft eyes

The flowing hair that reached down her back

To the perfect shape and curves that made up her body.

All his to worship and glorify until the end of days.

He shuddered, already feeling hot from the lust that overcame him easily.

His wife was no fool. She saw the way he obsessed over every crevice of her form that lay on him, as she caressed and smoothed over every scar, every raised bump on his skin.

How he shamefully inched his fingertips down, down, and—

“Wife,” he groaned.

“Let me have you, please.”

To have such a man before you, begging to make love to you was a power trip no one could imagine.

It made her stomach wind up in a coil; hot and tight enough for her legs to squeeze out in protest.

“Please,” he called out again, already sitting up to dig his nose into her neck.

Kissing and licking the skin around her shoulder.

“Yea— ah, yes, please.”

With her head tilted back, messmers hips bucked forward, earning a high pitched moan to erupt from the beauty before him.

“I will have you,” a kiss upon her chest

A bite upon her stomach.

“I’ll consume you, until all is mine. Over, and over again.”

A moan escaped her closed lips, as the knights fingers found their way to her exposed mound, already seeking the warm center.

The bickering was forgotten; for the flame and his darling wife had found a new reason to occupy their minds.

And cease the ever rising stresses that eased upon the lands.

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A/N:

Dude yet again distracts her from the tensions building up in the capital.

Poor girl has no ideaaaaaaaaaaa. But I don’t blame her, big scary man is easy to be distracted by. Also?? bro cannot stand the thought of her being upset at him, what a chuuuump hehehhe

[vivid-but-vague]

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