#messmer smut

[eldenbiscuit]

Finally found that prattling pate in the Impaler’s Catacombs

[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

[6saints]

If I had a nickel for every time I fell in love with a character that loses an eye I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice.

[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

[faewrenbird]

First post! I suppose I’ll start by advertising a recent fic of mine!

I write all sorts of things. Made a name for myself with My Hero Academia fic, but have also written other anime and gaming fics, as well as an original monster-love piece. Recent hyperfixation has been Elden Ring. I love, love, love this fic and was inspired by beautiful art to write it. Please enjoy!

[eldenbiscuit]

POV: you abandoned here your filter 😔

[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)

[vivid-but-vague]

Messmer Fic Masterlist

Here are the links to each chapter :)

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[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

[lordrandreaming]

whatchall's opinon, what do you want more.. (Aka im writing both but i want to know-)