#this is peak male physique

[mydadleft471]

An Ailing Heart, A Shimmering Soul

Summary: Another Tarnished invades the Shadow Keep and Messmer takes care of them. But something seems off this time. You comfort him when he is most vulnerable.

Spoilers, per usual, for Elden Ring and Shadow of the Erdtree. Warnings for descriptions of violence and a slight amount of spice wink wonk ;D (I've never wrote anything spicy please go easy on my ass, I'm so down bad)

I had two requests, one from the lovely @asianbutnotjapanese and the other from anonymous, and I thought they'd go so well together! I'll link the posts here and here! Thank you both for the requests! I love writing comfort for this lanky man.

As always, thank you for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting! It makes my day every single time!

Another Tarnished had invaded the Shadow Keep today. This one made it to Messmer himself. Many others found themselves terribly outmatched by his many knights and guards.

You waited patiently in Messmer’s chamber for him to return victorious, just as he had done a multitude of times before. Fiddling with your hands, you tried to drown out the screams and thudding from the room adjacent to Messmer’s, but your thoughts did little to distract you. Your mind wandered, as it always did in these moments: would he come back from this fight?

You shook your head. Of course he would. He was a mighty demigod with more than his mother’s wishes to fight for now. He had you. It was something he whispered into your hair when you lay huddled against his massive form in his bed. You were drifting on the very edge of sleep when his voice, silky and smooth, cut through the silence.

“I will return to thee, beloved consort. This I shall promise.”

Your heart had flipped in your chest. You knew he meant it and he never went back on his word.

The large door creaking open interrupted the sweet memory. Pushing yourself off the bed, you stepped timidly until Messmer came into view.

Blood adorned his chest like rubies and his eye was glued to the floor. He had left his spear in the previous room.

You hurry towards him. “Are you hurt?” You grab his hands and clutch them tightly.

“Merely scratched and covered in blood that is not my own.” He sounds tired.

Carefully, you lead him over to his ornate washroom. He doesn’t say anything as you pull him behind you like dead weight. Even his serpents stay still as they’re perched on his shoulders. Dropping his hands, you hurry to grab some bath salts he likes and a fluffy towel. You turn the faucet and the tub begins to fill with warm water. Pouring some of the salts in and swirling them around, the room begins to smell sweetly of jasmine and vanilla. 

Looking back at your lover, you notice that he watches you tiredly. His eye droops and he doesn’t stand as tall as usual.

“Do you need help taking your armor off?” He merely nods in response, so you get to work.

You stretch your arms up to take off his helmet and he bows his head. You set it on the table behind you and comb your fingers through some of the rebellious strands of red. Carefully raising the cloak he wears, you allow the serpents to wiggle out of it before undoing the clasp and letting it fall to the floor behind him. Moving around him, you work on the various buckles on his armor and before long, it joins his cloak in a bloody, crumpled heap. 

“Come, my love,” you call out to him and his eye shimmers in response. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You take his hand and gently guide him into the bath, letting him go as slowly as he needs to. Once he settles into the warm water, he lets out a sigh of relief. You tilt his head back and pour water over his hair, just as you have done many times before. It’s become a daily thing to wash his hair and body. He loves the tenderness in every touch you lay upon him.

You begin to massage some of his favorite shampoo into his fiery locks. You take your time ensuring his scalp has been thoroughly washed and thread your fingers through the tips of his hair. He shudders and shivers in pleasure. 

You want to ask what’s wrong. He’s come back from fights exhausted and worried, but he’s never looked so dejected. Perhaps the fight was too close for his liking? When you took off his armor minutes earlier, you hadn’t seen any new bruises or wounds on his body, so that couldn’t be it. The Tarnished that came to his Keep enraged him, sure, especially if they had hurt any of his men, but they had never made him like this.

“Messmer?” His eye opens slightly. “What’s bothering you?”

“Whatever dost thou mean?” His voice is dejected and quiet.

“Did something happen during your fight?” You tilt his head back and wash the shampoo from his hair.

“‘Tis nothing. Thou needn’t worry.”

You sigh. “I thought we talked about this, about being open with each other. If something is bothering you, I want to help.”

He reaches for your hand and you gladly give it to him. He turns it over in his hand, seemingly marveling at how small yours is compared to his. He kisses your knuckles and moves your hand so you cup his cheek.

“That Tarnished held the belief that I was keeping thee prisoner here.” 

Your mouth hangs open. “Prisoner? My love, no! I’m happy here.”

“They did not thinkest so. Perhaps they imagined themself a protector, like I.”

“Messmer,” you make him look at you. “I stay here because I want to. I stay here because I love you. Okay?”

“I had never felt rage such as that. I lost myself.” He admits.

“I’d be angry too. It’s okay.”

He lets out a shuddering breath and a golden tear streaks its way down his pale cheek. You reach out to brush it away.

“I do not deserve thee, beloved. I am naught but a cursed monster.”

“You are so much more than that. I don’t care if you’re cursed.” You pull away from him and pour a generous amount of conditioner into your hands. You gently apply it to his hair. 

“You make me truly happy. I hope you know that.” You whisper those words into his ear.

“I shall try to remember that.”

You wash away the conditioner and wrap your arms around his shoulders, not caring about how the water soaks through your clothes. He grabs one of your hands and holds it. You lay a light kiss on his neck and he shudders again.

“Do you want me to wash your body, my love?” You ask into his hair.

“Please.”

“Okay.” You smile and unwind yourself from him.

You gather some soap and begin to lather it on his shoulders. You take your time and even knead out some of the knots in his back as you go. He lets out small gasps and you can see that his ears are a bright red almost rivaling his hair. You raise his arms from the water and squeeze his arms, feeling his muscles. He shoots you a look and you quickly look away, continuing to wash him as he requested. You tilt his head back, sweetly sweeping your hands across his neck and travel down to his collarbones, giving them the same treatment as the rest of his body.

“I ask thee stop this teasing.” His eye is screwed shut.

“Oh shush. You like this.”

“Perhaps.” You smirk.

Continuing down his body, you lather his chest in soap and delicately make your way to his stomach. He visibly tenses at this and you shoot him a puzzled look.

“Thou’rt cruel indeed. Continuing may force my hand.” He warns you, his eye shimmering a bright gold.

Oh. Oh.

As much as you would love to indulge in him, right now he needs comfort. You nod, face blushing as red as his, and you begin to wash away any remaining bubbles kissing his skin. Grabbing a fluffy towel, you wordlessly hand it to him and he stands. You tear your gaze away from him as he dries off and try to keep your thoughts decent. You go fetch his favorite robe from his chambers and grab his brush from where it sits on his bedside table. 

When you return, he’s sitting on the plush chair in front of the large vanity he had made for you. You offer him his robe and turn around, waiting for him to dress himself. He clears his throat and you turn around.

“Would you let me do your hair tonight?”

“If it would make thee happy.”

“Always. I love taking care of you.” That earns you a loving smile.

You begin to brush away any tangles he has, but since you’ve been giving his hair regular maintenance, it’s become easier to manage. The bristles gently scratch against his scalp and he lets out a pleased hum. You have such a lovable demigod.

Once you’ve ensured his hair is soft and smooth, you part his hair down the middle. You can see him watching you in the mirror. 

“I think you would look stunning in braids.”

He shakes his head. “Braids are intended for nobility and those with honor.”

“You’re a demigod, my love.”

He opens his mouth to say something but he stops when he sees you standing behind him with your hands on your hips, daring him to refuse you. “There is no sense in arguing with thee, it seems.”

“You are correct.” He rolls his eye. You were so stubborn.

Staring on the left side, you take three small strands and delicately weave them together. His hair is easy to work with and within a few minutes, you have a tiny braid.

You hold out your finished work. “Hold this, please.” He does as you ask, and you almost chuckle at the sight of him concentrating on keeping it pinched between his fingers.

Moving to the right side, you do the exact same thing. Strands of red dance in and out and soon, you have another braid. You admire your work.

You take the first braid from him with a small thank you and carefully lay them down on his head, making them join at the ends. It creates an oval-like shape and emits an air of importance. You grab a small hand-held mirror from the table in front of him and give it to him. He stands and faces away from the vanity, repositioning the tiny mirror so he could see the beautiful, yet simple, job you did. He eye crinkles and he seems to like it.

“Thou hast done a wonderful job. I thank thee, beloved.” 

You take the small mirror from him and return it to the vanity table. You gesture for him to sit, which he does without protest.

“Your serpents deserve braids too.” He chuckles and his companions look at you with wide eyes.

You open the drawer of the vanity and pull out two tiny braids made from some fabric. You had been practicing with these so your braids would look perfect.

The serpents come closer and you gently lay the strand of fabric on them. They shake a little at first, then flick their tongues excitedly.

“I think they look handsome, don’t you think, Messmer?”

He throws his head back and laughs. “They look quite ridiculous.” The serpents hiss.

You gently pat them both and they nuzzle into your touch. “Don’t listen to him. You both look wonderful.”

In truth, they did look a little silly, but they seemed proud to wear braids like their master.

“Thou always tends to my ailing soul, beloved.” He kisses the top of your head.

“Proud to serve, my Lord.” He rolls his eye at the use of his title.

He scoops your hands up in his and gazes into your eyes tenderly. “I shall say it now for fear that thou dost not realize: thou art free. Wherever thy soul wishes to roam, thou mayest go. I only request that thou returnest to me safe.”

You shake your head. This man. You lean up on your tiptoes and he bridges the gap, placing a loving kiss on your lips. There is no rush, no fight for dominance, just the both of you existing in the same space. Your hearts swell in admiration for one another.

There is nowhere else you’d rather be.

[cleo-serotonin]

[damnwhattaman]

Youngin

[eye4muscle]

Built not born, Bobby Mazzara

[woulduplease]

Wesley Vissers

[nathanbates]

[designernishiki]

i still can't get over the haruka boob-staring heat mechanic in that one air hockey mission in y5. like what in the world was that supposed to imply except that haruka likes women??? that's the only explanation i can think of (and now im thinking of a kiryu version in which he just stares at a man's cleavage or ass and gains heat from that djejdj)

OKAY FOR REAL I WAS GONNA MENTION THAT IN MY TAGS BUT I WASNT 100% SURE IF I WAS IMAGINING THINGS OR NOT hdshhsdjjsjc when my friend and I first noticed that mechanic we both kinda looked at each other like. oh so this girl’s REALLY not straight. oh honey

[biceptopia]

Yes PLEASE!

@biceptopia

[damnwhattaman]

Double 💪🏼

[eye4muscle]

Roman Begass

[woulduplease]

Ryan Moore

[woulduplease]

Adam Charlton

[malegayse]

Kevin (clark.kvnt)

[growthhyp]

I would love to see if this guy have swim trunks or speedo at this garage sale

The Blue Swim Trunks

The sun beat down relentlessly, casting a warm glow over the assorted jumble of goods sprawled across the cracked asphalt of the garage sale. You squinted against the glare, your eyes scanning over the faded T-shirts and chipped porcelain figurines, searching for the perfect beach outfit that would surely catch the eye of your crush. The air had the scent of BBQ from the neighbors' house, mingling with the faint aroma of dust and the occasional whiff of gasoline. You'd been planning this day meticulously, hoping it would be the perfect opportunity to finally make a move.

As you perused the racks of clothing, a deep, resonant voice rumbled beside you, "What would you like to purchase?" Glancing over, you found yourself face-to-chest with a man whose muscular physique seemed to have been chiseled by the gods themselves. His biceps bulged, and his chest was a landscape of defined peaks and valleys, tapering down to a waist that looked as if it had been sculpted by a master craftsman.

You had picked this garage sale specifically because you had heard rumors of a man like him running it, and now, standing so close, you couldn't help but wonder if he had a treasure trove of swim trunks or speedos that had been tailored to hug every contour of his muscular form. "I'm actually looking for a swim trunks or a speedo," you replied, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice. The muscular man's eyes lit up with understanding, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Come with me," he said, his tone warm and inviting.

He led you through the maze of tables, each one laden with clothes that had seen better days. You felt a strange thrill as he parted the sea of fabric, revealing a table with an assortment of swimsuits. There were board shorts, trunks, and even a few speedos, their bright colors popping against the dull backdrop of the garage. The muscular man's hand hovered over the pile, as if presenting you with a buffet of male allure. "Pick anything you like," he said, his smile growing wider. You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Your gaze locked onto a pair of blue swim trunks. They were simple yet striking, the color reminding you of the ocean you'd soon be splashing in with your friends. You picked them up, feeling the soft material in your hands. They looked good, and as you held them up to your slim waist, they didn't seem too small or too large. You had always been self-conscious about your body, knowing you didn't have the same bulk as the muscular man, but your low body fat did give you a bit of an edge when it came to showing off your abs. The thought of your crush noticing sent a thrill down your spine.

"How much for these?" you asked, your voice a little shaky with excitement. The muscular man's eyes crinkled with amusement as he said, "Just five bucks." You couldn't believe your luck. You eagerly pulled out the money from your wallet, ready to seal the deal.

But before you could hand over the cash, he suggested, "Why don't you try them on first? Make sure they fit right. I've got a makeshift changing room right over here." He gestured to a flimsy screen set up in the corner of the garage, a curtain of plastic sheets fluttering in the breeze. You nodded, your heart racing with the anticipation of feeling those swim trunks hug your body.

The makeshift dressing room was small and stuffy, the plastic walls echoing with the sounds of the garage sale outside. You stepped in and closed the curtain, your hands shaking slightly as you unbuttoned your shorts. The blue swim trunks felt cool against your skin as you slid them on, and for a moment, you felt a bit like you were trying on a costume, playing dress-up as a more confident version of yourself. The waistband sat comfortably, hugging your hips in a way that made you feel… powerful.

But as you pulled the trunks up, you noticed that the fabric around your crotch was a bit too loose, as if stretched by the previous owner's more generous endowment. You couldn't help but feel a pang of envy for the muscular man who had surely filled these out perfectly. You took a deep breath and shrugged it off, focusing on the fact that they fit well everywhere else.

As you turned to take them off, something strange happened. A warm sensation began to build in your groin, your cock swelling to life as if the swim trunks had a magic all of their own. The fabric tightened around you, and before you could react, a moan of pure pleasure slipped from your lips. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and embarrassment, the sound echoing in the small space. You froze for a moment, unsure of what was happening to your body.

Dropping to your knees, your hand automatically went to cover your now rock-hard cock, which was tenting the blue swim trunks dramatically. Each throb sent a jolt of sensation through your body, growing stronger and more intense with every pulse. The material stretched and strained against your length, the pressure exquisite and almost unbearable. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the sudden transformation.

You looked down at your body, and in the dim light, you noticed your muscles bulging, each one growing more defined with every grunt and moan. Your chest swelled, the fabric of your shirt tightening as your pectorals pushed against it, begging to break free. Your biceps and triceps grew larger, the veins on your arms popping out like a roadmap to pleasure. Your abs rippled, becoming more pronounced as if you had just stepped out of a magazine cover photoshoot.

The swim trunks strained against your thighs, the material stretching to contain the newfound power in your legs. Your shoulders broadened, and your deltoids puffed up like pillows, making you feel like you could bench press the car parked outside if you wanted to. The feeling was surreal, like you were watching someone else's body change before your very eyes. The grunts grew louder, and the throbbing in your cock grew stronger, sending waves of ecstasy through your entire being.

Your shirt, unable to withstand the sudden influx of muscle, began to split at the seams. The fabric ripped apart with a sound like tearing paper, exposing the new landscape of your chest to the stale air of the garage. You watched in amazement as your body filled out the swim trunks, the waistband now fitting snugly, the bulge in the front now a proud declaration of your newfound masculinity.

The tension grew unbearable, and you couldn't hold back the wave of pleasure any longer. You felt your cock throb and swell, and with a final grunt, you came. The warmth spread through the fabric, soaking the blue material with a torrent of cum. It felt like a release, not just of physical tension, but of something deeper, something that had been building inside you for ages. As you moaned and squirted, you felt a rush of confidence surge through your body. For the first time, you truly believed that you had what it took to make your crush notice you.

With the climax subsiding, you looked down at the mess you'd made in the swim trunks, but instead of feeling embarrassed, you felt empowered. You inspected your new form, flexing your muscles in the mirror that hung precariously on the makeshift changing room wall. The trunks clung to your bulging thighs and now-massive cock, which looked like it was straining for release. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling like you'd just unlocked some secret superpower.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling the last of your inhibitions melt away. The swim trunks, now sticky with cum, had transformed into a second skin that accentuated every curve and bulge of your newly enhanced body. You couldn't wait to show off at the beach, to strut along the shore with the confidence of a Greek god. The idea of your crush's eyes on you, admiring the changes, sent a shiver down your spine.

You looked down at the cum-soaked fabric and chuckled to yourself. "Definitely worth the five bucks," you murmured. With a newfound spring in your step, you stepped out of the dressing room, the plastic curtain swishing aside dramatically. The muscular man raised an eyebrow at the sight of you, his gaze lingering on the bulge in your trunks.

"They fit perfectly," you announced with a smirk, your voice now deeper and more assured. You handed him the money, and he took it with a knowing look. "Looks like they were made for you," he said, his eyes never leaving your crotch. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride at the comment.

The day of the beach outing arrived, and as you stepped out of your car, the swim trunks hugging your newly bulging frame, you couldn't help but feel like a million bucks. The ocean breeze kissed your skin, carrying the scent of salt and sunscreen. The beach was already a flurry of activity, your friends setting up towels and coolers. But amidst the sea of people, there was one who caught your eye.

Your crush, the sun-kissed goddess you've been dreaming about for what felt like an eternity, was walking towards you. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing like a drumline announcing your arrival. You took a deep breath and flexed your biceps subtly, the muscles straining against the fabric of your shirt, a silent declaration of your newfound power.

[enviousjam]

I haven't played Disco Elysium, but a guy at game night said that Harry du Bois is an example of peak male physique

[2d-beefcakes-my-beloveds]

YOU DIDN’T KNOW?!!!

Thorin Oakenshield, bit too tall and skinny for most dwarves, shorn beard of shame until he recovers his mountain and honor, basic ass braids with minimal beading, otherwise average looking by dwarven standards.

Bilbo Baggins “He is the most gorgeous being I have ever seen and I will climb that hunk like a tree”