#white-faced varre x reader

[burnedwriter]

upcoming fics

bloodborne

micolash x hunter!reader smut

summary:reader gets cornered by micolash and his puppets

elden ring

varre x Tarnished!reader smut

summary:giving head to varre

varre x Tarnished!reader angst

summary:varre finds the reader critically injured after killing a demi god and nurses them back to health.

Requests and asks are open!read pinned post for the rules if you want to request something!

[ma1dmer]

Elden Ring - White-Faced Varre NSFW

I am no longer ashamed of my medical malpractice kink

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he is very soft and nothing but diligent with his aftercare, he'll run you a warm bath, wash you gently and whisper praises in your ear as you relax.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): //fingers ,yes i am a comedian sometimes

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): absolutely adores the mess ,the filthier the better, he'll have you lick his fingers clean right after you or he cums on his hand.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): i think he’d be into some sort of dark roleplay, some cnc scenario where he acts as your corruptor and you give yourself freely to him, or maybe even put up a bit of a verbal fight.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): i think he has experience, knows exactly what makes things enjoyable and adjusts that knowledge to each person, its like a game trying to see which things click for each person. //I also believe it has to do with the fact he was a surgeon ,helping him know your body better than you know it as an ex doctor

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he likes the basics when it comes to the actual deed, he especially likes doggy where he can shove your face to the ground and tease you about how willing you are to get down on your knees and get filthy for him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he makes you laugh just so he can hear your voice crack into a moan or a gasp of pain/pleasure when he has you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): He keeps everything nicely trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he’ll woo you before bedding you, brush your hair out of your face with gentle gloved fingers, compliment you, lay down roses for you, foreplay matters a lot and its even sweeter when he can debauch you right after making your heart flutter, the way your eyes shine with adoration even when he might be dragging a blade down your body, its addicting.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): why should he do so when he can have you instead.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): dacryphilia, knife play, blood play, humiliation, sadomasochism etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): everywhere ,he truly is shameless in this regard, its both as a way to claim you, and because he loves the idea of you wanting this so much you are willing to do it everywhere, he'll tease you about being so naughty even if he himself made sure you are so into it

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): submission, having you fully put your trust in him , letting him guide you or indulging in his more “unsavory” interests. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): there is probably not a lot that he wouldn’t do or have you do.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he likes giving as much as receiving ,but does have a preference for having you beg for him while he torments you with his tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): torturously slow but not necessarily gentle.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he mostly does quickies as a way to punish you in a way, have you fast and hard ,finishing before you and leaving so you have to think of him and seek him out, plead with him to help you out, and if he is feeling kind that day who knows, he might help you after all he can't deny your sweet pleas

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): very into experimenting and especially good at convincing you to try out things, loves pushing you out of your comfort zone and always makes sure you are thoroughly rewarded for it

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he paces himself very well, almost always enjoys the heavy petting sessions as much as being inside you so its always a very long round, just one though , and always spaced out, so you have to seek him out

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he does, a large variety that has him always so indecisive ,what should he use next, how should he torment his sweet little lambkin, so many possibilities so many paths to take

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is horrible, he loves teasing you, he'll push you to tell him everything you want him to do to you while being entirely still inside you until you finally talk, and spill every embarrassing desire and fantasy you have

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): very very quiet, besides some gasps when he finishes and the things be tells you throughout to tease you, he is very quiet, unnervingly so

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i totally think he’d be into hate sex, having you angry and shouting at him, claiming to hate him while your body betrays your needs and wants

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): he is on the longer side with a slight curve that always hits your best spots, very cocky about it too

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he yearns a lot, but likes to keep himself in control of his needs, wants you to come to him rather than him having to chase you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he likes watching you, at your more relaxed when you are this comfortable next to him, it's truly a testament to your trust and he is honored, he spends hours simply watching yo and, running his fingers through your hair

[reverieparacosm]

May I request Yandere! Varré x GN! Tarnished general headcanons, thank you!

Yandere!Varré x GN!Tarnished general headcanons

Yandere!Varré (Elden Ring) x GN!Tarnished

Warnings: this text contains themes of emotional manipulation, jealousy, possessivenes, sadism, surveillance, stalking, and potential harm

Note: I am 100% sure that Varré is in a relationship with Mogh. Mogh should finally stop being creepy with his half-brother Miquella and get together with his true servant, Varré. (Edit: I played the dlc... I'm sorry Mogh. I take it back)

Varré is deeply devoted to you and would go to great lengths to ensure that you never feel lonely

He constantly seeks your company and showers you with affection and attention, making sure you are always surrounded by his presence

Due to his intense love for you, Varré believes that the best way to protect you and keep you close is by having you join the Mohgwyn Dynasty. He sees it as a way to solidify your bond and ensure your safety

"Our love of Lord Mohg will forever bind us together, in a dynasty of eternal love."

As a former war surgeon, Varré possesses extensive knowledge about medicine and healing

After battles, he takes great care in cleaning your wounds, applying the necessary treatments, and ensuring that you are not hurt or in pain. His skills and expertise make him incredibly efficient at nursing you back to health

Varré has strong reservations about the Roundtable and its potential dangers. He believes that it poses a threat to your safety and well-being, and as such, he becomes determined to convince you to leave it. He will employ various methods, ranging from persuasion to manipulation, in an effort to ensure your departure

"You have the sweetest screams."

Varré exhibits sadistic tendencies in his yandere nature

While he deeply cares for you, he also finds pleasure in exerting control and dominance over you, often through means of pain or psychological manipulation. This sadistic side of his personality can manifest during intimate moments or when he deems it necessary to discipline or protect you

He definitely has a Blood Kink

Varré watches you diligently to ensure your safety at all times. He keeps a close eye on your activities and surroundings, always vigilant for any potential threats or dangers that might come your way

 "Our love will bloom like a rose in full bloom, my sweet lambkin."

Varré has a deep fascination with roses and sees them as a symbol of his love for you

He frequently presents you with bouquets or single roses, carefully chosen and arranged

Varré is intensely possessive and becomes easily jealous when you interact with others

Whether it's a friendly conversation or a casual encounter, he perceives any attention you give to someone else as a threat to his connection with you

He loves to humiliate you

"You are but a pawn, to be used to serve my own selfish needs. You are nothing to me but a tool to further my own goals. So, shut up and do my bidding."

Varré is a master at manipulating your emotions to keep you deeply attached to him. He knows how to exploit your vulnerabilities and insecurities, using them to his advantage

He deeply values and treasures your body, and he desires for you to perceive yourself with the same admiration that he holds for you

His surroundings turn dull whenever he finds himself longing for your presence

You serve as a source of inspiration for him in a certain sense

He becomes excessively focused on you, desiring to uncover every aspect of your being as if he were delving beneath your surface and merging with you

He might even experience instability and express his affection for you through gestures such as sending love notes, creating artwork depicting you, and including the hearts of his rivals accompanied by a message suggesting they wished to give you their heart, which he facilitated

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Ya'll, i write for trans!reader and male!reader too (and gn!reader), my requests are open.

[lostgracestories]

Always, With You...

wc: 1.1k (HELP I LOVE MOHG) tw: brief mention of intimacy (nothing happens), literally so fluffy you might melt, good luck

This is what I have been working on since the poll decided that Mohg x Tarnished was the first thing I needed to write so I do hope you guys thoroughly enjoy this <3

oh, and DLC character mention so if you haven't played the DLC yet go away (jk just read with discretion <3)

It was like every other day in Mohgwyn palace. Mohg was pacing back and forth, rambling to himself as he attempted to come up with a way to introduce his dynasty to possible recruits. As he did this, you stood some feet away, conversing with Varre and Sir Ansbach. You expressed to them that you wanted to propose a romantic idea to Mohg to which they stared at you like you were ridiculous. 

“Is… is that not a good idea?”

You shrunk back a little, wondering if they had some form of knowledge that you did not have. After a long pause, Varre’s face twisted into a grin. You couldn’t necessarily see it behind his mask, but you could always tell by the way his mask shifted and his tone changed. Sir Ansbach seemed to hold his breath when Varre began to speak, as if expecting he would need to scold him. “Oh, lambkin… Luminary Mohg is not exactly… familiar, with such things”

You couldn’t help but give into the tugging at the corner of your lips as they curved into a smile. Exactly how unfamiliar was he alluding to? Regardless, it wasn’t like you were going to make Mohg plan it, it was your idea after all, you would plan it accordingly.

“Well, how do you expect him to get familiar if he doesn’t try things?”

You turned on your heels, facing in the direction of your dearest. The look you gave Varre was almost taunting, as if to say “watch this”

As you approached Mohg, he spotted you, striding toward him with a bright smile on your face. He immediately ceased his pacing and stood still for you. When you stood at his feet, his orangey eye lingering over your face for a moment before he questioned you with an amused intrigue to his voice.

“You seem quite amused about something… care to share with me, little dove?”

Oh how you loved that pet name, anytime he called you as such your knees practically buckled beneath you. However, you cleared your throat this time, forcing yourself to keep your gaze trained up at him. Those doe eyes you looked up at him with drove him crazy. Finally, you parted your lips to speak. Despite your efforts to stay confident, your voice cracks for a mere second as you begin

“My heart-”

You started with the endearing nickname, pausing before you continued

“I have been thinking, and I wish to partake in a romantic outing with you”

You could have sworn you saw Mohg’s gaze falter for a second, as if he had become distracted, pulled away from the gaze he kept over your delicate features that so vastly contrasted his own. As silence surrounded both of you, Mohg took it upon himself to fill it, clearing his throat and confidently straightening his posture.

“Well then, little dove… it would be my honor to plan this outing!”

His voice was filled with an excitement that you were all too familiar with. It was the same overzealous excitement he carried in his tone when he explained his dynasty to anyone that would listen. Suddenly, you realized what Varre had meant, a feeling rising in your gut as you peered back at him. His hand was over the mouth of his mask and his shoulders shook with quiet laughter. Well… you couldn’t say he didn’t try to warn you…

Mohg was quick to push you toward the exit so that he could prepare a lavish outing for you, his beautiful little dove. Sir Ansbach was quick to guide you away as Varre was too busy snickering… that bastard. You ended up finding time to read your favorite book in the time that it took Mohg to prepare. Deep down, part of you hoped that he would just prepare a normal dinner with some wine and perhaps, bed you after a few too many glasses. Alas, such a thing was preposterous to hope for.

As you sat by the fireplace in the lavish room that Mohg had offered you to stay in, you were transported out of your book and your thoughts to the sound of knuckles– large ones– rapping against your door ever so gently. You knew it was Mohg and were quick to set aside your book, hurrying to the door and pulling it open cautiously. Your jaw nearly fell off your face at the sight before you. Mohg had put on his nicest ceremonial robes and very clearly washed his horns since you could no longer spot random spots of dry blood.

“Little dove… may I guide you to your surprise?”

Once again you were forced out of your thoughts when he reached a hand out to you. His other was behind his back and as you took his free hand you quickly found out the reason for the hiding of his other hand. Mohg carefully revealed at LEAST a dozen bouquets worth of blood roses combined into one large bouquet. You gaped at the gesture and the sheer size. It was so utterly adorable.

“Oh- Mohg that is so sweet-!”

You exclaimed as he led you away from the doorway and into a part of his palace that looked over the landscape. Mohg chuckled as he stopped in front of a large blanket covered in snacks, treats, and food. All of them were your favorites. Mohg gently placed the bouquet next to the blanket as he helped you to sit. You were all too shocked to find words. If Varre thought this was inexperienced you hesitated to think what he thought experienced would be.

As you rested against the blanket you watched as Mohg carefully lowered himself across from you. He seemed utterly pleased with himself and it drew a giggle from your lips. Once he was fully sat, you crawled to him and knelt in front of him.

“My heart… this is so wonderful… I am so thankful for your beautiful soul”

Mohg immediately leaned toward you as your hands came to rest against his legs. He seemed to stare for a moment as if searching for permission before he carefully brought you into his lap and pulled the treats, snacks, and food closer.

“I was not sure if this would be enough… I may not be able to take you anywhere outside of where my dynasty resides, but I wish for you to feel special, regardless”

You could feel heat rise to your cheeks as Mohg’s words sunk in, his clawed fingers tracing circles into your back. You melted into his gentle touches and let out a sigh of content. As you tilted your head up to look at him, a smile graced your lips and he swore his heart could burst then and there.

“My heart… I always feel special with you…”

[whitemaskedvarre-hoarde]

I've reposted this artists work alot, but i can't help it, their sorcerer Rogier and white faced/masked Varré elden ring fanart renditions are soooo good 😍😫🙌

[bekaroth-reads]

Unmasked Varré x Reader

[Back at it again at the Lands Between krispy kream. Getting back into Elden Ring, and noticed this crazy tutorial figure doesn’t have nearly enough fictions for him. So, it seemed like a good place to start :) ]

You had once again found yourself in the underground portion of the Lands Between. There was not much of a reason for you to be down here. To be truthful, you were here simply to get away from people for a few days. Sure, there were things down here that could be dangerous, but there were things upside that could do that as well. And, the things down here were a bit less inclined to get you involved in their politics in some way. So, you found a place a little ways from a stream, enjoying the ever starry atmosphere for as long as you could.

It seemed like you were going to get through these next few days without seeing or hearing from any other person at all, but that’s when you ended up running into someone. There was a man kneeling by the stream, using its gentle flow to help clean a small blade in his hand. The slightly pebbled ground near the edge of the water crunched when you took another step. This caused the man’s head to shoot up, followed quickly by a glare in your direction that you could still make out despite the considerable distance between the two of you; his defensive body langue helped to solidify its arrival. Not wanting to do any fighting, but worried you might have to based on the man’s glower, you quickly rested your hand on your own weapon while trying to defuse the situation by calling out, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you over there!”

The look on the man’s face quickly melted into excitement as he exclaimed something with matching vigor, but the two of you were still too far away for you to hear what he said. That was being changed as he was quickly approaching you. While you did not think there was any ill intent, there was still something that made you nervous about a stranger heading toward you so quickly. It seemed like you were correct in thinking so as when he was only about five meters away from you, you saw that there was an unknown marking of some kind on his forehead and a sort of crazed look in his eyes that you could see even from where you were. But, before you could do anything about the situation, the man said something else that effectively stunned you and stunted every thought you could have had.

“Lambkin!” A familiar voice came from the unfamiliar face.

You were completely zoned out trying to process what was happening, but Varré didn’t seem to notice as once he was close to you he continued talking. “Imagine meeting you here of all places. You have been keeping yourself quite busy of late, and I was starting to think you had forgotten about your poor, friend Varré.” The last part he said with a fake pout. He dropped the act when he noticed that you hadn’t moved an smidge since he had first seen you. “Is something the matter?” He asked, more quizzical than concerned. Varré stepped even closer and turned your face this way and that with his hand before noting, “Perhaps a fever of some kind. At least that’s what the hue of your cheeks seem to denote.”

It was then that you realized your internal thoughts were expressing themselves externally, even if it was not with words. Those soon came quickly, and tripped over each other in their effort to run out at once. There was never a time that you thought that something like a missing mask would feel so frazzling, practically scandalous even, but here seeing Varré’s true face for the first time it felt like you had just walked in on him changing or the like. The oddest part about it was it didn’t feel that way when you thought he was a stranger. Yet, as soon as you knew without a doubt that it was him, the whole mood flipped completely.

Of all the rambling that you had done, the only bit that you consciously comprehended, and seemingly the only thing that he was able to understand was when you finished off the flustered sentiment with a warbled, “I am SO sorry!” Based on the look he had, this whole thing was extremely amusing to him. Varré’s mouth quirked into a smirk that matched the one his mask wore as his eyes narrowed slightly crinkling his nose for a second when they did. “Whatever for?” He hummed as he feigned to be still looking over your face, using it as an excuse to run a finger along your cheek with the sole purpose to scramble your brain even more.

“Well, it’s just that I didn’t mean to- It isn’t- you aren’t wearing-“ you tried to articulate, but failed miserably. It seemed that he knew what you were referring to. He had almost forgotten he didn’t have his mask on. And, while this would be something that he might be a bit self conscious about, the sight of you about to combust with sweet, sweet, face burning embarrassment highly outweighed any negative feelings of his own. “Hm? Oh, you don’t think I wear that thing all my life, do you?” He teased with a pinch to your nose. “Well, I didn’t know. I mean, some people it’s a culture thing. I didn’t know what-“

Varré was quick to shush this nervous tirade by placing a finger on your lips. “Hush, or you’ll work yourself into being sick. It’s simply a part of the trade. Hygiene and anonymity and the such.” He explained. “Anonymity?” You echoed in question. “Yes, well, with the sort of work required in being a war surgeon, one does not often want their face to be seen. Uniform makes it difficult to tell us surgeons apart from a distance.”

All you were able to respond with was, “Ah.” Things were starting to overwhelm you again. That seemed to be a common experience with Varré. You knew that he got some sort of a kick being both the one to throw you into the proverbial ocean depths and also being the one to pull you from it. Yet, you would forget how drastic he could be with this duality until you saw him again. And, to scold yourself, you didn’t seem to mind as much as you should have.

“Still feeling strange? Perhaps I should take a closer look then.” He chuckled at how your breath caught as you when you all too quickly replied, “No need for that. I’m fine.” Varré, of course, paid you no mind. Dismissing you with a, “And, who is the trained professional here?”

“Trained? Perhaps. Professional? No.” You managed to tease once you were not quite so flustered as his newly seen face left your view. This was short lived as his unfiltered voice hummed into your ear, “Mind your manners, lambkin.” He made sure to puff as much air onto your ear as possible as he said the pet name, and lived for the shivers it caused. Varré moved his face from the right side of yours to the left. When there he started to pretend to hum in thought as he inspected something. And, as he pantomimed his medical examination, he was sure to move close enough to brush some of the stubble on his face across your cheek. This is what made you finally question, “What are you even doing right now?”

This pulled a small laugh from him. “Why, looking for the cause of your ailment. Not having much luck as of yet. But, perhaps,” He move his face so that his lips were only centimeters away from yours, “I might better my chances of results somewhere up here.” Your breath hitched again as his fanned over you with feather light touches. There was nothing said between the two of you, both waiting for the other to make the next move; which you both knew wasn’t going to be from you. All you were able to do at the moment was try to figure out what exactly had gotten into the mad surgeon to urge him to act this way; his eyes being the only thing you were able to see, and they were all consuming, almost burning.

Then he was suddenly walking away. “Hm, oh, well. Something’s are fated to be a mystery.” Varré said dismissively as he continued up the edge of the stream. He turned to look at you still dazed by everything and once again got a foxlike sense of mischief on his face. “I supposed though, not being sure if you are well or not, and seeing as we’re both down here, I might as well move my encampment next to yours. Safety in numbers and that sort of thing. You don’t mind the idea, do you, lambkin?” Varré asked. You gained your thoughts and answered, “Well, I-“

“Wonderful! I knew you would agree.” He interjected, answering for you. “Now, you sit yourself here while I go and get my things.” He instructed while turning all the way back around to fully look at you. “And, I’ll be sure to keep my mask off since you enjoy it so much. Should lead to a great deal of fun.” Varré laughed heartily at your expense as he once again started to leave to go retrieve his things. As soon as he was where he couldn’t see you, you rushed down to the stream to splash the cool water onto your burning face.

Usually, you would be glad for some company. But, something gave you the feeling that you were in for what would essentially be an evening of torture. Varré seemed to have already planned things out. And, once again, you had to scold yourself for not minding such a thought as much as you should have.

[shockwaifuafterdark]

Scathe

Varré/Gender Neutral Tarnished

Laying beside Varré for the first time, your mind is a roiling storm.

(AKA that horrifying post nut clarity after literally getting seduced into joining a blood cult)

Warnings: violence, voice kink, manipulative behavior, sorta corruption kink aligned, bloodplay, sadomasochism, degradation, voyeurism, Varré being Varré in general, consensual but morally questionable, messy feelings, NSFW 18+ only

Also this is fresh off the press and not really beta read so feel free to point out any errors you come across. Also on AO3, woah!

"Ahhh, my dear, sweet lambkin," a familiar voice cooed breathlessly from lips that grazed the shell of your ear. His words were sweeter than honey, condensed into a sickening syrup that stirred uneasiness within your gut almost as much as they lulled and soothed. You honestly hated the fact that it was almost, the way you instinctively leaned back and melted against him. Perhaps it was the rush of endorphins clouding your brain, making you pliable, unwise. Everything was still shrouded in the blissful fog that followed a particularly mind-shattering orgasm, after all. In this state, even the linen below you grossly clinging to your sticky, heaving body felt like the richest of silks, the cum dribbling out of your tender hole ambrosia, the sting of the night air against the bleeding cuts that littered your body a cool breeze blown in from the sea in summer. You could hardly be blamed for allowing yourself to feel cared for, if only for a fleeting moment.

You knew that soon he would rise, that he would condescend you under the veil of kindness, remind you that you despised him, then leave you to stew in your shame at the mess he had turned you into. But in this moment you could pretend that he would hold you. You could pretend that you hadn't just made the worst mistake of your entire rotten, miserable life. You grabbed a fistful of bloodstained fabric, trying to hold on to your delusion for a moment more, and hissed between your teeth at the ache that blossomed from your pointer finger, throbbing more venomously than the bite of an asp. A reminder of your transgressions, of the wretched thing you had willingly accepted into your veins.

Varré had injected the blood under your fingernail instead of somewhere sensible like the crook of your arm or the meat of your leg. He was a surgeon. He knew exactly what he was doing, the exact point it would hurt the most, and worst of all, you had thanked him for it, for so strong was your wanting that the pain he inflicted upon you only excited you. Even when the curse felt like thorny brambles threading through your veins, doing irreparable damage to your very soul, defiling you so entirely that you screamed until you vomited, you wanted still. It was disgusting. Oh how you hated this man for knowing exactly what you wanted and taking full advantage of your twisted cravings.

Oh how you hated this man for luring you with the unkindness he called love.

Oh how you hated this man.

And yet, to your shock, he did not pull away. He molded his body against yours and wrapped an arm around you. He planted butterfly kisses upon the back of your neck, the rasp of his stubble so present, so human. It was hard to associate this mouth with Varré. Varré whose face was a porcelain mask. Varré's lips did not move, perfectly molded into an almost-smile as he spoke. It was only today that he had removed it, just as he promised. He had allowed you to touch, to see, to taste, a reward for allowing him to warp you into something you hardly recognized. Even then, he had revealed himself minimally to you, only removing his mask and gloves, and unlacing himself enough to free his cock. Despite his unfamiliar lips, he was still Varré, always teasing, dangling the possibility of more above you. Even as his mouth treated you gently, his fingers played with the edges of your cuts, irritating the skin and loosening any clots to draw fresh red pearls to smear across your heated skin.

It was honestly surprising that he didn't cut you deeper. He was holding back. Only two lacerations would require any sort of attention. You wondered if he would sew them shut, like he did back then, when you were still visiting him under the pretense of requiring assistance and not to hear him call you a worthless fool as he stung you again and again with a needle. The thought still set your chest aflutter just as much as the first time you had given in. He surely felt it, his hand over your heart as it was, but instead of pointing it out, he nuzzled into the crook of your neck and hummed.

"I never took you for the type to be so… kind," you murmured, only half aware you were giving voice to your thoughts. You could feel Varré smirk against your skin before shifting back a little. You immediately regretted not holding your tongue.

"Is that so? Have I been cruel to you, my lambkin?"

You did not answer.

"Have I not shown you the greatest of all mercies? An escape from the uncaring grasp of fate and unto higher purpose?"

Again, you remained mum.

"Are you, perhaps, having regrets?"

"No." You answered finally. As bitter as the word tasted, it was not a lie.

"Then what is it that troubles my lambkin? Is it my touch? My body next to yours? Is this not what you wanted?"

"It's not that." And it wasn't. Both of you damn well knew it. This is exactly what you'd been chasing, and that was precisely where the problem lay. He'd known since he'd found you with your freshly sutured hand down your trousers, the day he'd provided you with a severed finger and instructed you to commit murder for him. And you'd known that same day by the tone of his voice as he'd called you out on your wanton deviance, and how he'd told you to continue as he watched.

"Oh, my needy lambkin, how long have you been plagued by these desires?" He'd asked.

You told him it was since he'd started praising you, calling you affectionate names. He called you a liar.

"I think," he mused, "it's been longer than that. Even when I called you a maidenless wretch, a lost and witless curr. You returned to your Varré time after time because you wanted him even then, Is it not so?"

His words were lusty daggers and had you bucking against your palm.

"Answer me. If you do not, I will stop talking."

He'd known since all the way back then, and so had you. He knew your answer now as well.

"Is it not your custom to lie with your partner after you make love?" He relinquished his hold and made as if to leave, to give you space.

"Wait," you bade him. "Varré, please…"

"Please, what, lambkin?"

"Come back," you whispered.

"Do speak up, dear. Tell me what you want."

"Please. Lie with me. Hold me. Please."

He'd left you every time you took pleasure from his voice. He'd refuse to touch you, or even let you touch him. He'd talk you to the edge, and promise you more, so much more, if you'd just prove your worth, complete the trials he set before you. Renounce that which brought you to life, become a proper servant to forces you did not fully understand.

But now you'd passed the point of no return, and this was your reward. He'd stayed. And you sighed at the return of his warmth. Your newly tainted blood sung like a chorus of crickets all burning to death.

"You took to the blood so well," Varré told you as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek. "Not quite as naturally as I did… oh, but then you took me so well, bled and cried so prettily as we joined together as one. It is almost as if we were made for one another."

You rolled over to face him. His face looked so contented despite the angry red mark next to his mouth where you had bitten him, as if you were sharing a marital bed instead of huddled together on a bloody altar after a coupling that left you both battered. As if you weren't fantasizing about seeing more of his body with intent to harm as much as worship. In some ways, it really was as if you were made for one another.

"Lord Mohg is pleased. I can tell."

You still knew so little about this Mohg who you had so blindly sworn yourself to. In this moment, all you knew was that you hated the man in whose arms you rested. Oh how you hated him for holding a mirror to your rotten soul and reflecting the same unkindness you both called love. You shared one last kiss before you drifted off. To your great satisfaction, he still tasted awful.

[dragoncult-handmaiden]

Engvall x Fem!Tarnished!Reader Relationship Headcannons (SFW)

answered an ask on my main blog (@lycheedr3ams) for @x-hey-jude-x

These headcannons will operate separately from my Banished Love fic since the reader is not tarnished in that story. I am long-winded so my headcannons are more like drabbles

Life in the Lands Between is not easy, and Engvall knows this all too well. Despite choosing to protect a lordless castle for the rest of his days, his first priority is protecting you. Even if you’re just going to collect herbs or take a bath in the stream, Engvall insists on accompanying you everywhere. And, um, you can’t exactly argue with an over 6 foot tall knight  XD

You and Engvall share a large room in the castle he chose to protect. He himself doesn’t mind sleeping on a hard bed or on the floor, but since you sleep with him every night, he would not let you rest until he found the best blankets available. Your comfort is very important to him, and it helps him rest better at night. 

Speaking of sleeping. This man is always cuddled into you or touching you in some way. I imagine the emotional toll of being banished is pretty tough, and Engvall appreciates that you’re always there for him. Whether it’s an arm around your waist, him spooning you tightly against his chest, or your arm and leg lazily flung over his body, he always wants some sort of contact with you when you both are asleep. He is always the big spoon, just bc of how large he is, and he enjoys protecting you even in his sleep. Given how tall he is, he gives off a ton of body heat, and you wake up pretty sweaty in the mornings

Sorry, but Engvall cannot cook very well. He can cook well enough to survive while traveling or just to get by, but it is by no means a 5-star meal. he burns most of his food. He avoids embarrassment by saying he prefers his food to be “crispy”. He has trained his whole life with his halberd and armor, not with pots and pans. Engvall loves it when you cook for him! He will sit patiently and watch you cook like you're the only thing that matters in the world. He’s usually very hungry since his daily activities expend a lot of calories, so be prepared to cook at least three plates for him to be full. But with how lovingly he watches you cook, you wouldn’t mind making food for him all day

Touching again on the protectiveness. He’s extremely overprotective, and a little possessive. If he sees someone else in the castle looking at you for too long or flirting with you, this man will stalk up silently behind you and just death stare at the person trying to get with you. His presence is enough to make anyone fold, so it’s always successful. Once you turn around after the person you were talking to runs away in fear, he instantly becomes your Engvall again, just with a slightly deadly twinkle in his eye

He needs a decent amount of reassurance, especially if he finds out someone was hitting on you. Engvall has little to no money of his own despite his title, and your living means are in no way comfortable. He’s scared you’ll leave him for someone who has more money and resources to give you a better life. But you always tell him that you don’t care about money or status or material things, you just want him, and that he’s the best partner anyone could ask for

Engvall loves it when you help him into his armor. I don’t even think it would be possible for him to put on all that armor by himself. He loves watching the way your fingers glide over the metal and buckle everything in place, and how your eyebrows furrow if something gets stuck. He looks at you so love-sickeningly that it makes your heart flutter. Engvall will track you down in the castle to ask you to help him into his armor even though there are tons of other people around who could easily do so. He says that you put on his armor just the way he likes <3

Engvall really does not want you to become elden lord. The path to doing so is riddled with death and despair, and he would be destroyed if something happened to you. If you want to be the elden lord, he will try to dissuade you at every chance he can get. If you end up setting out traveling the Lands Between to become elden lord, he will be with you every step of the way to ensure nothing happens to you at this rate, he might just become elden lord bc he doesn’t want you to fight anyone)

Engvall is pretty quiet even when alone with you, but you are his peace. When he is silent during his duties, it is because he has to maintain a watchful, cautious eye at all times. But when he’s quiet with you, wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fire and playing with your hair, he’s quiet because his love has no need for words. He will tell you he loves you sometimes, it is just hard for him to voice it. As a knight, he's a man of actions, not words. the only words he really ever had to say was his oath when he was sworn

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!!!

[blood-darkened-moon]

Elden Ring

Characters Tarnished | Torrent the Spirit Steed | Melina | Millicent | White-Faced Varre | Lunar Princess Ranni/Ranni the Witch | Blaidd the Half-Wolf | War Counselor Iji | Preceptor Seluvis | Rya the Scout | Lightseeker Hyetta | Bloody Finger Hunter Yura | D Hunter of the Dead | Patches the Untethered | Fia the Deathbed Companion | Iron Fist Alexander | Jar-Bairn | Lady Tanith | Shabriri | Queen Marika the Eternal | Miquella the Unalloyed | Godwyn the Golden | Miriel Pastor of Vows | Cleanrot Knight Finlay | Latenna the Albinauric | Lobo | Three Fingers | Two Fingers | Gatekeeper Gostoc | Roderika the Spirit Tuner | Ensha of the Royal Remains | Sorceress Sellen | Boc the Seamster | Goldmask | Brother Corhyn | Gloam-Eyed Queen | Knight Diallos | Sorcerer Rogier | Nepheli Loux | Nomadic Merchant | Mary | Amy | Polyanna | Maureen | Finger Reader Enia | Black Knife Tiche | Finger Maiden Therolina | Lionel the Lionhearted | Thops | Knight Bernahl | Smithing Master Hewg | Lhutel the Headless | Dung Eater | St. Trina | Banished Knight Oleg | Thiollier | Needle Knight Leda | Count Ymir Mother of Fingers | Swordhand of Night Jolan | Pureblood Knight Ansbach | Redmane Freyja | Sweetings

Bosses Malenia Blade of Miquella | Praetor Rykard/Rykard Lord of Blasphemy | General Radahn/Starscourge Radahn/Leonard | Radagon of the Golden Order | Red Wolf of Radagon | Rennala Queen of the Full Moon | Maliketh the Black Blade | Morgott the Omen King | Mohg Lord of Blood | Godfrey First Elden Lord | Godrick the Grafted | Ancient Dragon Lansseax | Dragonlord Placidusax | Lichdragon Fortissax | Astel Naturalborn of the Void | Elden Beast | Sir Gideon Ofnir the All-Knowing | Fire Giant | Black Knife Assassin | Regal Ancestor Spirit | Crucible Knight | Full-Grown Fallingstar Beast | Erdtree Burial Watchdog | Loretta Knight of the Haligtree | Glintstone Dragon Adula | Night's Cavalry/Funeral Steed | Godskin Noble | Godskin Apostle | Abductor Virgin | Tree Sentinel | Roundtable Knight Vyke | Godefroy the Grafted | Commander O'Neil | Elemer of the Briar |  Bloodhound Knight Darriwil | Messmer the Impaler | Rellana Twin Moon Knight | Curseblade Labirith | Romina Saint of the Bud | Divine Beast Dancing Lion | Midra Lord of Frenzied Flame | Bayle the Dread | Golden Hippopotamus

Enemies Giant Crayfish | Serpent Snail | Festering Fingerprint Vyke | Vargram the Raging Wolf | Juno Hoslow Knight of Blood | Moongrum Carian Knight | Mad Tongue Alberich | Eleonora Violet Bloody Finger | Silver Sphere | Banished Knight | Preceptor Miriam | Night Maiden | Nox Swordstress | Bloody Finger Okina | Kaiden Sellsword | Celebrant | Fingercreeper | Maleigh Marais Shaded Castle Castellan | Fire Prelate | Nameless White Mask | Inquisitor Ghiza | Chanting Winged Dame | Man-Serpent | Swordhand of Night Anna | Spirit Eel | Thorn Sorcerer | Monstrous Crow

Groups/Ships Omen Brothers | Carian Siblings | Twin Empyreans | Godskin Duo | Rykard x Tanith | Marika x Radagon | Radagon x Rennala | Marika x Rennala | Mohg x Miquella | Malenia x Finlay | Messmer x Rellana

ER Trivia | This Sheep

[burnedwriter]

‘’you have the sweetest moans’’

A/n:i recently got bloodborne and elden ring and i have been obsessed with those games,so i decided to write some fic of one my fav character.hope you enjoy!

warnings:rough bj,mild dirty talking,!gender-neutral language used,tarnished!reader

mdni!!

‘‘oh my lambkin~’‘ varrè moaned with a hand over his mouth trying to muffle his moans but unltimetly failing.You have had enough of his snarky remarks and how he teased you by brushing his hands against your body only to play stupid afterwards when you confronted him about it and pretend that it didnt happen leaving you frustrated.You didnt know if you liked or hated him for that.

Varrè leaned against the stone wall,with his pants all the way down to his ankles as you kneeled before him,his cock now being inches away from your lips.Teasing him a bit you started giving kitten licks at the tip,tasting the salty precum that started to leak and earning a couple grunts from the already needy varre,before you started to lowly taking him in,placing your hands on his thighs trying to keep his hips from twitching so he doesnt gag you.

‘‘your mouth feels so warm my lambkin’‘varrè choked out even though you were in control his smug tone never leaving his voice,you never knew what ricks he could have up his sleeve.

Getting adjusted with your mouth being full,you started to bop your head back and forth at a slow pace,his hand caressing your cheek,drawing circle with his thumb,looking up at him even though he was wearing a white emotionless mask ,his eyes did all the talking,his gaze filled with lust as he looked down at you.

Varrè got impatient from your slow pace,placing a hand in your hair taking control over your pace,even if you couldnt see it varre had the biggest smirk under that mask,as you realized your plan to punish him failed,turning the pace into a brutal one and now fully facefucking you as you choked on his cock,hitting the back of your throat over and over again.Tears started to run down your cheeks but varre quickly sweeping them away with hand.

With his actions you could feel your own arousal building up,as you felt a knot that started to form in your lower abdomen,seeing varre be so dominant yet so needy,almost like it flicked a switch inside you,letting out a moan you didnt know you were holding.

‘‘i didnt know you liked being treated like a common whore lambkin’‘varrè breathed out,hearing you moan aganist his cock, his chest heaving up and down as his breath became more draged out,his cock throbbing in your mouth indicating he was close to finishing soon.

‘’my lambkin, ah~im coming~’’he exclaimed before releasing his seed down your throat,pulling way from you leaving you time to swallow it,he removed his hand way from your hair thinking that it was over but little did he know you werent going to stop,getting a couple breathes through your nose you started to bop your head again,taking back the control you once had.

‘‘fuck~lambkin’‘he whined feeling the warmth of your mouth back on his cock,his hips started jolting,as he was being overstimulated.

oh...no...no..no,he wasnt going to get away that easily,you wanted to hear more from him,hearing him beg and that was the last thing you were going to do.

[insertmesoftly]

Short White-Faced Varre x AFAB Tarnished Reader (NSFT)

You and Varre have had a casual sex-friends thing going on, but you’ve not been visiting him for weeks. It’s making him increasingly pissed off and feeling pent-up about it. When you finally do, he's calm as always, talking to you in his dulcet tone as if he didn’t even realize you were gone. But in his mind, he’s already planned everything; how he'll make you suffer for not coming sooner, how he'll relieve himself multiple times while dragging yours out for the whole session. He’s excited as he tries directing your conversation to the part where you’ll ask him if he’d like to go a few rounds, like you always used to- but then you turn to leave. Just like that?! His patience snaps and you're pinned to the wall.

He chokes you as he thrusts into you, every insult imaginable in a harsh whisper louder than his usual.

You had somewhat anticipated this; after the first week of not seeing him you decided this could be an opportunity to see how he’d react to you leaving him alone. So, you waited longer to find him.

Now you know you got him GOOD, as he's talking nonstop to you while pounding into you, demanding more cries, more begging for him to do anything about your mewling. His cool façade is  gone. He doesn’t even take off his mask, knowing he’d be showing an expression that’d put him at a bigger disadvantage. He’s trying so hard to keep control, but you've kept him WAITING and you’re being such a fucking BRAT, even now, asking him to take off your armor for you if he’s really that desperate. He plans to make you dumb on his cock

One undressing later, he’s got you bound. The edging lasts all night and you’re fucking sobbing, long past teasing, begging, shaking your ass and begging to cum, apologizing and agreeing to his every insult. He finds this state of you adorable and revels eating you out; he loves teasing around your clit, missing your good spots by centimeters, filling you up but making you unable to squeeze even one orgasm out. But he’s kind this time, finally allowing you to climax on his tongue and letting you ride his face for as long as you want, whimpering and screaming his name for any passerby to hear. He squeezes your thighs as you do, so proud and coos and coddles you after. Lambkins has learned their lesson.

[prismatic-starstuff]

Sweeter Still.

— gender-neutral!Tarnished!Reader x Varré.

18+ only content under the cut, minors stay away.

CW: blood, blood as lube, mentions of whipping, BDSM.

The shameless, pitchy moans he gives contrast so starkly with the never-changing expression of his mask, and although you can't see his eyes, you're sure you can feel them on you. In the mirror before you, you watch as Varré pushes into you from behind; you tremble and moan as pain and pleasure blend into one.

You admire the red all around you; the red of angry wounds left on your skin by his whip, the red of blood trickling down your skin, the red of rose petals scattered about your bedchamber.

Every inch of his length fills and stretches you, and it's a rough ride; there's nothing slicking him up except some blood he'd borrowed from one of the cuts he'd put on you. Every slap of his heavy sack against your skin has you gasping with mounting ecstasy, every slap of his hand against your whip-kissed skin has you trembling in masochistic desire...

"Oh, my lambkin... my love..." His voice is heavy with lust, his hands gripping tight to your hips, his pace unrelenting. "Here I thought... your screams of pain were sweet... hn..."

Your body is trembling, hands clutching at the sheets beneath you, eyes rolling up as all the sensations threaten to overwhelm you in the most wonderful way.

"...but your screams of pleasure... oh, they're sweeter still..."

His praises draw a desperate cry from your lips; your eyes clench, your teeth clench, you try so hard to hold on...

...but his hands - the very same that had brought you such delicious pain only moments before - are gentle as they caress up your sides; his voice so sweet and full of love for you and you alone:

"Don't fight it, my love... Let it happen. Your maiden wants to see you come undone..."

His permission is all you need. Your entrance quivers, gripping onto his shaft as tight as your hands grip the sheets; and your eyes blow wide, fixed upon his masked visage in the mirror as you release, a cry of his name on your lips.

And he's quick to follow, burying himself deep to plant his seed in you in thick warm spurts; the gasps and moans leaving him sweeter than anything you've ever heard.

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Anonymous asks are on, this is the first time i turn anon on for my blog, they will ONLY be on for SFW asks. NSFW asks have to be either public asks or through private messaging (see my rules on pinned).

[lostgracestories]

varré fluff? he's a bastard man but I want to cuddle him......

Ugh OF COURSE (same, cause we like the weird ones here)

So, I'm not sure if you meant headcanons or not so I wrote this little short story instead (because yes) Anyway! I hope you enjoy this fluffy Varre/Tarnished fic <3

wc: 648 tw: mention of gore (i think? does weird lumps count?), blood mention (duh, it's Varre), do bloody fingers need a tw?

Blood Rose

You were exhausted, having just fought your way through Stormveil. Liurnia, so far, had proven to be no less forgiving. There wasn't a single place where some part of you didn't feel at least somewhat vulnerable. So, when the familiar sight of a church was in your line of sight, relief washed over you like a waterfall. You quickly approached the church and were met with a familiar face.

Varre stood at the entrance to the church, which was covered in weird... globs of flesh, it seemed. As Varre spotted you approaching, his posture shifted ever so slightly. Despite his hunched position, he pulled himself up ever so slightly. It was hardly noticeable but he did it regardless. "Varre? What are you doing here?" The man was smiling under his mask, you could tell by the way his voice fluctuated into a tone, almost elated to see you. He began his rambling over the man he served under and gave you 5 festering bloody fingers. He urged you to try them out, claiming that you would quite enjoy them. For a moment you stared, and then pushed the fingers into your travel pack. "I really do urge you, I believe you will like them very much, lambkin" Varre sounded quite confident in himself and it drew a smile out of you. Sure, he was weird, but he was one of the only people in this place who hadn't tried to kill you upon setting his sights on you. In fact, he had been more than helpful since you came to the lands between. After a moment of pause, your eyes met the space where you guessed his eyes would be under his mask.

"I'll try them later, Varre. I just need rest right now... mind if I join you?"

The church was weird, but perhaps the feeling of familiarity had brought some form of comfort to your tired soul. You hadn't felt a sense of relief since you set foot here in Liurnia, so the feeling was more than welcome.

Varre was silent for a moment. He seemed to be contemplating your request like it was the oddest thing he had ever heard anyone say to his face. After the silence drew out much too long for his liking, he forced his head into a slow nod. "I suppose, for but a moment."

At his response, you immediately lean against the wall next to him and slide down into a sitting position. Sure, it wasn't the best place to catch some shut-eye, but might as well while you had the chance. Varre stood there silently and watched as your breathing slowed. At first, he was a little disgruntled at the idea of having to save your ass in this state. However, after a little more staring, he sighed and slid down the wall just as you had, sitting next to you with his legs crossed. He wasn't sure how long the two of you remained like this but it must have been a while because the sun had finally begun to rise.

As the sunlight danced over your eyelids, you squished your eyes tighter briefly before they slowly began to flutter open. You had not expected that when you turned to look next to you, Varre would be sitting there... staring... had he stared at you all night? Did he never sleep? You forced your thoughts down and instead, you offered him a smile.

"Thank you for watching over me, Varre"

The man grunted in response and turned his gaze away. Before he could get up, you carefully threw your arms over him in a half-awake hug. Varre froze up. Any asshole comment that he could think of, died on his tongue. Just as soon as you had hugged him, you had left, wishing him well in your absence... Oh, how very strange you were indeed...

[whitemaskedvarre-hoarde]

I've reposted this artists work alot, but i can't help it, their sorcerer Rogier and white faced/masked Varré elden ring fanart renditions are soooo good 😍😫🙌