Elden Ring/Dark Souls and the Sheer Lack of Fanfics. (A Slight Rant and Ramble.)
Alright, we need to talk, Elden Ring and Dark Souls Fandoms...
There are hundreds of thousands of you out there who love these games... So many, in fact, that they are both some of the most popular game franchises ever made...
So, pray tell, why is there such an atrocious lack of... fanfics!?
Come on, man! I. Want. More. Fanfiction!!
Give me a coffee shop au where Miquella takes Malenia to his favorite coffee shop and introduces her to the cute batista.
Give me a crossover ship between Messmer and Gwyndolin where they help eachother through their familial issues and trauma.
Give me a hurt/no comfort between Radagon and Rennala showing how the divorce went.
Give me an actor au where it shows the behind the scenes and/or bloopers for the character messing up or forgetting their lines.
Give me a Gwyndolin x Chosen Undead!reader with extra fluff and a side of gentle smut.
Give me Rennala x Carian Knight!reader where you help take care of her while she's in the library.
Give me a modern crossover au where Malenia is dating Gwynevere and going through the motions of being a cute, domestic couple before ending it with them being wife and wife and officially married. (I desperately want to see this one, I'm BEGGING.)
Give me a crack fic where Gwyndolin takes his snakes to the vet.
Give me a canon divergence au where you save Godwyn from being assassinated.
Give me Godwyn x Consort!reader where you and him are married.
Give me modern au Godwyn where he's a himbo who forgot his wallet at home to pay for his singular candy bar.
Give me a Godwyn x Tarnished!reader were you get to peg him. (I would also read this one, btw...)
Give me Godwyn with a breeding kink.
You know what...
Just give me any Godwyn fanfics!
Don't be shy people, make some more!
Make me some fanfiction or else I will ascend to godhood and place an eternal curse upon thee! 😡
..please? 🙏
Pretty please with a cherry on top..?
Just give me more Godwyn, please! 😭
(More Gwyndolin would also be IMMENSELY appreciated.)
✧ 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.
👁️ think that messmer is a sap and if his spouse/consort ever had to leave the shadow keep for more than a week he’d be like i am downing in mine own misery i wish to see their face. and you come back and there’s this massive portrait hanging in the keep of you. he refuses to acknowledge it beyond the fact it’s there (no he didn’t get it bc he missed you, this was here from the start)
No anon, literally this. If you have to leave, he’s trying to talk you out of it. He begs you and abandons whatever pride he has left and gets on his KNEES for you, pitifully clinging onto your hands and using the “don’t you love me” with the puppy eyes and you explain to him that you have urgent business and you don’t wanna leave either, but you have to. He offers to come with you, but you tell him no, he has an entire Keep to look after. He hates when you’re right smh.
But fine, he can’t go with you, but you know who can? Half of his army. It doesn’t matter if you’re going down the road to Castle Ensis to visit Rellana, half his army is going with you :) he will not budge on this.
While you’re gone, he’s miserable. He’s tucked away in his room smelling the sheets that still smell like you and aimlessly wandering the halls that you two would walk through together. He stares at your portrait for extended periods of time. His serpents miss you too and they’re just as sad, curling around Messmer and barely moving. Everyone is sad.
But when you’re back? CELEBRATION. Messmer will not let you go for like three days, maybe longer depending on how long you were away. He’s so happy to have you back. He’s crying, he’s telling you how much he missed you and he sounds like a fucking POET. This man is so clingy. Poor baby just wants to be loved and he was terrified you’d leave him alone, just like his mother 😭
KINKTOBER DAY 9 — EXHIBITIONISM, MESSMER THE IMPALER
Messmer the Impaler x Reader || 951 Words || Messmer makes his loyal guard squirm while having him watch you give into pleasure.
A/N: I’m trying my very best to catch up to kinktober, I’ve been crazy busy guys I’m so so sorry!!!
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, AFAB sub/bottom reader, top/dom messmer, power play, exhibitionism, cock warming, teasing, major size difference, can this be considered monster fucking(?), praise, teasing. (Let me know if anything else is missed!!)
Full. You felt so damn full resting on your consort’s lap, and not even half of his shaft was sheathed inside of you. His snake companion curled around your left arm, snug and protective as it pulls you in, back against Messmer’s chest.
“My lord…” You choked out, mind breaking over the burning hot tip stretching you open, thighs shaking as he held your torso with only his left hand. His other hand settled on his armrest, fingers curled into a fist, holding up his cheek while he watches you squirm, trying to take his length.
“Fear not. Thou art faring well.”
“My lord.” One of his most respected guards walks in, dropping to a knee, head bowed low. He raises his head, pulling his helmet off his head.
“I—“ the reporting guard stammers with a nervous clear of his throat, eyes still focused on his lord’s face, yet his mind distracted from the hushed whimpers and moans that spilled from you endlessly. Quiet noises, your face pressed against Messmer’s warm torso, warm cock throbbing within your walls, the thought amused him greatly.
“Doth thine focus quiver?” Messmer spoke plainly, no brief hint of anger whatsoever, despite the guard eyeing the two of you.
The guard quickly snaps his mind back into focus like a puppet on strings, apologies spilling while backtracking to the information of whatever base around the plains had been able to hold their ground against other mysterious attackers.
Messmer seems genuinely intrigued by the report whenever you look up at him through your lashes, eyes watery from the sweet pleasure of the stretch. He idly takes his large hand around your body, gently lowering you down as you’re forced to take each stretching inch until your thighs are flush against his base.
You hiss like the snake curling around your shoulder, resting itself close to your face as if it were reassuring you, split tongue flicking from between its fangs.
With your muffled whimpers against his chest, Messmer continued to listen to the guard's report, nodding in understanding and a hum of satisfaction when he finished. Once the guard stopped speaking, his eyes jotted down from the demigod to your back. The way you arched into his tall body, thighs quivering simply sitting over his cock, it was hypnotizing. After a glare from Messmer, the guard quickly snapped out of his trance.
“I-Is there aught else thou requireth of me, my lord?” He asked, composure notably wavering.
“Behold.” Messmer punctuated with an upward roll off his hips, cock head nudging you so deeply you moaned loudly against his armor.
“Observe.” He rolled his hips once more, the hand coiled around your body, gently moving your body like you were a damn Fleshlight. Another broken cry tore from you, your eyes closed and fists balled as you gripped the ruby robes.
“Messmer—my lord..!” The words punched from your throat, embarrassed yet so very turned on from the guard watching, knowing that he’s heavily breathing, watching you getting speared on his leader's thick cock.
The guard watched intently, a gulp of unease, then a hushed groan of unbelief breaking beneath his breath. He knew if he were to see your front, there would be a large bulge in your stomach, the idea making his mind stutter. Shaking pupils parted between the two of you, watching your legs kick impulsively and Messmer’s cock throb from the base.
Messmer created a steady pace of sheathing your body on his cock, gentle, yet pushing so damn deep. The lewd sounds of skin on skin echoed through his chamber, that flushed red on your flushed cheeks growing darker.
“Observe how she doth yield?” The demigod’s voice doesn’t break when the pace grows just a bit quicker, cock now bullying your G-spot at an angle that makes you weak.
“Observe how she doth quake?” Your body hunching into his, fingernails now clawing at his robes, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, knowing you were so damn close to cumming.
“Thy restraint is pathetic, yet thine eyes still seeketh to gaze?” The guard nods almost immediately, a low simmer in his belly, cock throbbing terribly against his briefs.
“Proceed.” Messmer’s hand tightens around your body when he begins to thrust his hips more deeply, upward motions meeting the harsh slams of your ass to his thighs. You can only scream breathlessly, cock moving so fast and deep within you, that heated spindle on the teetering edge of breaking.
“Mine heart, thou dost pleasure me so. Release… release… for mine sake.” Messmer muttered close into your ear, brain instantly turning into mush when he continues fucking you. Your orgasm washing over you like never before, tears streaming down your heated cheeks, thighs shaking like leaves. Your knuckles turned white on his robes, choked sobs filling the air, all while the guard watched Messmer slow.
The breath of the guard came in ragged huffs, cock still straining against his clothing, fingers gripping his kneeling knee viciously. Messmer doesn’t take notice, too busy savoring how your walls tightened so nicely, fluttering around his thick length. His long, lanky fingers caressed circles into your skin, gentle and soothing compared to being practically fucked out of your mind.
The demigod hums in satisfaction, free hand tilting your chin up to face his happy gaze, eyes glowing a gorgeous velvet hue.
“My fair consort…” he cooed, leaning down to press a deep and gentle kiss to your lips, taking a moment before lifting his head once more, attention finally turning to the guard squirming at the throne. He wanes a finger didissbley
“Begone. Pray I do not summon thee… unless next time thou art of proper service.”
Hello, and welcome to my blog! I write fanfics - currently for Love and Deepspace and Jujutsu Kaisen. I also sometimes yap at length about Fromsoftware lore and characters, and make fanart on occasion.
Most fics are x-posted to my AO3 (lightofthedarksun).
***This is an 18+ blog, MDNI.***
Last Updated: 20/07/25
Fics Masterlist
Love and Deepspace
After Rain Comes Sunshine (Zayne x F!MC!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: Zayne invites you to join him on one of his morning runs. Unfortunately (or fortunately), the weather has other plans for the two of you.
WC: ~3.7k
Content tags: Fluff, Pre-relationship, Slow Burn if you squint, MC Reader, Brief description of injury.
Mise en place (Zayne x F!MC!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: You've planned every part of Zayne's homemade birthday dinner, all the way down to the last detail… but what happens when things start to go wrong?
WC: ~2.1k
Content tags: Fluff, Humor, Mild Suggestiveness, MC Reader.
Mornings With Him (Zayne x F!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: Mornings are always better shared. Especially with the love of your life. A collection of fluffy snapshots of mornings spent with husband!Zayne.
WC: ~2.1k
Content tags: Established relationship, Domestic fluff, Fluff, Romance, Mild suggestiveness
Focus and Distraction (Zayne x F!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: What do you do when you’re distracted by your partner’s arms when trying to work? Arm wrestle him, of course.
WC: ~1.5k
Content tags: fluff, suggestive themes, arm wrestling, thirsting over arms
A Taste of Home (Zayne x F!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: Perhaps all things did eventually have to end. This dreamlike holiday season certainly would. But for now, you could allow yourself to savor each moment, one cookie at a time.
WC: ~1.7k
Content tags: holiday fluff, domestic fluff, baking, humor, implied sex
Warmth (Zayne x F!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: For a man whose Evol is pure, frigid, pristine ice, Zayne is surprisingly warm.
WC: ~1.7k
Content tags: pure fluff, domestic fluff
Avowal (King!Sylus x F!Knight!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: King Sylus never tires of watching his most loyal knight fight. That is, until he tires of just watching and decides to test himself against your blade.
WC: ~2.4k
Content tags: Medieval AU, King!Sylus, F!Knight!Reader, swordfighting/sparring, sexual tension, praise, mild sub/dom themes
When Stars Align (Sylus x F!Reader) // Tumblr
Summary: Perhaps this is all it takes for love to bloom. A blind date, a chance encounter, an alignment of proverbial stars.
WC: ~2.5k
Content tags: blind date, fluff, humor, romance; written for the Blind Date Matchmaking collab
Yours (Knight!Caleb x F!Princess!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: Caleb is yours. He’s always been there for you. And he always will be.
WC: ~3.1k
Content tags: medieval AU, knight!Caleb, princess!Reader, arranged marriage, dark themes
Jujutsu Kaisen
Careless (Vampire!Geto x Vampire Hunter!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: Bounty hunting was a lucrative gig, especially when it came to creatures of the night, so you were ready to pay any price in exchange for the handsome stranger’s graciousness.Or so you thought.
WC: ~3.5k
Content tags: 18+, mild coercion/manipulation, vampire!Geto, vampire hunter!Reader, spicy biting and blood drinking
Sharing is Caring (Professor!Nanami x Professor!Reader) // Tumblr // Read on AO3
Summary: In which your cat warms up to Nanami Kento as your relationship blossoms, and you find yourself having to remind your feline friend of the importance of sharing.
WC: 2.7k
Content tags: college AU (kinda), professor!Nanami, professor!Reader, fluff, domestic fluff
Miscellaneous Writing
On Miquella and Radahn's One-Sided Vow [Elden Ring SOTE]
The Parallels Between Miquella and Lothric [Dark Souls 3/Elden Ring]
Fics tag: #espace--positif
Misc. writing tag: #espace--positif yaps
Random bullshit tag: #espace--positif yaps a lot
My art tag: #espace--positif draws
Asks tag: #espace--positif answers
I'm still fairly new to posting my writing to Tumblr, but I'm open to requests/asks if you have any! I just can't guarantee that I can write every single request, but if it's within what I'm comfortable with, I'll try my best to fulfill it.
I also love to yap about my fandoms, so feel free to interact with me about everything and anything related to Fromsoft, LADS, JJK, and D2 :)
I've recently learned that escaping enshitification is actually really easy. When I was younger I would use FOSS (free and open source software) because I usually couldn't afford anything else. Back then the paid options were usually significantly better than the unpaid options so when I finally got money I started using the paid stuff and completely forgot that Foss existed.
If you don't know why Foss is awesome its not just that its free. Open source software has a huge set of advantages. Most software is proprietary meaning that its code cannot be viewed by other people. Open source softwares code can be viewed by everyone and people can contribute their own code to make it better. Open source is often more secure than proprietary because more people have more eyes on it and more people have contributed to it's security. Its also easy to know how much privacy you have with every software because you can read the code. No more "trust me bro I'm not harvesting and selling your data" you know if they are collecting and selling because the code is publicly available.
In the last two months I have been switching almost completely to Foss. I was worried at first because when I stopped using Foss over 10 years ago the average Foss software was genuinely worse than the paid proprietary alternative. Thankfully things have really come full circle. 90℅ of the software I have tried in the last 2 months works better than the proprietary alternative and is 100℅ less obnoxious.
So here is a list of every Foss software I have tried and recommend. There is way more than this available. This list is just what I have used and like personally. Anyone can feel free to add and we can turn it into a master list. Please just take these as a place to start and do your own research to see if these softwares will work for your use case before you fully ditch your proprietary software.
Operating systems
Graphene os: android alt. Security and privacy focused. The most secure and private smartphone currently available.
Linux mint: easy to use linux, 100℅ better than windows.
Pop!: The Linux distro you should use if you have nividia hardware and want to play games using said hardware. Very intuitive and easy to use.
Kubuntu: Ubuntu Linux with KDE desktop. This is the linux distro one I am currently using and I don't have any plans to jump ship again. Better than windows and better than Mac. The companion app for your phone makes life soooo easy. Its pretty and easy to customize to a ridiculously granular level. No fucking notes.
Kindle jailbreak- ko reader: use jailbreak to free your kindle from the tyranny of the bezos. It will download ko reader which is a Foss OS that has every fucking feature you always wished kindle had and let's you read whatever the fuck you want, and have whatever the screensaver you want (no more ads!). Soooo fuck amazon and use this. I genuinely cannot recommend it enough.
Linux FOSS: (some available on windows and android as well)
Calibre: Foss desktop eBook library. Packed with features. You will want to use this with koreader to make managing your kindle easy.
Manuscript: skrivner alt. Does absolutely everything I need.
Bitwarden: password manager (use a keepass fork if you want self hosted)
Next cloud: private google drive and cloud alternative that you can self host if you want but it's not required. App available
Proton VPN: to the best of my knowledge it is the only Foss no log VPN you can get. You can pay for higher speeds. App available
Quad9dns: free encrypted DNS provider. App available.
News software:
Use any Foss RSS reader and for the love of god stop getting news from social media. Take control of your feed!
Apps (I only know for android)
Fdroid: great app store to find Foss android apps and download them.
Antennapod: you can get all of your podcasts fetched to one feature rich app via RSS feed. No need to rely on spotify or music steaming services.
Openreads: it's good reads but private and 100℅ stored locally. No amazon, no social media aspect, it just tracks your reading, you can import your good reads but if you want to import from storygraph you have to make a good reads burner account, import to good reads, then import to openreads. The menus Navigation on this one is a bit cumbersome but honestly good reads app is worse.
Newpipe: YouTube frontend that let's you have YouTube subscriptions, watch YouTube in the background, and blocks all ads, without logging in to YouTube. You will want to use this one with a VPN set to Canada (or any other country) so YouTube doesn't keep blocking it in order to force you to sign in. But even with that extra step its worth it for the privacy and the lack of ads.
Proton mail: one of 2 more private gmail alts. But you should note that email cannot be 100℅ anonymous or private.
I think that's it. There are still a lot software varieties I am slowly finding.
How do you think Messmer copes with pain? How do others close to him try to reach him?
He tries to bull through it, to mask his pains, but it's impossible to hide all of it... He has so many ailments... His scoliosis, his lungs not getting enough air... (His breathing sounds after he runs- you can actually hear it, and the poor man struggles)- Heck SHEDDING where the snakes bodies meet his own...
He likely would... Not push them away, but more so not want to be a BURDEN on anyone. But we know those in the keep care deeply for their Messmer.
A hot, hot bath, ohhhh goodness, HE WOULD LOVE A HOT BATH possibly with salves and lotions for his skin, help him shed (not to be gross, and he so would worry and appologize that it is)
"I am... Most grievously sorry thou must witness this. Surely, 'tis a spectacle... If it be too much to bear, I prithee, do not subject thyself thereto..."
But they would reassure he's fine, help rub his back, gently clean the flesh where the snakes and his body meet, as well as any wounds or scars- without judgement.
Getting him OUT of the bath rould be another matter entirely though. SORRY. HOT WATER FEEL GOOD.
oughh if you're open for messmer requests, maybe some first kiss/touch headcanons? im thinking he craves it desperately but is hesitant bc for one he's been touch starved since birth, and two Him Big compared to tarnished/reader, so he's concerned about accidentally hurting them
✭ pairing(s): messmer x gn reader
✧ a/n: hiiiiiiiii im sorry this one took so long!!! i admit, as much as i LOOOOVE MESSMER, its really hard to write soft stuff for elden ring in general... and by the time i started it was like a couple weeks before Wilds would be released and NOW im playing wilds... yada yada ANYWAYS! given the fact i got my little messmerito (messmer plushie!) i figured why not finish this between hunts... el oh el
✦ taglist: @fffrost, @shinysora
🗒 cw: gn reader, tarnished reader, just hcs so its kinda got odd pacing, not proofread
✎ wc: 1.1k
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With how scant love and affection is within Messmer’s life, he himself is quite afraid of it. He doesn’t grasp the concept as well as most, seeing as the most love he’s known has led to strife and heartache. In fact, the closest thing to love he knows is limerence. Until you.
At first, he’s scared. Terrified. So scared it makes him sick. He isn’t scared of you or the relationship, but the change. He’s spent most of his life making sure no Tarnished gets close, much less live within his presence. So why does he take such a shine to you? Why does he allow you to quell the ever-burning embers of his rage? Change has never treated him right, so why would it now?
The first month or so, he is incredibly distant. He treats you more of a guest than a lover. But he still shows that he cares, or that he’s at least trying. Better accommodations, your own bedroom, and whatever else you could ask for. He allows you privacy (of course), so much so that it seems more like he’s distanced himself from you, and asked the Fire Knights to ignore your existence.
Eventually, he warms up to the thought of touch, words, etc. Sometimes you’ll catch his eye lingering on your face (and lips specifically) for a moment too long, he’ll “accidentally” nudge your hand with his, only to pull it away all too quickly. He spends more time with you too, often-times following you around the keep like a shy puppy when he has nothing else to do. He finds it hard to speak, however, too flustered to squeeze any words out. But still, he’s trying! It’s better to let him take the lead and take it at his own pace, despite how hesitant he seems.
The very first time Messmer actually properly held your hand was after a particularly long conquest. He was tired, completely and utterly. He had yet to wash the blood from his hands, or his snakes, and simply wandered throughout the keep until he found you. Never before had he been so confident, and yet, almost subconsciously, he had cupped your hands within his. He was gentle, incredibly so, simply staring down at your hands splayed out across his fingers.
He had used this gesture as a way to calm himself down. Despite being, as he would describe it, a creature of war, it still tore at him. At what point would this crusade for a mother who hadn’t so much as gazed upon him in several thousand years end? When would he get respite? That wasn’t love, no, the Tarnished’s hands within his– so small and delicate compared to his, yet utterly perfect– was. From that moment on, he began to redefine ‘love’ for himself.
In his otherwise unaddled mind, he would’ve chastised himself for showing such weakness, even if his heart was completely overflowing for you. But, in the moment, all he finds himself doing is simply staring down at your hands within his, feeling the cold seep into his skin. You have never seen such a soft look on his face before, sorrowful and torn, perhaps even unsure. Is this truely what he was born to do? Kill, and kill, and kill, and burn, and plunder? There had never been such a time to ponder on this, or find the answer, until then.
From then on, he grows a little bolder. When you two walk around the keep – rare as it is – his hand finds yours. It starts with simply tapping the back of your hand with his, before linking pinkies with you. He’s too afraid to properly hold your hand, acutely aware of his size and perhaps even strength compared to yours. Despite his worries about that, he is so very gentle.
Kissing is a whole different subject. Intimacy in general, as seen, is a pretty big leap for him. He understands that there must be more past tender touches and kind words, and he wants, so desperately, to achieve that. But he is truly afraid. It took him a lot of strength to get to the point where he could hold you, so I imagine it would take a lot longer to simply kiss you.
Unlike how it was with holding you, he finds the courage to do it in a much more quiet, and comfortable environment. Sure, the Keep is a ‘home’ to him, but it is still a space where the two of you could still be seen. Messmer, unfortunately, is still afraid of that prospect. It feels almost heretical, to openly display his love beyond gifts and treasure.
So, after he had finally warmed up to the idea of you two sleeping in the same bed, he seems to grow a bit more fond of affection in general. It’s private, quiet, and safe. He permits himself to act much more leisurely, enjoying ‘lazy mornings’. Or, at least, the closest things to them. In the fleeting moments before reality sets in, he quite enjoys draping his arms over your body, sometimes pulling you in closer. It is a simple gesture, but one he’s quite fond of, nonetheless. To have the luxury of waking up to someone he dares to call beloved is rare. And he intends to enjoy every moment of it.
The first ever kiss he bestows upon you is during one of these mornings, a small, almost tentative, brush of lips to your forehead. Almost barely perceptible, like he decided to back out the minute his lips touched your skin. Just as you look towards him, Messmer is pulling back, a small, nervous smile painted on his lips. He looks hesitant, as if he is wondering if he can do it again. Not if you’d allow him (which, of course you would), but if he could find the courage to kiss you again. He doesn’t dwell on it much longer, leaning back in to press a fleeting kiss to your lips. Unsurprisingly, he is warm. So, very warm. His lips are chapped, but not necessarily unpleasant to kiss. As quick as the kiss is, it is something you could get used to.
And it becomes routine from there. A kiss in the morning and a kiss in the night, something awfully domestic. Sometimes it’s quick, sometimes his lips lingers, however it is never charged. When he lingers, it’s always a bit more emotional. Perhaps he’s had a particularly bad day, or he just… isn’t feeling well. Suddenly, something that seemed so far out of reach for him – love – had morphed into something far more… simple. Comfort. Perhaps it is the fact that this action has become so standard to him, or perhaps it is because of you, but these kisses help wash away any lingering insecurities. Maybe not the ones that have sunk their angry claws into his heart, but such simple affections are enough to allow himself to pick himself up, time and time again.
*feral pterodactyl screech* I NEED AN ABSOLUTELY FILTHY MESSMER #2 🤤
Pretty please 🥹
#2 … moaning each others names (from this list)
how could i resist? ;D
“Messmer.”
His name spilled from your lips in a rapturous sigh, the syllables stretching, soft, wanting, until the hall itself seemed to echo with its remnants.
Another thrust, another shallow roll of his narrow hips, and there, again, a new iteration of his name coaxed from your slackened lips - slow, this time, heavy with breath and laced with desire.
Transfixed by the shape of your mouth as it formed his name, Messmer set his lone, golden eye upon your lips as he wrapped long, slender fingers around your splayed thighs. They shivered and twitched within his grasp, and as his thumbs trailed along their lengths, skin bare and glimmering with sweat, your mouth quivered, tongue flicking along your lips to spread slickness in its wake.
Onward he pressed, kneading at the soft, flushed flesh of your inner thighs, until the pads of his thumbs teetered upon their apex, tracing along the seam where your body joined with his. Heat against his digits, soft, slick, and then your mouth dropping, forming an ‘o’ of soft delight as he traced your entrance, gaping around his rigid cock.
“Messmer.” His name was a plea, a prayer. A powerful thrust broke it in twain, scattered its syllables along your tongue, and the next time you spoke it, it was little more than a cry, a moan, a breath.
But it was never a curse.
Another thrust, another aching drag of your inner walls along his heavy cock, and you were nearly insensate with desire. His name became a chant on your tongue, quick and hot along your palette, wreathed in need and thick with longing.
“MessmerMessmerMessmer - !”
The syllables lengthened, shuddered, broke, until you were sobbing them against his helm, fingers wound tight within his crimson strands and body twitching as he coaxed it through the throes of desperate release. Onward and onward you writhed, your mouth gaping, breaths short, his name becoming a gasp becoming a scream becoming a howl.
And then -
“Messmer.”
- a whimper, soft, tremulous, and full of joy. It was on the cusp of that sweet entreaty that Messmer spilled within you, and it was against your lips that he rasped the name of his most beloved.
Wake up babe that bitch is horny posting about Messmer again 😭Sorry loves I missed the first train after class😘 here is your dessert ✨
Touchstarved Messmer: Who’s large hands coil around each thigh every time his tongues writes a sweet tune atop that sensitive little nub. Every time you cum on his lips he digs his tongue in, stimulating the nerves as they contract against his hot breath.
Touchstarved Messmer: Who pushes your legs apart when you face each other, he loves to watch the outline of his demigod girth pumping into your tight little cunt and tummy. slapping your tits softly as they bounce against the impact.
Touchstarved Messmer: Who picks you up like a toy, holding you by the hips and bucking his throbbing length straight into your cervix too hard. He’s sorry baby he’ll be more gentle next time.
Touchstarved Messmer: Who’s fingers slip into your mouth whenever you bounce on his cock. He loves to feel your tongue swirling around his nail while he spills that lava like cum into your core.
Touchstarved Messmer: Who uses your neck as a grip handle when he’s feeling extra generous with his length, thrusting up into your fluttering slit like a mad man as he whimpers in ecstasy how he loves the way you wrap around him.
Touchstarved messmer: Who’s index breaches your little asshole with a heated grip, ramming his cock into the depths of your slippery hole while he begs you to coat his shaft with all your love.
Here’s a list of general headcanons for Messmer the Impaler with a romantic flare. Some of those are kinda obvious, but I still wanted to write them down. The reader is vague and not necessarily tarnished. Enjoy~
Despite being steadfast and unyielding in his actions and appearances, inside all that composure Messmer is full of uncertainties, he tends to overthink everything and convince himself of the worst possible explanation for things. The man needs a great deal of reassurances to open his mind towards anything positive. For example, he can easily believe that you simply have something to gain from his affections, but it would take a lot of persuasion to make him trust in sincerity of your feelings.
It’s not that hard to start a fling with the Impaler. He doesn’t get a lot of action since literally everybody’s terrified of him either out of respect or hate. You’ve come this far and you’re not too afraid, so why not? You can hardly call it a romance, there’s barely any love, mostly satisfaction of physical needs, a matter of convenience, a stress relief if you will. If there’re any warm feelings for him in you – they’re unrequited, Messmer seems cold.
However, a true romance with Messmer is a slowburn. It’ll take a lot of time, effort and patience and can be very frustrating. That being said, while it’s hard to get him to feel the feels, once you finally manage such a feat – it’s like a rolling snowball: he gets more and more romantic as time passes, reaching Shakespearean levels. Roses, poems, fancy pet names, never-ending courtship. At this point he doesn’t expect anything from you in return, just accept his advances and he’ll be the happiest demigod.
He does battle practices every(or almost every)day and regards it as a chore at this point. The Impaler used to enjoy training fights in the days long gone, now, after all these years of iterance, it’s simply vexing and monotonous. However, when you’re invited to either participate or spectate, Messmer’s much more enthusiastic, trying to impress you, showing off his best, most powerful moves. He barely hides his desire to be praised, wanting to hear in full detail which attack of his you liked the most and why. Invents new techniques just to keep you entertained and amazed.
If you’re having a spar, Messmer’s not the one to go easy on you, he wouldn’t disrespect you like this, so most of the time either the win is his or he declares a draw. That is unless he feels you need a boost of confidence, then, and only then, he’ll pretend to lose. He’s a good actor.
The serpents gravitate towards you and enjoy being petted, they love resting their heads on your chest and thighs, but it greatly embarrasses their master, he deems it incredibly inappropriate.
At first he didn’t like you touching his hair: where are your manners? Where did you lost your respect for his authority? He’s not a pet to be coddled and toyed with. And besides, the red hue is cursed, why would you even like it in the first place..? Yet eventually it grew on him, big time. Messmer would take off his helmet around you hoping you’ll get his silent invitation. He relishes in the feeling of your fingers combing through his strands, the way they’re brushing against his scalp gently... He may just fall asleep in your arms like this.
His skin is usually cold (because snakes are cold-blooded, yes), but Messmer can make himself quite hot with his fire magic. Always does it before touching you, incentivizing you to associate comfort and warmth with his presence. Before cuddling Messmer heats up his chest the most, so you’d snug even closer to him. In fact, he does this trick so often that you genuinely think he’s naturally very warm.
The man is bigger than you, so he’s a natural big spoon, yet he would love for you to hold him instead. All these centuries being a fearsome pinnacle of strength… Now he wants to be soft and vulnerable, if only with you and just for a little while.
Messmer is in constant physical pain, equal parts because of the curse and because of the blessing. The pain is just as much of a companion to him as are his winged serpents. He’s so used to that unending, dull ache that when you manage to relieve some of it with your gentle handling Messmer is ecstatic. He gets more sleep, looks healthier and happier, hunches less.
Also, I wanted to touch on his early life. We see Godwyn and Miquella as the gregarious type characters, as much as canon allows it, but I also think that Messmer back in the day was something of a socialite himself. After all, his knights absolutely loved him, so much so that they abandoned their birthrights for him.
On top of having admirable combat proficiency, Messmer had a great deal of charisma and possessed a witty sense of humor. He always seemed to know what to say and when to say it. A perfect balance between humility and splendor. He was laid back enough to hang out with commoners and foot soldiers, as if they were equals.
Judging by his friendship with Gaius, an albinauric, and his possible inferiority complex caused by his curse, he most definitely had a soft spot for the accursed and destitute, enamoring others even more with his genuine kindness.
Now, after all these years of warfare and abandonment, Messmer is, like it’s famously said, “a shadow of his former self” – he’s a sullen shut-in, a paranoid overthinker with severe depression.
☆ summary: Injured and in need of assistance, you take full advantage of Messmer's vulnerability.
kinktober '24 ☆ main masterlist ☆ ao3
Arriving at Messmer's chambers, you find the door already cracked open and you only pause long enough to take a deep breath before pushing the door further open and stepping through into the now familiar room.
His absence had been felt across the Shadow Keep, your discovery of his leaving only taking place hours after he and a close guard had long departed for whatever business had snatched their attentions.
One of the older servants, a sweet and elderly woman who managed most of the kitchen runnings had been the one to inform you of his return many days later. But her message came with a request, a summons which you were to heed immediately as your lord demanded your presence in his private chambers.
The heat of his room instantly pressed at your skin, making the thin cotton robe which made up your daily clothing feel tight against your flesh. A thin red ribbon, the material silken and smooth, cinched your waist and the pull of it gave you both some definition to your frame and also marked you as personal property of the lord of the keep. A designation which afforded you a decent experience as much of your time was spent in your assigned rooms or mingling with other servants.
As remarkably tall as ever, Messmer is lounging off the edge of his bedchamber and his back straightens as he watches you approach. He is half-nude, his long torso exposed fully while his lower half remained covered by some loose blankets, the light colours only serving to make the paleness of his skin even more pronounced. His snakes watch you with yellow eyes, protruding from his body in their various positions as they keep close to their master.
“I see you received my summons, spirited paramour.”
Spirited paramour.
A title he had bestowed on you quickly after he had secured his coercion of you as his willing lover. He had appeared pleased with himself at the title, pointing out the dual identity of your spirited attempt to kill him and also how quickly you had succumbed to being spirited away as his paramour.
“I was unaware of your return, my lord,” you reply sweetly, only the slightest hint of bite to your voice as you walk towards him with gentle footsteps. Taking in his appearance, you are surprised to note that he looks tired; a weariness sitting loosely on his features as the skin below his eyes appears somewhat sunken and darkened by fatigue. But your gaze is quick to fall from his face as you take in the most obvious change in his appearance, that being a thick patch of reddened skin which looks raw and recently burned.
Beginning at his collarbone and extending down past his right nipple, the expanse of burned skin looks painful to the touch and you cannot hide the grimace which stretches your lips as you stare at it with open interest.
"You are injured."
It wasn't a question and he didn't treat it as such as his dual gaze of gold and darkness pinned you with a serious look.
"By a filthy, impure creature no less. A divine beast of the accursed Hornsent, roaming free in the lands of Rauh and attacking the men stationed there. Had Gaius not been occupied I would have sent him to deal with it," Messmer explained, his voice low and calm as he watched your approach with a slight tilt of his head.
Surprise alights in your face and Messmer is quick to take note of it, his head tilting in such a way that many of his red locks drop past his shoulder to hang free in the air.
“You know of such beasts?”
“In my previous life,” you begin quietly having no reason to hide your knowledge, “I had encountered one similar in my struggles. It attacked and I was forced to flee.”
He considers your words, drinking in the explanation as his elbow comes to rest on his knee and his head balances delicately atop one hand.
“I would not expect you to flee much, my lover. Or perhaps I overestimate how deeply those foolish tarnished traits run?”
Ignoring him, you choose information over a retort, "Did you defeat it?"
"Its decorative head was delivered to the men of the northern encampment whom it had been terrifying. A boon to drive their spirits and alleviate their fears."
Standing before his bed, the massive frame of it perfect to house his elongated body, you rove your eyes across the sturdy wood as you nod. The cloths which drape across the structure look soft as hell and your fingers itch with the urge to reach out and stroke along them.
"What do you need from me, my lord? I doubt my summons was merely to listen to you speak."
Snatching your attention back his face, Messmer's spine straightens once more - a move which makes the burn marks on his pale torso even more pronounced - and his haughty tones wash over you with a familiar smugness as he takes the disrespectful question in stride.
"My injuries have left me with an unfortunate ache in my limbs. You will put yourself to good use in assisting me with such a menial task, little tarnished."
Inclining his head to a half-full bottle of oil which sits on the floor to the side of his bed, your task is obvious and heat flares in your cheeks as you realise he wants you to rub your hands across his vast frame.
As his chosen paramour, you had been intimate several times across the short time you had lived within the Shadow Keep. The first coupling, where he had claimed you, had been brutal and unforgiving but his attitude had been tempered in your engagements since – his desire for intimacy making him a more thoughtful lover than some of the men you had shared your bedroll with.
His size was always a challenge but he often took the time to prepare you with his fingers to ensure a smoother, less pained entry, and it was a decision which had softened the lingering resentment of his defeat of you. Not to mention the genuine pleasure which he appeared to enjoy sharing and, in the few times where his release had come before your own, he had continued to use his hands and cock to drag you over the edge of oblivion.
A demigod through and through.
Apparently.
You pick up the bottle of oil and walk around the side of his bed, quickly clamouring up atop the sheets as you take up position behind him – your body having to raise fully on your knees to give you the height necessary to reach his shoulders. Spilling a little of the oil in your hand, the scent of it is heavily perfumed and it catches your breath for a moment as you inhale it slowly and warm the liquid between your palms.
As you rub your hands, you take a moment to look at his back – an area of his body that you were quite unfamiliar with in your exploits. The skin there was as pale as the rest of him and equally as littered with imperfections. Regardless, you can’t help the thrum of pleasure that pulsates through your cunt at the thought of getting to touch him in such a manner.
Rolling your palms across his wide shoulders, the natural heat of his body makes the application of the oil much smoother as you spread it thinly across the scarred skin. He's covered by the history of his wars; sharp, white lines decorating the skin here and there while more ragged tissue covers a patch near the top of his shoulder, the scarring there looking more bestial in nature than anything else.
His snakes never take their eyes off you, floating in the air comfortably as they take in every small motion and expression which crosses your face as they stare with empty gazes. You try to not meet their eyes as you massage their master, feeling the taut knots which sit below his skin as his flexing muscles hold their tension.
A thought rises, unbidden in your mind, of what could have happened if the beast had gotten the better of him. With Messmer dead, your role would die with him, as would the protection that such a position provided you. You had seen some of the other men as they roamed the Keep, those war weary soldiers and generals who had witnessed you in your soft clothing and it had not taken much to notice how hungry their gazes were as they fell across your body.
With no lord to serve, you would be vulnerable to claims from another, but it was a concern for another day.
Messmer is as relaxed in your palms as you could expect and you can feel the rumble of his approval thundering through his chest as he enjoys the attention. A wicked thought rises in your mind as you shift your thighs together and feel the dampness there.
Abandoning his shoulders, you grip at his long arm with a firm clench as you snake your way across his body and deposit yourself in his lap. His hands move swiftly to secure you in place on his knees and a soft gasp slips free of your lips as you take in the aroused state of his cock, the thick length tenting the blankets which you are now perched on.
You move slowly, pulling the blankets free to expose his length and heat flares in your cheeks as you avoid his heated gaze. Fingers still slick with oil, you take a moment to transfer what little of the liquid still sat on your hands to his cock as you take him into your palm.
"Wanton little tarnished," Messmer growls, bucking into your hand and you wrap it around the base of his cock, "what do you think you are doing?"
Feigning ignorance as you continue to slowly use the residual oil on your fingers to coat his cock, his thighs are hard as they flex beneath your clothed groin.
"Taking care of you, my lord. Is that not my purpose?"
He's suspicious. Rightfully so. But he allows it.
Once he’s fully oiled up, you lift your body enough to pull the hem of your robe high and push it behind you to expose your lower half. Taking his cock in hand, you shuffle forward until you’re able to place his length between your legs and close your thighs around it. The heat of his cock is warm against the underwear which covers your sex and you shudder into the sensation as you gently lift your ass and drag your thighs across his oiled cock.
Content to allow you your desires, Messmer makes no attempt to hide his interest as his hard length jerks between your things, the pillowy flesh making his lips curl back into a smirk.
“Spirited paramour, didst thou miss my presence within the Keep?” His voice low with arousal, the familiar smugness is as subtle as ever.
“No,” you deny hotly, “the peace was delightful.”
At the response, Messmer growls, “Lies.”
His wide hands come to settle on your hips and his strength is as breathtaking as ever as he lifts and lowers your body with a steady rhythm, matching his light thrusts with your movements as he fucks himself between your thighs. The scent of the oil is heady and your breath comes in shallow pants as his cock rubs against the thin fabric which covers your cunt – every stroke slowly building the aching heat within your groin.
Messmer is as vocal as ever, his muted grunts and soft exhales making your hold back a smile as he enjoys your body. From this position you can feel his chest rising and falling as you splay your fingers across his torso, tactfully avoiding the wide burns. His hips move quickly though, building a pace which tells you that he is close to his release.
With a guttural noise, somewhere between a hiss and a moan, Messmer comes and his cock jerks between your heated thighs before depositing its seed in a wide arc with some of it landing on your thighs and some reaching as high as his own stomach. Your cunt twitches against the throbbing length, nowhere near its own fulfilment, but something in how slack Messmer’s jaw goes while his golden gaze dulls is stunningly distracting.
Pale and red, the son of a god, he truly was beautiful in how unique he appeared.
Sated and coated in his own mess, Messmer allows his body to fall back to the softness of his bedsheets as he reclines comfortably. A high noise, one not quite a scream, slips free of your lips as his right arm wraps around your waist and pulls you down with him.
He enjoyed physical contact in the aftermath, a fact that was as unexpected as his other strengths. Many of the men who you had known previously were very strict in their wants.
His leg tilts, pushing up between your legs and you spread them willingly, adjusting to the new position as you're now forced to cling to him like a maiden. Your legs a tangled mess of limbs and your head pressing to his chest, his arm pins you against him roughly - clearly unwilling to allow you to leave as he relaxes into the surprisingly peaceful moment.
Not willing to be the one to disturb the quiet, you let him adjust you as he sees fit and choose to give it at least five minutes before reminding him that your own frustrated arousal had yet to be met in kind.
