from 10 to 0 (basically a tier list) demi gods parenting if they got a child while they are married to the reader (or adopting, no specific gender for reader)
Godrick - A 2/10. Would most likely graft the child,,, Kidding!! I don't think he foresees himself with a child, if he does it's to raise another child under the Godfrey heritage.
Radahn - 7/10, if he's not infested with Scarlet Rot. He cared alot about his child! He would raise them will morals and etiquette, would most likely encourage them to be a warrior. He loves you and his child oh so very much.
Morgott - 8/10, he ADORES his family. Since he married you, he's been so much happier and less alone. He would love that child to death, teach your child, care for them, even go out of his way to raise them to one day, just like him, care for the erdtree.
Mohg - 6.5/10, now, I adore Mohg, but blood is not the safest thing to have around a child. He loves your child, of course he does. Raises them to be a good future ruler of the Dynasty!! Extra points for being whipped for you beyond belief.
Rykard- 5/10. Human Rykard is a decent man, he cares for his family of course!!! But, his job as praetor is his main focus, not that you and your child aren't present in his mind, of course you are ! he loves the family you two have built together, but if work calls, he is there.
Malenia - 4.5/10, It isn't that she's a bad parent. She's just afraid to be too close, or hurt them by accident with the Scarlet Rot. +.5 for her absolute adoration of both you and your child. She's happy to have been able to start a family, even if her fear holds her back sometimes.
Ranni 7.5/10, She's excited to carry on her lineage, especially with the person she loves. She'd one hundred percent care for your child, even have her mischievous personality rub off onto said child. WILL have Blaidd and Iji very involved in your child's life.
Godwyn 8/10, He is a caring man, definitely so happy to have a family with the most important person in the entirety of the Lands Between. He puts most of his time into caring for your child, less time into patrolling for fighting dragons. He 100% flaunts his happy family. Fortissax loves your child aswell.
Messmer 6.5/10, He is so fascinated with your child. Hes such a caring father, and cries a little over how happy he is to have such a wonderful family. Messmer has always wanted love, and now he has it. In the form of a gorgeous child and a wonderful spouse.
Miquella - 6/10, He is excited. All this time, spent planning, breaking free from his curse, and becoming an ideal empyrean... He finally has something stable, safe. A child he cares for so much, and a consort he holds close to his heart. If perfection does exists, he believes it started when a family of his own was made.
Melina - 7/10, She LOVES your child. The third butterfly sibling, she uses her heat to keep you both warm. Melina holds you and your child close to her heart, it's what keeps the embers of her soul burning bright. For once, family doesn't seem like a confusing, irritating tree, but something worth cherishing.
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The stone was cold beneath your bare body. Soft white linens had been laid down for you, accompanied by plush pillows that cushioned your mortal frame. Still, it was not enough. You felt the smooth bricks press into your upper back as Radahn held you fast against the ground. His rotten breath fanned your face in warm puffs. You knew the smell better than you knew anything else—a bloated body in the Limgrave sun, a walking corpse along the roads of Liurnia, the entirety of Caelid. Droplets of saliva dotted your cheeks as his mouth drew closer to yours.
You turned your head and opened your eyes. Pale pools of gold stared back. He sat beside you with his four slender hands in his lap. Golden locks tickled your arm and brushed your cheek. His cheeks held a flush that looked painted on rather than settled under the skin.
He smiled. You felt your blood chill. “Be gentle with the Tarnished,” said his tender voice. How could something so unnerving sound so sweet? You squirmed under Radahn, trying to flee from Miquella. The general grunted and obliged you, but not gently. His mountainous body covered yours, shielding you from Miquella's enigmatic gaze and embracing you in a foreign closeness. The Tarnished were warriors, great and small, mighty and lean, stealthy and boisterous—they had no room for affections greater. That was the scholarly opinion (for what meager lot it counted for).
(In truth, the Tarnished held great deals of affection. To be Tarnished was to be shared; you knew it well. A golden finger furled for your newly-awakened brethren to beckon you in aid, a call to arms from the sapphire rings of the hunter to give your lost, bloodied kind a proper death, the messages in the stones in a language known only to those led by the grace—there was no more primal form of love.)
You flinched as Radahn’s face drew closer and shut your eyes. A wet flesh prodded your lips, and you felt your stomach lurch. The flesh slipped past your taut lips and into your mouth. You gagged and bit down, but Radahn cared not. He explored the dark, damp cavern of your mouth, grazing your teeth and gums and tongue. He even had the audacity to reach your throat. You groaned in discomfort and opened your eyes—
To find Miquella looking back at you.
“Forgive him, please,” implored the ascent demigod. “He’s forgotten what flesh feels like. Allow him this for just a moment.” You shook your head. Miquella's chest twitched with a soft breath. “Very well. Brother, release.”
Radahn's tongue slipped from your mouth, and his warmth from your body. He retreated to Miquella's side, leaving you on the floor. You took solace, even if your freedom was brief. Brief freedom was not a stranger to the Tarnished. Many could never afford to spare even a moment to rest about the graces.
Yet here you sat in luxury, in safety. It was tentative safety, but as the old musing went: beggars shan’t be choosers.
Kinktober Day 8 - Belly Bulge, Starscourge Radahn x Reader, Elden Ring
Masterlist
Misc. Tags - afab reader, p in v sex, cunnilingus, fingering, lowkey hate that i remember how to spell that now, overstimulation and orgasm denial, size kink kinda, belly bulge obv
WC - 495
Nsfw under cut
You were growing impatient, clenching and quivering around two of his fingers time and time again, your throat was hoarse and your eyes watery. The way Radahn curled his fingers against your insides, his tongue hot and heavy on your folds. Your legs couldn’t seem to still be at the stimulation so generously given.
“Radahn-” You let out a shrill sound, grabbing at his long red locks and pulling him off of you, legs kicking and shaking. He almost seemed to growl as you pulled him off of you, his chin was soaked, even some of his mane seemed to be drenched in your slick. “-please, just fucking fuck me already.”
His hand slowly retreated from your sensitive slit, slick sticking his fingers together. You understood the caution, but you were coming to the point of you not caring if it hurt when you finally became one.
“Are you certain?” His voice rumbled with want, yet restraint, he was so unbelievably gentle when it came to you.
You fervently nodded, face flushed and warm. “Yes - I’m certain. I want you.”
He took a deep breath, a near shiver passing over his body as he aligned himself with you. Just as Radahn himself was, he was large, even with the time spent preparing you, you didn’t think you’d ever truly could be ready for him. Long and thick, his tip pressed against your comparatively small hole, you gulped - as did he.
A shared roar of rapture emanated from the both of you once he began to sheath himself. You both were sensitive, you being pushed to the peak time and time again, and he denied himself of pleasure so that you would not be hurt.
Despite being so very slick, so very wanting, there was resistance, a nigh horribly painful stretch, but it was also wrought with pleasure. You panted, clenching your eyes shut, taking in the sensation of him slipping into you.
“You - fu - feel so good. You look so good.” Radahn, for as much stamina as he had, panted too, his massive hands trembling as they clutched your waist, pressing into you more. You didn’t know if you loved how slowly he chose to go, or if you resented him for it.
You bit your lip, trying to keep your desperate noises to a minimum, and opened your eyes again. He hovered above you, eyes fixated on your lower stomach. Something in your stomach flipped at the sight, and Radahn let out another moan. You clenched when you saw it, how he was hardly half way inside of you, yet your body seemed to shape around him - accommodate him.
There was a protrusion - a bulge in your belly, you looked from it to Radahn, who had paused pushing in. He looked up to you for confirmation, and you gave a shaky smile and nodded. If this was only half-way... fuck, you were going to cum again before he even got fully inside of you.
It's all contrasts; Miquella's soft and shapely form at your front, Radahn's firm and muscular form at your back. Radahn's two arms are wrapped securely around your waist, squeezing you tight and warm; Miquella's three hands are cupping your cheeks and stroking your head and caressing you so tenderly. Miquella's abundance of golden hair spills over you like a blanket of the finest silk; Radahn's scarlet braids tickle against your skin with his movements.
The main way in which these two don't differ? They are both so focused on you; both giving their Tarnished companion such thorough affections and such dedicated attention. Miquella is utterly fascinated by you, his loyal and devoted one, his sweet follower who captivates his thoughts and loves him even without his charms; and Radahn, amused by the god's adoration and impressed by your battle prowess, truly enjoys your presence too...
And so, it's nowhere near unusual for you to end up sandwiched between them; enjoying the joys of their company as they enjoy yours.
Contains: NSFW under the cut, fat reader, size play, fat liberation terms
A/N: This might be a little canon divergent, I'm not super familiar with the lore aside from what our fictives remember. Elden Ring is my current hyperfixation, and I can't resist writing for it. Hope you enjoy!
Radahn adores your size. There's something about your overall shape that's just so attractive to him, whether you're curvy, boxy, infinifat to smallfat, your fatness as a whole is something he loves.
Plus, it feels nice having a partner he doesn't have to worry about breaking like a toothpick.
When cuddling with you, he finds your weight very soothing. He likes to pick you up and place you on his lap, holding you bridal style.
Radahn himself has a strongfat type build; it takes a lot of body fat to support the insane amount of muscle he has, but it also means he understands fat-related struggles himself.
If you're a fighter, he pays special attention to the way you fight. Both because he wants to examine your form - he's a war general, after all - but also because he takes pride in knowing you can defend yourself. Bonus points if you use your size to your advantage.
If you're a pacifist, a little spark in his heart ignites. Radahn has a desire to protect those he loves, regardless of what it does to him. He's sure to keep a special watch over you, knowing you might not be able to defend yourself.
He doesn't worry about your clothing/armor size, and makes sure you have access to it. Most garments in the Lands Between are custom made - including Radahn's, the giant he is - so sizing is generally not an issue.
Any rude comments made about your appearance - the idea that you're gluttonous, unhealthy, greedy, et cetera - are met with a scathing glance from him. He won't do anything physical, he knows what he's capable of, but know that person has earned his ire.
He makes sure to compliment your appearance (especially if you're self conscious about it), and is especially interested in the parts of yourself you might not like. Double chins, back rolls, and big arms are his favourite.
NSFW
As much as he's into PDA, Radahn prefers your most intimate moments to be kept between the two of you exclusively.
The way your rolls and belly bounce turns him on. He's super into how plush your belly feels, especially if you have a double belly. He loves to stick his hands - or more accurately just his fingers, knowing how huge he is - between the layers and play with it.
He has a thing for your thighs; the way they rub and jiggle when you walk or bounce on his cock is enchanting to him. Thighjobs are a favourite of his for this reason.
Speaking of his cock, as much as it's proportional to him, it's huge to you - the two of you have a pretty significant size difference. It's more girthy than it is long, but the length is still very impressive.
Radahn prefers to bottom. Knowing his strength and size, it's a real possibility that he injures you during sex, and he wants to avoid that at all costs.
That being said, he likes to hold your hips and love handles and guide you, whether you're having intercourse or outercourse. Radahn is a very caring lover.
His favourite position is anything where he can see your face. Cowgirl is probably his most preferred; he can see your face and body, and has easy access to your clit/dick and chest.
Morgott - This is really the gist of your dynamic. You've fucked around so many times that Morgott was bound to snap. And snap he did. Time to find out, Tarnished. Next thing you know, you found yourself on the ground, looking up at the Omen's enraged face. And his angry, leaking dick. Oh. Oh. Need a little help there, Morgott? Guess he did, what with the way you're practically loving on it.
Mohg - You thought you were cute trying to fuck around but Mohg showed you he was cuter by making you find out. Too bad it comes with a side of orgasm denial and making you ride him ceaselessly as he reclines on his throne. Hah. Thought you did something there, didn't you?
Godrick - Fuck you, Godrick, okay? Just... fuck you. You don't know who's worse, you or him, but what you do know is that you tried him one too many times to the point that his multiple arms and hands practically rip your clothes off you and make you scream and beg for more. Bonus points for Godrick making you suck on two of his fingers to 'shut you up'. Not for long, you spineless bastard.
Godfrey - Um... lmao. Why would you even try him, love? He's a grappler at his core and you don't even try to wrestle yourself out of his grip. Your entire being goes slack when feel the telltale signs of his arousal press against you and by the Erdtree. No wonder Marika liked him so much...
Radahn - Well, you don't even finish fucking around before he has you suspended in the air, his tongue and fingers doing stuff to your body that you never thought possible. He told you he'd have you screaming his name. Don't know why you didn't believe him.
Radagon - He's soft-spoken as always. But there's an edge to his voice that makes you shudder, doubly so as he thrusts into you brutally. Ferally. The walls of your bedchamber reverberate with the sounds of his name. And all who has ears to hear knows Radagon has claimed his prize.
Varré - Varré is an ass so why not bother him? And so you do. And his response is to... not fuck you. Because that's what you weren't expecting. And so it turns into a game of cat-and-mouse and you're more than 1000% sure you two are going to hatefuck in the near near NEAR future.
Patches - In this scenario, it's the reverse. He fucks around because he wants to find out. He wants YOU to fuck HIM. He's glad you got the hint (finally) but did your epiphany have to happen while you're fucking him silly?
Godwyn - He's an adorable golden retriever that you never really took seriously until he fucking snapped. You didn't think the man was capable of fucking you senseless, did you? You were very pleased. And very satisfied. You also reveled in the love bites he blessed you with. And poor Godwyn is so flustered but you can't help but love the way his blush deepens when you flash him a lecherous grin. You'll have to do this often.
