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elysixms · 3 days

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ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴍᴇʀ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ

✭ pairing(s): messmer x gn reader

✧ a/n: chat is it like financially acceptable to buy a $260 collectors edition when you already have the game just for a statue of a guy You Like Too Much (do i have a thing for redheads?) also before anyone says "you can do anything you put your mind to" i can but also all i imagine is him splitting me in half so penetration... i know that he's messmer the impaler but not of this boypussy he aint

🗒 cw: SMUT, SHADOW OF THE ERDTREE SPOILERS, gn reader, tarnished reader, size difference, a little ooc, frotting, thigh jobs, handjobs, oral, accidental manhandling, hair pulling, praise, pesudo-bondage(?), not proofread

✎ wc: 1.1k

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Intimacy is a long abandoned thought within the lands between. Long gone are the days of tenderness, and in their wake, only blood and steel remain. That is to say, MESSMER is a virgin. Painfully so.

Sex is quite the foreign concept for someone who’s being is steeped within the flames of war. The most love he had known was his mother’s coddling before she had disappeared, and in his rage, he had never sought out another form of love. Torn between the want for his mother to look down upon him once more, and the need to kill, to earn her approval once more, the thought of loving another, of trusting another with his body, his mind, his heart, it is near unfathomable.

And yet, here you were. Someone who stirred such benevolent (and more) feelings within him. How so utterly kind of you to share with him your heart, your mind, your body. He must repay you in kind, of course.

Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room, or the snakes in the room, if you will. He feels quite embarrassed to have them there when you two… engage. While they understand and know his feelings– and they were the very obvious sign of his interest in you– to him, it’s the equivalent of having your pet in the room while you have sex. He makes them look away, since that is about all he can do. It is quite awkward your first time. But, they’ll come into play, later.

Due to MESSMER’s size, he is quite nervous about entering you, even with his fingers. It takes him a little while to get used to it. He trims his nails just for you, and he draws the line at two fingers, one is almost enough as it is. He gets accustomed to fingering you quickly, to have you sit in his lap while he presses his fingers into you, his free hand resting on your thigh and pushing it open, it is his own little piece of heaven.

Oral is another option for him, of course. Something that is much more easy on his mind, he doesn’t have to worry about delving too deep, nor about hurting you. He can just settle his head between your thighs and take what he wishes as you writhe above him. Pull his hair and praise him, and he’ll cum untouched. I promise.

He excels at oral, though. Put that practiced tongue to use. He maintains contact all the while, even though his face is quite red. He gives you this beautiful look that speaks volumes, ‘touch me, I beg’, it says. ‘Please’. And if you answer that plea, even simply by stroking his cheek, he lets out an audible shiver. Even his snakes shake a little, letting out a soft hiss as he continues.

On that note, however, good lord does this man enjoy a good frotting session. He is afraid to enter you, like I said, due to his size. Frotting is a good way to atleast feel you, while also granting himself pleasure, without hurting you. He could go on for days and nights just rutting against you, whimpering into your skin, simply basking in the (rather lewd) intimacy of it all.

MESSMER also quite enjoys thigh jobs. He loves them, actually. He sits you in his lap, fucking his cock up into the plush of your thighs, head buried in the crook of your neck as he guides your own rhythm. Of course, he could let you grind by yourself, but he prefers to take matters into his own hands (literally). It’s the least he can offer you (less of a workout) while he lets go of all his sexual frustrations between your thighs. He doesn’t mean to jostle you around as much as he does, he can’t help it.

Speaking of sexual frustrations, this man is PACKED FULL OF THEM. I’m not saying he could be fixed by jacking off, but he could at least feel a little better afterwards. With you, good lord has he calmed down. He’s a lot less tense, happier, perhaps even jubilant. You cannot wash away the fact that his mother is strung up and imprisoned by a god, but perhaps all MESSMER needed was to feel the warmth of another, rather than simmer in the ever-burning flame that he has come to know, and despise.

Now, about his snakes… it takes a long while for him to open up to the idea of them being incorporated into sex. Having them simply turn away makes it feel awkward, of course, but perhaps they could do more…? They do adore you, after all. Perhaps a little impromptu bondage? Keeping your hands tied as he feasts upon you, or perhaps keeping your legs parted as his cock glides against your own sex.

He isn't the most kinkiest guy, of course. Although, “kinky” in the Lands Between and Land of Shadow might be totally different to our description. The most he does is overstimulate you, but never on purpose. Sometimes MESSMER gets too ahead of himself, too wanting. And he takes what he wants, what he needs. Though he always apologizes afterwards, not that you mind. He never takes it too far anyways. He's got quite the stamina, yet still falls short due to his experience (i.e, zero).

Perhaps the two of you cannot be as close as you wish during sex, but that doesn't make the act any less intimate. Especially to him, a life so devoid of such love, only consumed by hate and longing, but never yearning. He's the kind of guy to cry during sex. Partially because it feels so good to him, but also because he has never understood this intimacy. Not until now. All sorts of proclamations of love spill from his lips as he guides your thighs along his lanky cock, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sobbing even softer words. Stroke his hair, whisper even sweeter words to him, and return the sentiment. He’ll cum harder, cry a little bit more, and reward you in kind. He’ll lift his head from your neck and look upon you with a teary-eyed, soft expression, and then kiss you oh so sweetly despite his cum coating your thighs.

MESSMER also likes a little balance in your guys’ sex life. He wants– needs to please you as much as you do him. He lets no deed go unrewarded, if you were to jack him off, he'd return by fingering you. And if you allow him to fuck your thighs, he’ll go down on you with a fervor that is unmatched. He makes sure you cum as much as he does, and vice versa. He’s a very fair man, in that aspect.

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elysixms · 22 days

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Alucard. <3

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elysixms · 1 month

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I just read a fic where a pathetic man got off from hearing the words "I love you".

(I'm drooling.)

-👾

Oh, that’s so Adrian.

You’ll be making out on one of the desks of the Belmont Hold, one of your thighs wedged between his while your hands grasp his hips and papers crinkle beneath his weight. His hands are tangled in your hair, his quiet moans muffled against your mouth. His eyelids flutter when you pull away, panting through kiss swollen lips, and you nose along his flushed skin. He smells of honeysuckle; heady and nectarous.

“I love you.” You say against the curve of his jaw, your fingers splaying over his warm skin beneath his shirt. “I love you, Adrian.”

He gasps, a ragged sound that’s ripped from his throat at your words, and his hip buck helplessly against your leg. Adrian’s orgasm catches you both by surprise, his jaw slack and his pale lashes dewy with overwhelmed tears. He fists the back of your shirt, his chest heaving, and his face grows a deep shade of red. He’s still hard against your thigh, even when his cum seeps through the fabric of his trousers to wet yours. “Sorry,” Adrian whispers, trembling, “I’m sorry, I—”

You quiet him with a kiss, dragging him impossibly closer, and he gasps against your mouth as you smile. “Do it again.”

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elysixms · 4 months

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pov : you’re dating raf 🎀 pt.2

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elysixms · 5 months

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LadS Short:

Just a lemurian cold?

Paring: Rafayel x Reader

Content: highly suggestive, biting, begging

Rafayel doesn’t answer her messages and calls. Sure, his inspiration occupied him completely sometimes, but he literally never misses answering his phone for her. So she went to his home, right after she returned from her two-week-long mission.

She found him in his bedroom, sleeping restlessly, turning and tossing from one side to another. The blanket was kicked to the ground and his bare chest layered with sweat, his lower body covered with thin pajama pants.

“Rafayel!” she hurried to his bed, sitting on the edge and reaching out to him. At the touch on his shoulder, he yanks his eyes open and grips her wrist tightly.

Then he recognizes her, his eyes fall half lidded as his posture relaxes, and he pulls her into his arms.“It’s you!” he nuzzles his nose in the crotch of her neck, cradling her close and inhaling her very own scent.

She had no time to react, and now she is flushed to his body. Worried, she wraps her arms around him and buried her hands in the soft strands of his lilac hair. Then she recognizes the little blue scales spread in small groups all over his upper body and neck. Illuminating in the dim light of his bedroom, they're telling that something is indeed wrong with the man in her arms. And then she feels the heat his body is emanating, burning through the layers of clothing she is wearing.

“Rafayel, what’s going on? Is it Ebb Day again?“ she asks now, seriously worried. But hasn't Ebb Day already been this year? What is going on with him?

„No,“ he growls into the skin of her shoulder, holding her tight.

Did he just really growl at her? What the hell is going on here? “Rafayel!” She tries to move his head away, so she can look at him. His face is covered in a deep crimson hue and his bluish-pink eyes unfocused, glazed with something she can’t really name. “If it’s not Ebb Day, what else? Speak with me, Rafayel!“

“Mhm” he just sighs, his gaze falling to her lips, and now she recognizes the emotions inside his eyes. Primal hunger, raw desire and pure lust. Her heart skips a beat and something inside her answers with a tingling feeling. The sight of him, looking at her like this, sends waves of heat through her. She gulps and tries to stay focused. Now is not the time for this! She calls his name again, demanding an explanation.

His eyes still clouded and with a husky deep voice, he answers: “You’re so warm…” he nearly begs. „Share your warmth with me, I need it so bad right now.”

He releases his grip around her, taking one hand off and guiding it down his chiseled chest. Further and further down, he leads her hand, over his pecs and abs. Till their hands reach the waistband of his pajamas. His intense gaze never leaves her for only a second. Her mouth goes dry, and her heart starts to race.

She tries to pull away her hand, but he holds her firm, pressing it to the bulge that has formed in his pants. Her fingers touching a hard, lengthy shape, hot through the cloth. She gulps again, trapped in his heated gaze and the feelings overwhelming her.

With a crackled voice, he leans in, brushing over her lips: “I need you, see?”

“Something’s wrong with you!” she tries to hold back, denying the effect his state has on her.

He chuckles quietly, trailing with his lips to the side of her mouth. With feathery kisses he moves along her jawline, beneath her ear, down her neck before biting softly into that soft spot between her shoulder and neck. A little moan escapes her mouth, and she curses herself. Rafayel knows her far too well…

A triumphant smile parts his lips. “It’s just a Lemurian version of a cold. Nothing my precious bodyguard can’t deal with. So help me get this out of my system, yeah?“ he whispers into her ear. His hot breath sends shivers down her spine.

“With Sex? I don’t think this is how it works…“ she tries a last time to resist.

“It’s exactly how it works.” he states impatient, kissing her neck feverishly now.

And then he suddenly grabs her waist, rolling her over himself to the middle of the bed. Now he is towering over her, elbows on both sides of her head. His body is pressing her down into the mattress, and she can clearly feel his wanting at her lower body. Rafayel stares at her, his usual two-toned eyes now filled with darkness. Desire is ruling in them and his face red with raw lust, the blue scales adding an otherworldly beauty.

His voice is deep as never before, but smooth as silk “Cure me, pleeease… Miss Bodyguard“ as he claims her lips with need and hunger.

And she gave in. What else should she do, if he’s so desperate after weeks not seeing each other. She misses him equally. Still worried about his state, but trusting him. If he thinks some rounds on his bed are beneficial for his health… who is she to refuse?

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elysixms · 5 months

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knitting tutorial made by a twenty-something knitting influencer: 18 min long, 12 of those minutes being the intro and a sponsor plug, they show the first few steps of the tutorial at the slowest speed known to man, they show the most important steps at a neck-break speed, they stop every five seconds to talk about what they just did, 40,000 comments filled with questions ranging from insightful to “how do i knit”, filmed with a camera that costs more than a car, the tutorial is incorrect.

knitting tutorial made by a seventy-something grandmother: two min long, filmed 17 years ago, shows you what you want with the skilled patient hands of a beloved deity, made with the world’s shittiest camera, the best video on the fucking internet, four comments and 30 views, you lose the video and never find it again.

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elysixms · 6 months

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Admiral, the general is touch-deprived.

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ based on the ask: "Please do one if you haven’t where Jing Yuan is severely down bad for reader and makes it known to everyone and they are just done with him"

✧ content: established relationship, fluff, make-out scene, humor, mentions of other characters

✧ a/n: where did almost 100 of you come- bless this ask for making me write needy jing yuan i love you. not beta-read again anyway buckle up this is another one of unfiltered shame for my love for one mere general with a silly thunder lord that he nicknamed shin-kun in the jp dub because the official title was way too long for this old man.

this was written in a google doc on the phone since I'm on vacation so I apologize if the formatting is messier than the first post 🫡

There's tension in the air.

"... As for Stargazer Navidia, there seems to be another onslaught of mara-struck cloud knights making their way within the area in the next few days. I'll appoint Lieutenant Yanqing to lead a few troops there by the next hour, but be sure to send a messenger cycrane if the situation gets too out of hand or you need to divide the troops up to cover more ground."

You hear a loud "Yes!" as you flip over to the next page, quickly scanning through the documents contents, purposefully ignoring the tension in the air, muttering the details lowly to yourself with a furrowed eyebrow.

It's the sort of tension you wish everyone just ignored, even though it's more difficult than it sounds.

Perhaps being fed up with your avoidance of ignoring the elephant in the room, one of the captains of the Knights loudly cough into the air before meekly addressing you, "Admiral [Name]?"

"Yes?" you look up with a smile, cocking your head to the side. A small gesture to ensure the captain that they have your full attention which makes the knight before you quickly glance to the side and away from you, although that didn't help the pair of eyes boring a hole into the side of his head, "The general…" he starts, coughing once again while glancing back and forth at you and the weapons displayed at the seat of Divine Foresight, "... Would very much like your attention, it seems."

As if on cue, the arms that were wrapped around your waist squeeze a bit tighter than normal. The sudden pressure makes you let out a grunt of surprise while Qingzu lets out another exhausted sigh. Meanwhile you glance down to lock eyes with Jing Yuan, who very much is staring at you with a small pout evident on his lips, "Oh so my darling has finally acknowledged my existence?" he jokes with a grin, meanwhile you merely stare down back at him with a neutral expression before resting your left arm carrying the paperwork on his gray head. The general uses the opportunity to nuzzle his face into your waist, playfully biting into an exposed part of your skin from where his hand had wormed itself underneath your shirt, making you squirm away from him, to which he immediately grabs your back into his hold.

"If you haven't noticed dear, you're practically leeching onto me to the point I can't even stand at my usual side, that is to per say in front of the desk and not literally quite next to you and within your arms." You whisper to him gently. Flicking his forehead before whipping your head around to address the Cloud Knights before your husband can say anything in his defense.

You ignore the looks of disbelief on some of the soldiers' faces.

"I apologize for the awkwardness this position may cause, I can only hope for your understanding being that I've been away from the Luofu for a few months helping Marshal Fua with some matters at her fleet. I've only recently come back." you explain, gesturing Qingzu over to hand over the paperwork to her before waving your hand with a guilty smile, "You're all dismissed, please be safe out there."

"Lady Fu Xuan, how may I be of assis-"

"Are you two arguing or something?" Fu Xuan interrupts before you can even finish your sentence which leaves you staring wide eyed at her with your mouth agape, "Pardon? I'm not quite sure who you're referring to-"

"The general. I'm referring to general Jing Yuan, who else would I be referring to? He sits around the seat of Divine Foresight like a kicked puppy. Which makes it even harder to get any information in OR to him because he's not even mentally present! Can you fix him? Wonderful! Let's make haste to the seat."

You're not even allowed to finish your cup of tea or give an answer before the divination commissioner grabs you by the forearms and drags you out of the teahouse.

"Jing-" you haven't even taken one step into the seat of Divine Foresight before you're surrounded by the familiar scent of your husband. A gentle hand placed by your head while an arm is tightly wound around your waist. You can practically feel the smile of utter glee on Jing Yuan's lips as he buries his face into your hair.

"Darling, I thought you had the day off today?" he mutters into your hair, sounding a bit too happy to have you in his arms again to the point he's ignoring the death glares from Fu Xuan besides you, the divination commissioner just wanting to do her part of keeping the Luofu afloat.

"I was having my day off, before Lady Fu Xuan here dragged me out because someone didn't-" you struggle free to nag at him, but your husband merely smiles softly at you before lifting your chin to give you a quick kiss, "Now that you're here I feel more energized than ever, let me finish the paperwork for today and I'll join you, we can even play a round of starchess." he suggests.

You can practically sense Fu Xuan roll her eyes in disgust, able to hear her mutter about a "lovesick fool" before walking past the two of you, Jing Yuan merely grabbing your hand to lead you towards the seat.

So much for a day off.

You can't breathe.

"Jing-" another press of his lips onto yours as you find yourself pressed on the wall beside the door, "Yanqing-" you manage to breathe out when finally able to pull a tiny bit away from him. Pressing your hand over whatever surface of his face you can reach to try to shove him away, your other hand occupied with bracing itself against the wall.

Your husband ignores your literal hand on his face, somehow having more strength to still slant his lips across your own despite your efforts, the hand he has behind your head pushing you further against him while he shoves a leg between your own to keep you still, "Train-"

There's a rather loud set of knocks on your bedroom door followed by an exasperated sigh coming from behind it, which makes you freeze but Jing Yuan ignores it, sliding his tongue over your teeth while you resign yourself to slam your fist repeatedly on his back to get him to back off.

"General! I know you missed [Name] a lot during the months they were away from the Luofu, but you know that today is supposed to be a training day!" Yanqing shouts from behind the door, and you feel sorry over the realization he's aware of what's happening beyond it.

Feeling sorry enough for Yanqing whose probably already waited 15 minutes before knocking at the door, you muster whatever little strength you have left against your husband's addictive lips to grab his ponytail and yank him off and away from you.

Jing Yuan merely grunts in irritation, looking at you with a glare and swollen lips, but you ignore him. Opening the door before Jing Yuan can grab you again and giving Yanqing an apologetic look, "I tried-"

"It's better than last time, at least." He points out to which you merely sigh before opening the door wider, "I'll give you more pocket money this month, how's that for compensation?" You suggest, shoving your husband out the door before he do anything else, Yanqing smiling in triumph at your generosity.

"You're the best! Give me extra if I manage to land a few hits on the general?"

"5 more than usual and I'll give you an extra thousand." You settle, tapping Jing Yuan on the shoulder. Your husband turns around to face you with a hum, and you lean in to peck him on the cheek, gliding your lips over to his ear, "If you're a bit nicer to him today you'll also get a reward."

Needless to say, there were two very happy boys onboard the Luofu at the end of the day.

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elysixms · 6 months

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elysixms · 7 months

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I have a sudden need.... gender swapped Moshang

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elysixms · 7 months

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elysixms · 8 months

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my own indulgent headcanon is that luo binghe is hua cheng’s boss

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elysixms · 8 months

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〜⠀⠀ Casper replycons ! do not tag as f/o !

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elysixms · 9 months

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grimmy/casper emotes i've made so far! f2u, no credit needed but HIGHLY appreciated <3 check my twitter for more frequent uploads of newer emotes i'll most definitely make.

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elysixms · 9 months

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