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acapelladitty · 6 months

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Morgott/Reader - Teasing (Kinktober #8)

Summary - Enjoying a very private moment with the Omen King, you tell Morgott an interesting tale which has a very wicked and ulterior motive for you both to enjoy.

“Filthy tarnished, thy tongue is as soiled as thy undergarments.” A gnarled finger brushed the scant fabric which covered your sex and even the light touch drew a keening sigh from your lips as his finger came away damp. Heat building in your groin, you roll your hips against his lap, teasing the thick, hardened length which remained hidden away below his tattered robe.

“My tongue is talented in many ways, my king. Allow me to show you.” With a coquettish flutter of lashes, you extend your hand towards his palm and wait for permission.

He complies quickly and the weight of his hand dwarfing your own is almost enough to make you giggle but you bite it back in an instant. Instead, you curl your hand around his finger to bring the dampened digit to your mouth.

“Tarnished-” Morgott mutters but cuts himself off with a hitched breath as you part your lips and flick your tongue along the pad of his finger.

You taste yourself, the cooling tang of your own arousal flooding your mouth as you press forward to suckle at the tip of his finger; teeth threatening the rough skin there as you swirl your tongue around the digit to pull it in further. Giving it all the attention you would soon be providing to another, very pronounced part of his anatomy as it noticeably twitched beneath your cunt.

Morgott growled at the display, the rumble of the sound coursing through you like a vibration and you immediately decide that you will do whatever it takes to make him do it again.

“My king?” You ask, pulling his finger free of your mouth long enough to glance up at him with wide, questioning eyes that brim with faux innocence.

His hands drop to wrap around your waist, pinning you in place as his mouth dips forward to press against the shell of your ear.

“Don’t think I will be fooled by that virtuous gaze.” Morgott mutters and his hot breath against your skin makes you shiver. “You forget that I have enjoyed the deviancies that you offer so willingly. No innocent maiden would dare to spread her legs so willingly for such a monster.”

“You caught me.” You gasp out, tilting your head to allow him to run his lips along your exposed neck, his sharp teeth grazing the skin in a deliciously threatening way. “Now what will you do with me, my king?”

“Hmm,” Morgott considered his options, “perhaps I should force thee to thy knees? Have thee service thy king like a true whore should?”

His hand wraps around your waist and the sheer power and strength which radiates from his grip as he easily plucks you from his lap and drops you gently to the floor before him takes your breath away. The floor is chilly beneath your knees and you shuffle uncomfortably as you seek out a position which is a little more enjoyable – your eyes never shifting from the thick heft of his cock as it now juts free of his tattered robe.

Much like the omen himself, his cock is monstrous. As thick as your wrist and mottled by a pinkish hue which extends out into his reddened cockhead, his entire length is dotted with small barbs which almost seem to curl against your fingers as you brush against them. Soft and only slightly textured, you had long since discovered their sensitivity and your elbows fan out across Morgott’s knees as you stroke your hand along his cock, your fingers unable to touch due to the girth.

“Shall I tell you a story, brave Omen King?” You ask, enjoying how responsive he is being as his body shudders beneath your gentle ministrations.

Caught off guard by the question, his expression quirks for a moment before settling into heated amusement. Morgott nods, his eyes gazing down at you as you remain in what must be a delightfully submissive position before him.

“In my village, the older girls would whisper a story around the fires late at night.” You began, using his undivided attention to your advantage as your hands fumble messily with the head of his cock before slipping to down to cup his balls. “Only when all the men were gone, and the little ones had fallen asleep. Isadora and her Beast, is what they called it.”

Rutting slightly into your hand as he fought to keep his control, Morgott’s fingers were curled around the arms of his chair and his knuckles were visibly white with the effort of keeping them there.”

“Yes?” He encourages, his tone tight and strained.

“Isadora was a maiden, one of great beauty, who spent most of her days down by the riverside washing her bed rags and clothing.” Pumping his length, you match the cadence of your tale with your hand for added emphasis, making note of the clear droplets of release which were weeping freely from his slit. “One day, after the sun had begun to set across the way, she was set upon by a pack of wolves. Terrifying beasts which all the locals feared due to their ferocity, Isadora quickly found her shift dress ripped to shred by the beasts as they attempted to tear at her with their teeth.”

“Poor maiden, foolish for her to journey alo-.”

“Silence, my king. This is my story.” You hush, tapping a finger along his cockhead to silence him as his hips buck into your fingers. “But Isadora was quickly saved from certain death. As she cowered by her wash basket, a beast of monstrous size set upon the wolves, driving them off just as quickly as they had appeared. It was a creature of old, a monster which stood over her like the evening sky and it gazed down at her with a hunger which sparked a heat in her exposed skin – her heart racing as warmth spread through her most intimate parts.”

Morgott’s eyes were lidded as they gazed down at you, his head tilting as his fangs peeked free of his curled lips – eagerly anticipating the next part of the tale as his cock jerked within your grip. So focused on your task, your other hand dipped beneath your skirt and your breath jumps in your throat as you provide some relief to your aching cunt, your fingers quickly growing slippery due to your arousal.

“As reward for saving her, she told the beast to do what it wished with her. To use her how it desired, and desire is what it sought. The beast set upon her, knocking her roughly to the ground and tearing what remained of her shift from her skin. It used its claws. It used its tongue. It ravaged her in a way that no man ever had, and Isadora screamed her ecstasy to the heavens as the beast took her.”

“Filth.” Morgott growled, watching with interest as your free hand continued to move beneath your skirt – his nose flaring as he scented the fresh arousal in the air. “You sound as though you admire her.”

“I sometimes wondered, when I lay in my own bed in the dark of the night - my hand moving between my thighs, slickened by my own need as it is now - if I would have been as brave in her situation.”

“Bravery is not lacking within you, common sense perhaps, but never bravery, foolish tarnished.”

Squeezing the tip of his cock, his teasing words dropped into a bestial gasp – one which showcased every one of his sharpened teeth as his head reclined and his cock twitched in your grasp, desperate for more as it leaked pre-cum freely.

“I asked you what you were going to do with me, my king.”

“Indeed you did, my light.”

Pulling your fingers free of your cunt, you rise to unsteady feet and press your digits to his lips – gasping in delight as his tongue does not hesitate in slipping free to wrap around your fingers and pull them greedily to his mouth, tasting you with earnest.

“Ravage me. Take me in such a way that the tale of Isadora and her beast would feel shame to even be put into comparison. By claw, by tongue, and by cock. Make me yours in such a way that no other could ever compare.”

The growl which slips past your fingers as they remain within Morgott’s mouth sparks a deep shudder across your skin as you relax your frame, ready for your beastly king to once again take what is rightfully his.

#morgott the omen king #morgott the grace given #elden ring morgott #morgott x reader #elden ring #fromsoft #Soulsborne #morgott x you #smut

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monstrousvoice · 1 year

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Have any of y'all seen this post before? It's important.

A Tarnished not native to the Lands Between, and doesn't speak the common tongue: *In a thick accent* "Omen bring good luck, not bad luck. I have Omen, see, him face,"

Morgott, golden eye peaked open to watch the Tarnished as their hands scratch around the base of his horns: "..."

The Tarnished: "And I am not dead today! Good luck!"

#Elden Ring #Morgott #Morgott The Omen King #Morgott X Tarnished #Morgott X Reader #This is so dumb but I thought it was cute

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tamariasykes-art · 4 months

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Could I please ask you for a thingy about Morgott discovering that the Dung Eater is on the loose and plans to subject the Veiled King's lover to the (fatal and implied to be torturous) seedbed curse?

The first sign is a defiled corpse that appears in the streets of Leyndell. Due to the grotesque nature of the murder and the weird growth on the body, the matter makes its way from the guards to Margit and in turn to the Veiled King himself. From the first glance, Morgott quickly knows that what has befallen the victim is a Seedbed Curse and he knows that there is only one person capable of inflicting such a diseases.

He sends his spectral form down into the Subterranean Shunning-Grounds to confirm for himself that the Dung Eater as truly escaped his prison. Once his suspicious are confirmed, he will order the soldiers in Leyndell to be on high alert and report any strange happenings to him immediately. He sends more of his scouts out to spread in an around the capital, to act as his eyes and ears and monitor anyone who enter and leaves the city.

When the second defiled body appears, this time attached with a very direct threat towards his partner, Morgott is at first fuming. He withdraws to his chamber for the rest of the day to calm down, but his thoughts are running wild as he paces up and down his office. He is angry that the Dung Eater has managed to escape his prison, that someone so foul has been woken by grace yet again while the victims of his curse are never allowed the chance to return to the Erdtree.

The Erdtree. Whenever Morgott finds himself in doubt or otherwise uncertain of what to do, he finds solace in the presence of the Tree. He goes outside for a breath of fresh air and to pray. He feels calm afterwards.

That same evening, once his partner has settled down for the night he sits down to study some older scriptures detailing the Dung Eaters crimes and familiarizes himself with his enemy. He has heard about the atrocities the Dung Eater commit before he was imprisoned and later trialed. But he wants to refresh his memory on the matter to better plan ahead.

As he delves deeper into the scrolls, he reaches confirmation that for the Seedbed Curse to be planted, the victim usually has to perish beforehand and once the curse is inflicted, there is no way to cure it. With this in mind and no knew information from the guards he retires for the night.

The next morning he sits down to discuss the matter with his lover. It's a difficult conversation for him, mostly because he feels partly at fault for what has transpired but also because he would prefer to quickly handle this threat on his own and not bother his partner.

But he also knows that they have a right to know of anything that might threaten their life and that they have asked him to be more forthcoming and open when something burdens him. Morgott will share what he has acquired so far and depending on what kind of person his lover may be, they will act together accordingly.

Path 1:

If his partner is not a fighter or a confrontational person, Morgott will take on the task of ridding Leyndell of the Dung Eater on his own. With his knights watching every corner of the capital, he begins to devise a strategy to lure the Dung Eater out of his hiding.

He makes sure his partner stays inside for the next couple of days, in the safety of their shared quarters while he summons an illusion in their likeness that takes their place for the times when their partner is out in public.

Morgott makes sure to spend more time with his lover as he waits for the metaphorical fish to take the bait. He can't help but fuss over them, even if he knows the are well cared for. That they might be more worried about their safety than his own is something he fails to notice completely.

The next few days pass with only a few incidents, attempted attack at Leyndells knights with the attackers vanishing before they could be captured. Morgott knows that the Dung Eater is growing impatient, so he adjust his plans accordingly. The illusion of his partner ventures outside their quarters for longer, he adjust the patrol of the knights to leave small holes in their schedules.

Once the Dung Eater will take the bait, Margit will be there to put a swift end to his plans. He doesn't linger or hesitate when he delivers the final blow, instead he is just glad to have ridden the world from this vile person.

Path 2:

If his lover is a warrior and wishes to eliminate the Dung Eater themselves, Morgott would feel another new set of anxieties on top of his already existing ones. Among the many fears he has, seeing any harm or even death come near his lover is probably the biggest.

When his lover first breaches the topic, Morgott will probably shut them down. Even when he is well aware that he can't tell them what to do, a tiny part of him hopes that he could persuade them to take a different approach.

With a lot of gentle reasoning, they can finally manage to persuade him to let them handle the matter. This won't stop Morgott from fussing over them for the next days however as they prepare for the upcoming battle.

Before his lover heads out to search for the Dung Eater, Morgott will halt them, with a tense expression and explain that he has something to give to them, before they head out. He isn't particular gifted with Erdtree Incantations beyond the summoning of illusions like Margit or his weapons, but to support his lover he spent a lot of time and effort to master a specific incantation.

He conjures a blessing for them, that will shield them from harm should they find themselves injured and give them the strength to carry on, should they need it. If Morgott doesn't accompany them when they go out to slay the Dung Eater, he will stay behind and wait anxiously for their return. His duties for that day will remain undone as he all to consumed be restlessness wanders up and down their shared quarters.

When word finally arrives that the Dung Eater has been defeated and his lover his well, he feels relieved and hurries of to tend to them, should they need anything.

#ask #answered #my post #my headcanons #elden ring #morgott x reader #morgott the omen king #dung eater #hope you dont mind that i wrote headcanons instead of a full text

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vhsart · 1 year

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The Elden Ring brain rot is a force to be reckoned with U_U Why can’t I swear my fealty to Morgott

#elden ring #elden ring fanart #elden ring fanfic #elden ring morgott #morgott x reader #morgott the omen king #blaidd the half wolf #blaidd x tarnished

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vertebrates-and-pieces · 1 year

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... Alright, because my Morgott fluff craving is still strong.

What's the best way(s) to comfort Morgott?

For bonus: How would he comfort his partner?

Morgott, despite his complex of unworthiness, is also a paradoxically prideful individual. This combination makes him tend to lash out at most attempts at comfort, especially at first.

All platitudes will be swiftly rebuffed

"I'm sorry you went through that," Will only earn a huff and a terse response.

"Spare me thy pity."

He's not being rude or obstinate on purpose, mind you, he is simply so used to being almost entirely self reliant that accepting comfort or help feels like an insult. Wretched he may be, but who are you to look down upon him?! He has accomplished so much with so little, and to accept help or comfort almost feels like relinquishing a part of him that makes him who he is. He is firmly of the opinion that doesn't need your kindness as much as he doesn't deserve it.

The best way to comfort him when he gets into this whole thought pattern is to abstract it if that makes any sense. Find an example that seems unrelated but one that he can understand. He will likely argue at first but later return and begrudgingly accept what you have to offer. It is best not to rub it in his face that you were right, but to instead thank him for returning, for allowing you to help.

The Erdtree needs no help to stand tall, but his place as its staunch protector still has merit and does not devalue it's majesty. To begrudge a tree for being unable to hold a sword is to misunderstand its nature. As much as it pains him to admit defeat, it is hard to argue against that which he already accepts as true.

Be it truths, kindness, or even his own nature, he will become better at accepting over time.

If he's at the point where he is willing to accept touch and physical gestures, tactile comfort actually helps him a great deal. He is starved for touch and companionship more than he'll ever admit, so though he might say otherwise, the hand of someone he trusts rubbing up and down his arm means a great deal to him. The weight of this person leaning against him is grounding, keeping him firmly in the here and now where he is cared for and not alone. If they were to massage the tense knots of muscles that he refuses to acknowledge, he may grumble, call it unnecessary, but he won't actually complain. And if he leans into it and sighs, who's to say.

When comforting him with words, address things that he's actually proud of first before going into complimenting things that he does not like about himself, it lends credibility to the statements. Reassure him of your care and devotion often, he needs to hear it.

He will reserve his provision of comfort for those he deems worthy of it, but once that requirement is met, he is quite the giver. He will be stiff and hesitant at first as the comfort of another person is not something he is used to providing, but he is very good at lending an ear, and can be shockingly gentle and perceptive. He will mentally catalog what works and what doesn't, he will watch and learn how to be attentive to their wants and needs. Despite his sharp and biting tongue, he is capable of such genuine and heartfelt words, I know it I just know it.

I think his default comfort go-to is protection and service. He will instinctively assume a defensive position around you, glaring at any perceived threats as he ushers you away to a safer, more secure location. Need some water? Done. Quiet? He can make it so. Need someone tracked down and killed? The Night's Cavalry are currently scouring the area. Wait, you don't need any of that? You just need to be held? ….fine…. He can oblige. He's relieved you asked because he really wanted to hold you but he has a fearsome reputation to uphold and don't you laugh at him, this is a tactical choice he's is NOT shy the nerve

You really know you've made it once you are able to affectionately tease each other about these things. When you are able to call him an old sap and kiss him on the cheek when his eye becomes watery over a fond memory and only receive a snarl that is just for show instead of any actual indignation, that's the surest proof you've reached max affinity.

#emmie answers #morgott #morgott x reader #Morgott x tarnished #big fan of tsundere old men on this blog

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a-vexually-transmitted-disease · 1 year

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Me: or naurrrrr I have so much stuff to draw and personal projects to work on and

Also me: b b but scrunklegott deserves to be held gentle like! a semi truck.

I cannot be stopped. Also hands are so fun to draw

#my friend gave me a pack of brushes and I used. one #I’m a rat tbh #scrunklegott #Elden ring #morgott x tarnished #morgott x reader #morgott #elden ring morgott #elden ring margit #margit the fell omen

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shockwaifuafterdark · 1 year

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Consider for a moment

Sleepy thigh fucking with Morgott

You have finally returned from a long and strenuous scouting trip through the region around Mt. Gelmir. You both are exhausted and snuggling in bed, clean and comfortable at long last. After the constant vigilance and sleeping in shifts with your lover's projection in dangerous territory, you can't help but crave a little silliness now that you are safe and present and away from any prying eyes, so in a bout of sleepy but playful affection you begin wiggling and nuzzling against Morgott, pressing yourself into him and peppering his chest and abdomen with kisses. The movement of your bare flesh shifting against his feels wonderful, and he melts under your kind and loving attention. Despite your intentions being chaste, the mission meant that you had gone some time without intimacy and his cock slowly begins to harden under the stimulation. The two of you are tired and have no intention of really doing much about it. Morgott simply holds you close and returns your affections with a kind smile, rubbing your back, softly squeezing your sides, enjoying your physical presence. Without even realizing it, he starts to gently rock his hips against you and the feeling of him half hard and pressing against your legs like that has started to stir your own desires.

You push off his chest and he loosens his hold reluctantly, allowing you to disengage. You rummage through your discarded pack and Morgott watches you with confusion. When you retrieve a bottle of oil, he huffs in amusement.

"Insatiable thing," he chides you. "Is a single night's respite such a tall order?"

You reassure him that you have no plans to turn the night into one of wild passion, you just thought it might feel nice. Morgott grumbles but does not object as you lightly coat your inner thighs with the oil before returning to his embrace. His shaft, though not fully erect, still slides easily enough against your slickened flesh and you grin in satisfaction as he pulls you flush against him, hips subtly canting up, seeking your warmth. You bury your face in the fur trailing down his torso and listen to his heartbeat, enjoying the sensation of every cherished bump and ridge of his cock as it passes between your thighs, rubbing against your sex. You and Morgott move as one, a slow dance to the steady rhythm of your hearts, a lazy sort of pleasure without any plans of completion, until the drowsy rocking lulls you both to sleep.

#nsft #my writing #wrote this a while ago and decided to clean it up and post it to give you something small while i finish up the requests #morgott x tarnished #morgott x reader #x reader

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hewwo-tehbing · 2 years

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He's trying to work.

#margit the fell omen #morgott the omen king #margit x reader #morgott x reader #elden ring #This isn't the first time the Tarnished tries to tease him #margit x tarnished

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eldenbiscuit · 8 months

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An absolutely beautiful birthday Morgott from @bora-in-tamriel, isn't he stunning? :D Not part of TGH, just a snapshot of an affectionate moment. Love to see him happy. ❤️

#morgott #morgott x tarnished #morgott the grace given #morgott x reader #morgott the omen king #elden ring margit #margit the fell omen #margit the fell #margit x tarnished

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wxnheart · 1 year

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Your gasp caught in your throat as he pressed against you harder.

And god—god help you but fuck. Oh fuck—

You felt self-restraint in tight muscles, felt raw desire as hands grasped, palmed, and caressed your hips and ass. His huff of frustration kissed the crook of your neck and you could only let out a throaty laugh in response.

Oh, but the feel of his dick pressed against you...

My god.

You both were falling apart at the seams but YOU, you damn tease, you goddamn craving, his fucking obsession, YOU—

You fucking goad him. You beg him. And fuck if it doesn't sound like sweet music to his ears.

"Baby... Darling," you whisper, primal urge coating the air, "Fuck me."

He says nothing.

But a visceral snarl, flowing through your body like electric currents, told you everything you needed to know.

He's gonna deliver.

#multifandom imagines #nsfw.#soap mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #john price x reader #konig x reader #phillip graves x reader #morgott x reader #jason todd x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #call of duty x reader #elden ring x reader #jjk x reader #dcu x reader #honestly it can be anyone you envision.#you could actually see this as a sequel to the first imagine I posted.

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whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon · 2 years

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Listen, little Tarnished, at the feral growl that rips itself from Morgott's throat.

Look, little Tarnished, at the venomous hatred and... and want—oh, how he wants you—in the flecks of his golden eye.

Behold, little Tarnished, the rigidity of his body and the gracefulness of his evasions as he fights to keep you away. Away from him. Away from the beast inside that wants—longs—to ravage you. To claim you. To fuck you.

Understand, little Tarnished, that Morgott will. break. you. He will snuff out your flame. He will destroy your ambition. He will obstruct your goals. He will make you his.

His to own. His... to Hate. To punish. To command. To want. To desire. To yearn and be yearned for. To ravage and... and spoil! His, Tarnished. His, His, HIS. And only his.

And loyalty be damned, if Morgott cannot have you, little Tarnished, if you will not be his, then the Erdtree, nay, the Greater Will cannot have you, either.

#morgott x tarnished #morgott x reader #elden ring #elden crack.#tee hee.#nsfw.

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jack-o-cel · 2 years

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So yesterday morning I was feeling gender dysphoria, cause of transphobic family member. So to cheer myself up i wrote this. I hope it also helps anyone else feeling dysphoria rn

Gentle note, that this is very self indulgent, and it reflects mostly what I'd look for in comfort

Characters included: Morgott, Mohg, Varré, Rennala, Rykard and Tanith, Blaidd, Marika, Radagon, and Godwyn and Fortissax.

I'll do a second part to include Maliketh, Radahn, Kalé, Ordovis, Godfrey, Gideon, Godrick, and maybe my OC Ravis.

Someone intentionally deadnames, and misgenders you infront of your Elden Ring lover(s)

Morgott

Morgott has pretty thick skin. He's used to insults, and sneers thrown his way. He can take a lot of disrespect unfazed. And with you to reassure, and praise him? Nothing really gets to him anymore.

The moment someone has the audacity to disrespect you however? Especially if they target your gender dysphoria purposefully.

It would take a divine act of the greater will to stop him from putting the offender in their place, or you holding him back, should you wish to avoid violence.

Morgott is not one to throw around his power, and title as Lord of Lyndell so casually. But for you he'll take advantage of it's privilege to make sure the offender pays for their insult.

Expect extra attention for as long as your dysphoria eats at you.

Morgott will be with you constantly, well more than usual. Mother hen mode has activated.

He'll offer as much of gender affirming praises that you need.

He'll take you into his arms and trail kisses along the parts of yourself you may feel uncomfortable with.

Morgott would wrap you so gently around his tail, and bring you flush against his chest as he whispers everything he loves about you in your ear.

"Allow none to tell thee who thou art. And should they yet persist, I will be by thy side, always, to ward those vermin away."

Mohg

The person that disrespected you has now permanently volunteered for, the very available position, of bloodflame incantation test dummy. The new recruits will be very pleased :)

Mohg will show the offender no mercy, and will let you choose whether they die quickly, or slowly.

If Varré is part of the relationship, he will carry out the deed. Should you prefer the offender to die quickly, Varré will "accidentally" make them suffer.

Mohg would be quick to wash your dysphoria away.

He'll bring you close, using his wings to shield you from everything else. He'll trace his claws gently across your cheeks before cupping your face in his hands. He brings his face close to yours, your breaths mixing, and traces his tongue over your lips and across your face then finally to your ear. Where he'll whisper to you gender affirming praises, among other praises ;)

Anytime he mentions a body part of yours he likes, he'll give it a gentle caress before giving it a teasing squeeze.

"My dearest consort. Should any dare slander thy name, allow them no mercy."

Varré

The offender will know immediately they fucked up. Whether you notice Varré's menacing aura behind you, depends on how murderous he's feeling that day.

You know for a fact that the offender wont live to see tomorrow.

Varré will take his sweet time showing the offender the error of their ways. Should you be feeling especially dysphoric, however, he'll deal with the offender quickly.

Regardless of how fast they're dealt with, you won't see it. Varré prefers to make sure you see only the best sides of him, even if you already know what he's capable of.

When you do see him again, he'll be nice, and clean. Ready to take you in his arms.

He'll whisper praises to you as he pets you gently with one hand, and holds one of your hands with his other.

He'll have also brought you a bouquet of roses. Some of which he'll remove the thorns from so he can adorn you, without pricking you.

"My sweet little Lambkin. You are a radiant rose, and should any wish to pluck you, show them your thorns."

Rennala

Rennala cant imagine why anyone would disrespect you in such a way. You, her dearly beloved, who she holds so close to her heart, deserves not a second of this insult.

She's the most civil than anyone else on this list, but by no means does that imply that the offender will not know the full might of the Carian Queen, and the majesty she conjureth.

Once the offender is put in their place, whether that be 6 feet under, or much deeper to be worked to the bone in the mines, is up to you.

Rennala will hold you to her, resting your head comfortably on her chest. She'll sing to you until you're fast asleep.

She'll set all her work aside for the rest of the day, so she may spend time with you. Rennala wants to make sure that the offenders words are out of your mind, for they hold no merit.

"Rest my dearest. Tomorrow thou shall awake stronger than before. For it is another day the land bows to the majesty of thy soul."

Rykard, and Tanith

They're already plotting the offenders demise. There is no escape from their fury.

Rykard is quick to distract you while Tanith is busy attending to some... urgent business :)

Pre-devour Rykard will pull you to his chest, and plant kisses on your face, his beard tickling you. He'll make sure you know how much he loves you. Whether it be from praises, or his wandering hands, and lips.

Post-devour Rykard will have you safely snuggled on his body like a heated nest.

Although he is insecure about his voice, he knows you would never mean any harm or disrespect against him, so he'll do impressions for you to make you laugh. Eventually you'll forget about the offender.

Once Tanith returns, you'll notice her loyal Crucible Knight is suspiciously absent. You'll quickly forget your observation as Tanith joins you by your side.

Her arms slips around your waist, and her mask is set aside. She'll place a gentle kiss on your cheek, and then another on your lips.

The three of you will engage in whatever conversation catches your fancy. The rest of the day is spent in eachothers company.

"A true family stands by thy side, and supports thee through thick and thin."

"Should you find that to not be the case, then do not hesitate to leave, and find your true family. Family is not given, it is earned."

Blaidd

Blaidd is quick to correct the offender, thinking they were unaware of your real name, and gender.

Once he catches on that it's intentional, Blaidd's demeanor quickly changes. He serves them a chilling threat. His size, and fangs are suddenly more noticeable to the offender.

This alone would cause most to scurry with their tails between their legs, but should the offender foolishly stand their ground, they'll meet the unfortunate end of Blaidd's sword.

After the offender is dealt with, Blaidd will tell you to pay no heed to their words.

He'll take your hand in his large ones, and you'll both continue with your journey together.

You'll notice Blaidd saying your name more, and taking more opportunities to use your pronouns, should you use any.

If you're still feeling dysphoria, he'll settle down to rest with you. Discarding most of his armor so he can pull you to his fluffy chest, knowing full well how you adore being surrounded by his soft warmth.

He'll also opt to play games with you. Such as hide and seek, fetch /hj, sparring, or any other games or activities you have in mind.

Many may find it childish, but Blaidd doesn't care. If it makes you happy why force yourself to give it up just because you're an adult?

Besides there are plenty of adult activities he'd be more than willing to participate in ;)

"Don't let anyone tell you what you can and can't be, my love. Who are they to decide that? I like to picture it this way. If it sounds like something Seluvis would say, then I know it's full of shite."

Marika

It doesn't matter who the offender is, they just made the biggest mistake of their life, and most likely the last.

Marika is always so patient, and sweet with you, that it's really easy to forget how cruel, and cold she can be.

The offender will be executed for sure. Whether it's a public, or private execution will depend on you. Marika values, and respects your input, and since this concerns you, she wants to include you in that decision.

If you have the negotiating skills of a god, and are able to convince Marika not to have the offender killed, she'll demand that they receive a fitting punishment.

She'll have you decide on the punishment, but if you decide to let her choose, know that whatever she picks is final, and will be much worse than whatever you could imagine.

She expresses a lot of her love language in acts of service, so she feels that punishing the offender, is an ample display of her affection for you.

However, if you express otherwise, or the offenders words still ail you? Expect high praise, gifts, affection, and whatever you desire. She'll spoil you more than she usually does.

"Never lower thyself to the level of those who spit at your feet. Thou will only break thy back."

Radagon

Radagon is genuinely very shocked that someone that stupid even exists. First of all, to even have the audacity to disrespect you period. Second of all, to do so with him present? He severely doubts the offender has a will to live.

Just like Marika, it's so easy to forget what Radagon is capable of. He's so loving, patient, and approachable with you, that when he does a 180, it always takes you by surprise.

Unlike Marika, he will consult you on the offenders fate from the get go. However, whatever you choose know that he will not let the Offender slide too easily, no matter how merciful you may choose to be.

Whatever the offenders fate, he'll make sure that you don't take the offenders disrespect to heart.

Radagon would do absolutely anything to reassure you, and get your mind off it.

He doesn't usually spoil you as rotten as Marika would, but makes exceptions when you're feeling especially down, or dysphoric.

He will be at your beck and call. Whatever you ask for, he'll personally do. Whether it be to get you something, a massage, praises, or affection. He'll do it with purpose, and passion.

He'll also take you on walks through nature, as he believes it can be soothing to the soul. If you wish to eat, he'll somehow already have a picnic spot ready for you.

Radagon is a devoted lover.

"Turn thy head away, and look at me. Without thee, the sun will never shine the same, and the very winds will change it's course. Thou art a force of nature, and the world would be emptier without thee."

Godwyn, and Fortissax

(Some inspiration from @/prismatic-starstuff thoughts on Godwyn's temper. You are gods send, and i really appreciate you! Check out their blog, it's hella awesome!)

Some, especially foolish, people may mistake Godwyn as a pushover. He's kind, gentle, and patient with all he meets. That kindness should not be mistaken as weakness, as anyone who's seen, the very rare instances of Godwyn's anger.

The quote from the wiseman's fear, about the anger of a gentle man, fits Godwyn well.

Whoever disrespected you in front of not only Godwyn, but also Fortissax, has a bigger death wish than any of the other offenders on this list.

Who looks at the lover of not just a demigod, but also a notorious dragon, and goes "Yeah, Im gonna shit on that person in particular"???

The offender is either dead on the spot, or later to spare you the scene. (The former is more likely)

Fortissax genuinely doesn't understand those that don't know to mind their own business, especially on matters that dont concern them.

It also doesn't understand the discourse on gender identity either. If someone states how they identify, how difficult is it to respect that? It can think of an endless amount of things more difficult. Like trying to avoid it's sisters wrath when it knows it's done fucked up, like that one time. Fortissax shudders at the memory.

It'll tell you not to pay anything to the offenders words. Their words have no worth, and shouldn't plague you.

If Fortissax does notice it still bothers you, It'll offer to nap with you. Sleep usually helps it when something is on it's mind, so it'll take you in it's large clawed hand, and hold you gently to its chest, or neck. Or just this once, should you insist, it'll allow you to lay on it's warm snout.

Don't tell a soul, especially Lansseax, she'll never let it hear the end of it.

Godwyn will set aside a few days to spend quality time with you, and Fortissax.

He'll also offer to write you poetry should the offenders words still bother you.

He will write an entire book of poetry on how wonderful you are if he has to. He wants you to see yourself the way he does.

He'll hold you close as you both cuddle against Fortissax, the dragon already having it's arm trapping you both to it's chest.

Godwyn will kiss every inch of you, gender affirming praises whispered in-between. His hands wandering wherever his lips are not. He'll worship you.

Once he's satisfied, and you're feeling better, he'll take a nap with his lovers.

"What wisdom wouldst a blinking idiot with their head in the ground offer thee? Scowl upon them, and move on. Waste not a moment more."

"Thy radiance outshines the very sun, and eases mine eyes so that I may look upon thee. The moon wanes in thy presence, it's magnificence second only to thee. I may be known as golden, but without thee I am as dull as copper, for thou art my glimmer."

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