#morgott x you

[lxvvie]

A relationship with Morgott the Omen King would consist of:

Embodying the quintessential enemies/frenemies to lovers trope.

Morgott being fascinated by the obvious size difference and as a result, he's much gentler with you.

Bickering like an old married couple. Well, Morgott does.

On the other hand, you think he's your living, breathing jungle gym and so you take every moment you can to just... be all over him.

Him not understanding your fascination with his tail. It's not uncommon to find you playing with it or— are those... flowers wreaths? On his tail?

Of course, Morgott highkey lowkey indulges your fascination, teasing you by holding his tail high enough so you can't reach it.

Chiding Morgott for his self-care. Or lack thereof. It's improved with your help.

Trying to convince him to change that cloak of his to something not so tattered but Skrunklegott can't be bothered so... there's that. For now. You're totally gonna get Boc to rectify this.

Morgott leaning into your touch whenever you touch his horns. Or his face. Hell, whenever you touch him, he's a goner.

Strolls in nature outside of Leyndell. Sometimes you walk alongside him, sometimes you don't and his shoulder is surprisingly comfortable.

Beholding the Erdtree together at night. This is also when you two shared your first kiss.

Morgott being the first to say those three words. You thought it was cute how flustered he was. Morgott was so shocked by his confession (he blurted it out) that he was about to take it back out of embarrassment until you smiled and told him you loved him, too.

Morgott highkey planning your future with him because let him tell it, he knew early on that you'd be his consort.

#2queued4u. #elden ring #eldensoulsborne #morgott the omen king #elden ring x reader #elden ring x you #morgott x reader #morgott x you #morgott x tarnished #✨ TarGott is eternal.✨

[acapelladitty]

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

[wxnheart]

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.

[bora-in-tamriel]

and then they got married.

#elden ring memes #elden ring art #elden ring #morgott x tarnished #morgott #morgott the grace given #margit the fell omen #lancer leave the old man be you cant go say hi every day #most of lancer's deaths come from morgott yeeting him from stormveil or leyndell city

[tarnussy]

😳 (X)

#elden ring #godrick the grafted #morgott the omen king #godrick the golden #morgott the grace given #margit the fell omen #soulsborne #fromsoftware #godrick #morgott #mine #godrick x tarnished #morgott x tarnished #tarnussymeme #shitpost #meme #my tarnished can have this as a treat #'lady tanith followed you'

[monstrousvoice]

Morgott, walking through the castle and stubing his toe: “Agh! Damn my clumsiness...”

The Tarnished, looking up to the sky with tears in their eyes: “HASN’T HE SUFFERED ENOUGH!?”

#When you read sad thoughts about Morgy and just #;-; #you know you just #;-; and T-T #Elden Ring #Morgott #Morgott The Omen King #Morgott X Reader #Morgott X Tarnished

[tamariasykes-art]

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

[shockwaifuafterdark]

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

[vertebrates-and-pieces]

What do you think would be the thing that would win Morgott over? How long would it take for the omen king to soften up and realize that his little Tarnished holds a genuine love fondness for him?

Oh man, Morgott is incredibly stubborn and set in his ways. He would take quite some time to thaw. It would absolutely be worth it though because his love, once finally shared, would be nigh unbreakable.

As for the how, I could see it happening in two main ways depending on the disposition of the Tarnished in question.

…

The slowest, but surest, way to win him over would be through endurance. If one is willing to persist, be patient, and take things at Morgott's own pace, slowly peel away his doubts layer by layer, stick by him even when he lashes out, even when he flinches at simple affection, even when he refuses to believe… As I said before, Morgott is a stubborn man. He does not view himself as worthy of love. But if there is one thing he deeply understands, it's endurance. All his life, he has endured, he has given. If one is willing to endure him, endure for him, then how can he possibly deny that he is cared for? And moreover, how can he deny that he cares as well? It need not be perfect, nothing ever is. Sometimes to endure is to fight, to let go, to hurt, to struggle, but ultimately to improve and return. And they always come back, and so does he, until eventually they both hold fast and refuse to part.

I think the moment when this fully clicks for him would be something small and thoughtless. Perhaps he would be reading, his loyal Tarnished at his side, reading from the same page. The two of them are so in sync that Morgott knows when to turn the page through a simple glance. Yet, when Morgott glances at them this time, they are no longer looking at the text, but at him. They are smiling at him with such adoration, and oh how he adores them as well. They lean against him and all at once he realizes that in that moment he did not question their affections, nor think anything of returning them in kind. It feels natural, just as natural as his devotion to the Erdtree itself, but warm, full. He is both wanting and fulfilled simultaneously. It is almost frightening how easy it feels to reach out and touch them, to let them press those smiling lips against his hand.

"My dearest Tarnished," he says, allowing his thoughts to slip free, heedless of all else, "Oh how I love thee."

…

Yet, I could also see him coming around more quickly and recklessly. It would still be quite the process, mind you. Morgott isn't the sort to be easily swayed. It would take some time and a great deal of blood, sweat, and tears to gain his trust. However, once the seeds of affection have been planted, they might grow roots more quickly than expected under certain conditions. Paradoxically, the substrate of choice here is hardship. What better way to prove one's character and devotion than through powering through a challenge boldly and selflessly?

Say, for example, this Tarnished, already proven to be an ally, were to accidentally learn of Morgott's true identity, that the King and the Fell Omen were one and the same. Then, this Tarnished not only kept this knowledge secret, but even put their own wellbeing on the line to keep it guarded. They did not care that he was an omen, nor that he had hidden his true nature from them. They would risk their life for him as Margit or as Morgott. Their loyalty was beyond that of an ally or that of a subject. They cared for him and they would prove time and time again through both words and actions.

After one particularly brash display of their loyalty, one in which he feared he might lose them, he cannot help but concede. He grabs onto them and scolds them viciously. He's angry, furious even, but moved in equal measure. He knows in this moment that he could not bear to lose them, that he has become as recklessly fond of them as they were of him. It's terrifying, raw, and catches him entirely off guard, and he's crying now, and so are they. He is overwhelmed by the desire to kiss them, but he holds back, for he is not fully sure how to, or if it would be wrong. Nonetheless, his hold becomes an embrace, and the words on his tongue taste more of honey than venom. He must clench his teeth lest they escape, lest he too acts rashly.

And yet, if this Tarnished, his Tarnished, were to read the yearning in his face, the tense set of his jaw, if they were to understand what it was he wanted and act, he would be wholly unable to resist. Morgott is a private man, preferring to keep his feelings and inner life away from prying eyes, but if they told him they loved him right then, open and vulnerable as they were, he would tell them that he felt the same, he would kiss them, awkward and inexperienced as he was, without care of where they were or who may be watching.

#emmie answers #morgott #morgott x tarnished #morgott x reader #my writing #he makes me feel a lit of things okay #thank you for the excuse to get all mushy #long post #oops there i go again

[selfawerew0lf]

I've always been a little concerned about the DLC throwing some kind of wrench into the lore of ER, but the truth of the matter is that lore doesn't matter as much in my fic. It's a nice and comfy contained story that doesn't rely to much on game canon and focuses on the drama between Morgott and Percival. The truth is that for all my fluff I am critical of TarnishxMorgott but not in the way one would think. I still believe in my TarnishxMorgott ship but i always acknowledged there's a weird angle to it all. What I'm saying is that I'm working on my fic again slowly but surely and the first part will be coming soon. C:

#elden ring #morgott x tarnished #oc tarnish #elden ring fanfic #coming soon at a near and undetermined date near you!

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Ok but Morgott being aware of his size difference and being worried and fascinated by it >>

Imagine he both casualy and carnaly explores Tarnisheds body. Measures how many of their ribs his palm coveres. It thrills him in a good and a bad way that he can almost fully envelop them with both hands.

When they lay and put their legs over his while he sits. When he sees their feet out of their boots and is preplexed how different then his they are, so he gently holds one and wonders how they keep balance on these dainty limbs.

They hand him something and he must grasp their wrist, must touch to feel the small bones in there and to pull at their fingers. They wait in patience, secret smile on their lips.

When he kisses their jaw and traces it with his knuckle, he's aware of how much trust they put in him. In his grasp of his strenght. It melts his heart, that they let him love them. Let him share that which no one before wanted to take, so in return he gives them his all, as he always did.

#morgott x tarnished #elden ring #elden crack. #crackcanon. #this is so cute. you all bless me so much. #no words. just read.

[languor-em]

I BEAT MARGIT FUCKIN--- SHAKING SO BAD RIGHT NOW!!!! LETS GO!!!!

I wound up giving in and grabbing Margit's shackle and I felt,,, SO BAD every time I used it,,, that's my fucking BABYGIRL and I was using something that probably deeply traumatized him to beat his ass into submission!! Then I sicked my dogs on him!!! I am a horrible person!!!

Enemies to lovers arc.... mayhaps? 😳 Only fanfic can bring me the Tarnished x Morgott content I so desperately crave,,, and I'm so very bad at long form fics. But for him??? maybe I could make myself do it.

#ron talks #ron plays elden ring #morgott x tarnished #cause FUCK man he deserves ALL the kidses #new F/O just dropped #the issue is my understanding of Elden Ring lore is still really bad #but from my understanding #that's just sort of the thing about from software games??? #idk man-- anyway im gonna ramble briefly about my fic idea first #inspired by shayfer james music because fuckin- im fixated on his stuff too #but the arch would basically go vibe wise from like--- #700 Days -> Devils & Rebels -> Learning to Be Lost -> Built to Burn #Confusion to sexy rivalry to shared angst (do not be gentle with me) to 'I would set the world on fire for you' #I-- my computers being super funky so uh #might write actually shakdywj #anyway love you all!! #drink some water please!! #and also olease maybe listen to Shayfer James' new Shipwrecked Album??? Its so good #love albums with a narrative

[fellomenking]

Right, so that Berserk reference I made a comment about earlier, kinda forgot about until remembering again?

"... Do not let thy tears fall so freely, Tarnished..."

... No, not yet... 

... Let those not be my last words...

 . . . P l e a s e .

#{{OutOfOmens}} #Margit X Tarnished #Morgott X Tarnished #'... You cry a lot when you're alone... Don't you Casca?'

[wxnheart]

He's tired of it. Tired of the back and forth. Tired of the games. Tired of the fucking teasing.

And goddamn, he's torn. Torn between grabbing and kissing you breathless, kissing the smirk off your face, and fucking you senseless.

It should be a crime, no, a downright sin to be so fucking beautiful, and yet here you are, making him feel things he hasn't felt in a long while.

Shit.

Before you know it, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close and you feel it. You fucking feel it. You feel weeks'—maybe more?—worth of tension and adrenaline pressing against your thigh, ready to burst, and fuck if his eyes aren't devouring you on the spot.

You try to be a smart-ass and break the silence but it's immediately buried under the intensity of his gaze and the heat of your cheeks and that's when he knew.

Yeah, he'll do both. He'll kiss you until you're breathless and fuck you senseless.

So just shut the hell up and let him fucking love you, baby.

#multifandom imagines #call of duty x reader #elden ring x reader #jjk x reader #dcu x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #soap mactavish x reader #jason todd x reader #morgott x reader #task force 141 #toji fushiguro x reader #nsfw. #honestly it can be anyone you envision. #now let's try this again tumblr!

[tarnussy]

Size comparison - Godrick & Tarnished to follow up this post and this post

#godrick the grafted #elden ring #tarnished #godrick #morgott the omen king #morgott #godrick the golden #godrick x tarnished #screenshot #virtual photography #reference #mine #video game #fromsoftware #tarnussyscr #lore #soulsborne #there is a gratis morgott as well #godrick is a huge man #he doesn't seem that huge when you are fighting him and don't have time to pay close attention

[monstrousvoice]

Hi, followed after your latest chapter, so anyway thought you would enjoy the mental image of Morgott trying certain foods for the first time as King.

Normally he wouldn't partake in fancy [to him] foods, but sometimes there's dinners meant to serve for strengthening the nobility's measure of him. And it would look suspicious as hell if everyone BUT him ate.

So I just keep imagining him trying honey cakes, roast boar, chicken, fruits from orchards he half saw during a initial patrol as Margit. All while trying to keep a straight face. Hell, warm food that isn't burnt in some way probably feels weird to him for a while.

I don't know, i just keep imagining he purposely saves eating those things for when he Has to because he likes them So Much that it becomes a thing he denies himself-- like a bed or tailored clothes.

I have thoughts and your fic hasn't helped stop them.

Oh Anon you sweet bean!!

I do think that Morgott is the type to deny himself any simple pleasures when he can. Sleeping? Anywhere that is out of the way of others and that gets the job done. Doesn't matter if he wakes up feeling sore and uncomfortable, a being like him doesn't deserve the luxury of a bed.

Clothing? The same story. He is dedicated to protecting his city and the Erdtree, any fine clothing would be torn to shreds during battle, not to mention it only hinders his movements. What does it matter if his wishes to feel soft cotton against his skin instead of coarse fibers that are worn and frayed and smell of his own sweat? He hasn't earned the right to feel such things. He has always wanted to see if he would look...somewhat less horrifying if he was dressed in clothing that had his mother's gold as an accent color. Would he seem less shameful to her then?

And food? Food is the most tempting and cruel thing he denies himself. Fun fact, the short I'm finishing up and going to post next goes over this issue a little more 👀

When he first donned the Mimic Veil and took his place as king, he actually could not eat the food given to him. His body was malnourished (still is actually) and the food was so rich in nutrients for him that his body couldn't handle it.

But he was so hungry.

He is ashamed for it, but it was a night where he actually caved into his shameful desires and ate as much of the food he could get his hands on. It smelled so delicious...A smell he had only ever caught a whiff of while hiding in the shadows of sewer tunnels, when the common folk walked above him eating and selling from carts.

He ate, and ate, and ate. Until he could eat no more.

And he very quickly regretted it. His stomach roiled and rebelled against the onslaught of rich proteins and pure sugars, and he was sick. He threw everything back up almost as quickly as he had caved to his desires and scarfed it down.

Months later, when he was studying in the library, he would learn that the reason for his sickness was indeed due to his malnourished state, but at the time? He had thought it was a fitting punishment by Grace, the Greater Will, for succumbing to his cravings and eating the food that belonged to the people more deserving than him.

If he must eat, such as at a party of nobility, he eats the very bare minimum regardless of how his stomach may growl and beg. The sights and scents alone can be overwhelming for his advanced senses, but he manages to pull through.

As his Lord Consort (and possibly God depending on how you like to think you got married to him) you take it upon yourself to help him with these issues. Its a long and arduous process, one that has the both of you get angry or cry or feel like giving up. But the key to being Morgott's beloved? You're just as stubborn as he is.

You help him with these habits and even encourage him to improve himself more. For the food in particular, there are a couple ways to convince him to eat. You can guilt trip him, or make it a secret and reward.

Guilt tripping is when his response to your prodding is anger, which happens the most in the beginning. If he's in a mood where he refuses to eat and gets angry when you convince him otherwise? Bring out the crocodile tears and sniffling. He's going to let all this wonderful food, made just for him, go to waste? Food that the chefs spent hours on, just to be thrown into the back alleys for the rats to eat? When there are those out there who don't have anything at all? This triggers his memories of being a starved child...and he finds he can't actually send you away.

The method of making it a secret and reward is the most common way to convince him to eat, and the most effective. Take a couple bites of the meal yourself, lay it on a little thick how good it tastes, how wonderful it is, to get his attention. When he looks to you, say you got it for him but it's so delicious you couldn't help but sneak a bite. He doesn't mind, truly. It's the exact opposite actually, he is rather happy to know that you are fed and healthy.

Then offer it to him as intended. When he tries to refuse, make it into a "game". You won't tell anyone, least of all the Greater Will, that he ate some of the meal. It's your shared secret, and no one else will ever find out. And if it's a secret between just the two of you...then it's okay to do it this one time, yes? Just one time, he'll take a bite and be done with it.

But then he chews and swallows...and you praise him. Tell him that you're so proud he actually ate! And it was so tasty right? Maybe he should take another bite, just to really savor the taste and texture. It's just a small part to add to your new secret! No one will know...

And before he knows it...the whole meal is gone. Sitting comfortably in his very full belly and giving his body the nourishment it's been craving. Eventually he gets so used to these little "secret" food meetings between you both, he doesn't even need you to pretend any longer. You can just come in and settle down with him and hold his food out, and he takes it without hesitation.

#Elden Ring #Morgott #Morgott the Omen King #Morgott X Tarnished #Morgott X Reader #TW Eating Disorder #Good lordy I really went ham here #I love talking about character habits and anon you got my gears turning #Hope you stick around for future chapters and stories!!! 💖 #Bee buzzing and crow cawing