A collection of random Male reader One Shots

Blaidd appreciation channel || Blaidd x Reader

Consider this borderline omegaverse. There's furries, there's knotting, there's a whole lot of smut.

Oh yeah

THIS IS HELLA SMUT. ONLY SMUT. VERY MUCH SMUT.

Happy reading.

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The lands between bowed to their new Elden Lord and his companion. The great warrior, Blaidd, once bound to Ranni the Witch was now bound to (Y/n), the Elden Lord.

Blaidd, the half-wolfman, stood proudly by his Lord's side.

It had been months since the fall of Marika. The godrick knights and demi-humans are slowly coming to terms and living together peacefully. Even if it was forced. The lands between were starting to be rebuilt.

(Y/n) stood at the top of the chain, bringing in the merchants and creatures that aided him to his Lordship. The Lyndall Capital was being cleared of ash. The once golden city was repurposed into something more functional and welcoming.

Within the castle, (Y/n) lies in the king's room alone. Curtains block out the midsummer sun while a breeze pushes its way in. Pillows and blankets, both silk and wool, covered the bed. Shifting slightly with (Y/n)'s slow movements. Knights stand outside of the room to ensure their Lord's safety.

Stepping aside, the knights allowed in the Lord's companion.

Blaidd entered the room, his stern expression softening as his eyes laid upon his lord.

"You seem tired today." His words were soft, the rustle of his armor and footsteps filling the silence of the room. He looked around for a moment, starting to remove his armor. Letting his scarred skin breathe.

(Y/n) lifted his head from the pillows and opened his arms. By the wall, his armor hung on a wooden stand, dimmed by shadows. This left (Y/n) sitting unclothed with only a blanket to cover him. A gentle smile on his face as he stares down Blaidd, scooting over slightly so his companion could lay upon his naked stomach.

"I must admit, I am drained," (Y/n) squished Blaidd's face as he climbed into bed. Feeling his body pressed down as Blaidd sighed deeply, the hot breath rolling to (Y/n)'s face, "The demi-humans have agreed to leave the merchants and villagers alone as long as they get to keep some of the church ruins." A short chuckle left (Y/n)'s lips as he began to pet Blaidd's face and gently pull at his ears, "They're very keen on the ones where their queens reside."

There was a moment that (Y/n) took to think, biting the inside of his cheek with how much he had to actually work on. Relaxing now felt underserved, with how many things that were thrown out of balance and the villages that were struggling, he had too much on his plate.

He had only paused for only a second, returning back to petting Blaidd's ears immediately. But that second was much more to Blaidd. He knew his Lord was unable to think clearly. Overwhelmed even with such an upfront and proud attitude.

He left his lord's grasp to start moving pillows and blankets around. Blaidd took notice of how (Y/n) admired the scars and muscles on him. (Y/n) sat up, the blanket loosening as he reached to touch Blaidd.

His hand traced a scar that was still raw. Even after all these months, it still felt brand new. Driven to the bone by the many drops of blood from his bleeding blade. A fight neither wanted to take part in but a fight they had regardless.

Blaidd had lost himself in his own grief and (Y/n) just couldn't lose another friend. The assassins had already killed Igji. Leaving his scorching body to rot like animals. (Y/n) didn't want to be the cause of Blaidd's death especially after Ranni's departure. The battle was only won because Blaidd couldn't carry on anymore. He almost died. But here he was.. Still alive.