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galraluver · 3 months

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I thought this would be a bitter sweet fluff. Rhat is mopping around his job after being rejected (the poor boy bought flowers and everything 😞) but a awkward yet determined fem human (or if you feel like it, no gender works to make it more inclusive 😊) seeks to make things better for him.

Aww, poor guy 🥺. I would be happy to complete your request 😊

I ended up going with a fem! reader since it's easier for me to write

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For any species finding love could be really easy for some individuals while others had no luck at all and would remain single for their entire lives. For galra, finding a lover could take longer because they took their time to get to properly know someone in order to see if the other person would be a good long-term spouse; unlike humans and other races, galra only had one mate during their entire lives and they tended to only court someone they were absolutely serious about instead of seeing multiple people before settling down. For the past ten deca-phoebs Raht had been taking his time to get to know one of the female lieutenants because he'd taken an interest in her, if everything went well then he would take her as his wife. Vortir was her name and as the deca-phoebs passed they got to know each other better and she genuinely enjoyed being around him, alas it didn't occur to him that she was already interested in someone else. Raht and Vortir didn't have much of an age gap, they had a lot of similar interests and they were both wanting to find love, unfortunately he would soon find out that his interest in her was in vain.

(Y/n), a human that had originally been brought to central command as a prisoner but ended up becoming an assistant to those who needed her, was friends with Raht and she knew about his major crush on Vortir. She was all for them getting together and they were her biggest ship, the only snag was that she didn't know Vortir had eyes for someone else. Raht spent a good majority of his life working in the empire and he wasn't getting any younger, so one day he took Vortir to a nearby planet where they could be alone so he could ask her if he could court her, he bought her favorite flowers and everything, unfortunately that was the day he got his heart broken. The next day when Raht had to do his usual duties all he wanted to do was mope all day because he'd gotten his heart broken, he felt as though the past ten deca-phoebs getting to know Vortir had been wasted and he couldn't get that time back. (Y/n) was supposed to work with Raht that day and she was really excited to find out how the previous day went for him, but when she saw how depressed he looked she knew something bad happened.

“So, u-um… Is there a lot to do today?” (Y/n) hesitantly asked Raht when he looked at her, trying her best to avoid asking him what happened right off the bat.

“No, there isn't.” Raht answered simply before he turned away from her, taking a deep breath before he turned on the console he stood in front of.

(Y/n) was even more concerned than before, Raht was generally a reserved person in nature but he was usually more open around her because they were friends, she wasn't used to him acting so cold towards her. She stood in front of a slightly shorter console and turned it on, feeling even more awkward than she usually did; they were in charge of keeping track of cruisers carrying supplies that day, it was a simple job that could get a little boring sometimes. The way Raht just silently stood at his console made (Y/n) worry, if something bad happened then she wanted to know so she could attempt to cheer him up. Raht was in his own little world as he thought about the previous day when Voltir rejected him; she wasn't rude about it and she still wanted to be friends with him, although she only wanted to be friends with him and nothing more. He stared at the holoscreen in front of him, waiting for someone to make contact while spacing out at the same time, flinching a little when he heard (Y/n) quietly say something.

“H-hey, are you okay?” (Y/n) asked again since Raht didn't answer her when she asked him if he was alright the first time, albeit awkwardly.

“No.” Raht answered simply, feeling as though his heart ached worse the more he thought about the previous day.

“Oh no… Did things not go well for you and Vortir? What did she say? You- you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” (Y/n) inquired in realization; she felt her heart sink when Raht told her that things didn't go well the previous day, she felt bad that he got his heart broken after he finally got up enough courage to ask out the woman of his dreams, she just hoped that she wasn't being too nosey because of her awkwardness.

“Vortir is already interested in someone else. I should have known sooner.” Raht spoke quietly, his deep voice dropping a few octaves.

(Y/n) opened her mouth to say something, but then she closed it again because she didn't want to accidentally say the wrong thing and make him feel even more depressed since she occasionally unintentionally said the wrong thing at the wrong time. She knew how hard it was to be rejected by a crush, she'd had it happen to her a time or two in the past, although it had to be even harder for Raht because he'd been waiting ten deca-phoebs for the right moment to show his interest for his long-term crush only for her to reject him. Her awkwardness around others didn't help, either; (Y/n) always strove to overcome being so awkward around people, even her friends, and it worked until a certain point, alas she would always be awkward in nature. Raht never minded (Y/n's) awkward nature, for him spending time with her was like a breath of fresh air since she wasn't as serious as everyone else living at the main hub. He felt like all was lost and that his existence was meaningless, deep down he got the inkling that he would never have a significant other.

“You- you know, if you ever need someone to talk to then you can talk to me. If- if you want to, that is… It always helps to talk it out instead of letting it fester inside of you.” (Y/n) offered as confidently as she could, taking a deep breath before she walked over to Raht and wrapped her arms around his lower torso in a comforting hug.

“I'll consider it.” Raht sighed out as he allowed himself to relax in the hug; hugging wasn't as common for galra as it was for humans, but he appreciated the friendly gesture and it even helped him feel a little better.

(Y/n) felt relieved that she didn't upset Raht when she offered her listening abilities if he ever needed someone to confide in; she respected that he needed some time to grieve the opportunity he lost, but eventually he would be more comfortable with talking it out. She was glad that she could be secret friends with most of everyone she interacted with, it gave her the hope that not everyone was as evil as Zarkon. It was her awkwardness that drew people to her, most of everyone she worked alongside thought she was cute because of it. Raht reciprocated the hug to the best of his ability until a call came in; he and (Y/n) let go of each other so they could enter the new information into the logs. (Y/n) didn't feel as awkward as before when she helped Raht with the information that came in, she was glad that her work kept her busy. Raht was grateful to have (Y/n) as his friend, friendship wasn't common in the empire but he would always value his friendship with her, just as she would with him.

#Raht #Raht + Reader #Raht + Reader Scenario #General Raht #Galra #Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives #Voltron Legendary Defender #Voltron #VLD #SFW #SFW Scenario #Scenario #Friendship #Feb 2024 #Vortir is a new OC of mine #Comfort #VLD Raht

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victorianasshole · 5 months

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A whole mudcrab's worth of meat (Vivec x Masc!reader) Chapter 1/?

Heyy this is my first time sharing my writing on here, so be nice. This was very self indulgent, but if you guys like it, there'll porbably be more!!

Includes: 1st person reader, OC character(s), Ohmes Raht reader, masc!reader, Vivec, other canon characters, canon environment

CW: Murder, cursing, violence, fantasy bigotry?? Lmk if more needs to be added.

Word count: 2804

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A whole mudcrab's worth of meat. Gone, just like that. I cursed under my breath as I looked up from the shrubbery at whoever was obnoxious enough to scare my lunch away. An Elseweyr mercenary… And here I thought I'd be left alone, so far east. The feline man crouched by the bank of the water, filling his water skin. Seeming pretty pissed off himself. Perhaps he was looking for someone?

Despite my gut feeling of simply turning away, I stood up, hailing the fellow.

We soon ended up making a campfire, finding it easier to camp together for the night. Of course only after we both understood no harm would come to the other. As a performance of trust, we shared our names and secrets as well, as the moons peaked over the horizon.

M'aiko was his name. A grumpy and quiet Cathay, but not without a small humour in his eye. As he dusted his rations with moonsugar, he began to speak freely for the first time that night.

“M'aiko is looking for some cultist Ashlander. As it turns out this is a regular occurrence. However, this particular cultist has avoided proving his validity long enough for it to be a bother.”

I nodded at his words, pondering the fire as it heated the hound meat I bought some days ago in Molag Mar.

“I hear it's about some rebirth prophecy. Some king that died long ago… But wait, if you're doing this job, wouldn't your employer be-?”

M'aiko grinned, seeming a bit self-satisfied. “This one has no idea how I've come to such luck, but Lord Vivec himself sent me. Well... Through a mouthpiece.”

“How do you know you're not being set up for a simple assassination?”

“They paid beforehand. And only the houses would grace anyone with as heavy a pouch as what I got.”

I hummed... It seemed a bit too good to be true. But I didn't have the heart to say it. Though, it WAS pretty believable. As the khajiit would show me, he had the official tribunal seal on him and everything. I looked back at his pouch…

“Say… You still owe this one for that mudcrab I was to eat tonight. Why don't you pay me back by letting me come along?”

M’aiko didn’t seem too pleased by the idea of having me with. Understandable. I was but a simple hunter. But I did so want to come with. He simply raised a brow and handed me some of his moonsugar as the meat I had on the fire seemed finished. “What could a hunter offer a mercenary?”“Restoration magic, Illusion magic… Lock picking and a good arrow.” I listed, sprinkling a healthy amount of the glittery spice on the meat. It had been quite some time since I had felt the good and warm buzz of my home’s number one trade. “And this one could only imagine you long for another cat to speak to. These dumner are not the best company…”

I got him to laugh at that. I curled my tail in delight, knowing I had now won him over.

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My boot came down heavy on the last embers of the fire the next morning. We had agreed to wake early, to be done with the job as soon as possible. I wasn't too eager to kill anyone, but it was not like I hadn't done so before. The roads were treacherous. It was necessary to kill these days. This time, however, it was to be a little different. Thankfully, M'aiko and I had already planned that I was to be his shadow, and less so in the middle of the conflict. If he needed healing, he was to get healing. If he needed his back covered, he was to be aided by my arrow. That was something I could get behind.

I followed M'aiko's steps through the tiny islands on the edge of the coast. We agreed that the roads were too risky to be caught in. The roads had yet to become more guarded in the wake of the recent uptick in crime this year, but we were primarily worried about being seen by commoners. M’aiko had promised confidentiality. So hiding in nature seemed like our best bet.

The round volcanic pebbles rustled by the shoreline, making odd clicking sounds as they grinded together. I picked one up and put it in my pocket as we walked. The trip wouldn’t take so long, he assured. Halfway to Sadrith Mora. So I was content enough to just walk along. Passing small ruins of Dwemer, egg mines, and other small locations of note… I enjoyed the change of scenery. M’aiko was quick, however, so we never stayed in one place for long. Only when we rested. He even carried me when the water was too high for me to safely swim from island to island with my gear, simply because he didn’t have the time to go around. We used the night for travelling as well. But not before long…

“You see the tents over the creeks, yes?”

I hummed in the affirmative, having already subconsciously lowered my body a little.

“We are to target Dralas. He is a loud type, easy to spot. Preferably no one will see us by the time it is over.”

“I'll head up behind the cliffside then. From there, my arrow and spells will be within range of the camp.”

I suggested, and M'aiko silently nodded in agreement to the plan. I took that as my cue to quietly disappear up the hill to take purchase by a larger rock, for cover. Once I was situated and hidden, I took my dagger and let the sun fall upon it, guiding the reflected light upon M'aiko to tell him I was ready.

And so he went.

He was quick. I couldn't look away for a moment, lest he simply disappear from my eyes. Not a soul in the camp realised as he sneaked from tent to tent, many of the nomads having yet to properly wake up yet. Then Dralas stepped out from the wise women's tent. And things were quick to get more complicated.

As Dralas stepped outside, he called the camp close to surround him, to make some kind of announcement. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could easily understand that all this attention on our target was a stick in the wheel for M'aiko's plan. I tried to think, quickly. M'aiko looked up at me in frustrated uncertainty… I took out one of my arrows and brushed my hand against the stick. Concentrating on it… And just then, I was no longer holding an arrow. I put the weight I felt in my hand against the arrow rest on my bow, breathed in as I pulled the string back… And then Dralas clutched his chest. Blood spread quickly under his sandy cape. The arrow revealed itself as my concentration faltered. And Dralas fell to the ground.

The outrage was immediate, and the armed Ashlanders were soon out to search the surrounding area for me. M'aiko took the opposite direction, and I spent my remaining magic to become unseen as I followed him away from the crime scene…

“...Did I get him properly? I couldn't see if he died from where I sat.”

I spoke up quietly, dropping the invisibility when I knew we were both hidden well enough. We could still hear the yells from the camp.

“Oh, you got him alright.”

M’aiko's voice was heaving, and I was for a moment afraid that he had gotten hurt in the chaos of getting away. But he held up a hand to signal he was fine.

“...You're coming back to Vivec with this one. I think this calls for you to get the other half of the payment.”

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I had never been to Vivec City before. I had imagined it to be big, but this was beyond my expectations. The newly finished Foreign Quarter greeted us, and M’aiko looked down at me with a humoured expression. I barely noticed, my eyes glued to the giant rock floating over the tops of the cantons. I knew I was small, but this made me feel ever so smaller…

“Never been here, I assume?”

I shook my head quietly and fixed on the straps of my old rucksack a bit. Maybe I looked too uncomfortable. Holding onto my dignity, I took the first step over the bridge to the city, knowing M’aiko would follow to not lose me in the crowd.

We had travelled together for a little under a week now, through the east side. Become what I would probably call friends. We never really spoke when on the move, but we shared plenty of stories and laughs over the fire. The night before we arrived at Vivec, I had taken out the Skyrim mead I had been keeping for the right occasion. The wooden cups dyed lightly purple from the blackberry spirits. M’aiko nodded a thank you. He was quiet tonight. “The Temple Canton is open to the public. When we get there, we’ll likely speak with Vivec about your payment.”

I choked on the mead. “What, THE Vivec??”

M’aiko nodded, giving a cheeky smile I had come to recognize as teasing. But it seemed a bit forced. I understood it fine enough. Two Khajiiti mercenaries are not exactly ‘meant’ to interact with the Dumner gods. And the thought of even setting foot in the home of one of them was nerve-wracking… We drank from our cups in silent synchronicity. After a moment of quiet, I decided to ask what I was sure we were both uncertain about.

“Well, what do you plan on saying to him?”

The stairs up to the temple looked like a whole day’s worth of fitness. This god must think they’re quite high and mighty… I tried my best not to roll my eyes at having to exhaust myself, as we approached the temple doors. Or palace doors. At this point, I wasn’t sure what to call this gold-plated erection... M’aiko patted my back as we reached the final steps, heaving just as much as myself by the end. The guards standing watch by the entrance somehow emanated the energy of a side eye to the both of us through their helms, looking on as we caught our breath a bit. But they didn’t block the entrance, thankfully.

I looked at M’aiko. M’aiko looked at me, reflecting my expression perfectly. He looked like he was about to shit himself.

“On three?”

“No, that’s stupid.” He countered, opening the temple gate with a push before I could quip back. I sucked in a small breath, getting my heart stuck in my throat. I was not ready. Neither was he, but the bastard didn’t show it like I undoubtedly was.

I had no choice but to follow his tail, however, making an active effort not to make myself too visible. Or visible at all. Anything to make M’aiko be the one talking.

The greeting hall felt bigger than it looked from the outside. Murals complimented the round loft of the chamber, gold lines shimmering echoes of the stories they told. Of Vivec, and his deeds to the lands of Vvardenfell. Of his accomplishments, and their power. I looked down at the floor. It seemed rude to stare. A small pat on my back from M’aiko made me buckle down on one knee, my eyes still fixed on the tiled floor. I felt rickety and confused. And then I felt warmth fall on my forehead and shin. A bright light casting shadows in the cracks of the ceramic stone. I made damn sure to keep my head down.

“Lord Vivec. This one comes to announce the downfall of Dralas of the Erabenimsun Tribe.” He sounded so formal.

“I thank you for this news. Who is your companion?”

My throat bobbed. I didn’t know if I should talk. Or look up. But M’aiko thankfully set forth my name before I had to do it.

“He was the one who dealt the final blow. That is why we went to you directly, so you can judge the payment for his contribution.”

“I see.”

…I had to look up now.

When we locked eyes, he surprisingly didn’t seem all that imposing. More curious and gentle than anything. He was still hard to look at, with practically shining skin and a presence that nearly filled the entire room. It was hard to hold a common-folk bias towards what I was looking at. Even when I was kneeling on a floor that probably cost more to make than what I would have been sold for.

I made an awkward croak. He smiled. I looked back down. “I have made up my mind. I propose you get equal payment to compliment your companion’s pouch. Furthermore, I will sign you a permit to purchase housing here in Vivec, for your initiative to help the temple. And lastly…”I could see the god’s feet touch the ground, not a sound emanating from him at all. It made me wonder if I was imagining things. I couldn’t hear him like I heard most other living things. I couldn’t find a breath. A heartbeat. Except for my own galloping organ.

“I thank you. Should you ever need work again, you will always be welcome in the temple for it. I will make sure there is always a position you may take.”

I tried making a sound, pressing out what could be interpreted as a “thank you”. It didn’t go too well, so I tried adding some kind of head-bowing to it. M’aiko thanked them as well, following my lead with a bow. This was scary and embarrassing and humiliating and I needed to leave. M’aiko was already getting up and leaving. But as I went to stand myself, to back away timidly, I was robbed of that opportunity to flee, to get away from the probably already sore eyes of the God-King. However, they were the one stopping me, calling my name. “You are but a simple hunter, yes?”

I looked back instinctively, but quickly changed my mind and averted my gaze again when I actually met them with my eyes. “Uh… Yeah- Yes. I’ve just been living off the land. For about eight months now.”

It took real strength to not use khajiiti formalities with him. I had come to know how dumner people sometimes react to such things, so I tried my best to use their tongue. But if this had been the Mane… I remembered giving my hair when I went away. It was much like this. Scary, humbling and breathtaking. Speaking to overpowering devines was never really my cup of tea. But back then, before all of it, when I had given my hair. It felt easier. Maybe that was simply just because it was kin. Or because I had an innocence to hide behind.

“You must excuse my curiosity. But I fail to see how a common hunter like yourself would need to know illusion magic to such a high degree.”

M’aiko hadn’t said how I killed Dralas, did he? He didn’t. I looked up at Vivec, my confusion louder than my awe for just a moment. They simply smiled encouragingly for an answer. “Uhm… I, well..” Would I get captured if I just run now? Was I allowed to tell him? I should act less apprehended.

“.... Back in Elsweyr, I once spent my days making some coin in higher circles, lending out my services to nobles who wanted an extra hand in networking. It was… Appreciated, when one’s opponents heard false rumours. Saw the wrong hand at the gambling table. Things like that. After some complications with those very opponents, it was best for me to leave and live off the grid for a while.”

Vivec hummed along to my words, giving a small nod. Did I just out myself for a fraud? Or a criminal? I did, I didn’t mean to say so much. It was as if their gaze pulled the words out of my mouth with string. My mind raced to try and read the god’s reaction. Was such activity illegal here? I hadn’t done it since I left, but…

“A social networker, then. I won’t pry into why you’ve ended up here in Vvardenfell, of all places. However…”

I had to look down again when he came closer. They were scrutinizing me, I knew as much. But I also knew why, now. I was useful. I could feel it in their demeanour, I had proved myself useful. More handy than a sword for hire, at least…

“... Hm. I look forward to our next meeting, friend.”

I bowed my head.

#morrowind #elderscrolls #the elder scrolls #vivec #oc #vivec x reader #vivec x masc!reader #Vivec uses he/they #Khajiit reader #morrowind fanfiction #fanfiction #masc!reader #lord vivec

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estellass · 10 months

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꒰ა ⋆ jumbled ⋆ ໒꒱

genre: comedy, one sided love at the beginning/strangers to lovers , work smau!

warnings: cringey, hoons rude, cursing (barley).

synopsis: right so you might've gotten a job at a cafe for the waiter . . just for him to be the opposite of the sweet dude who took your order, but hey it's not that bad. i mean you're getting paid & talking to hot boys on a daily right ?

pairings: park sunghoon x f!reader

profiles: sour candies ⋆ suwar rahts

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an ; i fromis(_9) ill start posting. just be patient w/ me n ill have something out soon !

#enhypen #park sunghoon #enha smau #enha angst #enha fluff #enha imagines #enhypen x you #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon x reader #nmixx haewon #enhypen sunghoon

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generalasshattery · 4 years

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Erron/Goofball Reader

I had to write a follow up to that Erron smut I just put out, couldn’t stop myself. You don’t need to read it to figure out what’s going on here, but if you want to, it’s here.

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“Hey there, Trouble,” Erron used that greeting these days whenever you looked like you were up to some bullshit, and today you most definitely were. Your face was flushed, you were panting, clutching the stitch on your side that seemed to prove you never did any cardio. In fact, this was the most exercising you’d done in months, sprinting through the Outworld market to get to Erron’s favorite tavern. You needed a favor, and given your newly minted status as main fuck buddy, you thought you could convince him to help you out.

Things since your “night of seduction” had been amazing, honestly surpassed any of your wildest expectations for how that little shit show could’ve turned out. Sure there was the frequent, rough sex sessions to look forward to, but lately something else was changing. He started looking excited to see you, even when it wasn’t for booty call purposes. Like he did right now, a little amused smile, his posture open and turned to you. He even rested his weight against the bar just enough that he was closer to your ear. Delightful. Of course, he might not be so amused with you when you asked for help. You finished rubbing your side, took a few deep breaths and tried your best to speak as nonchalant as possible.

“You know, it’s really funny you mention trouble,” you said resting a hand on the bar and leaning closer to him. He squinted at you and you knew he knew where this was going.

“And why’s that?” He asked taking a swig of his drink, casually glancing around the bar. His finger lightly brushed against yours where it lay on the bar, a small flirt but maybe a little more. You’d honestly been surprised to find him here not chatting up another lady. The two of you were clearly not exclusive, in fact it was you who had chosen to label it as a “casual fuckfest.” Of course now, with that small little gesture and the way he didn’t immediately close off when he realized you wanted something, you saw the tiniest glimmer of hope to someday have an emotional, committed fuckfest with him. You were getting distracted, and you were running out of time.

“I need you to kick someone’s ass before they can kick mine,” you said, shaking off those lovey dovey bullshit thoughts. His grin grew at that, humor shining in his teeth and eyes.

“Do you deserve that ass kicking?” He asked, his hand running along your forearm. You glared at him, so very indignant. The fucking audacity of this man asking you that.

“Obviously I do,” you said sounding like a teenager correcting an adult with the word “duh.” He tilted his head back and let out a rough sounding laugh at your expense. It was a delightful sound really, fun and full of mirth and yet so manly. There wasn’t really time to start fawning, you could do that later. If you didn’t get him out the door and handling this, there was going to be some problems in the bar. You didn’t think your budding romance could survive you getting him kicked out of his favorite tavern.

“You know people usually pay me for this sort of thing,” he replied and started sipping on his drink. The casual way he said it made it clear that he wasn’t going to charge you, but may make you suffer a little. You didn’t have time for that, though. So you decided to speed up to the punchline.

“In terms of payment I have a blowjob I can offer,” you said quite helpfully, he spat out his liquor. You were starting to get a little anxious, and while you definitely would do your best to fulfill that obligation, you knew he would be a tough man to swallow.

“Perchance the gentleman prefers a weird sex thing maybe? You know I have weird sex things in an absolute abundance.” Your voice went a little higher, and he wiped his chin clean and looked at you for a long moment before sighing. He pushed off the bar and started adjusting his belt with the holsters for an easy grab should the situation call for it.

“Who’s ass you need kicked, you little pain in my rear?” You went up on your toes to kiss his cheek, he twisted his head to catch you on the lips. You kept it chaste though, and you grabbed his arm to drag him out of the bar.

“He’s that big, angry looking fellow screaming about a ‘dumb bitch’, you literally cannot miss him,” you said, using both hands to shove his back and get him onto the street. Not that it made him go any faster, you got winded running two blocks, you might as well been pushing a brick wall.

“Good luck!” You shouted and closed the door behind him. You dusted your hands off like you’d actually accomplished something. To be fair you had, it was hard to imagine him handing out that sort of favor to anyone else he wasn’t lovers with. Lovers. That word felt wrong. Casual fuckfest double ticket attendees. That felt better. Still it felt like a win, not the least of which because you dodged some comeuppance for running your mouth again.

You were ordering a celebration drink when the door swung open quite aggressively with Erron standing there looking bewildered and more than a little agitated. Ah. So he’d seen the person you had upset, and finally grasped what you’d just roped him into.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You loved the way he said that. Right now, raht nao. No, stop. Focus. He looked mad and he was expecting you to say something in your own defense. There was no defense though. So you gave him your most apologetic face, even threw on the puppy dog eyes as best you could, then held up two fingers.

“Two weird sex things,” you promised as seriously as you could. He rubbed a hand over his face and let out the most exasperated sigh. He peaked out over his fingers like he was deciding if you were worth it. There was a brief moment where you waited to see if he was going to tell you to fuck off like he probably should. There was something about the look of concern on your face that seemed to catch him, he was mad about it, but you won. He turned and stomped back out, pausing only to shout over his shoulder.

“And the damn blowjob!”

#mk #mortal kombat #reader insert #erron black #goofball s/o

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rakastyi · 5 years

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And this is my Skyrim OC, Ra’kastyi, Harbinger of the Companions, Thane of the Nine Holds, Cathay-Raht, and Dovahkiin, in the activity that makes him happiest. He’s a reader, a scholar. He finds relaxation from his toils and anxieties in the embrace of a good book. Art by the generous @lajadelmira who does really good stuff for great prices, check them out!

#skyrim #dovahkiin #tesblr #khajiit #cathay-raht #bookaholic

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vidrive · 6 years

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Mere Chudai Kahani – Sex Adventures Part 1

Hello, doston aur Desi Tales readers. Ye hai “Chudai kahani” ka pehla part. Pehle do parts me mein apko bataunga kaise mujhe chut chodne ki iccha hui. Meri mummy mujhe janm dete bakt gujar gayi. Mere papa mera dyan rakhte the. Ham dono West Bengal me rahte the. Mere papa wahan pe collector the. To kam se hamesa bahr rahte the. Me 10 saal ki umar se akela ghar mein rahta tha. Jab mein 18 ka tha…

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galraluver · 3 months

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AAAA hiii! Long time no see! < 33 God I missed your work. Also AA! new space kitties that require some love.

So may I request headcanons of characters from new 7 of your choice demanding heavy dose of affections and during recieving the affections?

Have a nice day/night and take your time and goodluck finding a job! < 3

I'm sorry for being gone for so long, writer's block was really killing me but I'm back now 😭😊. I would be happy to write such an adorable request 😁💖

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~ Blofar ~

~ Despite galra showing affection for those who they're closest to Blofar receives friendly affection from his crew, but it doesn't give him the same happy feeling he gets when he receives affection from you or when he's affectionate with you

~ You're his significant other Blofar prefers receiving more affection from you than anyone else

~ Unfortunately being a part of a space pirate crew means that he's pretty much always busy which means he doesn't get to spend as much time with you as he would like

~ Whenever Blofar demands to receive affection from you he actually gets a little shy because he's not completely used to being the one to do such a thing

~ He's lucky to have you bc you get the hint and always hug him before you both go to your habsuite

~ The couch and the bed are equally comfy for cuddling together, so take your pick

~ Regardless of where you both end up Blofor prefers to have you facing him

~ Kisses, nuzzling and scenting are all ways you show your affection for your adorable boyfriend/husband

~ The fact that he's closer to your size than other galra makes it even better since he can kiss you while not having to bend down too much

~ The others know not to disturb you and Blofar when the two of you are in your habsuite together, they know better than to disturb a romantic couple when they're being affectionate with each other

~ Just because they're pirates doesn't mean they're rude to everyone

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~ Hawkins ~

~ Just like with Blofar, Hawkins is used to being somewhat affectionate with the rest of the crew as a normal greeting but he's more with you

~ Ezor and Zethrid always have the crew busy which means Hawkins can't spend time with you whenever he wants

~ Hawkins actually gets touch starved fairly easily, so every so often Ezor and Zethrid give him a little time off

~ He doesn't demand affection and cuddles in the usual way, he just picks you up bridal style and carries you to bed

~ The little bit of affection you show him every morning and every evening isn't enough for this poor man, he needs more lovin’ from you

~ He loves snuggling with you in bed most of all and sharing intimate kisses with you as well, having you laying facing him is an absolute must

~ You don't mind being carried to bed when Hawkins needs affection, you love any extra time you get to spend with him

~ The one thing Hawkins gets shy about is pillow talk, he isn't completely used to opening up about himself, although after a while he got used to it

~ Unless you have to use the bathroom really badly Hawkins won't let you go, when he needs a heavy dose of affection he needs it

~ Hawkins loves it when you gently massage his ears when the two of you are being affectionate with each other, but don't be surprised if it leads to something more ;)

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~ Letch ~

~ Before Letch met you he wouldn't have thought that he would ever have a significant other or even crave affection, although fate can be fickle and then he met you

~ That's when it all changed

~ Letch can occasionally be a little awkward when seeking affection, he usually let's you approach him, although there are times when he's craving more affection than usual and that's when he gets demanding

~ When Letch demands cuddles and affection he just straight up tells you that he wants to have some alone time with you in the bedroom the two of you share

~ Even though he doesn't always mean it in a sexual way it makes you feel flustered, the way his voice drops down a few octaves always makes your heart race

~ If Branko just so happens to overhear Letch say such a thing he gives his SIC the rest of the day off because he doesn't want to risk seeing anything he doesn't want to see again

~ And yes, Branko has accidentally seen you and Letch in some *ahem* strange places around his cruiser

~ Just like the rest of the lieutenants in the galra empire Letch acts like he was only made to serve, but that's the farthest from the truth and his relationship with you proves it

~ He's not really much of a kisser, although he loves it when you nuzzle him or lightly nibble on his earlobes

~ Letch isn't opposed to kissing you the human way, he just prefers giving you galra kisses

~ He loves receiving kisses from you

~ It's almost hard to believe that he's a serious cuddler when he wants to be affectionate with you

~ It's surprisingly easy for you to have Letch purring like a kitten, all you have to do is touch him the right way; let your imagination run wild

~ If it wasn't for you then he would be very touch starved, just like he was before he met you

~ Expect lots of affection in return because he wants you to know exactly how much he loves and appreciates you

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~ Raht ~

~ Raht may appear to be the stereotypical serious, no-nonsense general in the galra empire but deep down he's a loving significant other

~ In public he maintains his professional rep because he's old fashioned, he won't even hold your hand in public unless someone's making you uncomfortable, but behind closed doors he's affectionate

~ However, even behind closed doors he's a bit reserved; in other words, he's not overly lovey-dovey

~ That doesn't mean that denies you affection, because he doesn't, he usually enjoys being at least a little lovey with you

~ Whenever Raht is craving a heavy dose of affection from you he finds you before he just straight up and asks you if you're available to have some quality snuggle time with him

~ He knows exactly what he wants and when he wants it but he never forces you to do anything you don't want to

~ Luckily for him you think he's too cute to resist when he demands cuddles in bed

~ Raht loves any form of affection you give him, so let your mind go wild with this one

~ Kisses on the lips, or anywhere for that matter, are still a new concept to him and he's not sure if he'll ever get used to it

~ Loves it when you kiss him though and he lets you kiss him wherever you like, even in places other people will never see

~ Raht feels the most content when you're delicately caressing his hands, the sides of his face or his ears with your fingers

~ If you touch him just right then you can get him to fall asleep while purring in no time

~ He definitely doesn't look like it, but Raht is an affectionate significant other despite being reserved and he will always love it when you're affectionate with him

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