#Dragonborn x farkas

[lotartfarts]

Farkas indulgent doodles featuring my Dragonborn. Such a confident brute. Can’t blame Farkas for being afraid of spiders, the Skyrim spiders are pros at jump scaring.

[seigephoenix]

Kinktober 2024: Free Space

My second Halloween themed free space for Kinktober! A trip to Skyrim is in order for my favorite Dragonborn and werewolf. These two are a comfort ship of mine.

Ship: Aurelia Tullius/Farkas Content Warning: bath sex, fingering, p in v, mostly plot for this one with a little porn Length: 2.7k

13th of Frostfall

“It’s time for that ghastly tradition,” Skjor complained as he stared out the window as the city of Whiterun prepared for the festivities after dark.  The children already wore their carved or stitched masks resembling creatures of myth.  The Companions stayed inside during the holiday as most disliked the use of magic during the festival.  Vilkas leaned back in his chair as Roscar made his way up from the barracks.  He looked uneasy, which alarmed the inner circle.  Their Harbinger rarely had that look in his eyes.

“I received a report from the Thieves Guild over in Riften,” Roscar began and Skjor scoffed.  Roscar sent him a quieting glare and Aela put her hand on Skjor’s shoulder.  “There are reports out by the springs of the Pumpkin Spectre.  I would normally attribute this to a youth’s prank, but the Guildmaster assures me that this is serious.”

“And you trust this Guildmaster?” Skjor asked cautiously.  He was surprised when even Aela nodded.  “A thief?”

“We’ve come to an understanding with the guild.  Given who is associated with them.”  Skjor took only a second to think about it and he heaved a sigh.

“Of course.  The Dragonborn.”  Roscar nodded.

“She isn’t the Guildmaster, if that’s what you’re worried about.  Her only formal affiliation is the College of Winterhold, but that woman has more connections in Skyrim than I do.  And I’ve lived here my whole life.” Roscar chuckled as Aela grinned at Skjor.

“Wait, if Aurie is with the College then surely, they’d deal with the Pumpkin Spectre?” Aela asked.  Roscar nodded and crossed his arms.

“About that.”

Whiterun, Market District

A cold chill went down Aurelia’s spine and she whipped around to see what was behind her.  Nyx and Nazir looked back at her as she stared at the streets with a suspicious gaze.  “Aurie?”

“I thought I felt something watching me,” she replied before turning back to her friends and hurried to catch up to them.

“Is that your costume?” Nyx asked as Aurelia grinned and gave a small spin.  “I’ve never seen a dress like that.”

“It’s from Cyrodil.  It was the latest fashion when I left.  Apparently, my mother snuck it into my trunk that was delivered to the soldier’s barracks up in Solitude.  My uncle sent it to me and at least this way it gets some use.”  Nyx chuckled as Nazir rolled his eyes.  The dress could barely be called a dress.  The material appeared to be held together by the grace of the divine.  Silken scraps of fabric draped over Aurelia’s legs resembling the petals of a flower.  The top had a plunging neckline clasping to a brooch at her waist.  The back was just as sparse and Aurelia felt a little uneasy showing off her scars so much, but she had to get used to them eventually.  Aurelia put a mask on her face to resemble a spriggan and that was her costume.

“I can’t believe your mother did that,” Nyx said as they approached the stalls setting up in preparation for the evening.  She’d received the same missive from Sylvana and had made her way to Whiterun.  Nazir had to see it for himself.

“Why are you two in Whiterun anyway?” Aurelia asked after they finished carving their pumpkins.  She set a small light spell in hers and grinned at the flickering light.  Nyx set the candle in hers and Nazir set his aside as normal.

“We had a mission close by and Nyx wanted to see you.”  Aurelia grinned at Nyx who gave her the same warm smile in return.  Nyx wanted to protect Aurelia and so she would not be leaving her side that night at all.

After sunset

Aurelia wandered the streets as she saw the kids running along the edges of the pathways, screeching in laughter as they scared each other.  She gave them the treats she carried when they approached her.  They all paused as the lights flickered out with a strong breeze.  The children screeched in laughter and ran back to their parents, thinking it was all a grand game.  Aurelia did as well until she felt the cold prickle at the back of her neck.

“Aurie,” Nyx called out as they searched for her in the crowd.  “How could I lose sight of her!?” Nyx looked around worriedly as Nazir searched the crowd as well.  “Wait!  The Companions!”

“What do you mean?” Nazir asked.  “I know they are well acquainted with her.”  Nyx shook her head.

“I can’t say.  It’s part of the agreement I have with the Harbinger,” Nyx explained and while Nazir didn’t like it, he understood the secrecy.  The Companions kept their secrets and Nyx would keep theirs.  “But they can find her.  Keep looking please.”  Nazir agreed and watched as Nyx bolted towards Jorrvaskr.

She burst in causing all the warriors to jump to their feet.  Farkas was by her side first and helped her up.  “Farkas.  Shit.  I lost sight of Aurie in the marketplace!”  Roscar’s gut twisted at those words.  “I swear it was only a second but she was gone.  I can’t track her, but maybe you can?”

“If anyone can, it’ll be Farkas.” Aela assured Nyx as Farkas was already out the door.  “Let’s go and wait in the marketplace, maybe Aurie just wandered off.”

“Somehow I doubt it, but I’d like to think so.”  Nyx shook her head and she walked with Aela and Roscar back to where Nazir was.

“I haven’t been able to find her, but one of your people just rushed past me going that way.” Nazir pointed over his shoulder towards one of the side streets.

“I told you that Farkas would be able to find her.  Woe be to the Pumpkin Spectre,” Aela said with a laugh.

Side streets

“Hello?” Aurelia asked as she whipped around at the sound of the creepy laughter.  “If this is one of your pranks kiddos, it isn’t one of your better ones.”  Aurelia shivered at the icy breeze that surrounded her.  She turned at the sound of someone approaching and lashed out only to encounter warm flesh.  A familiar scent wrapped around her.  “Farkas!”

“You shouldn’t wander off.”  She puffed up at him and he ran a hand down the back of her head, checking for any injuries.  “Are you hurt?”

“Hmm?  No.  Why?” He breathed a sigh of relief.  “Why?”

“Roscar got a note from your thief friend.”  Aurelia tilted her head curiously.  “The Pumpkin Spectre is after you.”  Aurelia pointed to herself.

“Me?  What for?” Aurelia asked but he could only shrug in answer.  She huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms over her chest as she tried to figure out what the hell a spectre wanted with her.  It was ridiculous, unless.  Farkas bared his teeth menacingly as the creature appeared behind Aurelia.  She looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened.

“By the Nine but you’re ugly.”  Farkas and the spirit both paused at her outburst.  Farkas couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped and Hollowjack rattled his bones at Aurelia.  Farkas grabbed her when she started towards Hollowjack.  “You’re just a damn Daedra.”

“What?” Farkas whispered as Hollowjack recoiled at her yelling at him.  “Are you certain?”  Aurelia looked over her shoulder and gave him a scathing glare.

“Of course I’m certain.  Cyrodil celebrates this festival too, and I learned all about its origins.”  She pointed towards the Daedra.  “And I know you picked me because I’m carrying something you want for your damned festival.  Picked it up at an abandoned temple the other day.”

“Give it back.”

“Alright already.  Hang on.”  Aurelia yanked free of Farkas and looked down as a few of the silken petals fell into his hands.  “Well, that’s fine.”  She turned back towards the Daedra and crossed her arms.  “First things first.  You bring us back to Nirn, specifically Skyrim.”

“Wait, we’re in Skyrim.”  Aurelia shook her head at Farkas and that’s when he realized there was a strange smell that he couldn’t place in the air.

“No.  We’re in Detritus.  His domain,” she said pointing to Hollowjack.  “Now send us back.  Then I’ll give it back to you.”  Hollowjack rattled his bones at her.  “Nope.  That part is not up for negotiation.  Bring us back or I make what you want into bone ash.”

“It is done.”  With a snap of his fingers they were in Aurelia’s home in Whiterun.  Farkas looked around in surprise before stepping closer to her, keeping his eye on the Daedra.

“Well, that is handy.  And here is what you want.” Aurelia waved her hand and the horse skull appeared in Hollowjack’s hands.  Farkas heard the faint call of a horse as if it was coming from a great distance away.  “Now, go enjoy your holiday and leave me be.”

“Your soul,” Hollowjack said pointing towards Aurelia.  She let out a laugh that bordered on maniacal, it unnerved Farkas.

“When I die, I want to see the spectacular war between the daedric lords that will happen.”  Both Hollowjack and Farkas stared at her in quiet surprise before the Pumpkin Spectre simply stepped through his portal again, closing it rather quickly behind him.

“Hah, that was easier than I thought.” Aurelia shook her head and turned to face Farkas.  “Were you worried about me?” Aurelia asked as she clasped her hands behind her back while looking up at him.  He nodded, looking at her with the worry still etched into his face.  She reached up for him pulling until her lips touched his in a feather soft kiss.  “You didn’t need to.  I knew Hollowjack was going to come after me.  I looked up what the skull was and kept it with me until the festival.”

“You knew?” Aurelia nodded at his question.  “And you still kept it?”

“Well of course.  I wouldn’t pawn it off on some poor unsuspecting soul.  As many Daedric princes as I’ve faced down, I think it’s better for me to personally take this one on.”  Farkas shook his head but he had to admit that Aurelia had more encounters than anyone he’d ever heard of.  “Plus, I could’ve gotten us out of that plane anytime.  I know the spell for opening a portal to Nirn so I wasn’t too worried.”  Farkas stared at the wall as he tried to wrap his mind around how powerful his partner was.  And he thought of her as a partner and not just a lover.  In his mind, they were on equal footings.  “Though I should let Nyx know I’m fine.”

Aurelia flicked her wrist and the message was sent.  Nyx was relieved and passed the message along to the Companions.  She and Nazir headed to a safehouse for the Brotherhood in Whiterun to sleep for the evening.  Roscar finally let himself get some sleep without worrying about a damned Dragonborn traversing damned planes of existence.

Breezehome

“You want to take a bath with me?” Aurelia asked, tilting her face up towards Farkas.  He nodded and pointed towards her tub.

“I’ll fill it,” he said but she shook her head.  He narrowed his eyes.  “No magic.”

“What?  Why!?  It’s a lot quicker.”  She turned to face him as he got that stubborn set to his jaw.  “Magically summoned water won’t harm your precious werewolf ego,” she said poking his chest with her finger.  Farkas glared down at her and grasped her finger, tugging until his lips pressed a kiss against the palm.  “Besides, this house doesn’t have a well pump nearby.  I do in Solitude, but not here.”  He sighed heavily.

“Fine.”  She grinned and waved her hand towards the tub.  Farkas watched as the water magically rose and steam floated from it.  “Still don’t like magic.”

“But you like me?”  He nodded.  “Then that’s all you need to trust.  You don’t have to trust magic but trust me and know I’d never do anything that would harm you.”  He opened his mouth to argue but agreed.  He could trust her, and he did trust her.  He grumbled a little but he agreed it was more efficient than filling it by hand.

“Now, to get this thing off.” Aurelia jumped when his hand brushed the front of her outfit.  She looked over at him when his fingers twisted and set the brooch aside, and she grinned when his eyes widened as the outfit fell to the floor with a soft flutter.  “Yep, the only thing holding it together was that little pin.”

Farkas gave her a look that had her breath hitching in her chest.  He backed her up until her hips hit the side of her tub, smiling down at her in a way that unsettled her nerves.  Her heart thundered in her ears and lips trembled under his fingers.  “Get in the bath,” he murmured before brushing his lips across hers.  Aurelia smiled up at him and climbed in sighing as the warmth soaked into her body.  He climbed in behind her after stripping out of his armor.  “Now talk.”

“Hmph, you want to know how I came to acquire the horse skull of the Pumpkin Spectre’s phantom steed?  The one that carries the headless rider?”  Farkas nodded as he pulled her back against his chest.  She was safe and unharmed.  He’d been so worried and now all that worry melted away.  “It’s stupid.  I went into the temple thinking it held a word wall.  I stumbled across the horse skull on a small altar to Malacath.  Some poor sod felt betrayed last year by the Pumpkin Spectre and stole the skull.  I do not know how they came to acquire it, but as soon as I touched it, I felt the magic go through me.  So I availed myself of the College’s expansive library and found the damn thing in a book.”  She sighed and rested her head against his chest.

“You’re a trouble magnet.”  She grinned and agreed that it described her perfectly.

“Rarely do I go looking for trouble but trouble always finds me,” she replied and sighed when his hands slid up to cup her breasts.  “Farkas.”  He shook his head and leaned forward.  His lips trailed over her shoulder, savoring the feel of her shuddering beneath him.  He eased one hand between her legs, groaning when he found her already aching for his touch.  His fingers slid into her body, curling just right as his palm massaged her sensitive nub.  His teeth sank down onto her skin with each soft moan pulled from her chest.

Aurelia panted as the heat folded itself into knots between her legs.  She shifted until she was able to sit up and then sink down on his cock with her hand guiding him into her weeping folds.  His arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her in place as he buried his face between her shoulder blades.  He just wanted to savor the connection with her for just a little longer.  His lips trailed up her spine before parting on the back of her neck and nipping the sensitive skin there.  He groaned when her body clamped down on his cock.

Aurelia began to rock her body against his, seeking the friction she so desperately needed.  She didn’t care about the water or anything else.  She just wanted to make them both feel good.  Her head dropped forward at the feel of his teeth against her.  His fingers teased and gently pinched her clit, bringing her closer and closer to that edge.  A keening cry escaped her with each stroke and press of them.  She fell off the edge into a tempest.  Waves of heated pleasure crashed through her, her mind went blank from it all, and her fingers dug into the sides of the tub.  Farkas curled around her back as his cock spasmed inside of her.  She heard him whisper her name as he came inside.

They both sat in the silence for a few moments, just basking in each other, before he slowly lifted her off him.  A weak protest met his ears but he was determined.  He wanted more.  Farkas climbed out of the tub and reached in to scoop her out.  “Use your magic to dry us.  We’re going to the bed.”

[hircines-hunter]

Another comes for my blessing? Drink deep, and let the beast behind your eyes take hold.

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[metize]

Mate (AFAB!Dragonborn x Farkas

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: PWP, In Heat/Mating Cycles, Werewolf Mates, Companions Questline, PIV

Summary:

You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.

“Are you… nesting on my bed?”

You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing.

A/N: I didn't find A SINGLE Heat Fic pwp with Farkas. They're werewolves! That's the whole point of being a werewolf: feral sex. Anyways, hope you enjoy it.

Jorrvaskr was asleep. The night had draped its serene embrace over Whiterun, as the weary warriors found solace within their familiar haven. Farkas himself was deep in the realm of dreams, enjoying the peace of his unassuming chamber. Yet, the tranquility was abruptly shattered by a sudden and insistent pounding on his bedroom door. Startled from his slumber, Farkas jolted awake, heart racing in surprise with the sound of pounding on his bedroom’s door.

He was ready to assume the worst, a strategy that worked just fine for Farkas over the years; strike first, think later. He grabbed the greatsword at the end of his bed and readied his stance until he heard your voice from behind the door.

“Farkas, are you up?" Your voice was breathy, a hint of urgency in your tone.

He put his guard down, it was just you, the dragonborn. He respected and greatly admired you as his shield-sister, appreciating your company whenever you came back from your adventures. He trusted you with his life. He stored his sword away before opening the door.

Sure enough he was met to the sight of you as he opened the door. He was always happy to see you, almost forgetting for a second it was the middle of the night and you woke him up because you probably needed something. You weren’t wearing your full armor, instead you sported a more casual outfit that you used to sleep in, the sight was welcome to Farkas. Seeing you in a more vulnerable position was different, he was much more used seeing you armored from head to toe. It brought back memories from the first time you arrived in Jorrvaskr, full of questions, wanderlust and with a very unusual story to tell. Vulnerable in your nightclothes, yes, maybe that was why he was feeling a sudden overprotective urge.

“Shield-sister, it’s late. Did something happen?” He asked, his eyes darting around the hallway to check for any danger. That was when it hit him. The scent.

Your scent.

Farkas and the other Companions had a very strong sense of smell, it was normal for Farkas to recognize someone solely by their scent, but this wasn’t just your usual scent, this was stronger. Sweeter. And way more distracting.

“Close the door, I don't want to wake the others,” you said, making your way past him and sitting on his bed. You were already pent up as it was, but seeing Farkas in nothing but his breeches almost sent you in a frenzy. As you walked into the room, it took everything in you not to bury your face on his pillow, instead you tried arranging his bed while he closed the door to his bed. You could almost see the gears turning inside Farkas’ head, you gathered he was probably smelling your pheromones and trying to understand why you were there. You tried not to stare at his bare chest and how good it would feel to run your hands through his abdomen. “I… I thought I had more time to prepare. Aela told me this would happen, but I…” You sighed, fidgeting with his pillows as you tried to adjust the bedding.

“Are you… nesting on my bed?”

You dropped his pillow. Right, that was what you were doing. You blushed hard, caught off guard. This was your first heat, Aela had warned you about heats and how they worked after you had been turned. You had simply completely forgotten. You couldn’t be blamed, you had a lot to do as Dragonborn and your first heat was supposed to happen later, you were sure you had more time to prepare. You were always planning on talking to Farkas about it.

“I… guess I am,” you admit defeated “Farkas, I’m… going into heat.”

“Then you really,” his breath hitched, a low growl in his voice “really, shouldn’t be in here.” His hand gripped the door handle to ground himself, his knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip.

“I’m here for a reason, Farkas,” you said solemnly, you got up and walked towards him. He shot you a glare.

“Don’t come any closer,” his voice was raspy and his commanding tone made you stop in your tracks. “I don’t know how much longer I can control myself with you in this state.” His breath was labored and his gaze was intense.

“Farkas I don’t want you to control yourself,” you looked at him through half-lidded eyes, regaining courage to walk closer and reach for his hand. “I want you to help me…”

As soon as your fingers touched his hand it sent a spark of electricity through you’ve been hit by a Chain Lightning spell. You didn’t even get to hold his hand, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your body flush against his. He leaned down burying his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in as much of your scent as he could. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief at his proximity, at the sheer intimacy. You grabbed onto him like a lifeline, your instincts slowly taking over your mind, the wolf inside you screaming for more.

“Please… Farkas…” You muttered under your breath.

Farkas pulled you up by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He dropped you on the bed, oddly enough the little organizing you managed to do added so much to your comfort level. Farkas was on top of you, his mouth was hungry for yours and you were all too happy to oblige, you kissed him back, running your fingers through his long hair.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he admitted through gritted teeth, his hands undoing your blouse and groping your breasts.

“You don’t have to be…” You reassured him, his mouth was on your neck now marking you with his teeth as he pinched your nipples. You moaned in pleasure but with a hint of impatience, you squirmed under him pushing your hips up to feel some friction. “Please, please, I need you inside.”

He grunted before gripping your waist and forcing your hips down.

“It’s your first heat. I don’t wish to hurt you.” “I can take it, Farkas, please, my mate, I need you, need your cock,” you begged, your instincts completely overwhelming you with need. Farkas froze at your words before eagerly undressing the both of you in a rush.

You whined each time his hands left your skin, you felt feverish and aching with need. You were already soaked when Farkas pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, he looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust. You didn’t trust your voice to beg him again, so you tried to give him a pleading look hoping to get him to have mercy on you and give you what you were craving.

A broken moan left your mouth as he entered you with his length, Farkas seemed to be losing control, as you hoped, his patience and kindness giving place to his feral instincts to take and breed. He was fully in, save for his knot, when he started moving his hips fast and deep.

Your whines and moans were loud, you couldn’t help it, his tip was hitting deep into you and your body programmed itself to feel nothing but pleasure at this time. Your mind was completely gone, solely focusing on Farkas’ cock slamming into you with force and speed.

“Mine, mine, mine…” Farkas kept repeating and his words only brought you closer to climax, giving yourself completely to your mate to be owned and used to his content was embarrassingly arousing. “My mate… You look so beautiful, so needy for me, for my knot, you want me to stuff you full, hm?” You nodded rapidly, trying to let him know how eager you were without depending on your words, since you weren’t sure you could even string a sentence together. But that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled at your hair and growled into your ear. “Say it, say what you want.”

You whined, the sting in your scalp only fueling your pleasure, you looked up at him with an imploring look. “Farkas please, I want y-you to breed me please…”

He grunted, his pace steady as he looked into your eyes. “Do you? Then why did you wait so long to seek me?” He punctuated his phrases with deeper thrusts, making you cry out as he hit your deepest and sweetest spot. “Why parade around Jorrvaskr smelling this sweet and ripe for the taking? Were you hoping just any Companion would take you out in the hallway?” His voice was aggressive, possessive and it turned you on so much. “Skjor? My brother?”

You shook your head. “N-Never! Just you, I’m yours Farkas… Please!”

“Cum for me.” He growled and picked up the pace. You do. You saw stars when he reached deep inside you, the warmth of his body against yours and his teeth biting down your neck. Farkas wasn’t too far behind himself, his pace getting erratic and you could feel yourself yearn for his knot. “I’ll cum deep inside of you, my mate. Is that what you want?”

“Please… I need it, please, please…” You begged pulling him into another kiss.

His mouth devoured yours as he pounded you into the mattress, his own beast ordering him to breed you, to take you, to claim you. He thrust one last time into you, his knot plopping into you, locking you together as he buried his seed deep inside your pussy. He moaned against your ear, tugging your hair as you felt his breath on your skin.

You held each other for a second, catching your breath and letting the afterglow warm your heart. Farkas placed a kiss on your forehead and stroked your hair.

“I’ll take care of you, however many times you may need it, my mate,” he said, voice low and earnest. You hummed contently and nodded.

“Can we go once more?” You said and he chuckled.

“However many times you need it.” He repeated.

[coffee-at-daybreak]

at your back | farkas x reader

It takes a moment to recognize the sound you just heard - someone knocking on your door. It’s been just you and your thoughts for a whole day now. And you weren’t expecting company.

You turn in bed just enough to voice a “come in”. You’re reluctant in doing so, already dreading having to interact with anyone.

But then you see Farkas entering, and you feel a sweep of relief.

For a fleeting second, you forget about your sorrows when he greets you with a gentle smile, one that softens his icy eyes. He holds a tray with a small bowl of soup and a slice of bread. He teeters in carefully with it, bringing in the scent of warm spice with him.

“Thought I’d bring dinner to you, since you didn’t come up last night,” he says.

Something pangs in your chest. You remain mostly turned away, curled on your side on the bed, and facing the wall. “Thank you, but I’m not hungry.”

He sighs. “I knew you’d say that. Well, best we wait anyway - it’s really hot. You don’t need a tongue burn. I may have given myself one earlier.” He sets the tray down on the nightstand.

Then he approaches to stand next to the bed. “Room for one more on there?” He asks.

You cast him a wary glance, gauging his face to see if he’s using another joke to lighten the mood. But no, he’s serious, an almost pleading look in his eyes.

You move sideways on the bed, even closer to the wall, so Farkas can clamber in. You sense the dip of the mattress and hear the creaking of the wooden frame with his added weight.

Then his arms are gathering you up - one sliding under your abdomen, the other draping over your waist. They meet at your middle, and he’s pulling you in until your back presses to his chest. The familiar warmth of his body surrounds you all over, half muscle, half softness - all comfort.

“I missed you,” he rasps, breath tickling the skin on the back of your neck. He nuzzles his face closer to your shoulder. “I know you needed space. But I don’t like being away from you too long.”

Hot tears build up behind your eyes. Hearing those words, so genuine and sweet, is an almost painful contrast to what you’ve been dealing with since yesterday.

A nightmare of a day had happened - one of those where nothing goes right. You had so many responsibilities as Harbinger now, yet you were unable to succeed at any of them yesterday. You couldn’t face any of your fellow Companions after such an ordeal, afraid you’d see disappointment - the same disappointment you felt in yourself. So you came to the solace of your quarters, where there was nothing to do but deal with your thoughts - restless, agonizing, shameful thoughts - alone.

But he was here now, and though the thoughts linger heavy in your mind, you aren’t alone anymore.

You draw in a deep breath, but your words come out choked anyway. “I’m sorry. For everything. I - I failed you all.”

You feel Farkas shaking his head before you’re even done speaking. He gives you a tight, tight squeeze, until you have to shut up.

“No. You didn’t.”

His hand splays out across your stomach as you take more unstable breaths, helping you ward off the sobs wanting to escape. He spreads his fingers out, pressing warmth into your middle.

“You messed up, sure. It happens.” Even when his voice is barely more than a whisper, it has that little gruffness to it, one you’ve found to be unfailingly soothing. It’s a lot like him in that sense - he appears tough and scary, when he is the exact opposite.

His arms tighten around you again, but more so in an attempt to pull you even closer to his chest. You can feel his heartbeat vaguely, steadily, at your back.

“But you could never fail us, love. You’ve done too much for us. And you’ll keep doing more.”

The tears race down your face now, but for the first time, it feels good to let them. Some of that hot shame you’d been feeling escapes with them, no longer sitting deep in your chest, but taking the form of wet warmth on your cheeks.

Farkas keeps his firm hold, letting you cry in silence for a moment. The repetitive sweeping of his arms and the feather light kisses he leaves on your shoulder do all the talking for him anyway.

Eventually, your ragged breaths subside, and the fresh tears are replaced by weak sniffles. You feel less of the weight within you, focused more on the weight of the body around your own. The warmth of him is seeping past just surface level, ebbing into your system, beginning its slow but definite domination over the dark feelings.

You reach your hand down until it rests over his, still covering your middle. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d probably be fine, but luckily, you’ll always have me.”

You are suddenly reminded of one of your earliest memories with the Companions. When you returned from that first mission, and you’d been sworn into the inner Circle, and Farkas had been the one to speak for you. You had barely known him then, and he’d barely known you, but still, he swore to stand at your back, that the world may never overtake the two of you. Back then, neither of you could have known how close you would become, but the bond formed in that moment was the unmistakable beginning of it all.

“Even when-” you start to ask.

“Even then,” he cuts in. He follows his words with yet another squeeze of his arms, and this time, it works a strained little laugh out of you, and he smiles. “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

You want to tell him you’d never try, but you’re sure he already knows that. If there’s one thing that is consistent amongst the chaos that is your adjustment to the Harbinger life, it’s your relationship with Farkas. Strong, solid, full of warmth and support - a reflection of him.

“Now,” he speaks up, his grip finally loosening a bit. "You should really try and eat something. Don’t make me spoon-feed you.”

This time, you don’t protest.

a/n; this is a rather self-indulgent insert bc ya girl has one awful day and wishes for nothing more than to be comforted by a big sweet man but i thought it turned out nice enough to share. i also wanted to give a huge thank you to all who interact with my silly little fanfics, every like and reblog and comment means the world to me and i appreciate it all 🤍

[hircinesanters]

I am such a cliche bc I was like “omg what if the TLD got really badly injured in a fight and Farkas got so upset he turned into a werewolf and killed all the enemies and ate them🥺🥺”

“And then he gingerly lifted up TLD’s body and carried them out of the dungeon/bandit camp/cave and was whimpering sadly as they struggled to drink a health potion🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺”

[argisthebulwark]

Time Moves Slow - Farkas

sfw, gn reader Summary: After returning from Sovngarde the Dragonborn finds that a handful of hours for them has been years for those in Tamriel and reunites with their loved one. Others Linked: Vilkas, Brynjolf, Teldryn, Miraak, Cicero

Full of adrenaline and excitement you hustled through the Whiterun plains. Your pack pounded against your lower back but every step brought you closer to Farkas. It was a tad surprising to return to no fanfare. A city guard nodded when you approached the gate but said nothing. The flowers you'd planted only a few weeks ago were nearly dead and Breezehome's paint was faded. It was odd to stand in front of your own home and not recognize it. Dark curtains covered most windows and a workbench boasted some unfinished leather project. Your key stuck in the unforgiving lock. Dread settled into your stomach upon entering your home. The furniture was new, herbs hanging from the rafters and weapons littered on every surface. Dishes were piled messily into a sink you'd cleaned only the day before. Peeking into your apothecary room revealed nothing more than more clutter - armor and weapons stacked into chests you'd never seen before. Your alchemy table bore a lifetime's worth of dust and the shelves surrounding it were devastatingly bare. Something was very wrong. Your footsteps echoed around the strange house when you hurried upstairs. Lydia's room was long empty, bedroll collecting dust in the corner of the empty chamber. Blood roared in your ears when you stared at the state of your bed chambers. Unfamiliar blankets were strewn haphazardly across the bed. Pillows were stacked on one side, the other barren. Farkas' slippers stuck out near his bedside table. A sheet was draped over the case bearing your Amulets of Mara and your wardrobe had been shoved far out of place. Terror chilled your blood when you approached the bed you'd slept in the night before. Something had gone very wrong. Your fingers dragged over the strange blankets as you tried to work out what it could be - had your presence in Sovngarde triggered some reaction in your absence? Your books were gone. Your clothes folded and forgotten in an old trunk. Your leather armor hidden under heaps of heavy metal. Every bit of you seemed to be hidden and shoved away. There was no proof of your existence yet you'd only left a day before. Head spinning, you sat down on the bed. Nothing made sense. Your home was no longer your home. Had you somehow returned to the wrong time? You'd hardly given any thought to your return, planning only for Alduin's demise. "What the -" A voice cut through your thoughts and brought a new bout of anxiety. Strained ears heard the door shut and heavy footfalls through the house. Was this even your home? If you'd returned to the wrong time perhaps Farkas had sold the house. You could be trespassing. "Hello?" A deep voice rumbled up the stairs. "I know someone's been in here. There's nothing much worth stealing, might as well come out." Farkas. That's his voice. Scrambling across the bedroom all anxiety was forgotten at the thought of seeing him. He'd make it alright. He'd explain everything. Your boots scraped over the wooden floor when you panted atop of the stairs, eyes narrowing to spot him through the dim light. A scar his brow. His hair was lighter, tied back from his face in a way you'd never seen before. He shrugged an immense sword off his shoulder and left it on the new couch. When he finally looked up his eyes held dark circles, his familiar smile gone. "Farkas." You breathed his name and his face tightened. "What happened?" "Say that again." He gulped, taking one unsure step. "Say what?" "Say my name." "Farkas." You'd say his name a thousand times. A grin broke out over his face and you launched down the stairs. Everything was so uncertain but he's there to catch you, drawing you into an embrace that hadn't changed. Farkas' strong arms crushed you to his body, tears soaking into his tunic when he finally spoke your name. "I thought you were gone." He mumbled between heavy sobs, clutching you as if you were bound to disappear. "I thought I lost you."

[wickeddragonworld]

Posted something 🙈🫣

[nooklingposting]

Vilkas? Physical affection? What on Nirn is going on here

I haven’t drawn Alfe in a hot minute - last time you saw her, she looked like this, and I couldn’t draw very well 😅

That picture seems to have gained some attention recently, so I figured I’d draw her with Vilkas this time. They are friends, I swear. Even if she is the bane of his existence

[lavenmer]

I like to think Farkas is super broody when he finds out he loves LDB, like, he just stews in a corner while watching them do anything, angerly thinking about how much he loves them. Seethes when he sees them wear something attractive. Punches someone when he hears LDB's voice. Growls at himself when he remembers his feelings.

[bookishzelda]

I don’t know how to draw or like edit or anything but. Picture the “scary dog privilege” trend that people do at cons, but with the Dragonborn in Forsworn Armor and Farkas walking behind them.

[dovahkinniez]

this is an absolutely, shamelessly feral idea- but i hope you’re up for writing submissive, bound farkas in sexual denial 😇

+ no pressure to write it ofc if u don’t like writing for submissive guys!

i saw another fic by someone else with the trope of farkas gone feral from his wolf blood, and asked to be bound down to his bed to try and calm himself, he wears a muzzle that muffles his speech and secretly wears a chastity belt underneath 👀 And so i thought up this continuation of the trope and was hoping you’d write it for me (istg ur work is so good i have like it all archived) Btw the fic is called Wolfs Blood I'm pretty sure.

maybe it would be his wolf blood acting up that made him not realize his internal desires, how he actually wanted to be in this situation for sexual pleasure rather than to calm himself, but he slipped up. being bound to his bed, unable to tell anyone to release him, muzzled and strained by his chastity belt? It would be so unlucky for him to be especially horny and turned on that night. such a pitiful sight for him to be effortlessly struggling in his binds, hot breath escaping his muzzle, demeanor cracking. DESPERATELY trying to release his core from its prison; but just simply can’t. And so effortlessly turned on from the fact that he can't. maybe the reader (who farkas def has a wild crush on at the time) would be the only one awake at that time, only one hearing the grunts and near silent wails from the other room, the only one to investigate it, opening the door to such a sight 😳

being so clouded by desperation and denial, embarrassment and self control completely subsided him as an affect of his heightened wolfs blood making him so honest; he would beg the reader to help him through muffled words. He would have meant for them to release him, to take off his muzzle even- but the reader would have other (consensual) plans, determined not to lose this opportunity to make the oh so strong farkas SOB.

( I honestly didn't plan on making the trope so descriptive but I think I had a little too much fun- still dont really know how you're supposed to request things here.. Nevertheless id b so happy if u could use it 2 make a smut or something. If u don't want to, that's completely okay!!!!!)

` 𖤓 . . . FARKAS.

First of all, thank you so very much for the compliment! I love seeing you guys tell me you like my writing, like fr makes me so happy.

(18+) I did do a semi sub! farkas fic not long back, but it just didn't involve kink, so maybe you'd also like to read that if you haven't. But as I said, it wasn't sub sub, ya get me? Idk. ANYWAY! Yes, submissive men >>>. Gotta love em, I just don't write it out a lot due to the fact most people like them dom (tell me if I'm wrong). So hell, yeah. I love this idea, and the idea from the fic you told me about (I haven't ever read it though). But I have once read a few anime character fics that work along the same lines so I am familiar with the whole 'in a rut and can't control self' thing, and I love it. :D

So credits to the op who wrote that fic, I don't want to steal that person's idea, of course.

I will try and make this as gender neutral as possible, but there may be mentions of a female bodied reader, I'm sorry if I do and that makes you feel uncomfortable, I adore you all. And enjoy!

18+ only! Sexual content ahead, minors dni!!

Hours. That's what it felt like. Fingertips burning as he tugs at the restrains, trying to find some release. It's not working. Eyes glazed over with frustration and desire, his blood is burning through his skin, he's counting down the hours until this...curse...wares off. Hoping the ache in his body subsides, so he can feel normal again. The ceiling grows misty from his lack of vision as he pushes his hips up, feeling the metal of the chastity belt rub against his needy flesh.

Gods, he needed release.

Whining and grunting as he aims to gain as much friction as possible yet it isn't enough. Feeling the hardness of his cock strain against the solid metal stings as it grows tighter against his skin, fuck it hurts.

Asking to be restrained but a few hours ago he didn't expect to feel this worked up already, he knew it'd be bad but not this fast. He feels his body changing each rut he falls into and since meeting... someone. He's noticed his desires increase until it hurts, now he's completely feral as he attempts to grind his restrained cock against the belt, all while thinking of you.

He wants you so fucking bad its driving him crazy.

You walk back in from a night's work, shaking the adrenaline off your limbs; wiping blood from your face with your hand, which is smeared in just as much blood. Cringing at the taste of the blood you make you way into the sleeping quarters, it's silent. Not wanting to make noise you creep around, hearing noise from Farkas' room you freeze slightly, hoping maybe he could help you with some clothes as you didn't want to wake anyone up making a ruckus to get a change of clean clothing.

This had became a routine, as Farkas stayed up late at night he became the person you'd go to if you needed anything after a late night job. In reality the night time was the only time you had Farkas to yourself, enjoying his company uninterrupted and without eyes watching, where you could be yourselves. You found Farkas more comfortable in speaking around this time.

Slowly opening the door the heat hits you, taking your breath slightly at the sheer temperature in the room, Farkas felt you by the door. He could smell you and the blood that coated your form, biting down onto his bottom lip as he pulls on the restraints until it burned at his skin.

"Y/n.." By Dibella. His deep voice broke out into a cry of desperation, the sight took you by complete surprise yet something in the air compelled you to shut the door behind you, watching him closely as he moves his body on the bed, in an attempt to try and get you.

Walking closer you take in the details, feeling the arousal seep through your veins, it was intoxicating as the heat from his body radiated through the entire room. "S-Stop..." "Stop what?" You reply as you watch the sweat on his heaving chest, the way his stomach sucks in as you grow closer, how his back arches, his thighs cling together, tight and muscular. "You're making it worse." He barely growls out, whines passing his mouth as he falls back, watching you with dozy eyes. "Do you need help, puppy?" "Don't tease me." Inside he was begging, pleading and the way his hips push up tells you exactly just that.

Smirking, you begin to realise the power you hold in this situation. He's ready, hot and looking at you with needy eyes, all for you to play with. He notices your smirk, the way you snake your way onto the bed, watching his body as he shakes from not only the rut but now you too. He's always wanted this.

He just didn't realise how badly.

Slowly taking off your armour, he watches with bated breath. "Tell me, do you need help?" You ask again, he watches the blood drip across your naked form as you take ahold of his legs, parting them between you as he lifts himself up, he could cum alone at the sight and smell of you.

"Y/n-" "Farkas. Yes or no. Do you need help?" You cut him off, eyes sharp as he gulps with a nod, "Use your voice, puppy." You smile gently, almost innocently as you rub your hands up his muscular thighs, tugging at the straps of the belt he wiggles his hips up, wanting to be freed.

"Yes. Please. F-Fuck." He hums out, his lip almost bloody from biting down. "I need you-" Farkas whimpers out as you lean up, running your hands across his body, squeezing at his muscles and his neck as he pushes his head back, "Fuck. Me ... Please." He chokes out between breaths as you giggle while licking and kissing against his abs and v-line. "Patience, puppy." He had none. He had been wanting, needing and waiting for too long. He needed release.

You knew this. You decided to take advantage of it instead. So cruel.

"I can't-" "Ah-Ah." You smack his thigh, Farkas mutters a shy sorry, causing you to smile against his skin, "Good boy." Fuck. He felt whatever blood left up shoot right down, his cock pressing against the belt and he swore it felt as if it were bleeding from the pain. Whimpering as he attempts to close his legs, you slap his thigh again, grabbing at the hot flesh as he takes a deep breath in.

Biting and licking against his neck, bruises litter across the skin, you lick up his neck as he moans out, your fingers tangled through the raven locks of his hair as Farkas hangs his head back, like putty in your hand he follows each movement and each motion you make. Hot and sweaty under you, his body laid out ready to be fucked as he whines each time you make eye contact in a desperate attempt for more.

"You're so impatient." You hum out. He only whines more. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" You ask, he moans out, feeling his dick twitch against the metal desperately for your mouth. You laugh out, looking at him as if he were weak and pathetic and fuck, he loved it.

Slowly taking the chastity belt off you pepper kisses along his torso, releasing his cock as it slaps against his stomach, hot and heavy, tip leaking and angrily red.

You couldn't help but laugh, leaning back and simply watch him as his hips jolt, his cock twitching with need. "Please." "Patience." You shush him, running your finger across his thigh, until it reaches to his ballsack, using your hands you tug and gently massage, he grits his teeth, his cock bobbing with anticipation and all you do is watch, eyes low and glued to his face as he watches with a helpless expression, panting for more. Rubbing your hand up to his cock, feeling each vein and the wetness that formed a string from the tip to his stomach, you form a fist around him, slowly pumping, watching his dick swallow your hand as he let's out groans and whines. Fuck, he sounds hot.

You wish to stay there longer, but your mouth waters at the sight and the sounds before you, but it didn't matter how fast leaned down to move your mouth because to poor Farkas it felt hours before he noticed you slowly lean down to lick the tip, gathering the precum on your tongue before you slowly take him I'm your mouth, your jaw expanding until it hurt due to the thickness he bared. "Ohhhhhh ..... Fuck yeah." He breathed out, louder than he expected. Biting down on his bottom lip to mask his moans and to mirror the pain you were causing in his thighs as you dig your fingernails into them, gripping tightly while trying to fit more of him inside your mouth.

It almost felt impossible, too big. Poor puppy is too large for his own good yet he shakes and moans just as well while you lick and press your tongue against him, sucking and licking while making all sorts of ungodly sounds, Farkas listens and forces his own sounds to quieten as he rolls his eyes back, leaning back onto the bed. Arching his head back as you wrap your hands around him, pumping him while focusing your sweet mouth on his weeping tip. Farkas moans like the good boy he is, "Please... I need to come.." He begs, as you rub and fist the saliva that oozed out your mouth and down his shaft.

Tears roll down your cheeks from the sheer size of the man, yet his tears where from pure frustration as you fuck his cock with your pretty mouth and skilled hands. "Cum for me, puppy. Be a good boy." You say lowly, he whimpers and arches his back as he pulls on the restraints. "Fuck - fuck." He grunts as you bob your head up and down, hands rub and please his cock and his balls as your mouth licks and sucks until you feel him pulsating, squirting cum onto your tongue as you groan, you mouth rumbling against him as you tilts your head, licking and sucking down the edges on him, licking at the oozing cum as he continues to moan out like the whore he is, thighs clenched into stone until he gives way, limp and sweaty, whimpering breathlessly as you clean him up with your tongue.

"Gods. I'm not finished." Tonight was going to be a long night. Good job you haven't fucked yourself on him yet.

[wolfwhisperertf]

Lorraine: *does fancy magic*

Vilkas: What are you doing, you oaf?

Farkas: She’s pretty~

Vilkas: And you’re ugly, now let’s get to work!

[wildmelon]

sims 4 taught me that no one does romance like a sex mod

[cryptid-called-ash]

Breyth: let’s play a fun game! It’s called ‘Sahrotaar or Vilkas’. I give you actual quotes I’ve heard Mira say, and you tell me if it’s something he said to his dragon or his fiancé.

Alduin:

Farkas:

Odahviing:

Vilkas:

Sahrotaar:

Miraak: I don’t like this game.

[necrophatic]