#elder scrolls x reader

[mamadovie]

can we get some kaidan boyfriend headcanons please???

𐙚 . . . KAIDAN.

A N: I'm not sure if I did Kaidan on my old account. But I am willing to redo the BF / GF series on this account, tbh. But, yes. Kaidan is the best BF. ♡

A B O U T: You're delusional and spend your time imagining that Kaidan is your boyfriend! (Same)

W A R N I N G S: None!

Kaidan is a hesitant person, but he loves so hard.

At first he becomes distant, you've created a friendship but he's sort of losing it mentally so he distances until he feels better.

This could last a week, hours, minutes, whatever. So he can come across as very hot and cold at first.

He also becomes more wary on your health and well-being, often telling you off for nearly hurting yourself and has the tendency to jump in and take down an enemy that even looks a bit bigger than you are, its cute at times, annoying most of the time.

He knows that you are capable, he just doesn't want to lose you.

Kaidan is a gifter. especially homemade things. From charms and bracelets to silly things like rocks he found by the beaches that looked cool and if you keep them, his heart will quite literally burst from his chest.

He takes note of everything you like and speak on, to make sure to buy something you like, attempt to cook your favourite meal to even making sure to not speak on topics that are sensitive for you.

Kaidan is a perceptive man generally, for you he is all the more watchful.

His way of asking you out is either two things:

Confessing in a tavern while drunk out of his mindddd, he is sloshed and just spills it out, and rather loudly, too. You wait till morning to finish the conversation... Or at least when his hangover isn't so bad...

Or, in the middle of a heated argument. Most likely about your health and recklessness. You are so giving, always accepting to help others and it makes him angrier than it should, you should care more for yourself! So he slips it out and the argument is long forgotten.

Once dating he is sooo goofy.

Sexual innuendos go crazy, followed with a little giggle that contrasts massively with his deep voice.

He is very touchy, especially in private and just loves the feeling of your skin on his, he likes to know that you are with him and safe.

Kaidan is a secret romantic and will write little poems on scraps of paper and draw you and things you like messily with chalk and he'd love it if you ever did it back.

After a long time travelling, his favourite thing to do it just relax with his head against your chest, your hands running through his hair as you tell him stories before you met, even if he's heard of them before.

His whole life has been filled with him learning things the harsh way and he loves to listen to silly stories from you.

His life has become so much better since you entered it, and he wouldn't change that for the world, not even his past.

[dovahkinniez]

NSFW!!

Miraak fucking you with the mask on, hearing him grunt underneath it as his gloved hand wraps around your throat, he can't take it anymore as he watches you squirm and whimper.

[ma1dmer]

The Elder Scrolls - Miraak NSFW

i read a very specific smut fic,,,,,girl,,,,,,,

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he let's you stay close to him as he returns to his 'research' ,he’ll let you place your head on his lap and play with your hair as you drift off to sleep

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he loves your mouth, will trace his fingers over your lips before every kiss, or simply shove them into your mouth for you to wet, getting distracted by the warmth and the way your tongue circles each digit as you look up at him 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): definitely has a breeding kink, always growls about the possibility of knocking you up right as he is about to cum, telling you to be good for him and not let anything leak out

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): his imagination runs quite wild, has some fantasies that he sometimes brings up in the form of dirty talk but so far hasn’t actually sat you down to discuss about fulfilling them , some include using some magic on you, maybe some of the stuff he has learned throughout his time under hermaeus mora and some of fucking you as a group of his followers watch

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has a lot of experience, he is the first dragonborn , and even without the big title and ego, he has been alive for so long, this man fucked and still fucks

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): you on your knees or bent over some surface, your legs and arms restrained so he has full access to your body, his hands bruising your hips

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he is definitely more serious, he can be quite intense and he does enjoy the way he can make you nervous, he’ll chuckle about how you are scared but your body still reacts to him

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he is very hairy but keeps himself surprisingly tidy

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he can be quite the charmer, he enjoys a bit of a classical courtship sometimes, playfully trying to woo you, wants to play the role of finally winning you over before he has his way with you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he’d much rather have someone else to help him but if he can’t , he likes to take his time , does some light edging on himself and thinks of how he'd like your next meeting to go, how he’ll have you scream for him 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): bdsm, praise and degradation etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): has no shame, after being in apocrypha for so long where privacy probably wasn’t much of a thing he just got used to being watched, would honestly not care if someone walked in on you

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): submission, he wants to see you kneel for him, wants you to expose yourself for him and plead, leave yourself at his mercy 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): not much he couldn't be convinced into trying at least once with the right wording

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves cock warming , loves having you on your knees simply letting you do your thing for hours before he remembers you are there and thrusts up in the heat of your mouth

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): it really depends ,he is definitely rougher, but whether he goes slowly or not is up to his mood

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): wants to take his time with you , he has nothing but time in his hand, hates being rushed

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he generally knows what he likes but is more than happy to indulge your interests every now and then

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he has a lot of stamina and a lot of pent up frustration to burn out

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): wants to watch you use various toys on yourself, things he bought or made for you, telling you exactly how to use them and constantly stopping you right as you get close to finishing because he wants to make you cum himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): can be quite mean with his teasing in and out of bed

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he does not stay silent, he groans deeply and speaks a lot ,no reason to keep quite, he wants you to hear how much he is enjoying himself

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): he is surprisingly sensitive, loves when you rake your nails over his chest or when you drag your teeth over his throat, he always has to restrain you just so he can keep more of a semblance of control, otherwise he gets lost in the pleasure of your touch

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i wish i could say he is compensating for something with that ego of his, but its big and it curves slightly

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he has a really high sex drive but has a very good grasp on his needs, always weighs his options, does he want you right now, or does he want to wait for later in the night so he can take his time

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): i don't think he sleeps very well in general, he'd never admit so but having somebody next to him definitely helps a lot

[dxwnfxll]

CAN YOU DO A SANGUINE ONE PRETTY PLEASE UHHHHHHHHHH IDK WHATEVER U FEEL

You got it pal *flips burger*

••|| Headache ||••

Sanguine x Gn reader

Cw: Alcohol, suggestive stuff

Your head was pounding as you slowly sat up, your hands hardly feeling the cool stone below you. You had to sit there for a moment feeling as if the contents in your stomach would spill over at any moment. Your eyes glanced around still seeing people partying as if it were the end of the world, the smell of sweat, booze and skooma littered the air. Had you been out for a while? You didn't know

You stayed on the floor before feeling a clawed hand grab at your shoulder. "I was wondering when you'd wake up!" The boisterous voice of the mischievous god rang in your ears, your head began to hurt worse as he helped you up "don't tell me you're pooped out [y/n] the nights just begun!" Had it though? You felt like you had been here for hours.. Wherever here was that is.

Maybe the look on your face said all, your eyes slowly shutting as he walked with you. The noises of people getting more acquainted in other rooms and people talking loudly causing your head to pound worse. "Alright alright, i can see when someones had enough"

You felt him take a sharp turn down some hallway in..whatever this place was, he only hummed a small tune. You recognized it from the bards that played in the college that you hailed from. That's right, you began to remember.

You were a bard, your friends had decided to celebrate a good show one evening at the winking skeever. You all shared an ale and then a man walked over in dark robes, a friendly drinking contest for a staff. Your friends declined but you were never one to back away from a challenge, six drinks in and you showed up here on the floor.

He pulled you closer to him as he walked, his hand rubbing against your shoulder. He took a sip from his goblet, had he had that thing in his hand this entire time? Then he shoved it towards you clumsily "want some?" He offered as you shook your head and pushed it away.

He shrugged with a 'suit yourself' as he downed the contents "y'know, you are quite a riot [y/n]. You remind me of an old farmers boy.." He trailed off on some story and you couldn't hear what he had to say. Your mind only coming back as he stopped you, he held some flower? In his hand. It looked similar to a rose but it looked solid "here ya are, as promised. You beat me in my little game and so the staff is yours"

You looked at it, it felt wrong to stare at it. You took it hesitantly within your grasp, the daedra laughed his goblet spilling over a bit wait hadn't he finished that- "what? Expecting for it to shoot fire out as soon as you touch it?" His large clawed hand patted your back a little too rough causing you to lurch forward a bit

He sighed happily as his laughter died down, taking one last sip from his goblet he spoke again "I like you little [race], you should come back sometime. Maybe I can host a more private party"

Before you could say more you found yourself lying in some snow, you groaned shivering as you got up. Looking around you noticed you were just outside of Windhelm 'great..' You thought as you stood up. You could almost hear the prince of debauchery laugh in your head as you wondered how to get back home.

Sorry if this seems rushed or whatever lolol

Requests are still open for TES characters!!

Ty for reading and requesting!

[shiveringgroovy]

I'm taking requests for BSD or Elder Scrolls drabbles :D

I'm very particular with what I'm comfortable writing, so please read these before requesting in my inbox! Bolded ones are my favorites or ones I feel I write well for.

I can do character/reader or character/character. Requests can be something like:

"Character with a [blah blah blah] s/o" "Erm can I cut open Character please?" "Can these Characters be joyous and happy together?" Etc.

WILL WRITE

Masc reader

GN reader

Gore/Whump

Drabbles

MAYBE fem reader. MAYBE.

Genderbends, Trans headcanons, etc.

Headcanon lists

Fluff

Platonic

Suggestive content (but only a little you have to get through my 500 layers of evil ass metaphors before you get to any freaky stuff in my works.)

WILL NOT WRITE

Sexual content/Smut

Hateful content (I would assume that's a given but yk)

Romantic content of underage characters

SHIPS I WILL WRITE FOR (Defeat my EIGHT evil fyodor ships)

BSD:

Fyozai (my first love my everything i love them so much you don't get it)

Fyovan (pleasepleaspleasepleasepleaseplease)

Fyosig

Shibufyo(zai)

Fyolai (sometimes. if i'm in the mood. not always.)

DoA3

Fuku(chi)fyo

Fyoran

Siglai

Souheki

Steincraft

Kunizai

Atsulucy

Kunisano

Sigzai

Moncott

Suegiku

Ranpoe

Fukumori

Fukufuku

If I missed any, don't be afraid to ask!

TES:

Nerevoryn

Nerevehk

Any variation of ALMSIVI

Sheskillmyna (Sheskill, Shelmyna, Hasmyna as well!)

Sheogorath/Sanguine

Namira/Meridia (collect my daedra yuri rarepairs)

Boethiah/Mephala

Janus Hassildor/Vicente Valtieri

(Modded) Lucien Flavius/Inigo

Azura/Vaermina (collect my [gets shot])

Eletuli

Vannimarco

Syl/Thadon

Always ask! I love rarepairs and crackships :D

SHIPS I WILL NOT WRITE FOR

SKK

Koumori

Dazatsu

Dazaku

Fyoatsu

Don't take any of these as personal attacks, I just don't vibe with these ships. Sorry!

TES:

Molag Bal/anyone

That's it I think

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE /READERS FOR

BSD:

FYODOR!!! FYODOR!!!

Sigma

Ivan

Shibusawa

Ranpo

Nikolai

Poe

Yosano

As always, ask if I haven't blacklisted them

TES:

Any daedra except You-Know-Who or Peryite bc I don't fw Peryite

Astrid

Cicero

Nazir

Almalexia

Sotha Sil

Vivec

Cutter (Shivering Isles DLC)

Divayth Fyr

Lucien LaChance

Martin Septim

Sapphire

Mannimarco

uhhrrmm ask????

CHARACTERS I WILL NOT WRITE /READERS FOR

BSD:

Any underaged characters

If you love me you will not ask me to write dazai or chuuya/reader or I will die on the spot

Akutagawa

Paul Verlaine

Kunikida

Tecchou

Tanizaki

Tachihara

Fukuchi

Fukuzawa

These are characters that I can't write for shit, not because I dislike them !!

TES:

Molag Bal

Peryite

Serana. You know why.

Ulfric Stormcloak

OTHER NOTES

This was super long and annoying. Ugghhmm good for you if you made it all the way!!

[koiastro]

I saw your pinned post

If you can, could you write kaidan x fem reader where the longest time he thought it was a guy because she always wear a mask/hood and armor.

Sorry for the late reply 😅 I wasn't sure if you wanted an imagine, scenario, or short story... so I kind merged all three into this

(Slight NSFW)

~

Let's be honest. This boi probably found out by being a nosey little fecker :)

• after the last tomb you guys raided, it left the both of you covered in blood, sweat, and dust

• too tired to travel to the next inn, the both of you decided to just set up camp in The Reach

• what better way to end off the day with a nice cold dip in the nearby river!

• don't get me wrong, I believe this man respects your privacy

• but them intrusive thoughts got the better of him

• And since curiosity killed the Kaidan, he decided to be a little sneak and take a peek :)

• At this point in adventuring together, he was 84% sure that you were a dude

• With the way you held yourself in battles and the armor that donned upon you, he just assumed his companion was a man

• the look of utter shock (and embarrassment) that spreads across his face when he realizes that the person he's been adveturing with is, in fact, a woman

• (bonus points if you weren't actively trying to hide your gender)

• surprisingly, his demeanor towards you doesn't change in the slightest after he finds out (will tease you a bit more than usual, though)

"Honestly Kaidan, couldn't you have waited until I was finished?" The man in question could only gawk at the sight before him. There you stood, naked as the day you were born, with only the palms of your hands to obstruct his view of your frame.

Shors bones, he's been traveling with you for months and only now has he finally got an eyeful of you. It wasn't the fact that you were on display for all of tamriel to see, he was more shocked at the fact that this whole time you were a woman.

Not that he's complaining, especially since his companion is a sight for sore eyes.

"Kaidan?"

"Ahem, excuse me..." With a turn of his heel, Kaidan stumbles his way back towards camp, the image of your physique ingrained in his mind.

[reelovesfictionalmen]

Masterlist.

ALL READERS ARE 30+ AND WRITTEN WITH AFAB IN MIND

Here is a link to all my fics I have posted here. Most are cross posted to my Ao3.

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Ghost x 30+year old Reader SFW headcanons for Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW headcanons for Simon "Ghost" Riley

John Price

NSFW headcanons for John Price SFW headcanons for John Price An Eternity Together

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish Johnny's Little Pain Slut (HEAVY bdsm links to Ao3 post) Am I your Good Boy? SubSoap x Soft Dom Reader

Naruto Yamato Pregnancy and Baby Headcanons for Yamato x Reader Relationship headcanons for Yamato x Reader Obito Uchiha You can't run from me The Elder Scrolls Bastian Hallix Romantic Headcanons for Bastian Hallix

[teatimeweirdo]

30 Days of Writing - 01.01.2023 Sheogorath

note: I'm totally not writing this at 10:30pm ..... don't judge my taste in men

no gender for reader, no content warnings needed

Of course the strange man asks you to find his master, it's not like he could have asked anyone else. No it had to be you. It's true, you are quite interested in the deadric arts, but that doesn't give you the qualification to find a random dude....in the forbidden part of the blue palace.

Now that, after a lot of begging, you were finally able to enter the Palegius Wing, it's quite dusty...but that's what happens when a place is left alone for hundreds of years. As you make your way through a long corridor you start to feel dizzy.

As the feeling subsides you notice you're not in the palace anymore, you aren't even sure if you're still in Solitude, or even still in Skyrim. You look around and notice two men sitting at a table having a lively conversation...well one of them at least, he's wearing a purple and orange top and has white hair, his presence feels familiar almost like the one you felt when you did Meridia's bidding. The other man looks quite sad? depressed?...you can't really make out the expresion.

"You are far too hard on yourself, my dear, sweet, homicidally insane Pelagius. What would the people do without you? Dance? Sing? Smile? Grow old? You are the best Septim that's ever ruled. Well, except for that Martin fellow, but he turned into a dragon god, and that's hardly sporting... "

Pelagius? that guy has been dead for years, there's no way that guy sitting a the table could be the horrbile emperor....and Martin Septim? noone in all of Tamriel would talk about his great sacrafice in such a sloppy manner. Meanwhile the gray haired man notices you and makes the other man disapear.

"Well well well, what a sight for the sore eyes. What brings a pretty little mortal like you here?" the way he talked made you flustered, it's not often someone calls you pretty, they usually comment on your strength and abilities as the dragonborn.

"I was asked to deliver a message, can you please return home? your people seem to miss you."

"You puny little mortal, do you have any Idea who i am?!"

"No...I'm just here because I can't say no people asking for my help."

"Well now that's a little awkward. I'm Sheogorath the daedric prince of madness, May I ask who you are, my silly little mortal? I need to know who has the guts to show up here reeking of Meridia."

"I'm the Dragonborn, your follower asked me to come get you. I'm also the champion of Meridia."

Sheogorath gets out of his chair to walk around you and look you up and down.

"Well, Dragonborn you don't suppose Meridia would mind sharing her champion, one can only encounter such beauty every thousands of years."

"Becoming her champion wasn't reallly my choice, she just yelled at me until I returned her beacon to her shrine."

"Perfect. I have a deal to propose, I return to the Shivering Isles and in return you become my champion, I will give you the Wabbajack and I get to visit you whenever."

You aren't sure why he would want to visit you, but the thought of a companion during your travels makes you happy, in the few minutes you got to know him, you already figured out he is fun to be around.

"I accept your offer, but you better know good jokes"

From this moment on your travels are never going to be lonely ever again.

[not-today-flah]

How you meet PT.2

Hello everyone! My last post had been in my drafts for a long time… so I hope my writing has improved. If you want, please let me know if you like the longer more detailed versions of these or the short and sweet ones? Thanks for reading :)

Fennorian: You were attempting to complete a contract for the Dark Brotherhood, and the location was Western Skyrim. Solitude to be exact. The Nords didn’t really preform the Black Sacrament that often, since the aren’t ones to shy away from violence, so this wasn’t common ground for you. As you made your way through the city you heard commotion towards the Blue Palace. Curiosity got the better of you and you went closer to investigate, but before you even got close some lunatic almost ran you over in their haste. Figuring they were the cause of the disturbance you decided to follow them. You could always finish the contract later. Their trail lead out of the city. You tracked them for quite a ways until their footprints disappeared, into thin air… that was strange. You quickly realized that you were in a marsh, and you could smell smoke. You followed your nose until you spotted a small campsite. Quick to think, you crouched and made your way to the back of the tent. You peaked through the opening and saw a man sitting cross legged while reading some papers sprawled on the ground infront of him. You unsheathed one of your daggers and pounced. You pinned him to the bedroll with your dagger against his throat. You examined his features, a High Elf with… red eyes, unnaturally pale skin, and he was extremely cold to the touch. A vampire. You pressed the knife harder against his neck. It made sense now. The stranger you chased was a vampire, maybe this vampire. The speed in which they ran, the strength to mow down multiple civilians, the foot prints disappearing like the person had vanished into thin air. You’ve dealt with vampires many times before, for contracts and working with assassin’s from different Sanctuaries. You narrow your eyes at the Altmer beneath you, “What happened at the Palace? Why did you run?” You hissed out and tightened your grip on him even more. You know it won’t hurt him, but you also know you’re outmatched in terms of strength. He winced and stared at you in fear and… confusion, “The Palace? The Blue Palace? What are you talking about?!” He exclaimed, fear evident in his eyes. He was stalk still in your grip, “Who are you? I-I haven’t done anything! Please! I’m sorry!” He pleaded. You didn’t expect that. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction. He looked even more confused now. He was telling the truth, you knew that. You got off of him still giggling. He wasn’t like any vampire you’ve ever met. He sat up and looked at you with a steady mix of apprehension and intrigue, “Wait… so… are you going to tell me what happened at the Palace?” He asked, tilting his head. You smirk at his curiosity and obliged as much as you could. You explained what you saw and he informed you of the bigger threat. You gaze at him as he rambles on about a thing called a ‘harrowstorm’ until you realize something. “What’s your name, by the way?” You asked. He looked somewhat startled, “Oh! Where are my manners, I’m Fennorian.”

Darien: You never enjoyed going to Rivenspire, the environment was always so harsh and unwelcoming. You had to complete this job you were hired for, it paid extremely well, so running through the desolate countryside was worth it. However, the noble that hired you was very vague about the location. You were tasked with gathering information, not the good kind, on a commoner somewhere in Shornhelm. At least you didn’t have to fight anyone this time. You had asked some random people around the city, but to no avail. It was getting dark and you wanted to get to the inn before all the rooms were taken. The inn was a bit bigger than you expected, and there were crowds of people drinking in celebration for something. Was it somebody’s birthday? You pushed your way through the people to the innkeeper, however, they were busy taking multiple drink orders from already drunk patrons. You knew it would be a while before you’d be able to talk to the innkeeper, so you managed to find a seat near the back. The chair infront of you was occupied already, but this was the only seat available so you pulled out a book and began to read. The man was pulled from what looked to be some bad thoughts when you had moved to rummage through your bag. He examined you thoughtfully and you did the same over your book. The man was a Breton, which wasn’t surprising since you were in High Rock. He had neatly styled black hair and you had to admit, he was quite handsome. He was wearing dented armour and looked exhausted. However, his expression perked up a bit. “What are you reading?” He asked as he tried to look at the cover of the book for his answer. You felt the corners of your lips twitch up slightly at his interest. You turned the book in your hand to look at the title, “Beggar Prince. It’s a bit dark, but it’s a good read.” You answered and continued to read. He hummed at your statement and started fiddling with his hands. You realized he wanted to keep talking, probably as a distraction, so you fold your book on your finger to keep your place and look around the inn. “What’s the party about?” You questioned, genuinely curious what the fuss was about. He looked around before he spoke, “Oh yeah, that. We liberated Rivenspire from vampires.” He sounded surprisingly disappointed. You tilted your head at his words, “That’s impressive! Shouldn’t that be a happy thing?” You ask. He sighed, “Yeah, that’s why I’m over here. I don’t want to ruin it for everyone.” He said and started to pick at the wooden table. He must’ve seen your questioning look and he continued, “We lost someone. He was a good man too. I just feel like a should’ve done more to help, you know? But anyway, I really don’t want to bring the mood down. Let’s change the subject! I haven’t introduced myself, have I? I’m Darien Gautier.” He rambled and you decided that it would be best to drop it for the time being. You smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Darien.”

Naryu: You needed a break from adventuring for a bit, and so did your horse. Your animal had been huffing and whinnying most of the way. You give them a sympathetic pat on the neck, “I know, but we’re almost there…look you can see the city.” The walk you were at quickly turned into a trot, and you huffed out a laugh. After about ten more minutes you finally reached Balmora. You say goodbye to your horse and pay the stable hand a decent sum to give your steed a luxury vacation. Exhaustion creeps into your bones as you make your way to the inn. You’re about to open the door when someone shoves passed you and barges in. You scowl and open your mouth to say something, but then slowly close it after you realize you have no energy to deal with assholes. A sigh escapes you as you step through the door, and you see the person run up the stairs. The smell of delicious food invades your nostrils and you immediately order something off the menu. You take a seat next to the staircase and start eating and listening. You’re still an adventurer after all, curiosity is only natural. They speak in hushed voices, but you manage to make out something about House Redoran and… the Morag Tong. You raise your eyebrows at the name. You’ve read your history books, and ran in the right- albeit questionable- circles to know who they are. Assassins. You didn’t think they were still operational. All of this easily piqued your curiosity, so you take the sweet roll off you our plate and head back out into the streets. Time to look for a secret hideout. You are practically a pro at finding secret doors at this point, I mean you weren’t an expert adventurer for nothing. You start with the docks. You’ve never really cared if people saw you snooping around, if they wanted to judge you than that’s their problem. You first look at the walls of the canal to see if you can spot some semblance of a secret door, but to no avail. Then you start rummaging through the various barrels and crates that are scattered around the docks. You’re about to abandon a crate when a slip of beige catches your eye. You pick it up and unfold it. Inside is a very cryptic picture of directions pointing to, what looks like, an alleyway next to a tree. You pump a fist in the air at your success. It might not be what you’re looking for, but it’s a secret nonetheless. You make your way to the designated location and easily spot a wooden hatch that’s poorly hidden behind some boxes. As you enter you pray to whatever gods that you don’t find something weird. Just as your feet step off of the latter, a woman’s voice sounds from deeper in the room, “What in the oblivion, how did you get in here?! Please don’t tell me I have to kill you now.” You whip around at towards the voice, a beautiful dunmer is sat on a love seat in a corner. “Um…uh..no I don’t think you’ll have to kill me. I overheard something at the inn so I looked around town for…information, I guess. And-and I found a note with a map on it that lead me here. I thought there was gonna be treasure or something.” You stammer as you’re put on the spot. You didn’t actually expect there to be someone down here. “You aren’t by chance the Morag Tong are you?” You ask, just to see if you actually found what you started of looking for. The dark elf sighs, “I suppose there’s no point in lying, yes I am…you aren’t by chance an sword for hire? I could use someone with your investigative skills for something.” A small smirk grows on her lips, “Naryu, by the way.”

[transermac]

if i could i would tenderly kiss everyone that writes gn!reader and male!reader stuff, i really appreciate it so much

[theos-fics]

Intro & rules for Theo!

Continue forward into the post to learn more about me, and learn what you can request from me.

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Hi! My name is Theo, short for Theodore, Bee. I am a fanfiction writer, and a college student. I use they/them pronouns and am a trans person. Currently I am active in these fandoms: Mandela Catalog, Elder Scrolls, multiple args, Jjba, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Resident Evil, Cult of the Lamb, Mincraft and some others I may not remember. Just because I am a part of these fandoms does not mean I write for them. Similarly, just because I did not list it does not mean I don’t write for it- I don’t always remember what exactly I am interested in. Below are links to ways to find out more about me and then some rules for requesting.

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My fandoms are: Rdr2, the Arcana, Elder Scrolls, Markiplier egos, Stardew Valley, VLD, JoJo’s, Elden Ring, Gravity Falls, Inside Job, Resident Evil

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[mamadovie]

𐙚 . . . CICERO.

A N: Hey, lovebugs. Not a request, just a silly little idea I came up with while listening to Stalker by Stevie Howie. As usual, gender neutral reader.

A B O U T: Cicero has always loved his dearest listener. But when does love become dangerous, and how far will Cicero go?

W A R N I N G S: Stalker and obsessive themes. Cicero is just an absolute freak!

There they are.

The sanctuary finally felt like home again. Their outfit: black, red, skintight, and stained with blood; it caused an ache in Cicero's stomach as he watched with heavy and dark eyes.

Oh, how he wished he could travel with you more often.

See the world with you.

By your side. Always.

His heart thumped at the mere thought of watching you, always, guiding you.

Needing you.

Oh, how he needed you. So bad.

Your voice, ragged and rough. Your blade is still wet. Your lips curled into a slow smile. You laughed, like music to his ears.

Wait.

You're smiling. Laughing. At him? The stupid Nord, the stupid initiate?

His fist balled up, his leg bobbed up and down in a violent manner as he watched from the shadows. Always in the shadows. Watching you. He had since the day you met. Since the day you smiled his way. Showed him kindness. You never joked about the jester. No, you liked him. You respected him. But you didn't love him, did you? Never poor old Cicero! Forever the fool.

You were so dumb! You. Are. His. His flamed hair framed his face as he ducked his head, eyes glaring with poison. He wanted to rip that bastards face off. Maybe he would wear it. Would you like him if he looked like Stupid Nord Man? Or would you hate him? For taking the man who made you laugh out of your life?

Why are you still laughing? By the Void. Get a grip. He's not that funny.

You touched his arm. Why won't you touch Cicero instead? He's softer. Cleaner. Smells nice, too! Cicero just... didn't understand. Why. Him. Why not the fool? Just once. Pick him.

Cicero had always loved you. Since the day you met. Actually, quite some time before that, too. He watched you that day in Whiterun. Oh, he felt so... Alive. Fresh into Skyrim and already in love? The Night Mother surely graced him with you for all the hard work he's ever done. You're a gift. His gift. Not that stupid man's. No. You're his.

And he'll make sure you'll never fall into the arms of a lesser person. Never. Cicero enjoys the kill. He's sure that the Night Mother would turn a blind eye... all in the name of true love!

[dovahkinniez]

` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.

HEY HEY. This did originally come from a request, which I accidentally deleted ... Like an idiot. BUT HERE IT IS. Anyway, this is a different layout, only slightly. And I'm trying to find spaces to enjoy writing again as I've been burnt out for a while due to work. If there are any mistakes, tell me or simply turn a blind eye. 🖤

Lucien is a respectful man, and he almost (dramatically) passed out from stress when they said there was only one room available.

What made it worse? You were to sleep there for two nights, and it wasn't like you could find elsewhere to sleep, you were both in the middle of the cold and harsh winters of Skyrim.

If he weren't pale from the cold before, he definitely was after hearing about the ever so unfortunate circumstances.

But you were so ... Calm?

Any normal person would find comfort in that, but it actually scared Lucien even more.

Because ... Why are you so okay with it?! Can't you see the life altering situation at hand here?!

But as you took off to your room, he followed behind with his eyes tired and mind worrying for the next two nights ahead.

'I will sleep on the floor.' — you laughed at his words as you flopped onto the gigantic bed, fit for three people. He watched, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly.

Lucien slowly sat on the end of the bed, clearly tired and cold, but alert from the feeling of sudden intrusion as you lay onto your side of the bed, "It's not that bad, Luci. We are friends, not strangers." You shrugged, unbothered. He was still slightly baffled by your lack of shock and issue with this, but you simply saw it as a difference in culture and upbringing. He grew up pampered with big beds to himself, and everything was handed on a silver platter at his beck and call. You doubted he'd ever slept beside anybody before, never mind a friend, and you knew he wasn't exactly experienced in the art of sex and romance.

The first night was ... Awkward.

— the first night.

After some time, he built a pillow wall between the two of you. Which, by the way, made you laugh. His dramatic actions caused only humour in you, so much that it warmed your cold body up from the long and harsh journey throughout the day. So instead of bringing him back down to Earth, you allowed him to fuss over nonsense for the pure entertainment value. You already knew that Lucien had a wicked dramatic streak, but the pillow incident really set it in stone.

— the second night.

The next hours to come consisted of laying in the dark with Lucien, eyes on the black ceiling with only little thought as you heard Lucien's breathing, which indicated he was still wide awake. "Can't sleep?" You asked after moments of silence, he moved his body, clearly uncomfortable. "No ... I am sorry if I have intruded." You giggled, then you heard him sigh softly. "It's not awkward, Lucien. You're making it awkward." He sighed once more before what sounded like was turning his body on the other side. "Very well. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Lucien."

The day went smoothly and Lucien's unneeded awkwardness has finally dissolved. By the second night, he was fine. Taking the pillow wall down, he lay in bed, shivering from the cold outside. "I told you not to wash in the lake." You grumbled, feeling the cold radiate from his skin under the sheets where you silently wished he had kept the pillows up. But instead you moved closer, taking his cold body beside yours with tangled limbs, your skin grew prickly with temperature shock as he froze, not from the cold, but from the sudden touch. "Breathe, Lucien. I'm trying to heat you up." He only nodded, reluctantly wrapping his arms around yours, his face pushed into your neck with deep breaths as you rubbed his back and entangled your limbs with his.

After sometime, his body calmed into a peaceful warmth between the two of you. His hands gently stroked the exposed skin of your back as yours played with the tangled golden hair atop his head, forehead touching with silent affection. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he doubted he would ever again; he questioned himself if you had ever felt like this before ... Somehow, the possibility caused a nasty feeling in his chest ... Was it jealousy?

All in all, it created a positive memory.

Lucien also realised that night that he may harbour some unknown feelings for you.

[saturnsnakebars]

Kaidan as your boyfriend

a/n: i have noticed there is like, little to no fics on this guy. smh. also please send requests i will literally write just about anything on this guy.

warnings: very ever so slightly spicy if you squint, gender neutral reader. also this is the first fic ive ever posted on tumblr so if anything is wrong i am so sorry.

Kaidan as your boyfriend

- In the beginning, he’s extremely awkward (obvi), but deep down it comes from a place of love. Awkward flirting, conversations, just all of it.

- Becomes possessive, even before establishing an official relationship. First it was because he was your shield, so naturally he feels protective. Now you’re together officially, and he wants everyone to know!

- Nicknames!!! Especially little dragon, or any variation of dragon.

- This man is heavy on pda. I mean cmon, it’s basically in his nature. He’s proud of you and himself, being together, all of that. He wants everyone to know. He loves holding your hand in public if you’re okay with it.

- I’ve preached this for years, but he has a size!kink 100%. He loves to tease you, he loves how he can so easily tower over you.

- Of course he knows how deadly you are, and he loves it. He loves watching you in battle, except for when hits come a little too close for his liking. He knows you can defend yourself, but sometimes he just cannot help it.

- When you’re hurt, he’s immediately in helicopter mode. He’s taking care of you and getting you everything you need. ugh.

- FLIRTY. Again with the possession, he just loves to flirt. He loves making you blush, whether that be by a comment or a slight brush on your leg, he just loves it.

- Once he’s deeply in love, the flirting does not stop. But he learns to take time to admire all your features and your personality, not everything is sexual with him. He loves you, and he’s eager to know everything about you. He lives for the calm moments with you. The moments where he can just hold you and adore you. Quiet nights by the fire are never boring with you.

- Acts of service. You could probably expect this from Kai, but it only increases as your relationship progresses. This man with do anything for you, you need only to ask. Get you a room? Get you something to eat? Water? Kill someone? Sure!

- He’s not perfect. He’s navigating a healthy relationship for this first time, but just be supportive of him and communicate, and he’s the best boyfriend you could ask for.

[dxwnfxll]

|•| Remembering |•|

Back at it again writing x readers for characters who (surprisingly) have very little

Gender neutral character can be platonic or romantic - Angsty fic of Vivec dealing with grief

Note: Yeah I meant to post this a good while ago and it's been collecting dust in my drafts since I wasn't too happy with how it was. But hopefully it's good now and you all enjoy it!

Vivec was alone, not in a literal sense of course. They were always surrounded by guards and worshippers alike. No she was alone mentally, but that was to be expected right? When one becomes a living god amongst mer you must make sacrifices. They had shared their bed with plenty, taken many lovers to stand by him. But she knew that their 'love' was not for him, not the warrior poet, not the underling of an old friend, not Vehk. They loved Vivec, and that 'love' was truly nothing more than blind devotion.

Many listened to their writings, many practically kissed the ground she walked on. But that was simply because of their title, the 'god-hood' since betraying an old friend. That's not to say she doesn't enjoy it, no they loved how beloved they were. But it just sometimes felt lonely, Sotha sil had casted himself away to the Clockwork city, Almalexia rarely left the temple she stood in, and he'd rather not think of the other friends she had come to betray. The times of old were gone, and he had grown very lonely. She almost missed the old days when they were nothing more than a shadow behind the king.

No, what Vivec wanted was someone to question their words for once without malice, someone who was actually interested in hearing of the Vehks tale instead of Vivecs twisted words, someone who she truly could make a connection with. And almost as if his old gods still listened, they got their wish.

Arriving upon a boat was a [man/mer/Khajiit/Orc], nothing extraordinary about them. Wearing the same tunic as anyone else, it was when they appeared within his temple did she finally acknowledge them. The [man/mer/Khajiit/Orc] stood before them, offering their services to the god.

'I wish to earn my place here, so do you have any available work?'

She liked how confident they were, so many were skittish to come to the living god for the littlest of things. Vivec sat thinking for a moment, floating above the lounge placed under him.

'I have no need for you, but Canon Lievule might have something for you.'

With a point of his finger they nodded back at him, walking away. Thinking little of their relevance at the time, she didn't know how important they'd become later on.

Whispers of the new adventurer circulated through Vivecs city, a [Mage/Warrior/Archer] who was slowly rising from a nobody to someone. Vivec grew worried at first, fearing the threat his old god had posed onto him. But each time they spoke, the ring was never upon their hand, nerves and nothing more.

Vivec began to ask for their assistance often, enjoying their small chats. Of course Vivec had seen all of Tamriel and more, but hearing the adventures tales lightened his heart. She enjoyed their stories, their company and solely them.

It had been a long time since Vivec felt like this, feeling so.. Mortal for once. He grew scared of this, attempting to push them away by acting like a god who was merely too busy for them. But each time they came back, like a stubborn bug and she enjoyed their presence.

What they didn't enjoy though was each time they came back, a new sign of age showed on their face. Wrinkles and grey hairs, Vivec didn't like it. Vivec didn't like being close to someone that she knew would eventually die. A foolish thing indeed, they knew that they'd watch bloodlines flourish and vanish within his lifetime. She had watched those who stuck by her for years eventually be replaced by someone younger. It never hurt then, so why now?

And while she feared that, in an odd twist of fate. It wasn't even age that took them, instead it was the sharpness of a blade. Vivec almost felt it, something was amiss in the air. As if an old instinct finally reawakened in them, they floated down to the steps below. Their bare feet padded against the floor, standing in the middle of the temple they hummed. Confused, he had expected.. Well something. Why else would their heart have thumped like that? Why else did they feel the urge to run like a mad man?

And just as they began to ponder it, their thoughts were interrupted. A guard walking in, the mer pausing as Vivec immediately locked onto them.

"you there."

Their finger pointed to the mortal, the guard immediately straightening up before they bowed their head

"yes lord Vivec?"

They asked daring to not look, as if they were not worthy to look upon them.

Vivec pondered her question, what did they even wish to ask? If the living god didn't know, how could a mere god?

"Have you seen [Name] around? I wish to speak to them"

that's why he felt this way, they were worried. The feeling felt so foreign, they hadn't worried since their mortal days. Since the beginning of their godhood, when they worried and feared Azuras wrath for their transgressions.

"No sir, I haven't. I believe they had left a day ago on an expedition near the forgotten wastes"

the guard finally spoke, releasing Vivec from the cage of their thoughts. He had heard reports as of recently, whispers of a cult of sorts rising from the dead near there. Only she knew that they were no doubt right, of the danger they actually posed.

"Right. Thank you, please inform Councilor Lievule that I will be taking a trip outside the city."

He states as their guard merely nods, bowing their head one last time

"as you wish lord Vivec."

This wouldn't be the first time nor the last they'd use their divine powers to teleport out of the city. It was better that way anyways, walking there would lead to many distracting them. Falling to her feet and either praising him or praying to them. And as much as she loved that, she had something else to focus on.

The area around the forgotten wastes were harsh, Vivec was used to it by now but to any old mer it'd be painful to breathe no doubt. The living god floated just a small bit off the ground, not wishing to hurt themselves on any rocks or sharp objects that laid on the ground. You never know what others could just leave lying around.

Vivec glanced around outside the forgotten wastes, not wanting to go in and have to possibly face the damned cult yet. Finally his eyes caught something, a glint of something shiny nearby. Turning they headed over to it, only to see a rather.. Disappointing scene. A caravan completely ransacked, it's owner lying in a pool of their own blood. Vivecs eyes took in the scene, the bodies of others scattered about, not even their guards were able to protect them.

Finally Vivecs eyes lock on a familiar set of [Armor/Robes] the glint from earlier coming from their gauntlets. Her feet landed on the ground below, taking a few steps over to the body. Vivec felt.. Odd. They didn't know how to explain it, but it felt as if something was about to creep up onto her. That something bad was about to happen the closer he got.

Finally standing beside them, he kneeled. Moving their body so their face was revealed. Vivec felt sick, there staring back at him was the bloodied face of a friend. The [race] they had come to care for, Vivec felt mortal again. Just for a small moment as they grieved in utter silence, placing their friends hands over their chest and closing their eyes.

Vivec stayed like that for a bit longer, staring at the [man/mer/Khajiit/Orc] face with sorrow. Glancing beside their friend, they had found the culprit of their friends death. A cultish who wore the symbol of the sixth house.

"Even in death you still haunt me Voryn."

The living god muttered ever so quietly, finally standing up. She took one last look at the scene, then towards their friend. His hands moved on their own, unclasping an old earring from his pointed ear. He bent down to place it in their hand, balling it back up over their chest.

"I will have to remember you, longer than I had known you [name]."

You've reached the end huzzah! I hope you all liked this story, and I apologize if Vivec seemed ooc in anyway lolz kinda hard to write for them

Until next time!!

Requests are always open! Just check my intro to see what i'm able to write!!

[koiastro]

Please for the love of god,,, can I request anything Nebarra x reader I love my boi so much and it hurts how little fan content there is of him. I've already devoured everything I can find

i wanna stuff this man in a toaster he's so annoying- (but i love him too much 😭✋️)

The LDB and Nebarra! (w/ some general hc's :))

• Hooo boy, did it take a while for Nebarra to trust you as a companion. Of course at the start of your relationship, he was suspicious of you. Although Nebarra had offered his protection in exchange for saving his ass back in Falkreath, he was still an outsider and you, well, you were still a stranger.

• After vehemently explaining to him for weeks that no, you weren't going to catch the mer off guard and stab him in his sleep, he slowely started to warm up to you (just slightly)

• Hates going into the major cities. Nebs not very fond of crowded places so expect this man to get agitated and irritable everytime you two have to restock on supplies. When night falls, ya'll will usually end up sleeping in small inn's or camping out in the wilds.

• Up and left you right after he found out you were the LDB. I mean, the literal blood of Akatosh and the faceless high elf himself traveling across Skyrim? Yeah, no, he came to this winter wasteland to avoid trouble, not adventure with one. Came (crawled) back to you a few days later lookin like he just ventured out to Aetherius, asking (begging) you to take him back.

• will never get used to the whole absorbing dragon souls thing-

• Every tomb, Nordic ruin, bandit camp, etc. that you guys raided, all the coin and valuables are shared between you two. "Your dragon priest staff? No, OUR dragon priest staff"

• If you ask nicely, he'll teach you how to read and write in High Elvish language.

• After a particularly long and arduous day of bashing skulls in, Neb will unwind for the night with a nice bottle or two (or five) of spiced wine :) yeah youre gonna have to babysit his ass until sun comes

• Neb was super paranoid months after you had defeated Miraak. Poor man would wake you in the middle of the night sputtering about his night terrors of the first Dragonborn, you'd probably have to coddle him back to sleep. That being said, if he doesn't get a full nights rest, expect to travel with a very irritated, whining altmer for the day.

• If you have kids, Neb is that one wine aunt that gives them questionable life advice. I can just imagine the LDB playing with their children and out of the blue they start telling you how cool sellswords are and how they'd wanna grow up to be mercenaries. Oh Mundus did you give that man a stern scolding later on...

(not me having to replay elderscrolls 5 with neb as a follower 😭 he's insufferable, I wanna write some angst hc's of him-)