#skyrim scenarios

[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.

[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)

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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.

[yanderemommabean]

Playing Skyrim again and damn Alduin can get it with that voice! Listening to all of his voice clips, used and unused, and when he acknowledges and praises you. I get the feeling that "my teeth to your neck dovahkin" for a yandere Alduin doesn't mean he wants to kill you lol.

"My teeth in your neck and my seed in your womb" is more along the lines of what he'd say. You're telling me he isn't down bad for someone able to kill him? Please.

"Such a strong warrior, wasted. Betrayed and belittled at every turn. The arrogance of your kind never ceases". You'll be trapped and curled in his tail, looking up to see the true eyes of evil as he stares at you almost amused.

Try as you might, fighting is futile, this beast is going to do with you as he pleases. You're the fearsome Dragonborn, surely you can survive whatever he dished out right?

Until you land in his nest in what seems to be another world entirely, and realize he didn't exactly plan on killing you.

-Mommabean

[yanderesbeloveddarling]

the dragonborn at the hands of alduin continuation of this. bad things happen bingo: I have you now, my pretty

the dragonborn in alduin's nest. a trophy. the world already belongs to him, and now there's no hope for a savior.

he looks over to his kingdom of horrors from the top of the world, the fallen warriors littering the white snow in piles, even those of dragons that crossed him. that dared to question him.

he curls his tail around you, almost like a hug, his dominating stare focused on you. the tip of his tail snakes up to your face, gently caressing your cheek. it's hard to get used to it, even after giving up on fighting back.

"it is sealed." his voice booms. "the world is mine. so are you."

you say nothing. there's no question, no desire for your input.

the tail pushes against your stomach as if to taunt you, pushing you against his large body. it slowly lowers down between your legs, gaze intently watching you while it rubs against your sensitive spot.

you can't keep your voice down. he doesn't care about your pleasure, though, as much as he enjoys knowing it humiliates you. the intrusion is soon— then sudden, hard and unforgiving. a muffled scream is pulled out through your gritted jaw. all you can do is feel the ground under your hands, claw at it so you don't dare to start a fight you won't win. it's all your under control. as long as you take it, you will survive. as long as you take it, so will the world.

[0-animelover-0]

When you hug her/him

A/N: My first marriages in the game was Scout-many-marshes and Ghnorbash the Iron Hand so I had to add them :)

Aela the Huntress

You were feeling lonely just talking to the other Companions. So, you went to Aela and engulfed her in your arms. You could feel the thrum of her heart against her chest and it almost immediately calmed you. Aela froze in her spot and stopped eating the loaf that was in her hand. She was not expecting the sudden hug but she certainly was not complaining. She wrapped her arms around you and smiled at you. "My dear, if you wanted a hug all you had to do was ask."

Ghorza gra-Bagol

Ghorza was rambling on about how her lousy assistant was too stupid to understand how to work the forge. You sighed and placed your cheek on your palm. Ghorza usually complains about such things but you didn't feel like listening to her continuous complaints. You pulled her closer by her waist and wrapped your arms around her. She froze for a second before hugging you back. "Geez, at least let me finish speaking first."

Grelka

Grelka stood at her stand in Riften as per usual. You could hear her talking to customers in her usual sassy tone. You walked to her stand and leaned against the side of it. "How's business?"

"What do you think?" She replied.

You chuckled and placed your hand on her hip as you pulled her closer. Grelka placed both her arms around your torso. "Wha-you want a hug? Now?" You nodded your head and placed it on her shoulder. She sighed and held you for a second before pushing you away so she could go back to selling. "Now go back to what you were doing before. I'll see you at home."

Shahvee

You walked to the docks with a basket of flowers you brought from home. Your boots clicked against the stone stairs as you walked down them. Shahvee could hear someone walking to her so she slightly turned her head to look. After seeing your friendly face she smiled. "Hello love, need anything?"

You held up the basket to show her its contents and her face lit up. "I thought these might brighten your day."

Shahvee stood up and took it from you, smelling the pretty flowers. "Thank you..." You hugged her tightly, making sure to not get in the way of the basket. She set it down and happily wrapped her arms around you.

Balimund

The blacksmith of Riften worked over his forge as usual. The sweat and dirt covered his face as he wiped his forehead. Appearing behind him, you wrapped your arms around his broad body. Balimund tensed but when he noticed it was you his muscles relaxed. "Don't creep up on me, darlin." He said, turning his head to look at you.

You laughed and kissed his cheek. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

He shook his head and took your hands off him before turning around to hug you back. He kissed your temple then your cheek. "Well next time refrain from sneeking and just ask for one."

Derkeethus

It was weeks after you saved him and recently starting seeing each other. You decided to show up at Darkwater Passing to surprise him. You saw Sondas but no Derkeethus. You approached him and smiled politely. "Have you seen Derk?"

The dark elf looked up at you from the ground and nodded, pointing to the entrance to the mine. "Of course. He's in there."

You thanked him and went down to the mine. The first noises you heard was the clanking of pickaxe's hitting the walls. You saw his beautiful green scales and went to him as his back was turned. "Boo!"

Your sudden actions caused Derkeethus to jump. "Divines above! Don't scare me like that Y/n."

You laughed and hugged him as an apology. "I'm sorry, my love."

He rolled his eyes and hugged you back. "No you are not."

You shrugged. "You're right~"

Farkas

The hulking man stood outside, leaning against a pillar. You set your goblet of wine down on a outdoor table and went to him. He noticed you coming closer and he smiled at you. "Oh, is no jobs available for you?" He asked as he placed both of his hands on your waist.

You shook your head and leaned it against his chest. "Just wanted to see you. Is that a problem?~"

Farkas chuckled in his deep voice and kissed your head. "No no, this is just fine."

Vilkas

The scowling werewolf stood outside by the wooden dummies, his sword in his hands. He didn't see you till you cleared your throat to get his attention.

He huffed and turned around to face you. "Yes, love?"

"Come here." You ordered him, your arms opened invitingly

Vilkas raised an eyebrow and slightly smirked. "Liking your role as Harbinger I see?"

You glared at him and put your arms down, rolling your eyes. "Oh nevermind!"

Before you could walk away, Vilkas grabbed your waist. "Ah ah, I didn't say I didn't want a hug from you." He held onto you as he put his chin on the top of your head.

Scout-many-marshes

You could see Scout carrying chopped wood at the docks. You walked to the Argonian and his eyes softened as a loving smile spread across his face. "Hello dearest, how are you this evening?"

"I'm doing just fine. I can help you if you want." You said, motioning to the pile in his arms.

"Oh no I can handle it, love." He responded.

You frowned at him and took some of the wood from him. "No, I'm helping. Even if you like it or not. Now let's get this done before dark." Scout smiled and nodded.

After you too got done, you hugged him and kissed his scaly jaw. "Now sleep well, sweetheart." He nodded with a sweet smile and grazed his clawed hand over the spot you kissed. He definitely will sleep good tonight.

Ghnorbash the Iron Hand

You arrived at the orc stronghold he lived in, Dushnikh Yal. Pushing open the large logged doors, you saw Ghnorbash slicing his weapon in the air and hitting the wooden dummy in front of him. "Ghnorbash!" Your orc warrior looked at the entrance and a small smile graced his lips. He unsheethed his sword and watched as you came closer. If he wasn't strong and sturdy, he would have been knocked down by how fast you jumped on him.

"Excited are we, my love?" He asked jokingly.

You smiled and kept your arms around him. "Mhm."

Ghnorbash picked you up and laughed at the surprise noise you made. "Yes, I can tell." He held you in a tight grip, but not enough to hurt or bruise. His tusked teeth grazed your face as he kissed right below your ear.

Brynjolf

Your mood was down so you went to the man who you loved. This cocky bastard grinned in amusement as he felt your hands cling to the clothing he was wearing. "Feeling lonely lass?" You nodded and he took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "Well we can't have that." He gently picked you up and ignored the looks from the other thieves guild members. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest.

He carried you to the shared bedroom that you guys had built in for when you would need to stay in the Thieves Guild hideout for any reason. He layed you down on the bed then slid in with you, pulling you close to his body. "I'll lay here with you 'til I'm needed."

Cicero

The murderous jester chuckled his little weird laugh and hugged you back with a big grin. "Is my Y/n needing love?" No matter your response, he held you tighter and closer, enjoying your warmth. "Cicero will hug away your worries, oh yes!"

You just sighed and let him be happy as he continued holding you close. You eventually had to leave for a job so he groaned but knew you had to do your work so he let you go. He kissed your nose and told you to get him if needed, placing his hand on his ebony dagger.

Lord Harkon

The large doors opened as you walked into the Castle. Everyone knew you by now. The person who stole the vampire Lord's heart. Eyes fell on you as you walked down the stairs that led to the main room. "Ah, my dear! You've came just in time."

You raised an eyebrow curious. "Time for...?"

Harkon sipped the thick red liquid from his golden goblet. "Dinner, my dear."

You went to him and lifted his chin. "Stand." Harkon narrowed his eyes but obliged and stood up. You smiled and pulled him into a hug. The room was silent as you did it. Harkon found your way of hugging him weird but he couldn't deny that it felt somewhat nice.

A couple snickers could be heard in the background. "Go back to whatever you were doing!" He yelled towards his fellow vampires as he escorted you out.

Serana

You both sat under a big tree during the night. The stars and moon illuminated the leaves overhead. Serana ran her long nails through your hair, stopping to massage your scalp every couple minutes. You wrapped your arms around her waist and leaned into her more. Serana softly chuckled and smiled at you with her glowing eyes. "Comfortable?"

"Very. Thank you..." You said and kissed her pale neck.

"Hey now, that's my job." She said as she kissed your cheek.

You tilted your head with a teasing smile. "Oh really? Who says?"

"Me." Serana said, playfully pushing your head away from her neck.

[bluelolblue]

♚ His Sweet Lips ♚

Cyrus x Santino D'Antonio

Note: This is a little crossover and I think my first oc x canon character ficlet. Skyrim and John Wick crossover with Cyrus x Santino. So, Skyrim au where Santino is a Jarl and Cyrus his housecarl. Cyrus is also confused with himself but you know how Santino is... so I was also testing how these two could work together as a ship ahah. But yeah, here is a little ficlet, I've been working on this all day, I hope it's good ^ ^

Slight NSFW warning, mostly just kissing very intimately.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Cyrus would always stand beside his Jarl Santino D'Antonio. Only the best was assigned to the young ruler who recently got his title as a Jarl and in this case a general was the best option. It's been months since that happened.

Ever since that, Santino couldn't get his eyes off his housecarl. Cyrus noticed his Jarl looking at him from time to time, even if they were further away, he would catch him glancing at him.

The general found himself again in the same situation as before. Debating with himself if his feelings for Santino were something more than just admiration, more than his feelings to protect him. It was his duty to stand beside him, protect him, but something was different about Santino.

He truly was the most beautiful Jarl. He was young, prideful, always knew what he wanted, ordering people around, ambitious, but also working all day and sometimes all nights. Monster hunters, assassins and dragons constantly surrounding the city and giving the young Jarl more work.

Today, Santino called Cyrus to his room for a private talk, the general thought it was something urgent due to Santino's tone in his voice.

“You wanted to see me?” Cyrus asked, closing the door behind him.

“Yes. Please make sure the guards are on full alert tomorrow. Apparently a group of assassins got too close the other day and they're not giving up,” Santino explained and gave him a soft smile.

“I will. I'll make sure everything goes well,” Cyrus promised, bowing his head in respect.

“Good. Just what I expect from you… general.” That caught Cyrus’ attention, the way Santino said his title and smirked at him. “For how long are you planning on acting like this?”

Cyrus blinked, a bit confused, “What? I'm sorry-”

“We're alone here, you can drop the serious act. I just wanted to finally spend some time with you.” Santino winked at him, sitting on his bed and tapped a spot next to himself for Cyrus to join him.

“I… I don't know, Santino, I'm not sure… I mean…” Cyrus paused to try and find his next words. Santino was attractive, it was just that Cyrus was in denial with himself.

“Cyrus, please,” D'Antonio called again, he had a soft tone and the housecarl obeyed.

He sat next to his Jarl, keeping a distance. “I'm not sure how I feel. I told you before…”

“I understand, that's fine,” Santino smiled and patted his thigh. “Maybe I can help you understand it better?” He titled his head playfully.

“I've never…” Cyrus hesitated, looking away shyly. He was never flustered with anyone but with Santino, no one even knew about this soft side of his.

“I know and it's okay. Look at how we live… there is not even time for finding out about love. I can understand.” Santino was being honest, showing that he does have a gentle side. It's a side he doesn't show just to anyone. “But in rare moments like these we can try. What do you say?”

Cyrus really wanted to, having his Jarl so close to him, really noticing Santino's beauty again. The most beautiful green eyes, he could always get lost in them. “We can, you're right.”

Santino hummed, satisfied with the answer. “Surely you have kissed before.”

“I have,” Cyrus nodded, feeling how he started blushing. “Not with a guy…”

“That's okay,” D'Antonio said softly, caressing his face in comfort. “I'll guide you.” He held Cyrus’ face and slowly leaned for a tender kiss.

Cyrus was stiff at first, nervous but he had to admit, Santino's lips were so soft and warm, they felt nice. It was a gentle kiss for a start, Santino pulled away after a few seconds.

“Try to relax,” Santino said, “It wasn't bad, but I think you can relax a little more.”

“Right, yeah.” Cyrus nodded, his breathing shaky, he definitely wanted more.

Santino kissed him again, this time it was deeper and longer, having his head tilted and. Cyrus relaxed, opening his mouth slightly more to kiss him back. It was much better this time, Santino whimpered, leaning more into him, teasing him with his tongue.

The general allowed it, welcoming a deeper kiss, humming into it. Santino was so fucking good. Cyrus had never kissed someone like him, never felt softer lips, never tasted someone sweeter. They broke the kiss for a brief second, catching their breaths. D'Antonio huffed a chuckle, happy with seeing the eagerness in the general’s eyes. Cyrus cupped the other man's face and kissed him again, licking into his mouth.

Santino felt like he couldn't breathe at all, the room started to feel too hot, Cyrus tasted his saliva, swallowing Jarl's moans. It was a messy kiss, Santino nipped on Cyrus’ bottom lip making him groan and wanting to pull back, thinking it was a sign to stop but the other man took that as an opportunity to push his tongue and brush it against Cyrus’. The housecarl shivered, going along with this deep and wet kiss.

Eventually they pulled away, saliva dripped down their lips, panting. Santino licked his lips and wiped a trail of his spit on the side of Cyrus’ mouth off with his thumb. “Look at you. Breathless and your mouth wet from my saliva,” he teased. “That was really good.”

Cyrus couldn't even think properly, his mind was racing, and now when his Jarl was praising him it was harder to concentrate.

“You're so beautiful,” he babbled.

Santino chuckled, leaning back to support himself on his elbow, inviting Cyrus to get more intimate. “C'mon, you were doing so well. Let's not stop.”

The general nodded, listening like a dog to his master. On top of the Jarl, there was more kissing, more moaning, whimpering, wrapping tongues together. Santino had his arms over Cyrus' shoulders, gripping his hair when the other man moved to kiss his neck.

“That's right… fuck… Cyrus,” Santino cried out and gasped when he felt a nibble on his neck. “You're so good.”

Cyrus wished to tell him to stop talking only because he thought he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

Santino raised his leg to brush his knee against Cyrus' crotch. “S-Santino- fuck…” The general breathed out, surprised by the action.

“You're hard,” Santino smirked.

“I… yeah…” Cyrus looked away, flustered, but Santino took a gentle hold of his chin, making him look at him.

“Well, I am too,” the Jarl smirked again.

Cyrus sighed, feeling embarrassed and curious at the same time. He cleared his throat, “I'm sorry,” he whispered and leaned back.

“No, no, don't apologize.” Santino wanted to reassure him, taking a hold on his shoulders. “I liked it.”

“You were incredible. I've never… felt like this. This just… it happened so fast.” Cyrus hated that he stopped, but he got overwhelmed with embarrassment. “I really like you… I want to continue. I'm just…”

Santino actually felt bad for a moment, he pressed a peck on his cheek, trying to make him feel better. “It's okay… I promise.”

Cyrus was about to say something when one of the guards called for Santino through the door.

“Dammit…” Young Jarl cursed under his breath and moved off the bed, his housecarl followed. “Tonight.”

“What?” Cyrus asked, disorientated.

“Meet me tonight. Here. We're not done.” Before D'Antonio walked outside, he gave his general one last smirk and a wink, making him blush and swallow. Cyrus could still taste the sweetness of his lips on his own, as if he was marked by him. He wanted more and it looked like his Jarl wanted the same.

“Whatever you say, Jarl.”

[thatone-churro]

harkon kicks me out of his castle for not becoming a vampire and then walks outside later to see that i’ve just been fishing at his dock for the past hour

[setarmare]

This may never happen, but imagine Cidhna Mine as the Dragon Age Origins prison break where the DB is trapped in prison and it's up to the custom followers to break em out.

Because you either get:

- Oceans 11-style action where a band of highly specialized people of different skills come together to carry out the most elaborate, James Bond prison break

or

- utter dysfunctional disaster that probably ends with THEM also going to prison

[alexanderdragonborn]

Ldb: Okay, headcount. Redcap?

Redcap: Huh? What need?

Ldb: Okay, good, you're here, Xelzaz?

Xelzaz: Here

Ldb: Good..Khash?

Khash: Here

Ldb: Remi...Remi..? *Looks around*

Remi: Huh..what? Oh here

Ldb: Okay good...Lucifer? Lucifer???

Xelzaz...you forgot him didn't you?

Ldb: I forgot Lucifer damn it!!! Be right back

Remi: Should we tell them they forgot a few others?

Xelzaz: No. I want to see how long it takes for them to realize about the others

[scorchedcandy]

Samael wiping the rust off those Imperial etiquette rules he learned from his time as a palace guard lol

Beating art block back with a broom for oc kiss week with @gwilin-stay-winnin’s oc, Fari! I hope u enjoy

[callmedarthrevan]

>at the grocery store

>have no money

>grab an item

>crouch and pretend i am looking at item on bottom shelf

>check to make sure i am out of view of cameras and employees

>slip item into my tote bag

>item shows up red in inventory

>5 bounty added to Whole Foods

[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.

[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-)

[yanderemommabean]

can you write something with Cicero??? he’s my absolute favorite goofy jester man and he’s been on my mind so much, he just kinda reminds me of like a feral ginger cat that goes out in the middle of the night and places a dead bird on your bed as an offering to you.

"Uh...Cicero, care if we have a talk?" You ask, tugging on the sleeves of your outfit nervously as the jester comes bounding up with a smile. An almost too wide smile. One that's eager and unhinged, hanging on your every word.

"Oh yes! Yes listener, anything for you! Need someone gutted? Need me to wash the blood from your clothes? Oh oh! Did you finally kill that annoying Jarl out for my head? "

"A...Jarl?"

"Oh don't fret! Tell Cicero what you need, tell him!"

You nod, wanting to put a pin in the fact he's been washing your clothes again when you strictly told him to cut it out. As well as the apparent bounty he has on him from on of the holds. "Well, we're having to disguise for this next mission, and I need to make a few things clear, because nothing can go wrong otherwise we, as well as a hundred people, will be dead"

Cicero nodded, hands behind his back as he listens to you explaining the rules and situation you both will be in. His eyes seemed to hold a dark, bored predator like look as he watched you speak, as if he was simply letting you believe you could control him rather than actually having a hold on him.

"I have to seduce this man. I have to take him to the chambers and then I am to poison him, or at the very least, make his death look like he died of natural causes. Once I'm done I'll run out and meet you-"

"Seduce?" the jester says with a sour expression, hands coming up from his back as he twirls the knife in his hand, tilting his head as his eyes darken. "You're to be touched by a disgusting worm...alone...while Cicero waits and wonders? Oh, poor sweet listener will be with a man who couldn't even please his five wives! Why waste your breath on this one? We could just poison his drink and leave! No dress up required~! "

You swallow, watching as he handles the blade and presses closer to you. "He needs to die in his bedroom. It has to be seen as a natural death in his sleep. Dying from poison in his drink during a party would alert everyone to what happened, and we'd be hunted"

"Aren't we hunted already?'

"Cicero-"

"Oh fine!" the jester sighs dramatically, before cackling bitterly, "Oh poor cicero will have to just wash your body from that filthy pigs touch when we're done! Every delicate inch will be lovingly cleaned, oh yes yes! Don't you worry!"

You just nod, not moving until the dagger was put back in it's holder. You don't think he'd try anything with you but you can't really be sure with his psychotic he can become over the most mundane of things.

You walk back to the carriage and begin to pack some more supplies, listening as the man mutters nonsense to himself, deciding it was best to ignore the asinine things falling from his lips.

((Hi! Hope this was entertaining! -Mommabean))

[yanderesbeloveddarling]

bad things happen: puclic humiliation

the dragonborn

the dragonborn is such a grand figure. it's tantalising to think them humiliated. in more ways than one.

i like to think a public victory for alduin... but honestly anybody who can manage to bring the dragonborn to their knees would do. what are ordinary people to do when their hero is stripped and claimed in the streets?

for alduin/miraak it would be the ultimate trophy. key to the city, as if, and key to power. they would parade an injured, helpless dragonborn as horrified citizens watch.

far worse than being forcibly taken is, however, getting used to act on your own. accept your fate and open your legs. claw at your assaulter's back without fighting back, without pushing away. maybe crawling to them and opening your mouth on your own. as they smile at you, because they know they have won.

do you see the vision: streets of solitude. horrified citizens closing their doors or watching from safety in terror as the dragonborn lifts their head, naked, covered in bruises and dirt. alduin/miraak looks down smugly.

maybe miraak and alduin worked together, and now they get to enjoy the spoils of their war.

[0-animelover-0]

Relaxing with their S/O

No pronouns or physical sex aren't mentioned. It is not proofread so I'm sorry for mistakes.

Summary: After days of exhaustion, she/he decided to relax with you, their lover and only special person.

Aela the Huntress

She shrugged off her armored shoulderpads and her bracers. She rolled her shoulders and a soft smile crept onto her face as she saw you relaxing on her bed. She watched as you drew in/read your book.

She sighed and sat on the end of the bed, taking off her boots. Aela tapped your knees and you put your book aside before slightly parting your legs enough for her to crawl between them and lay down.

You couldn’t help but smile as her head rested on your stomach. You stroked her head gently and she sighed deeply with her eyes closed.

You chuckled softly. “Tired?”

Aela nodded and looked up at you. “That ice brain and his brother are driving me nuts.”

A laugh escaped your lips and you caressed her cheek. “Aw, my poor baby.”

Aela rolled her eyes but made no movement of protest. She put her hands around your waist and mumbled into your clothing. "Just continue doing that with your hand. Feels nice."

Cicero

He came to your master chambers after another kill that you, being the leader of the dark brotherhood, ordered him to do. You could hear his whistles and hums from down the hall before he even entered the room.

A smile broke out onto his face and he happily walked to your bed. "Oh my, Listener! Cicero is happy to see you after a long day. Yes yes!" He didn't waste any time and sat with you on the big bed.

He spread his lanky arms around your waist and his legs tangled with yours. He buried his pale face into your stomach. "My Listener, you are comfier than any pillow."

You took off his jester hat and set it aside. Your fingers ran through his long red locks and he nuzzled more into you. "Tell me about your day, Cicero."

His brown eyes lit up and he rested his chin on your tummy. "Well-" Then he went on and on about how his killings and what other events he done.

Serana

The sun was hanging low in the horizon as you and Serana were heading back from a task you had to complete. She stayed with you as your follower even after your multiple protests against it. It's not that you didn't enjoy her company, it's that you were afraid of her getting hurt. She sat down on the green earth and stretched her limbs. "What are you thinking about?"

Her question caught you off guard since it kinda came out of the blue. Were you really spacing out that much? "Nothing that is concerning."

She smiled and pat the spot beside her. "Come, sit." With a nod you went to her. After you sat with her, she leaned back against a large rock and pat her lap. "Lay your head here. You deserve a nap."

"But-"

Serana shook her head and encouraged you to come closer by grabbing your arm. "I will not take a 'no' for an answer." You sighed and layed your head on her thighs, your back on the grass. She chuckled softly and started playing with your hair. She soon noticed your droopy eyes and spoke up. "That's it, rest."