#skyrim x dragonborn

[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.

[bwoobiez]

Dumb Dog [NSFW || Vilkas x GN!Masc!Reader]

— CONTENT: Masc-bodied reader but they're kept gn, pet play, size kink, dumbification elements, some monsterfucking and brief piss play

— AUTHORS NOTE: more submissive vilkas! i wanna see more submissive vilkas!

SUMMARY: To the rest of Whiterun and the Companions, Vilkas was a formidable warrior who was not only skilled in battle, but gifted in intelligence as well. But whenever he was getting demolished by you, you ripped that mask right off to reveal the big fuck-mutt underneath.

He used to see receiving anal as a threat to his masculinity, so he never had it until his first sexual encounter with you. He still had an insecurity towards being perceived as the “submissive” one in the relationship, so he put up his macho front again in public.

“Just be gentle, ok?” he stammered. His eyes flickered between your face and your cock, wondering how the hell you’d even fit it all. “Of course, love,” you cooed as you slathered some lubricant on your cock and then some on his asshole. One of the strongest fighters in the Companions - and in Whiterun - laid at the edge of the bed with a nervous expression you’ve never seen before. This oh so smart and ferocious warrior was about to take your cock up his ass, how sweet. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, just relax…”

Vilkas never had his mind so completely broken. You’ve fried all his brain cells and reduced him to a dog whose only purpose was to follow commands and cry during sex

Like every mutt, he loved being called a good boy. Besides the bedroom, you also said it during training sessions (when you two were alone) or after bringing down an enemy.

After clearing out a camp of bandits, you both turned towards each other with victorious grins on your faces. You reached over and placed your hands on the sides of his head, ruffling his hair as you would a dog, “Good boy! Goood boy! You are such a good guard dog!”  Vilkas looked utterly adorable: his pretty face was covered in blood, adorned with a beaming smile that revealed pieces of flesh between his teeth. He wore human remains so well! Just a second ago he was skillfully slaying enemies, and now here he was, soaking up commendation from his master; if he were in his werewolf form, his tail would fall off from how fast it would be wagging.

Vilkas was tall and very muscular, but next to you, he was small. Just putting two fingers in his mouth completely filled it, and gods, you just loved shoving them in there. Little dummy would mindlessly start sucking and bobbing his head, or stroke your middle and index as he sucked on your thumb; similar to how he'd stroke your cock and suck your balls.

“Mmuuhh aah! Ouhh!” “Yeah…? You enjoying yourself…?” you growled between clenched teeth. All you saw before you was Vilkas bent over, having his body forced back and forth on your cock. His head hung low, causing drool to dribble off his top lip and fall in strings onto the messy sheets. He was getting the daylights fucked out of him, and there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to be sore after this. You removed your hands from his waist and stuck them in his mouth, stretching it into a smile with three fingers on each side. If only you saw how stupid he looked, the silly bastard. All he could do was roll his eyes back as you played with his body, head empty and full of bliss.

[Lycanthrope!Reader] You were even bigger in your beast form, holy hell. Your cock always left his ass a gaping, wide hole that oozed cum whenever you were done with him. You fucked him so rough and so good that he would leak a little.

Speaking of leaking, you both got the chance to leave your “mark” on each other. Farkas smelt a hint of you all over him but did not say anything even though it was so tempting to tease.

[Lycanthrope!Reader] Your stamina was also insane, and sex in your beast form also meant that he wouldn’t get sleep for a very long time, especially if he were in his form, too.

There have been multiple instances of animalistic sex in the remains of fallen foes.

Every sexual encounter added to the many scratches and bruises you both had. They could be played off as battle scars so it wasn’t a big deal if they were showing or not

[chaotic-tes-posting]

Oooooof

Another

She did not know what she did to me. She was my light. She was my friend. She was with another. 

He traveled with us, and love wasn’t something that belonged in war and such. But he chose to come with us to help. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but I shouldn’t have accepted him so easily. We were fine before him. We had synergy that kept us protected. She wasn’t mine, but I could feel that she felt something too.

Months on the road and doing what we could in the crisis kept us alone and away from society. She tried to keep the feelings mutual. But I could tell what he was doing. I could see that he looked at her. I could see how he would touch her, patting her shoulder and even giving her hugs to calm her during the storms. Anything he could to get close to her.

I tried my best to keep her focused. I promised myself I would wait until it was safe to confess my love for her. She didn’t need distractions. She was the Dragonborn with the world on her shoulders. I wasn’t about to add to her worries. But he overstepped his welcome with me.

He took her aside and kissed her. He held her in his arms, and she didn’t fight it. She let him do it. I so badly wanted to rush for her. To stand between her and this heathen that decided he could do what he wanted. Her laugh is what stopped me. Her smile and the adoration in her eyes kept me from rushing to her.

They did try to keep it a secret, but eventually they got sloppy. Even if I didn’t know from the start, it wasn’t difficult to figure out. I was caught in a wave of despair, confusion and heartbreak. I was caught between being her supportive friend and a furious interest. But I knew that I couldn’t live without her in my life.

Somehow I would have to make it through their moments of love. Holding hands along the roads. Kissing each other before a mission. Sleeping in each other’s arms. My chest burned each time I saw them. I had no solace. Only if I chose to abandon my nightly watch to leave them helpless, and I couldn’t do that. Not to her.

It burned to see her with another. It sparked a pattern wanting to leave and deciding to stay with the grind. She needed me. Even if she had another.

[nekomomoz]

There Sofie saw her mother: her once neatly coiled hair now tumbled in disarray, her robe hung askew, carelessly slipping from her shoulders. The mannequin’s withered arms encircled her, its grotesque mask pressed intimately against her face. In its lifeless embrace, her mother’s visage alight with an unsettling vitality. She caressed its body with a reverence that made Sofie’s skin crawl, and her kisses — once bestowed so tenderly on Sofie’s forehead — were now pressed fervently against that cold, unfeeling mask.

Art commission of my ldb and Miraak. The scene itself is based on my fanfic A Mother's Secret. Many thanks to @lokorum...! Your art is beautiful and it never fails to deliver <3

[hellshire-harlot]

Hey @ whoever made the Dragonborn dreams mod? What did you mean by this

[snivel1]

Listener and their boytoy🙄💅

[aldruiel-scribbles]

[leierkasten]

my skyrim OCs and his future husband Vilkas🤓

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

Fanart Alert!

“Have you read of Potema Septim? Scholars describe her as unambiguously evil; she killed people she didn’t like, subjects who disobeyed her, anyone who was against her, she was elated to trade the soul of her every living citizen for a little comfort. And this woman—was my father’s kin; and of… of my own blood.”

“Careful, Ysmir,” Miraak warns her, a little breathless, mouth slightly parted and lashes half-drawn in a haze. If someone could make love to his hands alone, that would be Jia now—this is how that sacred sensuality feels like. “You wrong your lips a great deal. The hands you name beautiful and kiss with such reverence are soaked in unspeakable amounts of blood.”

Chapter 22 of 🐉The Priest and the Dragoness🐉

OKAY, ALRIGHT. My most talented and wonderful friend @tesshere was inspired by my latest fic update and drew these UTTERLY MAGNIFICENT pieces of Jia, my Last Dragonborn and last heir to the Septim line! In the first one, we can see two versions of her, the one with a flower crown in her wild hair, simple and happy and free, and the other with the Empire's crown on her head, her neat hair and clothes, but with her eyes crying while wearing it. While a dragon is naturally inclined to dominance and rule, my Jia is very afraid of the legacy she carries on her back...

In the second one... Well, I think the excerpt is very self-explanatory, isn't it? 😼 Jia soothes Miraak's pain by tenderly and reverently kissing his hands, and as my friend Senu put it, "Miraak is well. Let's just say. horn".

[hircines-hunter]

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

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[doshiiirak]

gods the more I play, the funnier it gets

[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!

[champion-of-dragons]

Throwing these at the wall and running away

[feykrorovaan]

It's always "wyd" and never

"So, the First Dragonborn, meets the Last Dragonborn."

[nekomomoz]

TES Summer Fest Day 7: Companion or Fallen - Why not both?

TW: Gore

“…There was a bitter taste on Miraak‘s mask. Was it the taste of blood? . . . Nay; but perchance it was the taste of victory. They say that victory always hath a bitter taste…”

A commissioned piece of my LDB, Mansur, and Miraak. In one of her delusional yet vivid dreams, she finally was able to land a final kiss on the head of her dearest fallen enemy, before offering it as a sacrifice to her new master. Posting to @tes-summer-fest because I think it fits the theme of the day!

Art by @shku39259799 on X.

[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 🤍