#tesv farkas

[metize]

Mate (AFAB!Dragonborn x Farkas

Rating: Explicit

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

Summary:

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

“Are you… nesting on my bed?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your scent.

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

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

“Are you… nesting on my bed?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mavariel]

Quick doodle of Farkas with his son Jorik

[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 🤍

[ferwynter]

Anyone remember the Skyrim oc meme?

It's bad art I know, I made it in one day with my tiny finger, and a dying phone.

[helgiafterdark]

my fav part about the werewolves is the way their eyes glow during the bloodmoon

[doblehkiin]

why in this moment do I picture the ldb just sitting there like

[refinedstorage]

oollllllddddd I will not let them go

[moicaire]

I love the tidbit that farkas is afraid of Aela. I feel like that’s very in character for both of them

[snacobie]

Old skyrim art I touched up a lil bit recently…. I still like this one so much…

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Hagen: You know? Thieving isn't a real job. Brynjolf: Excuse me?! Hagen: It's a talent. One you possess. Brynjolf: *grins* What's missing now, your majesty? Did I steal your heart? Hagen: Keep trying, guildmaster. Maybe someday you'll get past the walls of flame and fields of angry consumed Dragons and have a chance to mine away the permafrost guarding this eternal beast. Brynjolf: *suddenly holding a pickaxe* I'm ready whenever. Hagen: Where the FUCK were you even hiding that thing?!

[blossom-adventures]

TESCheer, day 1: Cozy

@tescheer

Winter had settled fast in Whiterun, it was easily the coldest it had been there for 10 years, and Jaina hated it. Having a Nord mother and Dunmer father meant that she could withstand heat better than Nords… but it also meant she couldn’t cope as well as them in the cold winters.

Farkas and Vilkas were still training in the courtyard of Jorrvaskr, despite the cold. Jaina left the mead hall, pulling her cloak tighter as she approached the twins. Vilkas was the first to see her, he gave her a smirk as she moved next to his brother.

“Come on Jaina, it’s not that cold” he said with a chuckle. Jaina stood next to Farkas for a moment, she could feel the body heat radiating off him, if he wasn’t in his full steel armour she would have hugged him in an attempt to warm up

“Are you both nearly done out here?”

“Just about, go back in Jaina, we’ll be in soon”

Ah… this is much better, she thought as she pulled her blanket a little higher, Vilkas was sat reading to her right, and Farkas was sat strumming a tune on his lute to her left, they were giving of heat like the Skyforge

“Feel better now Jaina?” Vilkas asked, she smiled as she snuggled up to him

“You’re both so warm”

I won’t be doing every day but I’m looking forward to the ones I have ideas for

[groovium]

me. too

been playing skyrim again so look out !!

[mavariel]

Hey y’all! I did something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time—Aeilif’s first story is now up on ao3!

[coffee-at-daybreak]

a simpler goodbye | farkas x reader

i'm back with more skyrim simping, this time feat. farkas B) thank you for all the love on my teldryn post! i appreciate it beyond words. i hope y'all enjoy this one too! 

Despite it being fairly early in the day, the sun is coming down strong. Warmth beams down on your skin as you make your way up the stone steps next to Jorrvaskr. As you ascend to the top of the hill, the Skyforge comes into view, as does its handler pounding away at a freshly formed sword.

"Eorlund," you call out as you approach.

The Nord looks up, his arm freezing mid-air. He relaxes into a smile and stands up straight, turning to face you. "Ah, morning, Dragonborn. I think I know what you're here for."

"Is it ready?" You ask.

The smith nods and sets aside his current project before reaching down. He picks up another weapon leaning against the stone edge of the forge. He gives it a good toss before outstretching it towards you.

"I hope it's to your liking," he says.

You take the weapon from him delicately. It's exactly what you asked for - a brand new, sleek steel sword. The metal gleams and shines in the warm light of the rising sun, as well as the nearby forge flames. You turn it within your hand, admiring the firm leather wrapped around the hilt and the intricate markings carved into the metal, at the base of the blade.

"It's beautiful," you breathe, holding it at different angles and lengths. You gawk at it with wide, childlike eyes.

Eorlund chuckles. "I'm glad. You need a special weapon for such a special expedition."

The reminder behind his words makes nervousness tug at your belly. You'd asked him for this custom weapon in regards to your anticipated trip to Skuldafn. Odahviing had generously agreed to wait at the Dragonsreach balcony as you rushed to get preparations all night. You'd stocked up on potions and medicines at Arcadia's shop, as well as food and supplies at Belethor's. You had no idea what to expect - you just knew you had to be prepared. You trusted Eorlund more than any other smith in Whiterun to forge you a new dagger, and he gladly delivered.

"I'll put it to good use," you say as he hands you the matching leather sheath for the weapon. You give him another grateful smile as you attach it to your belt. "Thank you."

"Of course." Eorlund crosses his arms and tilts his head at you. "Who else knows of this venture of yours?"

"Only those I trust. My housecarl, a few friends here and there." You toss a subconscious glance over your shoulder at Jorrvaskr below. "And... most of the companions."

"Most?"

"Most." Thank Divines it's a short word, so he can't hear the obvious disappointment in your voice. Almost everyone there had shown their support. Athis and Torvar packed you a short "emergency" supply of ale. Njada gave you a last minute lesson on guarding your abdomen from a dangerous blow. Ria had given you a thick, warm cloak for the cold flight. Aela gave you some of her best arrows. Vilkas had merely given you a pat on the back, but considering it was Vilkas, that seemed more than enough support.

The person you wanted to see more than everyone else, though, avoided you all night. And as difficult as it was, you tried to ignore the hurt stabbing at you from deep within your chest whenever you thought about it.

"Well," Eorlund's gruff voice snaps you out of your thoughts. "I should return to Fralia before she wakes up. Don't want her to worry."

"Thank you again, Eorlund," you say as he heads for the stone steps leading down from the forge.

As he passes you, he reaches out and gives your shoulder a firm grip. "Best of luck to you, friend. Gods be with you."

The genuine care in his voice almost makes you choke right up there and then. You swallow down the tightness in your throat and spend another moment admiring the new weapon in your hand. You're busy giving it a few practice swings and lashes when you hear footsteps coming back up the steps behind you.

Thinking it's Eorlund returning for something, you joke without turning around, "Forgot something?"

There's a brief silence. "Course not."

You whip around. Farkas stands at the top of the steps, a short distance in front of you. His eyes look heavy. The usually bright, icy color of his irises seems dimmer, and there are bags beneath them. For a second, you wonder if he'd just woken up or something - especially since he isn't wearing his usual armor and he looks so.. weighed down.

You meet his gaze for only a second before turning your back to him again. "Seemed like you did last night."

Hiding the slight bitterness in your voice is hard. But how can you not be hurt? Everyone else sought you out, even if only for a few minutes. Nobody was brave enough to give you a solid, obvious farewell - probably because it was terrifying to think that this was an expedition you may not return from. But the gifts and the loose embraces and the words of encouragement were special enough, coming from your Companions.

Farkas isn't just one of your Companions, though. Your first friend, your most trusted friend, your dearest friend. The person who'd shared a sweet roll with you on your first day there, when you were a nervous whelp. He'd held you when you were a shaking, distraught mess after your first changing. He'd fought with you, protected you, been alongside with you for a number of missions and meetings.

Yet he didn't so much as give you a glance last night.

You hear him take a tentative step towards you. "That's... I was hoping to do it now."

There's a heaviness to his voice, as well. A slight lilt of sadness. You try to ignore the pang in your chest. Instead, you finally store your new blade in its new case at your belt.

"You're a little late. I'm leaving - now. I can't keep that dragon waiting for long."

You finally turn back around, starting to head for the steps. Farkas's hand catches your shoulder, stopping you.

"It can wait a minute longer," he says.

You finally look up at him. This close to him, you can see the orange lights of dawn in his eyes, and the smeared streaks of war paint along his eyelids. You also see that sadness, that heaviness in his eyes, much closer. It almost makes your breath still.

"Look," he starts in his gruff, quiet voice, "it's just... I didn't want to...."

He trails off, another whirlwind of battling emotions and feelings written in his eyes and slightly furrowed brow. You wait, but the silence that follows is filled with the sound of your hammering heart.

Farkas sighs. "I'm... not good with words."

Disappointment makes your stomach fall. Your entire body sags with sadness, then stones up all over again. You roll your eyes as you start to turn away. "Then your minute is up."

Before you can take another step, he catches your shoulder once more, except this time, it's enough power to turn you around completely. Just as you take a breath to bark out a protest, his hands take your face, and he's pulling you in.

His lips capture your own, firm but not forceful. Your knees just about buckle in surprise, but your hands are quick to place themselves over his powerful forearms, steadying yourself.

With your eyes shut tight, and the breath snatched completely out of you, you have no choice but to savor the feeling of his lips on yours, his facial hair rough on your skin, his fingers fitting perfectly along your cheeks.

Then - far too soon - he pulls back. You've barely gotten a chance to suck a breath in before he moves once more. This time, his powerful arms wrap around you, taking you in against his form and squeezing you. Warmth envelops you, one very different from that of the nearby forge.

"Be careful. I need you back in one piece."

His voice is quiet, and a little shaky.  You have never heard it like that. He's always been stoic - kind, and friendly, and welcoming, but always has his composure. But now he's scared, and worried - perhaps even more than you.

Your eyes well up and you squeeze them shut to wall off tears. Your arms are quick in coming around to his back and torso, which you feel rise and fall with a heavy exhale. You squeeze him back, but it's nowhere near the strength he's giving. In fact, you can hardly breathe, but you don't mind it. How can you? All you can think about is how you will miss this, and how much you want to be able to do it again in a few days' time.

Perhaps Odahviing can wait a minute longer.

[ego-osbourne]

Vasalis & the Twins (Old)

Was trying to find something and stumbled upon these and realized that I never posted them????? Fr???? I am an idiot

So anywho, here’s a bit of Vilkas and Vasalis love, + a small comic about how Vasalis “sees” (considering he’s blind). He spots auras and is able to tell apart live things and objects. He’s also able to learn certain auras, and eventually how to differentiate different people based on their auras. Because Vilkas and Farkas are twins, their auras appear to be nearly identical. (Featuring my best buddy’s design for Farkas, love you Louis)

[helgiafterdark]