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metize · 11 months

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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.

#skyrim fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim x reader #skyrim x you #skyrim x oc #tes fanfic #tesv farkas #farkas x reader #farkas x dragonborn #farkas skyrim #skyrim farkas

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justheretop0st · 2 years

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Just for the Night

His voiced echoed throughout the sanctuary. How? She would never know. But she hurried for him. The blood on the floor wasn’t not a good sign. She prayed to Sithis that he would be ok. Alive by the time she got there.

She didn’t blame him for hiding in the furthest reach of the sanctuary. He didn’t know who Astrid would send. It explained why the guardians attacked her. She was the listener, but Cicero had likely told them to kill on sight. Possibly without a second thought that she would be sent.

She wasn’t there when he snapped. But she heard all she needed. How dare Astrid speak of the Night Mother in such a way? Especially around Cicero? She did not blame him for trying to hurt Astrid. She could only be thankful she was sent.

It took time, and Cicero’s teasing is what kept hope alive that he would be ok. At least he had not lost consciousness.

The second chain she pulled lead down a hallway. No ghost or trap. So she ran. Her steps echoing on the stone floor.

“And now we come to the end of our play. The grande finale!” Relief rushed over her as she pushed the door open. He was still alive. But seeing how he laid on the floor made it disappear.

His coughing was corse and wet, blood spewing from his mouth to the ground. He was shivering and wrapped up into himself. She rushed to him.

“You caught me! I surrender! Ha ha ha ha.” He was joking, he’d knew she wouldn’t kill him. Instead, she took him into her arms. One just around his shoulders and the other around his waist. He was pulled into her lap so she could better see his wounds.

His jester hat had slipped off in the process, leading him completely visible. His eyes traced her face. The concern and thought in her eyes amusing to him. Only because he couldn’t remember the last time eyes had shown any kind of love for him. Even as a friend. But as a lover?

He reached a hand up, and though it was bloody, he still cupped her cheek. “Dear listener, thank you for caring about poor Cicero.”

His voice was just as wet and raspy as his cough. Blood dribbling down his chin and to his shirt, but he cared not. He only wanted to stare into her eyes. “Oh Cicero, you don’t have to thank me. But please, hold still. This might hurt.”

Her hand glowed a brilliant gold and shimmered like a million gems falling onto each other. For a brief moment, he felt warm. A rush of pure energy that made him want to leap up and kiss her. But a second later, he felt the wound begin to close. He writhed in pain but her hand that held him steady, began stroking his hair.

He then remember he needed to be still. If not to be healed quicker, but to make this easier for his dear Listener. She had plenty to do for their dear Mother. But she had come to heal him. He didn’t realize his eyes were closed, but he opened them. His eyes met hers and slowly but surely, he was regaining his health.

Her fingers still massaged his scalp. It helped him ignore the ache from his wound. His eyes stayed on her as she focused on her healing spell.

Once the chiming of her spell stopped, he knew he would be ok. But why wouldn’t he be? He trusted his dear Listener with his heart. He was finally able to sit up, but once he did, she had collapsed onto the floor. She hadn’t hit hard but he still clambered over her.

“Listener? Listener are you okay?” He hadn’t meant to, but the blood that was still in his mouth had dripped onto her. Granted, she had a bloody handprint across her face.

“Yes. I’m sorry Cicero. Just takes a lot out of me to heal for so long. I didn’t want to risk-“

“Oh Listener you never have to apologize to Cicero.” He had hushed her. His finger over her lips as he laid next to her. He pulled her into his arms and placed a bloodied kiss to her nose. “I am always in your debt dear Listener.”

She smiled and rested herself into his hold. She never considered him in her debt. But always as her love. She would protect him with her life and she knew that he would do the same. If not because she was the Listener, but because she was his love.

Astrid would have to wait. She opted to rest with Cicero. Just for the night.

#skyrim #skyrim x dragonborn #skyrim x oc #skyrim x reader #cicero #Cicero keeper #keeper #cicero x listener #Cicero x dragonborn #Cicero x reader #Cicero x fem!reader #Astrid #dark brotherhood #cure for madness #dawnstar sanctuary #dark brotherhood quest

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leierkasten · 5 months

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my skyrim OCs and his future husband Vilkas🤓

#skyrim #vilkas #ocs #artists on tumblr #digital art #dragonborn #vilkas x dragonborn

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milton-chamberlain · 6 months

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And I'm playing Enderal again

Now I'm plaing for a phasmalist again, this is my third prophet

They are from left to right: a psychologically unstable young scientist, a widow-huntress with the character of a caring mom and a rabid werewolf pirate

It's funny that I'm writing a little fan fiction on Enderal not about Tarael and the prophet-scientist, whom I ship, but with a huntress, because who but a wonderful woman with a big heart will help rehabilitate after such a shit

it's clearly not worth waiting for help from a dude with addictions and depression:/

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littledov · 9 months

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i did this instead of applying to college btw

#skyrim #dragonborn oc #last dragonborn #miraak #skyrim ldb #tes oc #bosmer oc #miraak x dragonborn #miraak x ldb #tes miraak #this is like my third time posting this bruh

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areggos-art-dump · 4 months

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enjoying the festivities

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the-ace-of-fools · 5 months

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“I thought there might be some measure of hope still left for you.”

“Hope?” The word was uttered with disdain. “I thought you were smarter than that, elf,” Miraak said, turning his ethereal form to the surrounding peaks. “I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I would sooner spend a second eternity in Apocrypha than allow it to poison my mind.”

He turned to Solinar again.

“There is no hope, only action.”

#the elder scrolls #tes skyrim #skyrim #tesblr #miraak #tes oc #dovahkiin #this is from a fic i've been writing for a year and a half now #unfortunately haven't gotten around to actually posting it yet lol #the bubble-less version isn't particularly more detailed so not gonna post it i think #kinda wanted to draw him maskless as i usually do but at this point he would still be wearing it so #did not do that #idk if it's noticeable but the orange thingie coming from miraak's hood is hair.#i have no idea how he wouldn't have at least some of it stick from under the hood/mask if he had it longer than shoulder length #oh also he's supposed to be see-through (hence the 'ethereal') but i didn't like how that looked so he got a halo of sunrise instead x)#so there

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stellarsightz · 9 months

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I mean, you really expected the guy who’s been ogling that jester ass 24/7 NOT to do that? This is all your fault, Astrid 🙄

Bonus: a non-blurry version of the blorbos sucking face

#quick shitpost so ignore the quality #stellar.artz #artists on tumblr #digital art #sketch #oc: lynwallyn #cicero skyrim #astrid skyrim #cicero x listener #tesblr #skyrim

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shapelytimber · 7 months

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Ok I was not prepared for act 3 and 4- the people on ytb were right ggkglflokfif this is sick omg this was a slow burn but this was so worth it !!!!!!!! I was not prepared for Act 3 to have quite effective horror ???? In Skyrim ?? I get it now kglglflfkj this mods excellent

So here's how Act 3 went for me <3 (and struggling with my Molag bal design why did I do this to myself-)

And the begining of Act 4 (more of a pay off for Act 3, and I did not finish it so please no spoilies <3)

Elaris writes the worst, most vague and stress inducing mail.

The spell child of Oblivion is so funny to me lhlglflgifjfk just two ominous children on fire following me around it's great

[PART 1] - [PART 2] - [PART 3]

[COMMISSIONS]

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lotartfarts · 3 months

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

#artists on tumblr #doodle #oc x canon #oc #skyrim oc #skyrim #the elder scrolls #skyrim elder scrolls #farkas #farkas skyrim #Dragonborn x farkas #Dragonborn #companions skyrim #digital doodle

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justheretop0st · 2 years

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Rain

He hated the rain. He hated the sound of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. And though he prayed it never comes, the thunder rolls and mocks him. How unfortunate.

She was one in an era that truly caused change. It was evident at her funeral. There wasn’t enough room to accompany the waves of people who had come to see her one last time. It lasted days, almost a week of respect and reminiscence. There were things that he didn’t even know about her. This was especially telling of the figures in black and red.

The woman he had come to call his wife was a leader by nature. She lead her side to victory in the war. She ended Alduin, granted she had legendary warriors by her side. She solved the vampire crisis, having to split her own soul in order to enter the soul cairn. She became the leader of the companions, even for a brief period becoming the Arch-Mage. She had helped countless people. He was sure there was more, but there are always secrets that are best left to die with her.

The day she died, she looked more. More of everything. More like a leader. More like a wife. More beautiful and terrifying all in the same breath. She laughed and she seemed to glow. The breeze made her hair animate with life. With every ounce of blood in his body, he swore it shone in the sun.

It was quick and he was thankful for that. Perhaps he couldn’t handle it if she suffered. Perhaps it was because he didn’t have to worry about the last words he said to her. Because he swore to tell her daily how much he adored her. It might have been out his comfort zone. But even in his actions he swore to show her nothing but adoration and love. She deserved it and he knew it was likely she was to die at any point.

Being a renowned hero, she had enemies. A single moment of peace, pierced by an arrow laced in poison. Normally it wouldn’t have punctured her armor. But she wore a dress that day. Even into the night when she was being honored with a banquet. Ale, wine, mead and more was being served. How could someone have missed a person with an arrow equipped?

He wished he could have been more vigilant and maybe he would have had it not been for the drink. He wished his last words were more fine than a sloppy serenade. A declaration of known love. On his knees before her and he could feel the air push over his head as the arrow hit its target.

Panic arose in the crowd, they all ran to cover. But he stayed kneeled there, catching her as she fell into his arms. Straight through the heart, and she stared into his eyes. A connection. A final connection. She died with a smile on her face and her hand in his. But he felt to many emotions for him to simply sit there with her. He felt anger. Remorse. Sadness. He wanted revenge.

All he can remember after that is snatching a sword from a guards sheath and searching the building. Room by room, person by person. He was to filled with emotion, but nothing would get past him. He was told that the assassin was eventually found. That this person was taken to jail. But jail was not what the person deserved. For taking such a life, death would be the only repentance.

During her funeral, it rained for those days and nights. He couldn’t bear to leave her side as she lay there. Surrounded by flowers and gifts and mementos. He remained soaked and though there were others with him, he paid their words of condolences no mind. Nothing would make this better.

How he hated the rain.

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