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[ronkeyroo]

🐺 Greetings from The Dumb of Ass, Pure of Heart - And Were Of Wolf ; Vilkas & Farkas!

#Vilkas #Farkas #My beloveds...Oh how long its been ;_; #Long time no skyrim art shenanigans!!!! #The Ronkey is BACK on a ROLL #the roll is vilkas and farkas yes hello i live #no illness shall keep me from le blorbos #i missed vilkas's resting bitch face and Farkas' beautiful giant badonk- i mean smile #vilkas skyrim #farkas skyrim #jorrvaskr #skyrim art shenanigans #skyrim #tes #ronkeyroo #my art

[gloomwitchwrites]

Snowberries & Wolf Teeth

Vilkas x Farkas x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, kissing, F/M/M, brief mentions of Vilkas & Farkas’ beast forms, oral sex (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), multiple creampie, breeding, multiple positions, possessive behavior, alcohol, brief aftercare

Word Count: 3.4k

At the New Life Festival during Evening Star, the Wolf Twins make their claim on you.

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // winter 2023 masterlist

Whiterun is bathed in luminous light.

Masser and Secunda are large in the night sky. Along with the two moons is an aurora of blue and green which only adds to the lights of the festival. Makeshift lamps line the streets of Whiterun. From them hang wreaths made of pine and snowberries. It’s true winter now. There is an intense chill in the air, and many within Whiterun predict that the first snowfall of the year will arrive any day.

Tonight, the citizens of Whiterun celebrate the New Light Festival. Typically, one of the major cities across Skyrim host the festival, especially where the Empire has a firm hold. Solitude is the most popular place to hold it, and while you’ve only been to the city a few times in your life, you’ve never gone during the New Light Festival.

This year, Whiterun is celebrating on its own, and the Companions are graciously allowing the festivities to be held in their mead hall, Jorrvaskr. You’ve been inside before, mostly to make an excuse to talk to Farkas or Vilkas. They both shower you with affection, and neither seems upset that the other chases after you. Sometimes, they actively pursue you together.

Will you eventually have to choose? Or are they willing to share? Is that even an acceptable outcome for either of them?

You move with the growing crowd toward Jorrvaskr. The large double doors are wide open, and from within the mead hall comes music and the rich scent of roasting meat. Many people linger around the Gildergreen or on the steps outside Jorrvaskr. Everyone is dressed in festive attire and groups of children chase each other, weaving through the crowd, giggling as they go.

As you enter Jorrvaskr, you’re immediately hit with a wall of warmth. Below, the firepit is blazing. Over it is roasting venison, chicken, and duck. Several members of the Companions stand around it, keeping an eye on the roasting meat. The doors to the courtyard are also open and the crowd spills out toward the Skyforge.

You walk along the interior wall of the mead hall, heading for the large barrels that contain mead. When you take your first sip, your body immediately warms from the bite of the alcohol. After grabbing a drink, you head for the sweets, selecting a tart to snack on while you wait for some of the meat to come off the fire.

The tart is coated with dusting sugar and syrup. It sticks to your fingers, and you’re constantly sucking on them to try and consume every sugary morsal.

From the back doors that lead out into the courtyard, you notice couples dancing. You smile, watching them move together in unison, chewing slowly on the tart as you watch them.

“Are you wanting to dance?”

You jump at the voice in your ear. Turning sharply, you laugh aloud as you realize who it is.

“You startled me, Vilkas.”

“My apologies,” he replies, retreating slightly.

While he wears his signature wolf armor, it’s all clean and polished to an immaculate shine. Over his right shoulder hangs a cloak of black. His black hair is slicked back and styled nicely. Vilkas is dressed for the occasion. He’s always been handsome to you, but this only highlights how attractive he is.

“Would you still like a dance?” he asks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Could I have several?” you tease, delicately licking some of the sugary power off your thumb.

“As many as you wish,” he agrees, reaching out to snag your wrist. Vilkas brings your hand to his mouth, and he licks up a stray drop of syrup.

You finish the tart and mead quickly, handing off the empty mug to be cleaned. Then you slide your hand in Vilkas’, the two of you heading for the dancers. While a warrior, Vilkas does not step on your feet or mess up. He knows all the traditional dances of Skyrim, leading you through them so naturally it’s startling.

By the end of the third dance, you’re clutching your chest, a little winded but happy. His face is slightly flushed but he’s grinning widely, and you desperately wish to kiss him.

“A drink?” asks Vilkas, offering his hand.

“Please.” You slide your hand into his, and Vilkas escorts you to the doors of the mead hall.

With drinks in hand, you and Vilkas head for a quiet corner away from everyone else. You lean against the wall and Vilkas stands with his back to the room, creating a private cocoon. It’s intimate, and the closeness brings heat to your cheeks that quickly radiates outward to your limbs.

“I’ve been looking for the two of you.”

Farkas appears from behind Vilkas. He stands to Vilkas’ left, adding an extension to the cocoon. He is dressed nearly identical to Vilkas, except his hair which is loose and wild around his head. Farkas grins and you instantly melt.

Maybe it’s the mead, but you have a distinct feeling that cannot be the case. They always make every part of you tingle, usually in the most secret places, and this stepping around what you really want is starting to eat away at you. You want them, and you might as well go for it.

“It’s a little loud in here,” you reply. “Is there somewhere else we could go?” You purposefully lean into Vilkas while placing your hand on Farkas’ chest.

They both perk up. At first, they’re slightly confused, but they both realize exactly what you mean rather quickly. Vilkas’ grin is knowing and sultry, but Farkas blushes hard as he suddenly understands what you’re implying.

“This way,” nods Vilkas in the direction of the nearest set of stairs. They lead downward toward Jorrvaskr’s living quarters.

Glancing over his shoulder, Vilkas observes the room before placing his hand on your upper arm to steer you toward the stairs. Farkas follows too, creating a buffer so no one notices that you’re pressed in between them.

As Vilkas approaches the door, he places a hand against the wood, pushing it open enough for you to slip inside first. Farkas follows behind, and then Vilkas steps in behind his brother. When the door is in place, it completely shuts out the noise from the party.

It’s incredibly quiet down here. So much so that it takes a moment for you to realize that the three of you are not entirely alone. From the doorway in front of you leading into a sleeping area, you distinctly hear low moans of pleasure and the slap of skin against skin.

You step back and bump into Vilkas. His hand is on your waist, sliding over your lower back to eagerly grip your hip.

“Is that what you’re wanting? With us?” he whispers against your ear.

Yes. You’ve wanted it for weeks now.

“Is that okay?” you respond, wanting to make sure that they both agree to this.

Vilkas glances at his brother and Farkas nods in agreement. “We accept this.”

“Oh,” is all you say, as the couple just across the hall grow louder in volume.

Are you surprised by this? Not really, and yet you are. Did you fear rejection or even disinterest? Yes, but even that seems false. What reason have either of them given to make you suspect that they didn’t want you?

Vilkas’ hand on your waist is an anchor. His fingers dig into your hip as he pushes forward, guiding you away and down the hall. Farkas stands close enough that his arm brushes against yours, but he does not put his hands on you. It isn’t until the three of you turn down a short hall and enter a small bedroom that Farkas reaches out to touch.

Their hands are everywhere the moment the door to the little bedroom is shut. Vilkas is grabbing at your hips and waist, pulling you toward him while Farkas lightly tugs on your hair, arching your neck, exposing your throat for his mouth to place kisses on. Farkas begins at the hollow of your throat and works upward until he finds your lips.

The kiss is deep. Blistering. A demand.

When he breaks away, you’re breathless, wanting more of him. But Vilkas fills that void, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling you in to discover your taste. While Vilkas learns your mouth, Farkas’s hands roam over your back and sides, eventually settling on the curve of your ass. He squeezes through the fabric, and then gives it a light slap that causes your hips to jerk forward and into Vilkas.

Vilkas breaks away and laughs softly, one hand reaching up to unclasp the cloak hanging over his shoulder. He gently tosses it onto a nearby stool. Farkas follows suit, the two of them slowly undoing hooks and clasps to loosen their armor.

“Which part should we remove from you first?” asks Vilkas in a sultry purr. His gaze roams over your body, and his heated gaze leaves you feeling exposed.

“Everything should go,” answers Farkas as he reaches up to play with the adornments of threaded dried snowberries in your hair. “But these should stay. I like them.”

Vilkas nods. “I agree.” His chest plate falls away and he sets it down near the door.

The two of them are taking their time, watching you watch them. It’s a drawn-out dance. An anticipation.

When Farkas’ hands fall on your shoulders, you nearly jump in surprise. But he is entirely gentle when those fingers slip under the fabric to push it over and down your shoulders. Your dress surrenders to him, stopping briefly at your hips before completely falling to the floor at your feet. You are just as bare as they are.

The moment your nakedness is revealed, Vilkas’ nostrils flare like he’s inhaling your scent. His hands, which are at his sides, clench and unclench. All the while, Farkas’ hands are on your body, touching and caressing in soft strokes that chip away at your autonomy. They make you compliant and weak. Leaning back against him, you admire Vilkas’ muscled form.

He stalks forward, and every muscle ripples as he walks. When he’s close enough you reach out to touch him at the same moment he touches you. There is a hand around your throat, but you’re not sure which one it is.

Vilkas’ head tilts downward, his nose brushing your cheek as his lips meet yours. The sound he makes in his throat is low and feral. Hungry. Everything is tense, and the hands that touch you only tighten as if you’ll try to dart away like a frightened doe.

But you won’t run. Not from them.

Vilkas breaks the kiss and cups the sides your face in both of his hands. Those pale eyes of his are piercing, serrated and sharp like a blade. “Do you want this? Like we want this?” His gaze darts over your face, seeking confirmation.

You nod. “Yes. Please. I want—need, the both of you.”

Farkas’ hand slides over your stomach and between your legs. You gasp when his fingers run through your slickness. Using his index and middle finger, he parts your sex, and the moment he does, the two of them close their eyes, inhaling deeply.

There is something deeply primal about what they’ve just done. When they open their eyes there are small swirls of yellow there that weren’t there before. Vilkas’ lips part slightly, and you notice a sharpness to his canines.

“On the bed,” he murmurs. “Legs open.”

Farkas relinquishes his hold on you but Vilkas is right there, walking with you, sliding his hands up your legs once you fall back onto the bed and open them wide. His hovers between them only a moment before his head dips and his tongue slides over your sex.

It is a shock of sensation, one that ripples up to the crown of your head and to the tips of your toes. Vilkas feasts, alternating between licking, sucking, and kissing, seeking out what will make you come undone.

The bed dips near your head. Farkas is there, his hand sliding under your head to tangle in your hair. He is careful of the adornments, guiding you up onto your elbows. You know what he wants, and you obediently open your mouth, presenting your mouth to him.

He groans, and rubs the head of his cock on your tongue before you close around him. Vilkas swirls his tongue around your clit at the same moment you swirl your tongue around the head of Farkas’ cock. Your pussy clenches, relaxes, and then Vilkas slides a finger inside of you to the knuckle.

Vilkas pumps in time with the movement of his tongue while your head bobs up and down Farkas’ cock. Farkas’ hold on the back of your head is strong but not domineering. He isn’t controlling this. He’s allowing you to take charge.

Vilkas sucks your clit into his mouth and you moan around Farkas’ cock, the muscles in your thighs tightening, wanting to close around Vilkas’ head. He sucks again and Farkas’ cock pops from your mouth. Your hand goes out to grasp the base but it’s more to settle you than him. Vilkas has found that rhythm, and he is working you quickly toward an end.

He sucks again. Swirls his tongue. Then you’re sinking into yourself as the orgasm bubbles up and consumes you. The room you’re in grows a bit distant, and then it all comes hurtling forward as Vilkas continues to tease your clit with his tongue.

Your back aches off the bed, and someone’s hand is around your throat, guiding you to a seated position as Vilkas pushes up from between your legs, one hand still moving casually between them.

“Do you want me here?” he asks slowly, pumping his finger in and out of your pussy. “Or would you like me here?” Removing his fingers, he presses the sticky tips to your lips, dragging them across your flesh, leaving a glossy trail behind.

Your lips part and Vilkas takes that as an answer. With their hands on you, you don’t need to move. They guide you into position. Vilkas reclines in the bed, back against the headboard while you go onto your hands and knees between his legs.

Farkas settles on the bed behind you, his hands rubbing up and down your back before going to your hips, easing them up slightly for a better angle. You wrap your hand around the base of Vilkas’ cock at the same moment Farkas presses down a bit, arching your back, forcing your legs to slide open.

You pump Vilkas a few times before leaning in to kiss the tip. A pearly bead of precum blooms in the slit, and you eagerly lick it up with the tip of your tongue. Another blooms in its place, and you swirl your tongue around the flared head before licking the entire length of from base to tip.

Behind you, Farkas lines himself up, the head of his cock catching on your entrance, easing slowly inch by inch. He’s gentle, rolling his hips in light, shallow thrusts that allow your body to acclimate to him. A few more strokes and Farkas slides home to the hilt.

You’re full. Stretched. Filthy and feral.

You take the head of Vilkas’ cock into your mouth, holding him there while the salvia collects. Then, you swallow him down, your lips touching your hand as Farkas retreats before thrusting forward.

Hollowing your cheeks, you slide back up, and then repeat the process, bringing in your hand to pump him in time with your upward passes. Farkas moves one hand to your waist while the other stays on your hip, his pelvis slapping against your ass with each thrust.

Farkas thrusts. Grinds his hips forward. Hold there a moment. “Shall we make her ours?” he asks. You cannot see his face but you can see Vilkas. The corner of his mouth twitching until it pulls into a full smile.

“Haven’t we?” he replies, one eyebrow arching.

“She needs our marks.” You feel Farkas’s hand slide upward to clutch the back of your neck. He pulls you off Vilkas’ cock, bringing you flush against his chest. His other hand slides forward to cradle your stomach. “And our whelp, too.”

Vilkas’ grows burning hot. The swirling yellow intensifies. “And what does she say to this?” His head tilts to the side slightly, appraising you.

You’re still pressed against Farkas, his cock buried deep within you. “I want the both of you. In all ways.”

Farkas’ pleased groan against your throat goes straight to your pussy. You clench around him and his fingers reflexively dig into your skin.

“Give her to me, Farkas.”

The loss of Farkas’ cock is immediate. He draws away just as Vilkas sits up entirely and pulls you into his lap, turning you around to lay back against him. Vilkas’ hands slide forward to the backs of your thighs and then hook under your knees. He draws them to your chest and Farkas is already moving, returning to your body easily. Farkas places one hand against the wall above Vilkas while the other presses into your hip. You’re trapped between them, and the sensation is lovely.

You’re entirely at their mercy, and it feels good. It feels right.

Farkas uses the leverage of the wall to set a pounding rhythm that shakes the bed. You rest your head against Vilkas’ shoulder and surrender to them.

But Vilkas is not idle.

He adjusts his grip on one of your knees enough that he can reach between you and Farkas’ bodies to rub your clit. You’re already sensitive from when his tongue was on you, and a few well-placed strokes have you clenching around Farkas.

Farkas groans, hips slamming forward as he finishes. His chest heaves but he doesn’t immediately pull out. Instead, the hand on your hip disappears to grab the lower-half of your face. He draws you to him enough that he can lean down and kiss you.

“It’s my brother’s turn,” he murmurs against your mouth.

Farkas draws back, and then Vilkas is lifting you into his lap, lining himself up to sink inside. Your groan loudly, toes curling as he settles to the hilt. There is nothing left for you to do but hold on as he guides you up and down his cock.

“Touch yourself.”

Sighing, you slide your hand between your spread legs to work yourself. Each thrust and every stroke of your hand sends a little tremor through your legs. Vilkas makes a sound deep in his throat as he nuzzles your neck. He continues to rock his hips, upping the rhythm of his thrusts until your breath comes in short gasps of pleasure. Your eyes begin to close, eyelids fluttering with every tingle in your clit.

“You’re ours,” murmurs Vilkas against your flesh. “Ours.” On that final word, he growls, and holds you in place as he thrusts up into you.

His grunts and your groans fill the room. It isn’t until you come down from an orgasm that you realize that Vilkas is done, merely waiting for you to join them in reality. Every bit of you is sore and the dried bead-like snowberries in your hair clack together as Vilkas helps you out of his lap.

Farkas is right there with a damp cloth, sliding it between your legs to wipe away the stickiness. His movements are slow, and once he’s done, Vilkas is pulling you into his arms, snuggling down into the furs. Farkas slides in on your other side, their bodies intertwining with yours, creating a nest of limbs.

Their bodies are warm like a fire in a hearth. There is an arm around your waist, on your hip, cupping a breast. They settle into rest, but do not sleep. You are the one who drifts, and it is they that coax you back when their need for you grows too great.

If morning comes, you are not aware. And if night follows, you are unaware of that. You are aware of their tongues and teeth. You are aware of how they pass you between them, keeping you full and perfectly pliant to their every demand.

“We’re never letting you go, sweet one,” murmurs Vilkas before he sucks a nipple into his mouth.

Farkas’ hand slides to the front of your throat, pulling you back until you’re looking at him. “Never.”

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[nooklingposting]

Yanno when you've tranformed into your beast form in Skyrim but then have to awkwardly wait for it to wear off to unlock a door, or open a chest or something? Now imagine the other members of the circle doing that.

Vilkas just running in circles to release that pent-up energy. Aela is chasing her tail. Farkas runs by at cat-level zoomies speed.

#skyrim #the companions #aela the huntress #aela #farkas and vilkas #Vilkas skyrim #Vilkas #Farkas #Farkas skyrim #jorrvaskr #Whiterun #Werewolf

[johannavidarsdottir]

relax after good fight

#skyrim #vilkas #tes: skyrim #tes #vilkas skyrim #procreate #gigital art #artists on tumblr #my art #why are you not real #the elder scrolls

[dovahkinniez]

Vilkas and Farkas nsfw headcannons, please🥰❤

18+ only! sexual content awaits your very eyes, my kind soul. ps, i will try and stay gender neutral as much as possible but there is a tiny mention of a female bodied reader, so either don’t read if that’d make you feel uncomfortable! or skim/ignore that part. :]

since this is a dual one it won’t be as long as the others, but, let’s talk about our favourite wolf twins ;) (maybe i’ll do a follow up post for them both separately)

Remember to not be a silent reader, like and share your thoughts! I love hearing everyone's feedback. <3

SKYRIM X (GN) READER.

— nsfw headcanons

[ FARKAS + VILKAS ]

#FARKAS

he is so manly. obviously! but he is so manly.

let me just get this right out there, he’s big. he is thick. he is delicious - calm it down, love.

big strong arms that cage you and huge hands that have a grip of steel. once you’re in his grasp good luck trying to escape. no way out now.

he’s a biter. bites your thighs and neck and chest and stomach, your nipples and the tips of your fingers and gods man! you aren’t food! (you’re most definitely his meal)

long and deep kisses where you pull back breathless but yet you want more. lots and lots of kisses as he pounds into you. deep and heavy.

fucks you from behind his hand around your throat, leaning your neck back to watch the moans slip from your mouth and if he’s feeling it enough - he probably is - he’ll slip fingers into your mouth and you’ll suck.

he’ll watch and remember moments before when his cock was between your lips and his hips will snap against you harder than before at the visualisation of it.

he’s no sex god and he doesn’t claim to be one but when he’s on top of you and grunting out with your name whispered breathlessly, his body is hot and doing all the right things and you might just believe he is a sex god.

i view him as less experienced that his twin. but he is a fast learner, guide him and tell him what you like. he learns what he likes fast and always remembers to ask if you’re comfortable.

definitely the type to ask if he’s hurting you. he’s a passionate lover but he is also too strong for his own good. any sign of pain and he’s off you checking to see where he hurt you.

maybe once he mistook your pleasure for pain which kind of annoyed you but he got right back to it, you’ll be moaning again in no time.

he enjoys physical contact, if your skin doesn’t melt together as he fucks you he isn’t fully satisfied. he wants to feel every part of your body, greedy hands will roam and grab and he just loves how your body feels against his.

you want to ride him? cool. he loves it. watching you drives him crazy but he’s a man of action. so it isn’t long until he leans up closer to you.

he’d he leaning back, an arm behind his head as he watches (fucking hell, imagine that..), his other hand toys with your body as you do your thing. but seeing you have your way causes him to move around wanting to grab you.

so he’ll lean up and grab your ass with both hands, biting and licking at your chest and neck as he drags you up and down on his cock.

depending what you like he’d either be rough with harsh slaps of your skin as he leaves finger marks in the fat of your ass and thighs.

or he’d be slow and you’d feel every part of him inside you until it drives you crazy. each time you move back up your legs shake and his hands knead at your body.

he’s naturally sexy and he doesn’t even realise it. he doesn’t even have to do anything and you’re weak in the knees - i mean have you seen him? i don’t blame you.

#VILKAS

ah, our man here is strict. he likes what he likes with more experience than his twin. he importantly also knows what others like too.

but he is strict. he sees sex as something to lose yourself in when the time is right and for complete intimacy at its finest … with you anyway. nobody else. once it’s you, it’s only you.

gentle touches and definitely teases you. foreplay is everything and actual sex comes secondary.

you can’t exercise if you haven’t warmed up, that’s what i’m trying to get at.

wants to work you up so you’re pretty much ready to orgasm before he’s even put his dick inside and most times you will have already orgasmed.

gives your body complete attention to the point his cock pulsates with a hunger to even have your fingertips brushed against on. but he wants you prepared and your body undone.

definition of a body worshipper and the moment you switch the roles he watches you with dark eyes.

your lips on his body, fingers weaving between the scars that litter his skin and once your tongue makes contact with his stiff cock he is clenching his jaw and his hips lock up because after neglecting it so long - man he needs this.

gets lost in the feeling and pushes his hips up and down, hands on your head as he pushes your head further down, “you can take it.” his voice shaky and thick with lust.

by the end you’re eyes will be water-stained and hungry for more and that drives him crazy.

that’s when he pins you underneath him, leg perched on his shoulder as he slams his hips against your skin as his dick rocks back in and out of you.

presses a large hand onto your stomach, the added pressure makes you squirm as he feels everything. leaning his cheek against your leg with his eyes rolling back as your body sucks him in, literally milking him.

doesn’t make too much noise other than breathless sounds and heavy breathing. muttering things out and he likes to call your name as holds eye contact with you. especially as you both cum.

pull onto his hair and give him love marks along his neck as he fucks you and watch him fuck you harder than before.

he has sensitive skin and even a simple kiss on the neck makes him stiff. which can be annoying for him at times.

sit on his lap and grind yourself against him, naked or not he feels everything and grips onto the sides of whatever he’s sat on warning you not to fuck around with him between gritted teeth.

soon enough you’re rubbing his rock hard dick against you with a rhythm as his pre-cum soaks his lower stomach.

he watches, you rubbing yourself against him wetting his dick as you feel every curve in his veins against you until you’re ready to take it and slowly sink yourself down.

teasingly slow until he’s grabbing your hips and sucking his stomach in because he’s holding back from snapping. but he doesn’t, he lets you as he watches you, your body and face and your reaction as you take him. “you’re doing so well, take all of me, darling.” moans tbh

#☆ — mama dovie writes… #elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #skyrim x reader #farkas #farkas x reader #skyrim farkas x reader #skyrim farkas #skyrim vilkas x reader #vilkas x dragonborn #vilkas x reader #vilkas skyrim #skyrim vilkas #vilkas

[wellthebardsdead]

Kaidan: why do you even want Henwen Ay? Is it just because I fancy him as well is it?

Farkas: no. I genuinely have feelings for him. Hard not to fall ass over tea kettle when your first meeting is them literally saving your life.

Kaidan: I?… Whot?

Farkas: was about to get my skull crushed by a giant when suddenly his spear punctured right through the bastards skull. Watched the wild elf ride them down to the ground like he was taming a horse. Pulled his spear out and helped me to my feet before running off up to the city gates.

Kaidan: …the first day we met he rescued me from almost certain death by the thalmor…

Farkas: heh. Seems we’re both still in a deadlock then. I’m not giving him up easily, pup~

Kaidan: Neither am I. Mutt.

Vilkas: *walks by* Hes polyamorous-

Kaidan & Farkas: *in unison* IM NOT SHARING HIM WITH THIS BASTARD!

Vilkas: Gods I was just saying it’s an option. Especially since the alternative is you two beating each other to death over him like a couple cave trolls!

*Meanwhile in the background*

Taliesin: *sneaking past with Henwen over his shoulder like*

#Mr steal your man #skyrim taliesin #Kaidan skyrim #farkas skyrim #Vilkas skyrim #skyrim

[necrophatic]

#skyrim #doodles #inigo skyrim #farkas skyrim #vilkas skyrim #oc runa #runa deadcrow #vilkas x dragonborn

[stealyoursweetrolls]

various Vilkas shenanigans

#he got kidnapped AGAIN #but this time he was even more glitched out #it kind of scared me actually #tesblr #skyrim glitch #skyrim #vilkas #serana volkihar #serana #eochaid #vilkas skyrim #skyrim vilkas #serana skyrim #skyrim serana

[aalphafemalee]

VILKAS FROM SKYRIM MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED!!! The Only marriage candidate in my humblest opinion but I’m ngl choosing between marrying him or Farkas was ten times more difficult than choosing between the empire and the stormcloaks

tbh the whole companions guild is so… 🫶.. I think Kodlak was sneaking yass pills into their stew and bread bc how else did vilkas and farkas get so silly idk thats just my theory

………AND YES IM POSTING SKYRIM FANART IN 2023, WHAT OF IT MILK DRINKER⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

#skyrim fanart #vilkas Skyrim #vilkas #companions guild Skyrim #Skyrim art #artists on tumblr #digital art #my art #original art #aela the huntress #Aela Skyrim #vilkas Skyrim fanart #Aela Skyrim fanart

[juleteon]

Revealing moonlight.

#vampire #werewolf #tes oc #Vilkas #skyrim oc #dragonborn #the companions #vilkas skyrim #altmer oc #OC: Ayner #sketch #my art #[ Turns out your crush is a werewolf\vampire.... ] #[ Unfortenately I don't get to find the time in between work these weeks to properly put together Ayners' story.. so instead you get these] #[ strange vague snipplets of scenes ]

[trickster-tabby]

characters in my skyrim au that have pronouns

most of these are ftm because Projection but I wanted to officially write down who's trans here

Gizmo the Small: Nonbinary, they/them

Zynile Silent-Moons: MtF, he/she

Egg the Strange: genderfuck, they/she (it/its if you are cis)

Tsaravi: Nonbinary, she/her

Valrynil the Traitor: Cis male, vyn/vyr

Lorelei the Lustful: MtF, she/it

Lucien Flavius: FtM, he/him

Caryalind Thallery: FtM, he/they

Taliesin: Genderfluid, he/they

Ulfric Stormcloak: FtM, he/him

Ancano: transmasc agender, he/they

Astrid: MtF, she/her

Arnbjorn: FtM, he/him

Cicero: transmasc, he/they/she

Aela the Huntress: MtF, she/her

Farkas: FtM, he/it

Vilkas: FtM, he/they

Sheogorath: idk man he's got Vibes. any/all

#stel's skyrim au #gizmo the small #zynile silent moons #egg the strange #Tsaravi #lucien flavius #caryalind thallery #ulfric stormcloak #ancano #astrid skyrim #arnbjorn #cicero skyrim #aela the huntress #farkas skyrim #vilkas skyrim #sheogorath #skyrim #tesblr #skyrim taliesin #valrynil the traitor #Lorelei the Lustful

[ronkeyroo]

I CAST: WOLFBOIFICATION BEAM!!!!!!!! 🪄✨🐺 Become even HAIRIER!!!

#HERE THEY ARE #FLUFFED UP WOLF BOIS #Vilkas #Farkas #skyrim #TES #werewolf #werewolves #The companions #jorrvaskr #vilkas skyrim #farkas skyrim #MY FURRY ASS FOOLS #fanart #my art #skyrim Art shenanigans #doodles #ronkeyroo #artists on tumblr #furry #look at them #i love my werewolf bois sm #also vilkas is just #hugh jackman fr

[bananasfosterparent]

⚔️🥀⚔️🥀⚔️

Tell me we're safe in this fire

And I'll try to let down my guard

I wanna let this love cut me

To the heart, ooh

So climb the walls of the scar

And move my animal skin

Your love is sweet and it's bitter

Medicine

⚔️🥀⚔️🥀⚔️

What I love most about developing the relationship between Araduna and Vilkas is that--well for one it’s a Grumpy x Grumpy which is a trope that has my whole heart--they connect in such a heartfelt way. Well, I like to think they do lol I like to think I’m showcasing it that way :P 

To put it short, Araduna experiences something traumatic involving her brother and Vilkas is the one there to comfort her, in a way that no one else could (details later 👀👌🏼). 

Meanwhile, Vilkas deals a lot with the burden of Beast blood and the increasing nightmares and anxiety/depression that brings. I imagine he is always feeling drained and heavy. Araduna is able to understand this and is able to give him a place to hide, just as he does for her. 

And this song is like the perfect one for them 😭😭

#skyrim #skyrim oc #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls v #vilkas #vilkas skyrim #skyrim vilkas #oc x canon #canon x oc #tes #tesblr #tes vilkas #dunmer #dunmer oc #dark elf #dovahkiin #dragonoborn #dragonborn oc #ocxcanon #canonxoc #tes v #tes 5 #digital art #my art #romance art #couple art #fantasy art #araduna

[nooklingposting]

Vilkas? Physical affection? What on Nirn is going on here

I haven’t drawn Alfe in a hot minute - last time you saw her, she looked like this, and I couldn’t draw very well 😅

That picture seems to have gained some attention recently, so I figured I’d draw her with Vilkas this time. They are friends, I swear. Even if she is the bane of his existence

#Skyrim #vilkas #vilkas x oc #vilkas skyrim #the companions #dark elf #Dunmer #elder scrolls #farkas #farkas Skyrim #farkas and vilkas #skyrim ldb #werewolf #aela skyrim #aela the huntress #the last Dragonborn #dragonborn oc #whiterun #alfe

[johannavidarsdottir]

Death or Sovngarde

#art #artists on tumblr #gigital art #my art #tes: skyrim #tes #Vilkas #procreate #Vilkas skyrim #the elder scrolls

[dovahkinniez]

Could I request Vilkas with an s/o whose love language is quality time? Thank you so much!

` 𖤓 . . . VILKAS.

at first, not going to lie, this man wonders why you enjoy being around him so much. he’s still slightly baffled you even had feelings for him, never mind wanting to spend so much time with him.

he doesn’t think you’re clingy, if anything you’re the calm in the storm and he enjoys your presence, but in the back of his mind, he still questions why.

i see him being the type who whose love language is acts of service, he loves doing things for you, helping you and just showing care by remembering small things about you and helping/surprising you with them.

the sun sets across the horizon, on back of the horse, your arms are wrapped securely around the wolf-man’s torso. head against his armoured back, and with a sigh your breath mists against the steel. vilkas spoke absentmindedly, mainly just voicing his thoughts until he came to a halt, “am i boring?” he asks you, a dark brow raises as he tilts his head back slightly to almost see you. he only sees the top of your head.

“no. i’m relaxed. continue speaking. please.” you spoke, voice calm and almost sleepy as you smile, watching the khajiit caravan roll up past then, vilkas nods in acknowledgment to them while you smile. he continues speaking as he continues on forward.

He slowly grows to feel empty when you weren't around him. During jobs where you aren't with him, he finds himself rushing to finish it so he can get back to you, and it's who you is away he counts every second till you're back into his arms.

His brother picks up on this, wanting to laugh when he notices Vilkas' expression as he stares at the doors, waiting for you to waltz through.

Vilkas is secretly a clingy puppy who wants nothing more than to wrap up in bed with you, nice and warm.

He missed you - so so so much. Evidently so as his legs tangle themselves with yours, strong arms wrap tightly around your torso as he nuzzles himself into your neck, you hold back a giggle as his nose and hair tickles against your skin, stroking your fingertips across his back as he hums out in appreciation. "I missed you, my love." His deep voice rumbles through your body as you hum back, "I missed you too, V." You whisper back.

You already knew that a week away would now result in a month of him attached to your side, not that you minded. You loved the time you spent together and now he's open enough emotionally to show he loves it just as much, you feel elated at his clingy nature. It made the long journeys back home worth the ache in your bones.

"I'm coming with you next time, can't keep missing you this much." He mumbles and you can already tell he's blushing at the heartfelt sentence. "Good. I was thinking the same thing." You say back, enjoying the quiet moment in bed together.

All in all, he grows to love quality time as much as you do, it gives him a slight confidence boost to speak more, open up and to deal with not being a lone wolf so much.

Whether it's alone, on a job, dinners with the companions or even training, you both spend it together and enjoy it together.

How cute!

Vilkas is knowledgeable and simply knows a lot about everything so being with him a lot doesn't mean you'll ever get bored.

He will always draw you in one way or another, with a story or even his touch that you melt into.

Even if touch isn't one of you strongest love languages, you fall for his touch must as much as he falls for your quality time.

#☆ — mama dovie writes… #skyrim x reader #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #elder scrolls skyrim #skyrim #elder scrolls #vilkas x dragonborn #vilkas x reader #vilkas skyrim #skyrim vilkas #vilkas