Dating Farkas who's the sweetest man you've ever known but he thinks he's sooo good at hiding his wolf nature; however, you're his first real partner so he has no idea how lovers actually act.
Sometimes when you two cuddle he starts nibbling on your skin. It's cute at first but gets very suspicious when he doesn't initiate anything more, and just mindlessly bites and drools on you until he notices you looking at him curiously. From time to time, you pass by him and give his hair a gentle caress so he just... crouches down and almost sits on the ground to receive more pets.
Though this is all very innocent and fun, until one day the two of you are being silly and flirty together so you tease him, tugging at his collar and pulling him into the bedroom but he gets so excited he literally bodyslams you onto the bed, and you're not sure if the cracking noise was the wood or your ribs.
Urm… Hello… Are we still alive? (Pls pls pls say yes)
I’ve got two NSFW posts waiting to be completed in my drafts… shivers. Perhaps they will be my comeback posts; despite the fact that writing NSFW things are sometimes so awkward after a while of not writing anything.
Farkas (Skyrim) x Reader | Farkas writes a letter to Vilkas, regarding Reader
Dear Brother,
I'm sorry that I have to write you a letter, but I've been told you wouldn't be back from your mission before I leave for mine, and I believe this cannot wait. I know you do not like my writing and struggle to read it, so I will try to make this short.
This is about our latest recruit. I am pretty sure you rolled your eyes reading this, but this has nothing to do with their charm what you're thinking of. As you know, I have been sent along on their first quest, so I could prove their honour. I have told everyone else that it all went well, because I am not quite sure what I should actually think about their behaviour. And since you are the smartest of us two, I now seek your opinion.
The recruit is an amazing fighter. While I am not an expert regarding lighter weapons or bows, they perfectly switch between sneaking, shooting, and fighting. However, as we had left Jorrvaskr, while I believed we were on our way to the Cairn, the recruit went across the whole country, completing an absurd amount of tasks with my help. I do believe I would have accepted to help if they had asked, but I do not understand why they wouldn't tell me beforehand. Maybe Sjkor had told them I could help ?
But this, however, was only a slight inconvenience (though a long one). During their quest, I was about to compliment their fighting ability, but as I turned to them I was flabbergasted to see them cracking coffins open and stealing the few coins they found inside. I do agree that those may not be useful for dead people, but this seemed rather disrespectful...
Moreover, for some reason, the recruit wouldn't walk on normal paths. They kept jumping on tables and shelves, would open any closet they could find, even read through most of the old books there. While this wasn't a problem, I felt strangely spooked.
And lastly, you see, we have run into a few bandits on our way back. You know that, of course, it wasn't much trouble for us, and neither was it for them. But after we were done fighting, the recruit observed the bodies in silence. I curiously looked too, and the second one's armor emitted a light glow, the recruit —and believe me, I am not making this up— the recruit began stripping them naked ! I looked in horror, wondering if we had mistakingly hired a thief, and when they met my gaze, they asked for my help !
I now understand why you had told me before that I should learn to say no, as I have indeed helped to strip the corpses.
I could go on about their behaviour for more pages, but these are the parts on which I need your opinion. I believe none of these things are against our rules, but should I warn Kodlak about it ? Please, do not make fun of me, brother. I am truly lost.
Respectfully,
Your brother.
PS: They ate a surprising amount of cheese during the whole adventure. Could this have to do with anything ?
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Just a quick thing i thought of while playing haha
summary: Mercer discovers that the new recruit isn't just willing to overlook how much older he is, they're into it.
feat: Mercer/f!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content - minors should not read or interact with this post in any way. age difference. multiple uses of 'daddy'.
original request
"You happy now?" Mercer grunts into your ear but you're too far gone to answer. A nod is all you can manage. Needy sounds slip past your lips, no use in hiding them. You paw at Mercer's unbuckled armor and wrench him closer.
"Can feel how fucking deep I am in you." He grins against your lips, hand falling to your stomach. Just under his palm he feels the steady beat of his cock bullying into you, fascinated by how thoroughly you've come undone in his arms.
The pride of the Thieves Guild. Brynjolf's brightest recruit. Everyone's favorite member. Young, untarnished, full of hope - and begging the grumpy old Guild Master to cum inside you.
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Beggin' your boss to fuck you when I'm old enough to be your dad."
Oh fuck. Mercer's vision nearly blacks by how tight you grip him. Your muscles tighten around his cock because it's so fucking hot you can't think. Shame is a foreign concept. You need more, to say it again and again.
"Filthy fucking girl."
Mercer insults you as if he isn't on the verge of cumming. He watches you writhe under him, sweaty and needy and so clearly turned on by his words. His hips roll into yours again, the hand on your stomach pressing just enough to make you feel it.
"That what you want?" He groans against your ear, egged on by your fingers twisting into his greying hair. "You want daddy to fuck you?"
"Please."
For once in his life Mercer is eager to please. His thighs ache but he'll be damned if he stops now. You're panting his name, practically sobbing out pleads for more and he's stunned. Mercer doesn't have time to think about what he's doing, defiling the newest member of his Guild with his sinful touch.
"You know I can feel that, right?" He mutters, hitching your leg over his hip. "How fucking tight you get when I say that."
"Mercer -"
"Ah." Fuck, correcting you feels too good. He grips your cheeks, forcing your wide eyes to meet his. "What am I?"
"You're the Guild Master." You whimper, back arching off the bed. Sweaty sheets stick to your skin and Mercer can't believe how sensitive you are. His title sounds delicious on your lips.
The Guild's perfect little recruit stares up at Mercer and his heart slams in his chest. Your eyes are teary and you're tugging him closer, so clearly desperate for a kiss. Always so composed and professional but you're practically crying for him to make you cum again.
"Who gets to see you like this?"
"You." Your quick answer only feeds the possessiveness blooming in him. Mercer's hips grind into yours, cock throbbing under his hand and he knows how close you are. He wants to drag this out a bit longer. Find whatever shameful secrets you're keeping.
"So sick," his head falls to your chest, "how bad you want this."
"Yes," you're tugging at his hair again, hips bucking into his. Mercer can hardly keep up with your stamina. Was he this horny in his twenties? He can't recall. It's been too many years.
"You want me to make you cum?" Mercer lets you drag him closer, a messy kiss on his lips. You're mumbling and nodding along to whatever he says, your hot skin sticking to his.
"Yes please, please daddy." You sob into his mouth and Mercer's restraint snaps. His palm grinds into your stomach and you're whining at the pressure of Mercer fucking you like this. Every thrust carries you closer to climaxing, too drunk on his cock to worry about anyone hearing. Mercer collapses atop you when he finally finishes, relieved to feel you quivering in his hold.
Your fingers relent on his hair as your orgasms subside. Mercer allows you time to breathe, aware of how his skin sticks to yours. He considers chastising you again but there's an air of vulnerability. For once he bites his tongue.
Usually Mercer would kick partners out of his bed by now. But you're limp in his arms, eyes cloudy with lust when you gaze up at him. Your finger traces over his stubbled jaw and a shiver runs down his aching spine.
"Bath?" He offers gruffly, excited by your nod. Helping you out of his bed he notices the shape of his fingers still imprinted on your hips. Mercer can feel the sting where your nails raked over his back when he aids you into a tub of warm water. He's marred you with his touch, the bright star of his Guild now defiled by its Guild Master.
You don't disappear to your quarters as he expects. Mercer towels at the wet mess of his hair and reclines in his bed, fully aware that he needs to change the sheets but too exhausted to care. He's half asleep, startled back to reality by you clambering into his bed.
Mercer doesn't say a word when you curl into his chest. Your skin's soft and warm from the bath, selfish hands grabbing at him. Somewhere in his sleepy brain he's aware that this might be a problem - he's given you too much power. Mercer's handed you one word that will bring him to his knees regardless of the situation.
The next time he pisses you off or gives you a boring job you'll have the upper hand. He can only pray you won't call him daddy when the others are around. It's dangerous and he should put a stop to this before anything comes of it, but you're snuggling under his arm and rational thought loses the battle.
"This 's okay, right?" You yawn, relaxing against your Guild Master. Mercer doesn't have the words to tell you no - that he shouldn't be so thrilled that you want to hang onto him, that you find comfort in his embrace, that only he gets this.
"Guess so." He mumbles instead, taking pleasure in the way your nose nuzzles against his throat.
summary: post break up but one of you isn't ready to let go smau
feat: Farkas, Brynjolf, Mercer, Arnbjorn
gn reader, no gendered pronouns or y/n used
warnings: angst
The peanut gallery choirs in unison. Girl dad Miraak, we cry. GIRLDAD MIRAAK GIRLDAD MIRAAK GIRLDAD MIRAAK
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Girl dad Miraak who spends your entire pregnancy planning his legacy. Who becomes obsessive over perfecting the life he'll create for his heir - carefully inspecting every forgotten crevice of his temple and training each member of his cult to near perfection. Anything to ensure a prosperous rule for his heir.
The moment he holds her all those dreams crumble. Girl dad Miraak whose child looks up at him with eyes reminiscent of how green his once were untarnished by Mora's power. Her little fingers wrapping around his and Miraak vows to never let her see a second of hardship.
"You will not rule." He murmurs to his daughter, stroking the impossibly soft skin of her cheek. "You will see none of what we have."
Girl dad Miraak who once prayed for a child to rule after him. Who envisioned himself coldly instructing an identical copy of himself. Miraak who imagined a chilly, quiet life for himself free from the constraints of love. A lengthy rule with little emotional attachment to distract him.
The same man who now sits atop his throne without hearing a word any of his advisors say. Who is entirely enraptured with the girl sitting on his knee smashing her stuffed toy against his chest. He could write novels about how beautiful she is and all the traits you gifted her.
Girl dad Miraak who becomes terrified of his daughter growing older. He cannot allow his only child to not know his face but removing his mask seems just as dangerous. Who stares at his reflection and tries to find the man he used to be under the ink and scars.
"What if I scare her?" Miraak voices in the dead of night. He allows your fingers to trace from his temple to his jaw, a familiar motion.
"You were once scared to show me your face." You remind him, calming the mess of his nerves. "You're not nearly as frightening as you think."
Girl dad Miraak resolving to face his child unmasked. Even as she grows older and her cognition grows he refuses to bow to his fears. His daughter's eyes never hold judgment. Her little hand rests easily on his cheek without flinching and a toothless smile when he stares straight back at her.
Girl dad Miraak who moves heaven and earth to give his daughter whatever normalcy he can. Who finds that he yearns for a life with his family. His dreams were once so grand - power, knowledge, control over time. Now his daughter snoozes against his shoulder and Miraak finds he wants nothing more than a comfortable chair.
"Lower your voices." He reprimands the cultists shuffling through the hall of his temple. His ungloved hand so carefully covers his daughter's ear to keep their words from reaching her.
"We should move somewhere quiet." Miraak blurts upon seeing you. He hadn't given it any thought but the constant worrying that his daughter will wake or stumble into something dangerous is wearing on him.
Girl dad Miraak gives everything up for his family. Who would find peace in a small cottage with the ones he loves the most. Who gazes out at the sight of you and your daughter and notes the freedom in your movements, no longer constantly observed by dozens of his followers. The lack of tension in your shoulders and your daughter's excited squeal fulfill a part of his heart he thought died long ago.
Girl dad Miraak who feels undeserving of this life. You'd given him a second chance when you ripped him from Apocrypha, one he had not earned. And once more you've gifted him a life he once thought unattainable.
Miraak who melts at the sight of his daughter grinning at him. No fear or intimidation in the way she looks to him. And for the first time in generations Miraak is relieved to see it.
