#farkas x reader

[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.

#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

[argisthebulwark]

Time Moves Slow - Farkas

sfw, gn reader Summary: After returning from Sovngarde the Dragonborn finds that a handful of hours for them has been years for those in Tamriel and reunites with their loved one. Others Linked: Vilkas, Brynjolf, Teldryn, Miraak, Cicero

Full of adrenaline and excitement you hustled through the Whiterun plains. Your pack pounded against your lower back but every step brought you closer to Farkas. It was a tad surprising to return to no fanfare. A city guard nodded when you approached the gate but said nothing. The flowers you'd planted only a few weeks ago were nearly dead and Breezehome's paint was faded. It was odd to stand in front of your own home and not recognize it. Dark curtains covered most windows and a workbench boasted some unfinished leather project. Your key stuck in the unforgiving lock. Dread settled into your stomach upon entering your home. The furniture was new, herbs hanging from the rafters and weapons littered on every surface. Dishes were piled messily into a sink you'd cleaned only the day before. Peeking into your apothecary room revealed nothing more than more clutter - armor and weapons stacked into chests you'd never seen before. Your alchemy table bore a lifetime's worth of dust and the shelves surrounding it were devastatingly bare. Something was very wrong. Your footsteps echoed around the strange house when you hurried upstairs. Lydia's room was long empty, bedroll collecting dust in the corner of the empty chamber. Blood roared in your ears when you stared at the state of your bed chambers. Unfamiliar blankets were strewn haphazardly across the bed. Pillows were stacked on one side, the other barren. Farkas' slippers stuck out near his bedside table. A sheet was draped over the case bearing your Amulets of Mara and your wardrobe had been shoved far out of place. Terror chilled your blood when you approached the bed you'd slept in the night before. Something had gone very wrong. Your fingers dragged over the strange blankets as you tried to work out what it could be - had your presence in Sovngarde triggered some reaction in your absence? Your books were gone. Your clothes folded and forgotten in an old trunk. Your leather armor hidden under heaps of heavy metal. Every bit of you seemed to be hidden and shoved away. There was no proof of your existence yet you'd only left a day before. Head spinning, you sat down on the bed. Nothing made sense. Your home was no longer your home. Had you somehow returned to the wrong time? You'd hardly given any thought to your return, planning only for Alduin's demise. "What the -" A voice cut through your thoughts and brought a new bout of anxiety. Strained ears heard the door shut and heavy footfalls through the house. Was this even your home? If you'd returned to the wrong time perhaps Farkas had sold the house. You could be trespassing. "Hello?" A deep voice rumbled up the stairs. "I know someone's been in here. There's nothing much worth stealing, might as well come out." Farkas. That's his voice. Scrambling across the bedroom all anxiety was forgotten at the thought of seeing him. He'd make it alright. He'd explain everything. Your boots scraped over the wooden floor when you panted atop of the stairs, eyes narrowing to spot him through the dim light. A scar his brow. His hair was lighter, tied back from his face in a way you'd never seen before. He shrugged an immense sword off his shoulder and left it on the new couch. When he finally looked up his eyes held dark circles, his familiar smile gone. "Farkas." You breathed his name and his face tightened. "What happened?" "Say that again." He gulped, taking one unsure step. "Say what?" "Say my name." "Farkas." You'd say his name a thousand times. A grin broke out over his face and you launched down the stairs. Everything was so uncertain but he's there to catch you, drawing you into an embrace that hadn't changed. Farkas' strong arms crushed you to his body, tears soaking into his tunic when he finally spoke your name. "I thought you were gone." He mumbled between heavy sobs, clutching you as if you were bound to disappear. "I thought I lost you."

#skyrim #farkas #writing #farkas x reader #farkas x dragonborn #farkas x ldb

[mischasbongwater]

farkas x reader

warning: intense sex, vaguely fem-bodied reader but only if you squint

authors note: this is most certainly not my best work, just practice if anything but im still glad i finished it (emphasis on finished) and i wanted to share it and this felt like a good place to do it

(also for context this takes place after his transformation in the crypt that first time)

You slip into Farkas’s room as quickly and quietly as you can, out of worry that one of the other Companions might get suspicious. You carefully close the door, turn around—

—And Farkas is standing at the foot of his bed, in nothing but a loincloth.

“OH!” You yelp, throwing your hands up in front of your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“It’s fine, open your eyes. I don’t care.”

You falter. “Wh- seriously?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

Slowly, you lower your hands and look at him. He’s sat down on his bed now, arms folded. Somehow he still looks just as big and intimidating as when he’s wearing armor. You can so clearly see his muscles rippling beneath his olive skin, but you try not to look anywhere other than his face — or arms.

You catch the inquisitive look on his face and snap yourself back to reality. “So,” you begin. “Werewolf.”

“Yes,” he agrees. “It is a gift given only to those in the Circle. Should you want to share the beastblood, you’ll have to prove your honor.”

“Right.” You cannot stop looking at him.

“Truth be told, if you want a more technical history, you should talk to Kodlak or Vilkas. I don’t usually put much thought into it beyond the gift itself. But- are you okay?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You smell different.” He stands up.

“That- is so weird,” you respond, momentarily distracted by bewilderment. “What do I smell like?”

“Normally? Just you. But now…” He steps closer until he’s barely a foot away from you. It feels like his bare chest is looking you straight in the eyes. “It’s different. Stronger. Sweeter.”

You look up at him, eyes wide, feeling something you’ve never quite felt before. Dread and thrill both building up in your stomach, like white-hot balls of metal expanding through your abdomen. Sharp bursts of adrenaline spiking through your body.

“Are you interested in me, new blood?” His deep, gritty voice had a strange new cadence to it, like warm honey pouring into your ears.

You inhale shakily. “I- don’t know how to answer that question.”

“Can I answer it for you?”

You don’t even know if the word “yes” had left your mouth yet before you were in Farkas’s grasp. One hand is gently gripping the back of your neck, and the other is caressing the top of your head, weaving fingers through your hair. His rough, salty lips are pressed against yours, hard. You reach out and place your hands on his hips, closing the gap between you. He quivers under your touch, then melts into it, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing his tongue into your mouth.

After a few heated moments, he pulls back, much to your disappointment.

“Do you want this?” He asks, his voice sounding much darker now.

You look at him, confused. “Wh-“

“The beast-spirit inside of me. He wants you. Bad.” He fidgets with his hands, showing the first glimpse of true uncertainty and nervousness you’ve ever seen from him. “I don’t know if I can keep being gentle like this. I don’t want to-”

“Farkas.” You take his hands. “I don’t care. I’m yours.”

A lustful spark appears in his eyes. He grabs you by your waist, picks you up with ease, and pins you to his bed, desperately grabbing at your clothes and trying to pull them off.

He seems as stocky and strong as a tree trunk, every part of him laying over you like this. He reaches down and pulls his loincloth off, then lowers himself down, almost completely immobilizing you.

His hands wander up to your face, lazily at first, then grabbing you roughly and once more pushing his lips against yours. His hips begin to thrust slowly against yours, and you feel his hardening cock sliding up and down against your stomach.

“Mmm… you smell so good.” His hands travel across your body, greedily touching every part he can reach. Your own hand begins to drift downward, but he grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.

“You had your chance to lead,” he growls. “It’s my turn now.” He pins up your other hand and buries his face in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting, forcing high, breathy moans out of your mouth. His movement slowly grows more desperate, and you feel the same.

“Farkas…” you say pleadingly. He lets out a deep purr and snaps his hips against you in approval. He raises his head above yours. You stare into his eyes, and he stares back, perfectly mirroring the burning passion you feel. His soft raven hair hangs down perfectly around his broad, rugged face. He leans down and whispers into your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin and sending tingles down your back. “I’m going to make you mine.”

Without any more warning than that, he grabs your hips so hard you think he might leave handprints, and he pushes his tip inside of you. You let out a shuddering gasp, your hands shooting up and grabbing onto his biceps for dear life.

He begins to push further into you, his thick shaft throbbing and stretching you out. The pain felt so good. A keening moan escapes from your mouth. Farkas closes his eyes, and you can see the muscles feathering along his tightly-clenched jaw as he sinks deeper and deeper into you.

“Farkas,” you breathe out. “Farkas-” you yelp as he forcefully thrusts his full length into you. “Y-you’re so big…” you manage to stammer out. “Fu-uuck. Please, Farkas.”

He opens his eyes and smirks. He smirks at you.

“Please what, darling?”

“Fuck me,” you heave desperately, your nails digging into his skin. “Fuck me, Farkas, please, I-”

You’re cut off by his strong, meaty hand pressing over your mouth, covering half your face. He gives a firm but gentle squeeze. “Sshhh, shh-shh.” He purrs. “Can’t have you waking up the others.” He starts slowly thrusting again. “Or is that what you want? Does the new blood want all of Jorrvaskr to hear them whining like a dog?”

You can do nothing but squeeze your eyes shut, your whole body pulsating with the feeling of him inside of you. That white-hot feeling is back, even more intensely now, like a sun planted in your stomach.

“That’s right,” he groans, starting to speed up. “Good.” He squeezes your face tighter, his eyes closing again and his head tilting back in pleasure. His movements grow almost animalistic, shoving himself further and further inside of you over and over. Your body tenses up, vibrating with heat and ecstasy, his cock filling you up so deep you think you might pass out. Your moans are uncontrollable and muffled by his hand, while your own are nearly drawing blood from their death grip on his arms. He keeps pounding into you, grunting and moaning huskily, holding you solidly in place. Your hips snap back up in rhythm with his, your body twitching from the pleasure and strain. If not for him muzzling you, you would be crying out, screaming his name, moaning and keening in primal euphoria.

The ball in your stomach expands like molten metal, spreading through your body until it feels as if Farkas has filled every last inch of you. It builds and builds and builds-

Until he stops, hilt-deep inside of you. You squirm and cry out, frantic with lust and just on the edge of overstimulation from his huge cock. He hums smugly at your struggle, his face inches away from yours. “Look at you. Such a desperate little thing. You like being used like this?”

You nod, aggressively and pathetically. Farkas chuckles, and the deep, raspy sound of his subtle laughter is almost enough to send you over the edge right there. He shifts, taking his other hand and grasping both sides of your face, pushing his thumbs into your mouth.

“Stay quiet,” he growls, before continuing his merciless thrusts at the same pace he left off at. Without even meaning to, you clamp down on his thumbs between your teeth, letting out a flood of sharp, cut-off moans as he fucks you with reckless abandon. You almost can’t stand the speed and girth hammering into you, sending you into a state of complete, mindless hunger.

Through your feral haze, you see his bottom lip caught under his teeth, his eyes tightly closed, and his eyebrows knitted together. Then his mouth hangs open, and a small whimper escapes into the air.

The molten ball inside of you explodes, coating his length and squirting onto his thighs and stomach. You lay completely silent, convulsing and arching beneath him, consumed with bliss. You scratch helplessly at his shoulders, wordlessly begging, and Farkas complies, thrusting more sensually yet somehow rougher into you now. He covers your mouth again, and you allow the torrent of wild moans to erupt from within you as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, every vein and ridge on his cock hitting you in all the right places.

Just when you think you might finally go unconscious, he pulls out and a thick ribbon of cum streams out onto your stomach. He looks to be reared back like a horse, holding tight onto your hips to keep from falling, head swung back as he shudders through his own orgasm.

Panting, he collapses onto you, practically forcing the air out of your lungs with his weight. You wrestle your arms out from under him and wrap them around his torso — or at least, as far around as they can reach.

“Fuck,” Farkas whispers hoarsely, enveloping you in his arms now and turning you both to your sides. You make a noise of agreement muffled by his chest.

“Are- are you gonna stay here?” He asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice. You make another noise, this one of more serene agreement. He exhales deeply and goes limp, pulling you closer to him. You were both far too hot and sweaty for his blankets, but not for your own skin against the other’s. Filled with contentment and… other stuff… you relish in his scent and the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You catch a glimpse of the moon from outside his window.

Who cares if he’s a werewolf, you think to yourself. Nothing could make me rethink this.

#i want to apologize #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim x reader #farkas #farkas x reader

[hircinesanters]

I am such a cliche bc I was like “omg what if the TLD got really badly injured in a fight and Farkas got so upset he turned into a werewolf and killed all the enemies and ate them🥺🥺”

“And then he gingerly lifted up TLD’s body and carried them out of the dungeon/bandit camp/cave and was whimpering sadly as they struggled to drink a health potion🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺”

#skyrim #tesblr #the elder scrolls #tes v skyrim #farkas #tes v #farkas x dragonborn #farkas x reader #skyrim werewolf

[miraakulous-c6]

My headcanon about what would happen if Farkas is in love with the Dragonborn

He would be really confused at first because he does not understand his own feelings

He would like to be at the Dragonborn's side even more than before, which he does not think anything specific of

But he does not understand why he feels weird in a good way whenever the Dragonborn looks at him, talks to him or just near to him

It is pretty obvious to everyone but him and the Dragonborn

Noone helps him out as long as it does not get out of hand

After watching Farkas becoming a nervous wreck and not being able to say a single word without stuttering Aela helps him out

Or at least she tries because with Farkas it is not that easy

He just gets even more confused and wants to do nothing but hide from the Dragonborn because while he still does not entirely understands, he knows it is more than friendship but cannot name it

It goes on and on until the Dragonborn takes matters in their hand and make a move on Farkas

Which still would render him to a stuttering, nervous and blushing mess but at least that's a start

And once he gets used to it then he will be more than happy to have the Dragonborn at his side

I hope it does justice to Farkas. I never did this kind of headcanon before

#skyrim headcanon #skyrim #farkas #farkas skyrim #Farkas headcanon #farkas x reader

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Skyrim - Tail Wagging

Requested: Yes [Would you consider doing a Farkas and Vilkas(separate) as werewolves that are just huge puppies for you when turned? Wagging tails and snuggles and maybe.. even using that tongue for something?]

Warnings: Werewolf oral sex, slight breeding kink in Farkas’ but reader is kept GN

Farkas

Farkas is definitely the more puppy-like of the two, but only when it comes to you. He’s always on you when he’s shifted, warm as he curls up around you, keeping you close. His tail wagging so fast that you can barely see it, just a blur. And his ears!!! They’re so sensitive, even the slightest touch or rub making him whimper, cock hardening against you, smearing precum all over your naked body. Which is just fine by him, makes you smell of him and keeps the others away.

And oh that tongue. He’s a messy eater, licking everything with that big tongue of his, just so eager to be tasting you, his drool soaking you more than your own slick, drenching your thighs and belly even. He wants to make you feel good but he just gets so lost, like he’s starved or something. He’ll never get enough of it, of your taste. But he’s such a pitiful boy too, he wants you so bad, especially when you’re in such a perfect position, on all fours for him. His cock is so hard, knot already half hard, precum dripping the aching skin, ending at the furry sheath. He’s desperate to breed you full, make your belly bulge from how much cum he’ll give you.

Vilkas

Vilkas is distinctly less puppy-like than Farkas but that doesn’t mean that there’s absolutely none of that same behavior in him. His tail is the dead give away to his other normal behavior, wagging almost as fast as Farkas’ when you rub and kiss his belly, one of your hands on his inner thigh. He thinks it’s a little funny how you try to pretend you don’t notice the head of his cock poking out of its sheath, especially when he bucks his hips excitedly at a particularly low pet, growling deep in his throat at your pretty whimper.

And hmmm, that tongue of his. He’s the exact opposite of Farkas in this regard as well. Slow and methodical, perfectly precise as he licks you up. Like he’s savoring you, like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to do this. He’s more interested in drawing out ever noise he can from your mouth, music to his ears, really getting him going in a way nothing else can as he humps the bed so hard that you can feel it shaking.

#skyrim #Vilkas #vilkas x reader #Farkas #Farkas x reader

[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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Farkas x f!reader •°• Under the influence <SMUT>

Title: under the influence

Rating: explicit, smut

Category: f/m

Fandom: skyrim

Relationship: farkas x f!reader

Characters: farkas, you

Tags/ triggers: intoxication, drinking, smut, p on v, low key werewolf vibes , more implied than stated, oral (female receiving), awkward dialogue, pwp,

Wordcount: 3900

a/n: Farkas is best boii

A soft glow blanketed the furniture wherever the fire could reach, laughter reverberating against the wooden walls as you held the tankard between your fingers. There was a certain blurriness at the edge of your vision, a certain childlike humour bubbling under the surface. You would wager, at this point, there might be a certain uncoordinated sway to your hips if you were to retreat to your room while Farkas showed no signs of stopping or faltering as he stood on the other side of the bar in his room, arms practically flailing as he tried to explain the size of his most recent kill, almost comical in his movements.

You felt the warmth of the situation, be it due to the drink or the company was up for debate. His usual set of armour stood lonely in the corner in favour of something a little more breathable in the social setting, just as you had done under the protection of the walls of Jorrvaskr.

His laughter died down a bit as he came to sit on the stool next to yours and you turned his way. Ever solid and muscular even without a shred of armour it was still apparent, more so even. The exact thought making your cheeks fire up slightly and eyes divert for a moment as you reprimanded yourself. He was your friend, your shield brother. It was inappropriate when he didn't feel something similar.

"It wasn't really that big, was it?" you teased, playfulness seeping through as you tried washing back the previous thoughts. There was no doubt that the man was telling the truth but not wanting the silence to linger around you without a similar tale of your own and staring at the wall of your own attraction was not something you'd want to get submerged in at the moment.

"I would never lie to you, (Y/n)." He stated, taking another swig of his drink. "You should join me sometime.." His finger tapped against the tankard as he continued. "We could… Maybe then you'll see for yourself."

"Yeah.. " you responded, worrying your bottom lip at the thought, not quite bothered by the danger it may pose but the inescapable truth that comes from it. Alone with him, several days and nights, watching him in action, drowning in his company. A slight heat rose at the apples of your cheeks. "Maybe I will."

You swallowed. "I should get to bed." You stated abruptly and stood, causing him to follow the action. You wobbled slightly as the blood suddenly rushed through the unused appendages, blood rushing to your brain when his hand on your shoulder steadied you which in truth hadn't been necessary and perhaps had the opposite effect when you looked up at the man. Stormy grey looking down at you, your own fantasies and feelings towards the man clouding your already questionable judgement, a mistake in the midst of the chaos within your chest, your eyes lingering on his lips a few moments too long.

And then it happened, like a prayer being answered or a dam breaking, lips pressed together and your body immediately melting into his. Perhaps a dream, an hallucination, didn't really matter in the moment. Seconds passed in an otherworldly state as your mind crawled back to you and before you could even fully react to the fact that the man you had been pining for had you in his arms, he broke the kiss.

"I'm so sorry. " he stated quickly, body retracting from yours and hands lifting in a show of surrender. I shouldn't have… You're… " He shook his head from side to side in an effort to clear the emotions swirling and find the words to make it right. "I don't know what came over me, you were.."

Your brows furrowed as he fell over the words. He was apologizing, the man was honest to god apologizing when the one prayer you believed would never get answered had taken its first steps.

"Farkas. "You stated softly, placing a hand on his arm to drag him back to reality. "It's okay." You felt your cheeks heat up, contemplating your next words. "I uh.. I don't mind it." You bit into your lower lip as you watched his expression change into a range of states in the span of 3 seconds.

"You don't… mind?" he lifted an eyebrow in question, the words feeling foreign as they fell from his lips but you could only respond with the nod of your head. You forced a small smile to your lips in spite of the anxiety boiling just beneath your skin.

"Ok.. Alright." he said, body relaxing a bit.

"Unless.. You regret it, then.." You swallowed thickly, feeling your cheeks flush impossibly warm. You looked down, brows furrowing as you collected yourself. "Then we can just forget it happened."

You heard a chuckle, odd sound in the moment as your eyes draw back to him. He shook his head slightly. "Regret it? Not in a million moons."

You felt your cheeks still burning, for an entirely different reason as a smile erupted on your lips. He stepped closer to you. His hand came to cup your cheek, eyes looking at your expression for any signs of discomfort before pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. Your hands pressed against his chest, lips parting when you pressed towards him again, an action full of desire and need that felt all too apparent but still rewarded when your arms slipped around his neck and the air that surrounded you both changed in a split second. Lips parting to move against each, turning your body ever so slightly so he could push you against his bar as your fingers ran through his hair.

He pulled away slightly to look down at you, slightly out of breath and sporting tinted cheeks. You bit into your lower lip under the scrutiny.

"Still want to retreat to bed?"

You frowned at the words before your mind drifted to earlier, chuckling you shook your head.

His eyes flicked to his own bed for a moments before a smirk threatened at the corner of his lips.

"I do have a bed for you." He offered, a certain glint in his eyes as his hands rested on your hips. "But if I had my way, I doubt you'd get much sleep. "

A heat spread throughout your body at the implication of the words, momentarily at a loss for words until that same glint spread to your eyes. You pushed closer to him, confidence strengthened by the flow of events. Looking up at him through your lashes as you spoke.

"And what would I be doing then, Farkas?" You tried your best to keep your voice even, keep the heat from reaching your cheeks, most of all, keep an innocent expression plastered on your face.

He swallowed as his mind ran away with him for a bit, images rapid firing within his mind that could be labelled in some instances as improper but definitely as explicit.

"I.. Uhm.." He struggled with the words for a bit between his dry throat, your hands on his chest and trying to remain chivalrous while those eyes were staring up at him..

You giggled at his response, light sound that settled his nerves a bit.

"Well, I do have a few ideas." You stated, pressing your lips to his. Your hands slipped around his neck once more, lips working against his.

Farkas held your hips, fingers lightly digging into the skin as he fought within himself, fought with himself. This was everything he had wanted, craved.. Was it not? You all to himself, he wanted to mark you, make you his. He just struggled to process the flow of events that could end with you pressed to his chest, lips parted and open to his ministrations. You wanted this, just as much as he, he lamented. You were the one to deepen the kiss, you were more than a willing participant. Why would he hesitate.

His hands gripped tightly as he lifted you onto the bar surface, breaking the kiss to look at you as he settled his body between your parted legs. You bit down on your lip as he looked at you, almost predatory look as his hands lingered on your thighs. He dipped his head to your pulse point, fragile skin under his lips when he pressed a chaste kiss to your skin, breathing in your scent and feeling your warmth beneath his lips.

It felt intoxicating. His teeth grazed against the skin between wet open mouthed kisses and soft murmurs. You closed your eyes, teeth now digging into your lip and fingers slipping through his hair. Simultaneously too much and not enough when it came to the movements, the need for him so full in your veins after months of wanting and wishing. Your legs wrapped around his hips and pulling him into you, the act eliciting what sounded like a growl from the man that settled at your lower abdomen, teeth digging into your skin ever so slightly as he took a moment to breath you in and steel himself.

He wanted so to be gentle, wanted to be slow and considerate but there was another part of him that needed you and needed you now, that wanted nothing more than to bend you over this very bar and push into you, hear you cry out his name for everyone to hear , to dig his teeth into you, mark you for everyone to see.

"Farkas…"your voice was soft, beckoning his attention away from the struggle he was having within. Your eyes stilled the tempest. The soft call of his name falling from your lips, soft blush on your cheeks as you looked at him, worrying your lower lip.

He wasn't quite prepared when the next action was you lifting your tunic over your head, new skin exposed to his darkened eyes. He licked his lips, hands at your side, feeling the skin under his fingertips and then you reached to untie the small material that still hid your breasts from him.

His throat felt impossibly dry, swallowing when he cupped you in his hands, rolling the small buds between his fingers, watching how you bit into your lip and pushed your chest into his hands. He could feel his cock straining against the rough material of his pants but let it be momentarily in favour of wrapping his lips over your nipple, teeth grazing ever so often and the other hand kneading and pulling against the neglected breast.

You closed your eyes at the sensation of his wet tongue lapping against your nipple, arching your back slightly while soft sounds slipped past your lips. It only took a few moments before he needed more, more of you, more sounds, more of you wrapped around him, more of the taste of you beneath his tongue.

He let you fall from his lips, a certain mischievous glint in his eye when he came to stand full height and his hand softly ran over your clothed core. The sensation had you sucking in a breath, legs falling open a little more which he took as an invitation. He looked into your eyes when his hand slipped into your pants, finger experimentally running through your folds.

His head dipped down, warm breath washing over your ear as he spoke. "You're wet." he commented, voice rough and playful as his finger dipped into you ever so slightly before rubbing circles over your clit. "This all for me, (Y/n)?"

You couldn't find it in yourself to answer, audible sound slipping from your lips and hips jerking as it searched for more friction.

Suddenly, his hand stopped moving, a frustrated whimper leaving your lips when he retracted his hand fully from your pants. He pressed his lips to yours, a chaste thing that annoyed you to an extent, a slow build as his hands worked to pull the rest of your clothing from your body. You helped as much as you could, lifting your hips but your brain was in a state of short circuiting, torn between giving attention to the kiss and getting free from the pants in hopes of the act that would follow.

He broke the kiss when your pants finally fell to the floor, eyes taking it in. You bare on top of his bar, wet and open to his view. It was truly something to behold.

He licked his lips as his eyes fell between your legs, lowering his body until his face was level with your cunt, warm breath wafting over you while his hands firmly gripped your thighs.

He looked up at you when he licked a stripe through your folds, a small taste of you on his tongue. A taste that would surely linger and follow him into his dreams. You looked down at him, truly obscene image before you that had your mind reeling, muscles constricting and your hand weaving into his hair as you sucked in a breathe. Your pleasure audible as you gave into it.

His grip on your thighs was firm, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he tried to keep you still. You were so close, you could already taste it. Pressure building in your thighs and lower abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter with every movement. Sweet ecstasy at the tip of your tongue only perpetrated by his mouth on you and then suddenly everything stopped.

Something akin to anger bubbled in the back of your throat when he stood, no explanation or apology for the absolute frustration that littered your cells. However, he did take hold of your thighs and pulled you roughly towards him, pulling you into his hold and carrying you in the direction of his bed. Only a few paces but still you felt the need build when you felt the friction on your bare cunt, feeling the slight press of his bulge briefly in the exchange.

Once again he felt frozen for a moment as he regarded you, now sharing his bed. You were a sight, you were ethereal. Intoxicating perfection. None of these things felt right to confess, however. It was funny in a way, he literally had his tongue in you moments ago and he couldn't just tell you that you made him feel like the happiest man alive in this very moment. He never was very good with words that didn't make him feel like he was making a fool of himself, especially when it came to you. Sometimes he'd linger on that fact, just basking in your laugh and smile but this, this was different.

A smirk played on his lips when he crawled back down your body, ample space for his hands to slip beneath your backside and settle between your thighs once more. He used the leverage he had on you to pull you towards him, eyes looking up at you when his tongue ran over your slit and beyond. A few experimental movements before he was sucking on you again, one hand leaving your thigh to push a digit into your accepting cunt. You easily took the digit, even the second, even greedily accepting the third despite the stretch. You moaned for him, haze lingering in front of your eyes as your body responded, trying its best to jerk into him as he curled his fingers.

"I'm close.." you cried at the familiar feeling coiling within you, hands gripping the bedding beneath you to ground you, whether it had the desired effect was up for debate. Your heels dug into his back, body accepting the onslaught of sensation greedily and readily until it could no more.

You fell from his lips when he took the moment to regard you, body starting to show the signs of perspiration, hips bucking against his hand, rapid breathing as your chest rose and fell, eyes clenched shut. On the precipice. Whatever happens from this moment forward, he would not forget this moment, your bliss. The absolute ecstasy of knowing he was the one to supply that very bliss.

"Give it to me." he beckoned, voice low as he pumped his fingers into you. "(Y/n), let me feel it."

You came a few moments later, mind lingering on the words like a lifeline, his encouragement fuelling your desires when your body clenched around his fingers, wetness leaking from you that he took upon himself to lick clean. The act elongating the feeling as his tongue took from you to the point of too much, body squirming in the onslaught.

You breathed heavy when he finally found his way back up your body, fingers gently pushing a few stray hairs from your face as he looked down at your expression. You opened your eyes, feeling heat erupt from your cheeks that soon turned to frustration when you noticed the man somehow was still fully clothed when you had already came, bare as the day you were born.

Your fingers moved to the hem of his tunic, sloppy motions that did little for accuracy and more for making your intentions known. He took over the motion, seeming to take pity on you and pulling the tunic from his body and throwing it carelessly over his shoulder.

Your fingers pressed against his warm chest, running across the expanse of muscle that defined him until your hands wandered lower, a certain glint playing in your eye when you set a new goal, lower and lower. You worried your lip as you cupped his erection, not missing the hiss and clench of jaw at the contact, eyes momentarily closing as he tried to ground himself.

"Farkas.." Your voice sounded sweet like honey against his ear, the way his name fell from your lips as your fingers ran over the length of him. "I need you inside me." Need rolled in ripples at the idea of being stretched over his cock, of him fucking his shape into you, of the lasting indentation of his hands digging into your body and maybe the indentation of teeth to remember the occasion by.

His eyes snapped open when the words fell from your lips like a siren call, quickly ridding himself of the only piece of clothing that kept him from being buried in your cunt the way he wanted to for the past few months since you walked up the stairs of Jorrvaskr.

He groaned when he slid his cock through your folds, soaking in your wetness, your previous ecstasy apparent even in the low light. Your legs opened a bit more as an invitation, soft sigh escaping your lips at the soft contact. He hovered over you, holding up his weight by the hand planted beside your head while the other was busy lining himself up to your cunt.

"Ready?" he asked, voice rough as he leisurely rubbed his cock through your folds, the epitome of patience it would seem if not for the clench of his jaw and the way he gripped the bedding from beside your head in an effort to keep himself from losing control to the feeling.

You nodded a response, fingers pressing to his chest and thighs spreading a little more for him. He didn't wait for a second invitation, pressing his cock into you inch by inch, the soft drag of him earning a gasp while he groaned at the wetness and tightness of you as he stretched to his goal.

The muscle strained when he was pressed to the hilt, fisting the bedding as he waited for your body to adjust to his size, unwilling to push you through the pressure. A small distraction when he pressed a heated kiss to your lips, almost too soft in the way they worked against yours while his cock stretched you.

When you felt the pressure lighten, you broke the kiss, moan lingering in the back of your throat at the promise.

"Please.. Farkas" you almost whimpered, fingers digging into his biceps with a need rushing through you, thighs lifting ever so slightly to press against his hips.

Farkas looked down at you, breathless at your expression and the sway of his name as it left your lips. It was too good to be true and yet, he was definitely buried into you. This wasn't something he could make up so vividly, he definitely couldn't dream the taste of you so sweet and the look and feel of you so bare and open to him.

His hips gave a shallow, experimental jerk that elicited a small sound, warmth blanketing him and he pulled away only to thrust into that warmth again, moan slipping past your lips at the fullness.

He quickly set a pace that tethered on a little too rough, holding onto your hips as he pushed forth in rapid succession, revelling in the way you sounded off against the walls of his room. You didn't seem to mind the pace, that idea punctuated by the way you would cry out to him, begging him not to stop, legs wrapping around him and your fingertips digging into his back.

A fleeting wave of guilt at the sound surely slipping past the walls of his room, quickly silenced by the bliss of his cock pressing into you with each and every thrust. You cried out his name, a mantra between his growls and groans, and the wet sound of him fucking into you. Your hands clawed at his back, hips meeting his in a perfect symphony of moans and groans, a moment you wished could last much longer.

The pleasure crept, bled into your vision and skin, eyes clenched shut. His head slipped down to your neck, teeth threatening the skin below it. He wanted the claim, the evidence on your skin but pulled back, digging his forehead in the space beside your head and clenched his jaw. So close, he could keep that control, he cannot take what was not given, what wasn't even understood.

Your body clenched around him, legs wrapping around his thrusting hips, try as you might, coherent words had forsaken you as you moaned and mumbled in his grip, nails digging into his flesh as you held onto him. The fire within bloomed and his thrusts softened a tad, still hammering but conscious of the shocks that wrecked your body as it shook against his.

The tightness of you was hard to contend with, the way it hugged him and pressed. You felt euphoric and he wasn't one to deny himself the simple pleasure of drowning in it. His fingers pressed into your soft flesh when he released, hot ropes of his seed pressed into you as he grunted your name.

He didn't pull away immediately, silence filtered into the room as you both breathed through the emotion and comedown. Your hand ran through his hair and down his back softly as he held onto you. Moments that felt like eternity that in reality was mere seconds. He lifted from you, pulling out of you and then promptly falling next to you.

Months of staring at his front and backside, of tales amongst tankards and the danger of not returning. All the times you sank away from expressing your feelings and not seeing his. All the turns leading to this moment, the anxiety and relief, the fear and anticipation. It felt like floating and you just hoped he wouldn't yank you back down.

After moments of breathing in, he reached out to you, pulling your body into his. He was warm against your back, a slow simmer in your abdomen when his arm stretched around you. He placed a kiss to your shoulder and breathed you in.

"I've changed my mind. " Farkas spoke softly and smiled against your skin. "I'm not sorry about the kiss."

#satanwritesfanfiction #pwp #smut #farkas #skyrim #farkas x reader

[peachfridges]

masterlist

keep an eye on this as i may add new fandoms and/or characters to it in the future!

dc

bruce wayne

nothing here yet…

dick grayson

nothing here yet…

jason todd

nothing here yet…

fortnite

midas

nothing here yet…

montague

nothing here yet…

modern warfare

alejandro vargas

dating headcanons

coming soon…

john ‘soap’ mactavish

dating headcanons

five times they almost got caught (and one time they did) - fluff, suggestive content but nothing graphic

john price

late that night - fluff, can be read platonically

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

nothing here yet..

simon ‘ghost’ riley

dating headcanons

upcoming: hushed words

resident evil

chris redfield

nothing here yet..

leon s. kennedy

dating - fluff + a small bit of smut

re2 drabble - fluff + a tiny bit of smut

skyrim

brynjolf

nothing here yet..

farkas

nothing here yet..

miraak

nothing here yet..

ondolemar

nothing here yet..

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[dovahkinniez]

this is an absolutely, shamelessly feral idea- but i hope you’re up for writing submissive, bound farkas in sexual denial 😇

+ no pressure to write it ofc if u don’t like writing for submissive guys!

i saw another fic by someone else with the trope of farkas gone feral from his wolf blood, and asked to be bound down to his bed to try and calm himself, he wears a muzzle that muffles his speech and secretly wears a chastity belt underneath 👀 And so i thought up this continuation of the trope and was hoping you’d write it for me (istg ur work is so good i have like it all archived) Btw the fic is called Wolfs Blood I'm pretty sure.

maybe it would be his wolf blood acting up that made him not realize his internal desires, how he actually wanted to be in this situation for sexual pleasure rather than to calm himself, but he slipped up. being bound to his bed, unable to tell anyone to release him, muzzled and strained by his chastity belt? It would be so unlucky for him to be especially horny and turned on that night. such a pitiful sight for him to be effortlessly struggling in his binds, hot breath escaping his muzzle, demeanor cracking. DESPERATELY trying to release his core from its prison; but just simply can’t. And so effortlessly turned on from the fact that he can't. maybe the reader (who farkas def has a wild crush on at the time) would be the only one awake at that time, only one hearing the grunts and near silent wails from the other room, the only one to investigate it, opening the door to such a sight 😳

being so clouded by desperation and denial, embarrassment and self control completely subsided him as an affect of his heightened wolfs blood making him so honest; he would beg the reader to help him through muffled words. He would have meant for them to release him, to take off his muzzle even- but the reader would have other (consensual) plans, determined not to lose this opportunity to make the oh so strong farkas SOB.

( I honestly didn't plan on making the trope so descriptive but I think I had a little too much fun- still dont really know how you're supposed to request things here.. Nevertheless id b so happy if u could use it 2 make a smut or something. If u don't want to, that's completely okay!!!!!)

` 𖤓 . . . FARKAS.

First of all, thank you so very much for the compliment! I love seeing you guys tell me you like my writing, like fr makes me so happy.

(18+) I did do a semi sub! farkas fic not long back, but it just didn't involve kink, so maybe you'd also like to read that if you haven't. But as I said, it wasn't sub sub, ya get me? Idk. ANYWAY! Yes, submissive men >>>. Gotta love em, I just don't write it out a lot due to the fact most people like them dom (tell me if I'm wrong). So hell, yeah. I love this idea, and the idea from the fic you told me about (I haven't ever read it though). But I have once read a few anime character fics that work along the same lines so I am familiar with the whole 'in a rut and can't control self' thing, and I love it. :D

So credits to the op who wrote that fic, I don't want to steal that person's idea, of course.

I will try and make this as gender neutral as possible, but there may be mentions of a female bodied reader, I'm sorry if I do and that makes you feel uncomfortable, I adore you all. And enjoy!

18+ only! Sexual content ahead, minors dni!!

Hours. That's what it felt like. Fingertips burning as he tugs at the restrains, trying to find some release. It's not working. Eyes glazed over with frustration and desire, his blood is burning through his skin, he's counting down the hours until this...curse...wares off. Hoping the ache in his body subsides, so he can feel normal again. The ceiling grows misty from his lack of vision as he pushes his hips up, feeling the metal of the chastity belt rub against his needy flesh.

Gods, he needed release.

Whining and grunting as he aims to gain as much friction as possible yet it isn't enough. Feeling the hardness of his cock strain against the solid metal stings as it grows tighter against his skin, fuck it hurts.

Asking to be restrained but a few hours ago he didn't expect to feel this worked up already, he knew it'd be bad but not this fast. He feels his body changing each rut he falls into and since meeting... someone. He's noticed his desires increase until it hurts, now he's completely feral as he attempts to grind his restrained cock against the belt, all while thinking of you.

He wants you so fucking bad its driving him crazy.

You walk back in from a night's work, shaking the adrenaline off your limbs; wiping blood from your face with your hand, which is smeared in just as much blood. Cringing at the taste of the blood you make you way into the sleeping quarters, it's silent. Not wanting to make noise you creep around, hearing noise from Farkas' room you freeze slightly, hoping maybe he could help you with some clothes as you didn't want to wake anyone up making a ruckus to get a change of clean clothing.

This had became a routine, as Farkas stayed up late at night he became the person you'd go to if you needed anything after a late night job. In reality the night time was the only time you had Farkas to yourself, enjoying his company uninterrupted and without eyes watching, where you could be yourselves. You found Farkas more comfortable in speaking around this time.

Slowly opening the door the heat hits you, taking your breath slightly at the sheer temperature in the room, Farkas felt you by the door. He could smell you and the blood that coated your form, biting down onto his bottom lip as he pulls on the restraints until it burned at his skin.

"Y/n.." By Dibella. His deep voice broke out into a cry of desperation, the sight took you by complete surprise yet something in the air compelled you to shut the door behind you, watching him closely as he moves his body on the bed, in an attempt to try and get you.

Walking closer you take in the details, feeling the arousal seep through your veins, it was intoxicating as the heat from his body radiated through the entire room. "S-Stop..." "Stop what?" You reply as you watch the sweat on his heaving chest, the way his stomach sucks in as you grow closer, how his back arches, his thighs cling together, tight and muscular. "You're making it worse." He barely growls out, whines passing his mouth as he falls back, watching you with dozy eyes. "Do you need help, puppy?" "Don't tease me." Inside he was begging, pleading and the way his hips push up tells you exactly just that.

Smirking, you begin to realise the power you hold in this situation. He's ready, hot and looking at you with needy eyes, all for you to play with. He notices your smirk, the way you snake your way onto the bed, watching his body as he shakes from not only the rut but now you too. He's always wanted this.

He just didn't realise how badly.

Slowly taking off your armour, he watches with bated breath. "Tell me, do you need help?" You ask again, he watches the blood drip across your naked form as you take ahold of his legs, parting them between you as he lifts himself up, he could cum alone at the sight and smell of you.

"Y/n-" "Farkas. Yes or no. Do you need help?" You cut him off, eyes sharp as he gulps with a nod, "Use your voice, puppy." You smile gently, almost innocently as you rub your hands up his muscular thighs, tugging at the straps of the belt he wiggles his hips up, wanting to be freed.

"Yes. Please. F-Fuck." He hums out, his lip almost bloody from biting down. "I need you-" Farkas whimpers out as you lean up, running your hands across his body, squeezing at his muscles and his neck as he pushes his head back, "Fuck. Me ... Please." He chokes out between breaths as you giggle while licking and kissing against his abs and v-line. "Patience, puppy." He had none. He had been wanting, needing and waiting for too long. He needed release.

You knew this. You decided to take advantage of it instead. So cruel.

"I can't-" "Ah-Ah." You smack his thigh, Farkas mutters a shy sorry, causing you to smile against his skin, "Good boy." Fuck. He felt whatever blood left up shoot right down, his cock pressing against the belt and he swore it felt as if it were bleeding from the pain. Whimpering as he attempts to close his legs, you slap his thigh again, grabbing at the hot flesh as he takes a deep breath in.

Biting and licking against his neck, bruises litter across the skin, you lick up his neck as he moans out, your fingers tangled through the raven locks of his hair as Farkas hangs his head back, like putty in your hand he follows each movement and each motion you make. Hot and sweaty under you, his body laid out ready to be fucked as he whines each time you make eye contact in a desperate attempt for more.

"You're so impatient." You hum out. He only whines more. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" You ask, he moans out, feeling his dick twitch against the metal desperately for your mouth. You laugh out, looking at him as if he were weak and pathetic and fuck, he loved it.

Slowly taking the chastity belt off you pepper kisses along his torso, releasing his cock as it slaps against his stomach, hot and heavy, tip leaking and angrily red.

You couldn't help but laugh, leaning back and simply watch him as his hips jolt, his cock twitching with need. "Please." "Patience." You shush him, running your finger across his thigh, until it reaches to his ballsack, using your hands you tug and gently massage, he grits his teeth, his cock bobbing with anticipation and all you do is watch, eyes low and glued to his face as he watches with a helpless expression, panting for more. Rubbing your hand up to his cock, feeling each vein and the wetness that formed a string from the tip to his stomach, you form a fist around him, slowly pumping, watching his dick swallow your hand as he let's out groans and whines. Fuck, he sounds hot.

You wish to stay there longer, but your mouth waters at the sight and the sounds before you, but it didn't matter how fast leaned down to move your mouth because to poor Farkas it felt hours before he noticed you slowly lean down to lick the tip, gathering the precum on your tongue before you slowly take him I'm your mouth, your jaw expanding until it hurt due to the thickness he bared. "Ohhhhhh ..... Fuck yeah." He breathed out, louder than he expected. Biting down on his bottom lip to mask his moans and to mirror the pain you were causing in his thighs as you dig your fingernails into them, gripping tightly while trying to fit more of him inside your mouth.

It almost felt impossible, too big. Poor puppy is too large for his own good yet he shakes and moans just as well while you lick and press your tongue against him, sucking and licking while making all sorts of ungodly sounds, Farkas listens and forces his own sounds to quieten as he rolls his eyes back, leaning back onto the bed. Arching his head back as you wrap your hands around him, pumping him while focusing your sweet mouth on his weeping tip. Farkas moans like the good boy he is, "Please... I need to come.." He begs, as you rub and fist the saliva that oozed out your mouth and down his shaft.

Tears roll down your cheeks from the sheer size of the man, yet his tears where from pure frustration as you fuck his cock with your pretty mouth and skilled hands. "Cum for me, puppy. Be a good boy." You say lowly, he whimpers and arches his back as he pulls on the restraints. "Fuck - fuck." He grunts as you bob your head up and down, hands rub and please his cock and his balls as your mouth licks and sucks until you feel him pulsating, squirting cum onto your tongue as you groan, you mouth rumbling against him as you tilts your head, licking and sucking down the edges on him, licking at the oozing cum as he continues to moan out like the whore he is, thighs clenched into stone until he gives way, limp and sweaty, whimpering breathlessly as you clean him up with your tongue.

"Gods. I'm not finished." Tonight was going to be a long night. Good job you haven't fucked yourself on him yet.

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[strugglingwriterwattpad]

as a shield brother it was farkas’ job to protect the new welp who had join their group. but on a night where it was supposed to be just her welcoming to the circle, his wolf couldn't take it anymore.

#skyrim #the elder scrolls #the companions #farkas x reader #shield brother #shield sister #werewolves #whiterun #gaming #medieval fantasy #warriors

[fandom-imagines]

Most people, if not everyone, longed to meet their soulmate; the person that they had been bound to by the heavens, and Y/N was no different, but somehow meeting hers whilst covered in blood wasn’t exactly the plan.

Her eyes stared towards the man, who coincidentally was also covered in blood, as the dragon lay at their feet, painting both of them with its blood. The only part of them which wasn’t covered in blood was the tattoo on their wrists, linking them to each other.

“So, you’re my soulmate,”

“Seems that way,”

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[d0ughy]

18+ Skyrim: No-Sex Pet play with Farkas & Vilkas

A request from @butter-and-too-much-bread for an asexual kink; pet play without the sex ft. Farkas and Vilkas. This is more like light pet play, so I’m sorry if this is no good! I hope you enjoy it anyways! <3

[ 18+ for the content. This is more sweet than spicy, but still.]  [img credit] Repost because it wouldn’t show up due to certain words hmm hmm + fixed some things. Fic below!

𝔽𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕒𝕤  

Farkas isn’t a man of words, but a man of action. His actions this night, however, speak much louder than words ever could. 

A missive was sent out to Jorrvaskr, which you eagerly accepted. You’ve been looking for an opportunity to have an outing with your lover, Farkas.

The two of you could go out together under the guise of a mission and then hang out afterwards without the prying eyes of the Circle.

It was only a few hours into the afternoon that the two of you set off onto a mission together, to clear out a beast’s den.

What should have been an easy task for two Companions turned out to be a long and hard-won fight. 

The beasts, wild and angry, held nothing back. Claws, fangs, the fierce roars echoing through the cave; this cacophony sending waves of adrenaline throughout the two of you.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the sounds of beats stirring something feral inside of him, but you could feel Farkas’s eyes on you throughout the entirety of the battle. 

You’d mistake it for concern if you couldn’t feel the hunger radiating off of him. 

It wasn’t until the battle was over and you two made your way out into the night that you’d find out...

Too far from Whiterun, you two decided to set up camp for the night. Farkas’s movements seemed stiff, and he was quieter than usual. You could see his muscles, even under his armor, were taught.

You sat yourself by the campfire, patting the spot beside you while offering a gentle smile to Farkas. 

He took slow strides over to you, an intense spark in his eyes. He plopped down beside you, body heavy with his steel armor. 

Before you had a chance to ask him if he was alright or reflect on the battle before, Farkas was on you.

The tip of his nose gently gliding down your neck as he breathed in your scent, his facial hair tickling your exposed skin. A small gasp escapes your lips as Farkas rakes his teeth across your trapezius before pulling away.

He let out a shaky exhale, “I.. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Watching you fight-” He placed his forehead against yours. “-It just did something for me. You did so well, Kitten...” 

Farkas crashed hungry lips against yours, his rough hands sliding against your body.  His knee moving to spread your legs apart. You knew what he wanted, but you knew that’s not what you wanted. At least, not tonight.

A small, disapproving groan rumbled from your throat. Farkas doesn’t claim to be smart, but even he knew what you were meaning. He wouldn’t have you tonight, but that wouldn’t stop him from at least giving you something.

Farkas nibbled softly on your earlobe, whispering soft praises. “My pet... I want you to at least purr for me tonight.” His gruff voice rumbling in his chest. 

His fingers weaving through your hair and down the back of your skull. Massaging little circles along the nape of your neck. 

Your body reacted on its own, goosebumps blossoming along your skin and you arching your back to give him further access to you as contented sighs escaping from your lips.

Farkas scratched the top of your head and scratched circles behind your ears before slowly flattening his palm against your skin as he stroked your back. Gentle pets for his beloved pet. 

You sprawled out into his lap, earning a light slap on your bottom from him. Farkas’s reputation as the gentler twin between him and his brother truly shines when it comes to his alone time with you. The two of you spent the night in each other’s embrace before returning to Jorrvaskr in the morning.

𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕒𝕤 

The warrior’s life, for many, sings such a sweet tune. The thrill of combat, the clash of metal, battle prowess put to the test: you provided that and more for Vilkas when you bested him in a sparring match. Now, another song seems to have caught his ear.

It was the early hours of the day, the sun’s rays peeking through the windows of Jorrvaskr. While the whole of Whiterun seemed to still be at rest, you were already up and moving.

You hadn’t been a part of the Companions for very long, but you were eager to prove yourself to your new shield-brothers and sisters. Especially the fiery of the twins, Vilkas.

His eyes were always on you, though his steely expression gave nothing away. The ferocity in his eyes never swayed and it seemed to almost grow when those eyes were on you.

With how Vilkas spoke to you and all the other Welps, you couldn’t help but think he looked at you with disdain. So, there you were, in the twilight hours of the morning, practicing your swordplay in the yard.

The quick pacing of your steps were practiced and nimble. Your steel slashing at the defenseless dummy, adding to it’s collection of scars. So engrossed in your training, you never heard the doors to the yard open nor the clanking of metal footsteps.

It wasn’t until you had taken pause from your training, a quick moment to catch your breath, that you felt an intense gaze upon your back. Glancing back, you saw Vilkas.

He sat himself at one the tablets in the courtyard behind you, his elbows resting on his knees. Despite his tousled hair and the warpaint across his face, you could still make out his furrowed brows and cold gaze.

Turning on your heel, you tried to shake off the intensity of his stare and return to your training. If he wanted to watch, then you’d give him a show.

Taking a quick leap back, you charged the dummy at full force. Your boots grinding against the stony earth as you made quick, elegant movements around the dummy.

A diagonal slice and the left arm fell to pieces. A horizontal cut and the head slid down the shoulders and plopped onto the stone below. One final blow to end it, steel to the gut of the dummy. The impact of your blade easily melting through the dummy and into the log that held the dummy in place.

Your breath was shaky as you tried to catch it. Between your huffs, you could hear a chair behind you squeak as its tenant stood to leave it. The rhythmic clunk of steel boots grew louder from behind you.

You turn to Vilkas, a smirk threatening his lips. “Hmph. Good show, Welp. But a real enemy won’t sit there and take it like a dummy would.” Vilkas rolled his shoulders before stretching his neck, his armor rattled softly by his movements.

“You wanna really learn, then you’re gonna have to spar with me.” His brow cocked as he readied his blade. Winded, but determined, you readied your own and soon the song of steel would be sung.

White Vilkas has offered a training match, the strength behind his blows and the growing frustration throughout your fight betrayed that. You thought at the end, once you had skillfully knocked him to the ground, that the hot-headedness he’s infamous for would come out.

You expected a sore loser but was met with a genuine smile for the first time.

Vilkas, bruised and sat upon the stony floor of the Jorrvaskr yard, was looking up at you with a feral smile and an unfamiliar glint in his steely eyes.

Quickly getting back upon his feet, Vilkas leaned in closely to you. His forehead against yours as his hair draped his face. “Come with me.” His voice low. He pressed his body against yours, pushing you towards the doors of Jorrvaskr. It seemed you had little choice but to obey.

The halls were still quiet as the rest of the Companions lay snug in their sheets. The only noise that could be heard was the clunking of Vilkas’s and your boots as he guided you to his private quarters.

He lay a strong hand flat against your back as he pushed you into the room and towards the bed, nearly slamming the door behind him. You stumble into his room but catch yourself before falling onto the bed before you.

Turning to question him, Vilkas is already on you. He’s smiling down at you, but the warmth behind it was burning hot. He approached you slowly, backing you towards his bed. “You know... I’ve been keeping an eye on you, Pup. I know you’ve caught me stealin’ glances, too.”

Taking slow steps backwards, you feel the bedframe hit the back of your thigh. “Back in the courtyard, that was something. You put me in my place and now,” He leans into your neck, his lips grazing your skin. “I want to put you in yours.”

You shake your head and sputter out quiet protests. Yes, Vilkas was a good-looking guy, but you didn’t want to lay with him. At least, not like this.

He chuckled, his facial hair tickling your skin as he nuzzled lightly into neck. “There, there, Pup. I’ll make you mine another way.” With that, his body pressed against yours. With nowhere else to run, you fell backwards onto Vilkas’s bed.

He was on top of you in a second, his eyes dancing between your lips and your eyes. Silently asking your permission. After offering him a nod, there was no holding back. Vilkas’s lips crashed against yours in a sloppy, passionate kiss, before moving down the side of your neck.

His rough hands sliding up and down your body. One hand gliding its way down your thigh and the other resting at your neck. He pulls away, strands of hair falling into his face. “I want to hear you whine for me, Pup.”

You obeyed him, soft whimpers echoing from your throat. Whining like a dog awaiting a treat from its master. Vilkas smiled in return, “There’s a good Welp.” His thumb massaging small circles into the soft flesh of your neck.

Leaning back down, he graces your lips with a slower, intimate kiss. Only pulling away from them to demand more begging and offer small praises when you obeyed. “...You make the sweetest sounds, Pet. I could listen to you all day.”

His hips rocked gently against yours, restraining as much of himself as he could. Though Vilkas isn’t known for being calm nor patient, he showed a much more tender side of himself to you that day. You two spent the next few hours in his room, Vilkas marring your neck with love bites and kissing your lips in apology whenever he was too rough.

#skyrim x reader #farkas x reader #vilkas x reader #skyrim #my writing

[specialagentlokitty]

Farkas x reader - guild

Farkas's reaction to dragonborn who is part of the Thieves Guild while staying with the Companions which was kept a secret because she didn't want to make them look bad. - Anon💜

Packing some things into a bag, you looked around your room before giving a small nod, confirming that you had everything that you needed.

“Going somewhere?” Aela asked.

“Yeah, just some stuff with the greybeards.” You smiled.

“I see, I can come with you if you need.”

Giving the huntress a smile you shook your head at her as you stood up, tossing your bag onto yo it back as you grabbed your sword.

“No thank you, it’s alright I’ve made this trip many times now.”

“Well then, see you soon.”

Nodding, you made your way upstairs and waved everyone goodbye, but you were quickly stopped at the door by Vilkas.

“My brother is looking for you.”

“Can you tell him I’ll be back in a few weeks?”

“Of course, stay safe shield sister.”

“You too Vilkas, and please, take care of that idiot brother of yours.”

He gave you a smile and a nod and you left, making your way to the gates of whiterun.

It was getting late, so not many people were out now, but anyone that passed you made sure you smile and greet you, including the guards.

As you got to the gate, you pushed it open before leaving the comfort of the city.

Jogging down the the stables, you whistled for your horse, and waited for him to come padding over before climbing up.

“Wait!”

Before you could race off you were stopped by Farkas this time, stood in front of your horse.

“Where are you going?”

“I have some business to attend to, I’ll be back shortly, don’t worry.”

“Business with who?” He asked.

“Just business Farkas.”

You rode around him, making your way to the path that you had to travel to get to Riften.

But, you noticed that you weren’t alone, so with a heavy sigh you climbed down from your horse and walked alongside him while Farkas walked next to you.

“Farkas, I’ll be okay on my own.”

“Not with those damn thieves about you won’t, they’re everywhere.”

Giving a small laugh you nodded your head.

“They are, but not even the thieves will come for me.”

“Why?”

“Because they know I’ll kick their asses.” You grinned.

Farkas laughed and you smiled softly at him before you stopped walking.

Turning fully to face the man, you gave him a gentle smile.

“Farkas, go home. I’ll return shortly.”

“I don’t want you travelling alone…” he mumbled.

“I’m only off to another town.”

“That doesn’t change the fact it’s not safe…”

Reaching over, you took his hand in yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I promise I’ll be back, okay? And when I’m back you can sleep in my room for as long as you need, okay?”

He didn’t seem convinced but he nodded his head and you hugged him.

Farkas didn’t want to let go, and you could tell, so you stayed like that for a few minutes before he finally pulled away.

“Be safe.”

“I shall.”

Before you could climb back on to your horse, the courier can running over to you and handed you a letter before running off.

Confused, you opened it and read the contents inside.

“Brynjolf!” You yelled.

The letter fell from your hands but before you could do anything Farkas stopped you.

“The thief in riften? Is that who you’re going to see?!”

He was furious and you knew it, but you couldn’t hang around any later.

“Farkas I have to go! He’s in danger!”

Farkas grabbed your hand.

“He’s a thief (Y/N)!”

“He’s my friend! And I own him my life! He took me in when I had nothing! He and the guild were my first ever family!”

Snatching your hand back you didn’t care you had just admitted to being part of the guild, you simply raced away.

You had to get there before anything could happy the the idiot thief.

You didn’t stop for rest, you traveled day and night until you finally came upon the place they were holding him and went straight into attack.

Many people cowered back, not wanting to mess with you, but those that were stupid enough to try were laid on the floor in pools of their own blood.

“Stupid mercenaries…” you sneered.

Looking around, you walked into a room to find your friend there, chained and blood dripping down his face.

“Bryn….” You sighed.

Grabbing the key, you unlocked him and caught him, slapping his face lightly.

“Wake up your stupid shit face.”

He didn’t say anything.

“I swear to the gods brynjolf I will feed you to the skeevers if you don’t wake up.”

“Now… that ain’t nice lass…”

You sighed, and laughed slightly as you stood up, helping him to your horse before you turned around to the small house.

“One second.”

Holding your hand out, a flaming ball appeared, and you tossed it at the wolf, letting it catch fire before you stormed over to one of the injured men.

“You tell whoever did this, I will find them, and I will make sure their death is the most painful death I can possibly give them…. Tell them to always look behind them…” you whispered.

Healing his wound, you sent him on his way before jumping on your horse.

“Come on them you oaf, let’s get you home.”

“Gladly lassy.”

He hauled himself up, and wrapped his arms around you as he told you about what had happened.

Shockingly you guys weren’t that far away from riften, so how the others couldn’t find him was beyond you.

Making your way down the the tavern, you tossed yourself in a chair.

“I’m staying here for a while.”

“Everything okay?” Delvin asked.

“Yeah… just missed it.”

“You missed the guild or you missed that idiot?” Vex snickered.

You looked at Brynjolf as he was getting his wounds treated and shook your head with a small laugh.

“He’s a good friend vex, but I love someone else.”

“Then why stay here?” Delvin asked.

You sighed, pulling your hood down before running a hand down your face.

“I told him I’m part of the guild… I don’t think he’s taken too kindly to it…”

“If he loves you he won’t care.” Vex shrugged.

You gave a small shrug and decided that for tonight you were going to drown your sorrows.

And that’s what you did every other night for the next few weeks, and as you went to grab another bottle you were stopped.

“No more lass, you’ve had enough. Hell, these past few weeks you’ve had enough.” Brynjolf sighed.

You weren’t drunk, you weren’t even tipsy, so you just simply nodded.

“Come on.”

He got you to follow him and you did back to his room.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I think I’ve messed up Bryn… I love Farkas… but he knows I’m part of the guild.. and he hates the guild..”

“Just give him some time, I’m sure he’ll come around. Okay?”

You just sighed and shrugged, and that’s when you heard a commotion coming from outside.

Sharing a look, you both ran back to the tavern.

“Farkas stop!”

The man immediately turned towards you and dropped Delvin.

He stormed over to you, and you stood still.

Closing your eyes, you waited for him to hit you, but when you felt his arms go around you instead you were shocked, but quickly hugged him back.

“You idiot…” he whispered, “you were supposed to come home…”

“I thought… you wouldn’t…”

He pulled away.

“I don’t understand why you like these rats, but you’re part of the companions too you know?”

“I know Farkas it’s just…” you sighed, “hard.

He stood there looking confused, like he didn’t understand and it made you smile softly before the smile fell.

“I didn’t want to make you guys look bad… but I didn’t want to leave my family…”

“Then don’t. Just come back with me?”

“The others won’t think that…”

“They don’t know.”

You snapped your eyes to him in shock.

“I haven’t… told them… because I don’t want them to kick you out…” he mumbled.

You felt a small judge and turned around to find Brynjolf smiling at you.

“Go…” he whispered.

Taking a few steps forward, you placed your hands on Farkas’ cheeks.

“I’m sorry…”

“Just… come home, okay?” He huffed.

Laughing softly, you leaving up and kissed the side of his face.

“Okay.”

You took his hand in yours and led him to the back to the guild where the easiest exit was.

The whole time Farkas had his eyes glued to you.

You didn’t look like a thief, not to him anyways. He’s watched you try sneak food and animals through the hall, and always get caught.

So he knew you weren’t a thief, he just didn’t want to loose you to them, or to anyone in that matter. It’s why he wasn’t going to tell a single soul about you and the guild

#skyrim x reader #skyrim imagine #skyrim #Farkas #farkas imagine #farkas x reader

[hannah-heartstrings]

To Be at Peace

“Maybe it’s time I let it go and let myself heal.”

A first person Farkas X Werewolf Reader, I didn’t include any information about the pov character’s race, gender, and appearance so you can make it whoever you want.

Written for the @tes-summer-fest prompt: Curse (which was a few days ago but shh).

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           Roots rip up from the dirt. I drop the weed in the basket with the others and stand, dusting off my hands. I flex my wrists, roll my shoulders, and look down at my garden. As a breeze blows by I take in a deep breath of it.

           The gentle wind on my face, my crops swaying in it, and the satisfaction of my hard work brings some peace, but not quite enough. Because when you awake every morning restless, when you spend every day fighting your own instincts, and every thought is clouded, there’s only so much peace you can have.

           Hearing a rapid heartbeat my head whips towards it. A rabbit sits in the grass a ways away. I can feel my own heart quicken and my muscles tighten, ready to strike.

           Then comes a louder but gentler heartbeat, easing mine, and I know my husband is outside.

           I turn to the house as Farkas rounds the corner. He’s carrying two meat pies stacked in one hand and two tankards in the other. “Mornin’”

           I smile at him and walk over. “Morning.”

           “You work up an appetite yet?”

           “You bet.” I give him a quick kiss before taking my half of the breakfast. We sit on the edge of our porch and quietly eat. I stare out over the farm at the hills beyond.

           “What’s wrong?”

           “Hm?” Snapping to attention I realize my minds been absent, who knows for how long, apparently long enough to eat half of my meat pie. I look to Farkas, he’s already scarfed his down as usual.

           “You’ve been really quiet lately.”

           “Oh.” I look down. “I’ve just been thinking…”

           “About?”

           I continue my pie, making sure to appreciate it more than I did the first half. He’s patient as I gather my thoughts. “Did you ever regret curing your beast blood?”

           “Maybe a few times, but in the long run, no. It took some time to adjust but every time I had doubts I remembered when I defeated my wolf spirit, it was like finally waking up. My mind was clear to focus, on being a better warrior, a better man, on what’s really important.” He nudges me and I smile.

           But it falls flat. “That sounds nice…” Finishing my pie I wash it down with water. I stare down into the tankard. “You know, it’s weird because I’ve only been a werewolf for a few years but it’s hard to remember what it felt like before.” I pull a hand from the cup and look at it. “It feels like this is the way I’ve always been, or am supposed to be… or maybe it’s just what I think I deserve.”

           “Deserve?”

           “I asked for it didn’t I?” My hand drops. “Why ever I’ve been holding on to it for so long, I think it’s time I let it go and let myself heal.”

           Turning to him he gives a reassuring smile. “Sounds good to me.”

           I feel a slight smile on my face. “Will you go with me to Ysgramor’s Tomb?”

           “Of course, I’m always here if you need me! Or…” he looks down, “even if you don’t…”

           “Hey,” I turn his face back towards me and it’s my turn to give the reassuring smile. “I’m capable on my own but I’ll still always need you.”

           He smiles back.

           Setting the tankard beside me I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning my head against his shoulder.

           Wrapping his arms around me he pulls me closer and leans his head against mine.

           Now he’s all I can hear, smell, and feel, blocking the world out. This is the peace I’ve been looking for.

           I pull my legs up, resting my knees on his leg. He takes the cue and pulls me up into his lap.

           Maybe one day peace will come easier, but for this moment I have all I need.

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[blo0dybimbobitch]

Ohh.. Farkas

Pairing: Farkasxfem!reader

Content: Adult content 18+, minors dni, fingering, begging, slapping, vaginal sex.

Synopsis: You sneak away from Jorvaskr for some fun with Farkas...

A/n: Wasssupp yall this is my first spicy post on my new blog! I will be posting more about submissions and guidelines and all that jazz, but in the meantime, enjoy <3 -M

Farkas smiled at you from across the mead hall as everyone else around him was caught in a wild drunken daze. You two had been seeing each other in secret outside of Jorvaskr, deciding it was best for the both of you to remain neutral when it came to work, especially since you were now the new Harbinger.

Your eyes fluttered at him and you smiled back deviously, causing his heart to race as you held his gaze. He gave the signal, two winks, for you to meet him at your house Breezehome. You signaled back and watched as he left Jorvaskr out of the doors that lead to the training yard. After he left, you waited, took a big swig of mead, and taking care nobody saw, you made your way out.

When you opened the door to Breezehome he was sitting in one of the chairs by the fire.

"Fancy seeing you here." You said flirtingly to the Nord, closing the door behind you. He smiled and a small chuckle left his mouth as he rose to greet you at the door. Farkas took your hand in his, brought it to his lips, and kissed the back of it while his pale eyes remained locked with yours, causing your heart to skip a beat. The warrior had a way of being so tender yet unabashed in how he showed his affection, he shattered your every insecurity at the door.

"You look so beautiful." He held your hand out while his eyes admired you up and down. You bit your bottom lip, slightly flustered by his gaze. You wore a flowy linen dress, tailored to fit snug but loosely around your curves, giving you the look of an ancient goddess shrouded in linen, decorated in gold. A dream. His dream.

Farkas' hand wrapped around your waist as he bent down to pull you into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he stood up, lifting your feet up off the ground, and carried you over to where he sat in front of the fire. He set you down, sat back down in his chair, leaned back, and looked up at you before him. He opened his legs and motioned for you to take a seat on his lap, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. When you turned around to sit, a squeak left your mouth as Farkas grabbed your hips, purposefully making sure your ass sat right on his hard bulge. His right arm held you in close as his left swept the hair from your neck. A small moan escaped your lips when he licked your neck, nibbling at the skin and causing you to squirm under his grip.

"You want me bad, huh baby?" you whisper as your hand squeezed his knee. He tightened his grip around your waist and pushed his hard bulge into you in response. Farkas groaned into your ear, "I've been waiting for this all day." both his hands groped your breasts over your dress as you leaned into his lap, letting your weight rest on him.

Your hands squeezed his knees as you begin to grind your hips against his bulge, "Touch me." You whispered in his ear. With no hesitation, Farkas' hands drifted down from your breasts to the hem of your dress. He pulled your knees up to your chest letting your weight rest on his thighs, then spreads your legs as he continued to nibble at your ear and neck. His breath caused you to squirm and gasp as he carefully positioned his arms under your knees so that your spread legs rest on his arms. He helps you wiggle out of your panties as you balance on his thighs.

After you both got comfortable in this position, his right-hand went down to rub circles into your wet cunt, and you let out a gasp. You close your eyes and lay your head back on his shoulder, your back resting against his broad chest. Farkas slipped his fingers in between your soft wet velvety folds and groaned when he felt your clit, hearing the wet sound his hands made as they carressed your soaked, swollen labia.

"You're so wet. Guess you want me bad too huh?" He whispered hoarsely in your ear with a smile as you squirmed in his lap. His left hand slapped the underside of your thigh as he slid his thick middle finger into your hot throbbing pussy, his mouth biting at your neck as you moaned. You bit your lip as he slowly added another finger, slowly moving them in and out of your sweet cunt as you squirmed in his lap, "Y-yes" you gasped as he picked up the pace, his eyes watching your face contort with pleasure as you lay back against him.

"I want you so bad" You whisper into his ear.

"Yeah? You want me? You want this cock?" He spoke gruffly as he slowed down to add a third finger, "I want to hear you beg." Your breath hitched as you felt the pleasure building.

"P-please Farkas," You begged as you hooked one of your arms around his neck, "Please fuck me" you whispered into his ear.

"Louder" he ordered as he slapped your under thigh again, "Beg for my cock louder." His voice was desperate as he growled and he could barely hold himself together as he demanded you beg for him once again.

"Please Farkas" You moaned longingly, "I want you to fuck me with your cock."

At that moment you squeaked as Farkas popped his fingers out of your pussy and stood up, now holding you bridal style. Arms still wrapped around his neck, you pulled him in to kiss you passionately and he stumbled, knees weak, trying to find his way to the stairs. He smiled against your mouth as he heard you giggle at his blind rush up the stairs to your bedroom.

Farkas set you down gently on the bed and took off his shirt. His pale eyes watched as you undressed while sitting on your knees on the bed, your titties bouncing beautifully in the candlelight. He smiled at you and sat down on his knees in front of you on the bed, still towering over you with his long torso. You looked up at him and without thinking you went to explore his big muscular chest, grabbing his broad shoulders, licking his neck, and intertwining your hands in his hair. He groaned and his hands went to slap and grip your ass. Your hands made their way up to his jaw and you grabbed his face, running your fingers over the stain from his warpaint, which left a shadow around his eyes. You smiled at him as you held his gaze, his face inches from yours, no magic, no Jarls, no dragons could keep your lips from colliding into his, this moment, consuming you entirely, both of you closing your eyes.

You moaned into his kiss, warmth spreading in your chest as you felt the release of tension in your neck and you relaxed as his left hand went to cup your face, his right gripping tight to your ass, pushing you in close to him. Your fingers hooked themselves in the waist of his tavern pants, failing to drag them over his bulge as he kissed you desperately. In response to your failed effort, Farkas' hands went to yank his pants the rest of the way down, causing his wet cock to bounce deliciously as his erection was set free.

"Farkas, you're so hard." You panted as your hand went to pump his pulsating member. He groaned in response and his hand went back to cup your face, pulling you into a hungry kiss. He groaned into your mouth as your thumb played with his head, spreading his precum around the tip.

"Shor's bones girl," Farkas shivered as he pulled away to look down at your hand gripping his cock, "Lay down." He ordered as his hands went to move your thighs. You brought your legs forward and jokingly let yourself fall back onto the bed, landing on your back as he watched your titties bounce with the action. He smiled and slid the rest of his pants off, now completely naked in front of you as you lay on your back. You bit your lip at the sight of him, at the way the candlelight flickered across his chest, casting a shadow against the wall of his powerful body. The sight of his shoulders caused a twitch between your thighs. He crawled over to you, his giant shoulders towering over you as he sat up on his knees in between your legs. His calloused hands gently gripped your knees and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Farkas slapped his dick against your clit, his eyes watching your face as you bit your lip and jumped at the sensation, "Mmm," You felt his heavy member slap you again, and before you could let another hum, he gently nudged his tip at your moist entrance, stopping before he could get sucked in. He let his tip sit there, teasing you, and as he leaned over to tower right above your face, careful not to fill you up all the way.

"Farkas," You gasped as his hand went to hold your neck, pinning you to the bed soft enough so you could still breathe.

"You want me?" He questioned in a deep, low growl, his hand slightly tightening around your neck.

"Yes Farkas, please," Your hands went to grasp his around your neck, "I w-want you, all of you" You whined and bit your lip as you felt him slowly push his dick deeper inside, his eyes focused on yours, watching your face as you felt him venture deeper into your tight pussy. He went slowly and gently, taking care that he doesn't hurt you, and pushed his dick into you all the way to its hilt. His jaw clenched when he felt his whole length inside you, taking in your warmth and gasping when you clenched around him. He almost fell on top of you when he lowered himself down to kiss you. His lips met yours with a passionate kiss, the both of you groaning into each other's mouths as Farkas slowly began pumping his cock inside you, making sure you took him whole with every stroke. His tip with every thrust hit your sweet spot and you couldn't help but say his name in a breathy gasp which caused him to increase his speed, stuffing you full of his throbbing dick.

"F-farkas," Your eyes rolled back as he went to kiss your neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin, his pace unwavering as he pounded into you, the pleasure growing as you twitched.

"So g-good," he stammered as he stopped to readjust himself, sitting up on his knees and jostling you by the hips, your pussy twisting around his dick, causing you to groan.

"Gods," He clutched you by the waist, causing you to groan. Farkas positioned himself over you for leverage before he began his assault on your pussy, shoving his cock deep inside, ensuring you take all of him with every thrust. The slapping sound of his balls against your ass filled the room. You cried out his name as you felt the tension build with every deep, long stroke of his cock. His deep groans caused you to clench around him, his pace was fast and unforgiving as he fucked you deep, stuffing you full. He was loosing his mind at the thought of filling you up with his hot seed, causing his pace to quicken.

His hand went to press messy circles into your wet, swollen clit, his eyes watching you squirm. You felt the edge approaching, his thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you cried out his name, your eyes rolling back as your body shook as Farkas continued to fuck you, "F-farkas yes!" You cried out in ecstasy as you came in his cock.

"Yes b-baby," he encouraged you as he kept rubbing your clit, his pale eyes watching as you convulsed on his cock, your back arching with pleasure as his other hand went pinch your nipple. The sight of your pussy convulsing around his dick was enough to send him over edge. He took his hand from your pussy to lick your juices from his fingers before pinning you to the bed by your neck again. Farkas let out a deep guttural moan as he pumped you full of his seed, growling as he felt himself falling into you.

"Y-yess Farkas, cum inside me." You begged for him again as he came. The sound of you begging made his pace falter as pleasure shook throughout his body.

A/n: thank you guys so much for reading! It's been awhile since if written something like this so please be kind🥺🥺. Ending was kinda rough but I'm working on it lmaoooo. Feedback is always welcome.

"Fu-uck," he grunted as his pace slowed down, his hand going back to squeeze your nipple, his dick still inside as waves of pleasure pulasted between the two of you, "Baby," he shivered as he bent down to kiss you, slowly, and passionately, his hand going to hold your face. He sat up, slowly pulled himself out, then leaned over to grab a clean rag from one of the side tables, which he used to wipe you up, very gently, leaving kisses as went along the length of your body. He smiled up at you, thankful to have this time with his beloved.

#farkas #farkas x reader #farkas smut #elder scrolls farkas #vilkas