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A snippet of my new fanfic ;)

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"I don't understand why you vampires feed like that," Farkas scoffed. "It would be quicker if you'd rip through the flesh more."

Serana ignored him and continued to feed off of you. It was painful yet pleasurable - her fangs moved along with the sucking motion of her mouth, causing them to jab the insides of your wounds, contrary to her soft, wet lips that felt so nice against your skin, along with the way she gently held your head like that of a lover. You felt your blood flow out of you, dripping down your neck and over your shoulder. It felt like you were getting tortured and pampered at the same time, causing you to roll your eyes in light-headed relaxation. You could feel Farkas's judgemental gaze gloss over you both.

You don't really remember how you got in this situation where both of your companions, Farkas and Serana, sat on either side of you, both trying to one-up eachother in the age old werewolf-vampire competition. All you knew was that the three of you went back to your place after a long day of questing, and now you were surrounded by two of the hottest people you've ever known on your couch.

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Don't Let Me Interrupt

summary: he walks in on you touching yourself prerelationship, smau gn reader, no gendered pronouns or y/n used. feat: Vilkas, Farkas, Brynjolf, Mercer, Miraak warnings: suggestive & explicit sexual content. minors should not read or interact. masterlist

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I've seen oc x reader fics and I think that's so coool I should do that

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Farkas and Villas in modern au.

Ahhh yes, my favorite Goth metalhead and his edgy, punk brother 🖤⛓

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More kinky Vilkas smut plsss.. he needs to be tamed..

Oh Anon 👀 He absolutely must........Have some kinky vilkas faces undernthe cut 💦

I literally cannot get enough of this hopeless WOLF MANN

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Hey.... You Up?

summary: sending a 'you up?' text at midnight is totally innocent, right? smau gn reader, no gendered pronouns or y/n used feat: Miraak, Brynjolf, Mercer, Teldryn, Vilkas, Farkas warnings: suggestive & explicit sexual references, minors should not read or interact masterlist

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Delphine: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Lucien: Nope, absolutely not.

Inigo: I hope it sucks, whatever you’re going through.

Kaidan: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Serana: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Y/N: I can’t wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could’ve changed that outcome.

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Wrong Chat!

summary: he accidentally admits to having feelings for you <3 smau gn reader, no gendered pronouns or y/n used. feat: Brynjolf, Miraak, Farkas, Vilkas masterlist

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Navi/Masterlist

fanfic i like <3

STARDEW VALLEY

NSFW Alphabet w/ Sebby [Sebastian x GN!Reader]

Smoke Slut [NSFW || Sebastian x GN!Reader]

↳ Objectification, cigarette play, burning

Subby Sebby [NSFW || Sebastian x GN!Reader]

↳ Anal, mild mention of kink (hair pulling, praise), rough sex

SKYRIM

Dumb Dog [NSFW || Vilkas x GN!Masc!Reader]

↳ Masc-bodied reader but they're kept gn, pet play, size kink, dumbification elements, some monsterfucking and brief piss play

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burning | vilkas x reader

this is very enemies to lovers-esque, i find that trope fitting for vilkas. there is some mild steam thrown in but nothing too suggestive. im just very sick and sleepless rn so i had to crank something out to keep me sane :} hope you guys like it!

"You got lucky this time," you say as you finally finish wrapping the gauze around Farkas's hand. "That sword could have cut much deeper."

"Yeah, well, it's a good thing we've got you on standby," he responds gruffly, flexing his palm. The dusky white bandage sits firmly against his skin. He gives you a wide grin. "Thank you, Harbinger."

You nod. "You're welcome. Just... don't make it a habit, yeah?"

Farkas chuckles. "Course. I'll be more careful. See you." He turns and heads back to the training field outside of Jorrvaskr, where he joins Ria's side as they watch Athis and Torvar engage in a practice sparring session. The approaching dusk is bringing a chill to the air, yet the Companions continue their training like nothing.

As you gather the materials you were just using to patch up Farkas's hand, you feel a tingling sensation crawling along your scalp. Someone's glare is practically digging daggers into your skin. You turn around to make your way back into the building, and you lock eyes with Vilkas, who stands next to the door with his back leaning against the wall and his arms folded across his chest.

His gaze reminds you of being hit with an ice spike spell: shards of piercing, pale blue striking right through you and leaving you momentarily breathless. You break eye contact, but the prickling feeling of his eyes on you follows you even when you slip through the door and into the building.

You head for one of the shelves in the corner to put away the bandages and anti-infection salves you used. You hear footsteps coming in behind you.

"How'd he hurt himself this time?" Vilkas asks.

You peer at him over your shoulder. His gaze is averted, pretending to adjust the rug on the floor with his boot. Not so glare-y now, is he?

"It was a sword, from his spar session with Njada." You step away from the shelf and brush past him as you head for the staircase leading into the living quarters below. "She's getting better. She gave him a pretty nasty cut this time."

Vilkas scoffs. "Didn't look nasty enough to need you there working on him for that long."

You stop in your tracks and whip around. This time, his eyes flick up to meet yours. The tingling sensation returns to your skin, except now, it spreads beyond just your head, running down your spine.

"Excuse me?" You cross your arms. "He was hurt, and I knew how to patch it up quick."

"Yes, so does Tilma," Vilkas protests, referring to the elderly servant who is often around tending to the Companions. He tilts his head, eyeing you intently. "Yet you always seem eager to step up first."

Heat floods the tips of your ears. "I'm the Harbinger. Part of my job is looking after the others."

"Yes, yes, I'm not denying that." The Nord waves his hand loosely. "Just pointing it out. This is the third time this has happened, you know?"

You snort. "What, you're keeping track now?" You narrow your eyes. "Hang on. You're jealous."

The eye roll you get in return is equal parts infuriating and attractive. "Please. Don't be childish," he mutters.

You ignore him and play the dangerous game of poking him further. "You know you can get yourself hurt around me, too." You crack a super sweet, super fake smile. "If you ask nicely, I might patch you up."

"I would rather bleed out and die, thank you."

You shake your head, looking away in exasperation. That has to be the cause for your heart rate rising and your temperature climbing. He is exasperating.

"I'm just looking out for him," Vilkas speaks up. When you glance at him, you realize he has stepped closer. You stare back at his storm-colored eyes, as intimidating as they are. "I don't want him making the mistake of getting tangled up with you."

You almost laugh at that, and bite your lip to keep from smiling. Vilkas's eyes dart down for just a second before meeting your own. You try to pretend like that gesture doesn't make your heart skitter.

"Give him some credit, he's smarter than that," you say. "He's just a friend. Not that you know what that is, you ray of sunshine, you."

His jaw clenches, and you watch the muscles of his neck flex as he swallows. Whatever insult he had ready, he thought better of it. A rush of victory swells in your chest.

But you see a flicker of something in his eyes, and there's a sinking sensation in your belly. Amongst the hard, icy emotions of that glare, there's something much softer. Something vulnerable, something you can't pinpoint but you recognize all the same, because it's something you've felt as well.

This is how it's been for a long time, too damn long. You hide behind your quips and your insults because you're afraid to face reality. The heavy, heart-wrenching reality that you have feelings for each other. To everyone else, it looks like you hate each other, when really, you hate how much you love each other.

"It's hard to be a ray of sunshine when you're a godsforsaken pain in my ass," Vilkas growls, and takes another step closer.

You should step back, you should. But the proximity of his body near yours traps you in place, and eventually, draws you in. You dare to lean closer.

"Well, I would stop, if it wasn't oddly entertaining," you murmur. "You are easy to rile up."

"You haven't seen me truly riled up."

The eye contact is searing your skin and blood, yet you don't dare break it. The voice in your mind is now screaming at you - back away, push him away, just move.

But there is also a voice telling you to grab him, to pull into him, to surrender. It takes all the effort in the world to resist.

"Not yet, maybe," you jab. "How do I get there? Do I have to patch up more muscular men?"

"Shut up," he warns, a hiss through his teeth.

"Or should I head to the inn and-"

You don't even get to finish your incessant babbling before his hand reaches for the back of your neck. You don't flinch - in fact, you let him pull you in and crash his lips against your own.

It's exactly as you imagined it, which embarrassingly, you did a lot. It's rough and firm and electrifying. His breath is hot as it mingles with your own, his stubble scraping the skin around your mouth. Your hands subconsciously claw at his torso, pulling him as close as you can, until you feel his chest against your own, drawing in the same heavy breaths that you are. His free hand grasps your hip, and your breath hitches briefly before he is plunging back in with a kiss so hard that his teeth skim over your bottom lip.

There is that hot, searing fire you always feel around him, coursing through your entire being. Burning hatred, burning desire. No difference right now, just one overwhelming inferno.

Muffled voices and laughter approach the doors a few feet away from you. Just as quickly as it happened, Vilkas lets you go. He steps back in two long strides just as the door opens.

Ria was busy giggling at something Torvar said, but she is quick to notice the tension in the room. "Woah. What's going on?" She looks between you and Vilkas. "You two look like you're about to kill each other."

You can't come up with a reasonable response, not when you're still trying to catch your breath, when your lips are still tingling with sparks and your mind is still in a white-hot daze. All you can do for a second is foolishly stare at Vilkas.

He glares back at you. Icy eyes that don't cool you down, but only make you feel warmer.

"Just a mild disagreement," he says, looking to Ria with surprising calm. Then he looks back at you. "But we'll settle it later."

Then he turns and walks away, like nothing happened. You almost huff out a breath of awe.

The other Companions pile in, chattering excitedly and ready to start preparing for dinner. You finally manage to move, your legs still feeling a little unsteady, but you try to help the others anyway, and try to keep hating him, even though now you think you love him more than ever.

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Dumb Dog [NSFW || Vilkas x GN!Masc!Reader]

— CONTENT: Masc-bodied reader but they're kept gn, pet play, size kink, dumbification elements, some monsterfucking and brief piss play

— AUTHORS NOTE: more submissive vilkas! i wanna see more submissive vilkas!

SUMMARY: To the rest of Whiterun and the Companions, Vilkas was a formidable warrior who was not only skilled in battle, but gifted in intelligence as well. But whenever he was getting demolished by you, you ripped that mask right off to reveal the big fuck-mutt underneath.

He used to see receiving anal as a threat to his masculinity, so he never had it until his first sexual encounter with you. He still had an insecurity towards being perceived as the “submissive” one in the relationship, so he put up his macho front again in public.

“Just be gentle, ok?” he stammered. His eyes flickered between your face and your cock, wondering how the hell you’d even fit it all. “Of course, love,” you cooed as you slathered some lubricant on your cock and then some on his asshole. One of the strongest fighters in the Companions - and in Whiterun - laid at the edge of the bed with a nervous expression you’ve never seen before. This oh so smart and ferocious warrior was about to take your cock up his ass, how sweet. “I’d never do anything to hurt you, just relax…”

Vilkas never had his mind so completely broken. You’ve fried all his brain cells and reduced him to a dog whose only purpose was to follow commands and cry during sex

Like every mutt, he loved being called a good boy. Besides the bedroom, you also said it during training sessions (when you two were alone) or after bringing down an enemy.

After clearing out a camp of bandits, you both turned towards each other with victorious grins on your faces. You reached over and placed your hands on the sides of his head, ruffling his hair as you would a dog, “Good boy! Goood boy! You are such a good guard dog!”  Vilkas looked utterly adorable. His pretty face was covered in blood, adorned with a beaming smile that revealed pieces of flesh between his teeth. He wore human remains so well! Just a second ago he was skillfully slaying enemies, and now here he was, soaking up commendation from his master. If he were in his wolf form, his tail would fall off from how fast it would be wagging.

Vilkas was tall and very muscular, but next to you, he was small. Just putting two fingers in his mouth completely filled it, and gods, you just loved shoving them in there. Little dummy would mindlessly start sucking and bobbing his head, or stroke your middle and index as he sucked on your thumb; similar to how he'd stroke your cock and suck your balls.

“Mmuuhh aah! Ouhh!” “Yeah…? You enjoying yourself…?” you growled between clenched teeth. All you saw before you was Vilkas bent over, having his body forced back and forth on your cock. His head hung low, causing drool to dribble off his top lip and fall in strings onto the messy sheets. He was getting the daylights fucked out of him, and there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to be sore after this. You removed your hands from his waist and stuck them in his mouth, stretching it into a smile with three fingers on each side. If only you saw how stupid he looked, the silly bastard. All he could do was roll his eyes back as you played with his body, head empty and full of bliss.

[Lycanthrope!Reader] You were even bigger in your beast form, holy hell. Your cock always left his ass a gaping, wide hole that oozed cum whenever you were done with him. You fucked him so rough and so good that he would leak a little.

Speaking of leaking, you both got the chance to leave your “mark” on each other. Farkas smelt a hint of you all over him but did not say anything even though it was so tempting to tease.

[Lycanthrope!Reader] Your stamina was also insane, and sex in your beast form also meant that he wouldn’t get sleep for a very long time, especially if he were in his form, too.

There have been multiple instances of animalistic sex in the remains of fallen foes.

Every sexual encounter added to the many scratches and bruises you both had. They could be played off as battle scars so it wasn’t a big deal if they were showing or not

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Another sebastian doodle before I ruined it with pen 😋

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NSFW Alphabet w/ Sebby

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s very tender and romantic after sex. He’ll get you a cup of water or whatever beverage you’d like, wipe yourselves down, cuddle with his face nuzzled against you. He’s not super chatty during aftercare, and he doesn’t need to be - your bond is so strong it’s telepathic, so he just lets the physical intimacy and silence speak for him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your chest. He could lay on it, cum on it, suck on it, touch it. Listening to your heartbeat does something for him - you're a living being, you’re still here, you’re alive, and your heart pumps along with his during this time together.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s a huge cummer, like strings of cum just go pouring out of him. It shoots so high that if he’s sitting or laying down it’ll get all over his chest and almost up to his neck. He can cum straight across your back if you’re in doggystyle.

It’s not hard to make him finish. He can literally do it free handed and just by your words alone.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

…He gets off to the thought of you kicking him in the nuts. He’d never actually do it (well… never say never?), but since your job has you moving all the time you’re quite strong, so he fantasizes about you taking that strength out… on him… in that way… teehee.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Since you were his first time, he had no idea what he was doing. It was a cute little awkward thing between the two of you as you both learned each other's bodies.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Good ol’ missionary. He loves to make eye contact whilst you two join bodies. You could reach up to cup his face, pull his hair, choke him, and kiss him. He liked to watch you dominate him from the bottom with that smug, orgasmic look on your face as you degrade/praise him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not goofy during sex so if you pop a joke he may or may not laugh. He’s too in the moment to think about funny stuff.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's usually pretty hairy and sometimes lets it grow long. He’ll trim it before it gets very crazy though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If you’re going slow and sensual he could be quite the romantic. He’ll shower you in kisses and compliments, saying “I love you” fairly often and especially when he’s about to cum. Sometimes he’ll cry from the intimacy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since he has you he doesn’t jerk off as much as he used to, but he still does it whenever he misses you. Sometimes just thrusting into the air and thinking about you is enough to get off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Submission

He doesn’t mind dominating you every once in a while, but he does prefer you doing it. He’ll fuck your holes whilst following your every command - go slower, faster, pull out, etc.

Petplay

What started off as him just wearing a cat headband in the bedroom turned into him eating out of a custom-made food bowl with his name on it. He wears a collar (that looks like a regular choker to others) that he pretty much always wears whenever he leaves the house. His friends and family question it but of course he replies with it simply being his favorite choker.

You’d taunt him for being so needy for your body, for wanting to breed you, how he’s so pathetic for needing you to take care of his heat while he fucks you :(

You both shared the role of a pet, however. He didn’t mind leading you around on a leash ;)

Public play

Most of your public play sessions took place at the pub, and since he could cum free handed and just by your words alone, you didn't need to lay a finger on him. Your sweet talk would be hidden beneath the noise of the crowd yet still loud enough for him to hear, remaining cool while you watched him quietly whimper and squirm in his seat. His face would go absolutely red, and whenever he reached his climax he’d hide his face in his arms or nuzzle against your neck, where you could feel and hear pathetic panting against your ear.

Luckily, his pants would be too thick for the semen to show through, but if you were feeling extra mean you'd have him go the rest of the night with that mess in his draws. You’d  tease him afterwards about how gross it was of him to play pool with friends whilst having cream in his jeans. What a dirty, dirty man.

Other public sessions would consist of having sex by the lake near his parent’s house. One time, right beside the pub everyone was in… Sam caught him with your genitals in his mouth and it was never to be brought up.

Praise/body praise

Sebastian was a slut for your adoration and loved getting admired from head to toe. He fully trusted you with his body, allowing you to touch and praise him as you please. You took great care of this precious man…

Him laid across your lap while being spoken to in a soft tone, his cock and balls being gently massaged with one hand whilst the other played with his hair. He was just so damn cute with his arms resting on his stomach, eyes closed and brows raised. You let him know how proud you were of him and that he was adorable, and all he could do was shake his head in response as he was too busy moaning. If he were deep in kittyspace he’d be purring as well.

Light bondage

He's not into anything crazy, but he likes having his hands tied behind his back

(If you don't have a penis) Pegging Cigarette play :}

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom and the mountain. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It takes a bit to get him riled up, but luckily for you you know just how to push his buttons. Affection and praise really gets this touch-starved boy going, along with text messages detailing what you’ll do to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to do with scat, piss, or spit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving as you give the messiest top ever. He’s become skilled at giving you head, too, and will stroke himself as he does so.

It drives him crazy to hear and feel you mumble “good boy” against his balls, or to hear you go “mhhmmm!” - a hum of approval towards his whimpers and submission  - while you throat him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If you couldn’t tell, he definitely likes it rough, but some times call for a more gentle, passionate fuck. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He enjoys them and you both do it pretty often. If you think it counts, getting him off in public free-handed would be a quickie too.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s pretty open to new things as long as they don’t surpass his limits.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

At first, he could barely last an hour because of 1) smoking and 2) shitty dietary habits, which all led to low energy. But as time went on his stamina would increase due to reduction in smoking, having access to fresher food (you’d also remind him to eat - it was a habit of his to forget to do so), and he’s started working out a bit. Now he could go about 5 rounds cumming back-to back :)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a fleshlight but doesn’t use it often. You both own a vibrator which you use on him in the bedroom and in public, and rope. He’s not too crazy about toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not really a huge tease, but when he does he’ll send you cheeky pictures of him in a suggestive position, scantily clad or nude, whenever you're away from home.

Honestly, it’s about how much you tease him. He’s just a poor lil guy at the hands of your torment :<

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s the most saddest, sopping wet boy ever. He whimpers, whines, and if he feels really good, he'll cry. He can range from soft to loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s pretty insecure about his body :(

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a tiny bit on the underweight side and has a slutty little waist

His nipples are blush pink and sensitive

He has a happy trail leading down to his cock. The word you often use to describe it is “pretty” - it's about 3 inches when flaccid and 6 when erect, with a pink tip and slight curve to it. His balls have a full shape with a pinkish gradient

He has the cutest bubble butt

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty fuckin high. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s quick to fall asleep. He needs his naps

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You think sebastian listens to sewerslvt?

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Subby Sebby [NSFW || Sebastian x GN!Reader]

— CONTENT: anal, mild mention of kink (hair pulling, praise), rough sex

— AUTHORS NOTE: I need more submissive sebastian in my life

SUMMARY: Fucking Sebastian in the ass is fun, via strap or cock

It was painful when sebastian took your length for the first time. He couldn't help it - the poor guy’s hole was so small compared to your girth, causing him to whimper with every inch that disappeared inside his body. You cooed words of comfort the entire time, a bunch of “goood boy”s and “that's it…” along with some headpats and kisses

The sight and feeling of this fucking twink beneath you was just incredible. You loved watching the mix of pain and pleasure flash across his face, the way his brows furrowed then raised and how tears welled at the corner of his eyes. It was precious.

The first time was slow and passionate, getting him used to the feeling and savoring the moment. You couldn't keep your lips off each other the entire time

Sebastian reached his orgasm way before yours, like not even 10 minutes into it. He had many in a row, actually. You found the fact that he came so fast to be so adorably pathetic, so from then on you used that to your full advantage

Prostate orgasms were nothing like he's ever experienced before, and he was immediately hooked. He was willing to have sex anywhere as long you guys didn't get caught

He loved how much of a slut he felt like whenever you were rough with him. For him, it was mostly the mental aspect of anal; it felt so feral and “forbidden”. What you guys did was considered “taboo” in Pelican town.

It felt even more taboo underneath his parents’ roof. Maru and David working on their science experiments, Robin running her shop, meanwhile their whore of a son would be in the basement getting plowed.

He'd be bent over his couch while you pulled his hair back. The force of your hips could damn near shatter his pelvis (it was just so easy to manhandle this lanky emo man)

Of course, ropes of cum just shot out of him like crazy. Orgasms back-to-back. Pitiful. Absolutely pitiful. So you did it again for the next hour

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idk if you do requests, but can you do sam or Alex smut? I don't have anything specific

Not at the moment do I take requests since I'm pretty inconsistent with writing, but maybe in the future!