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Letting Go - Oneshot

Summary: Miraak lets go of the past and looks towards his future.

Pairing: Miraak/f!LDB

Warnings: fluff, flirting, light angst, brief descriptions of ptsd, mentions of violence, possible thalassophobia triggers

Word Count: 1879

Prompt: none

A/N: this is the first oneshot I've ever posted on this site, so pls be gentle lol. Also I'm on mobile, so sorry about any spelling/grammatical errors. Find me on ao3

The only sound to be heard was the soft splash of the oars cutting through the water. No sound of waves crashing against the shore or the cry of seagulls, for even they didn't fly out this far.

If he squinted hard enough, Miraak could just barely make out the rocky outline of the northern coast far behind the Last Dragonborn.

The midday sky above was overcast and the ocean breeze was bitter. More than once he'd seen her shiver from a particularly harsh gale only to pretend that she didn't. A storm was brewing on the sea behind him, though with luck it would be many hours before it reached them.

"Not much further, now." Her eyes were fixed on the dark waves as she spoke.

"You've been saying that for the past hour." He grumbled, his arms starting to feel sore from this seemingly endless amount of rowing.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, a faint teasing smirk on her lips.

"Well, this time I mean it."

His gaze flickered down to the wooden chest resting by her feet, his curiosity still piqued as to its contents and purpose for being here.

He'd asked about it at the beginning of their voyage, among many other questions, but of course she'd just shrugged him off like she always does and said he'd find out once they were far out at sea. Well, they were far out enough.

He stopped rowing and fixed her with a hard stare.

"I'm not rowing another inch until you tell me what we're doing out here."

She finally turned and faced him fully, one of her dark eyebrows arched upwards. With a dead serious look in her eyes, she spoke.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to kill you, lock your corpse in this chest and dump it in the sea."

He blinked at her once, twice.

"Is it impossible for you not to act like a child all the time?"

She rolled her eyes then, with a sigh, she leaned over the chest and lifted the lid. Miraak peered inside with curiosity. His eyes narrowed at what he saw.

"Are those..."

"The Black Books, yes." She said, wrapping her arms around herself as another breeze rolled by.

True to her word, inside the confines of the chest were all seven of Hermaeus Mora's forbidden tomes, each individually wrapped in animal skins and tightly bound with rope.

"He will not be happy if we do this." Miraak cautioned after a short pause, his eyes still fixed on the evil books before him.

The books that had brought him nothing but suffering. Just looking at them made him feel... uneasy, for lack of a better word. It was the same feeling he always had in Apocrypha: alone, yet constantly under watch by an unseen entity.

She just shrugged nonchalantly. "He's not exactly thrilled with me anyways."

He stared at her, his brows pinched together. "Why?"

For a moment she appeared confused. "For starters, I shot him with Auriels bow, temporarily destroyed his plane of Oblivion and stole his favorite champion?"

He rolled his eyes and huffed out a breath. "No. I mean, why are you doing this?" He gestured towards the chest to make his meaning clear.

"Oh," she mumbled, suddenly avoiding eye contact with him. When she finally focused back on him, it was with a seriousness he'd rarely seen from her before.

"These books have brought us nothing but misery -- you most of all." He winced involuntarily at her words, but she continued. "Maybe doing this will give you- us, some closure. If not, then at least it'll piss Hermaeus Mora off, which is good enough for me."

He scoffed, "He is probably laughing at us as we speak, you know."

"Yeah. Well, he can choke on his own tentacles for all I care. Now, are you gonna keep rowing or what?" She asked, feigning irritation as she shut the lid of the chest.

He rolled his eyes but seeing as she revealed why they were there, he stayed true to his word and continued pushing the boat further out to sea.

"You are too eager to defy the Daedra." He admonished lightheartedly.

She shrugged, "We defeated him once. We can do it again."

He gave no response, though there were many things he wanted to say. Most notably that she was naive to think they could defeat a Daedric Prince twice. They'd merely gotten lucky the first time. He wanted to say that, but he didn't.

After a brief silence, she spoke again.

"How long has it been now?"

"Nine months, 14 days." He answered without skipping a beat.

"How time flies," she mused. "It feels like only yesterday that I was nursing you back from the brink of death."

"Don't remind me."

She smirked at his sour tone.

"Come on, I wasn't that bad of a caretaker."

Again, he didn't respond.

Miraak would much rather forget those first few weeks after he was freed from Apocrypha -- after she freed him from Apocrypha -- when he was so weak and ill that he couldn't even walk by himself, and he was forced to rely on the Dovahkiin's good will to help him.

He hated feeling so powerless. So vulnerable.

He'd learned from an young age how to take care of himself, but all those years trapped in Oblivion made him forget. For a long time it pained him to admit how much he needed her in the beginning, to help him remember how to be human. It wasn't quite as painful to admit now, but he'd still rather not be reminded of it.

"Is it such a bad thing to let others take care of you from time to time?" She asked, as if reading his thoughts.

"In my time, relying too much on others was a good way to get yourself killed."

"You're not in that time anymore."

She looked at him with a sincerity that made his insides ache. He almost couldn't stand it -- these feelings she aroused in him.

He looked down at the chest again, just so he didn't have to bear that look anymore.

"This should be far enough." She said suddenly.

Miraak stopped rowing and secured the oars in place. He watched curiously as she reached into her satchel laying on the bench beside her and withdrew an iron padlock. She paused for a split second before reaching out towards him with the padlock.

With little hesitation on his part, he took it from her open palm, his fingers lightly grazing against her skin. He saw goosebumps raise on her arm as he withdrew his fingers, but chalked it up to the cold. For a Nord, she didn't handle the cold very well.

His hands felt heavier than usual as he reached forward and snapped the lock shut around the latch, sealing the chest.

When he looked up at her, there was a hint of relief in her eyes. Like a huge weight had already been lifted from her shoulders. He felt it too.

"Ready?"

He nodded, unwavering.

They both stood carefully as to not tip the small rowboat over, each grabbing one side of the chest, and leveraged it precariously on the boats edge. Kneeling side by side, they shared one last look of determination then, after a deep breath, they pushed the chest overboard. Together they peered over the edge and watched it sink into the dark water below. With all luck, it will remain lost to the depths of the Sea of Ghosts forever.

Then they waited.

A minute passed, two minutes. For what felt like forever they remained there, holding their breaths as they stared into the icy water. Nothing ever happened. No mass of angry, slimy tentacles appeared over them, threatening to disembowel them for desecrating his precious tomes.

When it finally felt safe to do so, they each exhaled their long held breaths. Relief finally settled in his bones.

She spoke after another significant pause, if only to break the ice.

"When I 'won' the Oghma Infinium, the first thing I did with it was drop it into the sea. At least now it's wretched cousins can keep it company."

"Mora will not let this go unpunished. Sooner or later he will have his revenge." He hated that his voice wavered ever so slightly. He was never one to show fear. He could feel it, yes, but he certainly never showed it.

If she noticed, she gave no indication.

"Yes, he will," she said, her tone not lacking in surety. "And when he does, we will face him together."

Then she turned towards him, a faint smile on her face. His stomach nearly jumped out of his throat when her hand slowly slid over to rest atop of his own. Strangely though, he didn't move away. He should've moved away, but he found that he didn't want to.

Even before he'd been imprisoned for thousands of years, Miraak had gone out of his way to avoid intimacy. It was nothing but a weakness to be used against him. After being completely devoid of the touch of others for so long, he'd forgotten how nice it could feel.

Seeming to act on a will of it's own, his hand turned upwards and sought her own significantly smaller one. Her ice cold skin immediately warmed at his touch.

"Together." He repeated with a nod.

Her smile grew a little bit brighter, her cheeks turning a faint pink. It was only due to the cold air, or so he told himself.

"But until then," he continued, "let's get somewhere warm. You're freezing out here."

She gave his hand a little squeeze before pulling away, much to his disappointment. He tried not to let it show, but the way her smirk grew even more told him he was not as stoic as he thought.

His disappointment quickly faded, however, as he watched her take a seat on the bench he'd previously occupied. Still smiling, she crossed one leg over the other and pat the empty space next to her.

"Yes, let's go home."

Home. She'd never called it that before. It was always 'my house' or 'the house', but never 'home'.

Struggling to contain his own smile, he sat down next to her and started unfastening the oars. Before he could react, she scooted closer to him and huddled against his side, digging her hands into his robes for warmth.

She was shivering worse than he'd realized.

He wrapped one of his arms around her to grab the other oar. She angled her body in a way that allowed him to row while still being close enough to absorb his warmth. With a tranquil sigh, she rested her cheek on his chest, the peek of her head stopping just below his chin.

He tried to tell himself she was just cold, but he knew better. He'd always known better.

It was in that moment, with his ferocious little Dragonborn cuddled against his body for warmth, he realized that she was his home, and to his surprise, that wasn't such a scary thought.

For the first time in a long time, he had something worth holding onto and he never planned on letting go.

#the elder scrolls #tes writing #miraak x ldb #miraak #ldb #tes fanfiction #oneshot

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drabblesforsanguine · 5 years ago

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Random Miraak Headcanon #5

(+ a little bit of Atmoran hc)

Although Miraak is an absolute beast by modern standards (my personal hc has him at 6'8", 203lbs), he was actually considered to be fairly average size for an Atmoran man in the merethic era, maybe even on the smaller side of average.

Back then, the average height of an Atmoran man was 6'7"-6'10", while the women clocked in at around 6'2"-6'5". The Atmorans were practically giants by today's standards, and Miraak is still no exception despite being on the 'short' side.

#the elder scrolls #tes writing #miraak #merethic era #atmora #headcanon

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drabblesforsanguine · 5 years ago

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The Dragon Priests pt. 1

Hevnoraak

His name means Brutality, and he more than lives up to it. Do not be fooled by his youthful appearance, as Hevnoraak is actually several decades older than he appears. He maintains his visage with the blood sacrifice of his own followers, whom he sees as nothing more than cattle to be slaughtered for his purposes. Only one thing matters to him: Everlasting life. He cares for little else, not even what remains of his kin.

Krosis

Her name means Sorrow, for her grim countenance. Commonly known as one of the more benevolent of the Dragon Priests, Krosis rules for the sake of others rather than herself. If situation permits she is known to be kind and fair, but that doesn't mean she is one to be trifled with. When Paarthurnax was called upon by Kyne to teach mankind use of the Thu'um, Krosis served as his chief acolyte.

Miraak

His name means Allegiance Guide, for his belief that he will lead those loyal to him to salvation. Miraak hated the dragons long before he became a Priest of their Order, but like many others, he was forced to serve in order to survive. When a Demon appeared to him after decades of servitude and told him of his Dragonborn lineage, offering him the knowledge to expand his power, Miraak saw it as his chance for revenge.

Morokei

His name means Glorious, for his many accomplishments in both battle and politics. Morokei is one of few Priests who chooses to forgo the use of magic to preserve his youth, as he believes there are far more grand uses of the Arcane arts. Many say he is the most powerful of the Dragon Priests, though there are some among their Order who would argue. What cannot be argued is Morokei's aptitude for leadership; for almost two centuries he's been the reigning Priest of the thriving capital, Bromjunaar.

Nahkriin

Her name means Vengeance, for those who wrong her are sure to know her wrath. Unlike her peers, Nahkriin has chosen to serve her overlords in solitude, on the lonely summit of Skuldafn. She believes Alduin's right to rule is absolute and therefore has no interest in the petty issues of mankind. Beware whoever dare attempt to rise against her master, as she will destroy them without thought or mercy.

Otar the Mad

They call him Mad, but he wasn't always that way. Otar was once a powerful Chieftan - strong and good willed - but as years went on, his mind began to slip and he became cruel and unwise. Most believe old age to be the cause of his descent into insanity, though there are others who think a more malevolent force is responsible. Of them, most are quick to suspect Hevnoraak - who is known for dabbling in mind control magic - but there is no evidence to support this theory and no soul brave enough to accuse him.

Volsung

Her name means Horrible, for she inspires dread among all who look upon her. Although the youngest of the Dragon Priests, Volsung is not to be underestimated. Constantly living in the shadow of her powerful older brother, she has had to work double to make her own mark on the land, much to her success. For she is one of the most feared and respected among their Order, though still less so than Hevnoraak. If you are ever to compare her to her sibling, ensure she is not within earshot, or you shall suffer a fate worse than death.

Konahrik

Their name means Warlord, for they are the most ferocious and feared of the Dragon Priests. Konahrik is not a person, but a title given to an elected Priest during times of war, and will be given absolute power over the land. It is a great honor to be named Konahrik, as only the most ruthless and cunning individuals may be chosen.

#the elder scrolls #tes writing #dragon priest #miraak #merethic era #dragon cult #i worked on this for way too long

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drabblesforsanguine · 5 years ago

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Random Miraak Headcanon #4

It's pretty obvious that Miraak doesn't like being told what to do. Even if it will benefit him as well, if you're telling him, there's a very low chance he'll actually do it. He's stubborn and fiercely independent like that.

However, his attitude will change completely if you were to show doubt in his abilities or call him a coward. At that point, he will go out of his way to accomplish whatever task it was simply out of spite.

If someone were to figure this out (like, say, a mischievous ldb), it would be fairly easy to get him to do whatever they wanted. He would eventually figure out what they were up to, of course, but that wouldn't stop him feeling compelled to prove their accusations wrong.

#the elder scrolls #tes writing #miraak #headcanon

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drabblesforsanguine · 5 years ago

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Elder Scrolls OCs:

Vasärus Troll-Hammer // The Harbinger

Basics

Birth Name: Vasärus Whitemane

Other Names/Titles: Vas, Harbinger of the Companions, Champion of Hircine

Race: Nord, lycanthrope(werewolf)

Gender: Male

DoB: 10th of Last Seed, 4E 170

Birth Sign: The Warrior

Occupation: Warrior, Companion

Appearance

Face Claim: Clive Standen/Rollo Lothbrok(Vikings)

Height: 6'6"

Weight: 210lbs

Body Type: Brawny, muscular

Eye: Hazel brown

Hair: Oak brown, soft & wavy, hangs down to his lower back,

Demeanor: Intimidating, towering

Gait: Heavy, determined

Hand Dominance: Ambidextrous

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Good

Strengths: Loyal, trustworthy, courageous, selfless, good-natured

Flaws: Stubborn, hot-headed, self-critical

Motivation: Helping people

Hindrance: Self doubt

Likes: Hugging, fighting, mead

Dislikes: Liars, murderers, vegetables

Biggest Fears: Failure, losing those he loves, heights

Soft Spot: Those who cannot defend themselves

Skills & Combat

Class: Warrior

Weapon of Choice: Steel longsword

Secondary Weapon: One handed axe

Master: One-handed, two-handed

Expert: Block, heavy armor, unarmed

Journeyman: Archery, light armor

Apprentice: Smithing, sneak

Novice: Lockpicking

Inept: All magic, pickpocket

Other Skills/Hobbies: Battle strategy, horse riding,

#the elder scrolls #tes writing #original character #tes oc #not my gif

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drabblesforsanguine · 5 years ago

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Random Miraak Headcanon #3

Miraak is a notoriously picky eater.

As a dragon priest, he had nothing less than the finest food and drink, and the best chefs around to prepare every single meal to his exact specifications. Now he's lucky if he can get a venison chop at an inn that isn't completely unseasoned or overcooked. And don't even get him started on the food (if you could call it that) when traveling on the road: dehydrated meat, stale alcohol and whatever prey they manage to catch that day.

But the absolute worst was the first time he tried to eat horker stew at an inn. The moment the blubbery meat touched his tongue he immediately gagged and refused to eat such a "foul" thing. LDB simply rolled their eyes and ate his helping along with their own. It would be quite a long time before he finally got over his "refined taste", as he calls it.

#the elder scrolls #tes writing #miraak #miraak x ldb #headcanon #cw: eating

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drabblesforsanguine · 5 years ago

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Random Miraak Headcanon #2

In Apocrypha, Miraak had nothing but time on his hands. When he wasn't busy reading or plotting his escape, he was sketching Seekers and dragons in one of his notebooks with a stick of charcoal. After quite a lot of practice, he eventually mastered the skill.

After escaping Apocrypha, he would struggle to accept that he was truly back in Mundus. Sketching would end up becoming something of a coping method for him, capturing the likeness of every living thing he possibly could until his hands were sore just as a way to ground himself in reality.

#the elder scrolls #miraak #headcanon #tes writing #character with ptsd

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drabblesforsanguine · 5 years ago

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Elder Scrolls OCs:

Miraak // The First Dragonborn

(technically not an oc, I know, but so little is known about the guy that he might as well be)

Basics

Birth Name: Váli Snowborn

Other Names/Titles: Sonaan Miraak, Diist Dovahkiin/First Dragonborn, ex-Champion of Hermaeus Mora

Race: Atmoran

Gender: Male

DoB: 16th of Rain's Hand, unknown year of the Merethic Era

Birth Sign: The Mage

Occupation: Dragonborn, ex-Dragon Priest

Appearance

Face Claim: Tom Mison/Ichabod Crane(Sleepy Hollow)

Height: 6'8"

Weight: 203lbs

Body Type: Broad, lean

Eyes: ivy green(pre-apocrypha)/acidic green iris with black sclera(post-apocrypha)

Hair: Medium brown, wavy, shoulder length

Demeanor: Stoic

Hand Dominance: left

Personality

Alignment: Neutral Evil/Chaotic Neutral

Strengths: Perseverant, charismatic, academic, ambitious, intelligent

Flaws: Calculating, conceited, amoral

Motivation: Power

Hindrance: Arrogance

Likes: warm baths, fine wine, silk sheets

Dislikes: dirt, horker stew, people (he believes to be) below him

Biggest Fears: Humiliation, powerlessness, germs/uncleanliness

Soft Spot: pretends he isn't, but is a total softy when it comes to little kids

Skills & Combat

Class: Healer

Weapon/Spell of Choice: Various dragon shouts

Secondary Weapon/Spell: chain lightning or firebolt

Master: Destruction, restoration, alteration

Expert: Speech, one-handed, heavy armor, athletics

Journeyman: conjuration, enchanting, illusion, hand to hand

Apprentice: light armor

Novice: archery, block

Inept: pickpocket, lockpick, smithing

Other Skills/Hobbies: sketching, tying a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue, being a rude bitch

#the elder scrolls #tes writing #miraak #original character #not my gif

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drabblesforsanguine · 5 years ago

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I may do some of these for Hel and Miraak :3

Important OTP Questions (Send a ship to my ask box and some numbers!)

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

17) Who is more protective?

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

21) Who cuts the others hair?

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

26) Who kissed first?

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

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Miraak for the nsfw a-z please? :)

(Ask and you shalt receive)

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

By the time Miraak finds it within himself to be open to having sex, he’ll more than likely be able to openly express affection. With that being said, he sees it of the utmost importance to be sure you’re alright after the deed is done. He’ll clean you up, use some light restoration spells if he was rough and most certainly cuddle up.

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

As crazy as it might sound, his favourite part of you is your throat. As a dragonborn, it’s almost a direct link to your power of the voice. Ergo, he loves to kiss your’s and so on. His favourite part of himself...hmmm...he likes his physical appearance well enough but if he had to pick an absolute favorite it’s likely his hands.

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

He gets pretty damn messy. In addition to this, he enjoys cumming inside of his partner more than anything. Perhaps it’s a primal urge, whatever the reason is..all he knows is that he can’t help but be proud when he watches his spend drip from between your quivering legs.

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

He likes erotic literature and has on many occasions gotten himself off to the text and the fantasies the words invoke.

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

Before his seemingly eternal hold in Apocrypha, Miraak fancied himself getting into the beds of many women...and men...sometimes both...or many at all the same time. Come on, being a person in such high political power had its perks. Besides, it wasn’t like every night was all “sacrifice for the great dragonlords”. Plus, everyone thought it was fun getting to bed the famed “dovahkiin”.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Surprise surprise, he likes positions where he is allowed control. So positions like doggy style are right up his ally. However he also likes seeing your face sooooo, he loves having your legs up on his shoulders as he pounds into you in missionary. Don’t get me wrong though, he will still occasionally surrender control to his lover. In those times he prefers something sensual, like having his love sit on his lap.

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

Strangely enough, he’ll crack a couple wide quips here and there but for the most part he is determined and serious.

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

He’s an Atmoran man. They’re hairy. With that being said, he does still manage to keep things more “tamed” with the help of some wildly misused magic spells he learned. Also...yeah, the curtains match the drapes.

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

At first he wasn’t into it as much, considering the whole act of sex itself to be “good enough”. However after maybe two sessions of you fucking, he quickly decides he favors the feeling of having your hands interlocked..kissing your beautiful face..so yes, he ends up becoming pretty damn intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Usually he’ll just come to you if he has the urge...his time in Apocrypha however is a different story. He was bored okay? You try not being able to have proper sex with another human being for thousands of years.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, Choking, Size Kink, Voice Kink, Overstimulation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t care. Preferably the bedroom but honestly? You can say you want him to do you in the Solitude Castle Kitchen and he’ll just nod and drop the robes.

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

It’s easy to get him going. Nothing quite does it like you kissing his neck though.

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

For the love of Akatosh, please don’t bind him in any way or bring up Hermaeus Mora.

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

As mentioned before, he’s had some experiences so it’s fair to assume he’d be pretty good at giving oral. He much prefer hey his fingers involved too though. As far as preference goes...why not be fair and just do 69?

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

He tends to favor the rough pace.

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

He likes them a lot. Especially if the two of you are waking up from a night filled with the more sensual side of love making, he finds going at it hard and fast is a perfect way to start the morning.

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

He likes experimenting quite a bit. Just like I said, no binding.

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

Thanks to his Atmoran heritage and high libido, he has pretty decent stamina. It takes him a decent amount of time to blow and can easily go for 2-4 rounds.

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

Does using mild shock magic count?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’ll only do it if he knows that you can relieve your frustration sooner than later...but yes, he likes messing with you.

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

He’s a dovahkiin, of course he’s loud. He’ll groan, growl and even moan out sweet dovahzul praises followed by the desperate cry of your name.

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

He sometimes uses his Dragon Aspect ability, and encourages you to follow suit, while in the throes of passion. He considers it as a way to reflect his soul to you, allow you to see every bit of him. It’s rather romantic.

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

He’s a big, and mean, BIG man. That Atmoran blood don’t produce no shrimps...you can take that however you like. Underneath those robes lay a nicely toned body covered in patches of light brown hair...but that not what you’re interested in. He’s decently girthy and comes in at a mind numbing 8.1 inches when fully erect.

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

He likes to have sex and he likes to do it often. He may not be “addicted” but if you were to hint at wanting a round at any given time, there’s a high chance he’ll flash a bright grin and find somewhere private for the two of you to enjoy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends. If it’s one of those lovely romantic nights of long drawn out love making, he’ll happily fall right asleep so long as you are in his arms.

#thank you i love these so much #erötica #not mine

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