#lucien flavius x reader

[dovahkinniez]

` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.

HEY HEY. This did originally come from a request, which I accidentally deleted ... Like an idiot. BUT HERE IT IS. Anyway, this is a different layout, only slightly. And I'm trying to find spaces to enjoy writing again as I've been burnt out for a while due to work. If there are any mistakes, tell me or simply turn a blind eye. 🖤

Lucien is a respectful man, and he almost (dramatically) passed out from stress when they said there was only one room available.

What made it worse? You were to sleep there for two nights, and it wasn't like you could find elsewhere to sleep, you were both in the middle of the cold and harsh winters of Skyrim.

If he weren't pale from the cold before, he definitely was after hearing about the ever so unfortunate circumstances.

But you were so ... Calm?

Any normal person would find comfort in that, but it actually scared Lucien even more.

Because ... Why are you so okay with it?! Can't you see the life altering situation at hand here?!

But as you took off to your room, he followed behind with his eyes tired and mind worrying for the next two nights ahead.

'I will sleep on the floor.' — you laughed at his words as you flopped onto the gigantic bed, fit for three people. He watched, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly.

Lucien slowly sat on the end of the bed, clearly tired and cold, but alert from the feeling of sudden intrusion as you lay onto your side of the bed, "It's not that bad, Luci. We are friends, not strangers." You shrugged, unbothered. He was still slightly baffled by your lack of shock and issue with this, but you simply saw it as a difference in culture and upbringing. He grew up pampered with big beds to himself, and everything was handed on a silver platter at his beck and call. You doubted he'd ever slept beside anybody before, never mind a friend, and you knew he wasn't exactly experienced in the art of sex and romance.

The first night was ... Awkward.

— the first night.

After some time, he built a pillow wall between the two of you. Which, by the way, made you laugh. His dramatic actions caused only humour in you, so much that it warmed your cold body up from the long and harsh journey throughout the day. So instead of bringing him back down to Earth, you allowed him to fuss over nonsense for the pure entertainment value. You already knew that Lucien had a wicked dramatic streak, but the pillow incident really set it in stone.

— the second night.

The next hours to come consisted of laying in the dark with Lucien, eyes on the black ceiling with only little thought as you heard Lucien's breathing, which indicated he was still wide awake. "Can't sleep?" You asked after moments of silence, he moved his body, clearly uncomfortable. "No ... I am sorry if I have intruded." You giggled, then you heard him sigh softly. "It's not awkward, Lucien. You're making it awkward." He sighed once more before what sounded like was turning his body on the other side. "Very well. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Lucien."

The day went smoothly and Lucien's unneeded awkwardness has finally dissolved. By the second night, he was fine. Taking the pillow wall down, he lay in bed, shivering from the cold outside. "I told you not to wash in the lake." You grumbled, feeling the cold radiate from his skin under the sheets where you silently wished he had kept the pillows up. But instead you moved closer, taking his cold body beside yours with tangled limbs, your skin grew prickly with temperature shock as he froze, not from the cold, but from the sudden touch. "Breathe, Lucien. I'm trying to heat you up." He only nodded, reluctantly wrapping his arms around yours, his face pushed into your neck with deep breaths as you rubbed his back and entangled your limbs with his.

After sometime, his body calmed into a peaceful warmth between the two of you. His hands gently stroked the exposed skin of your back as yours played with the tangled golden hair atop his head, forehead touching with silent affection. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he doubted he would ever again; he questioned himself if you had ever felt like this before ... Somehow, the possibility caused a nasty feeling in his chest ... Was it jealousy?

All in all, it created a positive memory.

Lucien also realised that night that he may harbour some unknown feelings for you.

[absinthe-adonis]

lucien flavius x reader

warnings: pwp, blowjobs, finger sucking, mild choking, jerking off, dom!reader, sub!lucien, orgasm denial, begging

author’s note: ive never sucked a dick before unfortunately so i apologize if this is written weird. as always feedback and requests are very welcome!! i still have a nagging feeling that there are some weird clunky sentences and mistakes and/or i overused some words too much even though ive read this over three times now and sent it to two different people to read so i also apologize about that. however one of those people was a lesbian and she said “the fact that it kept me interested is extremely impressive”

“Why don’t we work on your training, Lucien?” As much as you wished he’d let you train him on more than one thing a day, you had to admit at least the days seemed to fly past when you were with him.

He looks up from the enchanting table, his face lighting up. “Really? Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this. What shall we work on this time?”

“Well.” You smile wryly. “Don’t take this personally, but I was thinking we should build up your stamina.”

His face pales dramatically. “Oh dear. You’re going to make me exercise, aren’t you?”

“Come on, come on, outside. You want to be able to hold your own in a fight for longer, don’t you?”

He groans, dragging himself dramatically toward the door. “I suppose so.”

You roll your eyes and walk out to the sprawling, vibrant yard of Tundra Homestead. Despite his complaints, Lucien is close behind you, as always.

“We can start easy,” you say, fighting back laughter at the look of dread he’s giving you. “15 push-ups. Make sure you count them.”

“Easy?! You overestimate me.” Resentfully, he lowers himself to the ground in the most dignified way he can and begins his set of very undignified push-ups. You fold your arms and watch him amusedly.

“One… two… three… f-four…” His strained, breathy voice gives you butterflies — and not in your stomach. To make matters worse, Lucien lets out a soft, broken moan as he reaches the sixth push-up. You tighten your grip on your arms, trying with all your might not to react visibly (or audibly).

His body shakes as he struggles to raise himself up and down, breathing heavily. You imagine what he would look like, unclothed and trembling beneath you, completely at your mercy-

You clasp your hand over your mouth, horrified at your own thoughts. Holy shit, this is so bad, he’s just your traveling companion, he probably doesn’t even-

Your train of thought is interrupted by Lucien exhaling loudly and collapsing on the ground. He looks up at you with forlorn puppy eyes. “Can that please be it for today?”

You nod stiffly. “Uh- yep. That’s fine. I’m gonna- I- I’m gonna- I’ll be right back.” You turn around and practically stumble back into the house.

You sit down on the side of your bed and stare at the wall, mind and heart racing. The attraction itself wasn’t even that bad- it had always sort of been there, ever since your first meeting when you asked if he was flirting and he got all flustered. It was cute. He was cute. But now, he’s hot, which is a completely and vastly different beast to deal with. And really, it’s the implications of the attraction that have you so frazzled. Also, how did such a short and simple thing drive you so insane with lust? Where did all of this come from? What if you accidentally change the way you treat him and then he feels bad or he starts treating you differently back?

The wooden rapping of knuckles against wood breaks through the deafening silence. Lucien poked his head through the door nervously. “Is- is everything all right?”

Gods motherfucking damn it. “Yeah, it’s okay, Luce. I dunno.”

“Were my push-ups really that bad?” He asks, the slight lilt in his voice and his concerned smile clearing the cloud in your mind a bit. You chuckle.

“Can I come in?”

You nod and pat the bed next to you. He sits, his knees tilted in towards you. “Do you, er… want to talk about anything?”

“I want you,” you blurt out. Lucien stares at you, mouth open.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, quickly standing up. “I shouldn’t have- oh my god, I’m so stupid, I’m sorry. You-”

You stop as he grabs your wrist, not pulling you back but not letting you leave either. “Do you mean, like-”

“Yes.”

He lets go of you, putting his fingertips to his lips. A deep coral hue floods across his cheeks. “Oh! Well. That’s- certainly something!”

“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything- I especially shouldn’t have said it like that- if you’re disgusted and want me to leave, you can just say that, I won’t-”

He gives you an incredulous look. “What? No! No, that’s not what I meant at all! I’m not- I mean, I’m not… opposed??”

Your brain seems to have shut off. “You… really?

“Well, I wouldn’t lie to you!” He says defensively. “Especially not about this, that would be cruel!”

A fiery sensation begins to burn in the pit of your stomach. “Lucien.” There’s a new deep, sultry quality to your voice, sending visible shivers down his spine. He looks at you, silently, expectantly.

“Would you want to? Right now?”

He swallows. “I suppose I wouldn’t-”

You don’t even allow him to finish his sentence before you push him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him. He gasps quietly, almost paralyzed.

You straddle him, placing one hand on his waist and leaning down to run the other through his soft blond hair. “Relax,” you purr into his ear. “You can tell me to stop at any time.” You move your hand down to palm the growing bulge in his pants. He lets out a soft whimper, and the fire in your stomach begins to burn brighter. “Fuck,” you whisper. “You’re so pretty.” You move your hand back to his waist and start grinding against him, eliciting more muffled moans from his closed mouth. You run your thumb across his lips. “You like this?”

He nods fervently. “Yes- gods, that feels- really good-” His high, whiny voice is like a divine symphony. Your hands travel slowly down his sides until you slip your thumbs under the waistband of his pants, causing him to stir in anticipation. You drag them down his slim, downy legs, and slide yourself back onto your knees. He whines at the absence of stimulation.

“Sit up, Lucien.”

He inhales sharply and slowly props himself up with his arms, which you can see are shaking with nervousness and excitement.

“Now take your shirt off.”

He nods and eagerly pulls it over his head, tossing it to the side. You allow your gaze to indulgently explore his exposed body. “Look at you,” you breathe softly. “So obedient for me.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, whining again and rolling his hips forward. You reach out and hook your fingers onto his loincloth, slowly and agonizingly pulling it down to reveal his rapidly hardening cock, dripping with precum.

“Hmm,” you hum appreciatively. “Already so wet. You want me to suck your dick, Lucien?”

“Yes,” he says in a quiet, choked voice.

“Oh, you’re gonna have to do better than that, Luce. I want you to beg for me. I want you to show me that you want me as much as I want you.”

“Please,” he mewls. “Please, please, I need you- I n-need you, please make me feel good, please-” His words dissolve into incoherence as you grasp onto his thighs, your fingers sinking into his plush skin, pushing his legs further apart. He lets out high, shuddering moans as you put your lips against his cock, swirling your tongue languidly around his tip. “Fuck- oh my gods- aah-”

You continue to suck teasingly at his tip, thoroughly enjoying his taste, the heat of his skin, the high desperation of the noises he’s making. You can feel him squirming, and you can see his hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets in the corners of your vision.

“Please,” Lucien moans. “I need more- more, please-”

You laugh softly, the vibration of the sound making him sigh wantonly. You move your head down his shaft, sucking and caressing him with your mouth and tongue. His hips buck up involuntarily, his long cock hitting the back of your throat. “Ah- sorry- fuck. It feels- so good- so good-”

You smile and reach up, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on the back of your head. His fingers immediately lace through your hair, holding firmly onto you. “Oh my gods,” he groans, and starts slowly pushing your head up and down. You relish in his pleasure, in how perfectly his dick seems to fit in your mouth. You shift your hands to his hips, and he whines loudly, thrusting forward.

You can tell he’s holding back, trying to keep his composure. You wish you could tell him it’s okay, he can let go, but you don’t want to stop. His cock is absolutely intoxicating, and you need more of it. You want to make him completely unravel. You increase your pace, bobbing your head up and down, and using your grip on his hips to pull him closer to you, farther down your throat. He cries out your name, and you can feel him quivering beneath you. Yes. Fuck. Oh my gods. Your hands curl into claws, your nails scratching at him in blind desire. His yelps and moans only make you more and more insatiable.

But suddenly, you have an idea that makes an evil smile spread across your face. As wonderful as it would be to swallow every last drop of his cum, you want to see him. You continue to suck on him, rapidly and passionately, coaxing him towards his orgasm-

-And then, you pull back. He practically screams in agony, thrusting hopelessly into the air. You look up at his face; his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth wide open, his features twisted together in pleasure and pain. “N-no,” he gasps out. It takes every ounce of willpower in your body not to pounce on him and finish him off right there.

He opens his eyes and looks down at you pitifully, panting and twitching, leaning back on his hands. “Please, please, keep going, please-”

You climb up on top of him and then swing around, pressing yourself against his sweat-slicked back and putting your lips against his ear.

“I’m going to help you jerk off that pretty cock of yours, and you are not going to cum until I say you can.”

He whimpers quietly, and you reach forward and place your hand on his, guiding it to his throbbing dick. He wraps his fingers needily around it, and you did the same between his. He starts moving his fist up and down, but you tighten your grip and force him to slow down, to which he lets out a heavy, drawn-out moan. You splay your free hand across his smooth chest, stroking his skin, slowly traveling upward until you clasp it around his throat.

Lucien lets out a depraved keening sound, his own free hand shooting backward and finding your thigh, then clutching onto it for dear life. You look at the hopeless expression on his face, completely lost in pleasure. “That’s my good boy,” you croon in his ear, earning yourself another sweetly strangled moan.

“Please,” he stammers out, hardly able to speak. “Please let me cum, please, I want to cum, please, I need it so bad-”

“Mmm, not yet, Luci.” He groans in pain, both at your response and as you remove your hand from his. “Don’t stop, now. Keep the same pace. Be a good boy.”

“I will, I will- I’ll be such a good boy for you, please, plea-” You cut him off by shoving two fingers into his mouth, essentially having him in a headlock now. “Suck.”

He moans again around your fingers, and does as you ask. Your entire body feels as if it might burn to a crisp at any moment, seeing the pleasure he’s in because of you. He can barely concentrate on jerking off and sucking your fingers at the same time. The beautiful noises he’s making are steadily amping up in volume and desperation, and he’s becoming sloppier and shakier the more his restraint fades into utter ecstasy.

You push your fingers further into his mouth. “Does my pretty boy want to cum?” You ask sweetly. He nods and whines in response.

“Cum for me, Lucien. Show me how good you feel.” You clamp your legs on either side of his torso, spreading your fingers out in his mouth, squeezing his throat in encouragement. In a few seconds, hot streams of cum burst out of his dick, covering his hand, his legs, his stomach, the sheets, even the floor. You press hard, passionate kisses against his shoulder, cheek, and neck, everywhere you can reach, as tremors rack his body and his moans reach a heavenly climactic chorus. He calls out your name, over and over, pushing himself into you as he orgasms.

Finally, he goes limp, breathing like he had just run a marathon. You let yourself relax in the blissful intimacy of this moment, before peeling yourself off of him and gently lowering him down onto the bed, pressing a final kiss to his lips. “You’re perfect, Lucien. You did so good.”

“You,” he answered breathlessly. “You’re amazing.”

You cup his cheek in your hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

The you spend the next few minutes cleaning the mess off of him and his surroundings with rags from your bedside table, while he apologizes profusely no matter how many times you assure him it’s okay (and you actually think it’s very hot). He still doesn’t seem to have complete control of his motor skills back yet.

What a man. You already can’t wait for the next time you get to rail him senseless.

[tunahaswares]

- Lucien Flavius headcanons .

Lucien is book smart but absolutely not people smart. if you ask if he's flirting with you when he talks to you the first time, he stammers over his words and makes it sound *even worse*, which is so dorky and adorable to me. He knows a lot about history and random facts about the Dwemer, but he doesn't know how to adapt that knowledge to people. I mean, what he knows doesn't even begin to translate to socializing.

But he's still so naturally charismatic in a silly goofy way. He sings songs, does rhyming games with Inigo, tells you scary stories by the fire, etc etc. He has RIZZ he just doesn't know how to use it. or that it even exists.

(This man giggles and tells me I made him blush and I'M FUMBLING SO HARD IM TAKING SCREENSHOT AFTER SCREENSHOT- he did a little idle pose where he tilted his head and I squawked like a bird in shock.)

and his REACTION when you activate the lover stone.... whatever he says, he ends it with "not that I... ah..." like he's gonna say "not that I'm not interested in you!" or whatever. I forget the specifics of what he said, but he's saying the stone is better for the player and not for him, and is just generally embarrassed. I'd wager he's never been in a relationship before. He's always been study study study, books books books. And daydream daydream DAYDREAM.

Good lord his head's in the clouds sometimes. He's also confident in a weird way? Like he has self doubt, evident by how he asks Inigo "do you think I'm useful?". But when you kill your third dragon with him, he makes an off handed comment and calls your team "team Lucien". so he definitely has a fully fed ego from his very loving parents who gave him EVERYTHING. It's not like he ever asked his parents for dating advice, though. He never thought he'd need it!

So here he is, fumbling and turning bright red as he tries to convey his feelings.

"Well... you see, what I wanted to talk to you about was, I think I'm... No, I know I'm- would that even be the right word? I do really like you but can I even call it that? i-"

and he goes on and on. Can he say it? can he just say he's in love? isn't that a strong word?the poor guy is losing it.

I'ma just kiss him to shut him up fr fr

anyways.

He's totally a little spoon. He's barely even toned. Skinny and short, he needs to be protected and kept warm! Skyrim is a harsh land, very cold! He over thinks romantic gestures though. and affection.

He wants to hold your hand but "oooh is that okay? should he ask or would that be weird? but you're so stunning illuminated by the campfire... maybe he wants to kiss you instead - NO too much!" It gets him blushing just thinking about making a move like that!!!!

Oftentimes he will ask and need to be reassured he's doing the right thing by asking, or told he doesn't have to ask. depending on personal preference, ofc.

He's a darling angel. Don't worry, he gains confidence overtime! He can kiss you on the cheek and not feel like he's gonna explode! he still gets embarrassed, especially if you tease him over it.

"Aawww, still in love with me, Flavius?"

"Oh gods, not this again..."

You could never annoy him, even if his tone says otherwise. He gets frustrated being teased, but that's just overcooked embarrassment if you think abt it.

Loves pda but would never admit it... he feels comforted by it, just as long as it's not too much.

Hold his hand or wrap your arm around his waist. Bonus points if you do this while in windhelm. hates that fucking city, but LOVES showing u off to the Nords... look he's dating the fucking last dragonborn and ur not... who's the milk drinker now huh bitch???

Lucien loves to just relax after a long day. Reading to you is his favorite. He'll even try to cook dinner for the both of you if you're too tired after a whole days worth of preventing dragons from singing his ass.

As you fall asleep, head resting on his lap as he reads to you, Lucien will silently stroke your face and close his book.

And just… sit there. Admiring you. How did he ever get so lucky? You've saved him more time than he could count… He hopes his love is enough to repay you for that.

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wrote this on discord in midst of a ramble lol. Y'all deserve it tho

[xjunkriidx]

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.

[skyrimpals]

Y/N: The year is 9. Some motherfucker be touching cow tits and oh boy, he's about to invent cereal

Lucien: ...I beg your pardon

Y/N: Then beg

@clownface809

[dalishthunder]

Destiny Waits for No One

Chapter 6 - On the Road Again

Pairing: Nebarra/LDB (Gender Neutral Reader) Rating: Mature Words: 1523 Additional Information: Slow Burn, Nebarra is an ass, Giving alcohol to minors Read on AO3

"So you mean to tell me, they're fighting over her? Over Camilla?" Nebarra asked as you left the inn the next morning after having had to listen to the plight of Faendal and Sven, both hopelessly in love.

You thought it was kind of sweet really; To be in love with someone... though perhaps not so much that you were willing to sabotage other people and lie to where your affection found its home.

You wondered if there was someone out there waiting for you to come home. Wondering if they thought you were dead... if they'd moved on. If anyone had even ever felt that way about you.... Or if you were alone in the world before meeting your friends.

Camilla was returning with a bucket on her hip from the river, a soft smile on her face as she worked, waving to an old woman sitting on a porch. "Yeah, I wonder if she knows how sweet either of them are on her."

He let out a little noise of disgust, "I'm just saying if you're going to be fighting over someone shouldn't they at least be attractive?"

Elbowing Nebarra, you whispered a harsh, "Can you be polite for once in your life?" She gave you a smile as well as she entered the shop, "Besides, I think she's rather comely."

"Of course you do."

"Are you always this unpleasant?" Kaidan slung an arm around your shoulders as he shot Nebarra a look.

"Yes."

"I bet he's in Skyrim because the other High Elves hate him too." Lucifer piped up.

"Is that why you're here instead of Black Marsh?" Nebarra bit back.

"No! My reasons for being here are too complicated for someone like you to understand."

"How old are you?"

Lucifer eyed him suspiciously. "Twenty or twenty two."

"Let me guess, you're trying to find yourself." The altmer sneered, and Lucifer's eyes narrowed.

"Wouldn't you-"

You buried your face in your hands, leaning heavily against Kaidan's side. "Can't we just get along? Just for while we're on the road? Please."

"I'll behave if he does."

You exchanged an exasperated look with Xelzaz. "We're going to play a game."

"Oh I love games! Can we play 'I Spy'?" Khash asked.

"That sounds like an excellent idea!" Lucien agreed. "Maybe a word game? Something with rhyming?"

You'd thought about playing a game to see who could stay quiet the longest, but the rhyming game seemed fun. "Yeah, sure."

"I have an even better idea," Nebarra grumbled, "We just march in silence instead."

Rhyming game it was.

"How do we play, Lucien?"

It was fairly enjoyable. You didn't recognize all the words, but it was fun bonding with your companions even if Nebarra refused to participate. And it occupied much of your journey along the road. You stopped for the night in a cave, a little over halfway to Ivarstead. Xelzaz prepared an absolutely delicious meal for you all which Nebarra, unsurprisingly, refused to eat, instead setting up his tent and eating inside away from everyone.

More for you then.

Lucien was fitting well into the group despite his lack of experience. He and Xelzaz enjoyed getting into passionate conversations about intellectual pursuits, and you really wished you understood them. You tried to absorb as much as you could, writing it down in your journal. Inigo, Khash, and Kaidan were playing some sort of Khajiit card game that Inigo had procured from one of the caravans. It really way relaxing....

But tomorrow you were to face your destiny.

At least you'd have some idea of who you were…. Who youare.

Somehow you'd managed to sleep through most of the night despite the nightmares. And though you wouldn't have called the sleep restful, it was better than nothing.

Nebarra was sitting around the fire when you left your tent, already packed up and ready to go.

"Morning," He said without even looking up.

"Morning." You sat next to him, taking a swig from your waterskin.

"What, no singing? No morning whistling? No irritating humming?" The altmer asked after a long period of silence. "No deliberate attempts to ruin my morning?"

"Have you done anything that makes your morning worth being ruined?" You replied.

"No."

"Then you have your answer."

"I hadn't realized you were capable of such reason."

You turned to look at him, eyes narrowed, something sour on your tongue. "What is your problem?"

"Touchy," He snipped. "I-"

"G'mornin." Kaidan interrupted with a yawn as he stepped out of his tent, shirtless despite the cool morning air. Though you supposed having grown up in Skyrim probably helped abate the cold. His scars from the prison were beginning to fade; the poultices from you and Xelzaz had really been working their magic. He must have found just enough room between you and Nebarra because he plopped himself down; Knees bumping up against your own.

"Do you mind?" Nebarra hissed, scooting away immediately. "Humans really don't have any manners do they?"

Kaidan just wrapped an arm around your shoulders and gave him a dry look. "A proper nord knows how t' keep warm on a cool morning."

"Then put some clothes on. Do you really expect people to believe you're a nord?" The mer pulled a bottle of wine from his pack, sticking a straw in and finagling his helmet to take a sip.

A shadow passed over Kaidan's face for a moment, "I was raised by a nord, as a nord.... But no, that nord ice doesn't flow through my veins if that's what you're trying to say. Truth be told, I don't know what I am... I don't even know the race of my own mother."

"Oh...." Nebarra went quiet.

You put a hand on Kaidan's and leaned into him, "I don't know how much help I'll be, but I can help you try to find that all out.... If you'd like that is."

"You'd do that for me?" The shock in his voice was almost almost hurtful.

"Of course! What are friends for? You're helping me, after all." You flashed him a toothy smile.

He laughed, "I'm paying off a life debt, Dragonborn. But, aye, I won't turn down a favor from a friend."

"You really just go saving whatever poor slek wanders on your path, don't you?" Nebarra mused, nursing his bottle of wine.

"I can think of one we probably just should have put out of his misery...." Kai shot him a look.

"Ohoho, you really think you can take me on, big man?"

You looked between them, discomfort welling in your gut, "Guys-"

"You have all the bark of a high elf, but none of the height-"

"Don't you think it's a little early in the morning to be having a dick measuring contest?" Xelzaz wore his exhasperation on his sleeve. You'd have thanked the gods, but you were pretty sure they weren't listening, so you sent a silent thanks to Xelzaz instead.

You helped him with breakfast, waking the rest of your companions for freshly scrambled kwama eggs and leeks, and Khash helped you both with the cleanup afterward, and before you knew it you were on the road again.

Clouds loomed on the horizon as you wound your way through the cold mountain path. A light snow began to fall, steadily getting heavier as the day progressed. Not enough to impede your vision too much, and you made sure that everyone had a buddy to keep track of so nobody got lost, but it was enough that it made the road harder to differentiate.

You had begun to contemplate stopping for the evening when you saw the telltale signs of civilization just over the hill. Sunset was upon you as you trudged through the snow and into the local inn, welcoming the warmth of shelter. Some hot mulled wine warmed you up from the inside, and despite the look you got from Xelzaz, you let Khash have some of yours. Just a few sips, nothing to get drunk off of, but enough to help her warm up.

"I cannot believe that you like that stuff..." She said after her second sip, wrinkling up her nose.

You just snickered. "More for me then."

Lucifer sat down next to her and she rolled her eyes, getting up to go listen to the bard.

"I don't understand why she doesn't like me." He bemoaned.

Kaidan clapped him on the shoulder, "Give it time, I'm sure she'll come around."

You closed your eyes for a moment.

Seven Thousand Steps.

You were supposed to climb The Seven Thousand Steps tomorrow and meet the Greybeards.... Hopefully the weather would clear up. While you were still laden down with some coin from the Jarl, inns were not something you wanted to have to spend all of it on.

So you bunked up with your friends... and Nebarra... letting Khash curl up between you and Kaidan. It was a tight fit on the bed, and the sound of snoring didn't exactly help you fall asleep. But you couldn't toss or turn to find a more comfortable spot....

You settled in for a long night.

[themildlyanxiousmage]

Loredas at Denny's

Characters: Reader insert, Erandur, Taliesin, Gore, Lucien, Miraak, General Tullius, Elenwen

platonic, but could be read as romantic with Miraak if you want

No plot, just breakfast

GN reader has social anxiety and is shorter than Taliesin and Miraak. Lore accurate heights, so everyone is shorter than Taliesin and Miraak. Reader is vegan. Just suspend your disbelief or pretend you're on a diet or something sorry.

This is my first fanfiction, so I apologize in advance. Also, I started it while drunk, but I feel like the drunk parts might be better, so sorry about that too.

And sorry about how I wrote the custom follower characters. I had a harder time writing them.

Not a modern au, there is just Denny's

Words: idk I wrote it on my phone's notepad

After successfully stopping Potema for the second time, your adventuring party decided to splurge for a celebratory breakfast at the Solitude Denny's. You hadn't been the biggest fan of eating out, but you had hopes that this could be a fun experience for the group. Erandur, the most mature out of your band of weirdos, led the group through the large wooden doors, followed closely by Lucien, Taliesin, Miraak, you, and finally Gore.

Erandur approached the entry counter and greeted the lone server, an argonian woman whose name tag read "Waits-Many-Tables."

"Good morning, my daughter. We would like a table for six, please." Erandur requested in his usual calm, comforting priest tone.

"BOOTH!" Gore shouted from the back.

The exhausted, overworked employee quietly sighed with a gentle eye roll and grabbed a stack of menus. She gestured for your group to follow and led you to a booth clearly meant for four. You could hear a quiet sigh come from General Tullius, who was seated at the booth next to yours. He was not very pleased to have such a large group seated so close.

"Perhaps we should request a table for six instead" Taliesin remarked.

"No tables for six available" Waits retorted.

"Not even in the back room?" Asked Erandur.

"Back room's reserved."

"This will be fine then. Thank you, my daughter."

"I'm calling a window seat." Taliesin said hastily as he slid into the booth connected to the back of General Tullius's.

"I would also like a window seat, please." Erandur politely requested. Everyone unseated quietly gestured for him to take the open seat, so he slid into the space opposite Taliesin.

"I will be on an outer seat." Miraak demanded in his deep, booming voice as he moved to stand next to the booth Taliesin was sitting in. General Tullius side eyed Miraak as he sipped his coffee.

"I wouldn't mind sitting between you two!" Lucien cheerfully stated as he stepped forward to slide in next to Taliesin, only to be stopped by Miraak shoving him away to the other side of the table.

Miraak grabbed your shoulder and pushed you in next to Taliesin. He slid in, sitting half way off the booth, pinning you between the two towering men. They both let out an uncomfortablely annoyed exhale as you scrunched your shoulders to try to make yourself smaller. Lucien quietly slid in next to Erandur, followed by Gore sitting with one leg out of the booth. Waits-Many-Tables placed menus in front of each member of your party, giving Erandur the senior menu and you the children's menu. Before either of you could protest, she was off tending to another table. You realized your hood was still up, and next to the two giants you're seated between, she must have mistaken you for a child. You glanced at Erandur and noticed a slightly disappointed look on his face.

"Are you going to ask her for a normal menu, Erandur?" You asked in a low tone, trying to keep quiet enough to not disturb the general sitting directly at your back.

"No, my child. I was intending to order from this menu when we came in." He responded priestishly. "But, I would have preferred to request the menu myself." he added with a short chuckle, trying to hide his pain.

You didn't want to go through the trouble of asking Waits to bring you a new menu, so you decided to see if you could find anything to order on the children's menu. Unfortunately, the only thing that would meet your dietary needs was a bowl of pre cut fruit for four gold. Disappointed, you thought that maybe you could look over Taliesin or Miraak's shoulders to read theirs. Taliesin was almost as scrunched as you were, so his menu was almost closed. No use trying to read his. You stretched your neck a bit outward to the side to get a better look at Miraak's without moving your torso at all. Miraak let out a mildly irritated sigh and held the menu closer to you, and you gave him a quiet thanks. Unfortunately, none of the meal options were vegan, but you did see a few more side options that you could use to build a nice breakfast. Maybe this meal wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Is that Elenwen?" Lucien asked, looking over his menu towards the entrance of the diner. Taliesin inhaled anxiously as he quickly buried his face deep in his menu. You heard the general nearly choke on his coffee, and you carefully turned as much as your neck would allow to see Elenwen and a party of five other thalmor gather in the entry. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Tullius trying to lower his head and carefully cover his face with his hand. To the relief of both Taliesin and the general, Waits-Many-Tables led the group of thalmor past both of the booths, and through the archway of the back dining room.

"Why are they here?" Taliesin hissed in a whisper tone. Gore leaned out of the booth a bit to try to get a better look through the archway far behind him, but saw nothing unusual. Just a group of thalmor sitting down during the Loredas breakfast rush.

"They're just sitting there, but they're at a pretty big table. Could probably seat a large party." Gore reported as he turned back to face the table. "Hey Blood," he whispered as he leaned towards you, resting his elbows on the table "Maybe the general would know."

All eyes from around the table shot at you like arrows, waiting for you to ask Tullius what was going on. You let out a dreading sigh, not happy to have to be the one to disturb the general during his breakfast, but resigned to the fact that you had the best shot out of anyone in your party to get an answer out of him. You carefully shifted and turned as best you could, slowly spinning around between the two giant men on either side of you until you were seated on your knees. You looked down at the back of General Tullius's head and quietly cleared your throat, hoping to get his attention. When he did not respond, a pain in your stomach grew as you realized that you would actually have to disturb him.

"Excuse me, General Tullius sir?" You asked quietly, voice shaking slightly. The general heard you. You know he heard you. But he did not respond. He took another sip of his coffee, slowly lowering his head even lower to try to deter you from talking to him.

"I'm sorry, General, may I ask a quick question?" You asked a bit louder, but still with a quiver in your voice. Again, no response. You started to shift back around, but you felt a strong, gloved hand grab your shoulder and hold you firm facing the general's direction. Miraak was not going to let you back down. You took a deep, shaking breath and gathered your strength. You shouted down dragons with barely any effort. You could ask General Tullius a simple question. You breathed in, and one more you inquired, "Excuse me general!"

Your voice made a sad, cracking squeak as you spoke. You heard a couple of quiet chuckles from your friends as you prepared to turn back around. But whether from pity at your feeble attempt to be assertive or just from a hope to get you all off his back, General Tullius sighed and turned around to face you, resting an arm on the back of the booth.

"Yes, dragonborn?" The general asked with an extremely apparent annoyance in his voice.

"Sorry to disturb you sir, but I was wondering if you knew why the thalmor were meeting here?" You asked in an anxious, hurried tone, visibility uncomfortable from the feeling of inconveniencing him. The general's face softened as he let out a sigh.

"No, I don't." He responded in much more understanding tone than the group was used to. "I was wondering myself, actually." He looked down with a deep pondering expression. Everyone sat in thought for a brief moment until Waits-Many-Tables brought over the general's grand slam.

"Okay. Thank you. Sorry, to disturb you, sir." You said as you slowly shifted back around to face your table. The general gave a quiet "no worries" nod and hand wave as he turned back to eat his biscuits and gravy.

"Is it possible they're just enjoying breakfast like we are?" Lucien asked. You all exchanged looks as you considered the possibility.

"More thalmor!" Gore warned. Taliesin buried his head again, and you heard the sound of choking from behind you. Six more altmer in thalmor robes walked past to join their comrades in the dining room.

"Taliesin, if you're worried about being noticed, why are you still wearing your old uniform?" You asked after the thalmor had cleared the archway.

"It's not my fault all of Skyrim's clothes itch and don't breathe!" Taliesin fired back.

Before anyone could discuss the new additions to the back room, Waits-Many-Tables walked up with her note pad to take orders. She looked at Erandur and waited for him to give his order.

"May I have the strawberry yoghurt with granola and a cup of canis root tea please?"Erandur asked politely. Waits wrote his order with a confirming grunt. She looked up towards Lucien, and you felt your chest tightening as you thought about how you were going to have to order.

"May I please have a French toast slam with scrambled eggs please? And just water is fine, thank you." Lucien asked in his polite, cheerful tone. Waits took down his order.

"I'd like a lumberjack slam, please. And a coffee and a glass of milk too please!" Gore stated. Waits took his order, then looked at Taliesin. You felt yourself jump with nervous anticipation as you prepared to ask about your order.

"May I please have the apple cinnamon pancakes, with a large glass of apple juice?" Taliesin asked in his song like tone. "And may I substitute the horker bacon for potatoes please?"

"No substitutions."

"I'll eat your bacon Taliesin!" Gore exclaimed.

"It's two gold to split a plate." Waits added.

"Then just keep it on my plate." Taliesin said with an exhale.

"We're out of large on the apple juice."

"Don't you just pour it into a glass?"

"We're out of large glasses. Slips-Often broke the last one this morning."

"Can you put it in two smaller glasses, please?"

"No."

"Okay." Taliesin said with confused acceptance. Finally, it was your turn. You felt your heart race as Waits's eyes met yours.

"Hi, I'm sorry, I was wondering if the hash browns were made with any animal products please? Sorry." You asked nervously as you heard a sigh come from both Miraak and the booth behind you.

"No."

"Okay, thank you. Then may I please order a side order of hash browns, a side of fruit, and a side of sourdough toast with no butter, and ice water please?" You asked quickly with a high pitch and hurried tone.

"We're out of sourdough. We have honey wheat."

"Then, uuuhhh, no thanks on the toast... please. Thank you." You sat back with an exhale, sinking back into the booth.

"Country fried steak. Side of fruit. Black coffee." Miraak asserted as he handed his menu to Waits. She wrote down his order and collected everyone's menus. As she left Gore's eyes turned to Taliesin.

"How're you going to hide now?" He asked. Taliesin's eyes widened at the realization.

"Miraak, may I borrow your-"

"No."

You gently patted Taliesin's shoulder. You stretched your neck a bit as you tried to get a better look through the back room's arch. You couldn't see much, but you could see Waits-Many-Tables taking the orders from a large banquet table. If orders were already being taken, then everyone was probably already back there, and hopefully you could enjoy a bit of peace. Maybe even be finished and leave before they left the back room. You sank back a bit and let out a quiet, content sigh. Yes, you were a bit squished, but you were safely tucked between two of your friends. And in Skyrim's cold, it wasn't so bad to be this close sometimes. As Waits came to set out your drinks, you started to feel a bit calmer. Maybe this meal would turn out okay after all.

"Elenwen." Miraak stated in a monotone voice as he brought his mug up to his face. Taliesin began to panic and tried to look down. Miraak ripped his mask off and passed it over to Taliesin, his arm almost smacking you in the face as Miraak reached across. Taliesin rushed to put it on, and then sat perfectly still, waiting for Elenwen to approach. Miraak calmly sipped his coffee, not looking up as she made her way over to your table.

"Dragonborn, what a pleasant surprise to see you here too." Elenwen spoke in a diplomatic, but assholeish tone. You knew she didn't mean a word of it.

"Nice to see you too." You said keeping your response short, trying not to shift nervously in your seat.

Why she was coming over to greet your group, you had no idea. You watched as she eyed everyone, making mental notes on each of you, stopping with surprised eyes as she made eye contact with the giant atmoran to your right. She did not expect to be met with Miraak's face, with skin almost translucent white from thousands of years of no sun exposure and dark green, glowing eyes that glared back at her. It would be amusing to see her caught off guard and confused if you weren't currently worried about Taliesin's own mental state right now. Her eyes drifted away from him before finally regaining their composure and locking back with yours.

"Dragonborn, it was a pleasure to see you." Her gaze shifted to Taliesin sitting stiffly in the corner. "Oh, and a pleasure to see you again, - "

A crash rang out, drowning out Taliesin's real name, much to the disappointment of everyone but him. You all looked over to see who you could only guess was Slips-Often on the floor surrounded by a pile of broken plates scattered about with some unlucky table's food. When you looked back, Elenwen was gone. Taliesin slowly pulled Miraak's mask off and quietly passed it back to Miraak, not looking at anyone as he sat silently.

Waits-Many-Tables came walking up to your table with a black tray full of plates. As she passed them out, Gore reached across the table to grab the bacon off of Taliesin's plate. Looking at his own plate of food, Lucien commented on how delicious the hash browns looked.

"They are good. They're made with horker fat. Very flavorful." Waits responded.

You put your fork full of hash browns back on the plate. Waits was gone before you could respond. Gore slowly reached for the small plate of hash browns, quietly asking if he could take them, and silently thanking you when you nodded.

As you contemplated whether you should try to order anything else to go with your tiny bowl of fruit, Miraak assertively pushed his side of fruit in front of you. He grabbed your horker grease covered fork from your hand and replaced it with his unused one.

"But Miraak, you ordered this specifically as a side for you. I can't-"

"Eat, dragonborn." Miraak commanded. You looked up at him and saw him look at you with much softer eyes than he usually displayed.

"Thanks, Miraak." For a second, you could have sworn you saw the corners of his mouth almost smile. Maybe eating out isn't so bad, as long as you have your friends with you to help you out.

[lazylemon]

So like…. Imagine Lucien falls for you: the dragon born

Sfw (female Dragonborn)

He definitely fell for you because you were a strong woman

Wether your sassy or a sweetheart, doesn’t matter he’s love it all

And depending on the species can have different out comes

If your a human (nord, red guard, imperial, Breton, etc) he’ll like your eyes or hands the most. He’ll like the fire in your eyes and the mixture of soft and roughness of your hand.

Rough from all that battle experience. But yet soft and gentle when handling things.

If your an orc: he’ll find your muscles irresistible and your teeth. He doesn’t know why he likes your teeth he just does.

If your a Khajit or argonian : he’ll like your tail. He’ll pet your fur or admire your scales. He’ll want to play with your ears and if you have horns he’ll ask to touch them (I’m the most polite way of course)

If you an elf (either kind) he’ll admire your ears and your magic abilities

On the note if your a mage fighter: he’ll constantly ask for help on magic himself

Warriors: well he’ll ask for practice.

Stealth isn’t his best but he’ll want you to teach him so he doesn’t accidentally give your position away

The more he speaks time with you and follow you on your journey, the more he falls hopelessly in love with you.

You’re a strong woman that doesn’t hesitate to take action and you take control when a situation needs it.

He’s smitten

And for the fluff~

The moment you become comfortable with eachother you cuddled more.

Cuddling is must when you’re in the colder areas

And if you have inigo and Kaidan with y’all (you guys are definitely all cuddling together)

It’s better if you remove the heavy part of your armor

Lucien is probably squishy

Idc what anyone says he’s squishy and therefore is a great cuddler.

He likes to give you snacks.

And kissing is delicate to him. He gets really shy when he kisses you so… you’ll have to take control

Nsfw

HE IS A BOTTOM

You can’t change my mind on this

Probably has a mommy kink too but he didnt know he had until he met you

Had dreams about you first

Then when you finally got together and had a mission by yourself (with out any other followers) he acts on it

Of course you’d end up taking control

I keep see him slightly drooling while you’re riding him

Muttering out “mommy, please”

Fun fact: he looks reaaally good in the dark brother hood uniform

He‘ll like neck and chest kisses(gets him every time)

Lucien will become a stuttering mess if he catch him off guard

Touch his thigh will in a bar or inn and you’ll hear his breathing hitch

Wont be long till after you retire (you’ve destroyed all dragons and miraak is gone) he’ll want a family with you.

Cue the breeding kink, he’ll want you to have his baby but he won’t act on it until your ready

Flirting will make anyone uncomfortable if they hear you both.

He’ll whisper your name to himself when he’s alone (it gets him all giddy)

And honestly I don’t see him with a big schlong

I think he’d be average but still girthy.

He can go on more than one round but it’s limited to maybe 3 or 4

Will be the king of aftercare

Back to the best cuddles Ever

Of course that is if he isn’t exhausted from you over stimulating him.

This was almost rushed but I needed to get this out. Idk where my feral feelings for this boy came from but it’s my true thoughts.

[aldruiel-scribbles]

Miraak: Your people attacked Saarthal unprovoked!

Aldruiel: Yours invaded first!

Miraak: Our land was freezing!

Aldruiel: OUr LaNd wAs fReeZiNG. You exterminated us!

Miraak: Because you attacked!

Aldruiel: You were stupid enough to try to control the Eye of Magnus! We had to do something before you destroyed the world!

Miraak: They didn't know what it was!

*Lucien and Inigo are running away, they know what's coming. Kaidan sighs and drinks more Ale. Serana thinks her parents weren't so bad after all.*

[dovahkinniez]

🐍anon here with a request

I’m recovering from surgery RN, so I was wondering about your Kaidan and Lucien head-cannons for when you are hurt ❤️‍🩹

I’m like, obsessed with your writing and love ur brain, you post🔝notch stuff 💜✨✨

` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN + KAIDAN.

Hey, thank you very much. Such sweet compliments. :] I really hope you are recovering well, angel. <3

Ps. SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!! I HOPE YOU ARE DOING WELL. (PLS TELL ME HOW YOU ARE, either message me or just send it in the inbox. Whatever makes you comfortable xx)

#LUCIEN

Lucien is naturally a bit of a worrier, if he notices you are ill or in pain he makes it his priority to make you comfortable and rested.

He's pretty adamant about it too. Its funny to see because he suddenly turns strict but in such a sweet and caring way. (He's so cute)

Will make sure you're tucked in bed, bringing food, constantly checking your temperature.

He does lowkey take advantage of it if you're the type that's independent and doesn't need anyone. He loves that its him looking after you for once.

Gives you warm cuddles, kissing your forehead and cheeks gently as he hums you off to sleep after a restless night.

This man reads to you, tells you his own stories and adventures before he met you and it always sends you off to sleep. He does joke afterwards that his life is so boring you fell asleep, to attempt to cheer you up.

If you're in pain he uses his healing hands on you, specifically learnt it if you ever were to get hurt, probably learnt it after a scare and now it's a good thing he learnt so he can always keep you safe.

#KAIDAN

As tough as this man is. He crumbles when you aren't okay. Especially physically. He can give you pep talks. He can motivate you. He can even understand and help you through hard and challenging times but when he sees you in pain and ill he simply evaporates into nothing but worry.

Constantly asking if you're okay. Checking your temp. Looking at you from across the room all serious.

(For some reason I'm imagining him stressed out like from the TikToks of all the dads to the home depot theme song in different areas of the house thinking)

He does his best cooking for you. Even makes you your favourite meal and dessert to make you smile. He'll help you wash and insists on pretty much carrying you everywhere.

You could sneeze and this man is acting like you're about to slip into a coma... he's an undercover dramatic.

Holds you extra close at night. Makes sure to sleep after you and to wake up before you do and tells you to get him up if you wake up in the night.

He's so gentle and sweet too, though. Even though inside hes like a headless chicken, he's calmly helping you do things, gently putting the blankets on you, doing your hair so it's tidy and not bothering you.

He's the type to remember the little details!!

[dovahkinniez]

Could you do sfw and/or nsfw headcanons for how Lucien Flavius would react to being in a relationship with someone who isn’t used to affection or having their pleasure put first? I love how you characterize Luci he’s such a soft boy 🥺

` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.

Hey! This is so sweet. Thank you for the compliment, I love Lucien and he's definitely such a softie, I adore him for it. Seriously melts my heart.

. . . SFW

Lucien grew up with a family that basically gushed out love and affection, the concept of not having that is strange to him. He's always given out so much love, when he begins to travel he realises that not everyone is as privileged as he is.

He made it a mission to find out what made you soft, what made those walls go down and each time you slowly warmed up to his affections he'd honestly feel really happy.

Your past doesn't define you and he wants to make your future better and sort of give you the love you've deserved you're entire life.

Which is why hes extra patient and sweet on you. He's a darling anyway but with you? He's got this softness you can't even explain because it isn't obvious, or sicky or overwhelming. He just understands.

You could look at something with a tiny hint of an emotion and he'd pick it up and be at your side.

Once you've broke down the walls he's fought so hard to break, he's truly a home to you.

The little things he does like tucks your hair behind your ear when you're doing something, helps you carry things when they're weighing you down, buying the necklace your eyes flashed at on the market, kissing the edge of your mouth when you're reading or working on the next plan ahead.

Lucien loves to hug, tightly, to keep you both warm. To encase you both in blankets on cold nights and just hold each other, telling each other random things until you end up laughing while you both fall asleep.

He's the type that loves to just look at you, he does it especially when you're asleep so you don't hide your face. Tracing your nose, lips, jaw.

. . . NSFW

MINORS DNI !!! Sexual content ahead, this is your chance to go before you continue reading. :] thank you.

Ugh. So sweet. Literally worships you.

Hands everywhere, feeling, grabbing, massaging. His lips press warm small kisses all over you and he just wants to love you, every single part of you.

Again, the concept of having someone basically give you pleasure is weird for sure but this sweetheart wants you to learn to let him in, to see you and make you feel good.

For once it feels like you're there not just to please the other, you're there with him. For each other. And it's so sweet.

Really, it could be sort of emotional too. Seeing and feeling the pure love that radiates off this man. It can feel overwhelming but in such a good way, you just want more.

[dovahkinniez]

Spicey Lucian Flavius?

` 𖤓 . . . LUCIEN FLAVIUS.

NSFW headcanons!

18+ only! Sexual content ahead.

First, he's a switch with a submissive lean. He's the type to view sex as an intimate thing between lovers. Not just a thing to enjoy. He has to love the person to bed them. (How romantic)

And welp! He loves you, awww! Surprisingly, once he's on it. He's never off it. The type to get a taste and never want to stop, especially since he only fucks with someone if he's actually with them and comfortable.

Growing up he lived with a family of nobles where sex wasn't really a spoken subject, not with his friends either. So education wise he knows the basics, but he doesn't really explore his likes and dislikes until you.

Which is fun! Experimenting different things with him is what makes fun and he's a fun lover.

The type to laugh when things go wrong, "Okay. That didn't go as planned... Can I give you head now?"

He's a pleaser, through and through. Best time of his day is when his head is between the pages of a book or between your legs. He loves to taste you, to make you orgasm with his just mouth alone. His mouth has more talents than just riddle and poetry making.

He's messy too, gets drunk between your legs until you're shaking and begging him to stop because you're too sensitive.

Speaking of books, once you decided to tease him as he read, "Focus on your book." You said as you slowly went down on him, kissing down until you wrapped your lips around him.

He almost ascended so hard he found out why the Dwemer disappeared. 10/10 would do again.

Lucien is a loud person naturally. Yeah. He's not afraid to moan right into your ear. His moans are so pretty though. Like a siren lures sailors, his voice is like a melody as he moans and sighs out.

He whines and fidgets a lot, wanting more of you even when that's physically impossible. He worships you, all of you. Hands and lips and tongue everywhere and loves it when you do the same to him. It makes him feel wanted, feel loved and he hopes you feel the same when he does it to you.

The type to kiss down your body, hands grabbing everywhere as he keeps eye contact with you. His blue eyes locked onto yours as he kisses up your thighs with tiny bites and licks.

He has quite a slim and lean build, smaller thighs that the average Skyrim wanderer but he's the type that loves it when you're on top, and hates when you hover in fear. He actually loves feeling your weight, feeling every part of you as you fuck yourself on him. He could cum alone at the sight of you being pleasured.

As I said, literally all about your pleasure. It pleases him to make you feel good.

The type to spoon fuck, comfy in bed as he presses kisses against your shoulder and neck, arms tight around you as he slowly thrusts in and you, savoring the feeling as he breathes as evenly as he can to not burst too soon.

I don't see him being the type to last long. He gets turned on easily and you always turn him on, one swipe of your tongue and he's shaking. The power you have over him is overwhelming for him at times.

But good job he likes overstimulation. He loves it when you use his cock even after he's done because if you aren't done, he'll watch with his bottom lip between his teeth and body shaking.

Certified pretty boy. God. He's so pretty. Especially when he looks up at you. He naturally looks so needy and sweet it drives you crazy. Even when he has a moment of dominance he manages to make himself look so helpless against you.

Lucien wants to look at you, besides spooning he does prefer to see you. See your face twist in pleasure all because of him. To make eye contact and to kiss.

He loves kisses and cuddles. Especially during sex. It's comforting, intimate and he can feel you against him, he feels everything and ugh. He loves it.

A beg. He loves to beg. Especially if you're the type to play around. "No, my way or no way." Which he argues back and begs, half the time you purposely do it to make him this way. "You're so pathetic." Oh man. He's hard now.

He finds that so so hot.

Most definitely the type to love overstimulation. He loves it when you aren't finished with him and keep it going, to the point he's a shaking and crying mess because he's so sensitive and can't handle it anymore, the pain of it feels so good and he sleeps like a log afterwards.

He's eager to learn. To become better and loves it when you applaud him, when you tell him he's good. But adores it when you look at him with hard eyes, telling him nasty things.

Maybe after an argument where you get riled up and tower yourself over him as he sits down with crossed arms. He was so confident at first till you loom over him like a thunder storm, sneering in his face, afterwards he couldn't help but fuck his fist, moaning your name as he imagined all sorts.

I don't necessarily see him as a kinky person in most regards but he's definitely try it out. He'd never hurt you. Or insult you. No never. I don't think he'd ever tie you up or blind you. I think if it really gave you pleasure he'd do it. But nothing that'd leave a mark.

Him? Do it all. He finds it so hot as you do whatever you like to him, he loves to treat you like royalty and if you're in the mood to treat him like dirt, he's ready. He wants it.

But, all in all. He is a true lover. A kisser, toucher and a passionate person.

[dovahkinniez]

You are a god in this fandom oh my god your writing is absolutely chef kiss

Would I be able to please request nsfw alphabet for LucienFlavius? I wanna smooch that boy so bad 😞

` 𖤓 . . . NSFW ALPHABET: LUCIEN FLAVIUS.

PLS. THATS SUCH A COMPLIMENT. I'm glad people enjoy my writing. I don't see many other elder scrolls writers anymore so I'm happy to be the one people can come to.

I love my boy lucien, let's get into it.

Remember, most likely not proofread, if any mistakes please tell me so I can change it!

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

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

Our lil prince is so giving and so kind. He loves deep conversations as you both pamper each other before you go sleep. He likes to have his hair played as he traces the curves on your skin as you both relax. He's loves the Intimacy of aftercare where you both take care of each other gently.

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

His: his lips. He likes his lips because he loves kissing you all over. He loves feeling you against his mouth.

You: everything. But your eyes and chest area (female bodied), and thighs. Likes to lock eyes with you, use his mouth on your chest and thighs, hold and play with.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

I'd say he's pretty shy about it :( he's a sweet baby and doesn't want to make a mess and if you like it messy he loves it when you tease him to the point he can't help himself. So you'll have to be the one to tell him you like it a certain way.

With time he realises he loves to cum in you and on your chest and mouth area, has a thing where he'll use his fingers to swipe it off your lips and into your mouth, he likes it when you suck it off his fingers. He could go again just by the feeling of your mouth alone.

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

He likes it when you boss him around. When you're teaching him something, training him or whatever he loves it when you order him around so when you use that energy in the bedroom he's so eager it's cute, but he's never said that every time you're like it in a non sexual way he has to hide how painfully hard gets.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

None until he met you. He never told you though. First time you even fool around without actual sex he has to calm himself down because he doesn't want to cum too fast and embarrass himself.

But he is a fast learner. He picks up on ques, asks you what you like and really let's you take the lead as he studies what both he and you like. He pretty much becomes the perfect partner for you specifically because everything he learnt is based off watching and following you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Any where you're on top. Likes to watch you bounce on his cock, grind on it. Whatever. Likes to watch you pretty much use him, especially when he feels the weight of you on top of him, he loves it so bad.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's more clumsily Goofy. Makes the odd mistake here and there which you two find highly hilarious. A few times you've had to stop because you both laughed so hard.

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

I don't think he's the type to grow much body hair. It's there but it's not a mass of it. He has very fair hair so he body hair is minimal. He does have a happy trail but he always shaved it off, if you like it he'll keep it though. But I don't think he'd shave anything else, he doesn't feel the need too.

He wouldn't care if you shaved or not either. He loves your body as it is. And he's one of those smarty pants so he'd probably prefer you more natural for health reasons, bc it's there to protect your privates innit. But yeah, your body, your choice.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Our boy can be a bit cheesy at times but it's his charm but in the bedroom he's shy. He doesn't really voice things out much Intimacy wise because he might say the wrong thing. But he loves the physical aspect of it. A lot of touching, hand holding, deep kisses, hands all each other.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He didn't very much until you. You basically became his sexusl awakening tbh and made him realise how good it actually feels. He likes to do it with you too, you don't need to escalate it, you both sometimes just masturbate together.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Mutual masturbation: as stated above, he just likes it. Likes to chill and watch you play with yourself as he rubs his palm up and down his dick. He loves your body, he loves to watch you so it's a win win.

Body worship: he will literally get on his knees and worship you from head to toe. His hands and lips everywhere as he murmurs how perfect and sweet you are. He loves it so much.

Face riding: ride his face. Do it. No holding back either. Loves it when you rock your hips, against his tongue and he'll touch himself while you do it because he can't stop himself. It feels too good.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He's traditional so bedroom mainly. But he found out he likes it in his study. Riding him at his desk after writing for hours, or even sucking him off when he works. He loves it.

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

Lol. You. Just you. Even a wink could make him pass out from the blood rushing down.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation, especially towards you. He's a sweetheart.

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

Guide him the first few times and boom he's good to go. Again, as I said. Loves it when you ride his face. He loves to go down on you, more so than the other way around. He loves pleasing you.

But when you do go down on him, he loves it too. I think he prefers giving because he doesn't last long when you go down on him, he's sensitive and the visuals make it worse because you look so pretty :(

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast but sensual. He's needy and his actions show it, erratic and excited even as he gets lost in the feeling but he's very attentive and loves to play with your body at the same time for added stimulation.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind them, especially if it's just oral because it's not like he lasts very long anyway and when he goes down on you he's like a hungry man if he's ready enough for a quickie so you don't last too young either.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In public. He doesn't seem the type but as you tease him under the table at an Inn he can't stop you when you undo his trousers to play with him, so he wants to escalate it like a game until you're sat on his cock.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He cums faster than most others, he makes up for it in rounds. He gets excited fast and he's just ready for more. He wants more. Not saying he'll cum in 5 mins though, just don't expect hours.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You'll have to teach him that stuff. He's shocked when you bring up using toys but once he gets the hang of it, he loves using them!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He prefers it when you tease him. He loves it when you're being unfair with him, even if he acts like he doesn't like it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Hes a vocal man. Not afraid to moan. He's a whiner and whimpers. They're cute and needy and often followed by a string of praise or begs.

W = Wild Card

(If you are female bodied) would let you peg him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He's around 5.5 inches. He's not as big as the others. It's got one distinct vein and it's pretty thick, but not like ... girthyyyy. Ya get me lol. I gotta say, he's got a pretty one. It's pretty. Tell him it's pretty, he'll moan. 😭

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

He more you do things the higher his sex drive will become. He becomes addicted to you.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He sleeps after you've fallen asleep. Sometimes he'll read to you as you both cuddle and then will join you when he knows you're fast asleep.

[dovahkinniez]

Thinking about Lucien sitting in the corner of the library at the college, you between his legs as he reads, you can't be bothered to study so he reads it to you instead, making it sound more interesting, but he ends up telling you stories of his time at college when you both eventually get bored of the books.

[dovahkinniez]

could we see some lucien flavius heacanons, since you said youre open to modded followers? thank you!! c:

Hey, so multiple people have asked for Lucien headcanons, so here I am. I'm specifically answering this one as it says Lucien Flavius, so I know it's him rather than Lucien Lachance.

Either way, let's get into it!

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

LUCIEN FLAVIUS BF HEADCANONS

— such a sweetheart. :']

You're the muscle, he's the brains. Definitely the type to create the plan and then allow you to do all the physical work, at the start anyway.

He's a fast learner and you truly knew he had feelings for you when he fireblasted a bandit to death for coming near you, even his own anger and confidence shocked him.

While dating this man, you'll never be bored.

On the road, long days can be boring as you travel from one place to another. But Lucien spews out facts and songs along the way that makes it less tiresome.

He likes to read to you on the nights too, it's cold in the open air, the fire crackles away and furs just about warm you as he reads softly, almost in a whisper as you watch his lips move with each word.

In dungeons he will stop at least 400 times to pick something up, look at everything and make notes. Especially in Dwemer ruins.

You'll know more facts about the Dwemer than he does once he's done speaking about it all, you wouldn't be surprised if he even knew what happened to the Dwemer and where they went.

He isn't good at cooking. But he likes to do it anyway. Once he burnt his sleeve while cooking and screamed the house down, you truly believed someone broke in and tried to kill him.

Oh yeah! He is really dramatic. Extreme dramatic. He will scream when a mudcrab nips at his leg, will pretend to faint when you kiss him randomly.

He loves kisses. Oh man. He's a sucker for them. Beyond the erratic emotions of being in a relationship, the first kiss was the 'bump-nose-scrape-teeth' type kiss, but after it's perfect and omg, he loves to kiss you.

He especially likes to kiss your collarbone, it's an intimate place, not the regular place to kiss but Lucien isn't a regular person and he loves to press warm kisses there every morning.

He likes to sleep naked, it's real and true. He loves it especially when you to too. Feeling your bare skin against each other just makes him so comfortable, he always sleeps very well.

Lucien writes about you in his letters to his family. They know a lot about you, all the things you've accomplished to what makes you laugh, what you like to eat to the colour of your eyes. They love you already, and when they meet you, they love you even more.

Going to the places in Cyrodiil that Lucien grew up in, seeing all his old friends, it's great to see him so happy and at home, little do you know, he's at home wherever you are.

He loves to sing with you, even when cleaning around the house. Or when you're on your horses in the wild, having fun rhyming games.

He loves your hands, he will stroke his thumb over the scars that litter across them, kiss your knuckles and squeeze the palms of them as he entwines his finger with yours. He has lovely hands, warm, with long fingers.

His hair is very soft too. Play with the blonde locks and he will fall asleep automatically. To be honest, he falls asleep so easily it's unreal. Five seconds on the pillow and he's off.

But he loves it more when he rests his face against your chest. Arms tightly wrapped around you and his cheek smushed as he dozes off.

He's such a cutie. The type to make bracelets with flowers for you, then he surprises you with an actual bracelet. Then he does the same with a necklace. Then one day he does it with a ring and you feel yourself crumble when you realise how this usually works.

When he 'surprises' you with the ring, when he pops the question, he also remembers to tell you he knew from the moment you helped him use his sword properly that he'd want to marry you.

And its true. He did know. He never got so nervous before feeling someone so close. But feeling you close as you taught him, he slipped up a few times which annoyed him but he couldn't focus on anything other than you.

[dovahkinniez]

🐍 anon

Okay, so I’ve done a lot with Kaidan so far so let me switch gears. Let’s poke at dear Lucien Flavius.

So you posited he likes mutual masturbation and likes it when you tease him:

This allows for the wonderful game of “you’re not allowed to cum until I do.” (Or I do twice, if you’re really mean).

He’d beg so pretty, I know he would! We all know this is a fact. I wonder if he’d bargain with you, or just take it. Whatever his reaction, it’s be wonderful to watch.

18+ content ahead.

Ya see. Kaidan is my skyrim husband every save I have now. But if they ever updated Lucien and made him a character you can romance..... brooooo. My soft spot for him is unreal.

That game >>>>>>>. It'd be so hot to be mean to him about it. I could write something bigger about this, like an actual fic because damn. But our lil Lucien is one of them guys that get hotter the more needy and frustrated he is.

Like fr just imagine playing around with him until he can't it anymore just to stop, sit back and then order him what to do, and of course he does like he's in some trance. And even when he's basically begging for release and mentally telling himself to stop doing as told he obeys because he loves the praise too much.

You don't even need to be touching yourself, hell, you could be fully clothed and he'd want to lose it just by the look in your eyes alone. Little whimpers n sighs as he begs to cum just for you to tell him to stop and he literally looks like he wants to cry from frustration.