Skyrim Preferences and Smut

Holding their babies for the first time

Farkas:

"They're so...tiny."

Though it had been a little over a week since your babies were brought into this world, Farkas just couldn't get over the shock of the whole situation. With glistening silver eyes, the proud father would take special care to hold both of them gently- one of their heads cradled on one strong arm, the other on the opposing side. Probably not the most comfortable pillow when given thought, seeing as your husband was all muscle and firm. However your bran new little pups didn't seem to mind at all, sleeping peacefully in their father's arms.

"Yeah they are, babies typically are though." You'd playfully remark, leaning into your husband's side. Wrapping an arm around him and observing the beautifully star struck look in his eyes.

"I guess so. I just didn't really know what to expect.." he added, briefly looking over to you, flickering his gaze between his pups and your face before just deciding to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

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Miraak:

"She's so beautiful. If I had known that after so many years of being trapped fate would have this in store...well, actually I think my years would've seemed even more damning."

From the very moment he saw his baby being born, Miraak was in love. This feeling of joy the dragonborn felt turned to sheer pride swelling in his deep within chest whenever you placed her into his arms for the first time. However when he cast his emerald eyes down on the small dragonblooded child, all of miraak's resolve ebbed away. He'd blink a couple times, letting a out soft sigh before sitting down on the foot of the bed with you quick to follow at his side. With one arm he cradled his small "nestling" as he taken to call her, using his free hand to brush the little wisps of what little hair the infant had out of the way.

Soon after this he'd begin humming some low ancient tune, naturally beginning to rhythmically rock as he started to mutter something in dovahzul.

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Vilkas:

"I think he has your eyes.."

As inquisitive as always, Vilkas was eager to take his child into his arms. Laying his tiny son on his thigh with one hand supporting his head, he'd begin committing every aspect of his precious pup's face to memory. Soon finding himself deciphering just what features favored him and what favored you..no matter what though, the werewolf was over the moon in joy. With a bright grin on his uncharacteristically clean face, he's soon lift his little baby up into his arms to properly cradle him- practically melting when the infant made cooed at his father.

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Teldryn:

"We actually made..this?"

No matter how many times he saw his child, he still couldn't believe that the two of you were capable of such a wonder. Yeah, sure..of course it was possible but he just didn't think that either of you would ever settle and be given such a..a win. As such, he wore the biggest grin on his face, looking down upon his daughter with starry eyes. Yes, a win this was indeed. In his eyes no amount of gold would ever sum up to the happiness he felt in this instance.