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Here's a size kink prompt I don't think I've seen here before. I'd like to see a relationship between a little Bosmer man and a woman who's one of the races that grows tall - I'm thinkin' Altmer/Orc/Nord. She doesn't have to have a brutish personality, but bonus points if she's strong and can carry him around effortlessly, and if she holds him down to fuck him hard and he loves it. Non_con and dub_con are my only no-no's.

I have such a thing for wood elf guys. Show one some snu-snu.

OP here, I don't see any misfires?

I had no idea how much I needed this until now. ._.

Screw it, I'll write it myself. Expect something soon.

"I used to be sweet on a girl from Helgen," Ralof spoke softly, then trailed off, his mind on Daina rather than the prickly thief and quiet prisoner in the cart with him.

Daina, what happened to you? Are you still in Helgen? Have you wed a farmer and raised little farmer boys? Or little singing girls, with their mother's sweet voice? Ralof sighed. I suppose I'll never see you again, my dear, sweet Daina. I'm sorry I never came back for you.

The thief started squawking like a startled pelican as the carriages drew along a gang of Imperials and a headsman with a massive axe. Ralof shook his head: the panicky Lokkir was never going to survive. Ralof started to look about him, hoping to see some way to get out, preferably with the Jarl, and maybe that prisoner, the unfortunate stranger had no business being there in the first place.

The thief panicked, fled, bound hands, past a girl in a doorway - Daina? Ralof doubted it. Just because he'd had her in his mind's eye, his memory was playing tricks on him.

And now Hadvar, his former childhood playmate was peddling platitudes to the sorry condemned stranger, and there! Out of the corner of his eye Ralof spotted a woman with hair the same shade as Daina's, wringing her hands, and visibly shaking at the sight of the bound Stormcloaks. It must be her. So you never forgot me, either? Daina, I'm so sorry, Ralof wished she could hear his thoughts.

The idiot Gunjar protested the rites and raced to Sovngard ahead of them all. Ralof was sorry that Daina saw the man's fanaticism in the face of death, and hoped he did not appear the same in her eyes, for all he was proud to be one of Ulfric's chosen.

And then the prisoner was at the block, Hadvar promising to return their ashes to their home, when chaos erupted and a dragon appeared.

As the Imperials and Stormcloaks fought to survive and keep the civilians out of the dragonfire, Ralof lost track of Daina. He hoped she ran before the dragon brought the Keep crashing down.

Eventually he made it back home to Riverwood, and stayed put in the Gerdur's home to recover his wits and his courage. Ralof wondered what had happened to his sweet girl, but Helgen was a lost cause now. Bandits would probably take it over, as no sensible Nords, nor even the Imperials would dare risk bringing the wrath of the Black Dragon down twice on the same place. Ralof stayed in his sister's home longer than perhaps he should, hiding from the Imperials, from the dragons, from Ulfric's orders...

Until, one day a soft hand tapped the door. Ralof asked Hod to answer - just in case it was one of the Empire-loving Whiterun guards.

"Ralof? Is- Did Ralof of Riverwood live here? I was from Helgen, and I wanted to see where he grew up."

Hod made his excuses and left.

"Daina?"

"Ralof. You lived," Daina tried to smile through tears. "I don't know if you remember me, but I used to be sweet on you. I used to sneak you Juniper Mead."

"I remember, Daina. And I'm still sweet on you."

Tags: es: skyrim, race: nord, char: ralof, char: ofc, genre: fluff

JSYK, Daina means "Song" in Latvian, or so my naming website tells me. I think a guy like Ralof would love a girl who could sing the old Nord songs (without necessarily being a Bard)

Oh my god I need this in my sad existence. Potential A!A, I will love you unconditionally, irrevocably and utterly creepily forever and ever if you decide to fill this. If not, I guess I'll have to break out the keyboard myself.
THIS PAIRING IS JUST SO AWWW-UNF!

OP, your mind is obviously a beautiful place to be.

This fic made me go "awwwww." No lie. I always wondered if Ralof's old sweetheart survived Alduin's rampage at Helgen.

Aaaaaaw! A!A! This was totally what I wanted! And I do love the detail of Daina's name, yes, Ralof and singers. Thank you, A!A!

On it!

Thanks!

I replayed it a little while ago (for research purposes, you know) and I think she probably did the sensible thing and ran the opposite direction to Alduin. This fic is totally my headcanon, I'm glad it gave you an Awwwww :)

Yay! Oh, I'm so glad I got it right. This is so much my headcanon now. I have such a thing about names and their meanings, I don't know why I think Ralof would be into a singer, I just kind of do :D

OP again: I just saw your comment. I'm ecstatic at the possibility of a double fill! I'll keep my fingers crossed that you still want to fill this, A!A!

This has the potential to be rediculously hot. Seconded.

I've seen similar prompts like this but as a selfish being I want more. So I'm asking for a story with anyone affected by vamprisim and then a LI who finds that the hotest thing in the world.

How the person gets vamprisim I leave to you as well as how and when the LI finds out, wither they admit to finding it hot right away or if it occurs later on. I also leaving the pairing to you as well however this OP happens to be a lover of slash and you will make her week by making it happen.

Please oh please someone make this happen before I add another fill to my plate :D

Oh yes please someone fill this. Pleassseeeeee

So, this is Nathalia!Anon. Because of reasons, I have to put my two other fills on hold, and will now be starting this one. HURRAY. There MIGHT be an update tonight, but probably tomorrow.

Also OP, I hope you don't mind slow paced fills, because this anon loves character development and angst.

I really really like this so far, can't wait to see the next update! Oh and this is the OP by they way. The other comments are from me too :)

I am not really good at writing, but I was bored. Meh, this is a double-fill with this:
http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2438.html?thread=4180614&
But I am stupid so I don't know what to do.

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Drevis Neloren, the colleges master illusionist, knew he was dead when he heard the tome page ripping. He could clearly hear the huffing from the old librarian Urag gro-Shub behind him as he raczed down the stairs to the courtyard. The man was old but surprisingly fast. He leaped over the bushed, slided past the statue and crashed into the Hall of Attainment. Turning to the first bedroom he encountered he slid into the space between the bed and the bed table and prayed to divines as he channeled his strongest invisibility spell. The door slammed open and closed behind itself. Heavy footsteps and pounded against the floor and Drevis held his breath.

“Beloved divines … please don’t kill me!” he whispered.

The footsteps grew closer but instead of the librarian the Thalmor agent Ancano entered with the colleges new addition, the tall redhead Enur pushing behind him, also an Altmer. Drevis stuttered a shriek, recalling that he was still invisible.

“You will get for this you know” Ancano muttered.

Enur pushed the older Altmer into the room.

“Well yeah, I think I’ll worry about that later” he answered.

Drevis was considering reveling himself and leave when the taller Altmer pushed Ancano down onto his back on the bed. Enur straddled the other Altmer and roughly pulled at his dark Thalmor robes.

“You’re lucky I’m silenced…” Ancano spat.

A sly smile pushed along the lines of Enur’s mouth as he tore the robes open, revealing bare skin. He slowly massaged the pale, yellowish skin of the Altmer’s chest and let his fingers pull against the dark hair.

“Mhh, it has been too long since I tasted one of my own kind” Enur purred.

The Thalmor gulped and tried to wiggle away from the Altmer’s hand. Drevis sat paralyzed from what he saw, he tried to search for an escape route, but the tall form of Enur kept him pinned down by side of the bed.

Enur caught a flushed nipple between his tongue and pulled at it roughly with his lips. The older Altmer sighted lustfully but fear was still present in his eyes. Enur slid down to his waistline and without hesitation, pulled down the Thalmor’s pants to reveal a beautiful, flaccid cock for his mouth to ravage. The Altmer licked his lips and with a skillful tongue and mouth grabbed hold of one of the balls to suckle at the skin. The Thalmor jolted, but didn’t move. Enur let his tongue sloppily follow the length of his penis until he reached the tip, where he swallowed his length whole, managing to take most of him. He played carefully with the length using his tongue, avoiding bobbing his dick too far up his mouth. A thick stream of saliva escaped Enur’s mouth to run down the heating member. Ancano whimpered.

Enur opened his eyes to stare right into the face of the Thalmor. A laugh escaped his throat before he slowly let the member out of his mouth followed with a slight pop at the tip. His cock stood fully erected and from the tent in Enur’s pants, so did his.

Drevis sat completely silent with his mouth hanging in shock. From his spot right next to the bed he had, had a front view of the action. His body had begun stirring with strange sensations and he had a hard time sitting still. His mouth watered and for some reason he just wanted to push that Altmer away from that cock and take it for himself. He cursed himself and the two Altmer and decided to try and keep his eyes closed instead. He leaned against the mattress and shut his eyes.

From his spot he could hear the younger Altmer shift onto the bed and the rustling of pants being taken off to be tossed aside.

“What is it Ancano? Lost your voice? Doesn’t matter, I am not quite sure we need to be speaking” Enur laughed.

The illusionist felt the mattress move and flinched when a hand brushed against his hair, just lightly enough to keep the spell intact. He opened his eyes to see Enur grab hold of the troll fat on the night stand, he quickly closed them again. The mattress shifted again and Delvis head bumped slightly as something heavy was shoved on the mattress.

“Mmhh, this might hurt” he head Enur say.

A loud yelp sounded right in front of him and the Dunmer opened his eyes to stare right into the lustful glare of Ancano, just a nose length away. Enur had pulled him onto all four. His heart skipped a beat in fear when he remembered that he was still invisible.

Enur fingered the Altmers entrance with an impatient roughness. Ancano’s face changed between lust and pain in front of Delvis that made the mage aware of his own need down south. Without moving his head he opened his belt and pushed his hand into his trousers to group his needing erection. His fingers played along the pulsing veins to massage the head of his penis. He bit down into the bed to stifle a moan.

“Brace yourself, but I am sure Thalmor scum like you are used to being fucked over by Elenwen anyway” Enur laughed.

He pushed his thick length against Ancano’s entrance that swallowed it greedily. He pushed until he could feel his balls nudge against the Thalmor’s buttcheeks, burying himself to the hilt.

Ancano looked like he wanted to make a sound but his face laid frozen in a silent whimper. Delvis felt bad for him and felt the need to lean forward to comfort him with a kiss, but didn’t.

Enur waited a moment, fart too short to let the other adjust to the intrusion, before pulling all his way out to ram himself in again. Ancano’s body jerked painfully forward and Delvis had to pull back to prevent their heads from knocking together.

The younger Altmer forcefully thrust into the older mere, lifting his hand to slap the man on his rump, he sneered at the man’s surprised yelp.

“You’ll be sore tomorrow, Ancano! Good luck reporting this to the Thalmor Embassy, haha!” Enur laughed.

The bed was jerking back and forth roughly, straining its joint and pushing Delvis head back and forth. Delvis stared intensively into the Thalmor’s painstruck face and his hand massaged the length of his shaft. He pulled his down his shaft, collecting the stream of precum to rob it against his tightening balls while stared at the older Altmer’s neglected cock with pity.Enur lifted the Altmer with surprising strength and pushed him onto his back. He lifted his legs onto his shoulders and pushed even deeper into the shaking Thalmor. Ancano whimpered and moaned at the same time and braced his hands against the wall to prevent his head from being slammed against it. His still erected cock bobbed up and down against the force of Enur’s trust and drops of precum landed on his stomach.

The younger Altmer’s thrust became more violent as he became closer to his peak. Delvis was also close but could no longer stand to see such a wonderful dick being neglected. He straddled Arcano, still invisible and gently rubbed their shafts together. The Thalmor yelled out a moan and thrust against him while confusingly seeking for the source of his pleasure. As Enur screamed out his climax inside of the Thalmor, Drevis leaned in to kiss the trembling Altmer. Ancano came in union with the Dumner and their loads mixed together along the Thalmor’s stomach.

The weight lifted from Ancano followed with soft footsteps and a door slamming. Enur pulled out of the confused Ancano and his sipping juices rested on the bedsheets.

“Well that was fun” Enur muttered.

Enur laid eyes on the two loads seemingly from Ancano.

“Woah, you must have loved this twice as much as me. You’re a little slut aren’t you?” he said.

Ancano didn’t answer but stared confused up the roof trying to figure out who or what just left it’s spunk on his stomach.

Delvis invisibility spell wore off as he opened the door. He quickly pulled up his pants and sighted in relief, when he realized that Urag gro-Shub was probably still looking for him. He sighted and tried to sneakily move to the Hall of the Elements, maybe someone was doing it behind the eye of Magnus.

I made this a double-fill, but I am kinda dumb so I didn't know what to do. So, read thing here.
http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2438.html?thread=4212614#t4212614

Love this prompt. Probably going to be working on it in the near future. :)

The Dragonborn has slain Alduin, dealt with Miraak and Harkon and managed to become Archmage of the College of Winterhold. Being the studious mage type that he is, he decides that he could do with a break.

Lydia decides to take advantage of the vacation time and heads to Riften to marry Marcurio. Because it's my headcanon that Lydia can not only keep up with Marcurio's snark but surpass him if she wants to.

So after the wedding and the subsequent hangover, the dragonborn ends up reading the Aetherium Wars and gets itchy feet/quester's syndrome. He really wants to go roaming in Dwemer ruins but it's a bad idea to go alone, even with two Storm Thralls. And Lydia and marcurio have already left for their honeymoon to High Rock.

So he decides that he needs a follower, but all the usual Whiterun suspects are busy and he decides that he may as well go and see if anyone in Jorvaskkr wants to do some bodyguard work.

Farkas takes him up on the offer and they go through the Lost to the Ages quest and fall in love and lust on the way. For Farkas it would probably be when he sees the dragonborn hurling abuse at a dragon after its set his robes on fire. For the dragonborn it's probably watching a hot man getting very sweaty taking out dwemer constructs.

Then of course there's Katria, yes, sure she's dead and desperate to prove her research was hers, but these two are so cute that it's unbelievable and if she's wondering how hard it would be to hide and watch them screw then hey...

Oh hell, i may end up writing this myself. But just in case the muse deserts me i'm putting this out there.

Awwwe! All sorts of good feels! :)

Title: The Soldier and the Magpie
Pairing: F!DB/Gaius Maro
Summary: He has his orders. She has her contract. Still, why does that mean she can't have some fun before he dies?
Helpful tags: relationship:het, char:F!PC, char:gaius_maro, kink:oral, race:Nord, race:Imperial

Gaius Maro was barely two hours out of Dragon Bridge on his way to Solitude when he saw the woman on the road. Bruised and bloody and barefoot, a blue dress hanging in tatters on her body, she stumbled up to him.

"Please," she cried, reaching her hands out.

As she grabbed for him, she lost her footing and fell, but he caught her as easily as a ragdoll.

"What happened?" he asked urgently.

"Stormcloaks," she whimpered, burying her face in his breastplate. "There's a camp, not far... I got lost, and they..." She choked out a sob. "Please, they took my money and my dagger. I have nothing."

Gaius frowned, thinking of his schedule. He was already late for Castle Dour, having taken so long to bid farewell to Faida, and the Emperor was more important than one woman's problems. Still, she was so small and fragile in his arms, and Solitude was not too far. He could see her safely to the city without much trouble. And he needn't tell her anything she didn't need to know.

"Those Stormcloaks are making it hard for anyone to travel safely in Skyrim these days," he said, sighing. "I'll take you to Solitude, make sure you get a meal and a bed for the night. You can speak to a guard in the morning, and they'll take care of the rest."

The woman threw her arms around his neck and laughed in relief. "Oh, thank you, sir!"

He unfastened his cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders. "That should be a little warmer until you can get some new clothes. I'm told the Solitude tailors are very good at what they do."

"They are," she said, sniffling. "Though they're not very friendly."

"You've been to Solitude, then?" he asked as they began walking. She was unsteady on her feet, so he let her have his arm when she needed support.

She shrugged. "Only a couple of times. I love going to hear the bards."

Gaius nodded. "I don't know Skyrim well," he admitted, "but I'm told the Bards College is one of the finest institutions in the country."

"The finest," she said. "I'm Maggie, by the way."

"Gaius," he offered.

"What do you do, Gaius? You look like a soldier, but that's not Legion armor."

"I'm... I'd rather not talk about my work. What about you? What do you do?"

"Oh, a little of this, a little of that. I make potions, mostly. My mother was an alchemist. She could make a healing potion that would mend a broken bone overnight. And it tasted good, too. Moon sugar was her secret ingredient. In everything."

Gaius smiled. "That would do it. What were you doing on the road? It's not safe for a young woman to travel so late in the day."

"My da isn't feeling well. He lives in Markarth, and, now that ma died, I worry for him. When I heard he was ill, I wanted to see him as soon as possible."

"I understand. My father is far from fragile, but he's a soldier, too. I worry about him all the time."

"I bet he worries about you, too," she said, squeezing his arm.

Gaius shrugged. "It's hard to tell, honestly. He's not the easiest man to get along with. I always feel like I've let him down somehow." He shook his head. "I don't know why I'm telling you this."

Maggie smiled. "Sometimes it's easier talking to a stranger."

"Maybe that's it."

"Why do you feel like you've let him down?"

"I don't know. He rose through the ranks really young. Growing up I always heard about his great deeds. That's why I joined the... That's why I joined. Only I'm not moving up as fast as he did. I think that disappoints him."

"Oh, I'm sure not," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Any father should be proud to have a son who wants to follow in his footsteps. I know enough men who want to be anything but their fathers, it's kind of nice to meet someone on the other side."

Gaius smiled. "That's very kind of you."

The silence stretched between them as the sun hung lower and lower in the sky.

"Are you married?" Maggie asked suddenly.

"Um... no, but there's a girl in Dragon Bridge..."

"Is it serious?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. I care about her, certainly, but it... it's hard for a soldier."

"All that traveling, I can imagine. Well, I hope it works out for you. You're awfully kind, you should have nice girl."

"And you? I assume you're not married, if you're traveling alone."

Maggie laughed. "No, I'm not married. Never was the type. I get too restless."

"So, no young man, then, either."

She shook her head and smiled shyly. "It's a shame you're taken."

"Oh?"

She giggled. "Well, you're handsome, and you're sweet, and you stopped to help me even though you clearly have more important things to do. And you've let me talk your ear off for over an hour. In my book that makes you a keeper."

Gaius couldn't fight his spine straightening out of ego. The young woman was very pretty, with her flaming red hair billowing in the breeze and her bright blue eyes, even through the bruises and cuts on her face, and he found it suddenly difficult to ignore her breast brushing against his arm as they walked.

He also felt a little ashamed of his attraction to her. Soldiers had just done Divines know what to her, and here he was, wondering how it would feel to run his thumb along her bottom lip. And then, of course, there was Faida to think of.

"What's wrong, Gaius? You look troubled."

He forced a smile. "Just thinking about my orders," he lied.

"Oh." She sounded disappointed, and he felt bad.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. You just said something very sweet and I-"

"No, it's alright, Gaius. I shouldn't have said anything. It was very forward of me."

"No, it wasn't. It was kind, and I... Thank you. It was nice to hear."

Before too long they had passed through the city gates and went into the Winking Skeever, where Gaius gave some gold to the innkeeper for a room. As he pulled out a few more coins, Maggie touched his arm.

"I know you've got your orders, and you're probably sick of talking to me, but, at the risk of sounding forward again-"

"I told you, you weren't being forward."

"Well. I just wondered... would you have dinner with me tonight? I'd like not to be alone just yet."

Gaius ground his teeth, thinking. As he opened his mouth to speak, she shook her head.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Don't worry about me."

"No," he said quickly. "I just have to check in at the castle, but then I'll be back."

"No, it's okay. You're busy. I'll be fine."

"Nonsense," he said firmly. "Make sure your room is to your liking, and I'll be back to eat with you once I've checked in and you've had a chance to wash up. I'll make sure to bring you a change of clothes."

"Don't worry about the clothes," she said, drawing his cloak tighter around her body. "I'm sure I can find something. You're sure you can spare the time?"

He smiled. "I'll make sure I can. Just worry about yourself."

Maggie smiled back. "Alright, then. Thank you, Gaius," she said and turned to follow the innkeeper up to her room.

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