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I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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From: (Anonymous)

So the Dragonborn the slayer of Dragons, defiler of virgins, king of all things badass is laid up in Breezehome with a terrible cold. Normally it wouldn't be so bad, but when the Dragonborn get's sick, he becomes extremely annoying.

His wife (Lydia or Aela) is the one that has to nurse the dragonborn back to health, and by the time he is feeling better, his wife is contemplating murdering him in his sleep.

Don't care what happens, just give me Aela or Lydia slowly losing their grip on sanity as the DB pesters them for the duration of his illness.

From: (Anonymous)

There's just not enough Thrynn on this meme. I'd prefer the DB to be a man or an elf, but everything else is up to you. Bonus points for involving Mercer or Cynric (in any way; doesn't have to be smut).

From: (Anonymous)

Recently I've been plaing as an Argonian and I came to adore them and their lore. I've fallen hard for my character Walks-With-Trees and so naturally I came on the k!meme looking for slash involving an Argonian and found none! Such a shame!

So anyways, all I'm really asking for is slashy goodness but I did have a plot line if and nonners want to consider: a curious Bosmer healer is caring for a wounded Argonian. They talk and get along, sharing various tellingly of their homelands and most importantly of their trees. One special day, the Argonian is discharged from the temple. The Bosmer can't help but follow.

Well okay that was a rough outline and its kind of asking for full on story so I'll be happy for any regular fills too of course!

From: (Anonymous)

Okay, so when you install a body type, like CBBE and the armours that come with it this never includes robes.
So basically it seems the my DB is the flattest chested woman in all of Skyrim so I want a fic about it.
Basically the DB feels as though she's at a disadvantage and then finds a man or lady who looks past this and loves her - all of her.

Prefer a breton/imperial/nord DB

Femslash encouraged but not necessary :)

From: (Anonymous)

There is not enough Altmer loving on here, frankly, and that makes me sad. Anyway, Altmer are the tallest race in the game and even the women are taller than Nord men. So F!Altmer (doesn't have to be the DB, but I'm impartial either way) is feeling a bit like a a lanky oaf after being in Skyrim so long--she towers over every guy and it's not cute. And because of this staggering height difference she has over EVERYONE, she hasn't gotten any in a while.

Enter Marcurio, always making the snarky and sometimes suggestive comment. She brushes it off though because she's positive he's joking, after all she's like a full foot taller than him. And then one night, she discovers that...well, he isn't.

I kinda picture it a bit like Briene/Jaime in GOT...just so you've got the same idea I have.

From: (Anonymous)

After the war he stays in Skyrim. He says it's because of the Thalmor, but he's requested the stay, because he's fallen in love with the dragonborn. She is, unfortunately, oblivious to his affections until Rikke decides to play matchmaker.

It can be sweet, but Tullius smut would be appreciated. Prefer human or elf DB.

From: (Anonymous)

She is the bosmer Court Wizard of Riften. She talks to herself, she has the tendency to forget things and, despite her passion for research and genuine enthusiasm, she is slightly touched in the head.

He is the nord housecarl of Jarl Laila. He is a strong supporter of the Stormcloaks and a tough, extremely loyal warrior with a badass mohawk.

So, am I the only one to think that those two together could win the award for the cutest couple in the Rift?

Anons, I would like a story which literally oozes awkwardness because come on, if they had an interest for each other, how normal their approaches could be?!

Maybe Wylandriah, who is not taken seriously by the academic community, is also mocked by the others in the Keep and Unmind, who has always maintained a distance, starts to feel bad for her and to slowly appreciate her beauty and eccentric intellect.

Or maybe Wylandriah's disconnected mind suddenly becomes aware of how strong and handsome the housecarl is and decides to do something to get rid of her shyness and make her intentions clear, which obviously ends in a series of improbable and strange attempts at wooing him.

If you manage to throw in it some good ol' smut, I'll give you an endless supply of calipers! :D

From: (Anonymous)

The draconic word for 'fire' is 'yol'.

This is one letter short.

Dearest anons, what happens when the Dragonborn learns the draconic word 'yolo'?

From: (Anonymous)

A Sex Pollen prompt with a twist

- F!DB comes to Riften at night to find the occupants of the city, somewhat engaged. It's night, so the people that aren't normally out haven't been hit with the pollen (ie, the orphanage, the jarl) but most of the town has. The interesting part the Thieves Guild hasn't, since they're underground. Apparently it's happened before, and they know how to fix it, but it takes two people to stop it and no one wants to go up there and do it.

Who does the DB bring with her? Does she succumb to sex pollen too, since she was outside before going to the guild? Before she gets to the Ratway, does she engage any of the people of Riften in their sexual escapades? Are Mjoll and Aerin too tempting to resist?

Details up to A!A

From: (Anonymous)

Rumor has that if you say "Take me jail, I will submit." to the Whiterun guards, you will taken to jail, but you will be fucked by the guards. F!Dragonborn has heard of this, and want to know if it's true.

I would prefer a Breton, but the other races are fine, so long as isn't the beast races.

You can have my firstborn if the Dragonborn hints at the end, that's she is going to get into more trouble in Whiterun often.

Squicks: Bathroom stuff, and bloodplay, or anything like that.

From: (Anonymous)

I have a thing for chair sex, luxury, and big (really big) Nord Jarls. The logical progression from this is to have the F!DB have sex in a throne room with one of those big, burly leaders, maybe lots of touching of brocaded robes, maybe stroking heavy furs, definitely lots of kissing and sharing breath and eye-contact. Intimacy and privacy. And coming so hard she forgets her own name.

Bonuses:
The Jarl sends everyone out of the throne room - but has to explain to his housecarl that total privacy will be needed. Obtuse Housecarl stays until Jarl rolls his eyes and explains. Because sex. Blushing and mind bleach appreciated but not required for this bonus ;)

Unusual positions, mirrors on the wall/ceilings, using draperies as bedding/covers once the throne has been christened ;)

Size kink so small F!DB preferably - who loves how BIG her Jarl is (in EVERY way)

I don't mind which Jarl Author!Anons pick, and if they choose to go M/M I'll be happy to go with that too, although het would be my first preference. All races welcome.

From: (Anonymous)

Who stuck a stick up her butt that morning?

Or, since this is the kink meme, what debauchery did she get up to last night / get pulled away from to make her so grumpy?

From: (Anonymous)

So, my Dovahkins always end up dressing in the most functional things they can find - Elven armor with that cool enchantment that protects them from some magic spells or something, that circlet of waterbreathing, daedric gauntlets of lockpicking, some glass boots that let them carry more loot... Especially at the beginning, they always end up a little... mismatched.

I´d like to see a really awkward Dovahkin who has no idea they are doing anything "wrong" and walk into the city in Necromancer robes under some hide armour, paired with some glass boots and a the forsworn headdress for the heck of it. And everyone stares. And the Dovahkin has no idea why...

Romance or not, I don´t really care, as long as it´s amusing and, if possible, silly :D You can make them as weird and unrealistically dressed as you want, no need to use my "combo", I simply wish to see some NPC react to the VERY strange sight of the hero of legend walking around as if they were ripped straight from first era... no, not even then would anyone be THIS colorblind and have no sense for fashion o_0 Don´t care about gender or race :)

From: (Anonymous)

So our DB is happily married, but often away. Their spouse takes to writing them steamy letters and hiding them in their pack. They've done it two or three times before, but the Dragonborn never mentioned it upon their return home.

Say the DB finds the letters all at once, reads them and rushes home in a fog of lust. Their partner knows just what they like, and the letters hit all the right notes.

Note: DB doesn't have to get home in the story, just be inspired to drop all by the letters from their spouse. More interested in the letters than anything else, but a reunion scene could be a lovely end.

Yay for het or femslash, and some fluffiness

Nay for non-con, gore, and bathroom related stuff

From: (Anonymous)

The Dragonborn finds a very odd dungeon. It has nasties crawling around inside, just like every other. But it sort of feels like there is a Word Wall. There's even Dragon Priest designs on the walls... but these ones are oddly more sexual than the ones he's found before.

He gets to the main treasure room - and finds a feeldoe on a plinth. It looks like it's been carved from some gemstone, semi-transparent and gleaming. It also isn't shaped like any cock he's ever seen. It has all these ridges and nubs, it's rather imposing and aggressive. The way it chants to him though, he's sure it's sculpted in the likeliness of a dragon's cock.

... Loot it loot. Plus, it looks gorgeous. The longer he looks at it the more he wants to put it in his LI.

Skip to some tavern or house where DB and LI are getting frisky - DB talks LI into letting him try it out. He puts it on - and it allows him to feel everything as if the feeldoe was his flesh and blood.

Bonus points if it's impossible to remove afterwards.

From: (Anonymous)

I'd love to see a story where Tullius and Rikke go to humorously ridiculous lengths to cover for the Dragonborn who helped the Empire win the civil war but still kills every Thalmor he/she comes across.

From: (Anonymous)

The knight examined the ring on his finger, watching the light shine off the surface, watching the slight shimmer from the faint enchantment it held.

It didn’t weight much, but for some reason it felt solid and strong, keeping Vilkas grounded when all he wanted to do was jump for joy and bounce like an excited child. Because this ring meant that he held… a certain ownership of something rather valuable and coveted in Skyrim at the moment.

Vilkas looked around the side of the building to still see Gunnar talking with one of the many guests that had come today. The old warrior wiped away at his brow, trying to keep some of the sweat out of his eyes and said something to a red haired woman, looking like he desperately wanted to get out of the strange heat that seemed to be plaguing Skyrim.

Or into my arms Vilkas thought wistfully.

Gunnar finished his chat and before some other person could harass him he loudly declared he needed to do something and headed towards Vilkas. And as the old warrior neared, both he and the knight’s expressions lit up and they both smiled. And when the old man finally joined him in the shade, he was nearly grinning from ear to ear.

“So sonny” He nearly purred, standing in front of the knight “I’ve finally got you, all of you”

“Yes, you have” Vilkas smiled.

The old warrior ducked his head a bit to capture a quick peck before straightening up

“And all I had to do was stick a ring on you” Gunnar smiled warmly.

“No, you had all of me before that” Vilkas sighed, reaching up to cup Gunnar’s slightly sticky face in his hands.

“Hmm, did I now?” Gunnar purred

He leaned down again, but when their mouth connected again it was much more passionate and much longer. The old warrior’s rough lips pressed against the knight’s lovingly at first, filled with the passion that the old warrior had for Vilkas. His hands came up to capture Vilkas’ face, his calloused thumbs sweeping gentle circles across the knight’s cheeks. Vilkas’ arms came up and wrapped around the old warrior’s bare chest and pull him all that closer.

And then it got a little rougher and wetter, Gunnar’s tongue slipping out to swipe across the knight’s, him wanting entrance into the sweet haven. It only took two swipes of that tongue across his sensitive lips for the knight to give in and part his lips for the old warrior’s enjoyment as he quickly dove in to claim every inch of that sweet mouth.

Feeling that oh so talented and wet muscle in his mouth, roughly tangling with his own before friskily tasting the top of his mouth or swiping across his teeth, the knight couldn’t help but feel a rush of blood make its way south. He groaned against Gunnar’s mouth, completely letting go to the desire, letting his hands wonder across the broad, hardened back of his husband.
Gunnar let him go with an obscenely loud smack before leaning a bit back to look over his handy work.

Vilkas’s mouth and cheeks were a lovely aroused pink, his mouth wet with their combined saliva, his breathing hard and fast to catch what Gunnar had practically sucked out.

“Hmm, some how you look even better now” Gunnar leered before bending down a bit to kiss Vilkas’ forehead affectionately “With that hot and bothered expression and those fancy clothes”

Vilkas took a moment to gulp down enough breaths to manage an answer.

“Well, not as nice as you do without your shirt” Vilkas managed.

“Aren’t you sweet?” Gunnar grinned before landing another kiss on his lover’s wet mouth.

It was about then that a wicked smile crossed Gunnar’s face and his lone eye shined with devious thoughts.

“How about doing something bad sonny?” Gunnar grinned.

“Huh?”

(sorry for just dropping this here, but reading through the rules of FF I realized that someone somewhere would have been very upset with me for placing it there, so I hope you guys at least enjoy this dose of smut)

tag: m!dragonborn, Vilkas, slash, age kink, blowjob (and I'm sure I'm missing some but bear with me)

From: (Anonymous)

I must admit that I really like Elenwen. She is powerfull, mysterious and her voice is smoking hot. It's sad there is not enough love for her! If someone writes femslash with her, that would be great!

I suppose it would be logical if the Dragonborn is an Altmer.. maybe neutral/undecided about the Thalmor, and Elenwen does whatever it takes to make her join their cause.

From: (Anonymous)

Hello! I keep seeing lovely prompts involving mortal NPCs, and I was wondering, why don't the immortal NPCs get any love? So, I wanna see some inter-dimensional loving.

Would prefer Clavicus Vile (who doesn't love a trickster?), but any Daedric prince will do well - I just want mind games to be a thing.

Anything is fine, kink wise.

From: (Anonymous)

Vilkas never liked magic, he felt uneasy and tense when it was used near him or worse - on him, but he never feared it. Then one day something awful involving magic happens and leaves him terrified of it - now even healing magic makes him panic and cower in fear. He tries to hide it but fails. His lover DB tries to help him...right? ...or not? (Author choice)

Anon prefers strong&manly, aggressive, no-nonsense, dominant, evil bastard kind of DB, someone who is more powerful than Vilkas both physically and mentally and can take care of him without drowning in sugar and fluff. Someone who might enjoy seeing Vilkas so vulnerable for a little bit longer before helping him. But it's all up to Author:)
Anon prefers slash, but het is ok too, sex is optional,but no non-con.

From: (Anonymous)

Uhm.. Hello. First time asking for one of these. I adore Farkas, mostly because of his voice and wanted to see if I could stir up some trou-- I mean love for pairings involving him! Now, main thing is I'm, as mentioned before, big on his voice. I adore how gravelly it is.

The DB can be anyone, as to race, gender, etc. Mine, personally is an unarmed combat khajiit, who due to heavy armour has to sneak naked. May be amusing to include that for laughs, if you like.

So, I like smut. It's delicious, I even know a song about it. Fluff is OK too. I feel like I'm being too vague.

Right, recap:
1. Farkas, love the voice. Mention, please
2. DB = anything you like, slight sugguestion unarmed combat type. Maybe mention sneaking naked due to heavy armour.
3. ???
4. MOST AWESOME FILL EVER!/ Profit!

From: (Anonymous)

The Hunter crouched behind a fallen log, watching his prey as he had a hundred times. For so long he had wandered Skyrim, hunting one beast after another. Wolf, Bear, Spriggan, Troll, he had hunted them all. Sent an arrow into their eye and slit their throat, shouted his praise to Lord Hircine and eaten their heart. He had taken every beast in Skyrim.

But this was a different kind of hunt. Watching the hunched form, he couldn't help but remember the last time he had hunted one. It had been the toughest hunt of his life. The prey strong and smart and an accomplished hunter in it's own right. Killing it had been the greatest moment of his life. But just after........as he looked upon it's perfection and watched it transform back into a human, he felt worse then ever before in his life.

Not that the Werewolf he had hunted and killed had been an innocent human imprisoned within a ferocious beast, he had hunted many humans before, but that he would never find a better hunt.

What did a hunter do after taking down the ultimate hunter? What could match that?

It wasn't until a year later that he had found his answer. When remembering the strength in the werewolf's limbs, the powerful muscles of her flanks. The brightness of her teeth and the tantalizing musky scent of her thick fur. A werewolf was as much human as it was beast, blessed by Lord Hircine to be a perfect blend of both.

It had taken another year to find her, combing every little hamlet for rumours of werewolves, and three months after that to wait for this opportunity. Not only had she Changed, but she was in heat. And he had managed to stay with her, undetected, for her entire run.

At last, it was time.

From: (Anonymous)

In Hot Water
A/N: EndraA!A here...I'm back! And I come bearing a new story. This one is longer than the last and will, hopefully, make you feel all warm inside...in both senses ;) Hope you all enjoy it!

summary: In the midst of battling Alduin, Ghorbash and Endra's relationship grows stronger in the face of probable death.
tags: es:skyrim, char:F!PC, char:ghorbash_the_iron_hand, series:endra, race:orsimer, race:nord, kink:fluff, kink:size, kink:angst

The journey to Whiterun was slow, arduous and almost silent.

Nothing attacked them, not even wolves and Ghorbash wondered if everything in Tamriel had conceded to the idea that the dragonborn and her companion could do with a few days break.

Potions that Endra had wisely brought with her had healed them but they were still aching; the bruises inside still black. When it had been over, he had watched her root through her bag and pull out red bottles. He had been ready to refuse one even as he slumped, burned and broken in the thick snow. But the look on her face had changed his mind. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, as though she was afraid that if she would blink, she'd fall asleep forever. She looked exhausted, empty and scared. So he took a healing potion despite his reservations and drank it. It appeased her a little but not much. Her face said it all.

It wasn't over.

Alduin's defeat wasn't complete and they were broken and tired. But for now, it was back to Whiterun to lick their wounds.

They barely spoke in the three days it took them to get to her home. Both were absorbed in their own thoughts, wondering what this meant for them now and how long they would have to keep fighting until they were finally done and they could rest. And then of course, it would be on to tackling the civil war.

It was just past dusk when they pushed open the great wooden doors of Whiterun and made their way to Breezehome, dragging their aching feet. Once they were inside, Lydia rushed to relieve them of their bags and weapons. He watched Endra hand them over gratefully, sighing. Lydia began to ask what food they would like but Endra cut her off.

"Food later. Right now, I need to bathe."

"Of, course my Thane."

Lydia rushed off to prepare the bath and Endra sighed again, hands on her hips. Her eyes closed and she stayed there, swaying slightly on the spot. He placed a hand on the small of her back and her eyes opened again. He wanted to say something comforting but wasn't sure what. This wasn't exactly his area.

"It is ready!" Lydia called, making her way back down the stairs. He watched her as she noticed his hand steadying her Thane. "I will prepare your food in the meantime."

"Thank you, Lydia." Endra reached behind her and grasped his wrist. "Come with me?"

He had no idea why she sounded so uncertain. He would have thought that they were beyond asking. But he nodded to appease her and followed behind her up the stairs and into her bedroom where the bath had been set up, steaming and inviting.

She didn't even close the door behind them before she started pulling at his armour. As she was undoing the clasps on his torso, he kicked off his boots and she did the same. Then she peeled the top off his aching body and he tried not to wince as the cold hit him. She had pulled off the bottom half before he could even adjust. She ran her fingers over his broad chest and lingered over his heart, as though checking it was still thundering beneath his green skin. Once she was satisfied that it was, she turned and he realised it was his turn to undress her. Usually, the prospect of seeing her naked would fill him with excitement, but now all he felt was apprehension.

She had never been so quiet and he hated it. He hated that she was exhausted, he hated the amount of pressure on her, he hated that it still wasn't over despite both of them giving everything they had to kill Alduin at the Throat of the World and, most of all, he hated that he could do absolutely nothing about any of it. He couldn't make all of this stop and he couldn't carry these burdens for her. But he vowed that, even if it was just for one night, he would make sure she ate, she laughed and that he would hold her until she slept peacefully in his arms.

From: (Anonymous)

You know who doesn't get enough loving on this meme? Golldir.

And I don't know why. He's such a sweetheart, and his voice is so... UNF.

I don't mind gender or race for DB (or another NPC, but for conveniences' sake I suggest DB). Be as kinky or fluffy as you like, Anons.

OP kinks: virginity, dirty talk, size kink, sex from behind
OP squicks: Non-con, dub-con

From: (Anonymous)

First of, I'm really new to this so forgive me if I do anything wrong.

Ever since my first meeting with Eorlund I've imagined him to be very proud of "his Skyforge" and the weapons and armor he makes using it, yet the Dragonborn is free to use it as she pleases.

This put the idea in my head that for some reason the Dragonborn really had to use the Skyforge. Maybe she accidentally broke or damaged Vilkas' or Farkas' weapon while secretly training with them while they slept so she wants to forge a new one or have Eorlund forge an exact copy to replace the broken one before they find out.

Now I also imagine Eorland, being a blacksmith is utterly facinated with weapons and thus having some sexual fantasies involving them. I can't imagine him playing these out with his wife so he sees his opportunity and agrees to the Dragonborn using his forge or making the weapon without telling anyone only if she does exactly as he wants for the evening.

I imagine this starting out as dub-con but with the Dragonborn enjoying it in the end. Maybe even so much so that she becomes sort of addicted and comes back for more or pleasures herself with her own weapons? oOo I feel a sequel where either Vilkas or Farkas discoveres her doing so and gets curious, wanting to join in and explore :P but I digress lol

Bonus if the Dragonborn agrees without knowing beforehand what exactly he wants (she could know about the sex but have no idea of the weapons he wants to involve, or have no clue at all about what he wants)

Kinks: age difference, alpha males, bondage, double penetration

I'd prefere the Dragonborn be Nord Female, but other human races are okay as well.