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Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

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)

Dragonborn, race doesn't matter, would prefer male though, keeps hearing about the Alik'r's "curved swords" and wants to know what's really so impressive. Cue Alik'r/Dragonborn gangbang.

Bonus points for follower also getting gangbanged.

Double bonus points for Lydia.

From: (Anonymous)

Prompt idea.A tiny bit of dark fluff.

Elenwen kidnaps the Dragonborn (any race but Elf, preferably Breton) and realizes that the Dragonborn's seed is good "breeding stock", far superior than that of an Elf.She indoctrinates the DB (maybe after some torture but that's not what this kink is about) and eventually the Dragonborn begins to see things from the Dominions side.

Eventually Elenwen and the DB are engaged.

That's what i got, go from there!

From: (Anonymous)

Meme needs MOAR failsex prompts.
I wanna see hilariously bad sex. With anybody. I just wanna see it happen. No bathroom stuff please.

From: (Anonymous)

If Jorlief's letter to Aventus Aretino is any indication, legal age in Skyrim is 16.

I doubt Ulfric was actually that young, but for the sake of kinkmeme that would put him at 16 at the very youngest in the winter of 3E: 171. Which would make him about 18 or so during his capture...

Young Ulfric fic or Skyrim reminiscence, I don't really care. Just give me something about the young Ulfric leaving High Hrothgar and going off to the Great War. Comfort sex with a good listener is great too. Or just regular sex, whatever floats your boat.

From: (Anonymous)

There is great kink meme potential for invisibility magic.

Drevis believes he is invisible when you first meet him, and though he isn't, he's the Illusion master trainer so his spells must work most of the time. Say Drevis is invisible somewhere at the College when someone else comes in and does something obscene - a solo act, a pair sneaking off for sex, a group activity, whatever. Bonus points if his witnessing the goings on is unintentional and embarrassing but he can't escape - invisibility breaks if you open a door...

Is he humiliated throughout? Does his invisibility wear off too soon and he gets caught? Does he start to get off? If he jerks off, is his come also invisible?? Go where you will!

From: (Anonymous)

It was inevitable, wasn’t it? But before you start screaming, hear me out, because it actually has a lot of potential.

The simultaneously best and worst thing about Thu’um is that it can do literally anything — like, say, rip a hole into the fabric of the universe? (If your Voice is strong enough anyway. The DB’s might be after the main story.) To give just one example: What if the DB was in serious trouble (anything from being surrounded by Dragon Priests to being about to hit a mountain at high speed), and in the last second, s/he desperately shouts a Word. It can be something as minor as Bex (”open”), but it works perfectly… in the worst way. S/he falls through a dimensional rip and ends up — you guessed it — in/around Hogwarts.

The HP world and the Elder Scrolls universe are just two of the many alternate worlds in the Multiverse (which explains why there’s some cultural overlap like Nords/Vikings). Magic exists in both, but works completely different. Dragons exist in both and of course the DB would be interested in that. And consider how little we know about HP dragons — maybe they aren’t so different from Skyrim’s dragons, but for some reason pretend they’re just beasts? How would they react if they suddenly felt the DB arrive in their world? DB-Dragon interactions would actually interest me the most (especially if it’s a DB who likes dragons), but if your DB wants to bitchslap Voldy, that’s fine, too. Anything you can come up with is good!

As for how s/he gets back… Sovngarde and Oblivion and the like aren’t part of Nirn. Some of it might well be a constant in at least large parts of the Multiverse. The Void, for example, seems like it might be. A DB Listener could maybe contact the Night Mother. A Nightingale has Nocturnal, etc. Akatosh and Talos probably always have an eye on the DB.

Fem!Nord DB preferred, but by no means necessary.

Bonus points for the DB being Archmage
a) because s/he’s a master of an almost dead branch of magic (Thu’um) but is otherwise crap at it, or
b) and deserving the title, but s/he’s more interested in researching HP magic than, you know, helping fight a megalomaniac terrorist.

Double bonus points if the DB isn’t powerful enough to get back home. But who could be even more powerful? Oh right, Alduin, who’s been shunted into the HP world instead of going back to Skyrim, which he’d have preferred, as punishment by Akatosh. So the only way for Alduin and the DB to get back home is to work ~*together*~.

From: (Anonymous)

Ondolemar sees a young woman working in a tavern/inn and becomes infatuated with her but thinks he can't act upon it because of his continued insistence that his breeding is far superior to hers.

Also BONUS LOVE if...
- Ondolemar watches her work most nights, causing him to - ahem - relieve himself when he gets back to his chambers.
- Would love a ~~buxom~~ Nord female as it seems the most logical.

Don't mind if there's sex or not...just as long as there's plenty of Ondolemar being sexually tortured by his own snobbery!

From: (Anonymous)

For those of you who know the Planeswalker story line in Magic the Gathering, you should know who Sarkan Vol is. For those of you who don't, he's a guy with the ability to teleport from plane to plane and has an obsession with dragons. He's also as crazy as Sheogorath.

You may be able to see where I am going with this.

Sarkhan Vol planeswalks to Tamriel and gets his dragon based magic (summoning dragons, turning into a dragon, breathing fire, etc.) mistaken for being a dragonborn.

From: (Anonymous)

Would like to read something with Alduin in either Nord or Dunmer form, preferablly with some signs of his former self like maybe his dragon eyes, long black hair etc. Something like that and a female dragonborn from any of the human races.

I'll leave the details up to anyone who wants to take this on though I'd like for the dragon language to be included somewhere ;)

kinks: pretty much anything but nothing involving scat/watersports and no non con, though dub con is fine (probably encouraged really given the pairing :P)

From: (Anonymous)

So it turns out that if you ask Vekel the Man what the word is around the Guild during every different Thieves Guild quest, he'll give you a quick update of the Guild's eye view.

If you do this during Hard Answers, ie. after the Snow Veil Sanctum escapade, but before taking that stone rubbing back to Enthir, he'll say the following:

"Everyone's been worried since you and Mercer haven't shown up in a while. Brynjolf even went out to find you. Delvin and Vex have been running things for now."

Is it me or is this crying out for fic? Would like to see a worried sick Brynjolf trekking all over Skyrim trying to find his missing Guildmaster and the protege he's developing feelings for. Ideally ending with him tracking said protege down, chewing them out for not reporting in earlier and ending up breaking down and confessing how quietly terrified he's been. Sexy times, either of the providing comfort to Brynjolf variety, or Brynjolf and PC arguing and ending up in bed variety, followed by comforting and sweetness, would be a nice bonus.

No preferences as to gender or race of the PC, they don't even have to be Dragonborn although a Dragonborn probably is more likely to bugger off round Skyrim with half a million other things to do.

Kinks: frottage, oral, lots of snogging, groping and cuddling, tearing each other's clothes off.

Squicks: non-con, bathroom stuff, young and virginal PC - someone sexually experienced and close to Brynjolf's age please! Also not sure spanking or bondage would really fit the prompt either.

TL;DR - Brynjolf is freaking out after player and Mercer don't come back after Speaking With Silence, goes to look for them.

From: (Anonymous)

Using voice of the Emperor during sexy times.

From: (Anonymous)

Aela masturbating with a skyrim-y sex toy. I've seen toys in other fics, but for couples' use. I'd like Aela masturbating, with some kind of tamrielian dildo, just enjoying her fine body.

Weird request, I know, but squicks are anal, blood, bathroom stuff, noncon.

From: (Anonymous)

Yes, it's a cliché, but Skyrim's climate just begs for some bad weather snuggle fic. So the snow's three feet deep, or the mud's three feet deep, or the icy wind is enough to grow icicles on a Greybeard's beard, or the storm is powerful enough to wash a ship right up onto the docks.

The DB and their companion (any gender, any race) might not always get along, might not even agree on anything, might not even trust each other, but it's definitely better with two in this weather. I'd like to see the relationship improve - doesn't have to end in sex or even snogging (although that would be nice) but I'd like to see the DB get closer to a companion unexpectedly, perhaps unexpected for both of them, with the weather as the catalyst.

Fluff is yes. Het, slash and femslash are yes. Threesome is yes. Not really looking for hardcore kinks (definitely no non-con or dubcon.) Rarely used NPCs are awesome. Surprise me.

From: (Anonymous)

As a character, Onmund's grown on me. He's cute, sweet, and I like his backstory as a guy who's caught between cultures - he's studying to be a mage while wanting to respect his Nord traditions, he's in a new place and working hard but his parents don't support him. The poor kid's probably under a fair amount of stress and could stand to unwind.

Can somebody - anybody - please rail this boy in the whatchamahoozit until he's seeing stars?

No noncon or dubcon, he should be spent and smiling afterwards. Show him a good time, anons.

(and I'm not specifying slash only, if anyone wants to write strap-on porn that's fine by me!)

From: (Anonymous)

I'd like to see a Dunmer Dragonborn that grew up in the Grey Quarter of Windhelm and didn't really understand the racism and whatnot that plagued the city. She's more of the mind that "if they just gave us the chance to prove ourselves, they'd see how great we are!" Which is of course wrong.

So the DB sees Ulfric when she's small, riding into the city with a company of men and looking like Talos himself and she carries a torch for him for the rest of her life. Eventually, she begins working with the Stormcloaks because she honestly believes Ulfric should be king, etc, and wants to prove herself to him. Much angsting on her behalf, eventual repeated sexy times in which Ulfric uses her, and general miserableness.

This is a pretty long and specific prompt, so I don't expect it to get filled -- just throwing it out there for anyone with generous plot bunnies.

Bonus points if: The DB gets her shit together at some point and moves on/Ulfric has feelings for her, but realizes she's still a filthy Grey-Skin and it makes him feel dirty.

From: (Anonymous)

Ancano is one nosy, arrogant, haughty, entitled, handsome bastard and the Dragonborn has had enough of his crap, so he teaches Ancano a lesson. With his cock. Ancano actually loves it. Bonus points if the Dragonborn is also an Altmer.

From: (Anonymous)

The Dragonborn likes the Khajit caravans and after a while, and a few favours they warm up to him too. Until one night when they're camped outside Whiterun, they offer the Dragonborn their hospitality rite, taking moon sugar together.

Which gets everyone high and horny and results in epic slashy human/khajit furry orgy sex with tickly tails etc. Maybe knotting, if that even applies to Khajiit. Good clean fur on flesh action with a nosy guard or two peeking into the tent and having his mind blown.

From: (Anonymous)

So one character (npc, db whatever) has just had their heart crushed by a their love interest (they cheated, broke up whatever...)
So the heartbroken one believes they'll never love again until they meet someone who makes the effort to fix the heart break.

Bonus points if:
-Vilkas is in there somewhere
-Hurt and comfort sex
-Size kink

I hope this makes sense, first time requesting.....

From: (Anonymous)

I did a quick research through the meme but I didn't find anything related to this interesting pairing so...here we go.

Hermir is Oengul's fellow blacksmith in Windhelm and, quoting the wiki, she "thinks very highly of Ulfric". She is not only enthusiastic about the whole stormcloaks rebellion but she literally reveres the Jarl and working at the forge gives her the opportunity to "see Ulfric up close."

This OP would love to read a story about this Nord woman who is so dedicated to Ulfric's cause and also so head over heels for him. She admires him from a distance, aware that the Jarl is just too much for a common citizen, and resolves to simply do the best that she can to help him, putting her knowledge at his service... but is Hermir really that meaningless as she thinks she is to the Jarl? could her feelings be reciprocated?

Romance, angst, denial, sex and everything else you want Anons... let it happen!

From: (Anonymous)

I wanna see a fic where Tullius and Rikke are trying to have sex and can't get it up.

Bonus points:

Humor in the situation
the phrase "This hasn't happened before."
Rikke is sexually frustrated with the situation.

From: (Anonymous)

I'm going to crank up my shipping goggles a few notches and just put this out there: Ambarys Rendar and Malthyr Elenil, the publican and assistant at the New Gnisis Cornerclub. They could be an item, eh? They're not warriors, or wizards, or heroic adventurers, they're just the low-key couple who runs your neighborhood bar...

From: (Anonymous)

The old stories about a noble hero with a warrior's soul were...a little off.

Sure, she absorbs the essence of dragons, just not the way the stories said she would. And so she has the power to bring Alduin to his knees with just that one shout. Dragons seek her out where ever she goes and she ends up besting them in, ah, "combat"...

She is...DragonBONED!

Bonus for a new meaning to the song "The Dragonborn comes" being mentioned :)

From: (Anonymous)

The Dragonborn is a big softy and she's adopted two little rascals that she just adore. They've got their home, maybe a dog and pet bard?

Oh wait, the Dragonborn brings home a potential suitor that has to win over her kids too (after FINALLY getting the DB to notice him/her).

So, do the kids run the suitor off through cruel pranks or by kicking their ass (I mean, come on, they are the children of the Dragonborn) or do they grudgingly accept the newest addition to their family?

Hubbie's race, gender or profession doesn't matter to me. Just make it cracky or cute :)

From: (Anonymous)

This little prompt is the unholy offspring of an old Cidhna Mine gangbang prompt on the meme (http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3288.html?thread=1097432#t1097432), the suggestion of going through the mine as a werewolf from the Elder Scrolls Wiki page on the quest in general, my own character's prior experiences with wolfing out, and a very kickass Meat Loaf song by the name of "The Monster Is Loose".

Basically, F!DB (for this prompt, I'd like her to be a Nord), after joining the Circle of the Companions and becoming a werewolf, has always kept her wolf side in check since her initial rampage at Whiterun and her slaughter of the Silver Hand at Gallows Rock. She hates killing and eating people in her beast form, and is holding out until she can find a cure for her lycanthropy and put this crap behind her. Circumstances call her to Markarth (perhaps getting her hands on her first piece of Dwarven gear and being summoned by Calcelmo), where she gets involved in the Forsworn Conspiracy and eventually gets framed for murder and thrown into Cidhna Mine.

The prisoners of the mine have not seen a woman other than their hateful guard for years, and at least half of them are hopped up on skooma or worse. Worse, many of the prisoners are Forsworn, and apart from having a general mad-on for Nords like our DB, some of them are none too happy with her for clearing out a Forsworn fortress near the border of Whiterun and are looking to exact revenge on her for their fallen brethren. And since the guards confiscated all her gear before throwing her into the mine, it seems that our DB is at the mercy of the Forsworn and that a gangbang is all but inevitable.

But as the prisoners hold her down and prepare to do their worst to her, our DB, already badly stressed out from having to deal with her beast and all the other crap that has happened to her before being thrown into this accursed mine for something she did not fucking do, reaches the absolute limit of what she can take. And suddenly, as you can guess from the song mentioned earlier, THE MONSTER IS LOOSE, and no one in Cidhna Mine is getting out alive, let alone unscathed.

Standard squicks of scat and watersports apply.

From: (Anonymous)

[Finally, this madness reaches its natural conclusion. As requested in http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2438.html?thread=4157830#t4157830, I've written a smuttier, more kinkmeme-worthy following to my cracky pieces. Actual tags will be in the last post, but, just to give you a taste of what to expect, I'll tell you here that this will be a little more serious, slightly less insane, and an attempt at reconciling the crackiness with my headcanon.

You will find here Mercer/F!DB, a couple of hints at a blossoming Brynjolf/F!DB, creative use of weaponry and dwemer machines, much biting and roughness, name calling, even more naughty poetry, and a cameo of everyone's beloved Wabbajack.

This was a fun ride for me, Anons. I hope it was the same for you.]

The arrow struck its target, quiet and deadly, and despite how far she was from the bandit that was now falling to the ground, mouth open in a silent scream of pain as the point stuck from his throat, Joie could swear she heard the dull sound of it hitting; a low, brief vibration, a single moment that saw her whole body tensing and then relaxing, not too unlike an orgasm, her lips twisting into a crooked grin.

Sometimes she worried about what things like that made of her. The kind of predatory pleasure she felt in landing a particularly precise blow, in putting her life on the line, in seeing someone walk right past her as she waited in the shadows. Even now, she realized she shouldn’t be there, playing with those poor sods and using them as target practice. She should be a little further out, outside from the ruins, waiting a few more hours for Brynjolf and Karliah to arrive, so that they could slip inside and get the bastard before he left with the key and the eyes. But where was the harm in killing a couple of bandits while she waited? She could even enter, clear a few rooms before they came. They would recognize her arrows sticking from the corpses, every single one of them dyed a dark green hue, and reach her before anything bad happened. It sounded easy enough.

Or maybe that way she would alert Mercer, and he’d escape with the key, and that was definitely not a good thing. Not that any of them was in a hurry, of course, and especially not him. Had he been so, he wouldn’t have left his plans for them to find, wouldn’t have left that odd message; no, it was a challenge meant for all three of them to face, and, if what she’d gathered from his behavior this far was correct, their former guild master wasn’t planning a quick hit and a silent escape. He wanted his victory to be as loud and clear as possible, and his pursuers to be exactly one step behind him, with him barely out of their grasp. A lot of things could go wrong with that plan, of course, and that was exactly what the Nightingales were hoping for – a step in the wrong direction, a single mistake could damn him faster than he could invoke Lady Luck. Still, putting him with his back against the wall when she wasn’t ready to face him was not something Joie wanted to do. It would end horribly. As in, blade-to-the-gut, complete-failure horribly.

The falling snow was starting to collect on her shoulders and head, and she snorted, absently aiming at another bandit. The arrow met his legs while he ran towards his fallen comrade, causing him to fall on his face upon the icy cold ground; another one silenced him a moment before he could scream for help. Joie sighed, shaking the snow off her body. That one had been sloppy. She was thinking too much, holding back her instincts, and the cold weather was starting to make it hard to concentrate: not a good combination. Even the idle thoughts that had entertained her during her journey had soon faded in favor of the most pressing matter; she was alone, and he was inside, and he had something she would really appreciate recovering before its loss sealed its mark upon her soul and damned her for eternity.

Which, she hated to admit, had to take priority even over any act of revenge. Maybe her tarnished soul wasn’t worth much, but she would hate it, to leave the guild in the mud after they had taken her in and become the only family she could ever hope to have. And Brynjolf… no, every one of them deserved better than that.