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Inspired by all the other self-love prompts, but this OP here needs slash. So the LI is in love with the DB but the DB doesn't show any interest... or the DB and his LI are already married but the DB is off adventuring all the time... Cue lonely LI pleasuring himself to thoughts of the DB one night. Defintely wouldn't say no to the DB walking in on him and being amused/instantly turned on/confused/happy/slightly disgusted. OP has no squicks.

The confrontation with Haelga in the Bunkhouse goes a little differently -- Haelga tries to fight blackmail with seduction! She can come out on top (literally and/or figuratively) or have the DB turn the tables with his/her own knowledge of the Dibellan arts.

Dragonborn is any gender/race.

Bonus cookies for either/all of the below:
Follower is totally used to this sort of thing happening
DB/Haelga try out some of the items in her room (horker tusk, honey, leather straps, etc.)

Because you just know that none of the Daedric Princes would be willing to pass up laying claim to the Dragonborn in the afterlife.

So, basically, say you have a Dragonborn that did all the Daedric quests in Skyrim. They became a Nightingale, partied with Sanguine, had tea with Sheogorath, the works. Hell, they even joined the Dark Brotherhood and got on Sithis' good side (yes I know he's not a Daedra, but the fact remains he still has a claim if that action was taken.)

So when the Dragonborn dies, what else could all these powerful beings do but fight for the right to claim his or her soul? Nothing really, they're all quite bored.

I want this to be as cracky as possible, dear anons. I don't care who wins in the end, I just want some comedy. Because you know all of the Daedric lords have a few screws loose.

So, you can destroy the dark brotherhood but not the thieves guild, but we write fic of things that don't happen or never should happen so let's change that shall we?

The Dragonborn is asked by Jarl Laila Law Giver to destroy the thieves guild, and considering that the Dragonborn has just had one of their homes burgled and one of their children has lost the only mementoe of their parents that they had, well they agree.

They descend upon the ragged flagon and butcher everyone who doesn't run, and afterwards they have bloody adrenaline laced sex on mercer's desk and all over the cistern.

I don't dislike the Thieves guild or anything, i just wish there was an option to destroy them sometimes. I'd say five survivors would be enough to re-establish the guild somewhere else, but Mercer has to die and horribly at that, especially if he's encouraging people to steal little girls mementoes.

Slash preferred for the sex, but het works too.

This anon would like to read about what could happen if there was a frenzy spell that made people fuck instead of fight.

Smut, crack, both, anything and everything.

Markarth is Stormcloak territory for this fill.

After the Dragonborn has busted out of Cidhna mine with Madanach and slaughtered a bunch of guards and Thonnar Silver Blood he heads to Understone keep, planning to butcher Thongvar Silver Blood. How dare he sentence the dragonborn to life in Cidhna mine to cover up his families dirty little secret.

Thongvar, realising which way the wind is blowing, offers the Dragonborn Vlindrel Hall and a Thane-ship in the hope that it'll spare his miserable life.

The Dragonborn is still coming towards him with that really creepy Daedric mace of his, so Thongvar sweetens the pot, he gives the Dragonborn his pet Thalmor, Ondolemar. Who had the bad luck to be knocked out and captured during the hand-over of the city to the Stormcloaks.

The dragonborn is really tempted to bash in Thongvar's head, but hey it's a free house, title and a deliciously attractive Thalmor that they can keep for their own.

That's the set up, expand.

Spoilers, just saying.

After Cicero attacks Veezara in the Sanctuary, Babette tends to him and tells him he's brave. This makes me think that maybe Babette and Veezara might be in better terms than most of the other Brotherhood members. I'd like to see a story where, before the events of Skyrim, Veezara is tracking down a contract and finds his half eaten corpse in a shack where Babette has lived for hundreds of years in self exile, due to thinking that she is a monster. Veezara convinced her otherwise and they become close friends/sibling figures, and Veezara convinces Babette to join the Brotherhood. Veezara then becomes Babette's closest friend, and one of the first people she's ever cared for since her transformation, and vice versa, with Veezara seeing Babette as a sister he never had.

Make it happy please, and have it end before Veezara's death. Please no smut.

Basically on one of my many many replays of the thieves guild quest line after the final battle with Mercer when the whole place begins to flood Brynjolf couldn't find his way to the surface.
Basically my idea is that the DB has been harbouring all these feelings she deems inappropriate for him. (Maybe their ages are too far apart or because he's a womaniser who would never really love anyone, whatever)
So when the place begins to flood the DB is trying desperatly to get out and once she's out Karliah follows but Brynjolf is nowhere to be seen.
Cue panicking, frantic DB doing the hero thing and going to the rescue hauling his ass out of the water.
Whatever happens is up to A!As, maybe she's angry, maybe he actually starts seeing her as a love interest who he tries to woo etc.

Bonus points if the DB is a Breton or Imperial (size kink)

Because sweetheart!Ralof. All I really want is something really sweet and fluffy, but this needs to be written whatever you decide to do with it!

Fluff and het are the only tags for this, I think? Unless you want to talk about the game intro, in which case, probably char death...

Okay, so Sinding swears off civilization but the bleeding heart Dragonborn just can't leave well enough alone and insists on dropping in from time to time. This time though, she arrives just when our resident werewolf is caught in the middle of mating season without a female in sight. Not to mention that he has been crushing on the Dragonborn ever since she defied Hircine to save his hide.

I don't want beast-sex since the size alone might kill a Breton but big bonus points if you could have Sinding 'devolve' sufficiently so that he looks more like a wolf-man and still fit the Dragonborn, barely.

Kinks are size, sweet sweet dub-con, dirty talk and I would be ever so grateful if you could work in (multiple)forced orgasms.

Squicks are beast sex, non-con, blood, bathroom works.

Please, someone fill this!

I've never posted on this meme but I figured i'd give it a shot because I have an idea for a story but I can't seem to get it down right. Anyway, i've always been fascinated by the elven races in TES and despite my issues with their "holier than thou" attitudes i'm particularly fond of high elves. Which in Skyrim has led to a rather intense interest in the Thalmor.

You see, during one of my play-throughs I encountered a Thalmor patrol escorting a prisoner. I didn't really think much of it so I just passed them by. Later on I noticed that for some reason one of the Justiciar's had essentially started stalking me. There weren't really any options to communicate with him. He bascially just followed me around until he died.

So the prompt here is that our DB (Can be male or female.I prefer human or mer race-wise.)encounters this same problem. Just what is this Thalmor doing? Has he defected? Just curious? Spying? How the DB reacts to this issue is up to you.

Bonus points if the two becomes good friends and said Justiciar defends the DB against other Thalmor. Also bonus point for romance (especially if DB is male.)

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.

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

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.

There has to be a reason by Tonilia wastes her septims buying the DBs stolen plates, cups etc.... sexy reasons.

Pretty straight forward. Tonilia and the DB have sex so she tolerates whatever junk they bring back for her.

No preference for gender of the DB.
In the mood for a Imperial DB, but any other human race should be fine

Vilkas loves his Dragonborn wife, she is the other half of his soul. Apparently the other half of his soul can't seem to help her sticky fingers, and when he catches her, he must punish her once more.

**self fill** I got bored while waiting for my last chapter in their story to come back from the editor and wrote this. Not completely done yet, we'll call it a w.i.p.

Kinks: Spanking and hair pulling; some good old fashioned smuttiness too.

It's part of my headcanon for all my Dragonborn, that when they eventually have all of their eight Housecarls they ask them to share their bed. Not for sex or anything, it's just after dealing with dragons, thieves, asassins, potentially world shattering magical macguffins and freaking daedra princes, well the dragonborn sleeps better with company.

Unfortunately for them, their housecarl doesn't sleep well when in their company. Not only is the dragonborn fit and strong, but they are witty, confident and just awesome.

They're also gay or straight, and since we have an equal division of gender between the housecarls i can see them getting a bit mopey. I can also see them all renting Candlehearth hall when the dragonborn is off in Solstheim and having a massive bitching session. The girls or guys bitching at each other because half of them have a chance for hot Dovahkiin sex and the other half don't.

And through it all the Dragonborn is completely clueless and so sexually naive he or she doesn't realise his/her stable of housecarls would jump his/her bones in a hot minute.

Now that i think about it i can see the DB walking into Candlehearth hall, hearing about how they all want to jump him and then nervously stepping forward to let them. The guys or girls jump him and the four other housecarls get comfy and watch whilst having sex with each other.

(We're just not going with bi as an orientation because it kind of screws with the gay/straight thing. And let's face it Skyrim is all about duality, Stormcloaks or Imperials, Blades or Paarthurnax, honestly Bethesda would it have killed you to add a middle ground?)

Summary: Thief: someone who relieves you of that which is yours. King: someone to whom the burdens of an entire kingdom belong. Thief: someone who relieves others of that which was stolen from you. King: someone with the right to pardon a thief.

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Yrsarald paced across the snowy steps in front of the Palace of the Kings, frowning, and occasionally blinking the snow out of his eyes. He jumped slightly when a black clad figure stepped out of the swirling snow, and pulled a fur hood back from his head.

Dyce smiled.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” Ysarald said.

“I keep my promises. I just had other things to do first.”

“Is it true you captured a dragon in Dragonsreach?” He ushered the Breton towards the doors.

“Yes.” Dyce shrugged. “But I let him go again. I needed his help. Is the Jarl expecting me?”

“Yes. He anticipates your Thu’um will be priceless on the battlefield, and your mere presence behind us priceless in court.” Ysarald opened the doors and ushered Dyce through into the warmth of the great hall of the Palace of the Kings.

“But?” Dyce brushed the snow off his cloak and knocked it off his boots.

“I wasn’t at the peace talks at High Hrothgar, but he seems to think you’re a fool.”

“The only thing foolish about me was my attendance in the first place,” Dyce said with a scowl. “Well, he doesn’t have to like me personally. I’m not exactly enamoured of him, either. I was at the peace talks too, remember.”

Ulfric and Galmar were talking down the other end of the hall, and although Ulfric could see Dyce and Ysarald, he didn’t break the conversation. Over the long table, thief and jarl regarded each other expressionlessly.

“Wait.” Ysarald put his hand on Dyce’s shoulder. “It is good to see you again. And even if Ulfric isn’t sure about you, I am. You’re a hero. You’re the Dragonborn.”

“Maybe, but what is Ulfric?”

“He’s the rightful king of Skyrim.”

“We’ll see,” Dyce said softly.

He’d been dreading this, but the mistakes he’d made in avoiding facing the Greybeards, and the lives that had been lost to dragons in the meantime, had convinced him that he had to be here. The war had to end, one way or another, and the peace talks had convinced him that words alone - even shouts - couldn’t break the deadlock. And all the while Elenwen smiled.

Part of him wanted to believe in Ulfric the way Ysarald did, but he knew too much for blind faith. It was enough to to remain undecided about the man lounging on his throne, watching Dyce approach.

They were discussing Whiterun, and Balgruuf’s continued and unsustainable neutrality.

“I’ll die before elves dictate the fates of men. Are we not one on this?” Galmar asked.

Ulfric’s voice rolled out across the room, “I fight for the men I've held in my arms, dying on foreign soil. I fight for their wives and children, whose names I heard whispered in their last breaths. I fight for we few who did come home, only to find our country full of strangers wearing familiar faces. I fight for my people impoverished to pay the debts of an Empire too weak to rule them, yet brands them criminals for wanting to rule themselves! I fight so that all the fighting I've already done hasn't been for nothing. I fight because I must."

Dyce knew the speech was for his benefit and so he paused a polite distance from the throne and softly clapped his gloved hands together.

The two Nords regarded him silently, but Dyce fixed his attention on Ulfric. Equally irritated with everyone, he hadn’t paid a great deal of attention to him at the peace talks, and this was the first time since that rather hazy morning at Helgen that he’d come face to face with the man.

He looked like a king. His beard and the hair at his temples was starting to grey, and his blue eyes were unreadable and tired. Burdened. He looked Dyce up and down, but what he thought of him, Dyce couldn’t say.

“Jarl Ulfric,” Dyce bowed his head and raised it again.

“Dragonborn. Ysarald says you might finally take a side in this war. All of Skyrim has heard that a Dragonborn is among us again.” A slight pause. “If you fight for me with honour and integrity, as the stories say you do, we will welcome you among our ranks.”

“Mm. Did Ysarald mention how much effort he had to put into convincing me to even be here?”

This is based off of a thought I had while my DB was working up the courage to finally pop the question to his LI during a playthrough.

I want to see the Thieves Guild dealing with an obviously lovesick guildmaster. The kind of lovesick that involves off-key singing in the cistern, ridiculous love poems hidden among guild paperwork, and lots of loud sighing and groaning about how they are never going to be able to win the affections of this mysterious love interest.

Cue Brynjolf, Delvin and Vex recruiting everyone to find out who the hell the DB is crushing on and begging them to please have sex or marry the DB before they all kill him.

Bonus points if Brynjolf has a moment where he does a "look lad you've been a great friend but if you start singing about this person's eyebrows again I am locking you in the vault."

This might be an oddly specific prompt...

The Listener and Cicero are best friends and she takes him everywhere with her. But the Listener has needs. Needs she doesn't expect/want Cicero to take care of. So on one of their journeys she meets up with a friend at an inn and takes him to her room for sexytimes.
Cicero's room is next door and there happens to be a conveniently placed hole in the wall, giving him an uninhibited view of the debauchery... And he loves every second of it.

I would prefer it if the Listener is a female elf or a human. No beast races, please. The "friend" she meets at the inn can be absolutely anyone, male or female. But I humbly request that the sex be dirty as hell.

Squicks include non-con/dub-con and bathroom business.

Well, I've had this idea for a while

After the battle against Alduin, the Dovahkiin takes the post of leader of the dragons and suddenly his/her body transmute to the form of a dragon, losing his mortal form forever.
While the new dovah(khiin) maybe a little surprised, he/she feel more comfortable with their new form (After all his soul was always that of a dragon and more on than one occasion he/she felt outside her/his mortal body). But there is something that still ties to his/her old life, her LI. So I want to see how the Dovakhiin tries to explain the situation or perhaps say goodbye to his/her LI. I'm Ok with a sappy ending

Bonus: If the LI at the beginning confused or frightened by the situation finally recognizes the dragonborn by some unique feature that he/she had. (A silly nickname that only he/she would respond, a scar, the patron of tattoos)

Having a stay-at-home husband is nice when the Dragonborn returns from her journey. They cook her meals, rub her feet, and smother her with love and affection. But let's be honest, there is nothing hotter than fighting side-by-side with the love of your life! Helping him cut down dragons and giants, and seeing him covered in sweat and radiating testosterone is the perfect aphrodisiac. So I implore you, Kinkmeme! I would love a fill where a F!DB (no pref. to race, I'm even open to beast races) and her husband (no pref. again! Though I do have a soft spot for Farkas or Argis) have just taken down a beast together, be it a dragon or a troll. Husband-dear is there with his weapon, looking Alpha as Hell, and DB just pounces on him right there!

Bonus points:

~ Competitive sex, fighting for who gets to be on top.

~ Maybe husband is a little nervous about the whole "out in the open" love-making thing, at first.

~ Someone happens upon the two of them rutting and is horrified/embarrassed/runs away screaming/teases them about it later (but no joining in please)

~ Biting and dirty talking is always a mega-plus!

Squicks!!!

~ Anything done in the toilet

~ If you do fill this prompt, I'd rather it be a beast that they killed rather than, say, a bandit camp. Something about screwing around a bunch of HUMAN dead bodies makes this idea kind of disturbing...

So we've all heard the story of the Christmas truce that happened during World War I in 1914, yes?
I would like to see the Skyrim version of such an event. Perhaps a small group of Stormcloaks and Imperials call an unofficial truce for the Saturnalia holiday. They share food, mead, song and warmth throughout the day/night. Even though they all know they will have to resume fighting the next morning. Bonus points if Ralof and Hadvar happen to be a part of these groups.

Sexytimes are not necessary but I don't mind if they happen. I guess I just want to see the men and woman involved in this war being... human (or Mer!) I'd like some fluff and some sadness. Make me smile and then make me hurt, oh wonderful anons!

This prompt came to me in a vision (aka a dream)
Mercer Frey is a giant asshole on two legs. A nasty bad boy aged to perfection yet rotten to the core.

And I want to see him suffer. Humiliate him, break him, make him cry in pain. He's a short Breton and can only take so much rough handling, but nothing turns me on more than a tough man taking a nasty beating (and a ton of dicks).

It's up to glorious A!A's devices, but I'd like to think he'd be disarmed, bagged and dragged or drugged on something (Maybe some slipped Skooma? He'd be helpless)

Headcanon: Mercer's straight, virgin tight and utterly clueless to the pain/pleasure of getting reamed. It hurts- by Nocturnal it hurts, but his body starts responding. The Guild Master's rock hard and moaning loud with that sexy, raspy voice.

kinks: MANLY men, pain, angst, dirty talk, sloppy orgasms
Squicks: pretty much none. No Argonians/Khajiit/Orcs

I would LOVE to see a really intelligent DB becoming completely infatuated with Farkas.

Now, we all love him but let's be honest: he's not the brightest. He's very black and white about things and I'd love to see a very intelligent DB falling for him.

BONUS:
- DB's an Imperial (well read/cultured etc)
- The DB's very cool and logical until she's assigned to anything with Farkas and then she becomes a total idiot (who is very distracted by the sight of his bulging biceps) and he can't work out why.
- Farkas isn't the DB's usual type (she usually goes for lean, very clever men)

Feel free to make it fun as well as sexy ;)
...That's about it! BIG love to anyone who wants to fill this!

M!DB/M!LI - Masturbation

DB/Haelga "Encounter with the Dibellan arts"

Tug-o-war for the Dragonborn's Soul

Dragonborn bringing down the Thieves guild. Post battle sex in the cistern with LI.

Frenzy spells.

Ondolemar/Dragonborn. Thalmor fucktoy.

Babette/Veezara friendship

F!DB/Brynjolf

Ralof/Random Helgen Girl

Sinding: Werewolf in Heat and F!Breton Dragonborn

Thalmor loving anyone?

Tall Woman/Bosmer Guy size kink

Anyone/LI Vampire kink

M!DB/Farkas. Lost to the Ages, with background Lydia/Marcurio.

DB/Tonilia

F!DB! Bosmer/Vilkas "So I married a thief"

DB/Housecarl. The Dragonborn cuddles.