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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

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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F!DB/Mjoll - adventure time

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love something where a lady Dragonborn gets Mjoll to ditch Aerin for a tour of a ruin of some kind (or your difficult situation of choice). I wouldn't be upset if some hurt/comfort or Aerin jealousy got in there, either.

Bonus points for an Altmer DB.

Dragonborn the Silver/Golden Years

[(Anonymous)]

So the Dragonborn saves the world and all of that, but what happened afterwards? What are they up to twenty, thirty or forty years later? Did they get married? Are they still married? Are they a grizzled wanderer still righting wrongs, or did they settle down and now have twenty grandchildren? Are they a grizzled wanderer who goes home to twenty grandchildren? Are they still in charge of their faction?

I'll take anything - any race, any pairing or none. Make it funny, fluffy, angsty or utterly heartbreaking. Smut is also welcome; silver foxes/vixens can apply here. Just wanna see what some DBs are up to when they've got a few wrinkles and grey hairs.

No noncon/dubcon/bathroom stuff please.

Reunion 1/2 M!DB/Quaranir

[(Anonymous)]

I shall kick things off with a little self-fill, since I am apparently incapable of self-control. A sequel to Locate, Observe, Report which is found here: http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3603.html?thread=3363091&#t3363091

Summary: Markus finally goes home.

“Dads! Hey dads, wake up.”

“What? Is it wolves again?” Markus opened his eyes and reached for his sword, while Quaranir spread his hands, lighting arcing between them.

Hroar shook his head and laughed. “No, nothing like that. Look.” He pointed with one brawny arm at the horizon ahead of them. Markus’s breath caught as he saw, for the first time in nearly thirty years, the White-Gold Tower gleaming in the afternoon sun.

“Ah, we’re nearly there.” Quaranir smiled. The Altmer looked as he had always done; beautiful and unruffled by the passage of time. But his devotion to Markus had not faded, even as the years had turned the Imperial’s hair grey, and thickened both his voice and his middle.

The rumbling of the cart wheels and the clopping of the horses hooves and lulled them to sleep, but now that their destination was in sight, all thoughts of dozing in the sun had fled, and they picked their way through the goods piled in the tray to sit next to Hroar as he drove.

Hroar was nearly as tall as Quaranir now, and Markus had to squint to see the scabby-kneed orphan he’d once been. It was only a matter of time before he left; Markus had told him he could seek his fortune when he could afford a proper set of armour, and he knew he’d been saving up. Hroar didn’t know it yet, but Markus was planning to give him the legendary sword and shield he had wielded against Alduin, confident he’d use them well.

This was their last chance to visit the Imperial city before he left, while he was still their son and not quite yet a man.

“I just hope I can remember where everything is,” Markus said. “With a bit of luck not too much has changed.”

“It’s huge,” Hroar said, as they crested the rise and came in sight of the rest of the city. “Are we really going to be able to see everything in three weeks?”

“We’re going to try,” Markus said. He planned to spend a lot of time catching up with his family, but Quaranir and Hroar would not lack for things to do in the meantime.

“Mm, there’s an excellent library here,” Quaranir mused. He dutifully continued his research in the laboratory Markus had installed in their home, and sent and received great numbers of reports from his fellow monks. The lack of reference materials in Skyrim irritated him greatly, and Markus was constantly pressing his trading partners for rare books to give his husband.

“Really? A library? Is that the best you can do, Da?” Despite Quaranir’s best efforts, Hroar had not shown any interest in scholarship.

“Books should be respected.”

“Yes, Da.”

They fell silent as they joined the heavy traffic flowing into the city, and had to concentrate on where they were going. Markus found himself inundated by the sights and sounds and smells of his youth, from the food the street vendors sold to the unmistakable stench of the Imperial City’s overused waterways.

Hroar was a bit overwhelmed by it all, as was their horse, and Markus took the reigns and let Hroar gape at the scenery while Markus calmed the old girl down.

Markus’s sister, Domitia, put them up. They barely recognised each other at first, but once the family in-jokes started coming and the reminiscing began, it was as if he’d never been away. Markus could tell she was impressed by Hroar and somewhat nonplussed by Quaranir, but she welcomed them both and plied them with food and wine.

“We’ll have a big family dinner tomorrow, and you can meet your nieces and their families,” she said. “But I thought you might be tired from your journey.”

“That’s very kind of you,” Quaranir said.

“Oh, I thought we could go out tonight,” Hroar said, somewhat downcast.

Markus chuckled, “Easy, pup. The nightlife will still be there tomorrow.”

Werebear!DB/Circle member

[(Anonymous)]

So, according to some in-game lore, the werebear is apparently the most numerous kind of lycanthrope in Skyrim. Alas, we didn't get to see it and it looks like it's above modding skills.

Requesting a fill with a Dragonborn who sometime prior to joining the Companions became a werebear and is using the Ring of Hircine to both control his/her transformations, and any kind of conflict this brings during the Circle initiation, namely the DB being fine with being a bear. Admittingly would prefer M/F with a male Dragonborn and Aela since she's the one that's really devoted to staring a werewolf. Could go for fluff or mating season, no squicks beyond watersports and scat. Rough sex in particular would be great.

Any takers?

Re: Werebear!DB/Circle member

[(Anonymous)]

Haven't encountered a werebear yet, but I have this image in my head of the DB joining the Circle and then just going "Cool story, bro *yawn* *transforms*" and Aela's all "How do *I* getme some of that???"

In other words SECONDED! Because I cannot do this any kind of real justice.

Alchemist!DB - "The Learning Process"

[(Anonymous)]

In the fewest of words, crack literally ensues.

Elaborating a bit, our favorite hero is perfecting their alchemy through the wonderful process of "eat ingredient to learn effect." Unfortunately--or maybe fortunately--they have an unexpectedly bizarre and ridiculous reaction to something, which results in what I'm sure will be hilarious to read about.

Bonus points if it involves the Thieves Guild, a spouse, the Dark Brotherhood, Teldryn Sero, or any dragon ally (Paarthurnax, Odahviing, Durnehviir, etc.). Extra points for a female Breton DB.

If you somehow use all of them, you are some kind of divine made flesh.

MiniFill: Lesson Learned

[(Anonymous)]

Anon's Note: I tried for crack, I tried for porn. All I got was humourous fluff. Hope you like it - I still love this prompt, and hope someone will try it and do something that's actually cracky or porny.

Tags: PC:F!DB, Race: Breton, Char: Brynjolf, Genre: Fluff

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"Ever try Abecean Longfin, Lass?" Brynjolf asked his newest recruit.

The Breton shook her head but grinned, "I've dabbled in Alchemy, I'll taste anything once!"

Brynjolf chuckled. Longfins were easily found in the waters of Riften, and had earned something of a cult status in the town because it affected both Sneak and Restoration: the Mara crowd and the Guild were all happy with these little fish. But very few dared eat them raw: Bryn had, once on a dare, and he'd never forgotten the result.

"Ah, Lass, maybe you should nibble..." Brynjolf was too late: his Lass had eaten the thing whole, even ignoring the scales and bones.

"Mmm... I've tasted better... Whoa." The Breton girl shuddered suddenly, an unfamiliar heat washing over her. Her eyes turned glassy and dark, her pupils dilating madly when she turned her gaze on Brynjolf. She licked her lips.

"Uh, Lass? You feel alright?"

The girl was panting hard, and staring at Bryn like she was starving and he was a feast. Maybe he should have warned her... She leapt, tackling him to the ground, and at the same time wriggling desperately, trying to remove her new Guild armour without using her hands - or maybe it was his armour she was trying to remove...

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Some hours later, lying together on a rug in Honeyside, Brynjolf chuckled to himself. Must remember to get more raw Abecean longfins he thought to himself as his Lass threw a leg over his waist, and pulled herself back astride.

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Esbern needs loving too

[(Anonymous)]

Esbern is a really nice old dude who's had it rough. Living in the Ratway, chased by Thalmor, trying to be the only sane man in a room full of lunatics during the peace treaty and the only thing he has to show for it most of the time is to end up in Sky Haven Temple alone with Delphine after the Dragonborn tells both of them to fuck off after being commanded to kill Paarthurnax.

I'd like to see Esbern get some loving, especially in the form of a blow job. It doesn't matter if the DB is pro or anti-Blades, if the Haven if full of initiates or not. Any race or gender is fine, but I tend to favor humans and females. OC or NPCs are welcome. A possible option is a Dibellan priestess has been hired to give the old man some worship of Dibella time.

Bonuses: Blowjob, age difference, Esbern being very pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. I'm looking for something light and fluffy while Esbern gets to bust his nut.

Squicks are non-con and anything bathroom related. Not looking for anything bondage related for this fill.

Re: Esbern needs loving too

[(Anonymous)]

Mmmm, I have a thing for Max von Sydow's smexy voice. Seconded!

F!DB/M!LI The Joy of Touch

[(Anonymous)]

This Anon wants to go old school - porn without penetration. Maybe it's F!DB's time of the lunar cycle, she might have the proverbial headache or she's recovering from injuries, or just plain doesn't want to be penetrated because that's just how she feels tonight.

But she loves her man and he loves her, and so there is touching. Lots and lots of touching. I want a fic that's pure foreplay, Anons. I want much kissing, stroking and/or scratching, hair tugging (come on, these Nords have such fucktuggable hair, I need to see hair!love in here!), cuddling, fingering, frottage, hand jobs, blow jobs... Orgasms aplenty, please, good Anons, and lots and lots of intimacy.

All races are acceptable for either DB or LI, I would prefer a het ship, but I'm happy to get M/M slash fic, if that floats your boat. Apologies to those who enjoy, but femslash really not my thing.
Dub!Con and Non!Con are my squicks.

Pretty please, Anons?

Re: F!DB/M!LI The Joy of Touch

[(Anonymous)]

You tempt me so T.T I must get further along in my works so I can fill this.

(Other potentials, please do your anon-ly duty and fill this, since the odds of me being able to this in a timely fashion is slim to none.)

So, basically I second, and will probably do a fill in a few months.

Reverse Bestiality

[(Anonymous)]

So I have a bit of an odd request

I have seen prompts where a werewolf or some other creature tops a human, but I don't think I've seen one where the human tops the creature and I really like to see that.

I'll take any relationship and my only no go is bathroom stuff

Gimme some Farengar m/m slash

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, my birthday is February 17 and I want some male, don't care who to get fed up with Farengar's attitude and teach him a "lesson". I would prefer sex, obviously but feel free to go wild.
kinks; light bondage
i don't like; non-con, blood-play, bathroom stuff

Fire and Potions - 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Happy EXTREMELY belated birthday! Maybe we can call it an early Christmas present? Happy summer solstice?
PAIRING: M!DBAltmer/Farengar Secret-Fire
KINKS: Slash, light bondage, gagging
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Therion breathed slowly, calming himself. His hands trembled with excitement as he turned the page of his book, eagerly devouring the words. Without looking up, he took a sip of mead from his flagon. He savored the sweet nectar as it warmed his body, and let the carbonation tingle delightfully on his tongue. A wistful sigh escaped his lips as he began to feel deeply relaxed.

The door to the keep slammed shut with such force that Therion could feel his chair vibrate. Startled, his feet slipped from the table, causing the contents of his flagon to slosh. He deftly avoided spilling his drink upon his book, covering the cup with his hand. A soft growl escaped his lips as the irksome sound of angry footfalls made his slender ears twitch.

Farengar Secret-Fire stormed into his laboratory, throwing his staff against the wall where it usually rested.

Therion raised a slender eyebrow, curious what could have put the human mage in such a furor.

Farengar snapped his gaze onto the Dragonborn, noticing him for the first time.

“Get out,” he barked, ripping the book from Therion’s hands and tossing it away before turning to his alchemy station where he began to loudly grinding an ingredient with his mortar and pestle.

Therion watched him in a daze. As the shock wore off, however, his blood began to boil. Moving with practiced silence and grace, he stood beside the wizard, hand resting on the black handle of his Akaviri Dai-Katana.

“You’re ruining that nirn root,” Therion said quietly, causing the wizard to jump as he became aware of his presence.

“What? I’m not even… Ah,” he stopped, realizing he was grinding the ingredient he meant to dilute, and placed it on the alembic to boil.

Therion smirked, eliciting an indignant look from the wizard.

“You have a rudimentary grasp of the alchemical art. Are you expecting praise for your ‘help’?” Farengar asked, taking a step away from Therion as he continued his work. “I’ve better things to do than inflating your already oversized ego.”

Therion laughed.

“My oversized ego?” he replied incredulously.

“Are you deaf or simple? I told you to get out. Where did I put those...” he trailed off, turning to search through the contents of his desk.

“Your grand entrance nearly left me deaf,” Therion said, massaging his ear. “What happened, Farengar? You’re more ‘pleasant’ than usual tonight, even for you.”

Farengar slammed his desk drawer shut, empty handed.

“The concern of the great and mighty Dragonborn,” he said with unpleasant sarcasm, “Am I supposed to be flattered?”

Therion snatched the book he had been reading from the table.

“I’ll find somewhere else to read in peace,” he said irritably, tucking the book away.

Farengar waved his hand at the door, waiting for Therion to leave.

The Dragonborn turned to go, and Farengar heaved a sigh of relief behind him. His body tensed as the mer whirled around on him.

“Oh, and approach me in such a manner again...” Therion said, bearing down on the grumpy court wizard, causing him to retreat several steps, “and I may not be so patient next time.”

That he killed more than just dragons for a living was not common knowledge. Therion Adamonest, the leader of the Dark Brotherhood, had a most disconcerting air around him when provoked. He was quick to smile, but just as likely, and as quick, with his blade.

The mage seemed duly frightened as he noticed him shiver.

Farengar looked for escape from his trapped position between the crux of his desk and the armored mer. The Nord’s breathing quickened and Therion remained to ensure the mage was sufficiently intimidated.

“By the Nine, why won’t you leave already?!” Farengar cursed, looking skyward as he found himself unable to escape.

Therion paused. This was not the way a frightened man acted. He made a quick perusal of all the ingredients sitting on his alchemy stand.

Dominant Cicero/submissive M! Listener

[(Anonymous)]

Cicero wants the Listener all to himself, but he runs into a problem; the listener is a virgin and Cicero's flirtations go right over his head. So our favorite Keeper decides to just skip to the sex and court his Listener later.

Bonuses
mild bondage
in wilderness (not in camp or bedroom)
Cicero gets possessive and/or controlling of Listener

No-Nos
bloodplay
bathroom stuff

Re: Dominant Cicero/submissive M! Listener

[(Anonymous)]

Ooooh. We do need more Dom!Cicero around here...

DB and companions reaction to Word Walls.

[(Anonymous)]

So, i've really only seen this in fics a couple times. But i'd like for someone to flesh out how the DB (and his/her companion if they bring one along)react to finding Word Walls and then subsequently absorbing the power. Do they enjoy it? Hate it? Go into some kind of a temporary trance like state? How does the companion feel about this?

DB can be any race or gender but bonus points for a non-human DB (especially elves, just because their system of beliefs is just so different from the Nordic tales.)

Double bonus points if the followers reaction is not a favorable one right off the bat. (Maybe they're scared of the power? Jealous?)

Follower can be whoever you like as well.

Oh, and triple bonus points if the DB ends up talking to one of the dragons about their experiences with Word Walls. (whether or not they drag their companion along for that is up to you.)

Re: DB and companions reaction to Word Walls.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my. I find the idea of the Dragonborn going into a weird trance to be strangely hot. Especially if their follower freaks out...

F!human Dragonborn + Borgakh

[(Anonymous)]

I am new to the kink-meme thing, but from what I understand, anyone can make a request (I think?) so I will go ahead and make one.

I want to see a female Dragonborn (a Nord is best) with Borgakh the Steel Heart (although I wouldn't mind if you substitute another female orc NPC). I imagine they are married, and their sex involves a lot of... wrestling. Like, rolling around on the floor, hair-pulling, pinning-each-other-down rough sex.

My squicks are noncon, scat/watersports, and guro. So, when I say "rough" it's NOT rough enough to draw blood.

Kharjo/J'zargo, Cat Slash Fever (guitar riff)

[(Anonymous)]

I can't believe there's no fills or even prompts slashing the only two Khajiit followers, both of whom are just so yummy. Just have them meet somehow: maybe a Dragonborn takes them both as followers, or J'zargo goes out by himself and finds the caravan, whatever. Hooking up ensues. And knowing J'zargo, probably banter.

Squicks are non-con, dub-con, blood, bathroom stuff.

To address That One Issue with male Khajiit: barbs, no barbs, whichever way you want it. I've fudged that bit of lore myself.

Despicable Thief

[(Anonymous)]

It's always annoyed me that you can't backstab the Thieves Guild, the way Mercer can. And that, despite the fact it's the THIEVE'S Guild, the way to defeating Mercer is pretty straightforward.

I would like to see a thief (male or female) who is ridiculously charming, who relies on their Speech/Charm skills; a con-artist kind of character. Deep down of course, they are a greedy, sociopathic ne'er-do-well who sides with the Thieves Guild only because it serves their interests.

After Mercer's betrayal, the chance to get both the eyes and the key is an opportunity they don't want to pass up. They seduce then screw over Brynjolf: literally. Then they seduce then screw over Mercer: Literally (as in he's so arrogant it wouldn't even cross his mind that a thief was pulling rookie tricks on him). Then, F!/M!Thief escape across the border with the Eyes, the skeleton key and anything in the cistern/riftweald manor that wasn't nailed down. They look forward to spending the rest of their days alone whilst surrounded by enormous piles of money.

(Possibly?) Mercer Frey comes after them. No one screws over Mercer Frey! Cue screwing.

Long prompt is long. Hopefully, there's enough empty gaps to work with ;P

Re: Despicable Thief

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded! LOVE this prompt, OP!

Vilkas/F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Anything goes really, I just love me some Vilkas.

Bonus points for Breton and Size kink though.

Re: Vilkas/F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Nathalia!anon is grateful for how she structured her Farkas story so she'll be able to help this OP's dreams come true. She is fairly certain she can handle doing both stories at once.

Little spitfire Breton sound good?

Badass Dragonborn!

[(Anonymous)]

I want Badassery on a cracky scale. Does the DB punch dragons with his/her fists? Does DB ride dragons into town? Wrestle giants? Keep werewolves as pets?

Go with it, make it as stupid and/or Mary Sue as possible. I just want a good laugh.

Re: Badass Dragonborn!

[(Anonymous)]

And then Akatosh breathed life into a new babe, who grew into a bearded man over night.

He was called 'Chuck Norris.'

F!Dragonborn/Aela

[(Anonymous)]

There's some serious lack of Aela love here. Please, I need some smut or fluff or both, whatever, with these two. I just love Aela so much, she's so hot and those silver eyes....


I don't really care for Dragonborn's race and I want female Dragonborn of course..... I just want a really good ol' femslash story with Aela!

Please. :(

Re: F!Dragonborn/Aela

[(Anonymous)]

I second this so hard.

Never Our Tenderness (F!/DB Imperial/Ulfric Stormcloak) – 1a/?

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by a combination of many wonderful Ulfric prompts out there, but what I write seems to not quite fit perfectly any one in particular so…Self-prompt: An Imperial Dragonborn has sided with the Empire, but loses the battle of Solitude. She is a powerful enemy, even in defeat, and has many allies in Skyrim. Not to mention, Alduin yet lives. What is Ulfric to do with her? Angst, hatesex, and possible dubcon. Also a bit of altering canon events and timeline. Concrit welcome, please.

Title inspired by Eliot: “When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.”

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Ulfric lounged on the throne of the Blue Palace with the same indolent sprawl many were accustomed to see in the Palace of Kings. Yet despite his outward appearance of calm, he felt his heart beat against his chest in a rapid staccato of betraying excitement.

With Solitude won, the throne of Skyrim was as much as his. The Imperials, cloying to their Thalmor, would be pushed out of his land like the festering cyst they represented.

All but one.

She was his.

His hand clenched on the armrest of the throne, chipped nails scraping into wood in impatience as he waited for his men to bring her before him. He gingerly moved his mouth, feeling the sharp pain that receded to a dull throb only when he kept it still.

He had refused to allow his split lip and swollen jaw to be healed by any potion or spell.

She had marked him so, in the final moments of the battle before his men had claimed the city. Before he had called upon his long dormant Thu-um to send her sprawling to the blood-soaked ground, a look of startled surprise in her wide, green eyes.

He liked it, this reminder of her rebellion, as it was also a reminder of her defeat. He wanted her to see it, to be confronted with the evidence of her failed fury upon him.

He wanted her to look upon him and know that he had not forgotten, that she would pay the price for it.

He heard the approach of soldiers, and looked up to see a woman standing between them, head bowed, whether in humility or shyness he did not know, nor care. A mass of dark mahogany curls tumbled in disarray around her shoulders. She wore nothing except a threadbare tunic that barely reached her knees, old and full of mended stitchings, but seemingly clean. She was so small the top of her head barely reached the shoulders of his guards.

He did not know her, and was not concerned at whatever claim or grievance she brought before the throne. He knew the responsibilities of the city were his to govern in the immediate aftermath of the battle, but at the moment he could only growl in frustration, unhappy to be delayed from his desired purpose.

At the low rumbling of angry sound - at the very same moment when he noticed that her hands were bound behind her - the woman picked up her head, her sharp emerald eyes narrowed to glittering slits of hate and malice.

The recognition was instant, he felt it hit him hard and mean, in his gut. And lower, heat curled in his loins, as if his body felt deeper kinship with her than his mind.

Her did know her, but not like this. He knew her in sweat-matted hair tightly braided against her scalp, on the rare occasion he had seen her without a helmet. He had thought it as black as pitch, always slicked with sweat and dirt and oils of travels. He had not known her to have quite so much of it, falling in thick, glossy waves past her shoulders.

He knew her in spattered, well-worn armor, also covered in blood and dirt. He did not know these lush curves exposed by the thin, clinging fabric, putting in the mind of man the desire to see such bounty exposed to gaze and roaming hand, to feel her ripe, soft heat cushion his own hardened weight.

But her eyes, these he did know. The deep green of emerald, framed by a thick fringe of dark lashes, flashing with familiar rebellion.

With disgust.

They narrowed at him now, as she caught him gaping like an untried boy.

Never Our Tenderness (F!/DB Imperial/Ulfric Stormcloak) – 1b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric clenched his teeth against the curling, possessive heat in his belly, and addressed her. “Dragonborn. Skyrim belongs no longer to your people. Do you choose death, or disgraced exile with the rest of your kin?" He paused for a moment, before continuing. "Or do you submit to my rule over you? Decide quickly, I have much to attend to in the aftermath of this battle.”

One of the guards gave her an ungentle shove, and she stumbled forward before catching her feet. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin as she seemed to come to some sort of decision.

He watched her slow approach through heavy-lidded eyes. It would be a mistake to assume her movement meant that she had submitted. He knew she was only sizing him up, as she did any able opponent. He knew she had found him wanting in the past, and that thought brought another wave of anger to boil his blood.

She was full of haughty pride, and like him she fought fiercely for her beliefs. He expected rebellion from her.

And he wanted it.

His body itched for a fight. He could almost taste the coming battle like he could taste the bitter tang of his own blood in his mouth, from the torn flesh inside his cheek.

He belonged to Skyrim. Skyrim was his.

And now the Dragonborn was his.

Even if he had to force her, she would submit.

She did submit.

He could barely keep his mouth closed, his surprise was so complete – she moved ever closer and sank gracefully to her knees at his feet, between his sprawled legs, head again humbly bowed. Her hair fell forward to brush against his hand resting on his knee. He couldn’t resist taking one of the heavy curls between his blunt thumb and forefinger, marveling at its silky softness, wondering suddenly when she had been given the opportunity to wash herself.

He knew she had many friends in Skyrim. Allies in Solitude who would aid her. If he wanted to quench any additional rebellion to his cause, he would have to deal with her quickly.

His hand clenched around a fistful of her hair. She seemed to take no notice, but when she looked up at him from between his legs, he could see victory sparkling in her eyes.

He felt a brief flaring of confusion at her complete look of non-submission, as if she had won some great battle here.

And then his surprise gave way to anger and a howl of pain as she quickly turned her head and sank her teeth deep and hard into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, the covering of his pants only a thin, useless barrier.

The guards quickly stepped forward to haul her back as he stood in fury. One made as if to strike her, and he felt another type of anger rise in his chest at the thought of someone else touching that which was his.

“No.” It was a sharp bark of sound, and the guard looked up, hesitant.

He answered the unspoken question in a soft mutter of sound, meant for their ears only. “She is mine to break. Muzzle that sharp mouth of hers, and bring her to my quarters.”

F!DB/Farkas

[(Anonymous)]

The DB is a small woman (preferably Imperial) who has no qualms about bossing around men much bigger than her.
Farkas finds that he really likes this. Really likes it. I want smut and giggles galore (maybe Vilkas realises his brother likes her and teases him mercilessly)

BONUS if she gets him to masturbate in front of her.

If anyone decides to write this, I will love them forever!

Re: F!DB/Farkas

[(Anonymous)]

I can't even. You anons and your glorious prompts need to stop tempting. So until I fill, I'll second. Someone please make this a thing!

In the Heat of the Moment

[(Anonymous)]

A warrior, preferably a male, is warned not to fight any Giants for about three weeks. However, he ignores this advice only to stumble across a male Giant. Turns out it's giant mating season and he soon finds himself enjoying the giant's attentions.
also, I don't much mind what race, so long as it isn't an orc, argonian, or khajiit. These three races are awesome, just not what I'm wanting right now.

Needs more khajiit

[(Anonymous)]

Im a little peeved about how this place doesnt have much Khajiit on man/mer. So this is what Im looking for-

Would be very appreciative of this being a Male khajiit on female khajiit, but you can go wild as long as this stays a M/F thing with a khajiit as either gender. Any scenario is good as long as it stays away from the whole scat/yellow shower thing. I Would also prefer orcs and argonians stay away from this, but its not required.

Here is an inspiration scenario- The dragonborn (preferably any race except orc or argonian)comes home after some huge quest to a very horny spouse who wants to give him/her some "stress relief"

Festus Krex/Mrs. Krex Tepid!

[(Anonymous)]

So, Festus may have killed his wife over the temperature of his bath water. I want to see this happen, Anons! And since it's Festus, it has to be insane and awesome. You can play this for comedy or drama - however you like. You can do whatever you like. I just want your take on Festus' marital...issue.

DB/Farengar -- Operation: Get The Mage Laid

[(Anonymous)]

Basically, Farengar's sexual frustrations get out of hand (I'm thinking a sort of sequel to "Dovahsexual", doesn't have to be by the same anon, but DovahsexualAnon, you were amazing) and the Dragonsreach crew (namely Proventus, Irileth and Hrongar, I don't mind Balgruuf getting in on this but anon really wants to see some shenanigans regarding the former three) decide once and for all that he needs to get laid. So who do they conspire to set him up with? The Thane, of course, who he's been eyeing for the longest time. How do they do it? Does it work out? Do they manage to keep it under the table well enough so that our snarky Nord mage doesn't suspect?

Regarding the Dragonborn, any and all genders/races are acceptable, and shenanigans are a must. As for squicks and preferred kinks, go crazy, please, but not too crazy. No blood/bathroom stuff, please and thank you. :)

Proposing + Dragons

[(Anonymous)]

This anon's heartwarming proposal of dead spiders and package delivery to Sylgja was rudely interrupted by a dragon landing in the middle of Shor's Stone breathing fire all over the DB.

While everyone survived, there's definitely potential for hilarity in this scenario.

Anon can choose DB and spouse. I'd just like an "oh shit, what have I gotten myself into-moment" right after the proposal.

Bonus if it's as cracktastic as possible. i.e. Hired Thugs, Dragons, Daedric Princes, etc.

F!Dragonborn/M!Antagonist - Complete Domination

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to see a female dragonborn being dominated by a male antagonist. I only ask that it is dark, intense, and very erotic. Would love to a fairly serious, strong willed dragonborn unravel completely at the hands of the male character.

(For a "male antagonist" I would suggest someone like Ancano or Mercer Frey -- however so long as the male character in question has a reasonably hostile relationship with the dragonborn, that would work perfectly fine.)

Kinks
- Anal
- Teasing/intense build up/come on command
- Titfucking

Squicks
- Death
- Scat

Bonus if both characters secretly harbor a strong attraction for the other -- possibly even affection -- but are too busy hating each other to acknowledge it. Would love to see random acts of tenderness in between brutality.

Re: F!Dragonborn/M!Antagonist - Complete Domination

[(Anonymous)]

Just to clarify OP, are you mainly interested in the aforementioned unravelling to happen mainly during the sex, or also in other aspects and/or during the aftermath?

... Also, how much violence and/or pain are you into? I certainly can do things with this, but I have very uh... esoteric kinks and am also a crazy slow writer. (Which is to say, really, really, really slow, so if anybody else wants to have at this, have at it :D!)

Head of Dark Brotherhood adopts Aventus?

[(Anonymous)]

So it kind of irks me that even though you can adopt kids with Hearthfire, Aventus isn't one of them. Especially because it's obvious to me that he's pretty freaking set on becoming an assassin. Except he's not going to get in just by sitting around in his house.

So, I want a character (doesn't necessarily have to be the Dragonborn). To recognize his enthusiasm so to speak and take Aventus under his/her wing as a protege. Ideally i'd really like if A!A wrote about the Listener taking Aventus to observe a kill. Or the Listener observing him take his first kill.

Bonus points if the Listener is also head of the Thieves Guild (and they are aware of his/her status as Listener).

Double bonus if he/she leaves Aventus with the thieves from time to time and he picks up some skills from them.

Triple Bonus points if the Listener is a werewolf or vampire and offers to turn Aventus when he gets older.

You may have my babies if the Listener is also a follower of Namira and celebrates a kill by eating his/her targets body and offers a piece to Aventus as a sign of a bond.

I may eventually do a self fill of this. But i'd really like to see other peoples interpretations of it as well.

Re: Head of Dark Brotherhood adopts Aventus?

[(Anonymous)]

Possibly RTYI - have you read Innocence Lost by blackwingedheaven? It's the same basic idea as this, Aventus becoming an assassin of the Dark Brotherhood, brought in by Listener!DB. It's here if you want to check it out: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8108569/1/Innocence_Lost