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Kicked Wolf 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-01-27 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)

"Well, but, can you not change your pact with Nocturnal?" Farkas asked desperately.

Idunn gave a bark of laughter that sounded more like a sob. She made an odd hand gesture, and a few feet away a door to the Void opened, and a Spectral Man appeared.

"I live again."

"What is this?" Farkas asked in disbelief.

"Wait. Listen, Farkas," Idunn ordered.

"One day you will serve our Dread Father as I do now."

Idunn pointed out to the plains, and the Spectre stalked off, muttering about finding a random stranger to practice on.

"I was unaware, when entering the Dark Brotherhood that I would be bound after death to Sithis, also," Idunn said sadly.

"The Dark Brotherhood. The Thieves' Guild. And Harbinger of the Companions," Farkas said quietly. "You have been busy."

"I cannot follow you to Sovngarde," Idunn said sadly. "I cannot love you after death. You should not love me, even now. I am not good for you. I never will be. I should not have joined you in your bedroll, Shield-Brother."

"But we can love one another now," Farkas protested.

"You should not, Farkas. As you said, I have ties to many: and the Listener and Guild Master are neither of them people honourable sould like you should associate with. Your wish to join me in Sovngarde should not have been the wake-up call that it was. Vilkas will help you find someone better, someone more honourable. Someone who can love you beyond death. I cannot."

"But you want to love me now," Farkas insisted.

"But now is not enough: not for you, and not for me. I have seen love that lasted beyond death; Karliah and her Nightingale Gallus..." Idunn trailed off into an envious sigh.

"I could be a Nightingale with you," Farkas said desperately.

"But you cannot follow me into the Void if Sithis calls on my services as he has Monsieur Lachance. It's not fair to you; none of this is fair!" Idunn's composure broke, and she turned away from Farkas, fists raised against the stone.

Farkas rested his hands on her shoulders, and squeezed gently, the way she liked him to when she was exhausted from battling dragons, bandits, rogue pyromancers and Talos knew what else. She shook him off and glared at him. Farkas wished he still had the beast within him: taking the Beast Form would hurt less than this.

"I still don't understand," he said plaintively.

"This - us - what's between us is at an end, and never should have begun in the first place," Idunn said, the harshness in her voice making Farkas hurt to his very teeth.

"But it is between us. You're my mate," Farkas said growing desperate.

"No, Farkas. I'm not. I cannot make this any clearer. I am going to leave Whiterun for the time being, to make it easier on you."

"No," Farkas cried out, reaching out for her.

Idunn danced aside, and reached up to press a finger to his lips.

"Farkas. Listen. I am not for you. I am bad for you, and I am finally doing right by you. Goodbye, Farkas."

"No!"

"Goodbye."

Idunn turned and ran off, meeting a great black horse with unnatural red eyes.

"Come back!" Farkas cried out.

Idunn mounted up and galloped off, faster than Farkas could ever hope to run, leaving him alone with the gaping hole in his heart and soul.

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F!DunmerDB/Ulfric, angst

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
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.

M!DB/Ancano, Altmer!DB, dubcon

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
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.

M!DB/Ri'Saad's male carvan members. Furry Moon sugar induced orgy.

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: M!DB/Ri'Saad's male carvan members. Furry Moon sugar induced orgy.

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
khajiit prompt = boom, second

Re: That Darn Dog 1/1 [F!Argonian!DB/Derkeethus]

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I am appalled you had the moxy and nerve to give me a third fill. "Said no OP ever.


Op is filled with so much love at these words you have produced <3 Even if it wasn't fluff, I love it just as much.

Re: Kicked Wolf 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Right in the feels.

Well done, A!A. This anon approves. And needs her tissues.

Any/Any - Heartbreak healing

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
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.....

OP!

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
A!A, you've made this OP teary-eyed with this sad story... I LOVE IT.

I got to tell you, I love how you write the dialog! I keep reading it in my mind with a fake English accent lol This was a great read, anon!

THANK YOU AND THANK YOU AGAIN!

Re: M!Imperial!F!DB

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
OH GOD YES.

Re: Any/Any - Heartbreak healing

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
OP this makes a lot of sense and I second!

Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh dear, I'm another anon who's writing a simultaneous dirty poetry and smut fill right now and it takes me a long time to write. I don't want to get accused of anything when I inevitably post my own fill later...there's room for more smutty poetry porn, right?


And lol, Wabbajack

Re: DB/Ondolemar

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
I AM SO ON THIS! JUST A WEE BIT OF TIME OP AND I WILL GIVE YOU ONDOLEMAR GOODNESS!

Re: F!Dragonborn/Velehk Sain

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
Would also love to see this :D

Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a slow writer, too (and I hope the wait isn't getting too long... sorry guys, I'm working on it I promise)! And don't worry. There's always room for more smutty poetry. Authornon wouldn't dream of accusing you of anything.

Yeah, well, it's not good crack if there's no Wabbajack! Notice how that rhymed. Damn, I have no shame.

Re: M!Imperial!F!DB

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't a Calm spell during sex be kind of counterproductive? (Not trying to troll, just trying to figure out what I missed.)

Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, phew. And I didn't even mean you, I meant just any random anon. Also, you're writing Mercer and I'm writing Viarmo again so I doubt our fills would be that similar, whatever sex-with-poetry transpires.

I think that particular Skyrim voice actor has inspired a good amount of fanfiction... :D

Re: Ondolemar/NonDB Female

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
... Ondolemar being sexually tortured by his own snobbery...
I think I love you OP!

Seconded!!

Intemperance (Mercer Frey/F!Dragonborn) -- 1/?

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Title: Intemperance

Summary: The Dragonborn has a little too much fun enjoying herself with her Guildmates and soon finds herself in the company of not necessarily the safest company.

Tags: prompt:filled, char:mercer_frey, char:f!pc, race:breton, race:bosmer, relationship:het, kink:dom, kink:dub_con, kink:biting, kink:dirty_talk, kink:fingering, kink:intoxication

A/N: This kind of... wrote itself, so I really hope it was at least resembling what you were after, OP~

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The Ragged Flagon was once again filled with the usual rabble of thieves, cracking jokes, boasting, and telling stories which, coming from a group of consummate liars, should never be mistaken for the truth. Ever since Brynjolf's newest recruit had managed to convince herself that a lack of solidarity was the cause of the Guild's misfortunes, the Flagon effectively became their centre for bi-weekly drinking sessions and, much to Mercer's displeasure, more a social club than an organisation. Truly, it couldn't be helped. A set of proficient, sour, and intimidating thieves, versus a tiny, soft-spoken Bosmer, whose only real talent was removing people of their belongings without their knowledge; clearly the only way to endear herself to these people would be over time, and with copious amounts of alcohol. Anrel herself was not much of a drinker, mainly due to her small stature, but fortunately she found that by their fifth, maybe sixth round of drinks, her own single, unfinished tankard of mead went largely unnoticed.

Tonight, however. she found herself breaking said habit, accepting Vex' challenge with enthusiasm she didn't even know she had. It may have had something to do with the Guildmaster, joining them in the Flagon for the first time. Granted, he still looked as disgruntled as ever and remained silent during the bulk of the revelry, but the Dragonborn couldn't help but feel hopeful that the prickly Breton was finally coming around. The man practically radiated presence, and she found her thoughts lingering on him much more often than she would care to admit. Perhaps that, too, was a driving factor for why she proceeded to down consecutive shots of Vekel's strongest spirits, because really, what was the worst that could happen?

Half an hour later, it was as if a switch had clicked into place. The top layer of her Guild leathers lay discarded and forgotten, and everything seemed infinitely more exciting; the world whooshing past every time she turned her head. She was talking; enjoying herself like the rest of them, the usually critical voice in her head silent and forgotten. Sharing tales, sparking raucous laughter, her alcohol-addled self was very much enjoying the change, as was the rest of her roguish company.

Everyone, that is, except for the Guildmaster.

Her eyes would settle on him after every anecdote, every joke, in search of some sign of his favour, only to receive absolutely nothing. It was infuriating, and her normally placid internal monologue grew obnoxious and insistent. Do whatever you like, it said, who even cares what he thinks.

"Cynric, have I ever mentioned that I find hoods incredibly attractive?"

"Your hands, Brynjolf; they're huge."

"You practically run this place, Delvin; it must be stressful."

The only Guild member spared from the 'compliments' was, intentionally or otherwise, Mercer Frey. Whether or not he cared, or even noticed, for that matter, was not something she cared to dwell on. The subsequent hours were a blur, but by the time the thieves were turning in for the night, she had completely forgotten about the prickly head of the Guild. The only thing that mattered was that she enjoyed herself and spent her time with people who actually appreciated the company. All in all, the evening counted as a win.

Re: Intemperance (Mercer Frey/F!Dragonborn) -- 2/?

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)

The walk back home, however, was proving to be more difficult than expected. Even with all of her attentions focused on putting one foot in front of the other, it was as if her legs outright refused to walk straight. Her bare arm brushed against an adjacent building, which she trailed with her hand to remain on course. She could see Honeyside in the distance, just a little further..

Calloused hands, a brisk, timely pull, and her back slammed against a wall, well outside of the dim lights illuminating the main streets. A knee pressed sharply between her thighs, followed immediately by a strangled groan which sounded far too much like her own voice. As she belatedly moved her arms in front of her to push her attacker away, her wrists were collected into one hand and pinned above her head. Warm breath ghosted over her ear before biting down on the sensitive pointed tip. She yelped, surprised by her own reactions as her back arched, intense, coiling heat spreading through her.

"Carry on like that and the entire Guild will hear," She knew that voice. Those ground, resonant cadences had been tormenting her since she first joined the Thieves Guild, but never once did she expect them boring into her like this. He chuckled directly into her ear, forcing a shudder as a fever shot straight to her midsection.

"G-Guildmaster..," she could hardly believe her own voice; quavering, but deep and clearly indicative of her arousal; something that, given the circumstances, she wasn't quite comfortable with him hearing. Every time she tried to regain some control over the situation, her faculties were mired down in a dense haze of intoxication and heady, simmering want, each sensation amplified tenfold. She could not draw her attention away as Mercer trailed acute bites down her neck, each one searing like a brand against her hypersensitive skin.

"Funny how we've barely spoken," his hand snaked underneath her shirt, cupping her breast as his thumb brushed over her nipple, "yet it only takes a few words for you to recognise me." Whatever she may have had in response died in her throat as his hand trailed along her ribs. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" His voice was low; he was practically purring in her ear, "all those stolen glances," he followed the curve of her waist, the nails scraping lightly along her skin like rough blades scoring her flesh. "You were practically begging for my attention earlier." Slipping under the seam of her leggings, his hand curled around her inner thigh. He released her wrists - an action that went completely unnoticed by the inebriated thief- and gripped her chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "Let's give you a few more things to remember."

His kiss was perfectly timed with two fingers sinking into her folds, his lips muffling the cry from her throat. Her hands fell onto his shoulders, clinging to his leathers as he viciously delved into her with fingers and tongue. If it weren't for his weight pinning her to the wall, she would have collapsed to a quivering puddle to the ground. Overwhelmed with so many sensations, she couldn't keep her reactions in check; something he pushed mercilessly to his advantage. Her moans were interspaced with whimpers as he pulled away, digits alternating between slow, languid thrusts and fingers curled inwards to stroke against her walls with methodical precision. She couldn't stop her eyes from rolling back, hips rocking instinctively to meet his ministrations.

Intemperance (Mercer Frey/F!Dragonborn) -- 3/3

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)

"If I didn't know any better," his free hand undid the laces holding her shirt closed, exposing more of her chest to his branding tongue and teeth, "I'd say you were enjoying this."

"Stop..," she could barely form words in between her ragged cries, "stop talking."

His fingers stilled inside of her, the assault grinding to a halt.

"That's no way to speak to your superior." She visibly shuddered, a chill running through her as he pulled himself away, with only his fingers connecting the two of them. "Unless you'd rather I leave you like this."

"No!" She burst out, long before she had a moment to collect herself, "no, no please,"

"Then beg." His command rang sharply in her ears, his hand working against her with just enough pressure to keep her in a frenzy. "Beg, and I might even indulge you."

Agonising seconds ticked on as she attempted to regain herself, but his fingers made sure that pleasure was on the forefront of her mind. The alcohol through her system was like smog; acrid heat which clouded any possibilities of reason, and every moment pinned under his scrutiny chipped away at whatever stubborn pride she may have had left.

"P-please..-" her breath caught in her throat as his thumb brushed agonisingly close to her clit.

"Please, what." he gripped her chin like a vice, forcing her sight up to meet his own.

"Please, Master Frey..-," she creaked, eyes darting away as she bit her lip.

"You'll have to do better than that."

"Oh gods-, Guildmaster, please," she whimpered, pleas soaked in desperation.

"Go on," he smirked, just enough to flash a hint of teeth.

She couldn't think; she could barely force air into her lungs, body thrumming with such intense, seething need. Heart pounding in her ears, tingling extremities, the fog in her mind latching onto her only hope for release. Following a sudden, precise quirk of fingers, something in her mind snapped.

"F-fuck me! Please-, please, Guildmaster, I-" Situation be damned, pride be damned, none of it mattered as trembling appeals poured from her swollen lips. "I need more-, Master Frey, I need you, please!"

And indulge her he did.

Her scream resounded against the walls as he slid into her, legs wrapped firmly around his waist. Her back dug against the wall as he surged into her, teeth latching onto her earlobe.

"How often have you thought about this, hmm?" One hand supported her seat, the other toying roughly with a breast, "did I take you against a wall, like this?" She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her cries only partially drowned out as she rolled her hips to meet his, "or was it bent over my desk, in the Cistern?" He growled in her ear between just audible breaths, leaving jolting bites along the shell, "or did I break into your house, and take you bound to your own bed?" Latching onto the slope of her neck, he sucked, hard, drawing blood to the surface of her skin, thrusts intensifying with each passing drive. "Maybe next time I'll put that mouth of yours to good use; show the Guild who's really in charge."

It only took a few well timed tweaks with his fingers to send her hurtling over the edge, body arching as she screamed in wild abandon, cling for dear life as she tensed around him. He kept up the assault, plunging into her without mercy as a second orgasm coursed through her. As he approached release, he bit down onto her neck, hard enough to draw blood and leave jagged indentations in its wake. He pressed her into the wall, spilling inside her as he stifled a howl of pleasure.

A few moments later, he was already removed from her person, leaving her breathless and still trembling against the wall.

"Try not to get into trouble," he sneered, the smug sense of self-satisfaction coming off in waves. He was already completely composed, just as he had been for almost the entirety of the evening. "I expect you early in the morning," was his final order before soundlessly disappearing into the shadows.

Re: Intemperance (Mercer Frey/F!Dragonborn) -- 3/3

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, after all that meticulous effort at getting the formatting right, I still manage to mess up one of the titles.

But yes! I hope it's relevant to your interests, OP!

Re: The Poet Thief [part 3] -- Authornon reporting in

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh Stephen Russell, I'd give you my everything in exchange for that voice~

Hermir Strong-Heart/Ulfric

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
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!

Re: Intemperance (Mercer Frey/F!Dragonborn) -- OP offers thanks

(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
You ask me if this is relevant? I can't even think of what to write, author!anon. That was steamy, and just the right balance between horribly wrong and deliciously right. Thank you, it made my day (and it's going to make me late for a meeting, but I need to read this again right now)!

Oh no Mercer neverstopspeaking. That voice is just too... ugh.