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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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[(Anonymous)]

A!A: I saw two other A!As but no fills since 2012:< this made me sad. So, I figured I'd fill it a bit:D Enjoy!
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Nine-year-old Sahara peeked from behind her mother’s skirts as they greeted the young, recently turned Jarl of Windhelm, Ulfric Stormcloak. He was at the very front, on a large white horse, looking straight ahead as he and his men made their way through the Gray Quarter to the Palace of Kings. It was odd that he was passing through here but Sahara couldn’t understand that Ulfric wanted to survey what he had. He wasn’t very fond of the Dark Elves, she knew that on some level but looking up at him on his large horse, looking like the looming statues of Talos himself, little Sahara fell in love.
Throughout her childhood, she defended him, getting into fights with other Dunmer kids for saying bad things about him and eventually getting herself ostracized. She believed, deep in her heart, that she just had to prove to Ulfric and to everyone that the Dunmer aren’t so bad, that they’re just waiting for a chance to prove themselves worthy. She had intended to join the Stormcloaks the moment she turned sixteen but her mother grew ill so she had to push it all aside and travel back and forth throughout Skyrim in search for potions and ingredients for her mother’s medication. She did it for four years until one day, through a misunderstanding, she was captured by the Imperials and brought to Helgen in a cart, directly diagonal to Ulfric Stormcloak himself.
He had a piece of dirty cloth tied tightly over his mouth and hot, boiling anger rose up inside her for the Imperials who dared touch and gag Ulfric Stormcloak. She swore right then and there that if she survives Helgen, she would join the Stormcloaks and help Ulfric attain the seat of the High King of Skyrim.

That was a year ago. A year ago, Sahara discovered right after Helgen that she was the legendary Dragonborn. It came as a surprise since she was a Dunmer and the Dragonborn was a Nord legend but she thought it just showed that she was destined to prove to the Nords that the Dunmers were just as good as them. She became Thane of all holds, the last being Windhelm since Ulfric was a little wary of letting a Dunmer join his Stormcloaks but she had managed. She grew close to him, as close as a Dunmer could get and once or twice she caught a glimpse of lust in his ocean-blue eyes but he quickly hid it.
She thought it was all wishful thinking of course. She knew Ulfric wouldn’t want a gray-skin like her. It was a fact she had accepted long ago. She tried to impress him and he was, grudgingly, but still, he was distant, treating her differently from other Stormcloaks. It didn’t really help that she was the only Dunmer Stormcloak. She knew it was only out of fear of her status as Dragonborn that made the other soldiers held their tongue and respected her grudgingly. She sighed. The war seemed endless. It was nearing midnight and only Ulfric was awake at this hour. She wasn’t sure why he called her to the war room but he was her Jarl, the man she adored and respected, so, she dragged her ass out of bed and ran to the Palace of the Kings in subzero temperature in only her Dark Brotherhood armor.
“My Jarl?” She slipped into the war room and stood near to the fireplace, thawing herself out.
“Ice-Veins,” He said and looked at her. He quirked his lips upward when he saw her shiver slightly, “Maybe I should rethink that term.” He straightened from the table he was leaning on and crossed his arms, “You grew up here, in Windhelm, did you not?”
Sahara cocked her head and frowned, “Yes, my Jarl.” She said, “I was nine when you arrived to take over Windhelm.”
“Hm.” Ulfric was frowning, looking as though he was deep in thought. “Why did you join the Stormcloaks?” He finally asked.
Sahara’s frown deepened, “I have answered this before, my Jarl. I hate the Legion.”
“Is that all?” He stalked to where she was and she sucked in a breath, “Really?” He leaned down slightly, to look into her blood-red eyes.
Sahara’s mouth felt dry all of a sudden. “Of course.” She lied.

Adoration 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

OH CRAP I FORGOT TO PUT A TITLE

^SOoo title is Adoration:P

Ulfric/F!DB (Dunmer)
Kinks: Angst, rough sex, fingering, blowjob, *and more I cannot think of at the moment*