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Lucien LaChance/F!PC

[(Anonymous)]

Lucien's Silencer(F!PC) manages to provide him with the information about the real traitor before the rest of the Black Hand can murder him.

Lucien and his Silencer kill Mathieu Bellamont and celebrate by having hot rough and tumble victory sex.

We all know that's how it should have happened in-game.

Re: Lucien LaChance/F!PC

[(Anonymous)]

want so very badly.

Dark Brotherhood Orgy

[(Anonymous)]

The more fucked-up surrogate family stuff the better.

Re: Dark Brotherhood Orgy

[(Anonymous)]

I hope to have something for this soon OP

Hircine/F!Werewolf!PC - Heavy D/s

[(Anonymous)]

With Hircine fucking her in her human and werewolf forms.

Re: Hircine/F!Werewolf!PC - Heavy D/s

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded with enthusiasm!

Vampire!M!PC/Martin or Lucien

[(Anonymous)]

Vampire sex between the the PC (prefer a breton or dunmer) and Martin or Lucien. Bloodplay is a must in dealing with vampires, as well as knifeplay.

Nerevar Indoril/Voryn Dagoth - Days of yore

[(Anonymous)]

Ooooh. Morrowind. How old school. *waves cane*

ANYWAY. Judging by the letters and dreams in-game, you cannot tell me there wasn't something going on between those two back in the day. Sure, Nerevar was married, and the Sixth House was side-eyed hard by the rest of Chimer society, but I still got the impression that there was more to them than just bffs. So I'd like either a story from those days, or a tale of Dagoth Ur trying to win over the Nerevarine to his side by sending dreams of happier times.

Re: Nerevar Indoril/Voryn Dagoth - Days of yore

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded like hell!
Come on people, just think of the marriage dream! You all know deep in your heart that Nerevar/Voryn is cannon! :D

Any!CoC/Martin

[(Anonymous)]

Jauffre comes right out and says it in the game: Martin isn't sleeping well. And who can blame him? Between the influence of the Xarxes, a bushel of bad memories and the Septim gift for prophecy kicking in, working yourself into the ground probably seems like the better option.

So... Martin either wakes from a particularly vicious dream, or is indulging his workaholic tendencies with the soul-sucking book. Either way, the Champion decides to protect their Emperor from the things in his head, and offers distraction and/or comfort.

This can run the entire spectrum of fluff and smut, and the exact proportions are up to a!a. Either way, our esteemed priest has his mind taken off things for a while/gets some damn sleep already.

Guardian of His Dreams 1/4

[(Anonymous)]

With hopes that original anon is still reading...
Tags:
char:martin, es:oblivion, kink: angst, kink: friendship, kink:hurt/comfort


When I returned to Cloud Ruler Temple, I was surprised to be accosted by Jauffre in the courtyard. His face was grim.

"Is everything all right?" I asked, immediately concerned. "Martin...?"

"Martin is safe," Jauffre assured me. "But I'm worried about him. He does nothing but pore over that evil book all day. He's hardly taken time to sleep since you left."

"Ah... And how is he sleeping? Still having nightmares?"

"As bad as ever. Perhaps worse. It seems his guards have to wake him from terrors several times a night. But he listens to you. If there's anything you can do...?"

"I'll go and speak to him now."

---

Entering the Great Hall I found Martin at his usual table, head buried in the Mysterium Xarxes. Even more books had been added to the piles in the few days I'd been away, and some stacks were in danger of toppling over. More worryingly, the Emperor looked grey, haggard, and close to collapse. Jauffre's words had not been enough to prepare me for the change in his appearance. I was used to seeing bags under his eyes, but these were full-scale purple rings, like bruises.

I pulled a chair up, and sat down next to him. "Gods' blood, Martin – what have you been doing to yourself?"

Unaware of my presence, he jumped, before recognition set in. "Alix... It's good to see you, my friend."

"I wish I could say the same for you. Have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately?"

He frowned. "I've made no progress with this translation. The Mysterium Xarxes doesn't give up its secrets easily. Every day that passes brings the Mythic Dawn closer to victory."

I made a decision. "Close that book." When Martin resisted, I closed it for him. "Look at me." After a few moments, his eyes reluctantly met mine. "You told me that you'd have to proceed cautiously with the Mysterium Xarxes, because it is exceedingly dangerous. Now I'm told that all you're doing is sitting here staring at it. Martin, what of your warding spells? Are they strong enough?"

"I'm working as quickly I can..."

"And driving yourself into the ground as you do so. You are this world's last hope. The Mythic Dawn doesn't even need to get its assassins near you if you destroy yourself."

Martin's blue eyes widened, and he shivered, realising the truth of my words. I reached to pat his shoulder, before realising he needed more comfort; and drew him into a hug instead. Martin's arms slowly came round to return my embrace, as his head slumped on my shoulder. I held him tightly for several minutes, feeling some of the tension leave his body.

Eventually, he pulled back. "Alix... I can't sleep. I can't escape the Xarxes, even in my dreams. And the nightmares... Gods. I can see three futures, and in two of them I die. In one of them, the world as we know it ends. I can't make myself go back to that, night after night."

For Martin had inherited the gift of prophecy along with his Septim blood. But growing up illegitimate, away from the guidance of his regal father, he had never learnt how to tell the difference between futures that would definitely happen, and those that were only possibilities. He did not know which dreams would come literally true, and which were just allegories. Moreover, he suffered from nightmares in which he relived traumatic events in his past. The daedra worship that had caused all his friends to die, the resulting expulsion from the Mages Guild, the sack of an entire city in an attempt to kill him, all of the people who had gone into battle on his behalf and not returned... His grief and guilt were so strong they were almost tangible.

All I could do was offer myself, in whatever role he needed me. Rescuer, protector, healer, friend. I stroked his back to show my support.

Ocato/F!PC

[(Anonymous)]

The poor man is under a lot of stress running the empire and F!PC thinks it's high time he took a break. If she so happened to join him for this break all the better.

Nymphet (Part 1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Also needed to do this one.

I used the same character as I did for the other fill I did in this post. It kind of fit the head canon I had for Aria that I had created long ago and I was too lazy to think up something else.

Anyway, OP, enjoy! It's kinda weird though. Beware of the angst beyond this point!

........


Ever since the death of Martin Septim, everything seemed to be going wrong more than usual. It seemed like every time Ocato would turn around there were fewer and fewer people that supported him. There were even conspiracies floating around that Martin Steptim’s death was a set up to gain the throne. Whenever Ocato seemed to need his supporters the most, they were suddenly nowhere to be found.

He buried his face in his hands before running his fingers through his hair, ruffling up the neat strands. He was aware of the dark circles beneath his eyes. It had been weeks since he got more than a few hours of sleep per night. Last night, he didn’t get any. His mind was a haze. He needed to think straight, but he couldn’t seem to focus.

Ocato’s thoughts kept drifting back to a friend he once had, a fellow councilman, Matius Pelellius. If Matius were still alive, things wouldn’t have headed downhill like they did. His untimely death, along with Martin’s, were ill omens for the Empire. Fortunately Matius’s shrewd, diplomatic prowess lived on in his daughter Aria, Hero of Kvatch and Champion of Cyrodiil. But even the Champion seemed to disappear off the face of Nirn as of late. Ocato thought about sending out a legion to search for her, but he knew he couldn’t spare the men to look for one woman.

After the end of the Oblivion crisis, she’d visit the Palace every other week at least. Now it had been two months since she had shown up. Ocato had mentioned something rather callous about Martin’s death when he was in a bad mood, which had struck a powerful chord in Aria. She stormed off into the night, tears in her eyes and she choked out angry accusations at him of being uncaring and wanting the throne for himself. These types of accusations were nothing new to him, but they were especially hurtful coming from Aria. In her absence, Ocato felt abandoned. She was the only thing of his best friend he had left. He tried to look after her like he thought Matius would want, but Aria was about as unruly as the winds and seemingly addicted to putting herself in danger. To lose Aria as well would mean utter despair for the Chancellor and likely the Empire.

Suddenly a soft voice had shaken him from his grim thoughts. “Chancellor.”

Ocato sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly as he turned around. As if his thoughts had summoned her, there was Aria standing before him. Looking upon her, he remembered the squirming human babe he once held in his arms seemingly not too long ago, and Matius beaming beside him and bragging about his newborn daughter. Humans grew up too fast. “Aria. I thought you—I thought you’d never return.” Ocato tried to cover up the pain in his voice with slight resentment.

Aria looked to the ground before regarding him for a moment. “I cannot stay long,” she said, her eyes maintaining an air of somberness in them. “But I just wanted to apologize for losing my temper.”

Suddenly she paused, and her eyes softened. Ocato was aware that her eyes were quickly looking over his face, and he was at once self-conscious of his appearance. “You’ve been running yourself ragged again,” she stated matter of factly.

“Things have become more hectic, yes,” Ocato tried to dismiss.

“Then I should go. You need rest.”

“No.” He called out to her more urgent than he had intended. “I still need to speak with you. Please, come with me.”

Martin/PC (spoilers for Oblivion?)

[(Anonymous)]

I'd mostly prefer a female PC but I'm game for anything :D

I'd like to see the PC on the night before the last big fight. She can't sleep, and neither can Martin, and knowing that they may well never see each other again spurs them to act on unsaid feelings. Sad fluff or sad smut, either would be great.

Re: Martin/PC (spoilers for Oblivion?)

[(Anonymous)]

On it!

Crassius Curio/Nerevarine

[(Anonymous)]

I can't believe nobody has asked for this yet! Do you remember Uncle Crassius, the writer of The Lusty Argonian Maid?

I would like to see a cracky, funny story with Uncle Curio being the loveable pervert with a crush on the nerevarine, and everything that comes with this. Kinky love letters, anyone? And would he really be satisfied with a single kiss?

Re: Crassius Curio/Nerevarine

[(Anonymous)]

My sweet dumpling,

I am so proud of you. So proud is your dear Uncle Crassius that when word reached me of your latest accomplishments, I knew I could not wait for you to return to Vivec City before I congratulated you. The way you have mounted the tiers of House Hlaalu is testament to your natural talent and skill. I knew from the moment I saw you that every inch of your strength and every bit of your unfathomable stamina would serve our Great House well. I pray that you return quickly. A warrior maid of the north needs only the finest of swords, and it would be my honor to present you such a prize.

Make haste and be swift! The sword rusts without its sheath. But there will be plenty of time when you get here, my sweet, to tell me all about your adventures.

Uncle Crassius

Vivec/EVERYONE

[(Anonymous)]

Why isn't Vivec the patron saint of this meme?

All I want is Vivec/Anyone. Everyone. Nerevar. Almalexia. Sotha Sil. Molag Bal. The kings of Yokuda. Every single one of the Buoyant Armigers. Muatra. Metaphors. Mystical words at the beginning of the world. I don't even know.
Hard mode: I want it in the style of the 36 Sermons of Vivec. The more confused I am, the better.

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.

Re: Vivec/EVERYONE

[(Anonymous)]

Kmeme fills, Michael Kirkbride style?

Yeah, thanks, I got a headache just from imagining that.

Not to say I'm not enthusiastically seconding this, mind.

Nerevarine/Caius Cosades

[(Anonymous)]

Doin' a line a moon sugar off those glorious abs.

Ordinator/Imperial Cult member

[(Anonymous)]

This is, like, something I've desired since I first played Morrowind. I'd love to see some rough sex in a dark corner of Vivec - maybe one of the Underworks?

Since the Ordinators are pretty anonymous the IC member doesn't have to be a named character but I would prefer a lady.

Rushing Water 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

^{short, sweet autofill. because why not?
(additional?)tags: char:ordinator, char:imperial_cultist, kink:non_con, kink:anonymity}

If anyone asked him, and no one ever would, he wouldn't be able to tell them why. He wouldn't be able to pinpoint when the cultist had become anything more. He also wouldn't be able to describe just what she had precisely been before looming so great and vivid in his consciousness. She was a plain Imperial woman, dowdy in her vestments and her presence in his heart eclipsed even his devotion to Lord Vivec. He never learned her name.

What he did recall were inconsequential details. It had been a hot day. The filthy water of the canals shimmered in the heat. She had laid a coda flower at the feet of each statue in the High Fane. How odd. Perhaps suspicious. But it fascinated him and galled his sense of how the world was ordered.

He followed her from that point on, he knew this. So perhaps that had been the catalyzing incident, the paradox of a cultist of the Nine honoring a god-king of the Tribunal. It seemed, upon reflection, most likely. But no one would ever ask and he would never tell. She certainly never noticed him stalk her through the archways. To the woman he was a golden mask of law and order, indistinguishable from any other.

She entered the canalworks of St. Olms. Skooma-eaters of the city were known to retreat to the tier's cool isolation to have their poison dreams undisturbed. None were there that day to hear her sermons or eat thoughtlessly her charity. As she turned to leave, he remembered stopping her.

His questions and accusations were drummed-up foolishness but they flustered her and her defense was slow, stuttered. She'd begun to weep by the time he'd shoved her against a wall. He pulled her robe from her under the pretense of searching for illegal or stolen goods. She'd trembled in her smalls, face and eyes red. The spray of a waterfall beside her caught in her hair. Her sobs had slowly dwindled to hiccups. Perhaps she thought it would all be over when he found nothing.

Her sobs started up afresh after he turned her over and pressed her to the cold wall. He did not care to see her softness or her face. The sound of rushing water hid her cry when he entered her and his threats silenced whatever may have come afterward. He was already being merciful, to fuck her where such an act belonged. She had not a reason to scream. When he came his hands tightened on the swell of her hips but only enough to leave a vicious redness. She collapsed in a ruined heap, strings of semen clinging to her thighs. He did up his garment and left.

The incident was never reported, unsurprisingly. The victim would receive no sympathy in the holy city. She would be derided as little more than a witch attempting to shame the Temple. And the perpetrator could never be found. He was but one in a sea of golden masks, patrolling endlessly the waterfalls and canals.

Nels Llendo / f!PC

[(Anonymous)]

I have a soft spot for roguish characters, especially highwaymen who ask for a kiss from a lady instead of rob them of their gold (regardless of the answer to their request). I met him right at the start and was smitten ever since, and the game's sore lack of romancing the man hasn't helped me any. I can't be the only one! (For a reminder: Nels Llendo (http://uesp.net/wiki/Morrowind:Nels_Llendo_(quest)))

I want more than a quick kiss, much more, and I don't care where or when it happen, nor the race of the f!PC.

squicks: please no non-con

thank you in advance!

Re: Nels Llendo / f!PC

[(Anonymous)]

OHDEARGODINEEDTHIS.
I might actually fill this myself.

Captain Lex/f!pc

[(Anonymous)]

So, our female is also the new Grey Fox and she likes to tease poor Lex by walking by and randomly putting on the mask or taking it off! just for the "OMG IT'S THE GREY FOX-wait where did he go?" effect.

So what she doesn't know is that the mask has a will of its own (or is it Nocturnal's will?) Anyway,it stops working or something. Lex finds out she's the grey fox and is confused and angry.

So, the logical thing is sex,no?

<3

Re: Captain Lex/f!pc

[(Anonymous)]

Are you me, anon? I had this same idea while screwing around in Oblivion not too long ago. Seconding this so hard!

F Bosmer PC/Aela

[(Anonymous)]

PC trying to steal something from Aela and getting caught.
Femslash and lemons afterwards.

[(Anonymous)]

I'll see what I can come up with soon! (just got skyrim)

Eldamil/female!CoC

[(Anonymous)]

Eldamil needs some lovins too!

While in Camoran's Paradise, the Champion of Cyrodiil learns that after she kills Mankar Camoran, she'll never see Eldamil again. They find the time to say one final goodbye. Make it sweet and sappy, author!anons.

Would prefer an Imperial Champion because they're my favorite race :3 But if a!a really wants to use a different one, go for it.

Re: Eldamil/female!CoC

[(Anonymous)]

Oh maaan, I came here to request something like this with Eldamil too. Seconding so hard.

M!Dragonborn/ Brynjolf

[(Anonymous)]

Mercer doesn't like the recruit very much, but Brynjolf does. No specifics of when, where, or why but make it saucy anons ;D

Bonus for jealous Tonilia
Extra bonus for a smidgen of fluff. Bryn needs more love.

Re: M!Dragonborn/ Brynjolf

[(Anonymous)]

seconded, especially bottom!Bryn... I want BAMF!M!Dragonborn owning his ass... hard... Make it dirty saucy fluffy please!

Various Daedric Princes" "Party"

[(Anonymous)]

Everyone remember Sheogorath's comment in the Shivering Isles about how Malacath is not popular at parties? I'd love to see someone write about one of the princes' soirées. Things like Malacath gate-crashing, Sanguine spiking the drinks, and Azura and Meridia gossiping over how hideous Namira's dress is.

Re: Various Daedric Princes" "Party"

[(Anonymous)]

OH MY GODS. I WANT THIS. WILL FIND TIME TO POSSIBLY FILL. 'Some tokin' orphans out there...

Multiple Daedra/F!PC

[(Anonymous)]

Has anyone wondered once you become a ruler of the Shivering Isles how far your subservient, loyal daedra will go to serve you?

Basically I want to see a female PC taking advantage of this, and making either her Dark Seducer or Golden Saint (or both, if she's now Lady Sheogorath) subordinates please her sexually, and at least two at one time, but the more the merrier. This anon would really love to see them taking turns with her while the other ones watch or please her in some other way, filling her up multiple times, double or even triple penetration, and whatever else anon wants.

I'm not really into femslash that much, so I'd prefer at least one or most of her lovers be male, depending on how many anon decides to involve. Also no preference on race.

Come on, people! This part of the kink meme needs more lovin!

Re: Multiple Daedra/F!PC

[(Anonymous)]

Interesting! I'd love to read it ;)

Goblins/F!Nerevarine, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Hear me out. I was attempting the quest in Tribunal where you need to kill the goblin warchiefs, and I failed. Utterly. At one point, four goblins had surrounded my poor Nerevarine and were beating her to pieces, knocking her down, again and again. Iit was pitiful, really. Then, a twisted thought struck me: what if those goblins tried something a bit... more?
Gah. I am a terrible person.
I would prefer it if the Nerevarine was a Dunmer, but other than that, go wild. Just not so wild that it knocks over the flower pots.

Sotha Sil/Gears

[(Anonymous)]

Everyone knows Sotha Sil loved clockwork.

Dirge + Vekel the man

[(Anonymous)]

Every time I walk past Dirge, he makes some remark about me either being the guildmaster's kissass or to not make trouble. Despite me BEING the guildmaster. So how about Vekel (the guy who runs the Ragged Flagon) sitting the thief down and telling him that he's really gotta stop talking to the GM like that, cause it stopped being funny a while ago. Make it fluffy or funny or kinky, doesn't matter to me. I just think Dirge, for all his growling, needs a good talking-to.

Dirge, we need to talk 1a/1b

[(Anonymous)]

Title:Dirge, we need to talk
Tags: Vekel the Man, Dirge, Crack, humor
Summary: Dirge gets a sit down with Vekel after he threatens the Guildmaster one time too many.

Vekel was wiping down the counter to the bar to the Ragged Flagon while thinking about how nice it would be to go out to dinner with Tonilia after his shift ended. It had been a while since the two lovers had any time alone, and he thought it would be a good time to try to convince the lovely Redguard to let him make an honest woman out of her. Well, as honest of a woman one could make out of thief.

“The last person that made trouble for Vekel ended up floating in the canal...catch my drift?"

Vekel groaned when he heard the deep voice of his bouncer. There seemed to be only one person the Imperial ever said that to. Vekel looked up from his work and confirmed, to his horror that Dirge was indeed speaking to Meena, the Khajiit Dragonborn. Master of the Shout. Destroyer of Dragons. Thane of half of Skyrim.

And the freaking GUILDMASTER OF THE THIEVES’ GUILD.

“Sure thing, buddy,” Meena said good-naturedly as she passed the large bodyguard. She punched him on the arm playfully. “You keep doing what you’re doing.”

"Stay outta trouble, or there's gonna be trouble,” Dirge growled.

“Yo, Vekel,” Meena said as she placed her bulging bag on his counter. “Have you seen Tonilia? I’ve got some more merchandise for her.”

“She’s back in the Cistern,” Vekel mumbled, trying to not let the Guildmaster see his blush of shame.

“Thanks, you’re the Man,” Meena winked while pointing a clawed finger at him. She started to turn away to find the local fence, and then changed her mind. “Look, I don’t mind Dirge. He’s kinda funny in a low brow sort of way. But, I thought we didn’t kill people? Guild policy and all? Killing is for the Brotherhood, etcetera? You think maybe you could talk to him about toning it down?”

“Of course, Guildmaster!” Vekel said. He mentally groaned in embarrassment that the situation.

“Thanks! You’re the best! I’m off,” Meena turned away whistling “The Dragonborn Comes” as she walked to the secret entrance to the Cistern.

As soon as their leader was gone, Vekel threw down his cleaning rag. “Dirge,” he hissed, “get your big ass over here!”
“Sup, boss,” Dirge asked as he sauntered over to the bar. He plopped himself into a bar stool, seemingly unaware of Vekel’s displeasure. “You need some heads smashed? Maybe that Khajiit’s?”

“No, Dirge,” Vekel sighed. He pulled out a bottle of cheap ale and two cups. Alcohol always made anything go down smoother, and even if it didn’t help with Dirge, then Vekel knew he needed a few swallows to get through this conversation without throttling
Dirge. “Here, have a drink on me.”

“Thanks, boss!” Dirge said cheerfully as he knocked back his mug in one gulp.

Fallout + Skyrim Crossover

[(Anonymous)]

Two awesome Bethesda games mushed into one, pretty much.

I'd like to see a post-apocalyptic version of Tamriel.
Stormcloaks and Imperials fight with rifles, pistols, and grenades. Thalmor use hi-tech laser and plasma weapons. Irradiated dragons, mudcrabs, horkers, and draugr. Nuka-Cola puts Black-Briar Mead to shame, and the Dragonborn is gifted with a Pip-Boy 3000 allowing them to enhance their exploration. Maybe have them meet a few characters from Fallout 3 or New Vegas? (Like the Lone Wanderer, the Courier, any of the followers, or antagonists)

Re: Fallout + Skyrim Crossover

[(Anonymous)]

I've heard that there were dragons out here. You ever seen any?

Azura/Vehk's Spear

[(Anonymous)]

Sooooo...what EXACTLY did Vivec do to Azura?
Go wild.
Triggers are bloodplay and feces/urine.

Almalexia/Ane Teria

[(Anonymous)]

That awkward moment when you fall in love with one of your ex-husband's reincarnations.