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Astrid/F!Bosmer!PC - Spanking/Caning/Whipping

[(Anonymous)]

VAGUE SPOILERS FOR THE DARK BROTHERHOOD QUESTLINE


'You've paid your debt, but you still need to be punished...'

Re: Astrid/F!Bosmer!PC - Spanking/Caning/Whipping

[(Anonymous)]

Yes!

[(Anonymous)]

Lydia/Fem!Argonian Warrior PC

Two women who follow the sword find each other one night.

Breaking the Spell, 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

The Argonian spellsword’s tail was twitching wildly, her slitted eyes darting around the house as if expecting an ambush at any moment. Lydia saw the way she gripped her weapon in her clawed hands, and she shook her head sadly. It was not her place to criticise her thane, nor to come between a warrior and her blade, but that dagger… it bothered her.

She knew not how the Argonian had acquired it, just that her thane had returned from Dawnstar clutching it. It was a fine blade, she knew, having seen the Argonian wielding it in battle, slaying with ease men, mer and beasts. But there was something unwholesome about it, the way it shimmered with strange magics, the way her thane had changed since acquiring it.

Her thane was often cold, aloof and even rude in her dealings with others, but she had never been cruel or unkind. Beneath her scaly skin lay the heart of an honourable warrior, one she had been proud to serve as housecarl – until she had acquired that dagger. She had changed, become ruthless and paranoid. It worried her, how the Argonian always seemed to be clutching it, the way she now stared at everyone she met, as if calculating how much their continued life was worth to her. This was not the hero she had seen return from the Watchtowers to report the dragon’s death, the woman even stubborn Irileth had come to accept as a friend. Not the woman she had fought alongside through all the treacherous mountain valleys, knowing that if she had to give her life for the Argonian, it would be a fair trade that such a woman would live…

“Do you want something?” The Argonian hissed, and Lydia realised she had been staring, her usual discipline fading in her thane’s presence. The other woman moved, faster than Lydia could react, and even as she instinctively reached for the hilt of her own sword, the Argonian’s dagger was at her throat.

“Yes, you want this.” The Argonian’s tongue flicked back and forth, like that of a serpent as Lydia remained perfectly still, a chill running through her. To die in battle, to sail forth to Sovngarde, that held no fear for her. But to die here, at the hands of her own thane gone mad-

“They all want this. The perfect blade. The perfect edge. To hold the power of life and death…” The Argonian was staring off into space, and Lydia’s heart ached to see her thane so far gone. She swallowed, murmuring a final prayer to Talos under her breath, accepting her death if she could at least, in her last moments, bring her thane – her friend – out of this mad trance.

“That is not want I want, my thane.” She said, her heart racing as she finally gave voice to the desires that had haunted her for so long. “I do not claim your sword. I do not wish to take from you anything that is yours. I only desire… you, my thane.”

The Argonian woman’s eyes flickered, and she sniffed the air, her expression confused and lost. Lydia felt the woman’s arm relax, the blade moving a fraction of an inch away from her throat. She stepped back as the Argonian’s arm fell back to her side, a look of sudden horror in her golden eyes. The other woman blinked, her tail finally falling still, and, impulsively, Lydia stepped forward, her hand brushing against the other woman’s body as she moved closer, until finally her lips were pressed against her smooth, cool face.

“Lydia, I’m so sorry-“ The Argonian croaked out. Lydia heard the dagger clatter to the ground, whatever spell it held over her broken by her confession. She ran her hand down the Argonian’s neck, feeling the leathery skin and the rough marks of old scars. She met the Argonian’s eyes, her heart racing as she saw her emotions reflected there.

“Shh.” She said, taking the warrior Argonian by the hand, and began to lead her thane up the stairs, towards the double bed she had so long dreamed about. She smiled, impishly. “I am yours to command, my Thane.”

She smiled, as she saw the Argonian woman’s green skin flush a deep turquoise, the last of the strangeness that had haunted her expression for so many days finally fading away, and meekly, the Dragonborn Argonian followed her housecarl towards the bedroom.

On the floor, still shimmering with a dim red that seemed to speak of frustrated plans, the Razor of Mehrune’s Dagon, lay still where it had fallen, forgotten once more.

[(Anonymous)]

Fem!Argonian/Fem!Argonian

Something sensual and cute, may or may not involve the PC.

Farkas/Fem!Woodelf PC

[(Anonymous)]

Really it could be whatever Fem!PC (just no Kajite, Argonian or Orc).

Farkas is the Heavy-Armor trainer in the Companions, a little slow, but adorable. Anything please. I'm smitten. (He's all brute strength and clueless looks)

Re: Farkas/Fem!Woodelf PC

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my GOD I love Farkas. Do want!

Thieves Guild Spoilers--threesome

[(Anonymous)]

First off, I am so impressed that this is up already!

Second off, porn request: Karliah/f!Dovahkiin/Brynjolf threesome. Joining the Nightingales requires a ritual: a sexy ritual. All in the name Nocturnal, right?

Re: Thieves Guild Spoilers--threesome

[(Anonymous)]

oh god somebody write this

Sheogorath

[(Anonymous)]

Who was super excited to see Sheogorath back in this game? This anon right here. Awe ya.

So I'll white out this prompt because of likely spoilers:

Can be porn or not, I don't really care, though crack is an absolute must, because after all he IS the Prince of Maddness. If it does go porn then I would prefer a human race, though the gender doesn't matter.

Re: Sheogorath

[(Anonymous)]

By Azura, I approve!

Dark Brotherhood Spoilers--Specter Assassin/PC

[(Anonymous)]

I'm sure I wasn't the only one to jump for joy when we found out just who our summoned specter assassin was.

In celebration, I humbly request a fill about the daily life of PC and our summoned companion, as I've taken to not letting him go anywhere that he'll be in any danger. Little bit paranoid after last time, if you know what I mean?

Can be fluffy, funny, kinky, or sad--I'll take anything. Let's just get the love for him out there. :)

Re: Dark Brotherhood Spoilers--Specter Assassin/PC

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

male werewolf/ anyone!

[(Anonymous)]

So werewolf kink ohoy! Rough, diry and maybe even just after battle, hmm? :3

Anyone, find a smexy wolf boy that caught your fancy and pair him up with someone, a PC or NPC doesn't matter!

Make it as animalistic as you can, GO!

m!PC/Cosnach 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

You read my mind, OP!

The Dragonborn here is my PC, pics for reference here: http://steamcommunity.com/id/dearestpalrayray/screenshots?tab=public&showdate=1&filter=app_72850


- - -

Kavar appreciated the value of getting punched in the face as much as he appreciated the value of being able to hurl a ball of fire at someone thirty feet away.

When Cosnach at last managed to land a hit on him, right in the jaw, the crowd watching them at the Silver-Blood Inn cheered for him. Kavar, however, just snapped his gaze right back towards Cosnach as soon as he'd regained his footing, a grin on his face.

A very wolf-like grin that may have sobered Cosnach up a little.

The key to winning a brawl was reveling in it. Having known that before joining the Companions, Kavar found that, rather than having trouble realizing he might be going too far, Hercine's curse made it all the more acute. No, he didn't need to remind himself that Cosnach wasn't an enemy, he didn't need to remind himself that blood wasn't the end goal of their little match, despite the lines of red running down from the other man's nose and the split in his lip.

He also didn't need to remind himself that he could enjoy it, and when the last punch he would throw hit, when Cosnach went down back-first into a table, there was a brief, brief instant when nothing else existed.

He threw himself down onto his drunken and beaten challenger as the crowd cheered or booed depending on whose bets were won and lost, stradding his waist, hands grabbing Cosnach's wrists and pinning his hands over his head. "I win," Kavar whispered into his ear, before he threw his head back and laughed. "I win!"

"You win," Cosnach's drunken and exhausted voice repeating him was more of an agreement, not an admission that he was any less for the loss.

Kavar had to resist the urge to run his hands all over the man under him, to kiss him, to bite his lip and taste the blood and oh, vampires only thought they knew how to appreciate that. He licked his lips but didn't go through with the obscenities he was thinking, instead standing up and offering Cosnach a hand, something Cosnach gladly took.

Once Cosnach was up, Kavar threw an arm around him and led him right back to the bar. He threw enough gold onto the counter to pay for it when he declared a round for everyone on him, turning their fight into the night's main event, even though it was after the fact.

Cosnach appreciated the free mead more than anyone else, stopping only to smile at his new friend sitting next to him. "Thanks," he slurred, "I needed that... not sure if I mean the fight or the mead, but I needed that."

Kavar didn't drink anymore. Sitting with his elbows on the bar, chin rested on folded hands as he looked at Cosnach across the bar's corner was intoxicating enough. He imagined himself with wolf-like eyes, staring at the way the small braid in Cosnach's hair fell behind his ear, swinging just slightly.

He didn't say anything. Raising his head, Kavar reached over and ran a finger over Cosnach's lip, stopping where blood had dribbled out, rolling his finger down Cosnach's chin to get as much of it as he could. Enthralled, Cosnach simply watched as Kavar sucked his finger into his mouth, pulling it out slowly as his tongue cleaned the blood off.

He didn't need to be asked.

PC/Irileth

[(Anonymous)]

Adrenaline-fueled sex after surviving the battle with the dragon near Whiterun.

Any gender PC is fine.

Re: PC/Irileth

[(Anonymous)]

I WANT THIS SO BADDddddd

Elf or Human!Fem PC/Any Male Follower

[(Anonymous)]

Traveling along the tundra, scaling ice mountains and fending off wolves and the like can be hard (really hard) so anything sexy happening once they settle down for the night on a peak (campfire mood lighting, fur covered warm tent, and delicious mead). Perfect.

Re: Elf or Human!Fem PC/Any Male Follower

[(Anonymous)]

Do do do do do DO agree! (I can't even believe nobody's done this before)

Fem!PC/Male!Orc

[(Anonymous)]

Preferably one of those Bandit Orcs getting the better of our Fem!PC and teaching her a few things with his "other" sword.

Hey that's my loot!

[(Anonymous)]

A!anon is rather ashamed she wrote this, sorry if it's not what you wanted. Warning, this is NON-CON and SNUFF. You have been warned.

Ungrah-shu watched as the little bosmer female picked through the various chests and sacks that littered the camp. She had bested his fellow bandits before he showed up and they lay dead or dying around her feet. Don’t get him wrong, if she hadn’t saved him the trouble off killing them off he’d done it himself in a matter of days.

But what really made him angry was that some bitch elf was taking HIS loot.

Being dragonborn was hard work, everyone wanted something from you. Go over there, talk to that person, get that book, crawl through raw sewage and fetch my necklace. It was all fine and dandy if it weren’t for the little detail about never getting paid…ever. If it weren’t for the whole end of the world business she wouldn’t have bothered.

So here she was, killing bandits and looting them in hope of stumbling across wealth. They hadn’t even been much of a challenge, she thought dryly as she crouched next to a chest to try and pick the lock.
But before she could get too immersed in her task the sound of heavy boots made her ears twitch
and in two seconds flat she was on her feet with her twin daggers in her hands facing her challenger.

It was dark but the muscular build and the green tint of his skin made him out to be an orc, a very large one at that. Before she could open her mouth to try and persuade the intruder to leave, he charged her. His heavy axe raised above his head and a beastly roar tearing its way through his throat.

She was much faster than him, but he had brute strength on his side and she knew that just one hit with that monster of a weapon and it would all be over. She dodged and she thrust her daggers but she couldn’t get enough force in her strike to get through his armor.

It was all over too soon for his liking, the little elf was good but not good enough. The butt of his axe hit her square in the head and made her tumble. When people had said Ungrah-shu loved battle they had no idea. His cock had been at least semi erect since he saw her bend over that chest, and now? Now it was hard enough to beat the little elf to death with. But as fun as that might be, he had other plans.

He kicked her daggers away from her, grabbed her hair and dragged her over to the same chest she’d tried to pick. He threw her down on top of it and kicked her legs apart, oh how he’d enjoy this. The buckles on her leather pants were easily enough taken care of. Roughly he tore them down to bunch them at her knees, leaving her snow white ass ripe for the taking.

With one hand on her back he held her down and he spread her ass cheeks to have a look at her goods. He licked his lips as he looked at her, he’d never had an elf before.

She was starting to come to and she started to trash weakly as he unbuckled his own codpiece to pull his hard green length from its confinement.

He stroked himself a few times before he lined himself up with her and gave a mighty thrust, the pain of being unprepared and so suddenly filled tore a scream from her and her struggles were renewed. It hurt in ways she had never hurt before, never thought she could hurt. He grunted above her but there were no words just animalistic noises.

She was tight, so very tight but she was also dry and that had to change. At least for his own pleasure, he reasoned. So he rutted the female harder, he took her and he fucked but it still wasn’t enough to make her wet for him so he reached under her to grab her swinging breast and grip it firmly but it only made the elf hiss and snarl at him.

Astrid/Arnbjorn

[(Anonymous)]

Astrid and Arnbjorn's first time together. Possessive and rough, from both sides since I don't think either of them would be all that submissive :)

Farkas/M!Dragonborn

[(Anonymous)]

I'm currently playing through with a sexy male Nord, and all this awesome Viking broship is making me extremely happy. As a result, I decided to join the Companions. Requesting a fic that takes place after/as a result of your initiation quest. Here, whited out in case of spoilers:



I'll completely understand if this is too specific to fill--het fic just doesn't do it for me, and writing this fic will probably mean that the A!A has to also have decided to join this faction. I will say, though, that if a kind A!A does fill this I would love to fill an art request for them as a thanks!

Re: Farkas/M!Dragonborn

[(Anonymous)]

I hope this is to the OP's liking; I couldn't really get as good a handle on the concept as I thought I'd be able to so I ran with clueless!Farkas instead of the main idea and tried to make it a little silly and hopefully entertaining. (Also Farkas' voice is surprisingly hard to nail down wtf.)


- - -


Farkas was dumb.

Okay, so the Dragonborn didn't really have a lot of time to spend around him, what with fighting the Silver Hand and searching for more dragon words to shout. Still, he couldn't help but marvel at how thick-headed Farkas was.

"Hmm." And right now, Farkas was being very thick-headed. "I guess it's not ugly but what do you need some fancy deadric worshipping amulet for? It's not even for Hercine."

It was very, very difficult for the Dragonborn to stop his mouth from hanging open as he stared at Farkas in utter disbelief. He'd walked up to Farkas. He'd said "Farkas, look at this." He'd unstrapped his armor's buckles right there and pulled it off, and though the Dragonborn would never admit to puffing his chest out, he'd definitely done so. Just a little, just to show off the Amulet of Mara even more.

"Alright," the Dragonborn just deflated and walked away.

He had to do something about this, it was driving him insane. Maybe it was sharing the werewolf blood, maybe it was cutting down Silver Hand at his side, but Farkas was so alluring that other men seemed dull and women didn't even seem to exist.

- - -

Of all the things the Dragonborn tried, it was, of course, when he wasn't even actively trying to get into Farkas' trousers that he actually succeeded in doing so.

"I think you should just give up on big armor and stick to that leather stuff," Farkas sighed. "Just sayin.'"

Having landed on top of Farkas after his inability to properly balance while wearing a big hunk of metal got the better of him, the Dragonborn was hardly in a position to disagree.

Still, he was in a position he'd wanted to be in for awhile now, so he ran with it. "Alright." He yanked the iron breastplate off and tossed it away. He didn't get off of Farkas, though, and just pushed his weight back down. His own failings with it aside, pushing his bare chest against the metal Farkas wore was pretty exilerating, the cold from the metal making his skin tingle, the cold from the night air hitting his back in a way only a Nord could enjoy. "Maybe you should take yours off, too."

Poor, dim Farkas still didn't see where the Dragonborn was going with this. "Why?"

Fed up, deciding it was now or never, the Dragonborn smiled under the iron helmet he'd been wearing to go with the armor. He slid his hands as far as they would go under Farkas' breastplate, pulling them down to his waist. "So I can enjoy the view, wolf-for-brains."

"Oh." Farkas deadpanned. And then it clicked. "Oh."

The Dragonborn almost said 'finally,' almost shouted it at the top of his lungs, but really, the sight of Farkas taking his armor off stopped his voice in the middle of his throat.

The night-guards in town spent the rest of their shift terrified of the werewolf attack that never came, and not one of them wondered if the constant howling might've been indicative of mating season instead of hunger.

The amulet of what?

[(Anonymous)]

Our dragonborn (male of female doesn't matter) gets its hands on an amulet of mara without knowing what it is. Suddenly all these intimidating nord men and women are flirting with the Dragonborn and he/she doesn't know how to react!

make it porny or just funny, doesn't matter :)

The Amulet. 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

Freya had initially blamed the dragon. She'd just come back from clearing out the Silent Moons camp when it swooped out of the sky and proceeded to die horribly on her blade. For most of the good citizens of Whiterun, it was their first dragon sighting---was it any wonder a little hero worship ensued?

But it wasn't just hero worship. That she could have ignored---no, this was something else. The god damn amulet she'd liberated from one of the chests had turned half the population into babbling idiots. She couldn't walk down the street without someone raising an eyebrow, smirking, and promising to plow her fields until it yielded a bumper crop.

Freya downed the last of her ale and tried to ignore the merc who was making googly eyes at her from the corner. What was her name? Uthgerd? She was the latest in a long line of crazy people with marriage to the Dragonborn on their minds. Freya hadn't been to the Jorrvaskr in a month because of the mess it caused.

Vilkas and Farkas had stopped speaking to each other, and both were sporting rather nasty black eyes. Aela kept slipping filthy, filthy love poems under Freya's door, and there'd been some mess with Ria---she still wasn't clear on the details. She didn't want to be clear on the details. She wanted to be able to walk down the street without fear of being accosted with another marriage proposal.

And as for Athis---she felt her jaw clench as his latest innuendo came rushing back at her. Even if she was inclined to contort her body that way, she wasn't doing it like that with him and certainly not in the Jarl's personal library.

Another bottle of ale appeared in front of her as if by magic.

“I see you're wearing an amulet of Mara,” the smug voice said.

She slid the bottle back down the bar and tried to keep from murdering the speaker. She recognized that voice. Gods help him and her both; she'd already warned him three times she wasn't looking for a marriage proposal but he just kept insisting.

“Not interested, Farkas,” she said, “It's just a necklace.”

“Ah, but my love, it's so much more than that.”

He slid the bottle back across the bar. She considered letting it slide off the edge and onto the floor, but somehow, she couldn't condone the wasting of good ale. And if he continued with this line of dialogue, she was going to need it to keep from strangling him with the amulet.

“And how's your brother?” she asked.

“I don't want to talk about him right now,” he said, “This is about you and me. Have you thought any more on my proposal?"

“Restoration spells cost less magicka when I wear the dumb thing,” she said, “I don't want to marry you. I don't want to marry your brother. I don't want to marry anyone anywhere in this cursed hole of a country. Will you let me drink my ale in peace?”

“We both know that isn't true,” he said, “We could have the ceremony in Riften; it wouldn't take more than a day's ride---”

His hand settled on her thigh. She stared at it, wondering how much she'd have to bribe the guards to pretend they didn't see her cut it off and shove it up his ass. He squeezed and started to rub in a wide circle, inching higher and higher and---

“I see you're wearing an amulet of Mara.”

She groaned as another familiar voice drifted over Farkas' mindless drivel of a proposal. Freya elbowed Farkas in the ribs and tried to shift away from his meaty hand as Aela plopped down beside her. The woman's hand ghosted along her other thigh.

“It's just a shitty necklace,” she said, “Guys, really.”

She caught a glimpse of the death glare Uthgerd was sending her hopeful suitors. If it all worked out, she might not have to do anything. The merc would handle it for her.

“Don't be like that, kitten,” Aela said, “You're wearing the amulet. We both know what that means.”

“Yes, well, she doesn't mean it with you,” Farkas interrupted as he tried to regain his grip on Freya's thigh.

“She doesn't mean it with any of you,” Freya said, “I'm just a shitty mage who needs that little extra boost to keep from dying a horrible death. Go away.”

F!PC/Male Companion(s) - Initiation

[(Anonymous)]

Mildly AU to the actual events in the game. Spoilers below:



Elf or human PC, please.

Re: F!PC/Male Companion(s) - Initiation

[(Anonymous)]

sexy! Would love to read this...now just to find someone who will fill it.

Aldmeri Dominion/Empire - Non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Because every kink meme needs and Axis Powers Hetalia homage.

Re: Aldmeri Dominion/Empire - Non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Dammit, I didn't even know I wanted this-but yes!
Question, though- should the Mede Empire and the Septim Empire have the same personification?

F!PC/Ulfric Stormcloak

[(Anonymous)]

Whatever with those two, fluff or rough just no non-con. Elf or Imperial preferred for the whole racism thing (imperial - empire, elf - Aldmeri Dominion) no khajit or argonians please!

Re: F!PC/Ulfric Stormcloak

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding this so hard! Ulfric, you sexy, sexy man, you.

PCxScouts-Many-Marshes

[(Anonymous)]

Yesss, so glad this is here! :D Okay, so, I've totally got a huge crush on Scouts-Many-Marshes. He's just kind of dashing, isn't he? The gender of the PC doesn't matter, though my character is a female Breton if you need an idea~ =u =

btw, I love all of you for this place existing already. Looking forward to visiting here a lot! xD

Re: PCxScouts-Many-Marshes

[(Anonymous)]

I know the feeling, he is kinda handsome in a scaley way...if that makes sense?
so...WANT

Dark Brotherhood Spoilers! Fem!PC/Cicero

[(Anonymous)]

I can't be the only one with a soft spot for Cicero. Your character is likely the only person Cicero hasn't considered killing so make it fluffy or kinky, I'm not picky. I'd prefer a Dunmer lady--how can he resist those eyes?

Re: Dark Brotherhood Spoilers! Fem!PC/Cicero

[(Anonymous)]

Don't worry, OP! You're not the only one who feels this way!

Brynjolf/PC

[(Anonymous)]

Brynjolf always seemed affectionate towards the PC in the game and the "lass" bit made me grin every time. So what if Brynjolf was sweet on his lass but never told her, then with the whole Mercer thing he assumes the worst. I want to see the emotional rollercoaster of thinking she's dead, seeing her again, thinking she's betrayed them, being angry that it took so long to come back to them. Ahh the angst makes me toes curl just thinking about it.

I challenge you a!anon! oh and if you WANT to make it smutty who am I discourage you? o:)

Re: Brynjolf/PC

[(Anonymous)]

Oh yess. Do want. I loved it when he called my character that. :D

Lydia/Any, campsite comfort sex.

[(Anonymous)]

Camping!domestic comfort sex by the fire because it gets so cold and ronery on the road. Why have I bonded with the worst bodyguard ever*sigh*. My horse does better, yet I have some pathalogical need to keep her alive.
So I guess the prompt is weird snuggle sex and affection?

Re: Lydia/Any, campsite comfort sex.

[(Anonymous)]

I know right? I tried so hard to keep her alive... Alas, it was for not, but she was cool. Seconding this.

Ralof/M!High Elf Dragonborn - Hurt/Comfort

[(Anonymous)]

I can't have been the only one to think Ralof was the coolest at the beginning.

So, the Dragonborn is a High Elven mage guy, and he and Ralof bonded during the escape, but went their separate ways. A few months later, a batch of injured Stormcloak soldiers shows up at Winterhold. Dragonborn, being a healer, goes to help out.

Ralof is one of the injured soldiers.

Fluff and healing ensue. Bonus points if Ralof is on bed rest and needs to be taken care of a lot, despite his attempts contrary.

Oh, I crave the fluff.

Re: Ralof/M!High Elf Dragonborn - Hurt/Comfort

[(Anonymous)]

That would be so cute!

M!Orc Dragonborn / Orc NPC - learning experience

[(Anonymous)]

Poor Dragonborn was born a city Orc and has no idea about the culture that he would have grown up in in an Orc stronghold. So he goes into one he finds, all bright eyed and bushy tailed.

But then he makes a bunch of mistakes along the way and generally comes off as an oblivious puppy. So one of the other, older male orcs, as is per custom, teaches him... manners.

And by manners, we on the kink meme mean sex.

Any Orc NPC is fine, though this anon would strongly prefer both the Dragonborn and his partner be male. But really, I'll take anything.

Re: M!Orc Dragonborn / Orc NPC - learning experience

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Cicero/F!PC - Sadism and/or Masochism

[(Anonymous)]

I know there is already a Cicero prompt, but he really grew on me through the quests and I figured what the heck.

So I just got to the end of the Brotherhood questline, and to bit where you get to fix up the Sanctuary. Hopefully there isn't anything too spoilerish in this, but when you have to go to Devlin Mallroy for the items and when you buy the torture chamber he makes a comment about if you use it for business or pleasure. Which just cranked my mind to the dirtiest place imaginable. So, basically newly minted torture chamber, Cicero being the absolutely mad man he is, tests it out on the Listener. Whether or not she's willing is up to the a!a but I would like to see sadism and/or masochism, possibly Cicero being a sadist and the Listener masochist. I personally prefer a human race, and though the subject says F!PC, I have no objects to a M!PC what so ever.

This OP is mostly a filler and not a prompter, but I figure the more prompts the greater likelyhood of fills, right? I might fill this one on my own but please don't let that deter any potential a!a's from filling, I have the attention of a goldfish and may never actually get around to filling this.

Re: Cicero/F!PC - Sadism and/or Masochism

[(Anonymous)]

Super want right here.

F!PC/Farkas or Vilkas...or both...

[(Anonymous)]

So the twins are awesome - big, strong, sexy and got some beast in 'em - but they are dirty...sweaty, dirty, warriors that need to be forced to bathe.

Either of them are followers, or maybe both of them are? and F!PC travels up to the north where the gyser hot springs are, why not take a dip? (forget about the harsh minerals).

I'd prefer Farkas, but Vilkas is great too. Kinda just want to see some action in one of those cool looking hot tubs, like bad...

Bonus! if the chosen Nord thinks the hole idea is stupid since he'd just going to get dirty again

Also I would prefer a human or elf PC (if thats not too much stipulation).

Re: F!PC/Farkas or Vilkas...or both...

[(Anonymous)]

This anon loves manly men and tubs so she seconded this prompt with all her heart. :)
Also - choice between Farkas and Vilkas is extremely hard. ;)