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Astrid/F!Bosmer!PC - Spanking/Caning/Whipping
Date: 2011-11-12 05:19 pm (UTC)'You've paid your debt, but you still need to be punished...'
no subject
Date: 2011-11-13 02:34 am (UTC)Two women who follow the sword find each other one night.
no subject
Date: 2011-11-13 02:40 am (UTC)Something sensual and cute, may or may not involve the PC.
Farkas/Fem!Woodelf PC
Date: 2011-11-13 05:39 am (UTC)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
Date: 2011-11-13 10:48 pm (UTC)Thieves Guild Spoilers--threesome
Date: 2011-11-14 12:01 am (UTC)Second off, porn request: Karliah/f!Dovahkiin/Brynjolf threesome. Joining the Nightingales requires a ritual: a sexy ritual. All in the name Nocturnal, right?
Sheogorath
Date: 2011-11-14 01:26 am (UTC)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.
Dark Brotherhood Spoilers--Specter Assassin/PC
Date: 2011-11-14 08:17 am (UTC)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: Farkas/Fem!Woodelf PC
Date: 2011-11-14 09:20 am (UTC)male werewolf/ anyone!
Date: 2011-11-14 09:36 am (UTC)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!
PC/Irileth
Date: 2011-11-14 01:18 pm (UTC)Any gender PC is fine.
Re: Farkas/Fem!Woodelf PC
Date: 2011-11-14 11:12 pm (UTC)Elf or Human!Fem PC/Any Male Follower
Date: 2011-11-15 02:33 am (UTC)Warm Like Mead 1/?
Date: 2011-11-15 06:16 am (UTC)---------------------------------------------------------------------------
In the darkest crease of the Jorrvaskr she waited. The cold pine was rough against the soft leather on her back, and the cold was frigid, but it always was in Whiterun. The shadows, the cold, and the wait was worth it when the carved wooden doors creaked open in the dark of the morn. The heavy black locks and dark set eyes were what she normally saw at first glance, but this morning it was all exposed muscular arms and heavy iron armor – that unique bulk design that only the thickest of warriors wore.
She narrowed her eyes at him – he didn't notice her, but then again no one would unless she wanted them to. The Thieves Guild had taught her the way of remaining unseen even in the most normal of positions...in the most minimalist of places.
Really there was no need to hide. The Companions had come to quickly respect her, even the women gave her those eyes now and she relished in it, for now.
She found that the beastly oaf stepping heavily down the stone steps to the yard had quite the routine. At four in the morn he'd wake, eat and down a flagon of mead, maybe even two if it was even more of a cruel degree outside than normal.
At four thirty he was outside, taking a wooden sword to one of those resilient straw dummies with those cold sweaty muscles gleaming by the fire. At first she had to admit he didn't really impress her that much. She preferred men as good with a sword as they were with their wit and their brains, but there was something about Farkas that was hard to deny.
It was almost...cute? - how she'd watched with a smart eye as the others played their innocent pranks on him, only to have him shrug them off, not even understanding half of them. If he wanted to he could probably take them all on at the same time, but there was something honest about him – not honorable, not really, but honest and sincere.
He had never sugar coated anything, and maybe that was because he didn't have the brains for smooth words, but she liked to think he just didn't bother with coating something over for the good of another's self esteem. She'd been on the brunt of the honesty a few times and it did more than just impress her.
In fact, sometimes she thought about him retaliating against the teasing...not that she wished any of her shield-siblings dead, but it was just that a man and his sword was about the most primal thing she could imagine, and primal was all she relied on in these times. Even brains had little respect in this age – the stronger prevailed, and Farkas would have been a most precious companion by her side if she could figure out how to convince him it was worth his while. He liked sorting things out with a sword as much as she did, maybe more, but he was also comfortable here doing odd jobs with a crate of mead to warm him at night.
She'd never heard any of the women speak much about him, at least not in a fanciful way, and that to her meant he was a prime candidate for her advances. She never aimed for married men...or even committed men, and she had to make sure that wasn't an issue before she struck.
For now she just smirked lowly and stared at his back, watching his body twist expertly before stabbing and slashing at the dummy until she could hear his gasps past the falling snow. The sun wouldn't rise for another hour or so, not this high up... and she fully planned on bedding him before the dawn broke. How she would do such a thing she'd leave to fate. Planning the deed would lead to failure - it was like assassination. You had a goal, but that was that, you made your moves as the situations presented themselves.
Warm Like Mead 2/?
Date: 2011-11-15 06:17 am (UTC)The snow fell slowly for the next ten minutes, and the sweat off Farkas' arms and chin must have frozen before it hit the ground. He ruined the dummy, and she knew there would be someone aiming to give him a little jibe for it...especially those stuffy archers.
He turned around sooner than she had assumed, staring right at her under the shadow of the arches with a bite of apple still in her mouth. She paused and chewed the bite slowly, swallowing it with a cheeky smile.
“You don't strike me as the kind to be up so early, elf.” His voice made her almost purr. He may be slightly thick-headed and he had yet to ever use her birth name, but he could call her all the slurs he wanted as long as he did it underneath her.
“I aim to surprise, no doubt about that.”, she said, rolling the apple core on a finger quickly.
He grumbled and tossed the wooden sword in a pile of fresh snow beside the straw-less dummy. He looked annoyed for a second and then wiped the sweat off his face to show off a brightly exerted expression.
“You go back and forth a lot don't you? Never around as much anymore now that the dragons are being sighted closer each week.”
At least he was perceptive, she would add that to his allure now. With a shake of the head she slipped off the table with a light step, walking easily to the outermost pillar. She leaned on it; arms crossed loosely. “My tasks take me many places, but coming back here is more like home than most. Good company, good food, and nice sights.” She let the side of her lips curl as she watched sweat dry as it slipped over the pronounced brow hidden partly by his damp hair. He probably smelled more like a man than all the men in the Legion. Her gaze dropped to the armor then to the slim waist and back past the thick corded arms dusted in drying hair and scars.
“I may not be the smartest of our shield-siblings, but even I know when a woman's coming onto me.”
For a second he took her off guard, but when he smirked lightly she grinned and chuckled as the snow picked up in the dark – the wind gusting at the torches along the pillars teasingly.
“You so sure about that Farkas? Perhaps I'm just still loose from last nights celebrations.”
“I've seen you drink before. Takes more than a few flagons of mead to put you down, and I don't think you'd spy on me just to poke fun like the others.”
She arched along the pillar, exposing a slip of bare skin where her leather vest parted from her leather pants. When his eyes landed on the honey colored skin she lowered her amber eyes with a smile as he slowly stared back into her eyes – that clueless look taking far too long to disappear.
“I like watching you fight, even if it is against a straw man. Figured you'd want to hear a sweet offer from yours truly.”, she was well armed to seduce men, as a woman it was easier to fake a few looks and pose for a few eyes than pay extra on armor or work longer for information than necessary, and in these sorts of situations it was just a nice addition.
“Alone? Really?”, he sounded suspicious, like she was aiming to gut him than bed him, but still she grinned at his almost miffed expression.
“Really.”
Fem!PC/Male!Orc
Date: 2011-11-15 06:31 am (UTC)Re: Warm Like Mead 2/?
Date: 2011-11-15 10:31 am (UTC)Love it, keep it up! Will be stalking it!
*sits down and waits, staring at A!anon's back*
Re: Warm Like Mead 2/?
Date: 2011-11-15 10:42 am (UTC)Love this. Can't wait for more.
Astrid/Arnbjorn
Date: 2011-11-15 11:10 am (UTC)Re: Sheogorath
Date: 2011-11-15 12:25 pm (UTC)Farkas/M!Dragonborn
Date: 2011-11-15 03:55 pm (UTC)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: Warm Like Mead 2/?
Date: 2011-11-15 08:54 pm (UTC)Warm Like Mead 3/?
Date: 2011-11-16 01:19 am (UTC)She took a glance at the dimming stars past the flakes of snow and braced against a heavy gust of wind, watching out the side of her vision as Farkas made a heavy sound as he breathed in the crisp smells of old burning fires and fresh cut wood.
“How did you fair with Aela last night?”, there was a breech of awkwardness in his voice that was adorable in its own right. He was like a wolf pup sometimes, or at least the bestial equivalent.
“She drank her fill, and more. I don't think she found vengeance as rewarding as she would have hoped. It is good you were missing, she may have found you more appealing to harass than I.”
Farkas snorted – steam billows from his nostrils – as he smirked. “She is frightening.”
“Aye.”, she agreed wholeheartedly. The woman was a glorious beast and just as prideful as the men she kept company with. But her mind wasn't on Aela, no, far from the ferocious woman indeed. Normally it was a novice to have simple banter with Farkas, but his shifting eyes and uneven stance was uncommon of there normal conversations.
“Is there something troubling you Farkas? Even an elf can see you look a little bit unease.”
His mouth set and then parted like he was letting out a silent sigh, “Fighting is easier than...whatever this is you're trying to do. It is not as easy as striking down an enemy or blocking an attack.” His shoulders rolled and his armor clanked loudly back around his waist as he grunted out another cloud of steam. “I'm out of my element you could say.”
“What? - are you comparing fighting with fornicating?”, she pressed her lips in at the chuckle bubbling up her throat. His eyes sharpened widely and then lowered as if he was shocked at her wording. For a second she wondered if this was strange for him. Many of the Companions revered each other as siblings in a blooded sense, but she was also aware of late night visits between Companions and even long requited love. The thick stone walls didn't block out all the sounds...that was for certain.
“I haven't had enough mead for this. Women don't just appear out of the shadows and proposition me like this.”, his hand went to the back of his head; rubbing before he clamored up the stones steps beside her, grumbling lowly. Her brown eyes followed him slowly, smiling just as much as her mouth at his fumed and awkward behavior.
“I didn't say no, so come and have a drink, won't you?”, he muttered; rough and almost as impatient as when he'd been waiting for her to complete his jobs for him.
“It would be my pleasure.”, she hummed, pushing off the pillar to follow him through the heavy pine doors with a small saunter. The comforting heat of the mead hall made her fingers tingle as the cold seeped out. Farkas grumbled down the short steps beside the barrel of mead; a thing that made her grin despite herself.
With a soft sigh she settled down in a chair; right elbow on the table and body turned to the still shimmering-with-sweat-Nord with his back to her. He made to cough, almost weakly before bringing her a hefty dose of mead and a even larger pitch for himself. My, he must have either been uncomfortable or thirsty after what she'd seen in the yard.
As he sat down, turning the chair into somethingsmall and comical, she let her eyes run up the bulging cords of muscles in his arms. He never truly looked clean, but something about the oiled skin and soot smeared under his eyes was as attractive as the sheer size of him. His hair looked dirty and heavy with sweat, but the smell coming off him made her warmer than the blazing fire did.
There was something to be said about these warriors of Skyrim that made her parched and desperate.
Warm Like Mead 4/?
Date: 2011-11-16 01:20 am (UTC)Yes, that was also nice on the eyes.
“Not often enough apparently. I'm not the one that's good with words – that's Vilkas' skill – and women like words.” He muttered before downing some more warming mead like it would solve his every concern.
She scoffed and turned to the fire, drinking down her modest flagon with a pleasant sigh. There was no lie that the Companions had some of the sweetest mead she'd ever tasted, and it came with a nice smack as well. She grinned and turned her gaze to a staring Farkas – his eyes were taking her in and she relished his attention with a small shift of her waist.
As an elf she may have been less full than a Nord woman, but the heavy look in Farkas' eyes said he didn't seem to be comparing much in that meaning.
“Not all women rely on sweet words – in fact some of us prefer an actionable man over the strategist.”
He grunted and drank more, “I have strategy.”
“Do you?”, she questioned, leaning forth as he stared down at her hunched position. Perhaps – what with the way his eyes roamed occasionally when she made a point of showing how smaller she was than him – he'd be the one above her this morn...but that was well right with her if the promise for more was there after wards.
There was a few minutes of comfortable silence – at least on her part – as she studied the differences in him. She'd killed enough and spoken enough with men like him that it was almost strange that she hadn't found the time to take one in like this. Surly though, Farkas was better than most to stare at all day.
“You look like you want me to take you right here.”, he said darkly. That wolfish voice did things to her she'd lie about if asked. There had been one or two times she'd dreamed of him taking her with the feral gleam of Hircine's blessing in his eyes. The perverse thought of them fornicating as beasts made her belly heat up like the coals of a hearth.
“No one is awake at this time. Would it be so wrong of me to fantasize about such a thing?”
“I'm sure one or two of our shield-siblings would find it animistic.”, those bright eyes watched her from the black pits of his brow as he shove the chair out, standing tall over her still leant, sitting form. “Course...”, he continued in that gravely voice, only growing deeper as a large paw-like hand grasped the back of her chair, “...I can name a few others that would be just as proud.”
“I can as well...”, she drummed slowly; rolling her eyes up to his towering form as his musky smell surrounded her like a mist. The fire in her belly burned brighter as the scent urged her need for the hunt closer to the surface. She tamed most of it, but the thickening of her teeth in her mouth made her grin as the change tried to present itself as sweeter than it really was.
Farkas' look grew intense, and she saw his eyes grow dark and the rims brighten as his sight started to cloud with the beast. She arched back, drawing him closer.
When she could feel the scruff of his jaw along her own she sought out the buckles to his studded tasset with one hand – the other brushing against the leather covered bulge to finger the laces holding them tight. Her attentions got a heavy hand slapping on the table beside her; knocking over a half flagon of mead with a clatter as if he may have lost his balance.
Warm Like Mead 5/?
Date: 2011-11-16 03:16 am (UTC)His hips bent back and with a thud his tasset fell to the floor between them and after that it was as simple as anything else to un-knot the ties to his leathers.
“You are committed to this I take it.”, she spoke lowly along into his pitch hair – a hand fell to her shoulder blades and an exhale of hot humid breath fell down her neck, she figured that was a yes when her bare hands grasped his hot length when the leathers finally gave way. He growled inhumanly and she stuck her tongue out to lick up the dried sweat on his prickly cheek.
Always more than she appeared she shoved his hips back with brute strength normally ignored by the rest of these races.
“Relax Farkas.”, she hushed when he stiffened as she pressed him back against the table, falling down to her knees in front of him, “Enjoy the pleasures of a Valenwood female...”
“I should have known you were a trickster elf before anything else...” Farkas ground out heated; half bothered and half primal as she opened her dark eyes up at him, smiling small before tracing her tongue along the underside of his length. Nord men - especially Farkas had there own gifts, and she only moaned at the salty taste on her tongue as she swallowed as much of his length as she could manage.
She hadn't wanted to offer this sort of sexual favor since traveling to the peaks of Skyrim all those years ago, but the way Farkas grunted and snorted like a strangled beast above her as she sucked and stroked softly was enough of an encouragement. She briefly wondered if any Nords'woman had done this to him. As far as she could recall it wasn't common practice in this region, but...well, that only made her more pleasantly bothered.
Thick fingers curled around the back of her neck, rubbing a thumb behind her ear and urging her down deeper. She relented and tongued the flesh; humming as the thicker head bumped the back of her throat.
“By the Breath...”, he cursed in turn with a buck of his hips, drawing her lips to his base as he growled. She groaned and pulled back, leaving his wet flesh to the warm but cooler air as she gasped in a breath. This sort of thing was much more difficult with a Nord, even as much as she'd feared, but a few steady breaths and stroked of her hands gave her time before he inched his tip between her lips again. She swallowed the chuckle at his eagerness as she took in his hardness once more.
Through his stiff, throbbing flesh she could feel his body humming with the blood of the beast. She'd yet to bed anyone since her own blessing, and that was in part, the allure of this. She would please a beast and feel her own inner wolf relish in the pleasure when her time came.
With a quick swipe of her tongue and a few steady sucks she pulled back and gulped down a breath; kissing the underside of his girth and licking between pecks. She could see up the chest plates to his half closed eyes – the fire burning behind the dark coal lids. Oh, yes, she smirked and gave another lick, he seemed to enjoy that.
The hunt was possibly easier than she'd thought, but not any less enjoyable by the way his hand ran through her hair like she was his most prized hound. That large hand of his cupped the back of her head and brought her up easily – he didn't yank her up like she'd dumbly assumed someone of his size would. He was strong and perhaps a bit of an oaf, but there was nothing inherently unkind about him, if anything she realized how gentle he could be as he swiped plates, cutlery, and flagons off the table with an arm before pressing her back on the warm wood.