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Twin Dragonborn

[(Anonymous)]

They both get carted along for the dragonborn ride, and go kill dragons together. I want to know about their lives,their journey to defeating Alduin as a team. I ask that they be identical twins as it seems more likely that identical twins would share the dragonborn powers and fate than fraternal twins would, Op prefers bretons,redguard or imperial. Perfectly fine Utterly thrilled with just an adventure of the two of them and their lives. But if it also includes their love lives that'd be fanastic but I'll leave that up too the anon.

If Anon wants to include love lives, Op has a fondness for: Farkas, Vilkas, Brynjolf, Cynric, Marcurio and Argis. Het or slash is fine, squicks: non-con,bathroom stuff,and no incest/twincest or whatever its called. Literally any other kink you want to throw in is fine.

Re: Twin Dragonborn

[(Anonymous)]

This anon has an unhealthy obsession with FF12, and can totally see twins Basch and Noah fighting dragons and generally kicking ass in Skyrim. (Not to derail the prompt or anything, I just love those guys.)

I guess my point is: Seconded!!

DB/LI - Agent of Mara

[(Anonymous)]

Basically I loved the idea of hooking people up in the quest The Book of Love.
So my idea is that the DB loved the idea as well and joins the Temple as an Agent of Mara whose job is to travel around and help couples with whatever problem they're having.

The DB's LI is having trouble telling the DB how they feel and so they pray to Mara for help, only to have Mara send the DB.

Cue LI trying to get the DB to go away and the DB being utterly blind at the affection and refusing to leave until Mara's word has been spread.

First time requesting so apologies if it's awkward....

Re: DB/LI - Agent of Mara

[(Anonymous)]

Aww, this is so cute. I like this prompt!

Game of Thrones/Skyrim crossover

[(Anonymous)]

It'd be super cool if somehow, Daenarys and her followers stumbled into Skyrim and she met the Dragonborn. They go on adventures and stuff and play with Daenarys' dragons and kick ass in general. Romance/smut is fine so long as you use the adult Daenarys from the tv show. I have no preference for the Dragonborn's gender, but I'd like a nord. Also, if you choose to do smut, please no bestiality or bathroom stuff. Thanks.

Re: Game of Thrones/Skyrim crossover

[(Anonymous)]

adsfaj; this sounds like a really fun prompt!

F!OrsimerDB/Vilkas

[(Anonymous)]

So I'm playing as a F!Orsimer who's all set to tie the knot with Vilkas and I was somewhat dismayed to find that apparently I am the only one. There's a distinct lack of appreciation for orcs (especially lady orcs) both here and general. I'd love to see a fill for a F!Orsimer and (judging by his tag count) the most eligible bachelor in Skyrim. Lots of potential for drama here, werewolves, prejudice, conflict exploding into fiery passion, true love, miracles...you get the idea. I'm not too fussed about how it happens, but for the love of the Nine, can we get some orc love?

*Porn preferred, but not required, squick includes non-con, dub-con, and scat.

Re: F!OrsimerDB/Vilkas

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded; Orc ladies are hot.

F!DB/Civil War Winners

[(Anonymous)]

After the civil war is won, the DB is all too happy to help the men celebrate...she gets passed around the soldiers and loves it. After all, there's nothing quite like being the centre of a gangbang to celebrate a victory, is there? ;)

Don't mind either Imperial or Stormcloaks but preferably human or elf DB!

All the internets to anyone who fills this!

Re: F!DB/Civil War Winners

[(Anonymous)]

Challenge accepted. Are you opposed to femslash? I thought I'd do the stormcloaks and add a little lady!orgy in there.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, so cute and sweet. Thank you!

Misfire!Fill Cute and Sweet

[(Anonymous)]

The victim lies dead. Another soul sent to Sithis.

The Listener was about to leave the now eerily quiet house, when she spotted a blood-covered Sweetroll sitting on the table next to the body. With a smirk, she picked it up and handed it over to Cicero as thanks for his help with this job.

Cicero squealed in joy, "Oh my god, so cute and sweet. Thank you, my Listener!"

Oh, yes, thought the Listener. She always knew how to please her jester.

Quick question

[(Anonymous)]

I've been playing with an idea kinda similar to this, except that it is the main character's best friend who is taken away to Skyrim, where he/she gets into some trouble. Someone knows about Earth and they send the Dark Brotherhood after the main character to get at her friend. Chaos ensues.

Hope that made sense. Does that sound like something you'd like?

Re: Quick question

[(Anonymous)]

Ack, disregard that, it's supposed to be a reply to something and got entered in the wrong place. sorry everyone >.

Civil War Loser/Civil War Winners

[(Anonymous)]

Either a Stormcloak or an Imperial is captured post-war by the other side. They are then used as a sex toy. This can be taken as extreme as you want, just so long as there's no death or permanent mutilation. Eventually, the captured party breaks down and enjoys the rough fuckings.

(I kinda like the idea of a captured Ralof or Hadvar. I also like the idea of fem dom.)

Re: Civil War Loser/Civil War Winners

[(Anonymous)]

Think I'm going to start working on this today.

Dovahclaus

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, Dovahclaus. Do with it what you will. I just think the word needs to exist in the world of nirn.

DOV AH CLAUS 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

Summary: Dyce discovers a new word.

It was unbelievably cold. Dyce struggled grimly on through the snow, his fur cap pulled down firmly over his ears. The Greybeards hadn’t lied; there was a word wall up here, he could see it, piled high with snow. He’d never been so far north. He swung his pick again into the frozen ground, pulling himself a bit higher.

To his surprise, there seemed to be no dragon guarding the wall. It was strange, but he wasn’t about to complain. He trudged up the last few feet and paused to catch his breath. Right. Here we go.

He stepped forward and his eyes watered as he read the word off the weathered stone, and it imprinted itself on his soul. He thought about it for a while, but he couldn’t work out what it did. Probably no harm in giving it a try; there wasn’t anyone around to be accidently hurt by it.

DOV AH CLAUS

Suddenly, he wasn’t cold anymore, and his pack was incredibly heavy. He struggled to pull it off, feeling it bulge at the seams. What the hell? He didn’t even care that his leather gloves had turned red. He managed to get his pack open and was hit in the face with a great scroll of paper, that spewed out and unrolled across the snow. When it finally stopped unrolling, Dyce picked it up and stared at it.

It was a list of names.

“Fuck.” Somehow, Dyce sensed that he’d begun a quest. There was only one thing to do, sit down with his journal and work out what was required of him.

At least this new leather armour was quite nice; bright red with white fur trim wouldn’t exactly help him blend into the shadows, but it was incredibly warm.

Pretty sexy too. He’d have to wear it next time he visited...well, anyone. But right now he had more important things to do. He opened up a new page in his journal and doodled with a stick of charcoal.

“I need a couple of elves,” he said, although he wasn’t sure why.

~~~
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” Erandur said, glancing nervously down the street.

“Will you shut your pious friend up?” Enthir said, his pick scraping away at the lock. “He’ll have the guard on us any minute.”

“It’s Yuletide, they’ll all be at the Inn,” Dyce said amiably. “Still, you might want to keep it down.”

Erandur eyed Dyce’s outfit dubiously, “It won’t be me getting all the attention.”

“Got it!” Enthir straightened up and opened the door. From inside came the smell of wood and glue and paint. Dyce and Erandur followed the Bosmer inside.

“Right,” Dyce said. “Erandur, we’re going to need a blessing of strength. I want everything that’s not nailed down.”

“These things aren’t worth shit,” Enthir said. “A couple of septims each at most.”

Dyce tugged one of the Bosmer's ears irritably, “Tonight, they are priceless. Try and separate them into different bags. Games in one, wooden weapons in another and so forth. I’ll be back soon.”

“Where are you going?” Erandur whispered.

Dyce grinned. “Bakery.”

~~~

Whump! Enthir fell flat on his face.

“I think your blessing wore off,” Dyce said. He released his burdens before the same thing happened to him while Enthir dug himself out from under several sacks of toys.

“Mmm.” Erandur looked out over harbour. “So what now? You can’t possibly expect to give all these out before dawn, even with the fastest horses in Skyrim.”

“Who said anything about horses?” Dyce asked.

“Why have you been dragging those sodding harnesses then?” Enthir asked. “Those bells are starting to get on my nerves.”

“I think you’d better learn to like the bells.” Dyce took a deep breath, “Odahviing!”

tiny!guy/Farkas

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to see a little Breton or Wood Elf guy top Farkas. Because that's my kind of size kink, a tiny guy topping a big guy.

Squicks: non-con and bathroom stuff.

Re: tiny!guy/Farkas

[(Anonymous)]

My little Bosmer Nibenor would be happy to do this, if it pleases you :)

Skjor/Farkas/Aela, not a happy request

[(Anonymous)]

Teasing Farkas isn't the only thing Skjor and Aela do to him. The two of them take him to bed on a regular basis and dominate him together. Farkas suspects that they're using him, but they're good people and he loves them, and it's not their fault that their beast blood takes over sometimes, right? So he lets them do what they want.

Make it simple porn or something more complicated (maybe with Vilkas undestanding what's going on and being worried/angry?). It's your choice.

Wants: Skjor taking Farkas roughly. One or both of them biting the back of Farkas' neck.

Do not wants: things that belong in the bathroom.

Re: Skjor/Farkas/Aela, not a happy request

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded. I'd do it myself but I have two other fills on atm. But...if this isn't filled when I'm done with them, then I'll def fill this :)

Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Spoilers: Dark Brotherhood

Summary: Riva picks up the pieces when the Sanctuary is betrayed, slowly building the Dark Brotherhood up toward renewed greatness... but it's difficult to heal when you're the one who has to hold everything together. Lucien understands this better than most, and is in a somewhat unique position to help.

Series: The Little Death ( http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/1639.html?thread=107111#t107111 )
(Takes place well after The Longest Night - http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3288.html?thread=1339608#t1339608 )

Tags: (I'll probably have to update these tags at the end, but here's the ones I know it's going to need...) prompt:filled, es_skyrim, series:the_little_death, char:F!PC, char:spectral_assassin, char:lucien_lachance, race:Dunmer, relationship:het, kink:dom, kink:pain, kink:s&m, kink:hurt/comfort, kink:bondage, kink:knife_play, kink:angst

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Then the mountain rose before me,
By the deep well of desire,
From the fountain of forgiveness,
Beyond the ice and the fire...

(From "Dante's Prayer," by Loreena McKennitt)

......

Had he still possessed such a crude thing as blood, it would have frozen in his veins when the legionnaire dog confronted his Listener.

Betrayal!

Would have frozen, then boiled.

Dark elves – particularly those trained as assassins – did not often show great emotion, and less often still within sight of their enemies. Yet he knew that cast of the eyes, that set of the jaw as it clenched to hold back an outcry… he knew, because he had seen nearly the same expression on another dunmer’s face, so long ago, when he had ordered her to Purify her brethren…

… and again, a thousand times more strongly, from his Dread Father’s side as she reached Applewatch and found his mangled corpse and a weak, self-satisfied Black Hand with rot still eating away at its core. (He had known, then, that his Silencer had loved him, though it would be many years in the peace of the Void before he would be able to truly understand such a mortal sort of emotion once more.)

Now, to see Riva as she faced down her own encounter with treachery made him near-incandescent with rage.

They will not have you, my Listener.

She was already moving, an arrow knocked to the beautiful bow that had been Gabriella’s gift, and he gutted one of the assailants with his spectral blade even as her arrow sprouted from the eye socket of another. Three Oculatus agents against the best of the Dark Brotherhood was so ludicrous as to be insulting to her strength, but he could only be grateful that they had no hope of actually killing her, as someone had intended.

Who had it been? Festus? Not Gabriella, surely; her heart was as black as obsidian and pure as the Void. Astrid? Arnbjorn?

The traitor, whoever it was, would pay, in more ways than he or she could possibly have imagined.

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A/N: This fic's been planned for months and months, but it took replaying the Dark Brotherhood quests to get back in the headspace for it. When I'd done that, writing was pretty much inevitable.

Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

She smelled the fire before she saw it. Shadowmere clearly did as well; she tossed her head and screeched with a fury no true horse had ever mustered, somehow galloping even faster toward their beleaguered home.

There were legionnaires even outside the Black Door, and Lucien was upon them almost faster than she could begin shooting.

“Invading filth!” he snarled as the last one died. His anger gave voice to her own, which had ever been wed to silence.

Sithis, let us not be too late, she prayed, instead. Surely I was chosen to lead, and not merely to sing the Brotherhood’s eulogy, surely there is a way…

Inside was flame and chaos.

She, who carried fires of Morrowind in her soul, moved through them without heed, in those moments an avatar of death itself. Her arrows flew with scarcely a thought, straight and true despite the choking red haze that permeated the defiled Sanctuary, and the invaders fell like wheat before the scythe.

Arnbjorn lay dead in his wolf’s skin atop a half-shredded Imperial corpse, and Veezara sprawled lifelessly nearby. Though her eyes stung with more than smoke, she climbed the stone stairs out of the main cavern, casting about for more soldiers to kill and taking fierce satisfaction from the number of legionnaire bodies her brothers and sisters had already left in her path.

By the time she found Nazir, her battle-calm was fraying, as she had found Festus dead, but none of the others… not Babette, nor Gabriella, dear Gabriella… But here was one person she could save. When his assailants were dead, he clasped her arm with a slightly shaky hand, his warm brown skin darkened almost to her own shade of charcoal by the soot that coated it.

“By Sithis, you’re alive!” he gasped, hoarse from the smoke, but she didn’t feel it, oh no – her heart was as cold as Babette’s ancient one, even as it continued to beat within her chest.

And then they were running, cutting down more soldiers as they went, clawing their way to freedom with Lucien a pale glow at their side… until a half-dead officer lurched from a corner to rip into the spectre’s transparent form with his ugly Legion blade. As Lucien dissolved into a shimmering cloud of ethereum and was swiftly swallowed by the leaping flames, at last, Riva found her voice to scream. This legionnaire did not receive the relative mercy of her bow; instead she drew her dagger and hacked at his face, his wrists, his gut until she was as bathed in blood as he.

Some far-distant part of her recalled that Lucien could not truly die a second time, but that knowledge was a mere whisper of frost against the inferno, fading beside the image of everything she cared for burning and disintegrating around her. She had lost track of Nazir, and she didn’t care anymore – she had been too late to prevent this, too late to save the last shreds of the Brotherhood. While the fires might take her reluctantly, they would accept her in time. Let her die causing the Legion pain…

Listener!

The voice could have just as easily been the hissing of the fire.

Listener! Come to me, for I am your only hope of salvation!

“Mother…” This time, Riva felt her lips form the word without sound. She had already ceded her hope; nonetheless, the Night Mother’s voice was not one to be denied. If the Listener died, she would do so being worthy of her title, not spurning the voice that had granted it.

Merry Christmas, o Kink Meme!

[(Anonymous)]

One Night in Oblivion

Dedicated to everyone on the Skyrim Kink Meme who won't be having a great Christmas. Have some porn to cheer you up.
Lots of love, Martin!anon & Dyce!anon.

Probably 11 parts, unless livejournal decides to be extra-picky about comment lengths.

Summary: “Of all the people to be sent to Oblivion with, aren't you lucky you got someone like me?”

Two legendary heroes, one legendary Emperor, definitely no Daedric Princes – and a couple of hours to kill.

Tags:
kink:anal, kink:erogenous_zone, kink:fingering, kink:frottage, kink:oral, kink:outdoor_sex, kink:spanking, kink:threesome, kink:voyeurism
char:martin, char:M!PC (x2)
race:Breton, race:Imperial
relationship:slash
es:oblivion, es:skyrim
series:dyce

Notes:
Thanks to Dyce for the idea, naughty Breton that he is!

Thanks to Dyce!anon for editing, fixing dialogue and characterisation, and reining in Martin!anon's overenthusiasm. (Seriously - HOW MANY pages?)

Thanks to luminare_ardua for beta-reading and helpful comments, without which this story would have had much less passion.

One Night in Oblivion - 1/11

[(Anonymous)]

Ever since his night with Sanguine, Dyce had managed to cut down on his drinking. A bit. It was just too unexpectedly expensive to drink to that level of excess, and so it was much rarer than he woke up in strange places – with strange people, yes, but that was different.

He was outdoors definitely, but he wasn’t cold, which was deeply, deeply strange. The last place he remembered being was in Solitude. The Bards, for all their other faults, threw great parties. Not so great as to have one wake up near the Riften hot springs, which was where Dyce assumed he was. What exactly had happened? He didn't seem to have been sick, and he didn't smell disgusting, so he couldn't think of any reason why Viarmo might have thrown him out.

His head hurt, however. His first thought was that he’d been robbed, although Dyce tended not to enquire too closely. If you woke up with a sore head and no cash, it was just more pleasant to assume you’d had a great time, as opposed to being rolled. It didn’t matter; Dyce was incapable of holding onto his money under any circumstances. Easy come, easy go.

Dyce sat up, and looked about, and felt the strangest sensation of vertigo, quite distinct from the ache in his head. It was so flat here. No mountains. He’d never imagine he’d miss them, but he felt oddly insecure without a horizon ringed by their grave, snow-capped presence. This wasn’t Skyrim. This didn’t look like anywhere. Dyce looked for the moons, and was deeply unhappy when he couldn’t locate them. This might not even be Tamriel. At least he still had his weapons.

And at least he was not alone.

There was another Breton sitting nearby watching him. He was young, dressed in leather armour, and rather pretty. His long red hair was loose around his shoulders, except for a narrow plait on each side to keep it out of his brown eyes. He looked pensive as he sat on the rock, hugging his legs, and very pale in the moonlight. Shorter even than Dyce, skinny, almost girlish – yet there was some aura of power around him, something that suggested that dismissing him because of his size would be a mistake. Was he a mage? Dyce was fairly sure he'd never seen him before, since he'd definitely remember a man who was quite that attractive.

The stranger looked concerned as he watched Dyce clutching his head, and reached out to touch him lightly on the shoulder. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I think so. Where the fuck are we?”

“I'm not really sure. My lover's gone to try to find out. He should be around here somewhere.” The other redhead looked around anxiously, though no other humans were in sight. No other living beings of any species, in fact. Just rocks.

“Gone to find out? Find out how?” There didn’t seem to be any logical direction to go and look for answers. “You’re not a friend of Sam’s are you?” Dyce asked suspiciously. “Sam Guevenne? No? Well, never mind.” Dyce decided not to share the entity’s real name. But this would be his style.

Dyce contemplated the facts. They were in the middle of nowhere, and he had no idea where they were. This was some sort of magic shit obviously, since not only did he have no memory, the only other person there didn't seem to know what was going on either. He considered trying to call on Odahviing, but the dragon was just as likely to laugh at them as to actually help, assuming they even were somewhere accessible by dragonflight.

“Well, even if your friend didn’t find answers, I hope he found something to drink.” They weren’t going to last long here otherwise.

There was nothing to do but wait and see, and nothing much to look at but the young man in front of him. He'd described his lover as “he”, which implied that he Liked Men. That was a good start. He also seemed slightly uncomfortable whenever he looked at Dyce, eyes darting across nervously, then away again. Dyce thought it was kind of cute. Relax, loverboy, he thought, I’m not going to make a move on someone clearly taken. Not without permission anyway; Dyce liked to avoid drama.

Dyce held out his hand to the stranger. “The name's Dyce.”

The other Breton looked surprised for a moment, before shaking his hand. “I'm Alix. Alix de Feu.”

The name didn’t ring any bells.

Genderswapped Farkas

[(Anonymous)]

Magic (or Wabbajack or something) happens and Farkas is turned into a woman. After an initial freak out, Farkas decides that he's okay with it and continues to be Farkas. And Farkas gets a boyfriend, gets laid, needs to defend his new boyfriend from a furious Vilkas for daring to defile his brothersister, and punches someone in the face.

The boyfriend can be anyone, but it would be fun if it was someone unexpected, or someone who would actually need to be protected from a furious Vilkas. Like Sigurd or Anoriath maybe?

If there's sex, I'd like it to be fairly vanilla and awkward and sweet.

Would someone like to make OP's day?

F!Farkas "Lady" part 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

    Farkas stirred in his bed, hand resting on a breast. Did he finally bed Aela? He squeezed the breast, and a shot of pleasure burst through him. Instead of that familiar stiffening he felt between his legs grow damp. "Pre-come already? Am I getting impotent so soon?". He sat up, head groggy. He felt something shift under his shirt. Dazed, he lifted the hem and looked down. Breasts. Breasts? How? The one he squeezed-? "Ysmir's beard" he muttered, his voice high and delicate. He panicked, sticking a hand down his smalls and felt slick folds, very much different than his "little Farkas".  Farkas stood up and pulled out a mirror. The reflection looking back had creamy skin, brown hair that was long and soft, full pink lips and round, sparkling eyes. He... No, she, was a woman. 

   "VILKAAAAAAS!" reverberated throughout Jorrvaskr. Aela laughed. "Vilkas, did you bring a maiden home?" she teased, grinning at the warrior. "I didn't, but... Oh, gods!". The chair he sat in clanked to the floor as he sprinted to the barracks, and he turned the corner to Farkas' room. He nearly kicked the door down, and behind indeed was a maiden, fair skinned and curvy in a white robe. "I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T FEEL GOOD AFTER THAT MAD MAN HIT ME WITH HIS WEIRD STAFF!" his now-sister shrieked. Tears welled in her eyes, and she wiped them away. "What now, brother?" she sniffed, wiping her cheeks on the back of her wrist. "What now?" Vilkas repeated, grabbing his sister by her slim shoulders, "We make you the best damned warrior woman in all of skyrim!". 

F!DB/Ghorbash

[(Anonymous)]

Hello one and all!
I come to you as both OP and A!A...

I've started writing (I'm about two thirds of the way through) a new Endra/Ghorbash story and just wondered if anyone was interested in a bit more Orc/Nord loving!

There's plenty of grumpy Ghorbash and a whole dose of fluffy smut!

Anyone interested in reading?

(Also, should I make a tag for the series?)

Re: F!DB/Ghorbash

[(Anonymous)]

As the A!A for a Borgakh fill, I'd have to say I'm not averse to some Orsimer smut/fluff. :)

As someone who doesn't search by tags, but reads anything that drops into my in-box, I can't advise on series tags...sorry.

F!DB/Vilkas + Farkas

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, this is my first request, but it's kinda a big one. Am I the only person who has a hard time deciding between Farkas and Vilkas? I mean, they're both just so...awesome!

So here's what I'd like, if all you wonderful authors would help me with it. I'd like to see the Dragonborn falling for both of the brothers and not being sure what to do about it. She likes both of them for their own reasons (Farkas being so sweet and strong, Vilkas for being so loyal and smart, ect.). She feels guilty for not being able to pick. Maybe she tells one of them, or maybe they just figure it out themselves. And then you can have fun deciding how that goes.

Bonus if there's some nice time with each guy solo and them both.

I'd like to see a female dragonborn, and I'd prefer her to be human, but elves are great too. Smut is appreciated, but fluff is nice too. Oral and DP are okay.

Squicks: no toilet stuff, please.

And have fun. :)

Thanks!

Re: F!DB/Vilkas + Farkas

[(Anonymous)]

Think I'll work on this tomorrow.

F!Dragonborn/Farengar, F!Dragonborn/Sheogorath, and Anyone/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

Whelp, looks like Sheogorath is up to his old shenanigans again. After (somehow) managing to get his hands on a set of arrows soaked in a love potion, he decides to test them by randomly matching people up, regardless of sex, species, or marital status. One pair ends up being the snarky, grumpy court mage with the exuberant and bubbly Dragonborn. They know something is up, but they're too busy trying to keep their hands off each other to actually fix things.

Meanwhile, Sheogorath is watching and laughing so hard it actually hurts. He decides to give the Dragonborn another dose to make things more interesting, but as he sits down to fully enjoy the carnage, he ends up getting an arrow right in the arse. Hilarity ensues, with sexy results.

All I ask is that the DB is of a non-beast race, that anything sexual is as consensual as it can get under the influence of a love potion, and nothing bathroom-related.

Go go gadget Anons!

Re: F!Dragonborn/Farengar, F!Dragonborn/Sheogorath, and Anyone/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

Did you mention CHEESE??!! ...I mean Sheogorath... ...seconded.

Looking for Kink

[(Anonymous)]

I'm looking for any really smutty Forsworn fics (preferably Het or FemSlash) but there doesn't seem to be much on here.

I'd write some myself but I'm in need of some inspiration.

"Reachwomen"

[(Anonymous)]

(There's only three named forsworn women. I used two of them: Kaie and Ualie. I thought it would be fun to write about them. Relationship is femslash.)


  Kaie approached Ualie from behind as the woman undressed. She wore the clothing of a servant, likely a mead hall wench. She served in Nepos' home as a maid, and Kaie found the clothing unsightly compared to the Forsworn armor she had seen Ualie in the day before. Not many women were in the Forsworn, and among the few who were, Ualie was the prettiest. Kaie crept up to her as she removed the blouse beneath the corset of her dress, and swiftly reached forward, cupping the maid's breasts in her palms, pads of her thumbs gingerly rubbing her nipples into stiff little peaks. Ualie jumped, and was about to reach for her dagger as Kaie leaned lips against the tender skin of her ear and whispered "guess who". Ualie smiled, and greeted the warrior with a soft "hello", before turning her neck and planting a kiss upon the other woman's lips. 

    They lingered like this for a bit, Kaie breaking it off to stroke Ualie's hair. "How was the old man today?", she inquired. Ualie groaned. "Terrible. He sent me out shopping and miners cat-called me on my way back. I doubt any of those nord brutes could treat me the way I like". Kaie smiled, slipping a hand into ualie's smalls. "I doubt any of those nord brutes could treat you like I do", she purred, leaning down, kissing and nipping at Ualie's collar bone. Deft fingers, thin and well suited for pick pocketing, caressed Ualie, gently rubbing her clit. Seconds was all it took and she was soaked. Kaie undid the ties on her undergarments, effectively stripping her, before leaning her on the bed. 

   Ualie grew impatient as Kaie took the time to remove the headdress and furs she normally wore. But it was worth it. Her exposed body showed numerous battle scars, and was shapely and toned. Kaie kneeled over Ualie on the bed, trailing kisses down to her breasts, suckling her as her fingers went to work. Kaie's index finger slipped through slick folds and worked its way in and out as she leaned up and kissed Ualie, arms wrapped around her neck and tongues fighting for dominance. He finger withdrew, and she kissed her way down Ualie's stomach, resting her head between her thighs. Her tongue reached out, and she could faintly hear Ualie giggle in anticipation. Broad strokes to her clitoris turned the giggle to an audible moan. Fingers slipped in while her tongue was busy, pumping in and out in unison to her tongue. Ualie inhaled, ready to make her release a loud one, and Kaie stopped. Ualie could have punched her before she realized what she was doing. 

   Kaie sat, legs spread, in front of Ualie. She grasped Ualie's wrists and pulled her up, smirking as she pressed their sexes together. Her face went to the crook of Ualie's neck as she moved her hips in rhythm, desperation in the way she did it. Ualie's arms grasped at her back, fingernails sinking into tanned skin as she went faster. She cried out Kaie's name as she came, and within moments Kaie did the same. Both women fell back onto the fur-trimmed bed, panting. Pleased with themselves. Kaie held Ualie to her chest. "No", she sighed, kissing Ualie's head, "I don't think any man can treat you like I can". 

F!DB/Stormcloaks

[(Anonymous)]

I have a thing for slutty female dragonborns. I want this one to join the Stormcloaks and sleep around with every man she can. Literally sleeping her way up the ranks and love every minute of it.
I would like her to be Breton (but a Nord girl is fine) because I have a size kink. (Big Nords with a tiny woman. Nummy!)

Men I want her to sleep with:
Ralof
Ysgarald Thrice-Pierced
Galmar Stone-Fist
Ulfric Stormcloak
As well as a bunch of random Stormcloak men.

Bonus:
Gang Bang
Public sex
Double Penetration

Squicks:
Non Con
Dub Con
Scat
Water Sports

Re: F!DB/Stormcloaks

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded so hard!

F!DB/Farkas - Arachnophobia

[(Anonymous)]

Recently played through Ysgramor's tomb and it gave me this idea.

F!DB and her husband are getting pretty hot and heavy in the bedroom when suddenly Farkas sees a spider crawling up the wall and freaks out! Despite F!DB's sexually frustrated assurances that it's harmless, Farkas simply can not operate under such conditions and F!DB has to remove and/or kill the spider before they can get back to what they were doing. Farkas expresses his gratitude through some well-deserved oral. She is, after all, his hero. Bonus points if she returns the favor.

Nord DB would be preferred for this, although I'm fine with any of the human or mer races. Squicks are anything excrement related, non-con, dub-con, and bestiality.

Re: F!DB/Farkas - Arachnophobia

[(Anonymous)]

I'm going to try this!

DB/Spouse insanity and angst

[(Anonymous)]

After years of being the Dragonborn - winning wars, fighting the most dangerous beasts, dealing with Daedric princes, being pushed and jostled into Oblivion and beyond - poor DB is now mentally ill. S/he forgets people, goes into crazy fits, violently assaults random people, and more. But the worst part about it is that s/he sometimes regains his/her mind and s/he KNOWS s/he's insane and is devastated.
And the DB's spouse is still dedicated to him/her. They're willing to stay by his/her side until the day the DB finally gives in.

Bonus points for a slash pairing of elf/nord, with nord dragonborn and Altmer spouse.
Can be original characters if the writer wishes :)

Re: DB/Spouse insanity and angst

[(Anonymous)]

I would love to fill this if OP doesn't mind a little F!NordDB/Vilkas? I've already got a different fic going with them anyway and it just seemed to fit...

f!DB/Cicero - Period Sex

[(Anonymous)]

Normally this is not the type of kink that I'd enjoy at all until I realized that Cicero would likely find it incredibly hot -

of course him being Cicero he'd be covered in blood all the time if he could, but he never thinks about taking that idea into the bedroom with his established sort-of relationship with the Listener since he would cut off his hand before harming her, but when he starts initiating the act while she's on her period she feels like yknow /you don't have sex while on your blood/ so she tells him only for him to go wild over it.

-bonus if the Listener is sort of soft spoken - my favorite Listener/Cicero dynamic I've read anywhere is from "On Southerly Winds" on this very kink meme so anything like that is perfect for me.

Re: f!DB/Cicero - Period Sex

[(Anonymous)]

OP again (oops)

I forgot to add that my only real turn offs are things like scat/watersports and such - but also that I'd prefer minimal 'dirty talk'? No making anyone beg for anything mostly to be honest.

F!DB/Ulfric Stormcloak

[(Anonymous)]

Not really after anything in particular.
I've read all the fanfiction ones and Really love Ulfric.

I am fond of Bretons and Woodelves though. Open to any kinks, Ulfric just needs some more love.

Bonus points for a really long fill!

Re: F!DB/Ulfric Stormcloak

[(Anonymous)]

I've been meaning to fill an Ulfric meme, but never got around to it. I think I can give it a shot, though. It won't be around for a bit, so I hope you don't mind. :c

Non-Listener (M) DB/Astrid, d/s

[(Anonymous)]

Essentially, I had an idea where Astrid, who's usually the one giving the orders, takes all of her orders from the DB in a master/slave relationship of some kind. Preferably smut, also preferably before she meets/marries Arnbjorn.

F!DB/Jealous!Ondolemar

[(Anonymous)]

After the DB did a job for him, Ondolemar found himself intrigued. But then he discovers she has a male follower and his intrigue turns to vicious jealously.

My favourite kinks:
Jealously, inter-racial (a human DB would be heaven), rough sex, Ondolemar.

No thanks:
Anything toilety, nothing too gory and not non-con in this. Dub-con is all good though ;)

Just give me more of that sexy bastard!

Re: F!DB/Jealous!Ondolemar

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my sweet Talos, I am so on this! It will have to be a few days, but expect it soon OP!