Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

[skyrimkinkmeme]

  CLOSED FOR PROMPTS,

BUT OPEN FOR FILLS

HELPFUL TIPS

>Please post your prompts with the paired characters and any notable kinks/trigger warnings in the title.
>When posting prompts, always remember to add kinks you're both looking for and wanting to avoid in a potential fill.
>When filling, please remember to add your story tags: characters, relationship types, kinks, series and universe (ie: skyrim)
>Our character limit here at LJ is 4300.
>If you have any other questions about posting, visit the HOW TO KINK MEME THREAD, under the Page Summary on your left.

Comments

DB/Onmund OR DB/Marcurio: Healing Hands as an aphrodisiac

[(Anonymous)]

Exactly what it says. Either Onmund or Marcurio find that they get really excited whenever the Dragonborn uses the Healing Hands spell on them. Smut ensues.
Pick your own gender or race for the Dragonborn, but I really want to see this used with one of those two mages.

Re: DB/Onmund OR DB/Marcurio: Healing Hands as an aphrodisiac

[(Anonymous)]

This is being worked on.

Brynjolf/Karliah/Dragonborn -- Becoming a Nightingale

[(Anonymous)]

Becoming a Nightingale involves one more task... sex.

Mercer/Karliah/Gallus works too!

Re: Brynjolf/Karliah/Dragonborn -- Becoming a Nightingale

[(Anonymous)]

OP, I'm working on a fill for this with a F!Imperial DB.

Cynric

[(Anonymous)]

He needs more love. That voice is to die for. Would prefer a female human or elf DB.

kinks: Dat Voice.

squicks: gore and anything bathroom related.

Re: Cynric

[(Anonymous)]

I second this! Cynric is just too hot to be true. Someone please write this!

Dragonborn+Windhelm nords

[(Anonymous)]

In which an Imperial aligned dragonborn tries to settle down in Windhelm after killing Ulfric only to find the nord citizens are determined to make his/her life miserable. Could range from graffiti on the house and laxatives in her food to outright assassination attempts.

Harbinger!DB/Farkas: Comfort sex

[(Anonymous)]

The Harbinger of the Companions is highly regarded through Skyrim as wise, thoughtful and skilled in whatever they choose to do. Since being named Harbinger by Kodlak, the Dragonborn's lived up to the image. On the other hand, everybody knows Farkas isn't the brainy one of the twins, so there are bits and pieces of gossip floating around Whiterun when the Dragonborn decides to marry him. Not much, mind you, but enough to make Farkas start wondering why someone like the Harbinger would pick him at all.
I want an awkward confrontation about that very wonder, the Harbinger explaining exactly what drew them to him, and some sweet, emotional, good old comfort sex. Anything else is fair game, including race and gender of the Dragonborn and who Farkas hears those lovely rumors from. Have fun!

F!DB/Hadvar/Legate Rikke threesome.

[(Anonymous)]

...Yeah, basically. Let's have a now-Legate female Dragonborn and Legate Rikke riding out their pent-up sexual tension with Hadvar. At the same time.
Bonus points: Breton DB, oral, loud sex.
Extra bonus points: Multiple orgasms from all involved.
Please don't use: Scat/urine/gore-play or non-con. I don't really want to see bondage in this one.

Re: F!DB/Hadvar/Legate Rikke threesome.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my giddy aunt...SECONDED!

DB, any follower, and... by Azura, is that the Space Core?

[(Anonymous)]

Nothing like your sexytimes being ruined by a space obsessed robot falling out of the sky, huh?

Basically, imagined the Dragonborn (any race, any gender) and a follower (any follower whatsoever) on their way to Whiterun after a long day. But maybe wanting to rest after a fight, being so horny they don't want to wait, or wanting some open space so they can scream with no consequence. But, for whatever reason, instead of heading to ol' Breezehome/Jorrvaskr/next to Amren's house traumatizing the bitch that was the reason you downloaded the Killable Children mod Braith because they aren't loud/Eorlund's back. Then, after some sex (or maybe even RIGHT when it's getting good), it happens.

"SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!"

Don't care if it's m/f, m/m, or f/f. Anything goes! Bonus points though if the Dragonborn is a Breton Spellsword that loves learning and just goes apeshit with curiosity over the Space Core even if he/she is butt naked in the cold night and the follower is a Companion. Especially if said Companion is Farkas or Aela.

Re: DB, any follower, and... by Azura, is that the Space Core?

[(Anonymous)]

This. Prompt.

Mer!DB - Long life

[(Anonymous)]

I learned recently that the Elf races live for around 1000 years at most.

So how about a fic where an elven DB (preferably female and Dunmer) and a human lover have lived their lives together but the human is dying of old age.

Maybe DB or lover goes through memories and comments on seeing the other changing (or not changing) over the years.

On this day, I go to Sovngarde 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

A/N - Why, why did I write this first thing in the morning? I'm going to be a sobby mess all day.

Summary - The Dragonborn and Vilkas have been married for many years, but the end of his life is near.

tags - char:F!PC, char:Vilkas, race:Dunmer, relationship:het

Tacina waited outside the door to the bedroom where her husband Vilkas, lay in the bed. They'd been together for many, many years, since she'd wandered into Jorrvaskr one day, and they'd lived a happy life.

Decades before when they'd first wed, she'd ended a war and slain dragons, changed the world with her influence, but all of her thoughts were directed towards the man that lay in the bed they'd shared for the happiest years of her life. He'd been abed for some time, his health slowly draining from his body, becoming increasingly frail as each day passed. A few weeks before, his twin Farkas had gone outside to practice with the sword he'd never been able to put down, and upon coming back inside, one of his sons had found his father resting in the chair, a tired, happy smile on his face, spirit departed from his body. The news robbed Vilkas of the little strength that remained in him, and Tacina knew that he would soon follow his brother.

They had many nieces and nephews, for once Farkas had settled down, he had taken to married life with a vigor that surprised both Tacina and Vilkas. On their own, they had but one daughter, who looked as Dunmer in appearance as her mother, though she was more like her father in demeanor. During the last few weeks, all of those now-grown children had been coming to the house, their spouses and children coming to see Vilkas before it was too late.

Their daughter, Sia, had returned from the Imperial City where she was visiting Tacina's parents. Tacina was hovering outside the door where father spoke to daughter, not wanting to interrupt to take Vilkas the broth that she'd prepared for him.

"I know you're out there, my love." Vilkas called out to her. Tacina smiled, and pushed the door open, coming into the room.

"Was I that obvious?"

"No, but I know you better than anyone else. I could sense you." He closed his eyes and smiled, their daughter perched on the edge of the bed.

His hair was no longer dark as it had been in the past, but silver, though he wore it in the same style. The once powerful body that had cradled and loved her, protected and fought with her had diminished in his time in bed and he looked pale and feeble against the pillows. Sia sat between them smiling at her father with sad, large eyes.

"You are as beautiful as your mother." He said, patting her hand. "Don't forget what I've told you, or that I will always love and protect you, my daughter."

F/M!Dragonborn/Cicero - Oiling & massage

[(Anonymous)]

Because I can see this happening: Cicero, oiling and massaging the Dragonborn (either male or female) with years of experience, before the situation develops into something that Sanguine would be proud of. Of course, it can be reversed, with DB oiling the Keeper instead if it suits A!A more than the other option.

Maybe it's some sort of a Dark Brotherhood ritual that supposedly connects the Listener and/or Keeper to the Night Mother, maybe it's a kinky part of their bedroom games. Or it could simply be that Cicero wants to make DB feel better after a particularly nasty contract or a dungeon crawl. Or nothing of the above, if A!A thinks something else. These are but few suggestion.

I'd like if DB is either a human or an elf. No beast races, please.
My squicks are anything that's done in a toilet, and non-con.

Re: F/M!Dragonborn/Cicero - Oiling & massage

[(Anonymous)]

I need this in my life. I offer my firstborn and all my internets to any A!A who writes this.

F!DB + dragon hatchlings

[(Anonymous)]

F!DB finds two or three dragon hatchlings, and decides that instead of killing them she will raise them to become her own personal dragon army.

It all sounds very nice, until she realizes that taking care of a group of newborn baby dragons it's not as easy as she thought it would be. She tries to seek help from the more-or-less friendly dragons she knows, but Paarthurnax is AFK and Odahviing refuses to help.

What happens after that is up to you. Does she ask her LI for help?, does she ask the Daedra for help?, does she keep bothering Odahviing until he agrees?, does she suck it up and do it on her own?

If there is a LI, it can be anyone except for Farkas, although I would really like it if it was either Ulfric (because Stormcloaks with dragons equals badass) or Cicero (because think of the shenanigans!!!). I'd also prefer they weren't a couple to begin with; I'd REALLY like them to bond over their mutual caretaking of the hatchlings.

As for the DB, I prefer tiny brunette Bretons, but anything else is fine by me too.

Bonus points if anybody calls her 'Mother of Dragons' at any point in the story.

"Something Like Parents" 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

First off, please excuse my attempted grasp on the Dragon language. I'm working entirely off of the wiki page on it. Bwah. xD
Title: Something Like Parents
Summary: When the Dragonborn stumbles upon three orphaned dragon hatchlings, her emotions get the best of her and she takes them home to Windhelm. But babies are pretty hard to control, especially when they breathe fire and can eat anything placed in front of them. Finn's going to need some help.
Tags: char: f!pc, char: ulfric_stormcloak, race: breton, race: dragon, kink: crack/humor

Finn's work had been thankfully stolen from her that day. Somebody had found the dragon before she stumbled along, it would seem, and the massive corpse was still laying sprawled across the forest floor. As soon as she took a step towards it, however, the skin began to flake and burn away, rewarding the Breton with the familiar aura of the beast's soul. Once it had faded away again, leaving Finn with a rather content feeling in her chest, she could finally hear what she had missed at first glance.

At first, she thought that some especially loud baby birds had been dropped from a tree during the battle. The pitiful squeaking was coming from somewhere behind the fallen dragon's tail, a sad enough sound to make the Dragonborn sheathe her weapon and approach it cautiously. What she found was...admittedly not too far from baby birds. If baby birds grew up to be enormous, fire-breathing bringers of terror.

“Oh, gods,” she murmured, watching as three baby dragons, each no larger than her arm, clambered over each other in a panic. She took a cautious step forward, snapping a twig under her boot, and in an instant all six eyes were focused on her.

“...Monah?”

Finn searched her brain desperately, trying to summon as much as she knew of their language. If she remembered correctly, 'monah' had been the word for...mother...

“Oh! Niid!” she retorted quickly, crouching nervously and watching the dragons swarm towards her. She felt her heart sink a little as the largest of the three clambered up onto her knee, its tail swishing excitedly. Damn it all, why did they have to be cute...the more she looked at them, the more she couldn't help but think that she couldn't leave them behind. Evidently, they were recent orphans, and if they managed to survive, some over-enthusiastic hunter would make quick work of them. She frowned now, reaching out to pat the scaly head of the nearest hatchling as it too climbed up her leg, trying for her shoulder.

You are an amazing fool, Finn, she thought helplessly, holding out her arms. “Het,” she said aloud, nodding down. The babies seemed to understand instantly, and hopped clumsily up to weigh her arms down. Groaning, she forced herself to stand, starting off back the way she came.

She knew exactly who would be able to help her. She'd just have to find the easiest way to smuggle three baby dragons into Windhelm.

M!DB/M!Follower, Hurt Comfort

[(Anonymous)]

M!DB doesn't want to drag someone they care about into their dangerous life (maybe the last follower died idk) so decides to hire someone they don't care about. The DB tries to keep his distance with a harsh demeanour and a 'if you can't keep up I'll leave you behind attitude'. Despite this they fall for the follower and tries to hide/deny it. The follower thinks the M!DB barely tolerates them and refuses to show them any weakness. They either want his respect or can't afford to be dismissed.

The follower is then badly injured and expects to either be left behind or facing with an uncaring and harsh DB.

Tell me what happens!

Prefer Human, Bosmer, Khajiit or Argonian but go with whatever floats your boat A!A.

Potential A!A here

[(Anonymous)]

Gaaaaahhhhhhh.....
I wanna fill this, but I'm already working on another fill....
If you don't mind a small wait, I can put something together for you. Do you want a short story, or a longer one?

Sub!F!DB/Dom!Mercer Frey "Nice Guys finish last"

[(Anonymous)]

The Dragonborn has been with plenty of nice guys, but the only problem is nice guys just can't seem to make her cum. He may not be exactly tall and handsome, but he is certainly dark, and no one has ever accused Mercer Frey of being too nice.

I want absolutely rough, dirty and depraved sex between a submissive &/or masochistic and completely sexually frustrated Dragonborn and a definitely not nice Mercer Frey. Loved of course are the full BDSM range, spanking, humiliation, dirty talk, hair-pulling etc. Pretty much no holds barred kinky as you like, but I'll take relatively tame as long as it has some Dom!Mercer in it. I need it like burning!

Re: Sub!F!DB/Dom!Mercer Frey "Nice Guys finish last"

[(Anonymous)]

Dear god, just reading this made all the blood go to my face
So, uh, seconded!

M!DB I'm so wasted. 5+1

[(Anonymous)]

Apparently in San Francisco in the nineties military personnel who weren't averse to a drunken hook up would use "Dude, i'm so wasted." as a code that let their gay drinking buddy know that they were up for some fun. I remember reading in an issue of attitude magazine that one clueless British author heard this and put his hot sailor drinking buddy to bed without jumping him, because he didn't know this code.

I want to see this happen to the Dragonborn, in a five and one fic, where he just keeps running into drunken manly nords who repeatedly emphasise how drunk they are, and curse when he undresses them and puts them to bed with a pitcher of water on the bedside table and a healing potion for the hangover.

Because of course our non Skyrim raised Nord/Breton/Redguard was raised somewhere like Cyrodiil or Hammerfell where they don't hide behind drunken codes and games.

I have this image in my head of a drunk Cosnach being the +1 who just straight up asks if the dragonborn wants to fuck, because he's that blunt, and almost never sober anyway, but it's up to anon.

F!NordPC/Erik

[(Anonymous)]

F!NordPC is very badly injured and just manages to escape from *insert enemy here*. She gets on her horse and manages to ride to Rorikstead where she promptly faints from blood loss or injuries etc. and falls off. Cue Erik (pre or post Slayer – doesn’t matter) being the hero and saving F!NordPC's life; something which she is very thankful for (hint hint)
Squicks: scat, watersports, dub_con and non_con

Erik/F!DB: "Many Thanks" 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Lina stumbled from the cave in a daze, clutching at a gaping wound in her abdomen and reaching for another arrow that stuck out of her shoulder. She had gone in expecting bandits, that much wasn't up for debate...but the ambush had caught her embarrassingly off-guard, as had the chief's greatsword hitting her square in the stomach.

“Damn it all...!” she hissed through gritted teeth, looking back over her shoulder as the shouts grew louder. Her father had always been firmly against the idea of fleeing, and it had rubbed off on her over the years—but the pain of staying would far outweigh the pain of running. “Jalo! Jalo!” Her horse's ears pricked up at the sound of her name, and she trotted to the Nord's side, whickering anxiously as the bandits grew near. Lina pulled herself into the saddle with blood-stained hands, groaning all the while, and instantly dug her heels into the steed's sides. Jalo burst into a gallop obediently, carrying her wounded master as far from the scene as her hooves could handle.

When she slowed again, Lina looked around, trying to ignore the dizziness that continued to build and blur her vision. She had seen these hills before, she knew that much...but from where?

She eased the horse forward, wincing with each movement, and looked back down at her torn armor. The bleeding was slowing down, at least, and it looked like it hadn't stained Jalo's saddle. She shifted a bit now, a pang in her shoulder reminded her of the arrow that still lay there.

“Gods damn it,” she whispered, pulling her horse to a stop. She needed to deal with that, before moving any more ripped her skin. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, she tightened her hand around the shaft, and pulled hard.

Despite her best efforts, she screamed when the arrow was freed. If there had been any question about the damage before, it was certainly gone now. Jalo's ears folded against her head at the sound, and she hurried forward in her fright, leaving Lina to collapse on her neck and hang on for her life.

As her vision finally clouded, she could still make out the tiny shapes of roofs getting closer. A town, she realized with a rush of relief. It was no small miracle.

“Jalo,” she said hoarsely, urging the mare forward once more. “There...take me there...”

“Erik,” Ennis said sharply, looking up from the fence he was repairing. “Are you almost finished with that wheat?” The younger man, who had been struggling with the last bale, looked up with a bashful smile.

“The wheat? Ah...yes, Ennis. Just...finishing up here, then I'll bring it in.” His part-time employer looked down again with a shrug.

“Good, good. I'll pay you when you're finished,” he muttered, too focused on his task to hear the rush of hooves. The redhead, however, looked up, only for his eyes to widen and his jaw to drop.

A blood-stained horse was trotting towards them, eyes white with terror and ears against the top of its head. In the saddle, an equally bloody woman lay motionless, her arms hanging limply around the horse's neck. Erik hurdled the fence in his rush to get to them, grabbing Ennis' attention as he did. The farmer looked up, his confusion instantly turning to shock as he took in the sight.

“What in Oblivion happened here?” he asked, watching Erik grab the loose reins and stroke the horse's head.

“Steady, steady,” he soothed, until the steed was quiet and still. “Ennis! There's someone on its back! She's breathing!” He took in the unconscious Nord's face, his own lined with concern, and began to lead the horse forward cautiously as Ennis dashed up.

“By the gods, she's a mess,” he sighed, staring at her. “Do you suppose your father can clean her up?”

“I'm sure someone can,” Erik replied quickly. “Let's move.”

Vilkas/Farkas; non-con, incest, knotting, angst

[(Anonymous)]

Vilkas loses control while he's a werewolf and ends up raping a not transformed Farkas. The thing about werewolves, though, is that just like wolves, they knot. Vilkas regains control of himself while he's knotted inside Farkas and is horrified by what he's doing, but he can't even pull out until the knot has gone down. Angst, angst and angst for Vilkas, made even worse by Farkas being shaken afterwards but still incredibly understanding and adoring his brother as much as ever.

OP

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, and while some injury is fine, like scratches and bites, I'd prefer if Farkas isn't terribly damaged 'down there'. Like, no major tearing. I guess that would be a squick.

Sigurd/Male

[(Anonymous)]

If everything is for sale at Belethor's then does that mean that Sigurd is for sale as well? I want to see someone (or a group) buying Sigurd's services for the night.

Bonus points if Sigurd is scared shitless of the person who bought him and double bonus points for a play on the 'too busy to talk' line.

No mutilation or extreme humiliation please.

Re: Sigurd/Male

[(Anonymous)]

I'm working on this. :D

August Fill-a-Thon has begun!

[skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com]

Welcome all you Skyrim Kink Memers to the August Fill-a-thon. As always no new prompts will be archived until August the 8th, and any prompts posted will be delete and reposted at the Mods inconvenience - so please be courteous. :D

Another reminder! Please remember to wait a month before reposting any old prompts and of course, when you do post, please remember as well that this thread and similar ones are anonymous only. Only in the sister threads (like discussion, faq, etc.) can you choose between staying anon or going de-anon.

Also, currently the meme's activity had been growing at a steady incline and we are in need of archivers. If you've thought about helping out, and still would like to, contact Skyrimkinkmeme.

Without further delay, have a great Fill-a-thon everyone! - and lets slay some smut!

[(Anonymous)]

Awww, great start. Your descriptions of the widdle dwagons are just so damn cute :-)

Misfire - Widdle Dragons

[(Anonymous)]

char:F!PC, char:Farkas, race:Nord, relationship:het, kink:fluff, kink:pregnancy

"Aww, that's a great start." Ava said to Farkas. "I love your descriptions of widdle dwagons."

A grin spread across his face, glowing from her praise. "That's all I got so far. Writing's hard. I mean, you see all these books everywhere and think it's easy and then you try and write your own..." He trailed off, thinking about how he'd labored over the words all day, getting them just right and then painstakingly started to draw a picture of a dragon. It was a friendly dragon, not at all like the ones he'd encountered in real life with Ava.

"The words will come."

"I hope so, we've only got a few months left." He said, patting her rounded belly. His wife was getting bigger by the day, and the day before, he'd felt their babe kicking for the first time.

Ava laughed. "Perhaps more than a few months. It will take a while before the baby can read."

"She'll still want to hear her papa's story." Farkas said, nuzzling her belly. "And I want to finish it."

"She?"

"I think it's a baby girl. I have a feeling." He said simply, shrugging instead of explaining.

Ava hugged him with one arm, wondering if he was right. Boy or girl, she was exhausted at the moment, though the shops had just closed and it wasn't quite dark out yet.

"Give yourself time. The words will come." Ava said sagely, closing her eyes. Farkas snuggled next to her, his mind on his next picture and the words to tell his story.

Self Fill: Dragonborn Ascendant 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

are self fills allowed during fill-a-thons? I'd assume so...

Characters: F!DB, Paarthurnaax, Odahviing, Thieves Guild, The DB Crew, The mages guild, Aela, Farkas, Vilkas, et al.
Relationships: F!DB/Odahviing, Bryn/Karliah (implied), Astrid/Arnbjorn (implied), Farkas/Aela/Vilkas (implied).
Kinks: Threesome, Het, Dragonsex, Evil!DB. AU (living DB crew).
Summary: Inspired by all the recent Dragon-like DB prompts, this takes it to its logical conclusion. What happens when a person who eats souls...absorbs a god's?
xxx

It was over. She had won. Alduin lay dissolving at her feet, his soul, (so rich, so sweet, singing to her own) entering her body. She felt the familiar rush of memories and thoughts.

Then the epiphany hit, the reality of the situation. She had killed him. Not banished, as the heroes of old had. She had killed a god.

As his thoughts intermingled with her own, Amalyn Telvanni smiled. It was not her usual smile, teasing and full of mirth. This was a smirk, a feral snarling of the lips.

xxx

"Dovahkiin Thuri! Dovahkiin Qahnaarin!"

The words, booming and solemn, emerged from Paarthurnaax's mouth. The assembled dragons roared their submission, their oaths. Odahviing approached her, and she could make out what passed for a smirk on his lips.

"So, Dovahkiin, what now? What orders does Alduin's killer have for her dov?"

"I think...I think that I shall see if I can do what Alduin could not."

The crimson dragon seemed surprised.

"You go to all that trouble, only to go ahead and continue his work?"

She laughed, a high, cruel sound.

"Niid, Odahviing. I am not so foolish as to destroy the world. No," here she raised her voice, letting it carry to the swirling dragons above, "No, I shall return the Dov to their past place, as the rulers of Keizaal. Niid, I shall go further then that! I shall give you all of Tamriel itself!"

The dragons roared their approval, and as they growled and snarled their conversation in the skies above Amalyn caught snippets of their words.

"Stronger then Alduin..."

"Ambitious, as a true Dov should be..."

"We shall be kings once more..."

The wizened form of Paarthurnaax swept down.

"Are you sure of this, Dovahkiin? You would betray your own kind, and place us as kings once more? We were -are- not kind rulers."

"Paarthurnaax, I have absorbed Alduin's soul. Even before I was not truly Joor, But now? My head could be severed from my body, and it would perhaps but slow me a few days. Alduin's soul was that of a god, not a dov. It has changed me. I can see from his point of view, and even if I did not? The people of this land have done nothing to show me that they deserve to rule themselves. The Zeymah Kein still wages, even as the world faced destruction all the Bronne cared for was their own fool war."

"Hmmph. Perhaps. You are our Thuri now Dovahkiin, and your plans are certainly ambitious enough to peak our interest. I and my faction will support you."

Odahviing swept forward, bowing his head.

"I have sworn my allegiance to you, Dovahkkin, even before your defeat of the Lein-Naak. If you would have it, I shall serve at your side again."

She smiled, truly and softly.

"I would be glad to have you, Odahviing."

She strode away from the Time-wound, scrambling up the small remaining distance, until she truly stood at the top of the world. Amalyn looked around her, down at the assembled cities of Skyrim, across the peaks where the White-Gold tower gleamed in the far-flung distance.

She took a deep breath, letting Alduin's essence flow through her, strengthening her Voice until she was sure all of Skyrim could hear it, and then she roared .

Self Fill: Dragonborn Ascendant 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

"HEAR ME, SKYRIM! I am Dovahkiin, Dragonborn! I am your savior, and now, I will become your conqueror! Too long have you squabbled amongst yourselves, bereft of true leadership! I shall deliver it to you, on wings of scales and war!"

She paused, filling her lungs once more.

"But! I speak now not only as Dragonborn! I am not a merciless Dragon, nor am I a weak mortal, but a mix of the two! I extend four invitations, as four different people! As the Listener, I say to my family this! Think of the death you shall sow at my side! As the Guildmaster, I say to my fellows this! Think of the riches you can amass as we plunder the cities of Tamriel! As the Arch-mage, I say to my students this! Think of the knowledge the dragons hold, of ancient and long lost magics! Finally, as the Harbinger, I say to my Shield-siblings this! Think of the battles that will be fought, of the glory you shall earn in the courts of the Dov! To any who I have extended an invitation to, come to High Hrothgar and speak with me."

Again she paused for breath.

"To all others! Any who ascend the mountain will be burned and eaten, as food for my children! We will deal with you and your war on our time, not yours!"

With that, she descended.

"Paarthurnaax, Odahviing. I go now to High Hrothgar, to deal with the greybeards. Out of respect for you, Paarthurnaax, I shall try not to kill them. The dov may feed as they wish, but tell them to avoid the cities. We must amass more forces before we truly embark on this path."

xxx

Over the next eight days, the various factions she had called out to arrived. No-one said much to her, since no one really needed to.

Astrid and the family had arrived first, not hours after her proclamation. Cicero had been as exuberant as ever, Babette had thought the whole thing was the most interesting thing that had happened in years, and Astrid had merely nodded to her and said,

"It is as Sithis wishes."

Next to arrive had been the Thieves Guild, lead by her fellow nightingales. Bryn had simply told her he expected a sizable cut of the loot for the guild as a whole (and for him in particular), and Karliah had requested only that the sepulcher be left alone.

Two days after them, Aela and the twins had shown up. Aela had told her the rest of the companions had declined her offer, most dispersing either to the imperials or to Ulfric.

It was only the fact that Amalyn had cured the three of their curse that brought them here, Vilkas had told her later that day. They felt a loyalty to her that transcended that of nations or factions.


Last to arrive had been the College, and as Amalyn had privately predicted, the reason for this was they had brought along what appeared tobe the entire library of the college. They had appropriated the entire east wing of the compound, while the Guild and the Family had sequestered themselves in the eastern wing. The three companions mostly slept in the main hall, which suited Amayln just fine, as she had begun to notice the cold bothered her less and less, and she found herslef curling up against Odahviing or Paarthurnaxx more and more.

Still there was no words from either Solitude or Windhelm, and so Amalyn settled down to wait. Patience, though rare, was easy for a timeless Dov after all.

Widowed!MILF!Dragonborn/Follower

[(Anonymous)]

So, life in Skyrim is mostly short according to quite a few people you marry. So I was thinking- what if the DB prior to her adventures already went through that speech?

Basically want to see a DB that already had a child (young enough he/she needs to be watched over by friends or family) with a somewhat young Dragonborn (but not too young) that's had some adventuring experience, but not really not so back into the game after being forced out of retirement that she's doing her adventure without help. And, ultimately, hooking up with that help.

Pretty open with whatever anyone wants- DB has to be female and a Nord though. As far as the other races go though, pretty good with any race except Argonians. Although if said companion was a Khajiit (especially if it's J'zargo) it'd be just great to see the kid pulling on their tail and calling them a kitty, can't say I care if it's f/m or f/f. The only ideal NPC I can think off the top of my head is Jenassa considering you can recruit her pretty early on, and I think she'd fit well for some of the following.

Kinks include rough sex -not romantic, just pure lust-, the DB muffling herself as to not disturb the kid if (s)he's sleeping in the next room, begging (it's been a while), hair pulling, or the DB even turning it around and shifting to on top, much to the follower's surprise. Although, really fluffy (especially to Jenassa's ire if it was her) is also pretty dawww. Would prefer a College Mage or a Companion if not her, but what the filler wants for anything, filler can do!

Squicks would be scat, puke, and excessive gore (a little bleeding wouldn't be too bad though), or any kind of racism even if name-calling is involved.

So, any takers c:? Sorry if this got wordy D: (Since it's August 8 figured it was safe to post this now- or are we supposed to wait until the Fil-a-thon sign is down?)

The Main Course 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

The prompt seemed somewhat vague to me, but I hope this makes the OP happy. I'm pretty glad with how it turned out. Also, Skjor is one sexy old mother fucker.


It was hard to sneak around in the dark. Especially when somebody was being very distracting, particularly in the in between the thighs region.

Hanna whimpered softly, her hips thrusting forward convulsively, as Skjor gave a particularly fierce grind of his palm against her bundle of nerves. His chest, hard and flat and oh so muscular pressed against her back, his weight forcing her to lean forward. She grabbed the ktichen table, holding herself up with her ass pressing against him, she could feel his hard shaft sliding against her though their clothes.

“I’d suggest you keep the noise down, sweetheart,” the ancient warriors said in a voice like a throat full of rocks “hate to have your kid see you like this.”

Hanna reached back and grabbed the man by his crotch, feeling the stiff meat through his cloths. She squeezed it, hard enough to just be on the edge of pleasure and discomfort. The moan it tore out of him, primal and harsh, was absolutely delicious.

He bit down on her neck, hard. It was a warning against a repeat offense. The hand slipping under the waistband of her wool trousers was a thank you for the first time.

Callused hands, skillful and efficient, scraped her skin searching out her throbbing heat. They discovered it and, with a moan from her parted lips, slid inside. Skjor flexed his knuckles, his fingers curling inside her and pushing on the walls, making her cry out softly. He slid the digit in and out of her, soft moans finally turning into a mantra of un-intelligible words. He drove her relentlessly forward, towards an orgasm.

With a cry, she came. Her juices leaked out around his finger which was buried deep inside her, they ran down the back of his palm until they stained her pants. She writhed and bucked under him, lost to the madness of pleasure.

As her orgasm ended, Skjor slid his finger out of her. She whimpered slightly at the friction, too weak to protest. He hooked his thumbs over the hem of her pants and tugged them down over the curve of her ass, which he paused to look at with his good eye. It had sagged slightly with age and childrearing, but, like wine, time had improved it. He didn’t stop to admire it for too long though and pulled her pants down to her mid thighs.

Hanna looked back, a small smirk on her face. “To eager for the bedroom, tonight?”

Skjor worked his pants down far enough to let his thick shaft pop out. It wasn’t particularly special, average length and width, but he had never had any complaints. He held it in one hand as casually as he would have a sword “If I’m gonna have the main course,” he mumbled, pressing the bulbous head against her slit “it might as well be in the kitchen.” He thrusted his hips forward, groaning as he slid into her. She wasn’t as tight as some of the women he had fucked in the past, not by a long shot. But with age came experience and her walls seemed to suck him in, almost like they were begging to be filled, something she would never do.

She moaned as he slid into her, eyes closing with pleasure. She rocked back into him slowly, the friction making both of their head spins. He started to thrust, long languid strokes at first, watching himself get swallowed by her wet lower lips only to slide slowly back out again. Soon though, the pleasure became too great and his thrusts began to pick up speed. She responded to the change of pace with noticeable pleasure, bouncing back and forth on him, her ass slapping against his hips. The house was filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the soft, high-pitched moans she rewarded every thrust with.

With a feral groan, Skjor pushed himself into her, his head pressing against her cervix, and came. He spilled gallons of seed inside her. Hanna moaned and shivered as he sprayed rope after rope of his hot, sticky semen all over womb. Her muscles squeezed and tightened on his shaft, milking every drop out of him. The white juice spilled out of her and ran down her thighs.

Dov!DB. It takes a dragonborn to kill a dragonborn.

[(Anonymous)]

So i was thinking, the Dragonborn's of the past, such as Emperor Reman, Talos and the Septim dynasty as a whole really didn't kill many dragons, sure they killed them, but the fact that Alduin called so many dragons to life means that their souls weren't devoured. Also you have to remember that Alduins first defeat wasn't at the hands of a dragonborn, but by 3 Voices using an Elder Scroll.

So, no other dragonborn in all the ages has encountered or slain so many dragons as the current dragonborn. Dozens of them have fallen to his prowess, he has mastered every shout the Greybeards know, plus Dragonrend. Yet for all his power and accomplishment he is still mortal.

At least until he dies, and then things get weird, his body flares up and transmutes into light, a la the soul absorption animations, but reconstitutes itself as a dragon. Black as night, with all his Dovahkiin powers and the new armour plating of his dragon form. Paarthurnax is now back in his original position as second most powerful Dov, whilst the Dov!DB has to decide whether his loyalty to his old race outweighs his newfound loyalty to the dov.

All of Skyrim is collectively crapping their pants because their saviour is now a dragon.

What happens next, does Dov!DB become the world eater that Alduin was meant to be, does he decide to enslave the joor, or does he do something else.

TLDR: Dragonborn dies after mainquest, only to transform into a dragon. Skyrim wets itself and hopes for another dragonborn to appear.

M!Orc/F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Male Orc and Female Dragon Born, any race except Orc! I'm looking for actual relationship development, no forced or violent etc., but maybe companion turned other, unexpected for both bc of the differences between them. Ghorbash the Iron Hand is an example and preferred.

OP

[(Anonymous)]

Any race but Khajiit or Argonian.

Ulfric/F!DB - Enjoy life with wife!

[(Anonymous)]

OKAY GUYS,

I am in much need of Ulfric-love. I just LOOOOVE this man's voice to no end.

I want you to give me something like this:

Ulfric has gone through many things in life, he's at that age where he needs to marry and have children before he gets too old to do such thing without enjoying it.

Of course, I want him to marry the Dragonborn! BUT, I would LOVE for her to be a Nord, young woman that has been a thief all her life.

He could have fallen in love with her from the fact that she's a strong Nord, both are pretty badass and deserve to be the powercouple, or because she's so beautiful and he just needs to have her next to him... all of the above~ whatever.

She's rebellious, close to no manners, and all her life has been worried about how she's going to get a plate of food day by day.

Imagine her surprise when a HIGH KING wants to marry her!

~

TL;DR

I just want, after becoming High King, Ulfric to finally be at peace, enjoy his life and have a family. So his eyes are set on certain thief, Nord DB and he wants to make her his queen. He wants them to be the powercouple! (Both being badass and all).

~

-If you want to include smut, GO RIGHT AHEAD :D I'm always up for some smex!

-No kinks really, except I love it when the woman is dominating but not to the extreme! Just... maybe the DB wants to be a little in control ;)

-As long as it's sweet/romantic and makes me go awwwwww I'm all good.

Make it happen people!!

Specific prompt is specific!

Re: Ulfric/F!DB - Enjoy life with wife!

[(Anonymous)]

Hmm... I can recommend you a good 100-chaptered fanfiction on fanfiction.net. It's called "Runaway With My Heart". Link here - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7869646/1/Runaway_With_My_Heart

DB's a Nord, citizen of Windhelm, but not a thief though. They do get married and have kids and all that.

Thought I'd just share :)

F!DB/Brynjolf

[(Anonymous)]

Brynjolf seems like a cut-throat kind of their to me and what else but a broken heart would drive him to cut throats but a broken heart?
I want a bit of an age kink between Brynjolf and a Nord Dragonborn, as in I would like the DB to be as young as possible.
I want them to have been in a secret relationship for a while and when Brynjolf learns off Mercer he has been betrayed by her he's not sad she's dead but rather angry he didn't kill her himself.
So because the DB is obviously alive, she goes to the Bee and Barb and threatens a free room. Bryn goes to collect the guild's earnings, learns she's upstairs. Angry he goes and finishes her himself slitting her throat with no mercy.
Karliah comes to save the day and then they confront the guild.
I suppose what I really want is the DB to forgive Bryn and he feels really guilty, I want it super angsty!

I know how specific this prompt is but I want Brynjolf to be feeling some serious angst for what he has done, and to be crippled with the guilt of not listening to the one he loves and the fact she's forgiven him completely for it.

Paarthanax/F!DB - Little Mermaid Style

[(Anonymous)]

Paarthanax is smitten with the DB but knows she'll never accept him as a Dovah.
So he strikes up a deal with Akatosh to become human for however many nights (three nights, a week, a fortnight?) and during that time he has to make her fall in love with him.
Yet all magic comes at a price.
What happens to Paarthanax if he fails? (Will the DB have to die by his hand, become a slave to Alduin etc.)
What can't he do as a human? (Talk, tell the DB who he is, lose the wisdom of the dov/all his memories etc.)
Oh and the DB has to actually say 'I love you' and let's say the DB has some commitment issues to make it interesting.

I would prefer for the DB to be a Nord and Paarthanax be turned into a Nord as well.

Re: Paarthanax/F!DB - Little Mermaid Style

[(Anonymous)]

This is adorable and I have to write this.