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Hadvar lifted onto the palms of his hands and drove into her as hard and fast as he could, only caring about the expression on her face and the ever tightening grasp of her core around him. She came undone first, and he had to drop back down to cover her mouth with his, swallowing the animal sounds she made and then his as he followed after her, shaking and nearly delirious with release.

He only barely caught himself from collapsing on top of her after, shifting his weight to one elbow but still soft and twitching inside her. They kissed for a few gentle, languid seconds, caught in the afterglow, the shared joy of abandonment.

"Hadvar," she crooned sometime later, a warm and comfortable weight in his arms. It would take him months to realize that was the sweetest utterance he had ever heard.

The girl, Tern, was gone before he woke the next morning.

Tags: race:bosmer, char:F!PC, race:Nord, char:Hadvar, es:skyrim, relationship:het, kink:size, prompt:filled

There seemed to be a lot of interest in this prompt a few months ago, but it never got filled, so here goes.

We all know that Elenwen was an interrogator before becoming First Emissary, and you don’t rise through the ranks of the Thalmor by being incompetent. The current torturer at the Thalmor Embassy even seems to be a bit of a fanboy - he sent her a letter that said her expertise would be welcome if she wanted to audit his technique, for Talos' sake. I get the impression that she was really, REALLY good at her job.

Poor Ulfric.

I want to know what it took to break him during the Great War. He loses his cool completely when he spots her during Season Unending – show me why.

Oh wow. *Fans self* That was awesome!

Of course!!!
-OP

Oh this needs to be filled. Like, now.

I was just thinking about this prompt yesterday. Still interested in trying to fill it.

This prompt gave me feels of the bittersweet variety.

The DB is mostly kind and forgiving but when someone crosses her, they know about it.

Boethiah and her followers really piss her off. Therefore, she's very willing to help out Molag Bal.

This leads to her becoming quite infatuated with Molag Bal. In fact, she starts to worship him completely and gets very turned on at the idea at being submissive to him and bending to his every whim.

Basically, I want to read F!DB being completely and utterly besotted with Molag Bal and her becoming a bit of a Daedric booty call for him whenever he wants. And she becomes his favourite follower and he gives her *cough* special treatment *cough*.

BONUS if he has a collar made for her and she wears it gladly when she visits him.

EXTRA BONUS if the DB was beginning a relationship with someone lovely and sweet (like Hadvar, Erik that sort of guy) but she ends it because she becomes so devoted to Molag Bal.

Seconded with enthusiasm!

:D Thank you! I sincerely hope others take a shot at this prompt, there's still so much to explore!

Oh, gods, Nonny, that was amazing. You've set the bar very high with this fic. I love Tern, trying to take control of her destiny in very strange circumstances without a word of the local language... And Hadvar. HADVAR, you sweet, lovely man, you. Nonny, you got Hadvar's voice perfectly, as far as I'm concerned.

Very nicely done.

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I love you so much, A!A!

I love Ralof's pensive spell overlooking the lake, and his and Hadvar's making peace at last (making me squee) and now Hadvar is going up against the Draugr, too!

I love you, I love this fic, and I really love the little hints of Valenwood life (whether canon or not, it is not my Official Headcanon TM) from Laila.

I seconded this the first time, and I'll second it again!

Great chapter! What you call the "unreasonably long talking part" I just thought was good character development. Ralof and Hadvar's discussion by the lake was really touching. Excited to see poor Hadvar face the draugr!

Wait, are you supposed to get hurt when she puts you down? I've never had that happen! That makes the whole suddenly-finding-yourself-in-the-stratosphere thing even more hilariously terrifying.

Umm... ^.^' I love you too.

They decided to make peace because if they're not at peace, how can we get to feels and fluff and snuggling and kissing? XD

I spent a lot of time on Laila's backstory. Kind of silly of me, especially as I started writing from her point of view and then got stuck on a name, so I just used my DB's name. (I thought it was funny the first time I picked up a bounty in Ivarstead and saw my own name on it) It just makes more sense to have her be reminded and thinking about home, when so many people are talking and worrying about their homes.

Thank you for your praise! *bows*

Thank you! I only call it unreasonably long because there was supposed to be action in this part--you know, a wolf or bear or something, and then sweaty mens. XD But they decided (completely on their own, those NPCs!) they just wanted to talk and hijacked my story.

Meh.

(in case it wasn't obvious, there will be spiders too, as Laila hinted. except she doesn't know about draugr yet; none of them really think they exist. yet. XD)

Maybe at high hrothgar during the ceasefire?

Consensual is preferred but noncon is not a trigger or squick for me right now so go for it if you want.

Squicks: scat, excessive blood
Kinks: anger; a pre-sexing fistfight that ends with awkward manly hotness; they hate each other; tullius is contemptuous of all things Nordic, and this pissed off Ulfric to no end.

So, you know how a lot of characters are voiced by the same voice actors, right? Stephen Russell, I'm ~~looking at~~ listening to you :P

I want a DB (any gender and any race is fine by me) to have a follower whose voice sends thrills up their spine and makes them tingle in the best (and most inappropriate way possible) and s/he gets really aroused just by this follower talking to them.

The DB doesn't want to ruin what a good thing they have by jumping the follower's bones, (not knowing if the follower feels the same way/just likes having lots of the sex) and so finds someone else with a similar voice to the follower, proposes much having of the sex. The LI agrees enthusiastically to this proposal and there is much jubilation and having of all the sex. The more dirty talk the better.

Or alternatively, the DB likes the voice of an NPC who cannot be taken as follower and so they go looking for someone who can be taken and jumps *their* bones instead of the first.

BONUS POINTS:
+1 "You really remind me of someone." (Despite little physical resemblance)

+10 "Talk dirty to me/say my name."

+100 DB's original interest wants to get in the DB's pants as much as DB wants in theirs, but doesn't know how to say it (whether they do is up to A!A)

+1000 The two LI NPCs had never met before but find each other quite attractive

+100000000 and ALL the internets: Threesome with original NPC and second NPC (or moresome if A!A is up for the challenge)

Squicks: Dub-and-non-con. Everybody needs to be enthusiastically consenting for OP to have a happy.
Kinks: ANYTHING your kinky brains can think of, as well as the obvious voice and dirty talk kinks

Squicks? :)

Snerk, captcha endorses this prompt "redcoha serve"

Yay! *Encourages*

Ha, now I'm always going to hear that line as "Daaaaad, make him stop it!"

But yes, seconded. This could be really interesting, I bet dudes who never speak have fascinating thoughts.

Probably the closest thing to romance I could write for the Guild's best infiltrator :)

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Vex sighed. The newest recruit swore and picked up the pieces from yet another lockpick, the chest’s simple steel lock still nowhere near open. He had been trying for nearly twenty minutes. In that time, a guard could walk by, a dog could smell him, the clouds might part and bathe him in damning moonlight. It would not do.

“Here, let me show you again.”

The recruit shuffled aside, rubbing his aching thighs. Vex couldn’t figure what had Brynjolf seen on the boy, but he was paying her good money for her time and expertise and she would never turn that down. Especially since she sincerely doubted he’d ever be skilled enough to be able to steal it back.

“And remind me to punch Niruin when he comes back from his Whiterun job. Anyway, here’s what you’re doing wrong. See my little finger? You have to press it against the chest like this; it steadies your hand. Your hands shake, and your picks keep breaking because of it.”

The recruit looked down at his hands, frowning. He wasn’t much for words, but the rumor mill around the Guild was what they lived on, and it’d been said the Nord kid had a tendency to jump when he heard loud noises, and that he didn’t like spending much time in the open. Vex stepped aside as he gave it another go, much steadier this time, and remembering to focus on his breathing like she’d told him. She could grant that he’d be far from the first in the Guild with a past they’d rather forget about, but so much vulnerability could make a would be thief a dead one.

“Say,” she drawled, “what made you take up Brynjolf’s offer to come check out our little operation down here?”

The recruit stopped rotating the lock and turned to look at her. The pick broke under the pressure. She could tell by his grimace he was trying not to flush.

“Um, I needed the coin.”

Vex nodded. Though he wasn’t much younger than herself, the recruit didn’t look like he could take anyone in a fight, and someone without any other talents usually had to resort to thieving or banditry if they didn’t want to starve like a beggar. He wasn’t nearly attractive enough for anyone to pay him for his company, not enough anyway. She wondered how the going rates had changed since the last time she’d tried to make an honest living, back when she didn’t have the skill to rob a man blind and gut him if he bothered her. She frowned.

“Fair enough. But you won’t be able to make any if you can’t learn how to open a simple lock. Try again, and if you get it this time, you get to keep anything inside that chest.”

The recruit smiled. “Really?”

It was impressive what a person could do for the right kind of motivation. There was nothing in the chest but a pair of boots and a dagger, but the kid opened the lock faster than she’d ever seen him and grinned when he admired his reward.

“Thank you. Are you sure I can keep these? I could probably get a nice price out of Helga if I tell her these are sacred Dibellian boots or whatever.”

“Well, look at you,” she smiled, “I didn’t know you had such business sense. Or that you could speak that much. Maybe you’re actually good for something.”

He stood away from her as if she’d burned him, face reddening. Vex ground her teeth, cursing soft hearted idiots internally.

“Look –”

He cleared his throat. “I should go. Thanks again for the lesson. Oh, and, um, remember to punch Niruin.”

He left her there, crouching by herself next to the training chests, surrounded by broken lockpicks like a new recruit. Wondering why her first impulse had been to stop him.

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tags: char:Vex, char:M!DB, race:Nord, kink:UST?

Wow, yes, the bar has been set pretty high with that-- WOW!

That said, I'm feeling inspired and might give this fill a try in the future!

I really like this! And now I'm incredibly curious about this new kid and about Vex's interest in him.

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