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The F!DB loves the Thalmor and the Thalmor is friendly toward her even though she joined the Legion (after all she brought Ulfric's godammn head to them!)

While travelling with her fellow Legate from the Legion, she pays a visit to "a very good friend, you'll see!" of her and introduces him to her new friend: Fasendil meets a Thalmor agent!

Indeed, the two mermen hate each other (that goddamn traitor to his blood/that fucking Thalmor), but the F!DB is too happy to be with her friends that she doesn't notice the explosive atmosphere between the two brothers-in-kin.

And the Thalmor agent is jealous of her closeness with Fasendil. And Fasendil is jealous of how her friend and this Thalmor seem intimate.

Can some sweet anon write me this please? And can this anon tell me who the F!DB loves? (maybe in fact it's one of her housecarl. Or someone else.)

Kinks are: humor, jealousy, possession, friendship, forbidden affection

Chars: Legate Fasendil, a M!Thalmor agent of anon's choice
The F!DB can be any race you anon want her to be. A breton would be lovely for both size and human kink :3

Make me laugh anon!

Brynjolf smirked up at Katrin, one hand resting on her hip as she settled into a rhythm above him. He loved having her astride him, her breasts bouncing within easy reach of his mouth and hands and his vision always one of her very expressive face. It was a sight he could grow old to, he decided with a smile as he stretched his unoccupied hand towards the bedside table. Reaching in to the table’s drawer, he pulled out a silk-wrapped object and pulled it back to himself. “Aye, lass. Now, take a look at your present,” he suggested softly, resting the parcel on his chest.

Katrin’s brow rose in puzzlement as her eyes flickered from the silk-wrapped parcel to Brynjolf’s face. “Bryn? It’s not my birthday,” she murmured, her rhythm faltering. His length was firm and hot within her and her nethers begged her to continue. But the mystery of the parcel had to take precedence, her rational mind argued. The silk was of high quality—meaning he’d likely visited Radiant Raiments for the length. That must have been interesting, she thought with an internal shudder. “What is this?” she asked nervously, her fingers hovering but not quite touching the silk wrap.

Brynjolf blew out an exasperated breath. “Lass, just open it, won’t you?” His hands rested on her thighs as he watched her, kneading the bunching muscles there.

Katrin stared at the package for a moment before she picked it up. The silk cloth fell away easily and an amulet—one she recognized quite well—lay in her hand. You simply did not live in Riften without being cornered at least once by an enthusiastic follower of Mara “Bryn?” she asked in a small voice, holding the amulet of Mara in her palm.

Brynjolf held his breath as Katrin stared between the amulet and himself. She wasn’t running away. He took that as a good sign. Reaching up, he tugged her down so that her head rested over his heart, his hands stroking her back. “It’s an amulet of Mara, lass. Now, I know it’s a tad presumptuous on my part, but I’d like you to wear it for me,” he purred.

Katrin shuddered atop him and sat up, staring down at him. “You want me to wear it for you. You know what this amulet symbolizes, Bryn. What it means.” Her fingers were shaking—by the Divines, her whole body was vibrating, he realized.

Brynjolf sat up, clutching his lover to him as he claimed her lips. “Aye, lass. It means that I’m yours and you’re mine. That I’ll have the honor and privilege of worshipping your body every day and night, of being your partner and friend for the rest of our lives, and of seeing your belly swell with our wee bairns for many years to come and sharing in the joys and heartaches that will be our life together,” he whispered. “It means that I’m asking you to be my wife.” He held his breath as he waited.

Katrin, tears filling her eyes, slowly reached up and fastened the amulet around her neck, careful the catch at the back of her neck didn’t catch in her hair. “With a proposal like that, Bryn, I’d be daft to say no. Yes, Bryn, I’ll be your wife,” she breathed, swiping at the tears that threatened to tumble down her cheeks.

Brynjolf let out a whoop of pure joy and took her lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. Rolling them over, he stared down at Katrin, his eyes falling to the amulet that nestled between her breasts. “I love you, Kat,” he admitted, meeting her gaze as he began to move within her, speeding them both towards the explosion their bodies were both craving.

Katrin traced her fingers down the scar on his cheek, smiling up at her soon-to-be-husband. “I love you too, Bryn. Now, can we get back to some mutual worshipping?” she asked innocently as her internal muscles to clenched deliciously around his cock.

Brynjolf let out a shuddering moan and nodded. “Absolutely, wife,” he purred.

The title says it all.
I don't care who, I don't care how, JUST DO IT PLEASE.

Whilst this may be a little bit late, is the A!A still writing?

Thanks everyone! Glad you guys are digging it! More to follow soon... :)

was definitely the marriage proposal more sexy ... hot .... and full of love that I've read! fantastic! You have a talent monstrous!

I would prefer for it to be sexual and I'd like the person to have some hope of recovery. :)

She let her hands roam his body, trailing over his shoulders and down his back. She parted her legs a little and he immediately got the message.

He started licking the other side of her neck as his free hand slipped between her legs and played with her. She let out a moan and began nibbling one of his ears. His hips bucked jerkily against her and his grip on her ass tightened for a moment.

She let out a husky chuckle and sucked on the tip of his ear. She could feel his breath becoming ragged against her skin and felt him harden against her stomach. That was enough to send a rush of wetness between her legs and she knew she couldn't wait anymore.

She took a few steps backwards until she felt her back hit the wood of the wardrobe, Ondolemar following her blindly. She hid her smirk against his neck, tonguing his collar bone. She wrapped one leg around his slim waist, pressing herself against his covered length. They both moaned and started pulling at each other's clothes. Adelais didn't wear undergarments very often (they were, frankly, an unnecessary expense) and she was especially grateful for that now. Ondolemar's Thalmor robes came off easily, exposing acres of taut golden skin. She scratched his back as he kicked his undergarments away. Then he ripped the laces of her dress and it pooled at her feet.

Within an instant, his mouth was on her breats; kissing, nipping and sucking. She hooked her leg around him again and he lifted her so she could wrap both legs around him. And then he was inside her in one deep thrust. Her body jolted at the sudden fullness. He eased out only a little and pushed back in slowly.

She thrashed against him. Her plan would never work at this pace. "Hard." She gasped, squeezing his waist with her thighs. "Fuck me hard."

He didn't need any more encouragement.

He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into her. She cried out and pressed her breasts against him, knowing they were his favourite part of her. She tried not to grin as he thrust again and again, oblivious of the noise the wardrobe was making against the wall and how loud it must be to everyone downstairs.

"Oh, Ondolemar! Yes!" She shouted over the noise of the wardrobe and his groans. "Harder! Please fuck me hard!"

He obeyed, pounding into her like a wild man. She disguised a chuckle with an honest moan as he lifted one of her legs higher, his tip hitting her at a different angle. 'Gods, this was perfect. Revenge and pleasure at once.'

"Yes!" She gasped, her mouth dry and her heart hammering. "Use me...fuck me!"

He let out a low laugh, breathless. "Now you are learning, Nord."

She was just about to let go, to surrender completely to the tidal wave of desire that was rushing through her, when there was an insistent knocking on the door. Ondolemar froze mid-thrust. She watched as he slowly remembered where he was and what he was doing.

"Could you please keep it down in there?" A female voice hissed from the other side of the door. "Or, better yet, desist? You are putting my guests off their food." Then the sound of retreating footsteps.

There was silence for a moment. Then Adelais broke it by letting out the laugh she had barely been containing since they started. He turned to her, that familiar cold look back in his eyes.

"You." He said with venom.

"Yes. You fell for it." She ran a fingernail down his back. "'Oh, Ondolemar! Use me! Fuck me against the extremely loud wardrobe so all your friends can hear!' I can't believe you fell for that."

Yes! I am! I just got sidetracked due to having five other fics on the go, you know how it is...

Might get an update out for this one soon, you never know.

I may try my hand at this.

However, in the same breath, other anons are more then encouraged to fill as well because yes please!

He's never going to say 'I love you'. *flushes and rolls around on the floor* dhffhdj t-thank you all so much

A M!NPC spying the F!DB washing herself/having her bath (anywhere in Skyrim).

Her housecarl, her Jarl, her follower, a passing by bandit, a Companion, a Thalmor... I don't care who, but he spies her and she doesn't notice him. Up to anon if he's doing something after.

Kinks are: voyeurism, bathing, erotism (and more to anon liking)

F!DB of any race, any M!NPC.

But bonus if Fasendil is the one spying her. In Understone Keep. And he is caught by Ondolemar. And he enjoys the view too.

Make it erotic anon please!

...A Thalmor Agent you say... *puts fingers together* I will second this and then pray my muse comes to me.

So I was adventuring with Mjoll the other day when she said that, as a child, her village was burned to the ground by bandits and one laughed as he killed her brother. I would like her to encounter this same bandit on one of her patrols through the forests of Riften, who is now a leader of his own bandit group, and wreak bloody vengeance.

I completely loved this outline Asta!Anon!

It's made me like Asta's character even more and appreciate how she became the woman she is now.

I'm also looking forward to seeing how Ulfric reacts to all of this!

Looking forward to an update, whenever it comes :)

There's a lot on this meme about dominant, well endowed Altmer. How about an Altmer who's shy and not so well endowed, for an Altmer anyway. He's really a nervous person, and worried that people are going to think of him as inadequate, especially since so many of his kind are so poised and physically impressive.

He has a M!Bosmer or M!Breton lover/fuckbuddy who accepts him for who he is and helps him feel better, at least for a while, about himself. Bosmer or Breton because they are used to being seen as inferior so they know how to look past it.

This feels like a strange request but I want to see an Altmer who is a little insecure.

I nominate Ancarion. Like seriously what other Thalmor agent takes a captured person to their ship to SHOW them the map then just scare them with a few bruises? THEN When you go confront his ass, he either strikes up a bargain or is like "Whoa, no need for intimidation take the map jeez we'll leave okay." And that's that. And if you come back you often see him just reading. What other Thalmor does that? Most stalk around their places reminding you they will kill you.

And his soldiers are all in leather? Could you not afford the elven wear Ancarion or are you just a penny-pincher? Like we need to sit you down and talk, honey.

Siddgeir decides that being a Jarl is getting in the way of his fun and decides to leave the position of Jarl to his most trusted thane, the dragonborn. Hilarity ensues.

Oh my god A!A, that was BRILLIANT! Oh Adelais, you truly have won a place amongst totally awesome original characters; with your signature wit and sass aimed at Ondolemar!

Hmmm.... Interesting crack pairing there, dear OP.

Hnnnng, loving it.

I laughed when he said he was murdered then excitedly asked if she wanted to know how. And trust him to enjoy the whole experience, great idea! He's so twisted, it makes perfect sense actually.

Awaiting more :)

I just thought since those two races would make the ultimate cute and shorty-pants Inter-Racial couples of Tamerial.

I would like some culture surprises/shocks from either partner (you know, the Green Pact, chewing mint leaves from the Bretons etc).

But what would be a bonus in the bed department is kink surprises!

I accept marriages, one-night-stands, heat-of-the-moment, group sex, after battle sex, friends with benefits and such.

Mini and Multi fills are encouraged.

Yes please: body piercings, tattoos, breast play, testical play, frottage, oral, anal (optional), sensual teasing/torture, BSDM (optional), hair pulling.

No thanks: Non-con, torture, sadism, scat, choking, mutilation, necro.

Have fun~

I like it. The opening paragraph, it just wants to come in- got the shivers!

AMEN, THIS HEADCANON SHARED!

Dun worry OP, I totally got this.

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