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From: (Anonymous)

The Dragonborn is a Thane in all nine holds and has all the houses decorated, because gold just piles up and you need to do something with it right?

The thing is he's not in a relationship with anyone and he has needs and he does have four rather attractive housecarls, but he's wary of asking them for sex because they're sworn to his service.If they're bound to do what he asks then they might just be going along with it because their oath as a housecarl means they can't say no.

Which is definitely not a turn on for him.

The Housecarls find it a little amusing, because they were aware that they might have a man as their thane and the fact that he's refraining from asking them to put out only endears him to them even more.

And it ends up in multiple permutations of the Dragonborn and all of his male Housecarls as one big orgiastic relationship.

From: (Anonymous)

I'm fascinated by the idea of a mute Dragonborn. What would happen, for example, if the DB had some sort of accident (got their throat non-fatally cut, for example) that rendered them temporarily or permanently unable to Shout? Or what if the Dragonborn wasn't able to speak before, and yet somehow the mechanics of Shouting are different and he or she CAN Shout - but can't speak?

From: (Anonymous)

Seconding this!
We need more Savos love here :D

From: (Anonymous)

I just really love Faralda's character. Anything will do (pretty please?).

From: (Anonymous)

Something like this has probably been requested before but here it is:

Basically F!DB has been with the guild for a while now and Brynjolf, her mentor, is of the reputation as a lady's man (obviously).

So everyone expects that Brynjolf has slept with the DB but he hasn't and not for lack of trying. For whatever reason the DB understands Bryn's intentions but doesn't actually sleep with him (perhaps its because she knows it'll mean nothing to him or she doesn't want to ruin the friendship/professional relationship they have).

Now because of the DB's rejection/evasiveness Delvin and other guild members to hand shit on Brynjolf and his precious reputation. He pretty much becomes determined to sleep with the DB no matter what and with every rejection he finds himself more attracted to her, eventually realising he's in love with her he tries to distance himself/stop his advances.

Bonus points for Nord/Imperial DB and if she has sexual experience and it's not the concept of sex itself keeping the DB from sleeping with Bryn.

If you want to stray from the prompt a bit feel free, I know I made it a bit specific...

From: (Anonymous)

Hey kink meme. I'm in a productive writing mood, but I'm not sure what to tackle. This meme clearly needs more love, too, so toss the prompts you have a burning need to see filled at me. I'd prefer Gen prompts as I cannot smut well for the life of me ('insert tab a into slot b'), but I can attempt anything from Skyrim or Oblivion plus their respective DLCs! I adore TES's lore too, so if there's anything world-gen, too, I can do that.

I apologize if this isn't an appropriate place for this kind of call-out, I can move it somewhere else if a mod deems I should.

From: (Anonymous)

Mjoll has a very particular liking: she loves to have her lover's seed splattered on her breasts.

Any male character is ok, but Aerin would be lovely (specially if he's really shy about it, and blushes every time Mjoll gets on her knees to finish him the way she likes it)

No dub or non-con.

From: (Anonymous)

Come on, Kinkmeme, let's get Lod laid. He needs serious love because his beloved Dengeir is a paranoid snob, he can't get a dog to keep him company, and that voice of his. My voice kink, Lod hits it.

I intend this to be very open ended to entice a write!Anon to help poor old Lod out. I don't mind if Lod finds love or loving with the DB (M or F) or with Solaf and/or Bolund, if Lod finds Sinding irresistible, or if Valga or Zaria float his boat. Heck, if you want to have Meeko wander into town and start adoring lovely Lod, I'll be happy.

BONUS POINTS: Lod ends the fic happier than he started. That's it. (I've been spending so much time in Flakreath lately that I just want to see him happy)

Squicks: if it comes up Non-con and Dub-con are my no-nos.

From: (Anonymous)

A/N: Okay, so nobody has asked for this, but this rabid plotbunny jumped on me yesterday and won't let go. Set about five years on from The Old Fashioned Way.

Summary: Galmar and Rozenn need a babysitter for three-and-a-half-year-old Barengar because Rozenn is feeling poorly. Ulfric Stormcloak, High King of Skyrim, steps up.

Tags: Kink: gen, fluff, humour. Chars: Galmar Stone-Fist, Ulfric Stormcloak, F!Breton!DB, Sofie, Calder, OC (child). Series: Rozenn-the-Breton.

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Hjerim was in chaos, when Ulfric walked in. The door had been left ajar, and nobody had responded to his knocking, and so he stepped inside, and watched two Housecarls run around the house at top speed, packing bags and yelling at each other in high voice.

"Hi, Nunca Ulfric - I mean, Your Highness," said a soft girl's voice from the shadowy corner to Ulfric's left.

"Hello, Sofie. You know you may call me Uncle, if you wish. In this house I always manage to forget that I am High King," Ulfric replied with a smile.

The girl uncurled from her hiding place in the corner and took Ulfric's hand. "Mama doesn't feel well, so Daddy is taking her to Whiterun to see Danica. Mama wants to go to Winterhold, but Daddy says it's too cold for her this time of year. She's not arguing with him, which I think means he's right."

"Are you going with them or will you be staying here with Barengar and myself?" Ulfric asked.

Sofie shrugged. "I don't know. I like Whiterun. It's warmer there, and I get to play with Nelkir, Lars and Lucia. But not Dagny, Frothar or Braith. They're mean. I like Nelkir. Don't tell Daddy or he'll take out his big axe."

"Your secret is safe with me," Ulfric replied solemnly. He was getting used to speaking with children, thanks to Rozenn and Galmar. He supposed it was true, they were just like any ordinary people of his acquaintance, although more prone to giggling or blurting out secrets. He hoped he would soon be setting up his own nursery.

"Calder! CALDER! Did you send word to the Palace yet?" Galmar was bellowing from the top of the stairs.

"I sent word this MORNING! When you TOLD ME TO!" Calder yelled back from inside the alchemy laboratory.

"Then WHERE IN TALOS' HOLY NAME IS ULFRIC?"

"Here, Galmar, standing in the doorway, where I have been for the last five minutes or so, talking with Sofie," Ulfric spoke for himself.

"Ulfric! Thank the gods. What took you so long?" Galmar called, running down the stairs. He reached out and gripped Ulfric's arm and drew him into the interior of the house.

"I think you think the job of High King is an idle one, like a Count or an Emperor," Ulfric said with a wry smile.

"Isn't it? Now look, Rozenn never wants to see a healer, so this is serious. I need to get to Whiterun quickly. Sofie will travel with us, Lydia enjoys looking after her, and she has friends to play with. But Barengar... He's too young, and has too quick a temper for a carriage journey, and no horse will bear him but Shadowmere, and I don't like that unnatural beast near my boy," Galmar rattled off quickly. The speech sounded rehearsed. "Will you take him? You know he loves his Nunca- er, Uncle, and won't burn the Palace to the ground."

"He won't burn it to the ground?" Ulfric repeated.

"Well, if Wuunferth hasn't burned it down yet, I doubt Barengar will manage it in the few days we'll be gone," Galmar waved off Ulfric's comment impatiently. "Will you?"

"Of course I will. It will be good to have a child in the Palace again, for a time, at least," Ulfric said with a quick smile.

"Thank you, my friend," Galmar murmured in relief. His smile took a decade off his face; Ulfric hadn't realised how tense and worried his friend was about the situation.

Ulfric clasped Galmar's shoulder. "Not to worry, my friend. Your wife needs to be looked after. Barengar and I will do well together."

"Famous last words," Calder muttered as he hurried by them.

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From: (Anonymous)

A Female Bosmer or Dummer (Wood Elf or Dark Elf) Dragonborn gets on the bad side of one or a group of High Elves. Doesn't necessarily have to be Thalmor, just any high elf that shows a superiority complex.

Here is some High Elves I would like to see but it doesn't have to be them: The random Thalmor Justicars, the Thalmor from the embassy (any), or those two female high elves that run that clothing store in solitude.

Dub-Con or Non-Con

It can be any High Elf in the game but the above are just some ideas.

Bonus if its those two female high elves (forgot their names) from that clothing store in Solitude.

Anything else, anon can go wild at

From: (Anonymous)

So we all know that men in prison who haven't seen a woman in a while often end up getting it on with other men instead?

Give me some of that, anons. Don't care about race of participants, do not want outright non-con... but dubcon is well and truly fine by me, whether the sex is for protection, goods, just to relieve some urges, up to you. Nothing that would result in permanent damage either.

From: (Anonymous)

Weird pairing is weird, I know but...

Dragonborn is Harbinger, ideally Imperial aligned (although it COULD work with a Stormcloak...) and paired up with someone quite happily. They're also Thane of Solitude, or working to become Thane. Farkas is a close friend of theirs and a regular follower. Ideally the Civil War's over by now (would have to be really for a Stormcloak DB), and everything has settled down in Skyrim.

Farkas meets Elisif through the Dragonborn and is instantly smitten but has no idea how to go about pursuing someone who's completely out of his league. Elisif's been lonely for a long time, and thinks Farkas is adorable, but doesn't immediately realise he's interested. Cue awkward courtship, possibly the DB acting as matchmaker, all ending in a sweet and fluffy declaration of love and much happiness all round.

Basically give me fluff on an epic scale between two lovely people who deserve some romantic happiness.

From: (Anonymous)

A bandit woman goes to kill some wolves and ends up being spitroasted by them.

From: (Anonymous)

Okay so I just got done watching one of the most awesome renditions of Cinderella's story. (Ever After. I only wish I'd known of this version sooner because bad-ass! Cinderella and ffff Dougray Scott. I wish I could have run off with the prince of France.)

But anyway I want a story based upon this version of the tale. Perhaps an Altmeri noble is unknowingly enchanted by an elven lady who has known nothing but Skyrim's harsh winters her whole life? Or perhaps the story of two human nobles? Mod is really all right with whichever races A! Anon wants to choose. So long as I get some sappy true love fluff. (Angst before the ending is most certainly welcome though.)

Bonus points for: A Skyrim version of Leonarddo da Vinci because that would just be awesome. I supposed you'd have versions of the whole cast. But still.

Something similar to the apple throwing scene and/or the scene in which Danielle carries Henry away on her back. Actually most of their meeting scenes are so glorious. So triple point for similar scenarios throughout the fic.

If you include sex in this prompt my only serious squick is non-con.

From: (Anonymous)

...there is no man on man non-con/dub-con anywhere, is there? Now, that needs to change.

My favourite scenario would be this one:

The male badass Stormcloak DB is sick and tired of Idolaf Battleborn's stinky attitude and decides to teach him a lesson or two about what real Nords can do, and why pissing him off is a bad idea.

Anything else is fine with me as well, doesn't even have to be DB or Idolaf, as long as it's manly men, preferably human (Gods, I LOVE hunky Nord men).
I do love the usual suspects, though (Vilkas, Farkas, Brynjolf, Argis etc.).

Extra points for non-anonymous sex, so basically people who know each other and will eventually cross paths again.

If you want the 'victim' to enjoy it more than they anticipated and make it dub-con, that's perfectly fine with me, just please no full consent.

I really really really need this, so whoever is willing to write this for me will have my eternal gratitude.

From: (Anonymous)

Someone please write me a bit of a Nord showing their superiority on an Elf. No slash and it doesn't have to involve the dragonborn

From: (Anonymous)

Ysolda has a Khajiit fetish but has never acted on it until an unsuspecting Khajiit[DB/PC] comes to Whiterun and she finds herself drawn to him.

Main kinks would be Ysolda's fascination with the Khajiit and first go with one of the cat-folk. But she's not a virgin.

Squicks are toilet stuff and blood play but a little scratching from the Khajiit is fine.

From: (Anonymous)

There's just not enough femslash and I've had this idea for a while: the real reason why Taarie makes rude comments about Dragonborn's clothes is because she's eager to see her without any clothes at all O_o

Female DB of any non-beast race is ok (either human or elf please)

^_^

From: (Anonymous)

While wandering around at the party in the Thalmor Embassy, Elisif mentioned to my character that she loves parties, and this one is just the kind Torygg promised her. This would make it extremely easy for Elenwen to seduce the lonely widow.

Elisif, desperate to feel beautiful and glamourous eagerly agrees to every kinky demand Elenwen makes. Bondage, spanking, complete and utter domination, maybe some creative use of lightning spells. And, just maybe, Elenwen makes her new bitch call her High Queen of Skyrim.

Bonus points for Elenwen's fingers (or whole hand) in Elisif's ass, because Elisif and the Imperial Jarls are [i]Thalmor puppets[/i]. Get it? Puppets?.........okay no more terrible puns.

From: (Anonymous)

Tags: kink:crack/humor, femslash

I hope someone comes by with a bigger, steamier fill, but I couldn't hold back when I saw this prompt. I hope OP enjoys it :)

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After making sure nobody was around to see her putting her hands onto her companion’s things, Lysilwe opened the expensive looking book at a random page, curiously. The title alone had seemed compelling: “Of The Many Forms of Female Beauty”, written in exuberant golden letters upon the red leather cover. The delicate etching of a sinuous fire atronach that occupied most of the front cover had sealed the deal: from the very moment she’d seen the book peeking from inside the other’s knapsack, she knew she would have to take a closer look.

What she found was better than what she had imagined.

“… and in that occasion I had the privilege”, the tome read, in deep red ink from a yellowed page, “to observe an event not many other mortals have. The creature, unearthly and slender, surrounded by a soft green glow, reclined upon the rock, her shape alone an hymn to the feminine beauty of nature. Vibrant with life, she seemed to be shifting, and at first I admit I did not know what I was looking at: for only after staring in awe for a while, with bated breath, I realized that her long fingers, patterned with green moss and solitary blossoms, were being dragged upon her stomach, lovingly brushing upon it. Afterwards, I could see them curl into what had to be, if her feminine forms were not misleading, her very core, the center from which pleasure erupts: and yet, her figure remained composed, immune to the excesses of carnal delights, but somewhat softer, caught in her own intimacy.

That alone, my readers, is a sight to behold. But imagine my surprise as another Spriggan approached, slowly, a cautious quality to her steps, but curious, wanting to inspect her companion’s activities. The one reclining tilted her head behind, to stare into her face, and there was an exchange of words between them, words that I, with my lacking knowledge and silent awe, could not catch. But it had been an invite, of that I am sure, for the newcomer soon was dragging her wooden fingers upon the round breasts of the other, still standing, and a kind of hiss came from the one who was pleasuring herself, resembling the wind that whistles through the trees.

They went on, now and then softly speaking to each other, until the one that had been standing stepped around the rock, to climb between her legs, and bent over to press herself into her companion’s body. Their tree-like bodies arched into each other’s in a blissful dance, slow and intense, impossibly green leaves floating around the both of them as their bright glow intensified, making it hard to stare directly at them.

I have observed true beauty, and in many forms, but never in my life I have been witness to such a pure display of perfection: the mating of two Spriggans is a breathtaking sight, enough that I found myself forced to risk blowing my cover several times, hidden amongst the bushes, with my breathing heavy and my body tense. They seemed to sigh, now and then, and their hips would move more intensely, rubbing against each other’s, but that was not enough for their pleasure to come to a climax.

In fact, the first one stopped the other with what seemed, to me, a kiss, though lingering on the other’s forehead instead of her stern lips: she gently pushed her off, and took her hand, guiding her to the grass where they lied down, one in front of the other. Their legs entwined, languid, then they shifted, to press their sex against each other’s in a passionate joining: then, they started moving slowly in search for sweet release, more and more desperately, letting out sounds that tingled like water from a spring and filled me with delight. It took several minutes, and by then I no longer cared not to be found, only wanting to see more and more…”

From: (Anonymous)

Tags: kink:crack/humor, femslash

I hope someone comes by with a bigger, steamier fill, but I couldn't hold back when I saw this prompt. I hope OP enjoys it :)

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After making sure nobody was around to see her putting her hands onto her companion’s things, Lysilwe opened the expensive looking book at a random page, curiously. The title alone had seemed compelling: “Of The Many Forms of Female Beauty”, written in exuberant golden letters upon the red leather cover. The delicate etching of a sinuous fire atronach that occupied most of the front cover had sealed the deal: from the very moment she’d seen the book peeking from inside the other’s knapsack, she knew she would have to take a closer look.

What she found was better than what she had imagined.

“… and in that occasion I had the privilege”, the tome read, in deep red ink from a yellowed page, “to observe an event not many other mortals have. The creature, unearthly and slender, surrounded by a soft green glow, reclined upon the rock, her shape alone an hymn to the feminine beauty of nature. Vibrant with life, she seemed to be shifting, and at first I admit I did not know what I was looking at: for only after staring in awe for a while, with bated breath, I realized that her long fingers, patterned with green moss and solitary blossoms, were being dragged upon her stomach, lovingly brushing upon it. Afterwards, I could see them curl into what had to be, if her feminine forms were not misleading, her very core, the center from which pleasure erupts: and yet, her figure remained composed, immune to the excesses of carnal delights, but somewhat softer, caught in her own intimacy.

That alone, my readers, is a sight to behold. But imagine my surprise as another Spriggan approached, slowly, a cautious quality to her steps, but curious, wanting to inspect her companion’s activities. The one reclining tilted her head behind, to stare into her face, and there was an exchange of words between them, words that I, with my lacking knowledge and silent awe, could not catch. But it had been an invite, of that I am sure, for the newcomer soon was dragging her wooden fingers upon the round breasts of the other, still standing, and a kind of hiss came from the one who was pleasuring herself, resembling the wind that whistles through the trees.

They went on, now and then softly speaking to each other, until the one that had been standing stepped around the rock, to climb between her legs, and bent over to press herself into her companion’s body. Their tree-like bodies arched into each other’s in a blissful dance, slow and intense, impossibly green leaves floating around the both of them as their bright glow intensified, making it hard to stare directly at them.

I have observed true beauty, and in many forms, but never in my life I have been witness to such a pure display of perfection: the mating of two Spriggans is a breathtaking sight, enough that I found myself forced to risk blowing my cover several times, hidden amongst the bushes, with my breathing heavy and my body tense. They seemed to sigh, now and then, and their hips would move more intensely, rubbing against each other’s, but that was not enough for their pleasure to come to a climax.

In fact, the first one stopped the other with what seemed, to me, a kiss, though lingering on the other’s forehead instead of her stern lips: she gently pushed her off, and took her hand, guiding her to the grass where they lied down, one in front of the other. Their legs entwined, languid, then they shifted, to press their sex against each other’s in a passionate joining: then, they started moving slowly in search for sweet release, more and more desperately, letting out sounds that tingled like water from a spring and filled me with delight. It took several minutes, and by then I no longer cared not to be found, only wanting to see more and more…”

From: (Anonymous)

Our dear dragonborn isn't a nord but has after a lot of effort managed to fit in in Skyrim. Too bad their folks are coming to visit! Hows does the Dragonborn's faction of choice react? Does the dragonborn try to hide their new life?

So imagine of the dragonborn is really a young imperial lady bred for a life of politics and fancy parties. But since she's adopted the skyrim way she's now covered in battle scars and can throw back mead with the best of them.

Or maybe the dragonborn is an orc man who's wed to a nord lass AND has children...and is a mage?

Anything goes really!

Angst or crack, all are welcome <3

From: (Anonymous)

I, uh, would really love to see some asphyxiation on this kink meme. It seems a rather underrepresented thing here (I can't be the only one into that, right?). I don't even care who with who, but for the love of the divines, I need some of that. Can be an experiment between experienced lovers or the full blast of sexual frustration and hate sex taking over.

Pretty please?

(As for squicks: I'm an experienced pervert, so I don't think you could squick me with anything legal.)

From: (Anonymous)

There's not enough of the more outright villainous Dragonborns on this, IMO. And I don't mean simply the assassins and thieves, unrepentant though they may be. No, I mean one who's villainous towards those in the game, especially given that it's so easy to be a bad guy in the game without even realizing it.

What I want is a Dragonborn who plays everyone in Tamriel (and Solstheim if you want) for saps - tricking the Dark Brotherhood to extinction, selling out the Thieves Guild, turning the Companions into a personal army that answers only to them, getting the Thalmor to mess up enough that they can never recover from the mistake, and in Skyrim uses the power of being Thane of every hold to become High King/Queen. And who knows, maybe founds their own empire.

Bonus points if Maven Black-Briar and her family end up being outed as traitors at some point and summarily publicly executed.
Extra bonus points if they end up married to Ulfric.
Extra extra bonus points if neither end up happy in the relationship, but stay married for some reason.
All the bonus points if the Dragonborn thinks they're doing good throughout it all.

I'd prefer female!Dragonborn, but any race is alright.

From: (Anonymous)

As the Stormcloak's where sacking Solitude, Elenwen and her people where busy gathering every important document at the Thalmor Embassy before they made a break for the coast and a ship to friendlier territory. Turns out that on such short notice it was rather hard to find a reliable captain, and they are subsequently handed over to the Stormcloak's.

In her arrogance Elenwen declares who she is and demands to be taken to Ulfric, thinking she will be able to do something to be released. Turns out Ulfric has plans for, mainly the rest of her days as his pleasure slave.

+ Ulfric married Elisif and manages to get her in on the action.
+ A scene where King Ulfric is convening with his Jarls while Elenwen is wearing nothing but a golden collar while he holds the leash.
+ Humiliation, humiliation and more humiliation as Elenwen is transformed from ambassador to cum dumpster.

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