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Cicero x Sweet roll crack request

[(Anonymous)]

We've all seen the sweetroll comments in regards to Cicero. I'd like to see a crack fill of Cicero alone in Cheydinhal. He's been by himself for a few years and it's been hard, but he's holding together.

One day he's baking sweetrolls to help pass the time and suddenly he can't take it any more! He's horny as hell and damn doesn't that sweetroll look tasty! Our poor jester ends up fucking the sweetroll much like the main character fucks that pie in American Pie.

Can any anon help give some icing to our dessert? =D

Kinks: Crack, Cicero shamefully confessing to the Night Mother and saying something along the lines, "We're never going to talk about this, hmm?"

Squicks: Bathroom stuff, gore, the usual no-nos.

Cicero's Sin (Crack Fill) 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

I hope the OP likes this!
Tags: char:cicero, kink:food sex?, kink:masturbation, kink:crack, es:skyrim

“Cicero is bored…”

A heavy sigh. “Cicero is also hungry.”

The trashing of blankets, followed by another sigh. “Cicero is--” he growled at his lack of self control, and pushed down the raging erection that has been interrupting his attempt to sleep for the past two hours. It would be so easy to just take care of himself and sleep, but it seemed so disrespectful to bring himself off on a daily basis when the Night Mother was in the other room.

Cicero rolled onto his stomach as unbidden thoughts arose in his mind. Memories of the beautiful woman at the fruit stall made his cock twitch. Her slender neck, her bountiful breasts that swayed every time she moved. Even better was when they bounced when she laughed at one of Cicero’s jokes. The thought of her wide hips and heart-shaped arse has Cicero moaning and grinding himself against the mattress.

“No!” he gasped, pushing himself away from his bed. “Cicero needs to-- to distract himself. Yes, yes. A distraction…”

Cicero wandered from room to room of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. He was lonely, bored out of his mind, and hornier than a Nord’s helmet. He had to do something to keep his mind off his needy cock. Training seemed dangerous as this juncture, and when his stomach growled again Cicero had his answer.

The kitchen was fully stocked with everything a lonely Keeper needed to make his favorite treat. It was something he made often, but not too often lest he become too heavy. An assassin needed to be light on his feet after all, and even though he was retired he still needed to be swift and nimble in case Mother needed protecting.

Cicero danced around the kitchen, singing to himself as he collected the ingredients for his favorite sweetroll recipe; flour, butter, eggs, and sugar (lots of sugar), and an assortment of spices. Cicero’s favorite combination consisted of nutmeg, ginger, cinnamon and cloves. Once the sweetrolls were baking in the stone oven, he combined milk, butter and sugar for the glaze. He stirred it more than was strictly necessary, but it helped to keep his mind off the voluptuous girl at the fruit stall and the base urges she awoke in him.

He was fine when he mixed the batter and poured it into the sweetroll pan. He was fine when he pulled the tray of steaming hot sweetrolls from the oven, and when he mixed the glaze. But that all changed when he began to drizzle the sweet, creamy liquid onto the soft sweetrolls, and he cock rose to attention at the sight.

He was not fine. He would never be ‘fine’ again after this.

His hand shook when he poured a little extra icing onto a sweetroll he’d been admiring, and he didn’t bother to suppress a wicked giggle when the icing oozed down inside the sweetroll. “How wet you are for sweet Cicero…” he said, inhaling the tantalizing scent of the sweetroll, then lapping at the upper rim of the pastry. He swiped his tongue inside the hole, quickly flicking the inner walls and sucking upon the moist lip of the roll.

Cicero hummed with pleasure as the sticky, sweet icing danced upon his taste buds and coated his lips. His cock throbbed painfully as he struggled with the laces of his trousers, desperate to free his erection and spill himself, and be done with the relentless need which drove him to the foulest depths of depravity.

He gasped when he grabbed his cock, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward at the pressure of his grip. His fingers worked his inches as he crawled on top of the countertop and hovered over the soft, warm pastry. A groan escaped him when he dragged the tip of his cock over the sweetroll, the wetness and the heat finally tearing what’s left of his self-restraint away. After taking a deep breath, Cicero pressed his tip against the gooey, warm center and slid inside. His hand moving from his cock to the pastry to hold it in place when he started to thrust his hips.

“S-so wet… hngh…” he gasped, his hips finding a rhythm and moving faster inside the doughy canal. “And so warm… oh yessss…” his voice trails off into a moan when he loses himself in the ecstasy of the moment.

Nanny!House-Carl

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know about you guys but ended up adopting two children way before my DB ever got married, which means that for most the game, my children were essentially home alone with no one to look after them except which ever house-carl was assigned to whatever home I had them living at the time, and I always kind of wondered...what do they do when Mommy/Daddy is away on adventures? Does my house carl ignore them or is he/she now taking on the unexpected duty of watching my children? Technically, they did all swear to guard my DB and all that she/he owns, so does that include my little ones? That's a tough gig, especially with the two of them fighting, bringing home pets, getting into the kinds of trouble kids normally do and probably some extra shit as well if they found any of mommys/daddys souvenirs from my DB's many travels. Have they bonded? Are they ever sad when I move the kids to a new home and they become another carl's responsibility? Are they relieved when their Thane FINALLY gets hitched and another pair of hands moves in, one who is actually expected to help with the children specifically? What about one of the homes my DB built themselves and is thus staffed with other people, do they help at all?

I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WONDERING THIS!

potential A!anon

[(Anonymous)]

OP, are you me? I was wondering this exact thing.
Do you have a specific housecarl you want to see? (Like burly Argis doting on DB's kids?) Or maybe someone else.
Favorite kids? Sophie, Lucia, Samuel Hroar so on..

When a Game of Thones and Skyrim collide...

[(Anonymous)]

This has been an idea that's been floating around my head for quite some time. The worlds of Westeros and Skyrim are about level as far as time period and technological advancement go--with some obvious exceptions.

My prompt is thus: instead of sending the last Targaryen's across one sea, they were sent across the ocean/to another world (filler's choice, totally). I always thought that it would be poetically just for one of the last dragon's to be the last Dragonborn. Brownie points for being haunted by the ghost of some relative (Aerys II aka the Mad King or Rhaegar).

Prefer OFC to be female (sorry, no Dany as I just cannot see her killing a dragon or going after Miraak).

Kinks are wide open as this could range from a simple oneshot to something epically huge. Multifills are encouraged as always.

Punishment FDB/Serana/Nazir/MOC/misc_Dark Brotherhood

[(Anonymous)]

AU...kinda So fDB has been proving herself to be quite the assassin lately as the new recruit that joined the Dawnstar Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary.

Unfortunately lately the Dragonborn seem's to have gone missing for a good few week's after either Nazir or the Listener handed out some contract's to her which required her to assasinate rather important people for someone like Maven Black Briar for example who has been hounding the Dark Brotherhood recently and threatening to alert the authorities where their Sanctuary is if they dont hurry up and get to work.

The Dragonborn finally return's to the Sanctuary with her recent follower Serana and worse yet she completely forgot about the contract's she was given as she had wound up getting involved in the Dawnguard questline and sided with the vampire's and was finally able to get the other vampires in Harkon's court to finally accept her and Serana as their leader's.

Needless to say mListener is pissed and orders Nazir and the random male Dark Brotherhood initiates to tie up the two women and gangbang the hell out of them.

At the end fDB and Serana are covered head to toe in cum.

FDB can be any race except Orc,Argonian or Khajiit

MListener can be any race so long as he joins in fucking one or both of the girl's


+Serana and fDB wind up enjoying being ganbangd and become the Brotherhood's resident whore's who wind up wearing rather skimpy Dark Brotherhood armour.


+one or more of the guy's end's up fucking Serana's glorious tit's.

(frozen comment) Re: A series of connected haikus concerning my first time adventuring with Lydia:

[(Anonymous)]

I find this very interesting to read as it really encases the internet at a whole and this meme at times. As in complaining is better than simply doing a small task to not engage with something disliked. Instead of changing followers or just sacrificing her to Boethiah like many of those who don't like her do (you know, as it's sort of weird to play a game with a follower you dislike when you have the power to change it), you choose to write a haiku about her and put in - my favourite thing - insults about her being a whore, a bitch and to keep her mouth shut. You know, lovely words that woo women and don't make them think of you as being butthurt or intellectually lacking.

I'm not a fan of Lydia at all. She very much annoys me for fandom and canon reasons but resorting to gender-based insults is just so laughably crass and narrow minded that this haiku actually makes me feel for her and less on the pain you went through with her being around. What was this supposed to be anyways? A request? A fill? It feels like you just letting off steam on a meme that could have been done on a journal or tumblr.

I don't normally comment on things like this or in this way but, anon, you just struck something in me.

Seriously. Tell her to go home to Whiterun or kill her with the ebony blade and let it go. Either that or indicate what this was other than bashing on a character you didn't like being your follower.

Musical Prompt 2: Electric Boogaloo

[(Anonymous)]

Coming across the first Musical Prompt, I loved it and the fills and thought it should be brought back but this time with a twist.

Open ipod/music player/etc.
Hit shuffle.
Three times.
Without looking.
Write for the song that comes up.

Any pairings, genders, genres, etc.

Mini-fill: Gods Bless You Please, Maven Black-Briar

[(Anonymous)]

A!A: Based on the song "Mrs. Robinson" by Simon & Garfunkel.
tags: char:maven, char:maul, char:m!NPC, char:f!NPC, race:nord, relationship:gen, kink:crack/humor

~0~0~0~0~

Where have you gone, Laila Law-Giver? Our city turns it's lonely eyes to you. Hoo, hoo hoo! What's that you say, Maven Black-Briar? Laila dear has left and gone away. Hey, hey, hey!

~0~0~0~0~

Maven rapped her fingers along the arm of her throne. Her throne. She almost smiled at the thought of it. It was about time, too, to get these damned Stormcloaks out of her city and run operations the way she wanted them.

Despite the urge, she didn't smile at all. Her lips didn't so much as twitch as she regarded the priests who stood in front of her.

“Gods bless you please, Maven Black-Briar.” The first one smiled at her. She'd have him punished for impudence later. “Talos loves you more than you will know.”

Hmmph. Maven merely snorted. The pious always believed themselves to be righteous saviors of man and merkind. She knew better. She followed money, business, and politics, and if she were dragged to the planes of Oblivion at the end of her days, so be it.

The second priest looked warmly -pathetically- at her.“Sovngarde holds a place for those who pray.”

The jarl hardly even sniffed at the two priests. Priests of Talos, here, in her city! “I should have the both of you thrown in the dungeons for bringing that old Nordic nonsense into my court. Guards!”

“Please!” The first priest threw his hands up in despair. “Just one... just a moment is all we ask.”

“We'd like to know a little bit about you, if you please,” the second one asked. Bloody waste of time. “We'd like to help you learn to help yourself.”

She raised an eyebrow, and Maul immediately signaled the guards to stand at attention. Good. The oaf was learning. “I beg your pardon?”

“Please, ma'am-”

“Jarl Maven,” she said, and Maul had his hand on the hilt of his sword already.

“I'm sorry?” the pathetic excuse for a priest asked.

“Jarl. Maven. You'll address me correctly or you'll be in the dungeons before you can say ma'am again.”

“Jarl Maven,” the first said. About time. “It's simply concern for your spiritual well-being. Since the ban of Talos worship, the pious among us have concern. That's all. We would ask you perhaps make a suggestion, if you would-”

“-to your associates in the Empire-”

“-yes, to your associates there, if they could possibly-”

“I've heard enough.” A snap of her fingers, and Maul and the guard stood behind the priests with swords at their backs. Damned fools. People who had no worldly idea of the political situation had no business bothering her, of all people. “If you're still adamant at the end of your sentence, take your case to Whiterun. Balgruuf's the only one left stupid enough to care.”

Maul grinned at her from behind the priests, who in turn looked like they'd likely soiled their smalls. “My jarl?”

“At your leisure. Two months, minimum, for causing a ruckus in the hold. Be gone!”

“Yes, milady.”

Maven finally allowed herself to smile as the two priests were dragged off. Oh, how delightful this official power was.

She could easily get used to this.

AUs!!

[(Anonymous)]

For such a versatile fandom, the kink meme and Skyrim fanfiction in general has an almost complete lack of AUs. And I eat AUs up like candy in all my fandoms, so you can see how this is just distressing. So give me your AUs! Literally any AU!

Some ideas:
• diner in the middle of nowhere AU
• college/high school AU
• organized crime AU
• crossover AU! Everyone is a Hogwarts student! Mercer Frey is a Sailor Senshi! Luke, Akatosh is your father!
• coffee shop AU
• Shakespearean AU
• battle of the bands AU (bonus points if Ulfric is the lead singer of a boyband)
• roaring 20s AU
• 50s AU with Thieves Guild greasers
• AU in space

Literally any AU you feel like writing! Any pairings, any genres, any kinks, go wild. I just have a mighty need for AUs in this fandom.

Re: AUs!!

[(Anonymous)]

Ugh, anon. You're after my heart I swear on me mum.
I'd love to do one for you. Especially a coffee shop since those are literally the breeding grounds of those great craigslist 'I Saw You...' and a Skyrim 'I Saw You' has always been on my backburner...

Diplomatic Immunity

[(Anonymous)]

(or Season Unending)

So, when the dragonborn is not in the room... what does everyone do? In Diplomatic Immunity after they escape to cause havoc, does everyone at the party hear and awkwardly watch the Thalmor lock the place down or are the guests subjected to Erikur's boasting or one of those party games? I mean, I just can't see everyone standing around and drinking for the entire time since I'm sure that would only lead to disaster as drunk Nords probably mean fist-fights.

Or in Season Unending, the Dragonborn takes a while to get there and everyone seems to be in place by the time they come. Do they speak beforehand? (how can they not?) Are insults thrown around or sass? Is there a fist-fight?

I guess I'm interested on what everyone does while the dragonborn is off doing their thing.

The Wreck of the Thalmor Embassy [Tags + Summary]

[(Anonymous)]

after much debate i was told to post this so fiiinne but super apologies over it like omg im so sorry im so ill


Characters: F!PC, Jarl Siddgeir, Jarl Idgrod, Maven Black-Briar, Elisif the Fair, Erikur, Elenwen
Genre: Light comedy, heavy drama
Relationships: None
Warnings: Language
Summary: A poor girl has no place being among the elite and nobility of Skyrim.

Tags: char:F!PC, char:siddgeir, char:erikur, char:elenwen, char:elisif, char:maven, race:altmer, race:nord

Notes: Pride and Prejudice came on television and since I'm sick (so sick omg) I just watched it and sort of had to write this after. The nobility in Skyrim is cruel and for a literally poor girl from the woods to be thrown into that, well. Let's just say it's devastating being looked down at. For anyone. HAVE SOME JOLLY FUN DRAMA.

Teamwork!

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know about the other Anons but my Dragonborn is never Also the Harbinger, Arch-Mage, Listener and Guildmaster at the same time. They might be the Dragonborn and the Archmage, but they are never all of them. I have an individual character for each occupation because I am v. v. sad. O well.

Anyway I would like to see a fill in a world where the Dragonborn, Harbinger, Listener, Arch-Mage and Guildmaster all have to work together! Maybe the Thalmor have Conquered Skyrim, or the DB decides he needs some back-up Kicking Dragon Ass, or they form a pact and decide that they can rule Skyrim without any High-Kings or Generals. In any case the five most powerful people in Skyrim team up and get shit done. Anything else, any plot, kinks, so on is up to the A!A.

It would be fabulous if all of the characters aren't Nords but somehow, along the way, Skyrim has become their home.

Re: Teamwork!

[(Anonymous)]

*puts fingers together* Excellent.
I second this motion.

Console Commands

[(Anonymous)]

The console commands are useful, and I'm pretty sure every PC gamer uses them at some point. However, since they're cheat codes, no one notices if the PC is suddenly walking through walls or taking a sword to the gut without flinching, and no one comments on the fact that they just need to look at someone and they're dead sometimes. Resurrection makes things even weirder.

I'd like to see a story where the NPCs notice that the PC is acting stranger than usual, and not understanding how its happening. Bonus if you get the PC muttering the console commands every now and then.

I don't particularly care about the gender, race, or kinks applied, so long as it is funny.

Re: Console Commands

[(Anonymous)]

Well, fuck me, I gotta at least try to fill this >:I

I'll try filling tomorrow, anon c: But I can't really make promises and I might be busy but I'll try!

Love for the Sidgeir

[(Anonymous)]

I feel like he deserve more love.
So I want to ask for a fiction where the PC became the Thane of Falkreath and does things a good Thane is supposed to do: Protecting the people and doing tasks for the Jarl. The PC should be very loyal to Sidgeir to begin with and sympathize with the way his Jarl is handling things.
So in short: I am looking for some friendbonding (with maybe some smut at the end uvu).

PC preference: Male Dunmer. (To add a challenge (if you want to): Write the PC as a mute.)

Re: Love for the Sidgeir

[(Anonymous)]

*inhales*
*exhales*
Yeah, okay. I already got two other Siddgeir things on the go but what the fuck, what's another for my favourite Jarl? I spend enough time with him in-game already, what's another new save file and 20 hours of creeping in the Longhouse...

Give me a bit of time to mess around with this, anon and I should get something on the go. It'll probably just be a bromance story but hopefully I can make it amusing.

F!DB/Northwatch Keep

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah, okay, I initially hated the Thalmor like everyone else and really wanted to save Avulstein from those monsters. But that was then, this is now and I crave the dragonborn breaking into Northwatch Keep now not to save Avulstein but to get 'captured' and 'tortured' by the guards. Especially the Thalmor Wizards and their electrical attacks.

And as a really cruel bonus, Avulstein is still in there while she does it and is subjected to hearing her while she's being 'interrogated' by the guards. Whether he knows she's doing this intentionally or not is up to A!A.

Prefer a Nord or Imperial Dragonborn.
Squicks: Bloodplay, Non-con and any bathroom things.
Roleplaying Non-con is fine though, as long as it's revealed it's been agreed upon.

Jarl Skald the Elder is Hung like a Horker: size kink, F!DB

[(Anonymous)]

Somehow the Jarl of Dawnstar coerces a female dragonborn into his bed and she is pleasantly/frighteningly surprised to discover the dirty old man is hung like a horker.

Dub-con would be welcomed but please no actual non-con or scat.

Twin Dragonborn

[(Anonymous)]

A while back I saw a prompt for twin Dragonborn. I had started writing it, but disliked it, scrapped it then rewrote it again, and now I'm reposting the prompt myself. I'm possibly going to fill this one if I have the courage, but basically here is the prompt:

Twin Dragonborn and their adventures in Skyrim and preferably be the same gender but you're welcome to make it fraternal.
I recall there was preference for race, but for me, I don't mind anything or anyone.

LIs and the twins' love lives are much appreciated as would some good ol' smut, but not necessary.

Kinks are up to the filler so have at it! All I want is twin dragonborn, but trigger warnings such as non-con and watersports would be much appreciate before you post the scene.

Re: Twin Dragonborn

[(Anonymous)]

Twin here! I wonder how the twoDBs would react to the stupid things people always seem to ask twins.

"So can you like... read each other's thoughts?"

"Can you like sense when the other one's in danger?"

"So are you identical.... everywhere?"

If I only I could dual fus-ro-dah in real life.

Mjoll the Lioness

[(Anonymous)]

Mjoll? Any Mjoll at all?

I've been scouring lj for days trying to find me some sweet Mjoll!

I don't care what it is - het, femslash, incest, non-con - whatever, I don't care. I don't.

Just, someone, something, PLEASE??

Re: Mjoll the Lioness

[(Anonymous)]

I can't quite put my finger on it but I always come away from any time spent with her with the distinct impression that Mjoll is a dirty old nord....

F!PC + Indaryn (Dub-con/Con)

[(Anonymous)]

The Dragonborn thief was brazen enough to pick-lock and attempt to steal the items from the Black-Briar Meadery.
Indaryn catches the stupidly brave thief in the act but has other ideas for the pretty imbecile to pay. He offers the thief an "alternative fine" to avoid hired thugs and Maven Black-Briar's wrath. Money and errands are excluded.
Ooooh, what in Oblivion has the thief gotten herself into?

Kinks - dirty talk, pleasurable torment, chubby/overweight (Indaryn appears to be, yum), frottage, exhibitionism, spanking, double-penetration (optional), forced threesome (optional).

Squicks - non-con, scat, death, sadism,

Re: F!PC + Indaryn (Dub-con/Con)

[(Anonymous)]

I second this!

Dragonborn + Follower, My Dinner With [Insert Character]

[(Anonymous)]

Exactly what it sort of says on the tin. The dragonborn has a meaningful conversation with one of their followers/wife/love interest/skull they carry around, etc.


Can start off silly but let it morph into something serious. Politics, religion, scientific mortality, all up for it. But please, no bashing (aka BURN THOSE IMPERIALS/STORMCLOAKS) unless it really fits the character, such as a Thalmor. Even then.

Because conversation can be sexy.

Re: Dragonborn + Follower, My Dinner With [Insert Character]

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh I have an idea for this : D

Unexpected Events

[(Anonymous)]

This can be any character, Dragonborn, Listener, random NPC or follower.

What I want is a character know for one thing doing another. A member of the Dark Brotherhood being gentle and kind for some one. Or a pillar of society corrupting an innocent.

Out of character and unexpected. Anything from simple to complex.

Re: Unexpected Events

[(Anonymous)]

Yes. A hundred times, yes.

Magical Gender Changing Dragonborn! Skyrim & Ranma 1/2 x-over, genderbend, het, slash

[(Anonymous)]

So, young DB spent his/her life running from Thalmor/Empire/Whatevs (DB's mother was a resister to the white gold concordat maybe?) and eventually mother and child found their way into Morrowind (or idk somewhere) and to the springs of Jusenkyou where kid!dragonborn fell into the spring of drowned boy/girl and henceforth changed gender when splashed with cold water (and is changed back to normal with hot water).

And so the young Hero spends most of his/her life on the run whilst changing gender on almost a daily basis, to the point he/she forgets what he/she was originally.

At some point DB finds themself in a cart heading into Skyrim and a whole new world of trouble.



Points:

Would prefer Nord!DB or a nord crossbreed, but not a desperate necessity.

Is DB embarrassed by it? Is he/she grudgingly used to it?

Would really love to see DB end up in many awkward situations with water - whilst in town somewhere, fighting bandits... during sex...

DB can be paired with pretty much anyone (multiple would be great) but would love to see a little with Ulfric, Balgruuf, Ysolda...

So basically what I'm looking for is:

The sexual (and not so sexual) adventures (and misadventures) of the magical gender changing DragonBorn!

Any/Any - Staying in bed all day

[(Anonymous)]

Give me a couple and them spending an entire day in bed. Can be because its cold outside or for a long sex session or cuddles.

Any pairings/characters, slash, femslash, het, etc.
Just no bathroom stuff or gore.

Re: Any/Any - Staying in bed all day

[(Anonymous)]

give me two hours anon i swaer on me mum

M/F vaginal orgasm

[(Anonymous)]

Can be the dragonborn or two NPCs or OCs but yeah, a guy bringing a girl to orgasm from pleasuring her G-spot. I'm sure there's some guy in Skyrim who figured out that one.

Extra points for it being someone obscure but it can be anyone.
Kinks: Size, dirty talk, denial, drawn out foreplay
Squicks: Scat, gore

Re: M/F vaginal orgasm

[(Anonymous)]

I'm just envisioning a character sending the Dragonborn on a magical quest to find the lost secret of female orgasms. "You must travel to Fuckintomb to find the lost Fuckintome of Ysgramor's Chief Fucker who did make all dem fine ass elf ladies cum."

Frozen/Skyrim

[(Anonymous)]

I know this is a bit of a weird prompt...
Anything Frozen inspired really. Doesn't even have to have characters from Frozen, maybe there's just some super over powered mage that controls frost.
Maybe they're Dragonborn, maybe they're not.
Super open prompt, is super open.

Re: Frozen/Skyrim

[(Anonymous)]

Elsa would make one hell of a cryomancer.

any!DB shouts clothes off

[(Anonymous)]

Alright, we all know the shout "Disarm"... What if there was a shout "Disrobe" (or other similar name) that shouted people' clothes off?

Do with that what you will. Can include smut or just humor.

Re: any!DB shouts clothes off

[(Anonymous)]

Can it please be Uriel Septim - "they try to cover up, but I've already seen everything..." :)

F!Dragonborn is a badass

[(Anonymous)]

That's it. I want a super badass F!DB, the most badass you can think of! She's Harbinger, she's Arch-Mage and Guildmaster and Listener. She serves soup from Alduin's skull and can kill a Sabre Cat with her bare hands. She's strong as an ox and if you got a girl around she'll sweep her off her feet. She can put an arrow in your chest from yards away, or shout you into Oblivion. Her smithing puts Eorland Grey-Mane to shame and you best believe she's kind to kids and beggars. Jarls everywhere want her as thane, she's legendary! Any race is fine, I just have a mighty need for heroic ladies.

Vasilisa the Cold

[(Anonymous)]

Her first experience in Skyrim was one not to be desired. She was after all, going to be executed for being on the border. She had been hunting quarry and gotten too close. Without any form of identification, she was listed as an illegal and thrown on a cart with a horsethief and some man with royal robes. Of course, since she had violently protested her treatment, a bit of a kerfluffle had happened and she was waking up while they neared Helgen. It wasn't long before the chaos of the Dragon's arrival had occurred.

It hadn't taken her long to react accordingly and race after one of the men. THe imperial had been kind, yes, but he had been willing to put her to the blade all the same. She didn't care about imperials or stormcloaks. In fact, she didn't bother to seek either of them out. Politics and Civil wars were for rulers. Not for simple hunters like her.

So what if the dragon turned into light and mist? It just meant she was taking their strength in a more literal sense. So what if she could pin a man against a wall from a full klik away. She was a hunter. It was normal for her to be able to stalk in shadows to come up behind her prey and leave it to quietly gurgle it's last breaths.

The Brotherhood only caught her because SHE wished it. Their leader had watched her split the Khajiit in two equal halves without batting an eye, but she had seen that gleam before. She had accepted the position as a sister of this group because they were hunters as well. She hated the leader immensely.

THe arrival of the keeper had been interesting. She liked the keeper. He reminded her of hunting dogs. All cheerful and eager to please their master, but she also saw the hackles that were raised around the Leader. He didn't like her much either. That was fine with Vasilisa. She enjoyed watching him when she wasn't off planning her executions and he enjoyed being watched by someone who didn't judge him.

it came as no surprise to her that she was chosen as listener. She was a hunter. She would follow commands of her superiors despite personal dislike. She completed her contracts without fuss or prolonged suffering. She was efficient. Cold. Precise. And if her presence was unsettling, Well...

It only made them fear her all the more.

F!DB/Stay-at-home-husband

[(Anonymous)]

When the DB returns home after her adventuring, she likes nothing more than to play housewife for her non-warrior husband.

She makes him breakfast, takes him his lunch and prepares dinner for him so it's ready by the time he comes home. And while he's eating, she's taking all her clothes off and warming the bed for him to join her.

And then they have fantastic sex (rough, slow, teasing, all of them - I'm not fussy!) and fall asleep only to start the whole routine over again the next day.

Any non-warrior husband would do (though if you could make this Balimund, I would love you forever)

The most important thing is that the DB enjoys doing this and that her husband isn't some demanding asshole, but someone who completely loves and respects her.

Just gimme some hot, domestic husband/wife loving!

Re: F!DB/Stay-at-home-husband

[(Anonymous)]

As someone who enjoys doing housework and cooking, I love this prompt and second it. Although, when you say Non-warrior, do you mean any follower or just the One-handed/Two-handed one-motherfucking-hit-kill beserkers?