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Lydia/Jenassa

[(Anonymous)]

What it says on the tin. Give me porn. Give me fluffy relationship fic. Give me femslash. Give me gen. Give me something staring these two.

Do they get down and dirty in a tent one night while following the DB around Skyrim?
Does Jenassa bang a younger, virginal Lydia.
Maybe one of them likes to be tied up and spanked.
Maybe Jenassa is married to the DB and live in Whiterun with Lydia and two kids, who pretty much have two mommies because the DB is never home.
Maybe there are no kids and these two have to deal with each other, and the rest of the town, while the DB is away.

Limits are no non-con, what goes in the toilet, gore, either of their deaths.

ART FILL: HONK

[(Anonymous)]

tags: char:lydia, char:jenassa, relationship:femslash, kink:crack/humor

Hope you don't mind such a sketchy fill if you're still looking out for this prompt, a!a; I drew this several days ago, before I saw it!

Lydia is most certainly the only person to ever attempt and/or survive doing this

Jarl's Daughter/Fem!Bodyguard

[(Anonymous)]

This is a bit specific but go with me on this!

One of any Jarl's daughters has recently come of age. So the Jarl has begun lining up suitors for her to choose one for her husband.

In case some of the suitors get a little 'handsy', the Jarl hires a female sellsword to guard his daughter.

The guard gets bossed around by the daughter for a while and only stays in the job because the daughter is absolutely gorgeous. But after getting insulted by her one too many times, the guard decides to finger her until she comes to shut her up (dub-con preferred!)

And so begins a hot love/hate relationship!

BONUS if:
- the daughter is spoiled as hell and acts VERY bratty towards everyone who serves her (including her guard)

- the fem!guard isn't a typically 'pretty' woman (she's very muscular, has scars)

- the daughter has never been attracted to men but didn't assume she was gay either...her fellow bratty friends are, after all, as gorgeous as she is. It just turns out her type is battle-scarred warrior women about 10 years older than her!

- the daughter still slings insults at her guard because she knows it'll get her well fucked (only in sex is she submissive) and she even begs for it sometimes.

- the daughter doesn't give the guard any pleasure at all (except if they scissor/frottage) and the guard actually doesn't mind as she loves going down on/fingering her.

Squicks:
non-con, toilet stuff, gore.

...wow that was long! Thanks for reading if you got this far!

Re: Jarl's Daughter/Fem!Bodyguard

[(Anonymous)]

I second this prompt oh so much.

Terrified DB

[(Anonymous)]

I use Aura Whisper a lot when I'm going through Falmer Caves & Dwemer Ruins because boy howdy it helps but I recently started up a new character and for once, I forgot to fetch the shout! I didn't realize this until after I was deep in a cave and it utterly terrified me because there was a ton of those portals the Falmer use to pop out and every step I took I was utterly freaked out at something coming at me!

The dragonborn experiences something similar. Maybe they never had Aura Whisper or they got seperated from their follower, but give me a terrified DB instead of a confident one in the depths of a Falmer Hive or somewhere terrifying.

Bonus if this was a quest given by the Companions or a similar Guild to fetch something so the DB has no choice.
Male or Female, any gender or race up for grabs.

Re: Terrified DB

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god... My Khajiit character of Vazin is exactly like that! I call him the Sacredly-Cat Dovahkiin; the Aura Whisper is his favourite Shout (hates surprises, you see).

This prompt is the most perfect opportunity to write about him! I'll keep this to one side for now, after I've finished my other fics.

Your Argonian name in the commen tongue

[(Anonymous)]

If an Argonian takes a name in the commen tongue it is constructed in a three word fashion, usually (but not always) in a verb-pronoun/preposition-noun format i.e. Scouts-Many-Marshes, Stands-In-Shallows etc.

What is your characters name, or what would your name be in this format. The argonian character I play has the maximum number of head spikes and horns possible, so I named him "Ruins-Many-Pillows". Mini-fills explaining the name are welcome, as are one line explanations. Have fun with this anons!

Re: Your Argonian name in the commen tongue

[(Anonymous)]

One of my best friends name would be "Never-Reads-Instructions". I'm sure it'll be the end of him and have assured him that I'll make sure his epitaph reads "I wouldn't be down here if I'd read the bloody instructions".

I'm sure mine would be "Wets-The-Bed". In my defence it was only the once and I was very drunk.

Het Ass-Play - M!DB or F!DB + partner

[(Anonymous)]

Will gladly accept F!DB or M!DB but I would like this to be het.

Basically, I'd like to see a guy playing with his lady's ass and her loving it.

Perhaps it all starts when she's on all fours and he's eating her out and his mouth travels to somewhere she wasn't expecting...

Bonus if said lady is a little embarrassed about liking it so much and her partner thinks her embarrassed moans are hot as hell.

Also, ass squeezing & spanking = unf.

Squicks: non-con, toilet stuff, gore.

Re: Het Ass-Play - M!DB or F!DB + partner

[(Anonymous)]

Are you opposed to spanking during sex, OP?
Also seconded.

F!DB/Any/Any - Two Guys go down At Once

[(Anonymous)]

The female dragonborn (or a PC/NPC) has two guys go down on her at the same time. Or two girls. Or a guy and a girl. Or hell, two daedra at once I'm not really picky.

Examples could be the Wolf Twins at once, Ulfric and Galmer, Rikke and Tullius, Delvin and Vex, Lydia and Aela, Ancano and Savos (or Estormo), etc. The list can go on.

Not a big fan of any bathroom related stuff or gore (don't see why you'd work that in) but dub-con is okay. Huge props to teasing the dragonborn slowly to an orgasm and maybe the two going down on her sharing a kiss. Keep it hot, messy, and totally what the dragonborn needs.

1/? "Pleasing the Dragonborn"

[(Anonymous)]

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TAGS

Characters:
F!DB: Helgny Grey-Hammer
M!NPC: Captain Aldis
M!NPC: Jorn (Bard's College)

Tags:
three-way sex, M/F/M, double cunnilingus

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Helgny Grey-Hammer decided she would take the night off. It was the long-awaited festival for the Burning of King Olaf and the world with its problems could wait. She checked her reflection in the looking glass of her dressing room in Proudspire Manor. She decided to wear her raven hair down for a change, the long waves were wild and cascading down her shoulders and back. She had even braved the snide comments of Taaire and Endarie at Radiant Raiment and purchased a special dress for the evening, not desiring to wear her Dragonbone armor for the occasion. The luxurious garment was off the shoulders and swept loosely above her ample breasts, gathering at her waist and flaring over hips like water. The deep plum shade complimented her hair and fair, Nord skin, igniting the green of her eyes.

Satisfied with her appearance, she stepped back to fasten her amulet of Kynareth. It was then she heard Jorn's drums begin, signaling the start of the festival. She looked to the window and saw the last light of dusk sinking over the mouth of the Karth River, setting the water ablaze in hues of red-gold. Helgny hastily slipped on her jeweled shoes and secured her ebony dagger - she was never without at least one weapon - and made her way out to the courtyard her home shared with the Bard's College.

She was met with people carrying torches on their way to the festival. The sounds of drums and flutes mingled with the excited buzz of conversation as the citizens of Solitude began to properly celebrate the beloved but recently belabored tradition. With the murder of High King Torygg, his young widow and the Jarl, Elisif, had canceled the ceremony believing it to be inappropriate. Helgny had played a major role, along with members of the Bard's College, Jorn in particular, in convincing Elisif to allow the festival to take place.

Helgny stopped to greet Evette San and was immediately handed a stout mug of her Spiced Wine in gratitude.

"Evette, you don't have to do that. At least, allow me to pay you."

"No, no. I'll not hear of it! Because of you, the Bard's College placed a large order for the festival and the Blue Palace has now decided to regularly order from me. I owe you everything." Helgny smiled and bowed in thanks. She walked passed the other vendors selling their wares, smiling and chatting with the many she had helped in one way or another. After a moment, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Well, if I didn't know any better, Dragonborn, I might think you were the Jarl." She turned around to see Captain Aldis of the Imperial Army.

"Aldis, whatever do you mean?" She asked, grinning.

"There is hardly a person in Solitude, nay Skyrim, that has not benefited from your heroic deeds Helgny. Always willing to help some poor sod deliver a package, kill a skeever infestation," he looked at her smiling, "or you know…save the Empire. Just little things like that."

"Ha! Oh, and I once stole a sweet roll to feed a beggar." Helgny laughed, her eyes sparkling in the firelight.

"Committing crimes, eh? I may have to lock you up and throw away the key." Aldis joked.

"Eager to see me bound and helpless Aldis?" Helgny teased, raising an eyebrow and crossed her arms. Aldis' cheeks darkened.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, it just gets better and better! Can't wait for the next installment!

MISFIRE Minifill

[(Anonymous)]

Torin hadn't wanted to buy a home in Whiterun, he missed the migrating tree cities in Valenwood, and didn't want to settle down here. The land was cold and frigid, but on the other hand, Lydia insisted she felt singled out living in Dragonsreach. Torin, being anything but a cruel elf, had relented and bought Breezehome.

Together, the two scratched up what they had left to install Lydia's bedroom, and then Torin's bedroom. The two hunted down bandit leaders seperatly, trying to make as much money as they could, to make installment after installment. But they worked too hard, and eventually, many of the bandit clans were either recovering with only two or three men left, or were eradicated. They would have to wait to get their alchemy room installed.

Lydia sat in the corner, watching Torin cook a rabbit stew, smiling. Torin poured the stew into two wooden bowls, heading over to where Lydia sat. They ate quietly in peace before Torin jumped up from his seat. "Oh," he exclaimed, "The house just gets better and better!"

Lydia jumped up and joined him in a cute little waltz exclaiming, "Can't wait for the next installment!"

The two had created a home together, all that was left was the itty bitty room behind the stairs and a child...

F!DB/Babette/Aventus Aretino - "The Gift" (Until the light takes us) / information /

[(Anonymous)]

Main characters: F!PC, Babette, Aventus_Aretino

Kinks: vampire, child, angst, family
Summary: Mallari, the new recruit of the Dark Brotherhood brings a gift to her family.



A!A word: English isn’t my mother tongue, so I’m sorry if some parts aren’t... english ._.

Re: F!DB/Babette/Aventus Aretino - "The Gift" (Until the light takes us) / [1/?] /

[(Anonymous)]

No one seemed to like Mallari in the Sanctuary. No one. Astrid hated her because she criticized the way she runs the sanctuary. It seemed that the Nord woman didn’t appreciate the Ayleid’s reproaches about abandoning the tenets and the veneration of Sithis and the Night Mother. The bloody bitch said that they were fables. Fables! Mallari thought she had misheard her when she first her Astrid saying that but she didn't. And that upset her. The tenets, the Night Mother, Sithis... They were the essence of the Dark Brotherhood! Who was Astrid, and how could she dare to decide such things?! And since this quarrel, the two females hated each others. And because of this, Arnbjorn and Veezara, Astrid’s loyal pets loathed her too. The two other one that shared Mallari’s opinions were Gabriella, a female Dunmer, and Festus Krex, an Imperial sorcerer. But when the Dark Elf saw the Black Star, the desecrated artefact of Azura among the Ayleid’s things, she started to avoid any contact with her, fearing that the daedric prince’s wrath could fall on her. So Mallari thought she would find in Festus a good friend, someone who shares her views about the tenets and who was also very interested in magic. But the mer’s enthusiasm disappeared when Krex started to dislike her due to her rank of Archmage at the College of Winterhold. The old grumpy Imperial hated everything that was related to the College. And the others members of the Brotherhood? Well, Nazir despised her for a reason she didn’t get and Babette feared her, as she was a vampire lord.

Mallari sighed heavily on her chair, drinking her potion of blood with sorrow. This Sanctuary may be her house for now, it wasn’t a home, and its inhabitants weren’t her family. She felt quite alone and started to wonder if she should join the Companions or maybe re-integrate the Thieves Guild, before remembering the reason why she left them.

The door cracked suddenly, and the small silhouette of Babette slid discreetly inside the room. As the “child” didn’t notice her, Mallari stayed quiet, observing her. The little vampire grabbed quickly a sweetroll and ate it greedily in the same manner a normal child would. The Elf couldn’t help but smile when the little girl left furtively not unlike a child who did something stupid and who didn’t want her parents to know it. But Babette was no child. She was an adult woman trapped in the flesh of a young girl. She may had told Mallari that she appreciated her state, the Ayleid was no fool. She knew that the little vampire was feeling lonely and that she hated being stuck between her childish features and the adult world where she was living in. Even inside the Brotherhood the Breton girl was removed by the others.

Emptying her bottle, Mallari got up, heading for her bed, taking a book at random as she was passing near bookcases.

It was after opening the book that an idea came to her mind.

Fluff - Any Character

[(Anonymous)]

As much as I'm a huge fan of smut, the things that usually kill me the most is adorable fluff. Like rot-your-teeth cute fluff with a character. Doesn't have to be with their love interest although anything cute between couples does knock me dead.

Some thoughts:

- Farkas finding a puppy (Or anything with Farkas because he's precious)
- Anything with Gelebor
- Anything with the orphans
- Snuggles in bed
- Taking care of a sick follower/loved one
- Showering love on Pets/Faithful horses
- Cooking for a loved one or housecarl

...And I'm sure there's a ton of other scenarios to come up with.

Give me a toothache anons!
And if you want to include smut I just as no non-con/dub-con or bathroom stuff.

Fill, Just tonight, a Rozenn/Galmar fic

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric knew the Dragonborn was attending her duties in the Mages' College, so when Galmar stayed in the Palace after finishing his duties as Housecarl to the Jarl, Ulfric said nothing.

Galmar glared at Ulfric, as if daring him to comment on where he spent his nights, where he would spend tonight, but Ulfric knew the loneliness of a cold, empty bed, and he did not begrudge his oldest friend a night in his old rooms. Ulfric raised a mug in a silent toast and departed the main hall. Galmar sat back on the bench, let his head fall back on his neck, and groaned. Damn uppity Breton mage, he thought, not for the first time. He rose from the table and padded slowly to his old rooms.

Galmar slept poorly, the nightmare vision of those soldiers and civilians he had failed to protect returning to haunt his sleeping mind. After tossing and turning, Galmar gave up the pretence of trying to sleep, and sat up in bed. His eyes well used to the dimness of the room spotted a shadow inside the door.

"Who goes?" Galmar growled, hand on his axe.

"Only me, love," replied Rozenn in a tired voice. "I didn't mean to wake you. I thought I was being sneaky."

"You didn't wake me," Galmar grunted, masking his surprise. He replaced the weapon on the bedside stand. "I didn't even hear the door opening. It was the... the dreams, again."

Rozenn dropped her pack to the floor with a light thump, and hooked a magic stave on the wall-mounted weapon rack by the door, knowing how Galmar disliked such weapons. She pulled her robes up over her head, tossing those to the floor by her pack, and, clad only in breastband and loincloth, made her way to Galmar in the bed.

"Mmm," she moaned lightly as they kissed, gladder than ever that College business had brought her back to Eastmarch when his arms wrapped around her, and drew her flush against his warm body.

"You're cold," Galmar noted, dragging the bedclothes over her.

"I don't know if you noticed, love, but Eastmarch isn't exactly as temperate as, say, the Alik'r or the West Weald," Rozenn murmured, amused.

"Let me warm you up," Galmar said between gentle kisses to her temples and crown.

Rozenn shook her head. "Not tonight, love. I'm all but wiped out. Bloody Eye of Magnus opened gates in Eastmarch, and I had to close them. I'm all out of magicka, and I have to get back to Tolfdir to tell him it's done. I just wanted to see you," she explained. "I'll stay - just tonight - and return to Winterhold at first light."

"Just tonight," Galmar harrumphed, but patted the mattress beside him. Rozenn kissed him again, then curled up, her back to his belly.

"I'll sleep better here than on the road, anyway," she said, sounding defiant.

"I'm not complaining, Breton," Galmar replied around a yawn. "So will I."

They slept.

*-*-*

Tags: Series: Rozenn-the-Breton, Char: F!Breton!DB, Galmar Stone-Fist, Ulfric Stormcloak, Kink: Fluff, Het, gen

Give me your crazy, your Cracky Dragonborns.

[(Anonymous)]

So this week after my cat Fluff decided to wrap himself around my new crystal and purr like a motorcycle when i played Khajiit like to sneak on my phone, i made him into a Dragonborn. Fluff the Khajiit, orphaned during the great war, named because "he's so FLUFFY" and i plan to have him hang on to every gem he finds and drop them on his bead to sleep on. That's my brand of crazy cracked out Dovahkiin, what's yours?

Re: Give me your crazy, your Cracky Dragonborns.

[(Anonymous)]

I have Ludovico 'Trouble' SomethingDunmery. Really, 'SomthingDunmery' is his last name. His first name is Ludovico because his father was an Imperial. Really he is from house Telvanni but he's their black sheep, always running around getting into trouble and dabbling in necromancy. They're kind of give him a silent nod for the necromancy but they forbid him to use the name Telvanni when he's out doing stupid things, so he goes by 'SomthingDunmery' instead.

He has a bad attitude and is unnerved by the sight of cabbage. Something about the unnatural texture. He likes beards though, so Skyrim is an emotionally challenging place for him.

Then my sister made and Argonian called 'Flicks-Boogers-Far'... supposedly that was what he was arrested by Tullius for, for flicking snot at the soldiers. Alas, Flicks didn't really get much of a story beyond that...

Crossover of Thief/Skyrim - Garrett and the Thieves Guild

[(Anonymous)]

After playing Thief, I immediately set about wondering how the Thieves Guild would react to such the Master Thief of Garrett. Hell, I even made up a Skyrim character based off and is Garrett.

So what I would love to read is bets and competitions of Garrett against members of the Thieves Guild - would he best the master Pickpocketing of Vipir the Fleet, the Lockpicking of Vex, Sneak of Delvin, Archery of Niruin and so forth on jobs.

Major bonuses of back-talk, cattiness and snide remarks exchanged between Garrett and members of the Thieves Guild. I would love it if it were your DB/Guildmaster who invites him and introduces Garrett to the Guild; your PC could be good-old friends or perhaps related to the legendary thief.

Would also love it if Garrett was infamous in another country, dismissed and seen solely as a make-believe legend in Skyrim.

Smut is not on my top list for this but you can fit it in there if you like - would just love some good ol' slash! ;-)
Kinks are hair pulling, rough and/or adrenalin-fuelled sex, up-against wall/table, steamy and rough kissing, dry humping, dirty talk, scratching, (optional) exhibition/voyuerism, (optional) threesomes/group sex.
Squicks are non-con, sadism, necro, blood play, knife play.

Mini fills and Multi fills are encouraged.

Now my fellow thieves, I hope you have fun with this~

Songs of Tamriel

[(Anonymous)]

I love listening to the bards songs in Skyrim, but I'd love to hear some from other cultures.
A story about a non native singing a song from their homeland while onlookers listen.
How they react, the setting, the characters, all up to AA.

Re: Songs of Tamriel

[(Anonymous)]

This is just one song of several originals, in a fan fic piece that has reached novel length. Let me know if you'd like more, anons! F!DB is Nord, raised in Cyrodiil.

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The following day, Katla made good on her promise to Vilkas and headed to Riverwood to choose the lumber for his bookcase. It was a fine, blue day, with the shrubs along the road changing colors to the russets and golds of the season, and Katla couldn’t help but sing to herself as she walked, a traveling song that had once stirred the wanderlust in her soul:

The road, it rises up to meet
The dust of ages on my feet;
The rolling hills, they stretch away:
Conquests for another day.

The travelers I pass, they know
That I have been where they now go.
My eyes have seen the farther shore;
My heart still hungers, yet, for more.

The fields of spring, they call to me,
The summer on the restless sea,
The autumn forests’ rustling show,
The winter mountains, bright with snow.

Suddenly, Katla heard the sound of a lute, accompanying her, and as she sang the last stanza, a golden tenor voice rose in harmony:

While weary at the end of day,
No homely house yet bids me stay;
The road, it sings a siren song —
To it alone do I belong.

“Well sung, my lady fair!” cried the golden-haired man with the lute, coming around the bend. “And I approve of your choice of ballads! The Ballad of the Road has always appealed to me…”

“And well-played and accompanied, master luthier,” Katla answered demurely, bowing. “Music is good to find, wherever one might. Tell me, what calls you to the Road this day?”

“Why, to bring music to my fellow man — and woman, of course!” he cried, taking her hand lightly and pressing a chaste kiss upon its back. “Talsgar the Wanderer, at your service, my lady.”

Katla laughed, lightly. “Such courtly manners, for the open road! I would have expected more to find them in a Jarl’s palace!”

“Nay, my good lady, for do not the common folk also deserve the joys of music as well? High or low, I sing wherever the Road takes me, to whomever the music pleases. Shall I play you something, to ease your travels?”

“I would enjoy that, O bard,” Katla smiled, falling easily into the man’s florid, formal patterns of speech.

Talsgar played her The Dragonborn Comes, startling her with his choice. Does he know? she wondered.

Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart.
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art.
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.
It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes.
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.
For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows.
You'll know, You'll know the Dragonborn's come.

“Some say that the Dragonborn has returned,” Talsgar said at the end of the song, his eyes full of fire and wonder.

“I know,” Katla answered, smiling mysteriously and heading on her way.

[(Anonymous)]

U R A............BADASS

Misfire: Carvings from the Past

[(Anonymous)]

"Ondolemar! Where is he?! Ondolemar!" his name was being shouted down the hall and the Thalmor Agent lowered his book, irritated, the cup of tea in his hand being delicately placed down on the stone table where it was sure to get cold. He looked to his soldiers who had stopped their meal, eyes on him and he sighed.

"Wait here," he said as he got up, wandering out of their quarters to come and see the Jarl of Markarth who was angrily standing by his throne, his housecarl and steward beside him looking at the arm. He stopped at the foot of the stairs and crossed his arms. "Yes?"

"What is this?" the Jarl demanded and he stared at him.

"What is what?" he said and the Jarl pointed at the arm of his throne as if he was banishing it. Ondolemar sighed and walked up the stairs, looking to what the fuss was about. In the arm of the throne was something carved deep.

'U R A....... BADASS'

He stared at it. What the fuck was that? He turned to the Jarl who was staring at him as if he should know and he stared back. "If you're entertaining the idea that I did that, don't. I don't write like a lame goat, let alone have the ability to carve into stone."

"Who did this?" he demanded and Ondolemar scoffed.

"How should I know?!"

"You're always up," Faleen pointed out making him turn to her. "Surely you would know since you never stop marching up and down the halls."

"That's because I can't sleep," he sneered. "Your stupid stone beds see fit to that."

"So you admit to being up? Who did this then!?" the Jarl demanded again and he stared at him, getting irritated himself.

"I said I don't know!"

"Well then, who would?! Aren't you a master investigator? Find out who did this!?" Igmund nearly exploded and Ondolemar stared down at him, his tongue pressing against his cheek. All eyes were on him and he straightened his robes.

"Fine," he muttered, turning to leave. He pushed past the guards gawking from outside and made his way back to his room, grabbing his tea to take a delicate sip, his blood boiling. His soldiers waited, quiet, for any word.

"Who is the most disliked man in Markarth?" he asked and his soldiers said nothing.

"Probably Thonar Silver-Blood," the female soldier said and he nodded. Yes, he would do.

"Good. Well, the Jarl has his panties in a bunch over someone carving into the throne's arm. Say it was Thonar and we'll call it a day," he said with a shrug, grabbing his book to settle back down. The two soldiers exchanged a look but they smiled and went back to eating. Ondolemar sighed and leaned back in his cold stone chair. "I hate this fucking place."

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Humana inspired to nightmare (Until the light takes us)

[(Anonymous)]

Main characters: F!PC, Argis, Thongvor_Silverblood, Thonar_Silverblood
Minor characters: Jarl_Igmund, Tacitus_Sallustius, Yngvar, various Markarth_NPCs, mercenaries
Kinks: vampire, loyalty, fear, hate, combat, mystery
Summary: A housecarl’s job is to protect his thane until death. Even when the whole city wants the said thane dead as she's suspected of being a vampire...

A!A word: English isn’t my mother tongue, so I’m sorry if some parts aren’t... english ._.

Re: Humana inspired to nightmare (Until the light takes us) [1/?]

[(Anonymous)]

They were rumours going round the city. Tales of gleaming red eyes in the dark that were following you in the street at night. Whispers of smoke coming out from a fully cloaked figure. Reports talking about a woman with no shadows following her steps. Accounts of a grin composed with sharp teeth. Rumours of a vampire who left frost on the pillow of its victims.

The guards said that it was the thing that lived in the abandoned house that did this. That there was no vampire. But they were fresh bite marks adorning their arms and necks when they said that.

“Those guards are no longer guards of Markarth.” said one. “If there are any guards in our city, it’s those of that beast’s den!”
And those who heard him agreed. And so did the whole city not long after. Guards will be no help to track the monster. So they asked jarl Igmund for assistance. For protection. But he didn’t believe them. There were neither vampires nor Forsworns in his city. And the ones who contradicted him were send to Cidhna mine, accused of conspiracy, of plot. As soon as some people were sent down the silver hole, Markarth became quiet again. But whispers could still be heard in the Silverblood-Inn accusing a person or another. But most of these accusations led to nothing, as they were the result of an amount of fear, hate and of an exacerbated paranoia. Nonetheless there was one that rumours seemed to pursue. And those suspicions soon gangrened the city.

“Look!” one said at the marketplace, whispering to his neighboor. “She’s here!”

“Her eyes, Divines, have you seen her eyes?”

“And her skin! Gods, she’s so pale!”

“Shh... She’s looking at us!”

They stopped as her gaze fell upon them. Did she hear them? A bulky Nord came to her side, whispering something to her pointy ears. She frowned her brows as she heard his words and left the market soon after. Every eyes were fixed on her back.

“Did you see? Did you see?”

“What did he tell her?”

“Look, she’s wearing so many clothes! We can barely see her skin!”

“Isn’t that smoke coming out from her?”

And it continued in every houses, stores and buildings of the stone city. Regardless of the hour of the day or the place, the words “Thane” and “vampire” were in every mouth.

DB with no political leanings. Kicking ass at the peace council.

[(Anonymous)]

So, the title might be a little strange. But what really annoyed me at the peace council (besides the fact that just about everyone present were acting like petty squabbling children.) was the fact that the DB has to choose who to cede land to and then hear either side whine when he/she doesn't favor them. So I want a story where the council comes to pass and DB doesn't give a shit about the war and who wins it. He/she just wants them to stop fucking slaughtering eachother for a set period of time so he/she can get the dragon and get to Alduin.

Bonus points: If he/she kicks out Elenwen because if there is one thing they can agree on it's that the Thalmor need to be driven out.
If he/she goes on a rant that manages to chastise both sides as he/she explains why he/she won't support either group.
If said rant also includes telling off either Arngeir or Delphine.

Gender and race can be whatever anon likes though I think it would be more interesting with a non-human DB.
I might do a self-fill of this eventually. But other fills are still welcome. I just really hated everyone's attitudes during that entire damn conference. Can you tell?

Possible A!A

[(Anonymous)]

Finals week is over and I have two poor neglected little fills but I do so want to do this with Lendri.

Aicantar + kids, Dwemer museum

[(Anonymous)]

If you move your kids to Vlindrel Hall, they'll mention that Aicantar showed them the museum and how nice it was. So I want to see him giving a tour of the museum to some kids (either the DB's or some other random kids) and being a huge dork explaining what eveything is. And the kids either being really interested or huge brats, whatever. Bring the funny, anons!

Re: Aicantar + kids, Dwemer museum

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding! Aicantar and Calcelmo are the cutest Altmer dorks!
Also for the fact Aicantar is scared of half the stuff in the museum. I'm sure a bunch of kids could turn that into an absolute nightmare for him.

Varuo- M!DB/Cicero 1

[(Anonymous)]

Hey everyone I am back for the first time in maybe a year, I'm "the artist" anon from the Vilkas fictions. The artist is now dubbed "Chac"

This is my first full ficlet I’ve ever written about Chac and Cicero. (Hehehe I wrote it while I was in the ER for 6 hours. you can imagine my evil giggling in between hilarious bouds of projectile vomiting, now)

Just a few notes to point out: This takes place sometime in relatively midpoint area of Chac’s attempts to alleviate Cicero’s worst symptoms of his madness. (It’s a very long process) They’re quite smitten with each other at this point and comfortable like dear friends. Some of Cicero’s in-game behaviors are starting to take a backseat when they’re together. And it’s starting to become more and more common that they’re out on the road together. (~4 years post-game)

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"Listener, over there!" Cicero calls out, driving blizzard snow coming down on the two assassins as they combed the shoreline of the Sea of Ghosts.

"Thank Sithis" the elf sighs, both coming into view of the strange tent that was sheltered under a massive projection of glacier ice.

They'd been out on the road for days now, just the Bosmer and his musing minstrel Cicero on the frigid open trail Northbound. The destination wasn't quite set, It never really was when you traveled with the Dragonborn, and the artist was so prone to following his inquisitive heart that more often than not, they got lost. But this was far more lost than they've ever been, in this eternal frigid hell that was the Sea of Ghosts. Both of them cursed and swore all the way as they walked west along sand and gravel. The sky was gray, the water, the mud, all gray and there was no path up the sea cliff for miles. If they didn't freeze to death tonight Chac swore he'd pray to Mara for weeks.

But up ahead there was what appeared to be a massive overhang in the ice, not unlike the slab that Winterhold remained upon. Beneath it no snow fell, wind curled around it's shape and left the tall tent untouched and eerily still. Approaching it came without danger, both men walking in and looking about, fading light making it difficult to tell what was what.

"This is the best we're going to get, that's for sure. Let's stop here, Cicero. I can't take this cold anymore." He threw off his pack, set down his weapons and looked to the firepit that lie just beyond the exit flap. Cicero copied him as the elf worked his survival magic on what was left of the tenant's firewood. Warmth soon came to their faces as they huddled around it. The little Imperial looked about, at the strange way the snow and wind just billowed out from above them and left everything below it untouched. The full-height tent behind them was fashioned of expensive leathers, but it was inside the tent that most caught his dark eyes.

"Ohhhohohoho! What happened here, I wonder?" Cicero jested, tilting his head and holding his knuckles against his temple in pretend thought. Chac turned his gaze and soon laughed alongside his Keeper. Sprawled on the floor where two bedrolls, well used, scattered uncorked bottles of wine and frozen mountain flowers decorated the meager hut of adultery. Chac mused, it wasn't uncommon for the Nords to escape into the wilds for romantic trysts, (especially for the young and shy) and this tent must have hosted more than a few.

"Looks like some naughty Nords needed a nonpublic night of nightmarishly necessitous necking, no?" the elf alliterated, grinning and toeing a bottle away from a bedroll before seating himself atop it, cross legged.

"Oofff..that's a good one. Damn you." Cicero cursed, he'll never beat him at this game at this rate. He plopped himself down beside the elf and took off his heavy fur cloak, leaving himself in only the leather of his new Dark Brotherhood armor. The fire warmed the inside of -their- tent, and it was the first sliver of comfort they've felt since Tirdas.

"Do you think there was any..you know. Spillage, here? The Nords are known for their illustrious 'pull-out' maneuver."

"Oh Listener, please! Cicero was just getting comfortable!" he shook his hands in disgust, jittering.

Re: Varuo- M!DB/Cicero 2

[(Anonymous)]

"I'm just kidding of course. Do you have anything to eat?" The elf took his horn flask out from hip pocket and took a swig of the ol' Firebrand. Cicero couldn't handle it, so he didn't offer.

Sifting through his pack, Cicero squeals in joy to find what looked like the smushed remains of a once beautiful sweetroll "Oh, oh!! Not a spot of mold!"

He offers it to him to share and they do, Chac smiling darkly to Cicero, watching him scoop up a thick dollop of icing onto his index finger. Cicero stares it down with desire before bringing it to his lips and sucking it off, moaning in delight. He loved the icing the most, Chac laughed at the naughtiness of it all. Big brown eyes catch his, and the Jester sports a cheshire cat grin.

"Oh what oh what could the hungry Listener be looking at, hmmm?" he sang, watching Chac's eyebrows drawn down as he gulped his last piece of dessert. He was still hungry, yes, very... and Cicero always looked sweet to him. Especially now, with the fire catching his pretty red hair, making it glow like hot iron, the freckles along the bridge of his nose getting caught in a wrinkle while he smiled. Many would say that Cicero wasn't attractive, but it was those few and far between who got to know him the way he does. He thought Cicero was just beautiful.

"Nothing really," He deflected the man, looking out onto the fire and beyond that, the ice and seafoam sway and crash against the dark shore. Cicero groaned and slunked his shoulders down, making it obvious he wasn't just looking to tease. "Just wondering what to do now..how about...a...game?" Chac sighs, his gaze playful.

Cicero perks up again, his eyes darting around his alluring surroundings before scanning the fit elf before him. The way he sat was very statuesque, something to be admired both near and far. He wanted that. So, so very much. Both of them knew it would come to this the moment they arrived here, it was just too uncanny. How could they not?

"I know a game we can play.." Cicero smirks, his eyes devouring Chac's as he gets on his hands and knees and crawls his slender form towards him, catlike and coy.

"Huh, do you now? Can I guess which game?"

"Oh you can guess, listener, but only a madman would get this wrong!"

They stare for a little while, chac rubbing his stubbly chin and pouting out his lip. He squinted and hummed, watching Ciceros eager grin.... He was beautiful in the dark light, and he loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled . His lean body covered in nothing but the skintight Dark Brotherhood armor made Chac's cock stir under the cloth.

Chac stared him down, and Cicero knew him well enough to 'get' the face he pulled. Chac feigned an idiotic look, choosing to toy with playful Cicero.

"Is it Slapsies?"

"No! Guess again!" Cicero couldn't contain his excited giggle
"Stab and tell?"

"Close, close, but no again! Hehehe!"

Chac leaned in, face serious and concerned..

"Do you want me to count your toes again?"

"Listener! You jest with poor Cicero! Here, a hint."

Thalmor Threesome!

[(Anonymous)]

Or, in other words, Ondolemar and his guards find a better way to spend their time than just walking back and forth all day.

The guards can be a girl and a guy, two girls, two guys, whatever. Doesn't matter, so long as everyone has plenty of consensual fun, the likes of which only crippling boredom can produce. ;)

Kinks: Oral. Oral for everyone. Light bondage. Starting clothed and getting progressively more naked.

Squicks: Bathroom stuff, non-con/dub-con, humiliation, any violence really

F!DB/Ulfberth

[(Anonymous)]

(I posted this on part 4 by mistake please delete it)

I hear Ulfberth say "We should have a pint together sometime." to Dragonborn a lot in my playthrough...

So, basically the prompt is a boisterous, Nordic F!DB takes Ulfberth up on the offer and they go to the Bannered Mare to unwind. They both get a little too intoxicated and end up sleeping together. Just a one time thing though, a little secret between the two.

Please no angst, non-con, watersports, or scat.

Dub-con is cool, especially if it's Ulfberth being apprehensive since he's married and all.

Also, this might sound really picky, but brunette colored hair is preferred though not a must.

FDb/Mercer

[(Anonymous)]

Mercer has to repent by Nocturnal by being a sex slave to DB I would like to see him lol in a hearth fire house that has been emptied and she has to work hard to keep him in the house just because he doesn't have the skeleton key doesn't mean he's not a thief and during his repentance they fall in love

Re: FDb/Mercer

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding with every fiber of my being--please, someone fill this! Pretty please?

Bryn/DB/delvin sandwich

[(Anonymous)]

I want these three together at some point after F!DB has been made Guild Master. Preferably, Brynjolf and Delvin both realize they love her, although they're good enough friends not to let a woman come between them, so they end up a happy three-person couple. I'm hoping for something both sexy and fluffy, I guess.

Turn-offs: bathroom, anal, tiny young inexperienced women, noncon/dubcon, too much blood or bondage (a little is okay). Preferably human or elf.

Re: Bryn/DB/delvin sandwich

[(Anonymous)]

So, so tempted to fill this. Guess I should finish Troika before I tackle this though, shouldn't I since I've got Ulfric and Galmar sharing already. Seconding with all my heart and soul...the idea of that sweet gravel-voiced Del and velvety-voiced Bryn sharing the DB...ooo, such wonderful chills.

Protective ulfric

[(Anonymous)]

The Dragonborn is currently splitting their time between saving the world from Alduin and helping the Stormcloaks fight a civil war. In conversation with Ulfric, she happens to mention that she encountered a member of the Blades who thinks the Thalmor are behind the return of the dragons. And who has decided that sending the Dragonborn to infiltrate their Embassy is the ideal way to find out the truth.

Ulfric flips. His. Shit. Whether it's because he secretly has a thing for the Dragonborn, or because they're already lovers, or simply because he doesn't want to lose a highly strategic ally (especially to the Thalmor, since he's well aware of their talent for prying military secrets out of people...), or just because he's indignant that the Blades are sending some poor naive kid to do their dirty work, the Dragonborn gets a firsthand view of THE PROTECTIVE WRATH OF JARL ULFRIC STORMCLOAK (capslock totally necessary).

Re: Protective ulfric

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, it's a repost! I saw this prompt floating back a while ago, it's in my drabble folder. I'll dig out that piece see if I can't get somewhere with it, or at least flesh out the scene and just post that.

Sex lessons

[(Anonymous)]

The game mentions Vilkas having Ysgramor’s brains and Farkas his strength, something that comes out a bit when Farkas mentions that Vilkas called the Dragonborn the new Kodlak but he didn’t know what that meant. So that resulted in this strange little idea in my mind where Farkas is still as innocent as they get, because he’s “slow” and doesn’t know what to do with a woman (sorry dear Farkas but the story won’t work otherwise).

Vilkas decides to teach him, with the help of the DB (practice makes perfect right?). This can happen before or after she becomes the Harbinger. Also the DB can be aware of Vilkas’ plan to teach his brother and agree to it or be coaxed into it, or she’s not aware at all (maybe she’s bound and blindfolded and deaf permanently or temporarily by magic or something).

I imagine him starting with the basics, but maybe they have more ‘sessions’ and they continue their lessons in the more kinky and dirty realms.

Looking for a human F!DB, Farkas being a virgin, Vilkas being an expert on sex and teaching his brother. From there go wherever you want with this prompt, my only squicks are bloodplay and waterworks/scat, other than that you can make it as sweet or dirty as you want.

Human or mer please

Re: Sex lessons

[(Anonymous)]

Interesting to see my prompt (page 17 on Skyrim page 4) reposted, would have been nice if OP above had mentioned where the idea actually came from though... (I'm all for giving credit where credit is due). Here's the original prompt as I posted it back then. Despite the lack of credit I am glad to see it resurface, hopefully some lovely Anon will fill it!

The game mentions Vilkas having Ysgramor’s brains and Farkas his strength, something that comes out a bit when Farkas mentions that Vilkas called the Dragonborn the new Kodlak but he didn’t know what that meant. So that resulted in this strange little idea in my mind where Farkas is still as innocent as they get, because he’s “slow” and doesn’t know what to do with a woman (sorry dear Farkas but the story won’t work otherwise).

Vilkas decides to teach him, with the help of the DB (practice makes perfect right?). This can happen before or after she becomes the Harbinger. Also the DB can be aware of Vilkas’ plan to teach his brother and agree to it or be coaxed into it, or she’s not aware at all (maybe she’s bound and blindfolded and deaf permanently or temporarily by magic or something).

I imagine him starting with the basics, but maybe they have more ‘sessions’ and they continue their lessons in the more kinky and dirty realms.

Looking for a human F!DB, Farkas being a virgin, Vilkas being an expert on sex and teaching his brother. From there go wherever you want with this prompt, my only squicks are bloodplay and waterworks/scat, other than that you can make it as sweet or dirty as you want.

Any/Any - Missing

[(Anonymous)]

I recently downloaded some mods that seemed to not only changed the lighting at night but also make blizzards what they feel like - a relentless amount of blinding snow, terrifying to walk in, disorientating and freezing (and I've been in blizzards in the mountains. It's so scary at night. Like Falmer hive scary.)

My proposal is this: The Dragonborn (Or PC/Choice NPC) goes out at night and gets caught in a blizzard and gets lost. Their map doesn't help at all and the end up disorientated, even in an area they've know very well.

The DB's Follower/Friend/Lover gets worried upon seeing the blizzard hit and after the DB doesn't come home they get together a search team to go look.

I would like the Friend to eventually find them and for them to be alive but rather shaken and realizing it's dangerous to do such things, even if you are the dragonborn.

Smut isn't required but hey, if the DB needs some 'ohmygod that was stupid warm me up' sex then by alllll means. My only squicks are watersports, scat, and mutilations.

Bonus: The dragonborn gets lost on the 7,000 steps (because that was the most terrifying place to get lost in a blizzard!)

Re: Any/Any - Missing

[(Anonymous)]

I think I'll write this with Athis and the companions.

Dragonborn + Babette. A new kind of family.

[(Anonymous)]

As much as Babette views her vampirism as a great blessing and advantage during contracts, there are times when she does consider curing herself. Even a vampire un-child can grow tired of watching her friends grow old and die whilst she remains unchanging and eternal.

And after the relocation to Dawnstar she decides that she wants to be cured, oh maybe not forever, perhaps just long enough to grow up, to not be stuck in the form of a child. To sleep in a real bed and have a real family, not just a deranged jester, a murderous redguard, two timid cut-throats and the Listener.

But it's the Listener whose advice she seeks, who takes her to Falion for a cure and then adopts her as his/her daughter. It's the Listener who becomes her father, in truth as well as name, and as the years go on and Babette gains a brother and a mother/father and a dog. As she grows as a woman and finds love and other new interests, sometimes she wonders if re-joining her vampire brethren is such a good thing. Is even the power of a Vampire Lady worth giving up a family and a lover for?

Whether Babette stays human or not is up to you, i want more of an introspective piece from her pov especially focussed on her having a new family and a life she missed for so long.

Bonus.
Aventus Aretino is Babette's adopted brother.

Her mother is one of the shadier denizens of Skyrim, a prickly Sapphire or Illia perhaps? Or her other father could be delvin or Brynjolf.

Even though she's mortal now, Babette still gets occasional contracts and has to become quite inventive in how she makes her kills. Luring the mark into a dark alley by posing as a frightened yet adorable child doesn't cut it anymore when you're fourteen and a gangly mass of elbows and knees. Reverse pickpocketing a potent frenzy poison might be a better option, if she could only learn how to pick pockets well enough...