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Oh god.
I'm so very sorry.
I hadn't realised what I just wrote in my squicks part. I didn't mean to shame any kinks and I should've consider my word choice better.
I apologise to you and any other users who saw were offended by that comment of mine.

I realised there is no love so far for Savos Aren (Archmage of Winterhold College), so I created this prompt especially for him!

I want a fill of Savos Aren being sweet on the new Apprentice, who responds either bashfully at his attention or boldly reciprocates his attraction.

Basically a very smutty fill of the two going at it in his private dorm (or so they thought; enters Ancano).
So yeah, if you interested A!As are up for it can include a separate Interlude of Anacano unintentionally being a Voyeur. Even rigid, love-me Altmers can't completely reject the titillating scene of such steamy sex, he unwillingly will enjoy viewing, of the Archmage & his attractive lady student.

Majour points will be earned if the student is a race viewed lowly by Ancano personally; a mongrel/mixed race student!

Kinks: Dirty talk (from Student), oral/69 position, ear nibbling, spanking.
Squicks: Bathroom related stuff & dub/noncon.

Have fun.;)

OH DEAR TALOS THAT IS SUCH AN EPIC HILARIOUS IDEA ANON!!!! Seriously, I would love to see that!

So, my DB was trying to find someone in Jorrvaskr and I heard some Dialogue between Vilkas and Ria. It was somewhere along the lines of Ria wants Aela to train her, but Vilkas refuses because Aela hasn't used anything bigger than a dagger."

I would like some insight to how Ria REALLY feels about Aela.

Bonus if DB is already married to/in a relationship with Aela and Ria confronts DB about this.

Seconded!

As it turned out, Fiametta had only found three pinches worth, leaving him five short of enough to keep the forge going, but as soon as he showed her how he used the fire salts and she realised how important they really were, she promised him a full ten bowls.

Balimund secretly hoped she'd deliver them individually, so he would have more excuses to see her. When she flushed red and asked shyly for smithing lessons, Balimund nearly burst with pride, particularly as she chattered away about living in Whiterun and being on friendly terms with Eorland Grey-Mane. That she wished to learn from Balimund, and not the worker of the Skyforge meant something to him.

Balimund was a proud man when it came to his work, but he was not too proud to avoid easy pleasures when they dropped into his lap. As Fiametta worked the forge under his instructions, Balimund stood right behind her, arms loosely about her, as he showed her physically what he usually only described to his occasional students.

He asked if she wished to make a Stormcloak cuirass or studded Imperial armour, and her reply was decidedly neutral, "I don't think I care for either the aesthetic or the protection of either. What about leather armour like Grelka's?"

Knowing how divided the province had become, even within Riften's royal family, Balimund appreciated what a difficult choice it was for the Breton to remain impartial. If that was what her reply has meant. Sometimes he wondered if she knew what it was to mean more than one thing when one spoke.

"Balimund," she said as she rattled her coin purse for a few more septims for another lesson, "I think I'll have to wait a while before I take any more lessons from you. Is there any other task you need to get done around here?"

If only she had said "job", Balimund thought, and was ashamed of the crudity of his own mind. "No, but it'd be nice if you stayed for lunch. Can't have you going around with an empty stomach, now, can we?"

She smiled brilliantly at him. "I'd like that very much, Balimund."

"Good. I'll cook."

*-*-*

TBC

I saw this on a well known blogging site and thought it would make a great prompt here.

"Imagine your second favorite character stripping you, tying your hands behind your back, and putting a collar and bow on you, then leaving you on your favorite character’s bed as a “present” "

I see the 'present' being the Dragonborn. So 3 people who conceivably know each other, or maybe just each one knows the DB and some quest brings them all together.

Maybe DB has a follower and follower knows DB is lusting after character 3. Maybe follower dislikes DB, so they leave them for a nasty char3.

Follower could leave the DB, or wait around to present the 'gift' and a three-way ensues.

My preference is female DB with 2 other males or 1m and 1f

Could be hot, sweet or a bit of fail with char3 just laughing at the DB, could be anything, surprise me! Thanks! x

Would OP be interested in a Khajiit or Argonian fill? I cannot guarantee actually finishing one, but I've started up two new games recently, one with each of those races and I'm feeling a bit more inspired than usual, which may mean fic.

Hrongar and Proventus have recently become my favourite NPCs to eavesdrop on. They're so cute in their mutual disdain for each other.

Gimme something else mutual between them. Maybe an argument gets so heated that the only way to end it is by fucking (and then arguing about who won the sex), maybe they put on a pretence of hating each other so nobody in Dragonsreach will think they are secretly fucking, maybe they've got so drunk that they mistook each other for somebody else, and in the cold light of day want nothing more than to pretend it never happened. These are only suggestions, I'm happy with any possible reason for them to be fucking (including but not limited to BECAUSE REASONS :P) I just need me some cranky slash smut.

Squicks: Non-and-dub-con (they both gotta want it, even if they're grudgingly admitting it)
Kinks: Against a wall, oral, over a desk, oral, keeping quiet during sex, oral, mutual masturbation, oral...

Bonus: Hrongar is a weapon. Just unsheathe him and point him at Proventus :)

Seconded like whoa. That prompt is just awesome.

A new Anon slowly slinks through the tall grass and peeks out. There are so many waiting, that the Anon becomes intrigued. Perhaps a double fill will occur, as this second Anon begins the first weavings of a fill…

The cave itself was just as frigid as the outside, but at least they could see easier. Torches and walls covered in long frozen snow guided them; Barbas was a bit stunned by how quiet the pair had gone. Stout and Inigo had taken low crouching stances, with blade and bow at the ready. Their movements were slow and methodical, as if a single stray noise would bring the walls crashing down. Barbas stays just a few steps behind them, intrigued as to how they will handle this. If necessary he’d charge in and save them; he needed them alive and able to think straight to handle Clavicus Vile. The last thing the dog wanted was for them to turn on him, like others before. At the end of the first passageway was a room, with a wooden structure at one end. Immediately Stout gave some strange hand-signals to Inigo, pointing to the thrall on top and then directing the Khajiit to the exit. She passed him a potion and signed at him to drink it, then began aiming her bow. Inigo drank the potion and he was gone, barely visible to the naked eye. The two were like cogs in the same machine, working in a strange unison. As he snuck out of the room Stout fired on extremely well-aimed bow, hitting the thrall right between the eyes. And just as he dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, Barbas could hear sword cutting flesh not too far away. Stout moved swiftly to catch up with Inigo, who was waiting for her. Again more signal that only they seemed to understand and the pair moved deeper in, crouched and careful. Barbas took note that they’d also managed to avoid a tripwire, which was yet another tick in the ‘secretly Dark Brotherhood’ box. There was no way the two were nearly as stupid as they had seemed; it had to be a very well-played act. The next chamber was slightly bigger, with two vampires and a thrall this time. Stout’s hands moved at an impossibly pace and Inigo drew out an ebony bow; they were still well hidden in the shadows. Stout began drawing back her own bow and let one arrow fly, hitting the seated thrall in the next. This caught the attention of a vampire brewing a potion, who rushed to figure out just what had happened. And thus she too ended up with an arrow to the throat, which killed her instantly. She made a sound not dissimilar to someone drowning, which then caught the attention of their last target. This vampire panicked at the sight of two dead bodies and no obvious killer, but he was a little smarter. He tried to stay in the shade as well, and has cast am ironflesh spell upon himself; one arrow wouldn’t be enough. Stout and Inigo just looked at each other and grinned. Stout’s shot was first and hit him right in the thigh; not enough to kill but defiantly enough to cause pain. The vampire cursed under his breath and spotted Stout, who had the guile wave at him. And for a split second Barbas thought he’d have to save the day, but noticed that Inigo had disappeared again. Stout was either fearless or foolish, maybe both because as the vampire charged at her she didn’t move. She just unblinkingly smiled as a dagger was heading right for her face, only to stop inches from its mark. The vampire made strangled noises as he fell with an arrow sticking out of his back, but fell to Stout’s dagger as it went into his heart. Neither Bosmer nor Khajiit said a single as they moved on, and though Barbas kept moving he was rather impressed. If they weren’t some sort of assassins, the dog was pretty certain they must have had such a thing somewhere in their history. He wasn’t going to pry though; after all he had what he needed to sort this mess out. It didn’t matter were the solution came from.

The cave itself was just as frigid as the outside, but at least they could see easier. Torches and walls covered in long frozen snow guided them; Barbas was a bit stunned by how quiet the pair had gone. Stout and Inigo had taken low crouching stances, with blade and bow at the ready. Their movements were slow and methodical, as if a single stray noise would bring the walls crashing down.

Barbas stays just a few steps behind them, intrigued as to how they will handle this. If necessary he’d charge in and save them; he needed them alive and able to think straight to handle Clavicus Vile. The last thing the dog wanted was for them to turn on him, like others before.

At the end of the first passageway was a room, with a wooden structure at one end. Immediately Stout gave some strange hand-signals to Inigo, pointing to the thrall on top and then directing the Khajiit to the exit. She passed him a potion and signed at him to drink it, then began aiming her bow. Inigo drank the potion and he was gone, barely visible to the naked eye.

The two were like cogs in the same machine, working in a strange unison. As he snuck out of the room Stout fired on extremely well-aimed bow, hitting the thrall right between the eyes. And just as he dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, Barbas could hear sword cutting flesh not too far away.

Stout moved swiftly to catch up with Inigo, who was waiting for her. Again more signal that only they seemed to understand and the pair moved deeper in, crouched and careful. Barbas took note that they’d also managed to avoid a tripwire, which was yet another tick in the ‘secretly Dark Brotherhood’ box. There was no way the two were nearly as stupid as they had seemed; it had to be a very well-played act.

The next chamber was slightly bigger, with two vampires and a thrall this time. Stout’s hands moved at an impossibly pace and Inigo drew out an ebony bow; they were still well hidden in the shadows. Stout began drawing back her own bow and let one arrow fly, hitting the seated thrall in the next. This caught the attention of a vampire brewing a potion, who rushed to figure out just what had happened.

And thus she too ended up with an arrow to the throat, which killed her instantly. She made a sound not dissimilar to someone drowning, which then caught the attention of their last target. This vampire panicked at the sight of two dead bodies and no obvious killer, but he was a little smarter. He tried to stay in the shade as well, and has cast am ironflesh spell upon himself; one arrow wouldn’t be enough.

Stout and Inigo just looked at each other and grinned. Stout’s shot was first and hit him right in the thigh; not enough to kill but defiantly enough to cause pain. The vampire cursed under his breath and spotted Stout, who had the guile wave at him. And for a split second Barbas thought he’d have to save the day, but noticed that Inigo had disappeared again.

Stout was either fearless or foolish, maybe both because as the vampire charged at her she didn’t move. She just unblinkingly smiled as a dagger was heading right for her face, only to stop inches from its mark. The vampire made strangled noises as he fell with an arrow sticking out of his back, but fell to Stout’s dagger as it went into his heart.

Neither Bosmer nor Khajiit said a single as they moved on, and though Barbas kept moving he was rather impressed. If they weren’t some sort of assassins, the dog was pretty certain they must have had such a thing somewhere in their history. He wasn’t going to pry though; after all he had what he needed to sort this mess out. It didn’t matter were the solution came from.

A/N: So, this is my first fill. Please forgive any weirdness.

Evangeline let out a huff as she reached the entrance to Markarth Keep. She bent forwards, resting her hands on her knees, catching her breath. She heard her comrades approach, panting to catch their breath. “You guys okay back there?”
“Not all of us have your stamina,” Aela the Huntress replied, fighting to catch her breath. “Next time, we’re going around the mountain instead of over it.”
“That’s one thing we can both agree on,” Argis the Bulwark responded, out of breath.
On their journey, Argis and Aela did not get along well. After a mead-fueled argument at their first campsite, they never really seemed to get on well. The only time they did get along was when they were ambushed by Forsworn, but only to get in an argument afterwards over who killed more forsworn.
“Can we at least take a horse next time, if not for all the junk you find,” he asked.
The Dragonborn shot an icy glare towards her housecarl. “It’s not junk! I might need it for…something later. Or I could sell it.”
Argis chuckled. “Do you know how much crap you’ve got at home? I don’t know how many enchanted helmets one needs, especially if the owner is a master enchanter!” Aela could help but let out a small laugh. Even on their journeys together, Evangeline seemed to have a nose for those things.
“Anyways,” she started, ignoring his jibe. “I understand that we’re all worn out, but I would like to fund a treat for you guys. There’s a bathhouse here in Markarth, and I thought we could all do with a few hours of relaxation.
“I’m in, if it means no more mountains,” Aela complained. “If I have to climb one more mountain with this ice-brained fool,” she said, glaring at Argis, “I think I’ll offer myself to the next dragon I see.”
“Come on, huntress,” Argis teased. “Are you going to let a mountain best you? I thought you were made of stronger stuff than that!”
Aela placed a hand over her dagger. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you,” she threatened.
Evangeline intervened, stepping in between the two. “Enough. You’ve done nothing but bicker and argue this whole trip. If you get thrown in Cidhna Mine, I’m not going to bust you out!”
Aela lowered her hand, but her eyes never left Argis.

A/N: So, this is my first fill. Please forgive any weirdness.

Evangeline let out a huff as she reached the entrance to Markarth Keep. She bent forwards, resting her hands on her knees, catching her breath. She heard her comrades approach, panting to catch their breath. “You guys okay back there?”
“Not all of us have your stamina,” Aela the Huntress replied, fighting to catch her breath. “Next time, we’re going around the mountain instead of over it.”
“That’s one thing we can both agree on,” Argis the Bulwark responded, out of breath.
On their journey, Argis and Aela did not get along well. After a mead-fueled argument at their first campsite, they never really seemed to get on well. The only time they did get along was when they were ambushed by Forsworn, but only to get in an argument afterwards over who killed more forsworn.
“Can we at least take a horse next time, if not for all the junk you find,” he asked.
The Dragonborn shot an icy glare towards her housecarl. “It’s not junk! I might need it for…something later. Or I could sell it.”
Argis chuckled. “Do you know how much crap you’ve got at home? I don’t know how many enchanted helmets one needs, especially if the owner is a master enchanter!” Aela could help but let out a small laugh. Even on their journeys together, Evangeline seemed to have a nose for those things.
“Anyways,” she started, ignoring his jibe. “I understand that we’re all worn out, but I would like to fund a treat for you guys. There’s a bathhouse here in Markarth, and I thought we could all do with a few hours of relaxation.
“I’m in, if it means no more mountains,” Aela complained. “If I have to climb one more mountain with this ice-brained fool,” she said, glaring at Argis, “I think I’ll offer myself to the next dragon I see.”
“Come on, huntress,” Argis teased. “Are you going to let a mountain best you? I thought you were made of stronger stuff than that!”
Aela placed a hand over her dagger. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you,” she threatened.
Evangeline intervened, stepping in between the two. “Enough. You’ve done nothing but bicker and argue this whole trip. If you get thrown in Cidhna Mine, I’m not going to bust you out!”
Aela lowered her hand, but her eyes never left Argis.

Minutes later, the company entered the giant bathtub, sighing with relief as the warm water eased their tense muscles.
“Gods, I needed this,” Evangeline muttered, sinking into the warm water.
“You know what,” Aela asked, to no one in particular. “This is the best adventure we’ve been on.”
“Mmm…,” Argis responded.
Evangeline breathed in the intoxicating aroma of the burning incense around her. With every breath she took, it seemed as if her nipples got harder and certain parts of her anatomy began to warm up.
The Dragonborn looked to her companions. “Is it me or are you guys slightly turned on by this?”
Aela looked at her, a hunger growing in her eyes. “A little, yeah.” She moved closer to Evangeline. The Dragonborn ached for the huntress, wanting her to get closer.
“Oh, fuck it,” she said, quickly closing the distance between them. Their lips met, melting into the other as they deepened the kiss.
A few moments later, the heard Argis move closer to them. “I can’t take this anymore,” he growled. He tore the huntress away from Evangeline, replacing her mouth with his. Evangeline thought that Aela would kill him right there, but Aela snaked her tongue out to meet his.
Evangeline went behind the huntress, hungrily kissing her neck and moved her right hand to her head, running her fingers through the huntress’s fiery mane. Her other hand moved to her breast, working her nipple between her thumb and index finger. Argis lowered his mouth to Aela’s unoccupied breast, enclosing her nipple in his mouth.
His hand moved towards her womanhood, slowly inserting a finger into her. She gasped with pleasure. He slowly pushed in and out, eliciting moans from the huntress, whose hips began to thrust in sync with his finger. He replaced his finger with his cock and began thrusting, slowly at first, but increases his pace as Aela tries to keep up with her pelvis.
She starts panting as the both reach glorious release, and screams as she climaxes. Argis gave one final thrust before spilling his seed into her, then collapsed after exiting.
Aela turned around to face Evangeline, pulling herself closer to Evangeline. “Your turn,” she whispered seductively, lips grazing her ear. Aela pulled back and thrust her tongue into the Dragonborn’s mouth. They melted into each other as Aela began to massage Evangeline’s bundle of nerves. She put her two fingers inside of her, and tried to find Evangeline’s sweet spot. She curled her fingers, and Evangeline thrust her hips forwards, moaning with desire as Aela slowly curled her fingers. Her pelvis thrust wildly as she climaxed, letting out a scream.
They pulled away, leaning on the sides of the tub, gasping for breath. The Dragonborn closed her eyes and let out a small chuckle. “Who’s ready to climb another mountain?”

Glad you like it anon! I'm going to be busy working at a fair for the next week but then I can get back to writing again.

What the title says, Redguard!DB escapes Helghen and goes on a fucking spree around Skyrim. Camilla Valerius comment's on how she wants family of her own; DB pounds the shit out of her and leaves her with child, Ysolda wants a mammoth tusk; shit the DB's got a mammoth tusk for her in his pants... and so on.

+ Ysolda, Camilla, Carlotta Valentina, Ingun Black-Briar, Legate Rikke or any lady/ladies of your choosing makes an appearance and gets fucked.
+ Size kinked DB dick
+ Rough sex, there's so much pussy and so little time the DB fucks away, and if the woman can't get off, he just shrugs and leaves.

Just started working on something for this, because I really fucking love cracky mary-sue fun times :D

They snuck into deeper into Haemar’s Shame, a trail of bodies behind them. However all that changed when they came across a couple of Frostbite spiders, much to Barbas’ surprise. Bosmer were supposed to love nature; they could command most creature. So when Stout stiffened at the very sight of the eight-legged thing, he almost laughed.

“Kill it,” she seethed between her teeth, “kill it now, before it sees us!”

Inigo showed no visible reaction, he knew enough about Stout’s little fears. Instead he delivered one quick arrow to the beast and went a tiny bit ahead to look for more. No insects waited for them, just another thrall and probably a few more vampires. Inigo realised just how stupid it was to be more frightened by a bug then a bloodsucker, but he wouldn’t say anything. Not when he talked to Mr Dragonfly and she joined in half the time.

The funny thing about Inigo was how aware he was of his oddities. He knew talking to a bug in a glass jar didn’t really make sense, but he felt there was rarely someone better to talk too. A person who couldn’t or didn’t talk always turned out to be a good listener, as the opposite could be said. Unless of course you were an exceptionally short Wood Elf with a blind-eye, then you were good at both.

That is probably why he got along with her. For all her weird sayings and spouts of carelessness and foolishness, Stout made good company. She could talk at lengths about what she saw, and remember with crystal clarity what others had said. Idle chatter and observations seemed to be her main skill. But most of all she didn’t treat him like a lunatic; she didn’t roll her eyes when he said something out of the ordinary.

Stout was herself like something straight out of the Shivering Isles, but he liked that. After all as the old saying goes ‘birds of feather stick together’, and it was better to be a flock than all alone.

“Are there anymore?” Stout nearly whimpered and looked at him with big eyes, which would have been cute if one of them hadn’t been completely white.

“No, I would guess that perhaps that one was a pet maybe?” Inigo joked, “I hear that spiders do make for pleasant familiars.”

“B-but they wrap things in their string!” She sounded so shrill, “How can anyone like something that does that…I seen the corpses those monsters leave behind, they aren’t pretty.”

“For crying out loud, they’re just bugs,” Barbas said, “the thing was probably more scared of you then you are of it.”

Stout had a number of responses for that, most involving a few choice words. Bugs didn’t know fear- they probably didn’t know kindness of mercy either, because they were pure web-spinning evil. They tied up animals (and people) then left them for a few hours; a slow death by poison or suffocation. She remembered seeing of their little snacks still wiggling around in its tight cage; muffled screams ringing in her ears.

“Okay, how many more are left?” She refused to even look at Barbas now.

“I saw a thrall in another tunnel, but I didn’t go too deep so there may be more.” Inigo looked back, “He doesn’t come too close to this area; easy for us to get the drop on him and probably his master as well.”

“Alright then so far this has been like shooting Mudcrabs, which isn’t the best of signs when you consider just who we’re dealing with.” She had to look at the dog now, “Any chance you’ve forgotten something, because they is a little easy.”

“Just don’t be surprised if my master sends you off to the other end of Skyrim fetch him something okay.”

“I hear the Daedric never make things simple, there’s always a catch.”

“And you’ve heard right.” Stout replied.

D'Awww! Farkas would totally blush quicker over holding hands than sexing :)

Hope the writer's block clears up, as I love this story so much!

I had this fill in my head and wanted to write it out. I am going to fill myself, but I would LOVE if others filled too (I like reading other people's work because it's silly for me to laugh at my own jokes lol... see?)

Basically, Cicero has found himself in love with the Listener who is blissfully unaware of the self-torture he's putting himself though. After praying night and day to the Night Mother, she tells the Listener what's been going on and the kind, merciful (Or spiteful and tormenting) Listener offers the poor fool solace in their loins :3

Kinks: inexperience, self-mutilation perhaps?, masturbation, wet dreams P:

I think that's it :3 If you fill, I love you! :D If you read my fill, I love you too! ^o^

I love Cicero/Listener fics as much as the next person, but I'd like to see some more variety. I want smut with Cicero and anyone but the Listener. He'd meet a lot of different people while tagging along with the Listener across Skyrim, after all. Go nuts.

I'd especially like it if the Listener was female and Cicero loved MEN.

*grumbles wildly*

Why does it stop there? Just as it was getting interesting! "Do we take off the rest of your armor now?" indeed!

Also Bosmer x Dunmer is, for some reason, not a common pairing - even less so in M/M smut, so it is quite delicious for that reason too!

I like this.

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