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Listener+Target (The Sour Side of the Dark Brotherhood)

[(Anonymous)]

For this prompt I want a angst fill overflowing with emotions when the Listener has been given a contract of an old flame that s/he still holds affection or simply still cares for.
I want to see scenes/flashbacks of their time spent together the Listener recalls as s/he prepares her/himself to do their duty for her/his Unholy Matron/brothers and sisters.
I want a mixture of smut & fluff in the scenes/chapters of the Listener and her/his lover.

Bonus Sweetrolls and Septims-
• The Listener offers her/his old love to do the Black Sacrement to send in a contract of their own to kill whomever ordered for their death.
• It takes weeks for the Listener to build enough courage and strongwill after s/he has suffered such sorrow and grievance for their ex-lover.
• The Listener begs for the Night Mother/Nazir that if there's any way to cancel the contract eg kill the one who ordered it in the first place.
• The gender or race of the Listener does not matter; however I would like her/his old flame to be of another race/species different from the Listener's own.
• This can be set during the Brotherhood quest line or afterwards once they've all relocated to Dawnstar.
• I don't mind if the Listener brutally butchers his/her old lover's contract or not, I still want to see the dramatic build-up of the inner storm of emotions within the Listener as s/he commends the vengeful contract.

I have no squicks for this one, so just go wild dear anons!

Re: Listener+Target (The Sour Side of the Dark Brotherhood)

[(Anonymous)]

I love this prompt OP! Seconded!

DB/Potema/Ulfric. Reviving the Septim Empire.

[(Anonymous)]

The priest in Solitude who you talk to during the quest where you fight Potema mentions that if Potema had managed to resurrect herself she would have been a legitimate candidate for the Imperial Throne.

So, i want to see a Stormcloak Dragonborn bringing this news to Ulfric. Ulfric's quarrel with the Empire is due to the ban on Talos worship and the fact that they surrendered to the Aldmeri Dominion.

But an Empress descended from Talos's mortal lineage, an empress who he could forge a political marriage with and drive out the Thalmor, well that's an entirely different thing. Especially the Wolf Queen of History and Legend

So they forge an unholy deal, Ulfric and the Dragonborn assist Potema in her resurrection, in return for her political backing and Marriage. Potema gets to rule Skyrim jointly with Ulfric and unleash her necromantic hordes on the Aldmeri Dominion whilst the Dragonborn rallies their forces with his army of Dragons and seizes Cyrodiil.

Ultimately re-establishing a new Septim Empire with a dark dark Empress.

Re: DB/Potema/Ulfric. Reviving the Septim Empire.

[(Anonymous)]

Even though I hate Ulfric, I second this like Oblivion.

Thonar the cheating husband

[(Anonymous)]

I think we can all agree that Thonar Silver-Blood is not a nice dude (thanks, Captain Obvious). But what's more, he's also cheating on his wife... potentially with two different people. In the game files, it says he has a secret relationship with Lisbet (the owner of Arnleif and Sons) AND he engages in very flirty banter with Rhiada (the clerk at the Treasury House and Eltrys' wife). See where I'm going with this?

Basically, I REALLY want a fic where one of two things happens:

1) He cheats on his wife with Lisbet and finds out her nasty little secret that she's a cannibalistic worshipper of Namira who killed her husband and ate him (I imagine that would kill the mood real fast). Or something like that.

OR

2) He cheats on his wife with Rhiada, using his influence to get her into his bed. Cue hatesex - and angst, if Eltrys is still alive. Or maybe he's not, and then there may be angst anyway.

Have at it, anons!

DB, Apotheosis.

[(Anonymous)]

This is a twist on the absorbing dragon souls makes you immortal idea. What if it didn't just make you immortal but it also enhanced your skills. For example a Dovahkiin's natural healing becomes so juiced up that cutting off his arm is no big deal because it'll grow back overnight. Or a Dovahkiin's ward spell is so solid it can shatter a dragonbone blade swung at it.

Show me how the dragonborn deals with becoming a godlike being whilst still being on Mundus.

Re: DB, Apotheosis.

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh, I like it~! As the OP for said immortal idea, I approve and second!

Great twist on the theme. I look forward to reading what your A!As have to say~

[(Anonymous)]

Every once in a while a DB/Dragon fic comes up and I RISE OUT OF THE ASHES SCREECHING LIKE SOME DEMENTED PHOENIX.
I'm so happy :')

omg someone plz

[(Anonymous)]

if this doesn't scream 'misfire fill', I don't know what does.

I'm sorry nonny, I'm not trying to poke fun at you, but just image of a DB and dragon cuddling and then a random person/actual phoenix popping up out of nowhere and screeching at them....

I think I'm dead from the imagery.

Any DB - "Fallen Hero" trope

[(Anonymous)]

So I want to see a Dragonborn (any gender, any race, anything) who used to be this genuine, good, hero. I want a slayer of Alduin who did it because it was the right thing to do, because they wanted to save people! I want to see this Dragonborn then change.

I want to see them become... well, bad. Whether they're genuinely evil or if they're just a good person doing evil things is up to any A!A who wishes to fill. I just want to see something done with the "fallen Hero" trope.

(Romance/smut optional but I surely would not say no to them! I have no squicks nor particular kinks and am okay with m/m, f/f, or m/f)

If There is a Cure 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

Summary: Something must be done about the Dovahkiin.

She pushed open the heavy iron doors and stepped inside. It was cold here, but not quiet; she could hear conversations and shuffling and the odd mindless groaning. She tucked a lock of greying blonde hair behind her ear and ventured further underground, her ancient armour making her footsteps solid and heavy.

When they heard her, they flung their minions and their magic at her. She parried, twisted, the years hadn't slowed her that much for she'd never stopped fighting. She took a shambling Breton's head off and he turned to ash.

Pointed teeth met remorseless Akaviri steel armour, and stolen blood flowed as she drew her blade across a screaming vampire's throat. The hive was alive to the intruder now, shouted orders and running feet but still she pressed on, remorseless.

She battled her way into a large chamber, stairways leading back up to a raised dais and disappearing off into further chambers. She looked up, light filtering diffusely from hidden magical sources or crystals – sunlight would not be welcome here.

An Orc armoured in ebony and a head taller than her snarled around elongated tusks, and she raised her sword.

“Stop!” The voice echoed down the chamber. “Let her through!”

She looked up at the man standing on the dais, and her breath caught. He hadn't aged a day.

He was their golden boy. Their hero. Soreld.

Sometimes she wondered how she'd managed to keep hope alive all those years in hiding, in exile. And then he'd arrived, hair like spun gold and eyes like diamonds; strangely clear and bright. He'd accepted, without hesitation, the burdens fate had placed upon him, and he had inspired them.

He fought with boundless courage and conviction, he'd brought recruits, he'd brought honour. He'd brought the Blades back from the brink of death.

He'd been fun, too. All sly jokes and laughter as explosive as the dragonspeech he Shouted. He'd made even old Esbern feel young. He made her feel like she was on fire.

She climbed the endless stairs up to him, watched by dozens of unblinking, luminous eyes. She reflected then, how wise he'd been on that night to turn back. And she wondered why he had, wondered what he'd seen of himself.

That night he'd returned from the dead, from Sovengarde, the Blades had held a feast so loud and joyous that the Forsworn in the hills had joined in, and the entire reach was alive with song and drumming. He'd told the story of his victory, and they'd toasted him and the ancient heroes who fought beside him. He summoned them with a Shout, and they toasted them again.

Later he'd strolled out for air and she'd followed.

“I'm sorry we weren't there with you,” she said.

He shrugged and leaned against the wall, out of the wind. “Want some of the glory?” he grinned.

“No, I'm too old for glory. I'm glad you didn't have to fight alone.” She stood beside him, cold stone at her back as they gazed out over the mist-shrouded valley below.

“I saw Ulfric. I know you don't care about Skyrim's politics, but I thought it was interesting.”

He'd hated the war. He'd ended it practically single-handedly.

“You could lead us now,” she said. “You're the most qualified Blade we have, after all.”

He laughed. “I could! Go on dragon patrol. But, you know,” he looked at her from under his hair. “That would make you no longer my superior, Ma'am. Maybe that's why you suggested it?”

She protested, turning towards him, “It's a serious-”

He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up. “Is it?”

She remembered those first few heady days when they were each working out who the other was and how far they could be trusted. How he'd stared at her leather armour. How hard it had been to look the other way while he changed for the embassy party - but they had things to do. She'd always answered his unspoken questions with a regretful shake of her head. Not now.

Why not now?

“Soreld.”

Dragonborn's a secret Septim

[(Anonymous)]

So I want the dragonborn to be the descendant (grandchild or whatever makes sense, it's been, what, 200 years?) of Martin Septim and the Hero of Kvatch.

Because being Dragonborn runs in the Septim blood.

I also want the Dragonborn to not know this, but to somehow find out, because it would be interesting to see how that would affect them.

Bonus points for:

-Female DB (men are fine, I just like lady heroes)
-Any elven race (humans are fine, but I think an elf would be more interesting, and totally plausible if the Hero of Kvatch was an elf because in TES the child is the same race as their mother)
-Married to someone poor/working class? (blacksmith, shopkeeper, something like that aww)

Re: Dragonborn's a secret Septim

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded and tentative claim. Nonny would love to see multifills, though (especially as her Muses are sometimes not the most reliable) :)

Talos Worshipping Altmer DB

[(Anonymous)]

That is all. Can be as cracky or as serious as you wish. I just want to see the adventures of a DB who is a staunch believer of Talos and the reactions of their fellow altmer.

F!PC - Heretic - 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

She was somewhere in her five hundreds, bordering six if she had to guess, when they announced that Talos was not to be worshipped. This wasn't much of a change for most Altmer, who didn't give homage to the mortal god anyway, but she was not most Altmer.

An adventurer by nature, at least in her earlier years, Alvena had set out at a young age to explore the world and all it had to offer: she'd visited every province, met every race, and had seen the legendary Tiber Septim himself back at the end of the second era.

And she worshipped him fervently.

This was kept secret from others of her race, of course; she would be an outcast at best if they ever found out.

But there was still an Amulet of Talos tucked into the stuffing of her mattress. And she didn't regret it, not really.

Not until she had a reason to.

Alvena found herself at the local Mages' Guild, one of the most prominent members and rising rapidly through the ranks. Some called her a prodigy, others a genius, others still insisted that she was one of the most brilliant Mages that Alinor had seen in a while.

That, of course, led to bitterness all around, from both peers and teachers, and a sort of pungent loneliness. At the end of the day, others strove to be part of her fame or better than she was, and it made for a solitary existence.

But then she met him.

Eledor; an Altmer with hair the color of chocolate, impeccable manners, and a bright smile. A man who asked her questions about herself, who seemed more interested in her than in her fame - a more than welcome change.

He was slated to become a Justiciar, but Alvena couldn't really bring herself to care that he would be gone soon to another occupied province. Instead, they made the most of the time that they had, indulging in even those pleasures of the flesh she considered herself above.

He became her most trusted confidante, the one whom she could tell anything.

What a joke.

Eledor, upon being told of her allegiance to Talos, disappeared. Not for long, of course - perhaps an hour passed before he returned with a contingent of Justiciars bent on her submission to their demands.

The amulet kept in her mattress was used as evidence and she was sentenced to the harshest sentence allowed for Altmer.

The Thalmor soldiers dragged Alvena in front of a jury whose only option was to declare her guilty and sentence her to the rarest punishment on Alinor as the man she thought she loved left the room. Weakling.

The crowd that had gathered was immense - everyone wished to know the fate of the prodigy, the one who was supposed to have such a bright future as a teacher or a Mage.

Her punishment was to have a blade driven through both of her palms, the center of her magicka, and exile. It was the worst sentence permitted to Altmer - the lesser races were worthy of torture and execution, but as Altmer, they were supposed to be better, above killing themselves.

The pain that accompanied the blade in her hand was brutal, and the elf wasn't given any form of relief. Despite the lack of torture and death in her sentence, the piercing of her palms was in no way kind - she would be unable to cast a spell until her hands healed fully, a long and arduous process, and they would always burn when she spell-cast.

Exile - now that was easier. Many might consider that to be worse - being cast out to live with lesser beings? Horrendous - but for one who relied as heavily on spells and magicka as she did, exile was child's play in comparison.

TW for Dub/Non-Con Prompt Skjor/F!DB and Skjor/Aela

[(Anonymous)]

Spoilers for the Companions Questline.

TW because inability to grant consent does not equal consent.

So Skjor never really likes the DB, but he's happy enough for her to join the Circle and gain the Beast Blood. And Skjor and Aela know how much of a mind fuck that first transformation is going to be. So While the F!DB is undergoing that intense first transformation, Skjor transforms and asserts his dominance over the newest werewolf by fucking her. (Whether she remembers this happening or not is up to Anons)

Then while the DB!wolf is off running around trying to regain her sense of self, Skjor and Aela also fuck before he runs off to Gallows Rock. *This is optional

Krev the Skinner does his thing, and Skjor is no more. But subsequently to this the DB finds out she is pregnant with Skjor's child.

What happens next, Anons?

Does Aela get pregnant too? Does she not? How does she react in either situation?
What does the DB think of this whole thing?
What do the other Companions think?
Will the child be a lycanthrope because it was conceived while both parents were transformed or will it be a pure human child that will have to undergo the Blood Ritual?

Bonus Points: One of the Twins decides he wants a relationship with the DB despite or because she is pregnant.
Ria holds DB's hair back while she has morning sickness. Because Ria is just nice like that.
Some kind of nice fluff, because that's a pretty traumatic prompt

OP again

[(Anonymous)]

Forgot to mention I don't mind what race DB is as long as she's female (unless Anons want to do Mpreg, in which case go wild)

Summerset Thieves Guild+F!Dragonborn (Gang-banging)

[(Anonymous)]

I want a fill that focuses on a missing, angst part of the new Guildmaster's report after disposing of Limwe & co.
The Dragonborn was taken by surprise when Limwe & co were waiting for her to waltz into their domain. She has been held captive by them for weeks and has been raped countless times by the all-male, sexually deprived Altmers.

APPROVALS OF BOTHETIAH:
- Limwe is the only one who gets to have access to the Dragonborn's womanhood whilst his men are restricted to having sex with her anally & orally.
- The Dragonborn escapes at last by being able to use her Thu'um after she gains their confidence; this can be however explained by a magic absorbing collar/gagged/waiting for the right oppertunity/whatever idea A!As come up with.
- She becomes pregnant after being unable to use her birth control potions. It is up to the A!A that she either keeps the child or secretively places it at the Orphanage with the help of a few of her trustworthy friends knowing.
- Limwe and some of his men are still considerate enough for her, like giving her decent meals; Limwe taking her to his bed (bound for his safety); giving/forcing her to take health and stamina potions to keep her long-termed as their main source of "entertainment".

Race of DB: An elf (Bosmer/Dunmer) or a human (Nord/Imperial/Breton).

Squicks: No bathroom business please. That is all.

Re: Summerset Thieves Guild+F!Dragonborn (Gang-banging)

[(Anonymous)]

*picks up prompt and sets it in the Maybe pile*

Valdr's up all night to get lucky!

[(Anonymous)]

So Valdr is the incredibly lucky (or unlucky depending on your level of optimism versus pessimism) injured hunter from Falkreath whom the DB meets outside Moss Mother Cavern. I want the DB (any gender, any race) to have sex with him, because his dagger is *very* lucky indeed :)

Re: Valdr's up all night to get lucky!

[(Anonymous)]

You're doin' it right. I second this.

F!Dragonborn/Ondolemar "Bending The Rules" 12/?

[(Anonymous)]

PLEASE, YOU MUST FINISH THIS! Whoever wrote this, you've tortured your readers with your awesomely detailed and slowly updated fill enough, and if you're still out there and read this, PLEASE finish it.

@All Author!Anons there are;
FINISH YOUR AWESOME STORIES. BE ASSURED THERE'LL BE SOMEONE VERY SAD OUT THERE ON THIS PLANET IF YOU DON'T. :-(((((

Re: F!Dragonborn/Ondolemar "Bending The Rules" 12/?

[(Anonymous)]

UNF, I still love that story, Ondolemar is such a BAMF in it, and all the details just make me melt away in a puddle of horny goo. Dear A!A, I second this anon, if you can, please finish it <3<3<3

Alduin's Forbidden Love of Sweetrolls

[(Anonymous)]

For those of you who get where this came from, I'm sorry; I had to once I read CotB's disclaimer.

For those of you who don't, don't worry about it.

I want a fill of Alduin's forbidden love of sweetrolls, and that's all you need to know.

Re: Alduin's Forbidden Love of Sweetrolls

[(Anonymous)]

I have no idea where this came from but i now have an image of Alduin being defeated by a catapult full of sweetrolls, for they are irresistible Kryptonite to him!

Voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like someone (either gender, no beast races please) to get off watching someone else (preferably human and male) masturbate.

If they get caught is entirely up to the A!A, but if they realize they are being watched, I'd really love them to continue regardless, hoping the person watching them is enjoying the show.

Favourite males to be watched: Vilkas, Argis, Thrynn (but anything goes)

Alone Time PART 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hi! I know this was asked for some time ago, so I hope it's not too late. This is my first ever fill. I hope you like it, and that it's not too cringe-worthy! :)
Prepare for a goodly dose of smutty, smutty smut!
~~
Though his heart hung heavy with loneliness, he was glad for the opportunity to have some alone-time. His Thane - his beautiful, long-legged, unreachable Thane, was completing a task for Jarl Igmund, which would take her at least until the next morning to complete.
Ingrid was a constant source of sexual torment for Argis. He had been hopelessly attracted to her from the moment he laid eyes on her. His mouth went dry every time she walked past him, her hips swaying seductively. Her long, black waves of hair reached down to those womanly hips, and he ofttimes imagined spreading her strands over her breasts. And the way those strands of hair smelled of lavender and snowberries - oh, her scent! Her hair somehow always managed to look and smell fresh and immaculate, and he wanted to bury his nose in it. Though she never gave him an open invitation, he quite often caught her gazing at him, with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. He wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall and ravish those quivering red lips of hers.
Twice before, she had brought random fellows home to her bed in the dark of night; he'd lain awake listening to her cries of pleasure, wishing it was him. He wondered whether she was teasing him on purpose, with her sexy noises. So now, naked, unhindered and guilt-free, he pictured her in his mind's eye, lying naked on his bed, her legs spread wide open.
He felt his not-quite-soft member rise to the occasion, and he sighed contentedly. He let himself get rock-hard before he touched himself - and only then, he stroked himself slowly from base, to tip. He imagined himself with his elbows propped between Ingrid's thighs.
His head lowers towards her glistening sex. Sweet Dibella, she smells subtle and clean, and her wetness tastes sweet and healthy. He runs the flat of his tongue up her sopping wet slit, earning a shuddering moan from her. Argis gripped his cock harder, his breathing becoming deeper as he slipped into the fantasy. He now slips two fingers inside her, pumping deeply as he circles her engorged nub with his tongue. Ingrid writhes and whimpers in desperate need for more friction, and she grips his hair to pull his face against her harder. He spread the pearls of pre-come from the head of his cock over his shaft, using it as a lubricant. He increased the speed of his self-pleasure, but he didn't want to come just yet. He wanted to draw the fantasy out until he was ready to make her finish, and then he would finish too. He guides her up by her hands into a sitting position, and then he pulls her on top of him. "Ride me." he says. And ride him she did - she's like a wild saber cat, grinding hard against him, bouncing up and down. "Talos!" Argis hisses for real, and he lifts her by the hips, wanting her to kiss him down there. He hints at it, not wanting to be disrespectful, but she takes the hint with a smile. He groans out loud as Ingrid takes his hot tip into her mouth. He hears a faint breathy moan, but it doesn't quite fit in with the fantasy; she wouldn't be able to make sounds like that with her lips sealed around his aching manhood. But he's too far gone into his pleasure to stop and think about it, so he incorporates it into his fantasy.
~~
That's part one over. I hope it's ok! :)

DB/Dwemer!Automaton

[(Anonymous)]

First post on here!

Anyway, I may have been corrupted by Fallout: New Vegas, but I thought... for all the automatons in the Dwemer ruins, there has to be at least one, if not a few, that were made or repurposed as Dwemer equivalents of FISTO (if you don't understand that reference, I mean to say they are sexbots). And I'm sure it's only a matter of time before some curious adventurer finds one of them, gets a little Dwarven oil in its joints so it can move again, and - realizing its purpose - decides to give it a go...

What do you think? Up for a bit of robot-on-Dragonborn action? Get as detailed and dirty as you like ;D

F!Altmer DB/Human male - confusing age difference

[(Anonymous)]

The Altmer Dragonborn (or any other elf but I have a bit of a thing for High Elves) is pretty young by her peoples' standards ( say 150-200, if they can live to 1000 then that sounds about the right age for late teens/early twenties). This isn't entirely obvious to the humans she meets.

Then she falls in love with one of the older male human characters (my Altmer married Belrand but seriously any older character would be awesome) who has to adjust to the fact that while his wife is older than him in years he has her beaten in life experience which makes him confusingly feel a bit like a cradle snatcher but she adores every bit of him being "older" than her. Yes, I have a bit of an age difference kink!

Cracky or kinky, I am happy either way though I wouldn't mind them dealing with the inevitable lifespan angst either.

Re: F!Altmer DB/Human male - confusing age difference

[(Anonymous)]

Would OP mind a Galmar fill? This prompt is lovely, and an Altmer DB leaves a great opening for some underlying racial tension as well.

M!DB/M!Housecarls. Orgy time!

[(Anonymous)]

The Dragonborn's been questing a lot and eventually becomes thane of all nine holds, resulting in all those housecarls following him around. Which is comforting, because he always has some company, never has to worry about watching his back and always has someone to sleep with , purely for purposes of sharing warmth.

This is because no one in Skyrim has actually told him that Housecarls will literally do anything their thane asks, it's part of the job after all. So he thinks all the housecarls are happily married or seeing someone when in fact they aren't and would quite happily spread their legs for him.

And then for reasons, the DB and his male housecarls are all in Heljarchen Hall and the subject comes up, with Calder or Argis mentioning how they desperately want to pummel the dragonborn into the mattress, whilst the Dragonborn is out of the room. Only he isn't and he figures out "Hey i have a buffet of hot guys ready to do me, where'd i put the lube?"

And there is a massive orgy.

Squicks are bathroom kinks. As for the DB i prefer Breton's, Redguards, Dunmer and Imperials. Although if you can give me a convincing Orc then i'll take it. And if you include double penetration i may just melt into a gooey puddle.

Re: M!DB/M!Housecarls. Orgy time!

[(Anonymous)]

Love this but hrm, there are 4 male housecarls and I don't much care for any of the dudes except Argis. How would the OP feel about a fill with Argis and a bunch of made-up housecarls?

M!NPC worships his wife

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see an adoring husband totally enamoured with every last inch of the lady in his life.
Any NPC(s) or even DB, any races. Could be sweet, could be sensual, could be pure smut. Go for it.

I've been working on a fill myself that may appear soonish, but I would love to read what other anons come up with. <3

/screams/

[(Anonymous)]

I want it yes plz.

I have too many fills I'm working on right now to get a fill done in a time efficient manner (I'm talking like... months, here), so if there's any other nons who want to take a crack, this nonny supports them 110%, and hopes she herself can contribute to this prompt of awesomeness.

The companions are curious about an elf

[(Anonymous)]

So, Athis is the only non-human in the companions. I'm imagining that maybe a lot of the companions haven't really known an elf up close before, and when he joins they'd be...curious.

They get drunk, their curiosity overwhelms them, and they do a little experimenting. Maybe in Farkas' room where there's a keg and minibar?

I'm thinking maybe Farkas, Ria, Torvar and Athis. They kind of start by asking ordinary questions about Dunmer and elves in general, which get more sexual, which escalates to groping and then some group sex.

Maybe someone walks in on them when they're all lying around worn out after?

Prefer it to be done with Athis, but maybe Anoriath wanders up with a delivery for them? If done with a DB I would prefer male, Dunmer or Bosmer.

Kinks--over stimulation, frottage, partially clothed sex, oral, biting, sensitive elf ears
Squicks--non-con, bathroom business, blood, death

Re: The companions are curious about an elf

[(Anonymous)]

Oh a highly interesting prompt!
I just realised that there is hardly any prompts that focus on Athis, which does quite disappoint me a bit because he's one of the most interesting NPCs to write about. Although I can understand why alot of people aren't so fond of him with his bratty, over-confidant, egotistic personality.
I would seriously adore writing this little number if only I am not such a perfectionist & have the time to write! :(
Maybe once I have the time & reassurance that my writing is good enough, I'll post it on here once it's done; no promises that it's going to happen anytime soon OP but I will TRY!!!!

Arvel (Yes, that rat in Bleakfalls Barrow) X M!DB

[(Anonymous)]

So remember when you find Arvel all tied up, and you let him down and he runs off, telling you nothing about the golden claw, and gets killed?

How about a...creative...M!DB happens by, and doesn't untie him, not totally. He unties him enough to play with him and pretty much tease him until he's begging and tells all he knows about the claw.

Kinks-Dubcon, bondage, begging, denial
Squicks--Noncon, anything that belongs in the bathroom, blood play, death.

Any human or elven (that includes orcs) M!DB would be fine.

Re: Arvel (Yes, that rat in Bleakfalls Barrow) X M!DB

[(Anonymous)]

fucking yessss

Cicero & Nazir (gen): Smile, darn ya, smile

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe this is just because I watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit the other night and Roger's loony, annoying antics & tuft of red hair reminded me of...someone.

Ever devoted to his persona as jester, Cicero is determined to make that gloomy sourpuss stick-in-the-mud Nazir laugh and he won't rest until he sees it happen.

GO!

F!Dragonborn/Male Werewolf

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know why I've had this prompt stuck in my head so bare with me, okay?

I want to see something like the little red riding hood. Let's say the DB is delivering something to someone. She's walking down the road at night only to be greeted by a werewolf. (I'm okay with an escaped Sinding or even a prowling Vilkas or just some random man with lycanthropy.) Cue the werewolf trying to persuade the DB to travel via "short cut" only for the DB to catch on to his plan and hold a sword to his throat. The werewolf is strangely turned on by her behavior and goes into dominant mode.

I don't care if it's in werewolf or human form.
Bonus points if the...
DB is a nord.
DB tries to fight it at first but gradually eases into it.

I have no squicks other than the usual bathroom related things. Other than that, go crazy A!A's.

Re: F!Dragonborn/Male Werewolf

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, so I've started writing this, but I'm wondering if there's any way you'd accept her being an undiscovered Dragonborn (say, she's in Skyrim prior to the events at Helgen and whatnot, and has not had the chance to discover her innate abilities)? My idea is that she's an ordinary young Nord woman who took a job as a courier.

Blackreach

[(Anonymous)]

There are far fewer fics involving sex in Blackreach as there should be; this should be rectified.

I have a preference for M!Human dragonborn with Mjoll the Lioness or Serana, but any sort of pairing would be good.

Mjoll the Lioness/Thieves' Guild Men

[(Anonymous)]

Mjoll the Lioness gets captured by the Thieves' Guild and all the men pass her around to have fun with, and she can't help but love it.

Re: Mjoll the Lioness/Thieves' Guild Men

[(Anonymous)]

Nobody could resist those smokin' hot rogues in the Cistern ;)

Agnis' Story

[(Anonymous)]

Tell me the story of Agnis, the caretaker of Fort Greymoor. How did she get there? Why does she stay? Whatever do all those sweaty bandits ask of her?