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This is aaallll sorts of creepy-crawly-bad-wrong, which is just as it should be. Excellent job!

M!DB and Serana have been 'friends with benefits' while they have been traveling together until something that is supposed to be impossible happens. The DB gets Serana pregnant. If He thought fighting Aludin was bad, now he is going to have to deal with a pregnant, pissed off vampire.

Erik the Slayer got his start as an adventurer and the money for his armour from the Dragonborn, who empathised with him. And at some point during their travels he met Cosnach, one of the Dragonborn's former followers and they got on like a house on fire.

So when the Dragonborn parts ways with Erik and he ends up in Markarth, he decides to look up Cosnach. Which ends up with them drunkenly heading off into Skyrim on their own adventures.

Bonus points if the two of them end up ambling through draugr infested ruins and getting their hands on Dragon Priest masks that they just hand over to the Dragonborn because, "Hey don't you have one just like this?" Or some of the Daedric quests would be cool.

I would particularly love someone to comment on the fact that even though he's almost perpetually drunk, that Cosnach is not someone you'd want as an opponent, because he's like the Nord version of a Drunken Master kung fu guy.

When it comes to the sex, i want switch fucking, because frankly having one character only be a top is boring. Adrenaline fuelled rough sex is cool but Bathroom kinks aren't. And i'm going to leave it up to you guys as to whether or not Cosnach or Erik have had sex with the Dragonborn. or if you want them to double team him at some point.

Unf. Totally want to see desperate!Ulfric trying to knock the DB up. Actually, I just want to that sort of desperate breeding dirty talk (as mentioned in the prompt above, from the guy)

The Dragonborn learns about Lynly's real identity, and there is only one way for her to buy his silence.

No all-out Non-Con, make Lynly fancy the Dragonborn at least and get some pleasure out of the deal.

I'd prefer Argonian or Khajiit DB but any other race is good.

Gilse decided to test the waters so to speak. Did she really have run of the city? The nords were busy with their reunion when she slipped through the door. She made her way towards the gray quarter only to stop when she heard someone calling her name. Brunwulf Free-Winter was rushing to catch up with her.

“Gilse Come meet Oengul War-Anvil”. “Rumors of a kinswoman being the dragonborn is sending shock waves through the gray quarter” he told her smiling approvingly. He pounded hardly on her back “Stone-Fist himself arranged for you to be assistant to Oengul”. “I bet that stuck in his gullet having to acknowledge you”. He stopped to look down at her “The legendary dragonborn a dunmar! well done Gilse! Well done!…..

Gilse was confused having been unable to get a word in edgewise she finally asked “What’s this about Oengul? Assistant? Galmar?. Brunwulf hesitated “Stone-Fist didn’t tell you?’. “He arranged for you to help Oengul at the forge. “He said it would be your contribution to the war effort”.

Gilse was relieved that she would be away from the palace during the day. The less time spent in Ulfrics company the better for her. They had reached the blacksmith quarters and Brunwulf introduced her to Oengul. The burly nord said he was relieved to have help since his usual assistant Hermir was pregnant. She would need help with the heavier work. He looked doubtful at Gilse’s slight form though.

Brunwulf left Gilse and Oengul to become better acquainted. Oengul asked Gilse to observe and learn before actually starting work. Gilse was quiet content to hang around the forge. It was getting dark when Ralof came to find her.

He gave her another of his bear hugs before teasing her about running off like a cat with its tail on fire. He invited her to Candlehearth hall for drinks. They walked to the inn in companionable silence. The place was full but they managed to find some empty seats.

Ralof called for mead and then settled back and looked at her. “So tell me my friend what’s the story with you and Ulfric; why is he so possessive?”. “And why are you not joining the fight?”. Gilse snorted “He wants to control the dragonborn!”. She went on to explain about conditions in the Gray Quarter. Ralof listened carefully. He said he’d respect her decision but hoped she would change it.

He asked how she found out she was dragonborn. Gilse explained she discovered she was the mythical dragonborn after dragon fight in Whiterun. She went on to say that's how she became a Thane of that city. She had been planning a visit to High Hrothgar after this trip to Windhelm.

It was getting late but Gilse was reluctant to return to the Palace. Eventually she and Ralof talked themselves out and sat side by side drinking mead.

Ulfric was having a bad night. It was late almost morning and still the dragonborn was not back. He had planned to exert his mastery over her, by having her service him! Did she not realize the honor he was granting her by deigning to lay with a grayskin?

The whole palace was asleep except him and the night guards. He had been informed she was still out drinking with Ralof. He was tempted to have her escorted back. But he wouldn’t give that elf the satisfaction. She should be thanking him for the opportunity to spread her legs for her betters.

The sound of doors closing alerted him to her return. Gilse and Ralof were standing near the entrance whispering heads close together. Ralof took a step and almost stumbled, but the elf caught his arm steadying him. Since when had Ralof lacked discipline? It had to be her influence.

Ralof embraced her before heading down to the barricks unsteady on his feet. Gilse watched him disappear before heading towards the throne room and presumably her bed. Well she would have to fulfill her duties before he allowed her any sleep.

a boy friend?! I didn't notice,

Yeah. I saw the above prompt and just needed my own version (and I am tempted to fill myself, too) but I love the idea of the dirty talk, too, and Ulfric. The world can always use more Ulfric fics :)

Definitely seconding this - it's too much fun to pass up >:D

*evil cackling*

I can hardly say I "like" this story, but I certainly admire its craftsmanship. It really exposes the truth behind that Thalmor dossier. Wow :O

Thanks, anon! Loved the comment. <3

Thanks! =D

Sorry if it doesn't resonate for you, but I'm glad you like the construction. =)

Oop. Head-canon, sorry. Nothing in the game itself. Didn't mean to be confusing there! LOL, having fun with that one in my head. Her mother was all freaking out because her baby girl (her beautiful, fierce Nordic warrior) was going with an Imperial. Um, then Jordis ends up falling for a Dunmer.

Hmm, that would be fun to write, but would be quite the misfire for this particular prompt.

So my M!Nord!DB was just in Falkreath, and as I left Solaf's shop, I was set upon by some hired thugs *and* a Blood Dragon (although I don't think they were sent by the same person). Anyway, in the course of events, two of Falkreath's fine Guardsmen died in action, and one was wearing an Amulet of Mara ;__;

Give me angst, Anons. Tell me that Guard's story. Was his Amulet for the Dragonborn? Was it for a fellow Guard? Was it for Kust, Valdr, or Lod? Did he mean to wed the tavern girl? I need to know, good Write!Anons!

Tell me who caught the man's eye enough to go all the way to Riften on foot (or at least as far as Whiterun Stables, where he caught a carriage ride) and pay 200 of his hard-earned septims to Maramal or Dinya.

And then, as if that wasn't enough, I'd like you to tell me what happened when that person found out (aka Bonus Round)

If there's smut, excellent, my only squick is non-con.
If you want to go with a DB or NPC, then race and gender are whatever your Muses say, I'm happy to leave it open to interpretation.

Spriggan reproduction has a pollination-like step that requires two Spriggans to rub whatever they have between their legs really hard together.

Bonus if at first it's a lonely Spriggan playing on her own and then another one joins in.

Can just be the act itself, OR narrated from the point of view of an observer.

I've been listening to Brynjolf's sales pitch for his Falmerblood Elixir. So has the Dragonborn (M or F). He or She decides to try it out. (Or it is put into their last glass of Honningbrew Reserve by Vekel). One of Bryn's false promises comes true. Can take part at any time during the Thieves Guild Questline.

Smut or Crack welcome ;)
(if you want to focus on regrowing that missing limb or hearing people's thoughts instead of making love like a sabre cat, I'll be just as happy)

Bonus Points: It was either Sheogorath or Sanguine (or both of them together) who decided to make the "Falmerblood Elixir" work (because they just would)
Biting/marking
Optional D/s
~~Maybe the literal part of "like a sabre cat" involves a barbed cock? (*hides*)~~

No non-con, no bathroom kinks, s'il vous plait.
All races, gender(s) welcome for the DB.

A!A here! Just letting any loyal readers still checking the thread know that I will be posting the final sections sometime in the next week. As a bonus for waiting so long, the concluding chapters will be longer than my usual updates. Thank you all for being patient. :) (And for me, only two midterms left to go!)

By accident, my DB ended up having a wander naked. Kharjo had a comment along the lines that he couldn't help but look. There really isn't enough Khajiit porn, so let's indulge. Perhaps the DB putting on a show because she knows Kharjo is watching.

It was night already. All of the patrons were gone from Vilemyr Inn, gone to take care of their own business. The inn was deserted, save for one person.

Lynly Star-Sung had awoken in the middle of the night, thirsty like a camel. She wondered through the empty inn, to the counter.

"Damn." she said, to herself. She reached behind the counter and uncorked a bottle of cheap mead. She sat down on one of the stools, sipping on the watered down beverage. "What possessed me to be thirsty at this time?" she asked herself.

She knew what was possessing her. Recently, she felt increasingly preoccupied with Sibbi. His time in the jail was finishing, by her calculations, and she trembled in just thinking about what he would do if he found her. She shook the thought out of her head and drunk some more of the mead. Even though she was wearing her lightest clothes, a leather nightgown, the thought was almost enough to make her sweat.

"Calm down, Svi... Lenly." she said, to herself. "No one will find out. No o..."

She was interrupted by a creating door. She froze in her stool, fear creeping up her spine. Thieves? Assassins? She bit her lip, aprehensive.

She heard light footsteps through the floor. The inn wasn't completely dark: some moonlight and starlight came in through the windows. Yet, she could see almost nothing.

"Oh, Talos..." she said, weakly, closing her eyes.

She felt the shadow stop behind her, she could hear it's breathing behind her. They stayed like that for seconds, minutes, hours, it seemed. She was completely frozen in place by fear, unable to move, awaiting something, anything, to happen...

Then she heard one of the stools by her sides moving and the shadow sat down.

She looked at the shadow. It was a man, in a long, black coat. A hood obscured his face, but from the black scales present on his arms, which she could see thanks to his rolled up sleeves and his long tail behind him, she could see it was an Argonian. The Daedric bow on his back immediatly made her recognize which Argonian it was. She lowered her head to the counter, a chuckle escaping her throat.

"Dovahkiin..." she said, looking at him. She saw two grey eyes staring back at her under the hood.

((To be continued.))

Gilse did not see the figure standing just inside the throne room until she almost crashed into him. Ulfric! Without a word his hand clamped on her arm and he marched her up the steps into her chamber. “Jarl Ulfric?” whatever he was up to but it didn’t bode well for her. “Dragonborn you have been in my ranks one day and already you neglect your duties” his tone was neutral. She shrugged “my duties? I have been at the forge learning my duties!”. He shook his head at her “working the forge does not negate the other duties assigned you”. He inclined his head towards the bed.

Gilse blushed “Jarl Ulfric I have behaved deferential towards you, what has earned me this penalty?”. Genuine surprise flickered across his face. “This is part of your duties”. “It’s not intended to censure you elf”. He looked at her speculatively; “maybe you shouldn’t remind me of how long you kept me waiting”. Gilse kept her wits about her. He seemed to be in a reasonable mood. Maybe she could talk him out of it. “Jarl Ulfric what interest can one such as you have in me?”. “Go find a nice willing nord woman”.

He admonished her “Here in Eastmarch the Jarl gives the orders and the dragonborn obeys.” He made his way over to the bed; “come elf it won’t take long”. Gilse knew deep within her woman’s soul, she could not cope with another rape. The aftermath of the last one was just to fresh. She gathered her courage coming to a decision. “Jarl Ulfric wait” she hated the pleading note in her voice. He turned and raised his eyebrows looking down at her. It took her a few minuets, but she managed to get the words out. “Please don’t force me, I will acquiesce.”

Ulfric froze motionless. “Remove your armor and prepare yourself, He said over his shoulder. Gilse had noticed when she began absorbing dragon souls, high emotions caused her senses to heighten. She was not surprised when she went into overdrive. Her sense of sight, touch and smell oddly exaggerated. Her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the ties of her armor. She could almost feel the movement of the air around her hands. Her fingertips noted every nuance of the texture of the leather ties. The fur of her studded armor caressed her body as she peeled it off. She lowered her undergarment stepping out of it.

She felt a slight chill in the air as the nipples on her perky breast hardened into peaks. Wearing only her leather boots and curly hair she was self-conscious about being nude while Ulfric was totally dressed. She sat quickly to work on her boots. Ulfric surprised her by coming around to help her. “My name’s not dragonborn it’s Gilse”. “You should at least know the name of the elf you plan to be intimate with”. She told him.

Wow I loved this! Great work!

The Dovahkiin is head over heels in love with Farkas, only to learn that Farkas won't date/have sex with/live with anyone unless they're also in a relationship with his brother as well.

Which presents something of a problem as the Dovahkiin and Vilkas rub each other the wrong way and haven't managed to have a civil conversation between them without it degenerating into a blazing row or frosty silence, and now if they want to keep Farkas happy they're going to have to figure out some way of not killing each other.

It's not going to be easy but they both agree that they want Farkas to be happy so it's time for them to get their shit together and work things out.

Keep them coming, OP is enjoying this dark side of Ulfric! YUM

I want, no need! a F!DB preferably of a human race to feel like prey when a dominant, predatory male sets his eyes on her and hunts her like a predator would hunt his prey, this ofcourse leads to smut with a dominant male (yum!)

This can be kept to a short smutty piece or drawn out into a story. Con, dub-con and non-con are all fine with me as long as there's a male predator and a female prey ;)

My preferences for males are: Vilkas (if he's the predator maybe a bit of his werewolf nature can be worked in?), Ulfric Stormcloak (umf!), Galmar Stone-Fist and Mercer Frey, but if OP has other good ideas I'm game :)

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