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i'm glad you enjoyed it! yeah, it ended up going in a bit darker direction than i thought it would. i'm going to choose a happier Cicero fill next time, haha.

Messed-up and yet so beautiful. I was howling throughout the last chapter and I think the end killed me. Poor Saraida.

YESSSS

ideas intriguing, subscribing to newsletter, etc.

The Dragonborn has been captured by the Thalmor for her participation in a quest that involved greatly pissing off the Thalmor has comes back to bite her.
There is a new recruited Thalmor guard who is young & sexually frustrated, sneaking glances at the attractive imprisoned Dragonborn. He has no idea that she is the Dovahkiin.
It is completely up to the writer that either the Dragonborn uses this to her advantage to escape OR the guard loses his patience & goes ahead to have sex with her disregarding her consent.

Possible Trigger Warnings: dub-con or non-con (preferably she is forced to enjoy it); BSDM; mentionings and brief scenes of torture.
Points would be earned if the race of Dovahkiin would be of a human race.

This is an awesome prompt. I'm on it.

I admit I'm a sucker for the romantic trope where each party doesn't think the other could possibly be interested in them, but they're thrown together by chance and discover their feelings for one another. I'd like a story where the female Listener is head-over-heels for Cicero, despite knowing that getting involved with him is probably a bad idea, being unsure whether he's just planning to turn on her sooner or later, and suspecting that he isn't even interested in women (he's a flamboyant little dude, after all). Cicero likes her too, but he's too scared of ruining their good partnership to put the moves on her. Somehow, fate intervenes and they discover their true feelings for one another. Maybe Babette senses what's going on and plays matchmaker (she's seen a lot of human nature in 300 years, after all), maybe one heroically saves the other's life and admits his/her feelings in the heat of the moment, maybe one is pushed to intervene by jealousy when someone else gets interested in his/her secret love. What else could throw them together?

Smut, fluff, I don't care. No race is a no-no, but I do like the idea of Cicero with an orc 'cause I like him with a tough gal. Squicks, I have few except for blood, people getting injured, doody, etc.

Thanks in advance!

(OP here) Yay~! I'd love to see what you come up with! (especially since I was thinking about doing a self-fill if it sat for long...)

Please, don't anyone else feel like you can't fill it as well.

Op here, sick and scummy and absolutely delish, more than I could've asked for. The buildup was amazing, all the guilt and angst was perf. love u friend

Ohhh yes!

Agreed. That was brilliantly dark.

i'm glad you got something out of it even though it went to a real dark place! it's interesting, noncon is a major kink for me, but i've read a lot and written almost none. when i tried to write by putting myself in the positions of those characters it turned out more tragic and scary than sexy. (ah, the mysteries of human sexual arousal...) next time i'll go for dubcon instead; i feel way too bad for saraida!

customer satisfaction! yay! :D

Not OP, but yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes.

The DB is a rather annoying Altmer that has somehow managed to befriend Aela and Mjoll even though they can't stand how annoying she is, and how she seems to have a crippling fear of bugs and anything that will get her dirty.

So one night as the DB is losing her shit over a bug that crawled through her hair, Aela and Mjoll have had enough of her shit and they go over to her tent and proceed to fuck her stupid. I'm talking straight out domination, tit torture, fisting, watersports, humiliation and whatever else you can think of that would put the DB in her place. When they finally finish the DB is left laying there, babbling incoherently as Mjoll and Aela sandwich her with their bodies and fall asleep in a sweaty heap.

Just no blood and no shit, other then that go wild.

+ If the Db gets branded in a highly visible area, so everywhere they go people know who she belongs to.

Sure, I don't mind! It's interesting to see other spins off a prompt.

Lendri never would have pictured himself working with a Stormcloak. For one thing, Stormcloaks in general were suspicious of elves. For another, the Stormcloak rebellion seemed awfully like an organized law system, and, growing up in a tribe of outlaws in Valenwood, Lendri generally considered laws to be more loose guidelines than anything else. He wasn't actually one of them; more an ally against the Thalmor. He didn't care what happened to the Empire or what Ulfric's quarrel with them was, as long as the Jarl was willing to point him in the direction of Thalmor who needed killing or investigating. Besides, not all of them were so bad. Ralof in particular had an endearingly naive amount of loyalty and honor, coupled with acceptance of anyone, human, mer, or beast, who he considered 'alright'. So when the Nord was assigned to help him (and, he suspected, keep an eye on him) during his forays against the Thalmor, he wasn't annoyed; in fact, he was happy with the arrangement. Back at home, he'd often hunted and explored the forest for months at a time with a good friend or two for help and companionship. Rainforests (and tundras, it was turning out) were sometimes strange places to be alone with nothing but your thoughts and imaginings for company.

***

Ahead of them loomed a small castle, hardly more than an outpost, really. Lendri was lying along on of the branches of a huge pine not far off. It was a bright day, the sun gleaming off the snow, the sky a high clean blue, the air so cold it was almost like a drink to breathe. He was confident no one would see him up here, and he took his time counting the targets. Their golden armor shone blindingly even at this distance.

So--two on the front walltop, but one turns away so if I kill the other, I can kill the first before he realizes what's happened. One at the gate. One in the tower. Probably someone in the yard--looks like a mage. Someone--looks like a Nord--coming up the path. Wait. That can't be.

It could. Ralof was fighting the guard at the gate, though he was smart enough at least to stand within cover of the gateway to avoid being hit by arrows from anyone above him. Lendri aimed for the archers on the walltops, who were already running for the stairs into the courtyard. It was a clean shot from this distance. The first fell, but the other only stumbled and kept running. It didn't seem like the arrow had managed to pierce his armor. The scrape and clash of metal and the shouts of fighting echoed out into the woods, scaring up little flocks of birds. The other guard in the tower was gone. Lendri scrambled down the tree, jumping the final few feet, counting the guards in his head. The one at the gate--plus the one in the tower--the one I didn't kill--the mage--and whoever's inside that might've heard. That stupid Nord, he's going to have more Thalmor than he knows what to do with pretty soon. Cursing, Lendri floundered through the snowdrifts and out onto the path. He shot the mage from there, glad the man wore only robes and no breastplate. More arrows at this range would only put Ralof at risk as well--he drew his knives and, against all his better judgement, rushed toward the battle.

It was over in a few more tense minutes, with no serious injuries on their side. Bright blood stained the snow. Lendri scanned the place for more Thalmor, and, when he saw nothing, turned to Ralof, who was grinning.

"What a battle, eh?," said the Nord.

Lendri glared up at him. "Ralof. I told you to wait. Listen, when you're traveling with me, do me a favor and don't do that 'victory or Sovngarde' stuff, alright?"

"Sure, sure. Let's see what's inside."

"What if hadn't hit that mage in time? You could've been killed!"

Ralof listened indulgently, like he was fielding the complaints of a child. "That risk is the glory of battle," he explained patiently. "Besides, we both came out of that in fine shape."

"What's the point in glory if you're dead? And what if next time you run in to some battle like a drunken mammoth, you end up getting killed? You have to wait, and plan."

"Heh, a drunken mammoth. That'd be funny. From a distance, anyway." Ralof went into the castle, and Lendri followed, fuming.

"I'm serious, you know."

Ralof turned around, smiling mischievously. "You spend a lot of time worrying about me, little elf."

Lendri sighed. It was clear the argument was a lost cause for now. "Oh, sod off."

They dispatched a few stray Thalmor on their way through the castle, with a lack of stealth Lendri found somewhat depressing. The real challenge was finding the papers. They were all written in Somerset-Ayleid, and Lendri only knew Valenwood-Ayleid. Ralof knew neither. The languages were similar enough that it wasn't impossible to find the right reports, but different enough that it would likely take the rest of the afternoon. Lendri started on the first drawer of papers, feet propped on the desk, while Ralof explored the castle, and, after and hour or so, returned to prowl around the room.

"You know, you could just take those home and look at them later," he commented at length.

Lendri didn't look up. "What, and end up carrying around a bunch of extra papers that might end up being some guardsman writing about what he had for lunch? No, it's best to find what we're looking for right here."

"It's going to get dark in a couple of hours."

"Clearly. What's your point?"

"There's a cave nearby that's supposed to be full of vampires. It wouldn't be smart to travel at night."

"So we'll stay the night in here."

"Lendri." Ralof stood across from him, for once not smiling. "They're going to smell all the blood from the battle and flock here like moths on a candle."

"But aren't they smart enough to know that the blood means everyone's dead?"

"They're animals," said Ralof, matter of factly. "They might dress like people and talk like em' too, but on the inside, they're animals. So we should get going. We can come back tomorrow."

"I think I've almost found the right one, though. And it's not like avoiding vampires is all that difficult. We had them back in Valenwood too. You just have to be careful and stay one step ahead of them. Or two, you know, if you're a nervous type."

Ralof sat on the edge of the desk and said nothing for a long time. Lendri had almost forgotten he was there by the time he spoke. "Wonder what it's like being a vampire. Musty be pretty awful. I wonder if you, you know, still know who you are."

Lendri added a few papers to the pile they were bringing along. "You know, some tribes back at home used to eat their fallen enemies. You'd never guess it to talk to them, though. Seemed like normal enough people to me."

"Have you..."

"Not really. My tribe wasn't very religious. It's not as common as the rest of the world seems to think." He added another sheaf of papers to the bunch on the table, then shrugged, bundled the remaining papers together, and put them in his pack. "Well, I think that's all of them. Let's get going before your vampires show up."

Outside, it was growing dark even more quickly than Ralof had estimated. Already the valley was in shadow as the sun slipped behind the ridge of the mountains.

"Talos preserve us," Ralof muttered, glancing into the inky blue shadows of the swiftly darkening woods. Lendri stopped and turned, and Ralof stopped just short of running into him. They were so close that Ralof noticed the thin line of green eyeliner around the elf's dark amber eyes. For an absurd moment, he thought the elf was about to kiss him. Instead he hissed,

'Speaking of Talos, that reminds me...I better not hear a single 'victory or Sovngarde' out of you or so help me I will start thinking about some way to inflict suffering on you. Understand?"

Ralof tried not to smile. He'll 'start thinking about it', eh. That's a threat so hollow you can hear the echoes. "Yeah, I understand."

(That's the first part. Ralof will ruin Lendri's fun when he's trying to sneak past the vampires next.)

Oh, my. Very nice. Thanks. There just ain't enough werewolf porn.

Nghh, I can't be the only one who finds the starting image of Ulfric Stormcloak, captured, bound and gagged to be a huge turn-on. I admit to playing through the start of the game repeatedly, just to see this proud, powerful warrior as a prisoner. Humiliated and unable to fight or Shout.

Sooo... Fic about Prisoner!Ulfric pls? Whether it's him getting captured and beaten by Imperials, a description of the initial ambush, or if instead of preparing for execution at Helgen, Tullius decides to find a way to interrogate him without getting Shouted to.death.

I have a Thing for capture and interrogation, so no smut is required. For me, it will be the sweetest of porn just like that.

OMG thirded so much!

I need me some non-con or dub-con with multiple penetration, I'm burning for it!

Preferably a F!DB of a human race with either several thieves guild members, the companions, guards, Cidna Mine prisoners or bandits. Or if you really wanna treat me to something sweet... the DB insulted Nordly menbits right outside Ulfric's war room so that he, Galmar and Yrsarald heard and they decide to show her just how wrong she was!

oww now I'm really burning for this!

Maul. Yeah, that guy from Riften who greets you right when you walk in. Him. I have a serious thing for him.

Don't care what about, just make it happen.

Crack/fluff/smut/srsbsns

DB/NPC/OC

Male/female

Any race

Just no bathroom stuff. No character death would be a plus too.

Multifills will be given cheese.

And how would you like all the internets delivered? :P

OP here, I just wanted to say how perfect this is! Ralof's just so in character, happy to charge in in full death-or-glory mode, and teasing Lendri, and it's just what I needed! Thank you!

Really looking forward to seeing what happens with the vampires - oh, and I really liked Ralof wondering what vampirism is like. It's very him, and very bittersweet.

*gets comfy chair and waits patiently*

A!A here, thank you! I never knew I had a werewolf kink until the Skyrimkinkmeme, and I didn't know I could write it until a week or so ago. Good to know it's not dreadful!

There's more werewolf porn that I wrote a week or so ago on p3 called Wolf Moon, featuring an M!Nord!DB and Sylgja from Shor's Stone :) I think it just recently went onto the Delicious archive. (It got very little feedback, so I'll try to drum up interest where I can :P)

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