skyrimkinkmeme | Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "

Skip to Main Content

Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "

CLOSED FOR PROMPTS,

BUT OPEN FOR FILLS

HELPFUL TIPS

>Please post your prompts with the paired characters and any notable kinks/trigger warnings in the title.
>When posting prompts, always remember to add kinks you're both looking for and wanting to avoid in a potential fill.
>When filling, please remember to add your story tags: characters, relationship types, kinks, series and universe (ie: skyrim)
>Our character limit here at LJ is 4300.
>If you have any other questions about posting, visit the HOW TO KINK MEME THREAD, under the Page Summary on your left.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

This was cute, A!A! I actually had no idea there was a Legate there so I had to go look, ha ha. The more you know! I also enjoyed Nenya a lot. She always seemed like such a sweetheart!

Thanks again A!A~

I think Vilkas will have a difficult encounter! Alone in the thieves guild! And all this for his Thales! What he does for love!

Tags: Crack

UNBOUND: THE BEGINNING OF THE TALE OF THE DRAGONBORN

She woke up in a bouncing cart with a pounding headache and her hands bound in front of her. She wiggled her wrists against the bonds uselessly, the rope used to bind her was too tightly bound to be unbound by a simple flick of her delicate wrists.

She looked around and saw three men in the wagon with her. She was shocked! How had she gotten here? Who were these men?

The one to her left was very handsome. He was a blond, male Nord. He wore blue armor. “You’re finally awake,” he said blandly. He said more stuff, but she stopped paying attention to him because really who wanted to hear the opening game dialogue again?

Le sigh.

There was another Nord in front of her. He was a brunette and less good looking. Probably because he was dark haired. Everyone knew that the really good looking kids were blonde.

Everyone.

She ignored him too because he was ranting about Stormcloaks and really who had time for that? Besides being ugly, he was dirty. Gross….

The man to her right was down right girl boner inducing hot! He was also a blonde Nord male man and he was older. He had piercing blue eyes and a gag. On his mouth. She was instantly curious about him! The guy on her left, Ravioli, said the gagged man’s name was Ulfric Stormcloak. He seemed important and introspective and stuff. But mostly hot.

They arrived at a crappy town full of stupid people making pointless comments that she ignored. Seriously, no one cared what they said.

The wagons stopped and they were told to get out. She got out with the rest. There was no other option.

A Nord dressed in Imperial armor stood before her. She thought he was an Imperial at first because he wore Imperial armor, but his name tag indicated his name was Hadvar. “Who...Are...You?” he intoned mechanically. It was sort of creepy how he said that with his dead, soulless eyes, but otherwise he was really hot for a brown haired Imperial loving Nord. Maybe she would have to change her mind on hair color and hotness.

Oh, by the way, that rambling guy died when he got shot full of arrows when he tried to run away. Can’t forget that part. It’s sort of important, but not really.

Meanwhile, our heroine tried to tell her captives her name. She wanted to say, “My name is Rosaria Aurora Desiree Maria Elaina Corbeau,” but for some reason the words stuck in her throat as if the name was too long for some reason. Instead she had to settle for, “Maria Elaina”.

“Okay, Marilena,” the man mumbled as he looked at his list.

“No, it’s Maria Elaina,” she argued. “Well, it’s actually Rosaria Aurora Desiree Maria Elaina Corbeau, but I choked.”

“Marilena,” he muttered again as he looked at his list some more.

“Stop mangling my name!” she screeched as she threw back her long, blonde golden hair that floated down to the back of her knees in rippled waves like ripe wheat in the summer sun. She blinked her big, lovely very round blue eyes - blue like the color of the lake in the middle of the spring when things are coming to life for the first time and hope is growing in the hearts of men everywhere. She clenched her small, delicate pale hands in a small, delicate fist. She stopped her tiny, dainty foot on the ground in frustration. It wasn’t very impressinve since she was a mere 5’2” and 90 lbs and the Nords were a lot taller than her. “Say it right!”

“I don’t see any ‘Marilena’ on the list, ma’am,” the man named Hadvar said to the woman next to him.

“I don’t care, she goes to the chopping block with the rest,” the woman huffed. Marilena hated her instantly and would hate all Imperials for all time because of this stupid, hateful nameless bitch. She planned on killing her the first chance she got if she managed to get out of this.

There was more talking as some guy named Tullius ranted at Ulfric. Ulfric looked like he wanted to say something like, “Suck my big Nord dick,” but unfortunately he was still gagged and could only look at Marilena like, “Someone shoot me right now.” She understood those feels totes.

Then a dragon showed up!

Holy crap!

It yelled in draconinc and spat fire! What will happen next???!!

To be continued….

LUTE SOLO!

Just beautiful *sob*...

:P

Can't wait to see more :)

OP is flailing and doing the happy dance right now :D

Love these guys, and love A!A!

Erandur's actions are eating me up inside, I really hope to see resolution. I'm thinking Erandur was standing out in the cold in order to guilt Kressun into not spending too much time with Ulfric?

Was the hood over Kressun's face when hir was being brought to the execution block symbolic? Or simply a convenience that even from the start that Kressun's face was forever going to be hidden...

The lack of guards on Ulfric's side is rather sweet, or maybe he placed them far away so they wouldn't hear any sex sounds... Yes, that is exactly why I have decided.

Great again, and I cannot wait to see Ulfric and Kressun's exchange. How does the alleged true High King react to Kressun's neutrality?

Kharjo’s answering mischievous grin did not help.

The rest of the afternoon went by… no less chaotically.

Following their timeout session, Blaise and Lucia grabbed several tokens of my affection that I had lovingly set next to their beds and flung them at each other. Gems, rare books, and custom pieces of armor I’d paid good money for became makeshift ballistics. It took both Ghorbash and myself to put a stop to the rapid rate of fire, and only when I threatened to relocate the family to the cramped quarters of Breezehome did the children stalk off in different directions. A headache crawled its way through my temples as my spouse grabbed the nearest liquor bottle and plopped himself into a nearby chair.

“Who knew raising kids could be so exhausting?” he wheezed, pouring himself a drink. “I once went three training days without resting during my time in the Legion. Ten minutes with these two rugrats, and I’m ready to take a nap.”

“Maybe parents develop some kind of special stamina when they start with babies,” I mused. “We must have missed that crucial metamorphosis by going the adoption route.”

Ghorbash leered at me. “So should we try for a baby once all this dragon business is finished? Start the whole childrearing thing from the beginning?”

The suggestion brought warmth to my face, and I sent him my best sultry smile as I prepared to deliver a coy response.

Unfortunately, my flirtatious moment was ruined by a new commotion resounding from the main hall. Exhaling in vexation, I crossed babies off the to-make list for the time being and spun around to stomp out. A skeever greeted me from my dining table, and despite Llewellyn’s best efforts to smash it with his lute, it scurried around evading the attacks until it made the decision to leap straight at me.

The stream of flames that surged from my hand barbecued it in midair, and its charred corpse hit the wall next to me as a shrill howl suddenly filled the entire manor.

“Why would you do that?” Blaise shrieked from the other side of the table. “I was going to ask if I could keep it as a pet. I’m never speaking to you again!”

And off he went in an overdramatic display of anguish that raised questions about his masculinity.

Kharjo sauntered over to stand next to me, feline features set in an observant expression. “This has been… very enlightening.”

“Indeed,” I answered with deep dismay. “I was naïve to think that perhaps this would be one time my family didn’t completely embarrass me.”

“Hey! Back up from my wife before I turn you into a fur rug, Cargo!” Ghorbash barked from the bedroom.

My fingers came up to pinch the bridge of my nose in a pose of weariness as I addressed my follower. “If you can find a section of the manor that isn’t teeming with hostility or insanity, please feel free to make yourself at home,” I told him. “And we will spend only one night here, I promise. Any longer, and I’ll be far too tired to bother facing the World-Eater.”

*OP flails*

Excellence! I wasn't expecting an update that quickly! Cannot wait for the smutty goodness :D

Erik's first time with a man (or at all, if you prefer) is with the dragonborn.
It can happen while they're traveling together ir back in Rorikstead. Maybe he wants to thank the DB for helping him.

My favourite races for the DB are Dunmer and Argonian but I'm not picky.

aah you're all making me want this so bad. I can totally see them bringing all the bards together to make a super band or philosophising with paarthurnax, I think they'd get along well. *hopes for a fill*

Hello all,

I want your fills focusing on couples that are rarely or have not existed before in any known fanfic.

Here's a list of the inter-racial couples I'd can think up of so far:

DunmerXBosmer

KhajiitXDunmer (there is a book in the game that entails this relationship)

AltmerXRedguard

RedguardXBreton

BretonXDunmer

BosmerXAltmer

RedguardXBosmer

OrcismerXImperial

NordXOrcismer (two of the warrior races, makes sense in a lot of ways. Surprises me that they don't interact much as they will SO have much in common)

OrcismerXDunmer

NordXBosmer

KhajiitXAltmer

ArgonianXDunmer

ArgonianXKhajiit

MULTIFILLS are encouraged.
Any other interracial couples are invited.
Both slash & femslash are wanted as much as heterosexual couples.
PWPs and continuing stories are all loved and welcomed in Mara's eyes. ;-)

OP here: In a way...
Whenever I visit Understone Keep, the two of them keep running past me to get back to the Court and Ondolemar. Seems mighty suspicious to keep rushing back to your duty with your fellow guard in tow, don't cha think? ;-p

Second! This would be lovely. I may give this a go if no one else does.

Okay, I love all the Jarls in Skyrim. Like they are just hilarious and adorable (and hot). And what I'd love to see is them all interacting like at a summit. Obviously the Imperial Jarls would be altogether so like an Imperial summit (before or after the war, your choice) and vise versa the Stormcloaks (I can't see both sides meeting at all since they would just kill each other).

And yeah. Just give me shenannigans. Like how would Ulfric deal with Skald and Korrir and Dengeir because I can see them having a yell-off over who has more wisdom/respect. Or even Elisif having to deal with Onmund and Siddgeir and Maven. Especially Maven!

Bonus points for the Stewards and Housecarls watching this mess go down.
Double bonus if the Dragonborn/Thane is involved and eggs the squabbles on more.
Imperial Bonus: Jarl Idgrod has one of her 'visions' during the meeting (because I love that old woman)
Stormcloak Bonus: Skald mentioning his 35 years of being Jarl. Like, 35 times.

I don't think that there are any prompts at all for someone "interacting" with a Hagraven. So my compromise is this; Hagravens live for a long time, okay, but they still age at more or less the same rate which results in the hags you normally fight. But what if you catch a Hagraven before they begin accumulating their years on their faces? Then they sort of look like this [NSFW](g.e-hentai. org/s/3663090668/592834-17).

So how about? Would anyone want to write a story about a sexy bird-lady having steamy intercourse? The only things I object to is bathroom stuff, everything else is permissible.

MMMM yes, seconded!

And you're right, Nord/Orc would be definitely interesting (and hot)

But what about Balgruuf? Does he get invited at all? I can't stop thinking about him, all alone as the others are having their very exclusive parties.

We had beastiality on the SKM. We had non-con. We had S&M, bloodplay, knifeplay. We are a kinky bunch. Perhaps I missed it, but I have not seen watersports. I am curious. I want to see this.

Some suggestions:
- werewolves might use their pee to mark their "territory" (Sinding, Companions, something Vilkas or Skjor or Aela?)
- a sexy lady dominates a sexy man and pees on him
- Argonians and Khajiit have stranger ways than other mer and men: someone of these beast races uses some watersports during their lovemaking with one of a non-beast race, and said recipient is surprised, but then enjoys it
- a rather sweet and innocent man/woman turns out to have this kink and just happen to find someone who is totally into it as well
(- all of the above?)

Let's go for consensual. And no scat (...yeah, I know).

Any race, any combination of race, any combination of gender, no more than three people involved.

Other of my kinks would involve some dom/sub and a bit of roughness, with sweet fluffiness to round it off.

...umm. Okay. But Balgruuf is an Imperial?? I said the Imperials could meet... He would be included in that???

Once Kharjo went to try his luck at the north wing, I hunted down Rayya, who was having a grand time hammering away at the cellar’s fully functional forge—which, in retrospect, seemed a terrible idea to build below the abode where my children lived. Something about the noxious fumes, but oh well; it was done. My Redguard housecarl snapped to attention when I snatched the blacksmith hammer from her hand, and reluctantly, she complied with my order to station herself at the kitchen and cook dinner.

I took a few blessed minutes of peace to myself, unloading the items from my pack into the safes and chests surrounding the forge. A self-professed hoarder, I produced animal pelts, ingots, daggers, and potions that should have been physically impossible to all fit into the simple traveling bag I lugged around with me on my adventures. I was halfway through my obsessive-compulsive organizing when the surface over my head suddenly shook from a loud impact. Cursing, I dropped the ingots I was arranging in alphabetical order and dragged myself to the ladder leading back to the manor.

The interior had been evacuated, but the telltale sounds of a battle waging outside brought new speed to my movements. Dashing to the open entrance, I came upon the sight of my follower, my spouse, my bard, and my housecarl taking on an incensed giant that had murdered all of my chickens. So busy was I mourning for my deceased poultry, that the members of my household managed to kill the giant without my help.

“While I would never question your priorities, my Thane, I’m surprised at your concern for the chickens when the children are in hysterics over there,” Rayya commented in a flat tone, pointing to Blaise and Lucia quivering in the stables.

“Of course the children are first on my mind,” I sputtered as my face flushed. Leaning down, I grabbed the chickens and shoved them at her. “Here. You might as well add them to the meal. Now back to the kitchen with you.”

Once again demoted from guardian warrior to domestic chef, Rayya took the birds and made her disgruntled way back inside. Llewellyn and Kharjo followed her while Ghorbash herded Blaise and Lucia up the stairs to the balcony on the other side of the manor since they refused to go near the giant’s corpse. It had begun raining, and I had to coax my carriage driver to come in out of the downpour when, for some incomprehensible reason, he stubbornly declined to leave his post.

With everyone inside, I glanced at the dead giant now draped over my doorstep.

Meh. We’ll move that thing later. Bloody chicken-killing savage.

In the next hour, I spent a ridiculous amount of time playing hairdresser to my distraught daughter. All attempts to salvage her once-vibrant tresses ended in an unsightly crew cut that even I wanted to claw my eyes out over. When she asked for a mirror to see the results, I spared her the horror and sent her off to play. Blaise, still cross with me for roasting his disgusting rat pet (which I wouldn’t have allowed him to keep, anyway), took to following Kharjo around and lamenting about how it was unfair, how everything was unfair, and no one understood him. I witnessed Kharjo’s eyes glaze over as he offhandedly agreed with all the complaints pouring from the boy’s mouth.

Dinner, of course, turned out to be a disastrous event. Rayya stood at the far end of the dining table and unleashed a defensive running documentary about how she was trained for combat, not cooking. After one taste, Kharjo and I silently pushed away our bowls of the concoction trying to pass off as stew. Llewellyn leaped from the table with the declaration that he felt ill, Blaise and Lucia outright spat their mouthfuls at each other, and Ghorbash stomped to the kitchen with the intention of preparing a meal that was at least edible. The carriage driver, Gunjar, who had waited for everyone else’s reactions before tasting the stew, set his spoon down, looking smug.

“Damn it, Derkeethus,” I muttered to myself as the space erupted with louder chatter and arguing. “Now would be a fantastic time to have my steward hire an in-house chef. How do the children even eat while I’m gone?”

When Llewellyn returned to the main hall, I barked at him to play something that would hopefully distract people enough to prevent further mayhem.

“What would you like me to play?”

“For the love of the Nines, I don’t care, just hurry up and let me hear something besides all this quarreling,” I snapped, rubbing my temples.

He picked up his flute just as Blaise and Lucia decided on using their spoons as catapults for Rayya’s food. My offended housecarl remained in her spot with her arms folded over her chest, and Kharjo was kind enough to help me separate the wayward siblings to different wings of the manor. While he carted Blaise over to the storage room, I sat Lucia down in the kitchen, where Ghorbash muttered about how ridiculous it was for a woman to utterly fail at something so simple and domestic like making stew.

“I just don’t understand,” he griped, throwing leeks and peeled potatoes into a pot of boiling beef stock. “The men over in Dushnikh Yal would make better wives than your housecarl, Efaldra.”

“Well, in her defense, she did state that she hadn’t been taught the art of domesticity. I’m no four star chef myself.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got your looks going for you.” My husband sent me an impish wink and a tusk-filled grin.

Despite my sheer exhaustion, I chuckled. “You, sir, are biased.”

Lucia stared back and forth between us during the exchange and wrinkled her nose. “Ew. I knew this about Papa because he’s always making goo-goo eyes when you come home, Mama, but I expected better of you. Just, eww…”

And then I, the Dragonborn of legend, was accused of having cooties.

I recently got married in Skyrim, and it was sorta cute. I was hoping someone could do a fill of their own wedding or just a made up one.

It can be the DB or just two npcs. I'd like to maybe see it not being at the temple of Mara?? Maybe have it in the hold you live in or just in the woods.

I second this!

So sorry I haven't responded nonnie - I'd given up hope!

HELL YES. This OP would definitely take a dark elf! :)

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 76 of 264

«

»