Mo' money mo' problems
anonymous
October 26 2014, 13:32:04 UTC
Not sure whether we're allowed to post here yet, if we aren't, mods feel free to remove my stupidity. Okay.
For those of you that mod Skyrim to be more challenging, like I do, you've probably seen some of the 'currency' mods out there (like trade and barter, etc). Making things more expensive to buy, less expensive to sell, and so on. I myself have changed the settings so harshly that a flawless garnet is worth only 1 septim. That's how we roll in the hood.
Anyway, prompt is this - it's a civil war, empire is falling apart, everything is expensive and almost everyone is poor - including our poor dovahkiin, who hasn't quite earnt their fame yet. So, how do they earn enough to get by, kmeme? Hair brained schemes? Failed heists? Demeaning menial labour? Any idea is a good idea. Go nuts!
Sleeping Together
anonymous
October 27 2014, 08:32:52 UTC
It was nearly midnight. Farkas had just gone to bed and lay in his underclothes, protected from the cold by furs and blankets. He was halfway to sleep when he heard a tap on his door. It was so soft that for a moment he thought it must've been his imagination or a creak of the wood--Jorvaskr was an old building, after all. But then he heard it again, louder this time, and he woke up properly
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M!DB/Vilkas - Domination
anonymous
October 26 2014, 17:45:24 UTC
The Dragonborn has recently become the new Harbinger. His fellow Companions adjust to his leadership easily enough, save for Vilkas. Aela tells the DB it’s the wolf- it needs to be proven that the DB is the Alpha. While Aela and Farkas recognize the DB’s strength and accept him, Vilkas may need some OTHER methods of domination in order for him to roll over. (No non-con, dub-con is fine. Human or elf Dragonborn.)
Top Dog (1.1/?)
anonymous
November 2 2014, 06:10:34 UTC
Summary: The dragonborn becomes Harbinger and Vilkas’ wolf has trouble coming to terms with not being at the top of the pack. Things finally come to a head and the dragonborn decides to put Vilkas in his place, which coincidently, is in his bed
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Re-request: Argonian or Kahjiit/ Brelyna Maryon - Foot Fetish (or seriously just anything)
anonymous
October 26 2014, 19:25:43 UTC
It looked for a moment that this was actually going to get filled, but alas, it did not happen. Hopefully, if no one minds the repost, i will be luckier this time.
The prompt, "So, im a pretty big fan of Brelyna (So much of a fan that i had to look up how to spell her name). Shes adorable and is usually the character i marry in the game.
I also, have a wee bit of a foot fetish.
And further, i like Argonians and Kajiit.
So if some kind writer would be willing to write a story where Brelyna find out about the Dragonborn, or perhaps a fellow students, foot fetish, she takes them to a private place and has them worship her feet.
Or, if the idea of feet is too revolting to a potential author, as i said above. I just want to see anything smut related with these characters.
Either way, i would like if there was a lot of dirty talk.
A Little Fetish pt.1/?
anonymous
December 14 2014, 04:28:55 UTC
(Kinkmeme needs more foot fetish, I'm surprised at how little there is of it considering how common it is. I've got the first part of this prompt filled out. If OP is still out there and watching this thread, or if anybody else shows interest, then I'll continue. Meanwhile, enjoy
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A Little Fetish pt.2/?
anonymous
December 17 2014, 12:36:52 UTC
Two miles later, the two of them finally entered Whiterun, just as the sky overhead had begun to pass from twilight into night-time. A cheery Yinzei was the first to pass through the gates, followed by a very tired-looking Brelyna. “Here we are, Brelyna. Whiterun,” the Argonian said, glancing at her over his shoulder
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Snark, sarcasm and dirty talk
anonymous
October 26 2014, 20:05:01 UTC
"You thought it was a good idea to sneak behind the dragon? What is wrong with you? You must have lost a few brain cells when that troll hit you from behind."
"If you would've paid any attention, that would never have happened! Maybe next time I'll let you sneak up to the chest first, see if that works for you."
I love snark, I love people giving each other shit as part of their friendship or relationship, as part of their affection for each other, I love sarcasm. I would like to see a DB (F/M) and their love interest bonding over their banter, insulting each other, maybe sparring as hard as they trade verbal jabs, bothering each other endlessly, ending up in some hot dirty talk and rough sex.
Preferred: consensual, het, elves and humans, dirty talk, roughness with biting and scratching. Bits of dom/sub are welcome, too. Characters: so many to choose from... Brynjolf, Irileth, Farengar, Teldryn and Marcurio spring to mind, but whoever has a quick tongue and catches your fancy is great
Okay tbh I haven’t even played the Dragonborn DLC yet, so the only knowledge I have of Miraak is this website and my own imagination. Still, I hope you like it OP. Also, there wasn't really smut here, but it gets close, I guess?
‘This would have been so much easier,” Varki lamented, ”if I would’ve just had the guts to kill the fucker.’ It wasn't the first time today, or this month, that she cursed her own misguided goodwill. ‘The fucker’ she was referring to, of course, was none other than the fabled and infamous dragon priest, the First Dragonborn, Miraak. Who was currently huddled, just as she was, under a narrow rocky crevice out in the middle of draugr-fuck nowhere, the Reach. Outside of their stony prison the world thundered and shook as cow-sized claws scraped across the gravel and slate, and every now and then they’d see the flash of wickedly sharp teeth and feel a plume of breath that reeked old meat and decay
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This Is Your Fault (2/?)
anonymous
November 4 2014, 12:01:54 UTC
Varki grits her teeth so hard they could crack. He is goading her on, goddammit, she knows this, but still she hears the smug truth in his words. She cannot run from a fight like this, and never could. The dov blood in her would escape her very body before it let that happen.
“Fine. If it makes you less likely to cry yourself to sleep and night, we’ll kill the fucking thing.” Miraak bristles at the affront and she smirks. “Get behind me.”
They cannot take down the dragon on their own - unprepared and unarmoured - but Varki has a plan already formed. This is the Reach, after all, built on treacherous hills and sheer cliff edges. Before scrambling into the crevice - and saving that fucking ingrates life again - she glimpsed a large pile of near-unstable boulders, hazardously balanced on the hill slope.
If she could lure the dragon close enough, a well-placed Fus might be able to topple the rock and crush it. Anyone would be insane to try, but right now it was all she had
( ... )
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For those of you that mod Skyrim to be more challenging, like I do, you've probably seen some of the 'currency' mods out there (like trade and barter, etc). Making things more expensive to buy, less expensive to sell, and so on. I myself have changed the settings so harshly that a flawless garnet is worth only 1 septim. That's how we roll in the hood.
Anyway, prompt is this - it's a civil war, empire is falling apart, everything is expensive and almost everyone is poor - including our poor dovahkiin, who hasn't quite earnt their fame yet. So, how do they earn enough to get by, kmeme? Hair brained schemes? Failed heists? Demeaning menial labour? Any idea is a good idea. Go nuts!
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I'm combining this fill and a DB/Gilfre fill from last section, hope you don't mind, OP.
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The prompt,
"So, im a pretty big fan of Brelyna (So much of a fan that i had to look up how to spell her name). Shes adorable and is usually the character i marry in the game.
I also, have a wee bit of a foot fetish.
And further, i like Argonians and Kajiit.
So if some kind writer would be willing to write a story where Brelyna find out about the Dragonborn, or perhaps a fellow students, foot fetish, she takes them to a private place and has them worship her feet.
Or, if the idea of feet is too revolting to a potential author, as i said above. I just want to see anything smut related with these characters.
Either way, i would like if there was a lot of dirty talk.
Thank you."
Blessings of Sheogorath be upon you.
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"If you would've paid any attention, that would never have happened! Maybe next time I'll let you sneak up to the chest first, see if that works for you."
I love snark, I love people giving each other shit as part of their friendship or relationship, as part of their affection for each other, I love sarcasm. I would like to see a DB (F/M) and their love interest bonding over their banter, insulting each other, maybe sparring as hard as they trade verbal jabs, bothering each other endlessly, ending up in some hot dirty talk and rough sex.
Preferred: consensual, het, elves and humans, dirty talk, roughness with biting and scratching. Bits of dom/sub are welcome, too.
Characters: so many to choose from... Brynjolf, Irileth, Farengar, Teldryn and Marcurio spring to mind, but whoever has a quick tongue and catches your fancy is great
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Okay tbh I haven’t even played the Dragonborn DLC yet, so the only knowledge I have of Miraak is this website and my own imagination. Still, I hope you like it OP. Also, there wasn't really smut here, but it gets close, I guess?
‘This would have been so much easier,” Varki lamented, ”if I would’ve just had the guts to kill the fucker.’
It wasn't the first time today, or this month, that she cursed her own misguided goodwill. ‘The fucker’ she was referring to, of course, was none other than the fabled and infamous dragon priest, the First Dragonborn, Miraak. Who was currently huddled, just as she was, under a narrow rocky crevice out in the middle of draugr-fuck nowhere, the Reach. Outside of their stony prison the world thundered and shook as cow-sized claws scraped across the gravel and slate, and every now and then they’d see the flash of wickedly sharp teeth and feel a plume of breath that reeked old meat and decay ( ... )
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“Fine. If it makes you less likely to cry yourself to sleep and night, we’ll kill the fucking thing.” Miraak bristles at the affront and she smirks. “Get behind me.”
They cannot take down the dragon on their own - unprepared and unarmoured - but Varki has a plan already formed. This is the Reach, after all, built on treacherous hills and sheer cliff edges. Before scrambling into the crevice - and saving that fucking ingrates life again - she glimpsed a large pile of near-unstable boulders, hazardously balanced on the hill slope.
If she could lure the dragon close enough, a well-placed Fus might be able to topple the rock and crush it. Anyone would be insane to try, but right now it was all she had ( ... )
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