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Skyrim makes me homesick for a place i’ll never be and that shit’s gut wrenching

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We received a review copy of The Elder Scrolls: The Official Cookbook Vol. 2. While we've yet to make any of the meals from it, we have read it. The cookbook is written from an in-universe perspective, from a young chef adventuring across Tamriel to learn more about cooking.

There were a lot of little details that were very interesting to us from a lore perspective, this book legitimately gives us one of the largest looks at life in the Fourth Era across Tamriel. Very surprisingly, it even seemingly confirms the events of one of Skyrim's questlines.

We were particularly surprised that it gave us a look into some of the regions that it did, like the Summerset Isles (although we can't show you previews from those pages yet). And this book can be added to the growing list of evidence that others are aware of M'aiq the Liar.

There was even a surprising segment that explored a very niche lore topic that was of interest to one of our editors (can't show you the preview from that one yet either).

It's kind of strange that one of the most common complaints about recipes are the unnecessary stories that get attached to them, but for this book it was one of the highlights for us. Ironically, this cookbook made us really hungry for them to release more official Elder Scrolls books.

You can find the publisher's official list of links to this book here, and it should be released officially very soon.

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Hey.... You Up?

summary: sending a 'you up?' text at midnight is totally innocent, right? smau gn reader, no gendered pronouns or y/n used feat: Miraak, Brynjolf, Mercer, Teldryn, Vilkas, Farkas warnings: suggestive & explicit sexual references, minors should not read or interact masterlist

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I'm not done with Cicero Loves You, Listener! obviously, but my brain is itching for different prompts.

Send them my way, any NSFW prompts can be thrown to my alt Nightingaletes! I'll work with either.

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I reblog something to this account once and change it back to my main only for it to not keep that decision and fuck me over many times.

I pray none of you ever set this account to notifs.

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Not Fazed, Only Here To Sin

summary: asking your beautiful boyfriend to let you tie him up <3 f! reader, no y/n used. feat: Brynjolf, Vilkas, Miraak, Farkas warnings: explicit sexual content, minors should not read or interact with this post. masterlist

"I dunno, lass." Brynjolf purrs, large hands wandering up your back. He's clearly trying to distract you and gods above, it's working. Shivers run up your spine as his lips trail along your throat, every sense wholly full him. "Don't you like when I do all the work? You always look so pretty comin' undone for me." "I do." He makes it so fucking hard to think. Brynjolf smirks against your lips, fingers so skillfully twirling into the root of your hair. "I wanna - " all words dissolve into a filthy moan when he tugs, stars appearing behind your eyes as pleasure slithers along every nerve. "Gotta use your words, lovey." Brynjolf murmurs in that silky voice - he knows that it drives you mad. Working past the overwhelming thrum of desire you collect yourself, hands shoved against his chest. "You're always doing all the work." Your voice is steadier but the way his eyes so intently watch your mouth threaten to ruin that. "I want to make you feel good. Let me do the work this time." For one brief moment, his mask of confidence slips. The corner of his smile falters just enough to clue you in to what must lurk beneath his need to shoulder the majority of the work - he's never once considered his own pleasure. He's so focused on making you feel good and never spares a thought for himself. "You feel safe with me, yeah?" You ask, cupping his stubbled jaw. Brynjolf nods without thinking, allowing you to tilt his face toward yours. "'Course I do." "You trust me to make you feel good?" "Only you, lass." His lovely green eyes watch every move you make, muscles loose and relaxed as you triple check the tension around his wrists. His cheeks are flushed and he can hardly resist grinding his up into yours, thankful for the way you've straddled his torso to tie him in place. There's a flush in his cheeks when you glance down at him with that nervous smile on your face. "Alright, Bryn?" You ask once more, terrified of crossing a boundary. Again he nods, fingers flexing against your headboard above the carefully tied knots. "Just fine, love." He watches intently when you crawl down his body to untie his trousers. His arms reach uselessly to help you and fuck, it's thrilling to see him so helpless. Your love life has never been boring but these sounds are new - these whimpering, needy moans dripping from his lips. Your name is mingled with curses as his back arches off the bed, cock throbbing and desperate to be buried deep in your throat again. "Fuck, lass - please, gods stop teasin'." Brynjolf's thighs tense, arms tugging against the restraints. His cheeks are red and each breath is huffy, that beautifully wide chest rumbling with each plead for more. Absolutely drunk on the sight of him you indulge his pleas, throat tightening around the girth of his cock and arousal pooling in your gut at the grateful moan that escapes him. "Love you, love you so much - don't stop, please don't stop," Brynjolf babbles when your tongue slides along his length. So greedily you indulge in running your hands up his thighs and over his stomach, intent on lavishing every little bit of him with the attention he deserves.

Vilkas sneers, thumb and forefinger holding your chin. He tilts your face up to his, those dark eyes taking in every little detail of your expression. Your cheeks flush but you refuse the urge to laugh it off, stomach squirming under the intensity of his gaze. "Why would you want to do that?" "I want to hear you whimper." You speak plainly, ignoring the heat in your face. "I want you to beg for me." For once, Vilkas doesn't have a retort. His brows knit together and he gulps, clearly affected by your words. Under your palm his heart begins to race but he's nodding, rough fingers dragging your lips to his. "Not a word of this to anyone." Vilkas grumbles, falling into your bed. He looks so pretty laying there, hands outstretched just waiting to be bound. Strands of messy hair fall into his face and those sinful lips are parted when he stares up at you. "Not a word." You swear, snapping the belt from your waist. Vilkas' cheeks burn when the leather tightens around his wrists, surprised at the arousal pounding through every inch of his body as it's tightened just enough to keep him in place. His jaw clenches when you straddle his waist, skin burning with need but you hold back - he's hardly said a word. You know Vilkas' teeth are grinding behind those pretty lips when he stares you down, hips rolling just enough to get his point across, but you aren't giving in to him. It's exhilarating to watch him shiver under your gentle touch, fingers tracing up the scars across his chest. "C'mon, just -" "What, Vilkas?" Oh, you're under his skin. Your mock sympathy leaves his cheeks burning and Vilkas' hips thrust upward into yours, cock bumping against your cunt. Of course he could break out in a heartbeat but the knowledge that he's playing along so willingly, bending to your will - it's just as arousing as the needy tilt of his hips. "You know." He groans, head falling back and giving you a generous view of his throat. Pink creeps up the sensitive skin when you place teasing little kisses down his collarbones, his fingers gripping at the restraint. "All you have to do is ask nicely, honey." You soothe, deeply enjoying the desperate breath he sucks in. "Please." "Please what?" "Gods -" Vilkas blurts when your teeth graze along his chest. He looks gorgeous, all spread out and desperate for more. "Just fuck me already. Please." He makes the most delicious sounds when you finally sink down onto his cock. Vilkas' fingers curl around your belt, hips rolling up to meet yours until you're fully seated atop his pelvis, cock throbbing deep in you. His broken litany of moans is punctuated with little pleads for more each time your hips raise and fall, 'yes, please - just like that, fuck, yes -'. Thick lashes fan over his cheekbones when his head falls back, control fully given over to you.

"You dare to ask this of me?" Miraak's voice booms through your bedchambers. It has been years since he'd truly intimidated you but it's fun to humor him. "I am the firstborn of Akatosh, chosen avatar of Hermaeus Mora himself -" "And your wife is asking to tie you up and make you orgasm." You grin, cutting off his tirade. You love the man more than life itself but he can talk. "What about it is unappealing to you?" "Is it not degrading?" He counters, dark eyes full of mischief. Miraak props himself up on his elbows and you note that the banter only fuels his arousal. "Is it degrading when you hold me down? When you pin my wrists or take me against a wall?" "Nothing I do is to hurt you, my heart." "Then how is this different?" He grumbles, smirk souring when he realizes that he's talked himself into a corner. "If you truly do not want this, I will not press the idea." "Do you think I am so weak that a small issue such as this could harm me?" Miraak scoffs, waving a hand your way. "As always, I will give in to your whims." Climbing atop him is fairly easy, sitting on his chest when you confirm that he's comfortable. After a snarky reply Miraak's lips find their way to your skin when you lean to fasten leather ties around his wrists. A muffled groan claws up his throat once the straps tighten around his skin, the slightest pressure going straight to his cock. He's hardly thinking when he slinks down the bed, arms extended where you're tying him to the headboard and his buries his face in your cunt. He's desperate to taste you, shoulders popping and muscles straining but he refuses to be anywhere but under you. "Miraak -" "Gods, I love you." Miraak mumbles into your skin, tongue flattening to run along your folds. Arousal blasts through your body as your husband's nose nudges against your clit, hands clutching desperately at where his are bound. His hips jerk uselessly in search of relief but there is only you, your pelvis grinding along his jaw and thighs squeezing against his ears. His eyes roll back at the stinging pleasure of your fingers buried deep in his hair, each breathy little moan of his name egging him on. "Fuck - I was s'posed to, Miraak, gods I wanted to make you -" "Cum for me, my heart." He murmurs, slick lips pressing messy kisses to your thigh. Miraak's tongue lavishes attention upon your clit, hungry eyes devouring the flush in your cheeks as each swipe sends jolts of arousal through your body. Even tied down and restrained his attention is solely on you.

"You can do whatever you want to me." Farkas grins, offering up his hands. His wrists rest together as if expecting to be cuffed. "You'd let me do anything?" "If it's you doin' it, I know it'll feel good." He shifts on the bed, already lying down. With arms raised above his head Farkas sighs, eyes fluttering closed. "It'll be nice to get a break - folding you in half takes a lot of effort, y'know." "Alright." You laugh, wrapping a strip of leather around his wrists. "Truly, it's a lot of work to make you cum that many times." "You're selfless, my love." "I am." Another dramatic sigh is accompanied by a playful smile on his face. After checking the knot you stand, his curious eyes following every little movement when you tether his ankle to the bed. "Think I'm going somewhere?" "Just in case you try to get bossy." You assure him, securing the ties around his ankles. "I don't want you getting too tired." Gods, he's gorgeous. A dimpled smile appears when you crawl atop him, sending shivers up his spine with teasing little brushes along the tantalizing slant of his hips. Farkas groans, not so subtly angling into your touch. "You're not in charge this time, dearest." You tsk before placing a kiss on his thigh. Delicious muscles flex under your attention and it takes all your willpower to resist from sinking your teeth into his hairy skin. "Just a suggestion is all." His laugh devolves into a filthy moan when your fingers wrap around his cock. Sheets stick to his sweaty back where it arches off the bed when you place a kiss to his tip. "Toyin' with me?" Fuck, the low pitch of his voice goes straight to your cunt. Your tongue teases along the sensitive head of his cock as stroke along his length, thrilled by every little sound you're able to drag out of him. You're so careful to keep him from cumming, slowing your ministrations each time he gets close. Deciding to give him a break you kiss along the sweaty curve of his stomach. Each little touch summons a breathless whimper and Farkas' hips jerk against your still hand, precum leaking over your fingers. His arms flex against the restraints, cheeks pink and eyes unfocused when he gazes down at you. One corner of his mouth lifts in a smile and you're fairly certain you fall in love all over again. "You're so pretty." You coo, slowly stroking his cock again. Farkas tries to respond but it's just an unabashed moan, head falling back to the pillows and hips grinding into your touch. "Yeah, pretty." He chuckles, chanting your name as you pick up the pace once more. Sweaty skin sticks together and your own arousal claws for attention but nothing is more important than Farkas' whimpering demands for more.

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I GOT A FEW COMMISSIONS (STILL WAITING ON ONE TO PROCESS) AND A WONDERFUL AMOUNT OF DONATIONS, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

I am waiting for the Airbnb to be confirmed because I am super worried they will cancel for no reason and Airbnb only gives partial refunds unless you give them 30 more dollars during the paying stage, which is stupid as fuck, so I'm sitting here chewing my fucking fingernails in anxiety

I still need to get the truck and I'm praying I have enough because the Airbnb cost way more than what originally it was going to be (I had to choose a different one and tack on another day, making it 470.61$, so thank you again to everyone who helped out)

I'll be heading to a credit union thing today to get a new account and debit card since Chartway wanted to be a piece of shit and never actually send me mine after having no digital option and a 7-10 business day wait time for the card to process and ship (fuck you for not being national like I thought years ago, stupid bank)

STILL SUPER ANXIOUS AND SWEATING BUT IT'S SLOWLY GETTING THERE. HOUIGH.

Hey. Sorry that I have to ask again. But what can you do.

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Put Your Hands Around My Neck - Make Me Faithful

summary: breeding kink <3 f!reader, no y/n used. feat: Miraak, Farkas, Brynjolf, Erandur, Rune, Arnbjorn warnings: explicit sexual content. minors should not read or interact with this post in any way. breeding kink, explicit mention of pregnancy. a/n: not super proofread/edited. i've been putting too much pressure on myself for everything i post to be perfect and we are trying to make healthy changes. masterlist

Miraak wants an heir. He wants to fuck you over and over until you're carrying the one who will inherit everything he's spent lifetimes building. His manor, his followers, his power - he'll give them every single thing. His eyes roll back when he recounts how perfect your child will be once he's done fucking his cum deep into you. He loves to lay with you after sex, basking in your presence and babbling about what abilities the child will inherit from you both. Miraak's fingers dance over your skin as he daydreams about parenting the first child born to two Dragonborns. "It's all your fault, my love." He murmurs against the shell of your ear. Careful fingers comb hair away from your face when he tucks you close to his chest, that soothing voice lulling you closer to sleep. "I'd never indulged in fantasies of a future before meeting you - not once did I bother to think about leaving a thing for anyone other than myself. This is all your doing."

Farkas has no ulterior motive - he just has a breeding kink. He loves fucking you until his brain shuts off, nothing but pure animalistic urges driving him. His muscles are beyond sore and you're exhausted but he's still rambling about how badly he wants to fuck you full despite the cum running down your thigh. He always takes extra care of you after finishing; strong arms carrying you to a warm bath and sheepishly setting a warm cup of tea near your hand. It's so sweet to watch him fuss over you, sappy words falling from that filthy mouth of his. "Was I too rough with you?" He always asks, plucking the washcloth from you and working soapy water along your back. "I'd let you know if you crossed any boundaries." You remind him, relieved to feel loving kisses along your shoulder.

Brynjolf fantasizes about having a big family - something he hadn't bothered to want until meeting you. For years he brushed off the idea in favor of selflessly devoting himself to the Guild. But when he bends you over the table in your new home he can't avoid it any longer. Your pants are barely tugged out of the way before spit slicked fingers are teasing along your sensitive cunt. He's babbling about what great parents you'll be together while his hips snap against your ass, the sinful combination of his voice and the harsh thrust of his cock enough to leave you speechless. "Bought this big house for what, lass? Fillin' it up with kids?" "Bryn." It's a broken little moan but fuck, just the thought of it drives you mad. Arousal shimmers along every nerve in your body at the depraved way he's fucking you, needy hands grabbing along your armor. "Anythin' you want, love. Say the word 'n I'll give it to you."

Erandur who just gets so caught up in how deeply in love with you he is. He's so wrapped up in his devotion that he cannot shake the thought of creating new life together. You aren't sure he knows what he's saying as he rambles about how he'll take such good care of you, how he wants a baby that's pretty and kind like you, that you'll never lift a finger as long as he's around. He's gripping your hips, thrusts long and slow to drag out every delicious sensation he sends through your body. When you're both finished he settles between your legs, gentle kisses pressed to your stomach and thighs. There's a flush from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as Erandur murmurs words of adoration into your skin.

Rune never felt any particular way toward being a parent until he realizes what it truly means - that it will be you at his side. He cannot shake the thought of making you a parent, of you being the one to carry his child. He'd felt lukewarm on the thought of a family but one idea lingers - he may not know his past but a positive legacy is something he can achieve. He can take all the hurt and confusion he's lived with and pour it into loving your children. "Last time I asked you weren't certain." You remind him, struggling to keep your voice even. Rune groans into your cunt, his eyes closed in absolute bliss when he finally takes a breath. "It's you." He gulps, clambering up until you're face to face. Stars burst behind your eyes when his cock slides into you, each movement slow and careful. "Want to be a dad." He pants the words into your sweaty skin. "Wanna do better for our kids - wanna do everything with you."

Arnbjorn often catches himself fantasizing but always comes to his senses before it's too late. When his cum spills across your stomach and your thighs tighten around his waist he fights to rid himself of those damning fantasies - cumming deep in you until he fucks you full, muttering the filthy thoughts he keeps deep inside into your ear. But when he's balls deep and you're whimpering under him all he can think about is how badly he wants to fold your legs up to your chest and fuck you until his cum spills down to the mattress. Often you will gaze up at him, face all flushed and hair a mess over his pillow, and Arnbjorn is terrified that you somehow know what lurks within his mind. He knows better than to say something in the heat of the moment he cannot truly offer you, something he will never be ready for. He loves you enough to grit his teeth and give you a steady hand to hold while you sigh dreamily about taking a warm bath together.

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Hey. Sorry that I have to ask again. But what can you do.

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Alright, I bet you’re not here for my bard and her dragonborn, but bear with me for a sec

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i love you intimacy in reverse order. yes we've had sex before and i know all the details of your pleasure, but i don't know anything else. i don't know what it feels like to embrace you carelessly. i can barely hold your hand, the grip is so slight it makes me lose my breath. i want to kiss you but what pressure is the right one? how much is too intimate? yes we've had sex and i've done all these things before - but without the guise of mutual pleasure, can i be sure you won't turn me away? will you allow me the delicate feeling of your hand in mine when you know it is me asking to hold it? i know i've held you before with our clothes off, but can i hold you even tighter? may i listen to the steady sound of your heartbeat? is it alright to look for it in front of everyone? yes, yes of course we've had sex before. i know what you look like naked, ive touched you with the lights off. is it alright to want see you with them on? in the morning, with the sun flitting through the blinds?is it alright to want you when the sun is up? yes we've had sex before but have we ever been intimate? can we be? tell me that it's alright to hold you. no, not like that. just like this.

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I hate xkit

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I believe in the healing power of raunchy smut.

No, really. Fundamentally, I don't buy this idea that "lust" is a uniquely degrading emotion for fiction to arouse. It's as much a part of the human condition as sadness, joy, anger, or anything, and art centering lust is not inherently better or worse than the rest.

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IT'S NOT MY BIRTHDAY, IT'S NOT!!!!!

No?? The fuck it didn't????

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No?? The fuck it didn't????

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Come Kiss Me & Bite Me

summary: them receiving oral. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Miraak, Farkas, Brynjolf, Erandur, Vilkas warnings: explicit sexual content. minors should not read or interact with this post in any way. consensual degradation, oral sex obv. masterlist / partner post - them giving oral

Miraak hisses your name, fingers buried in your hair and just enough pressure on your skull to keep him deep in your throat. Curses in old languages slip between his lips when your tongue drags along his cock, eyes watering and throat sore from edging him. His hips buck in a desperate attempt for contact when just his tip rests on your tongue, drool and precum dripping over your lips. You gaze up at him, aware of how lewd you appear when his cock twitches against your lips. His cheeks are flushed, chest heaving with every breath. You adore the sight. Miraak's face twitches as you lower your head, staring straight up at him while taking every inch of him into your mouth. He wants to be mean but has dissolved into a mess of whimpers and empty threats, pleading with you to let him orgasm.

The litany of sounds coming from Farkas make purchasing your own home worth it. Even with one hand slapped over his mouth you're certain the neighbors can hear him; his voice low and rough when your nose meets his pelvis, throat stretched around his girth. "Gods, you're heavenly." He moans, free hand clutching the bedsheets. You know how badly he wants to take charge but restrains himself, allowing you full control. You ease back, tongue dragging along the underside of his cock until your your mouth is empty. Sucking in a quick breath before you're taking all of him again, his muscles tensing in response. "Gonna cum," he mumbles mere seconds before cumming down your throat, your eyes squeezed shut as you bask in the way he moans just for you.

Brynjolf talks a lot. At first it's soft encouragement when you kneel before him, gathering any hair away from your face and murmuring about how good your tongue feels running along his shaft. It doesn't take much to have him completely undone - his head thrown back as your hands grip his thighs under the desk, his insistent fingers on the nape of your neck and groans echoing around the Cistern. "Gods, love - just like that, yeah." His hips grind upward, stuffing his cock deeper into your throat. It's hard to breathe and tears sting at your eyes but you want more of him, mindless to the possibility of getting caught. "So good f'me," he grumbles, petting down the back of your hair when you choke around him. "Always so good, love."

Erandur cannot fathom why you would do such a thing for him - he insists on reciprocating until you say those words that make his breath catch in his throat. "I want you." He's never been wanted like this. Never before has anyone hungered for him, no one has ever gazed up at him with eyes so shamelessly full of desire. Your lips look so pretty when they wrap lovingly around his cock, gentle fingers holding his hips in place as pleasure shivers down his spine. When his tip nudges the back of your throat apologies blossom on his lips, silenced by the little moan that vibrates through your chest. Erandur has never known the sheer bliss only you can bring; your tongue tracing along his cock, your hands on his body, your eyes staring up at him, gauging his reactions. You are everything.

After triple checking your comfort, Vilkas loves being mean to you. He knows it pleases you too - he sees the color in your cheeks when he smirks around those degrading remarks, nails scraping against your scalp when his fingers twist deeper into your hair. He watches your eyes roll back as his hand guides your mouth up and down along his cock, drool gathering near the base and dripping down his thigh. "Such a fuckin' slut," he praises as he fucks your throat, pleasure building far too quickly. He wants to last longer, wants to watch you shamelessly grind against the mattress in search of relief. "Gonna let me cum inside you?" "Mfhh," he feels your little nod and stills, breath coming out in huffy pants when you swallow around him. Each little move makes his cock throb but fuck you're so warm, so soft just for him.

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Buddy, pal, I think you've had too much moon sugar.

I FORGOT I HAVE AFT INSTALLED NOOOOOOO!!