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Red on You by Alpydk [Zhentweave, zombie apocalypse, 10 chapters]
The Borgias: The Hidden History by G. J. Meyer [non-fiction, history]
Under construction!
Final chapter (13/13) - Chase/OC F
It's done. My story from me to me. I can now (hopefully) pull myself back to the realities of BG3. Read it all on Ao3 here if you want to.
Just let them talk If they want to Talk don’t bother me I’m gonna keep on 'til the whole wide world knows That I really love you I really love you so
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House stood in the open doorway to the third floor’s on-call room, the two sleeping bodies before him covered loosely with a ruffled white sheet, clothes abandoned around the bed. He considered slamming his cane on the side table to wake them, maybe setting off the sprinkler above them and seeing how quickly it would take them to dress and evacuate to outside the hospital. But it was as they slept that the puzzle of poisons and candlesticks seemed to come together in his mind. One little talk with the patient and everything would be solved, one small check of smuggled belongings to confirm his theory. Not as dramatic as attempted murder, but it meant the team could move onto a new case when the time came.
Turning on his heel, the cane pressing uncomfortably into the palm of his hand; he started the irritating journey towards Nicholas’ room, first with the obnoxious slam of his sleeping subordinate’s door.
You may know the Italian poet Dante Alighieri quite well, but what about Beatrice Portinari?
Beatrice was one of Dante's artistic inspirations and, in the Divine Comedy (La Divina Commedia), his divine guide. He loved her so much that he romanticized her, elevating her to a celestial and idealized being in his seminal work.
The catch? Dante and Beatrice never actually got together. She was betrothed to someone else the entire time.
Image: Narcisse Lecomte, after Ary Scheffer. Dante and Beatrice, 19th century. The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
The Giant Who Had No Heart in His Body - In that Well Swims a Duck, 1914 (Kay Nielsen)
Okay another chapter of Red on You and hot damn, Alpydk knows how to write a zombie apocalypse. I've never been a zombie lover but ouuugh this is such a good balance between action, suspense and plot!
the way I salivate over giving men their first prostrate orgasm. So many men just go at orgasms fast and hard and you miss out on the joy of prolonging it. So many men think they can’t come hands free and yeah maybe some can’t but a lot of you can. You just need to be taken through it. Let me kiss your neck as I work my fingers inside you, massage your prostate while my other hand massages your perineum. Let me kiss you as you leak against your belly. Let me find all the sensitive spots on your body that make you twitch. Let me make you feel good so slowly it makes you want to rip your hair out. Let me get you to orgasm so hard you not only do that sexy fucking whole body shiver but your thighs spasm as your back arches off the bed. So pretty. Such an eager little slut. Good boy.
I AM SORRY TO HORNY POST AGAIN IN THE SPACE OF HALF AN HOUR but I could fucking cry from lust thinking about Rolan’s gasp if you pulled his hair whilst fucking him in the ass. I just think he deserves to get railed at his desk every day as a treat. Jesus Christ. Euthanise me.
[guy with the Cant Focus Disorder] why the fuck can't I focus
i just need to focus
HUNYADI (Rise of the Raven) (2025-) season 1 episode 2
