#i forgot to fucking tag this the first time

[daisyvisions]

[12:17AM] - Love and Death (e.s)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), roommate!Eric, voyeurism, masturbation (both m! and f!), use of s*x toys, clumsy and pervy Eric (if you think about it), allusion to smut, smut, and more smut 😉 Word count: 0.8K

A/N: We cheered! Another writing I managed to do hehe tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers

Thinking about roommate!Eric, who can't stop thinking about you ever since he accidentally heard you pleasuring yourself through the thin walls of your shared apartment.

Look, it's not his fault, okay? Well… maybe it was? To him, it definitely was not his fault at all! He hadn't told you he was coming home earlier than expected that night, so you took it as an opportunity to have some alone time with yourself since you needed to de-stress badly.

And you were really going to town with your trusty vibrator, chasing that sweet release that seemed so hard to reach tonight for some reason. So amidst the constant whines and moans you were making, you hadn't heard Eric's door close.

At first, Eric didn't even notice the sound coming from your room since he had his headphones on. But as soon as he took the headphones off… he heard it.

The prettiest sound to ever linger in the air. A sound so sweet he felt like honey was dripping from his ears. He nearly felt his own two feet floating, slowly gravitating to the source of the sound.

And when he heard the voice curse under its breath, that's when he realized it wasn't a figment of his imagination but rather just his roommate on the other side of the wall.

He could feel the blood pumping south to his dick, his soft member now growing hard because of thinking of all the positions he would get you in, and especially how your lips would feel against his. He shouldn't be thinking like that at all!

But truth be told, it was hard not to since he had always harbored a crush on you but never said anything to avoid scaring you off. You two had a good friendship and he planned on keeping it that way… right?

He didn't even realize he was palming himself at this point. He needed to see how you looked like sprawled on your bed immediately, willing to risk it all in the name of love desire.

To his luck, you forgot to completely close your door as he slowly nudged the door with his fingers, the warm light seeping out along with the angelic sound of your moans becoming louder. As soon as his eyes found your naked figure on the bed, he was completely drawn like a moth to a flame.

You were definitely going to be the death of him.

Your hair formed a halo around your head, your core glistening under the warm light, you looked so ethereal. Eric was so entranced by you he didn't even realize his hand had slipped beneath his sweatpants and held his member in a tight grip.

Your face started contorting more and more as you kept on thrusting your toy inside you. Shit, were you going to cum already? Is that your orgasm face? Eric could feel himself getting close to the edge with you, wishing he was helping you get closer to the edge. Everything was going so well, both of you nearing your highs… until Eric's phone suddenly rang.

You gasped loudly, halting your movements when you heard the sound. Eric frantically tried to turn down the call, finding the button that would shut the noise. From the instant panic and wanting to make a run for it before you saw him, his legs somehow tangled themselves causing him to stumble inside your room.

You instantly cover yourself with the nearest pillow, about to lose your shit on Eric until he started rambling.

“I’m-so-sorry-I-know-I-should’ve-called-when-I-got-home-I-didn’t-know-you-were-awake-until-I-heard-your-moan-and-it-was-so-hot-I-had-to-see-it-for-myself-and-I-know-that’s-pervy-of-me-but-fuck-please-don’t-see-me-less-I’m-so-hard-right-now-that’s-not-the-point-fuck-sorry-why-did-I-say-that?-I’ll-just-leave-now-sorry-for-interrupting!”

Dead silence filled the air after Eric had practically rapped his apology. Oh, he's done for, you’re going to kick him out of the apartment tonight, ex-communicate him from your life, tell of your friends to watch out for this perv, maybe even tell your other friends to beat him up and-

“…You think my moans are hot?” You mumble under your breath. Eric looks up at you confused at first, but decides to answer your question without hesitation.

“The prettiest one I’ve ever heard…” He watches the gears turn in your head as you process his answer. A small smirk appearing at the corner of your lips. “Well? What are you waiting for? Come here and help me finish.”

You swear in that moment you had never seen Eric move at lightning speed to take off his clothes and hop on your bed, help you reach your high and even find the energy to go for rounds and rounds after.

Oh he was definitely going to be the death of you.

[krirebr]

I Could Feel at the Time

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female Reader

Word Count: 650

Warnings: Explicit language, references to forced marriage and forced pregnancy, angst, drinking, sads

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A/N: Hello! So, with Part 6 of More Than This, we're coming to the end of what I've been thinking of as the first arc of that story. To celebrate, how about a super angsty ficlet of Ransom's POV of their first meeting???

Ransom sat in his car across the street from the restaurant. He watched you exit and get into a town car. He knew that from this distance he couldn’t actually see how upset you were. What he knew in his bones was just projection. But still. Your car drove away and he stayed where he was.

He’d spent the last week angrier than he’d ever been in his life. He’d sort of thought, as he’d kept getting older and no arrangements came to fruition, that he’d managed to avoid the whole thing. But now, at 35, his time had finally come. It was how condescending they’d been when they told him, his mom and granddad. “It’s time for you to grow up and settle down,” she’d said. “This will be so good for you, exactly what you need,” he’d said. And then they’d told him about the baby.

He should count himself lucky, he supposed, that he even knew. What kind of assholes must your parents be that they didn’t even tell you? Especially since it’d be your body doing the work. They’d left that dirty work to him.

He’d fucked it up. He knew that. But he was just so goddamn angry about the whole thing. He was mad at everyone involved for forcing the two of you into this. And he was mad at you for lying down and taking it. For being such a good girl. He chuckled to himself. Like he was any better.

He finally put his car in gear and pulled out onto the road. He drove for a mile or two before he saw a sign for some shitty chain steakhouse. Sure. Why the fuck not? He was hungry and wanted to keep feeling like shit. It was perfect.

He went in and sat himself at the bar. Everything was neon. It exacerbated the migraine that had been building all day. Fucking good.

They didn’t have any scotch and their best bourbon was some midtier piece of shit, so he just ordered the rail. A glass of shitty, watered-down sadness. Perfect. He also ordered the porterhouse, although that’s not what it was called here. It had some cutesy name that he forgot the moment the menu was taken away. And it came with too many sides. Everything was bullshit.

He’d lied when he told you he had other dinner plans. The plan had been for him to eat with you. But something had happened, sitting there with you. It was like everything was suddenly more real than it ever had been before. This arrangement. This marriage. This life. It was real. It was happening. He wouldn’t be able to get out of it. So as he looked at you, he couldn’t even bring himself to open the menu. And then you’d asked if he knew what he wanted and he’d panicked. It’d just fallen out of his mouth. A way to get himself out of there. 

But then you’d looked so hurt and he’d mocked you for it. Fuck. He was such an asshole. 

His food came. A rubbery steak and two different kinds of lukewarm potatoes. He’d left you at a five-star restaurant. He ate it silently while drinking his “bourbon”.

He had your number. He could call or text, apologize. But that wasn’t something he did. He wasn’t sure he fucking knew how. No. What would it help, anyway? Every time he thought about you, or the wedding, or the baby, there was this tightness in his chest that just wouldn’t let go. Whiskey sometimes helped. The real stuff, not this fucking swill he was currently drinking. Ignoring it helped a lot. So that was what he would do. He’d do what he told you to do, live the next three weeks like none of this was happening. What else was there?

And for now, he’d finish his fucking steak.

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[dangoulains-devotion]

to catch a falling star

[oodlesodoodles]

I couldnt finish. Got too sad.

[brother-emperors]

revisiting crassus, clodius, and the bona dea scandal! but this time with a new composition and a limited color palette

originally when I drew the first version of this idea, it was back when I thought that crassus would be a week long fixation at most (lmao), and instead he just. took up permanent residence in my mind. it seemed like a fun thing to go back to an earlier idea and see what changed now that I've spent a lot more time with everyone involved in this era!

also the way these two interlocked politically. I am. biting into it.

The Defeat of Rome: Crassus, Carrhae and the Invasion of the East, Gareth C. Sampson

Crassus: the First Tycoon, Peter Stothard

Crassus: A Political Biography, B. A. Marshall

Crassus, Clodius, and Curio in the Year 59 B.C., Robert J Rowland, Jr.

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

[front-facing-pokemon]

[tea-time221]

woe, shitpost be upon thee

this all started with the ibruprofen drawing and it suddenly divulged into drawing them as ponies. its good warm-up i wont lie

i cant find the post but shoutout to that one artist that made a whole pony au for all the bg3 companions. truly doing god's work out there.

[lynnbutlertron]

CLONE HIGH SEASON 3 MY BELOVED……

[percymawce-arts]

My entry for @mx-paisley ‘s 1K follower Will Wood DTIYS!

I was being indecisive again so have another text option :P

I’m so serious when I say I knocked this out in a day. I got so excited b/c the original drawing was so goddamn cool, and I literally just powered through all the way until the end. Got through three Jurassic movies. So, well done on making an incredibly inspiring art piece, Raine.

Close ups!! :P

[jaybybyby]

I'M GOING TO LOSE MY FUCKING MIND

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

people practice w Them <3

[icantdothistodaybruh]

yea sooooo I may have or may have not watched and instantly rewatched all kuro musicals in existence in a spawn of one week and now have roughly 40 screenshots to redraw from

I think I might be insane or something

[youredreamingofroo]

The Sheep in Wolf's Clothing Onia Dhithos - -

"I will pull at my horns and bruise my flesh until I am born anew, my chest is too warm, I spew warm honey where I want muck. tar. I want to bear the teeth that my father and mother bore. These teeth are not sufficient. I want a bite, and I want it to be more than my words. I want to bite. I want to be the Wolf."

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[ Alt. ver. under the cut ] B/As

[itsredpaint]

in which dan heng becomes dan feng's courier

sequel to this au

[flickerintwilights]

on the road to hell

[scoliosisgoblin]

yo, @bennydunbar, check this out