#M∑GAN

[saturdaysky]

fun times at the Emerald Grove

featuring Mayhew, my gnome Tav who was a hit with the tiefling kids (perhaps because they don't have to look up to him heheheh)

I learned this run that the kids will SPRINT ACROSS THE GROVE to admire your bird familiar if you summon it there, which was cuter than words could describe

[albertserra]

A Short Story / 破碎太阳之心 (2022) dir. Bi Gan

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Silent Hill (2006, Christophe Gans)

11/05/2024

[alexturner2005]

Alex swinging his guitar like a baseball bat Minneapolis, 26th Aug. 2023, By followiller

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Hi, i was wondering if you could write a fic in which (criminal minds) reid is really sick and hes late into work and so morgan goes to check on him and finds him glassy eyed and confused, he probably dosent realise hes late so morgan takes care of him and thinks about all the times reid as a kid would have had to take care of himself and like times he shoukd probably have been in the hospital but his mom couldnt take him because of the scitzophrenia (sp?) And so he isnt used to being taken care of and gets really confused as to everything morgan is doing (like morgan puts his hand on his forhead to measure his fever and reid is really confused and dosent understand why he is doing it or why he is there at all.) Sorry if thats too specific and feel free to take your own liberties, just thought it would be interesting and i think it would work great from the writing of yours i have read. <3 thank you.

Thanks for the prompt! Hope it was what you were looking for. I'm not even gonna apologize for how long this took to get out lol. This is just who I am. I will probably never change. But I appreciate that some of you still care enough to send me prompts.

CW: Canon typical mentions of k*illing and unsubs. Very brief.

Maybe Tomorrow Will Be Better

Spencer Reid was asleep on his couch when he was awakened by a knock at the door. At first he was very confused to find himself on the couch at all, since he wasn't the type to fall asleep in places that weren't his bed. It all came flooding back, though, when pain seared through his throat as he tried to swallow. Right on cue, his head started to throb and a chill raced its way up his spine– of course. He was sick. Had been for a while. He'd been asleep on the couch for a while, too. At least a day, he thought. Time was foggy ever since the fever kicked in. 

The person on the other side of the door knocked again, making Spencer jump. He'd almost forgotten about them. He got his feet underneath himself and stood, shuffling to the door with a chesty cough. The nuisance that had started it all. He'd really been hoping he wouldn't need breathing treatments this time, but it was seeming more and more inevitable, as the cough was getting worse, not better. 

At last he reached the door and unlocked it, swinging it open, too tired to bother with his usual safety rituals. If an unsub was going to kill him, today he'd go down without a fight, awful as he felt. 

But of course it wasn't an unsub. It was Derek Morgan, which was somehow even more unbelievable. 

"Morgan? What are you doing here?" Reid croaked, his voice only a husk of what it usually was. 

"I was going to ask you the same question, kid. But I can see the answer for myself." Morgan quickly assessed his teammate, from the disheveled hair to the fever flush over his cheeks, to the way he clutched the doorway for support, trembling faintly. He'd never seen anyone looking more sick. "Still, you should've called someone. We were all waiting for you, and we got worried when your phone was turned off."

"Waiting where? Where was I supposed to be?" Reid asked groggily, panic rising in his chest.

"... At the bureau? Just like every Monday?" Morgan said with a worried frown.

"Wait, it's already Monday?" Reid's eyes widened as he ran a shaking hand through his hair. "I– I thought it was only Sunday…." His breath began to whistle in his chest in panic. 

Now it was Morgan's eyes that widened. He reached out to clasp Spencer's shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, hey, take it easy kid. It's okay. No harm, no foul. It happens. Everyone misses things when they're sick. Calm down."

Reid sagged weakly against the door frame now, too tired now to support his own weight. "I don't miss things. I can't miss things," he mumbled, barely audible. 

Morgan's eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, let's get you back to bed. You need to lie down."

"I can get there myself," Reid muttered. He pushed himself off the door frame and shuffled over to collapse onto his makeshift bed, heaping the blankets back over himself with a miserable cough. 

Without hesitation, Derek followed him in and perched on a chair across from him. "Do you need anything? Water, medicine?"

"I've got it under control," Spencer said huskily. "You can go, Morgan. Give the team my apologies. I'll be back to the office as soon as I can. Hopefully tomorrow."

"You're not going anywhere like this," the other agent said. "You can barely stand, man. Have you been to the doctor?"

"Haven't gotten that far yet. I will today if it doesn't start to clear up," Reid managed around a yawn.

"I'll take you right now. I can already see this isn't going to clear up on its own." Morgan stood quickly. "What can I grab for you? The sooner we go, the better." 

“You don’t have to grab anything for me. I can handle this on my own.” 

Spencer’s frustration was evident, weakened though it was behind the sickness and fatigue, but instead of being annoyed by his stubbornness like he usually would have been, Morgan’s heart softened further. He sat back down on the chair, scrutinizing the other man. 

"I guess you're pretty used to doing the sick day thing by yourself, aren't you?" Morgan said slowly. "Not me. My mom wouldn't let us lift a finger if we had even a little cold. I kinda like being taken care of when I'm sick, so I guess I assume everyone else feels the same way." 

Spencer was quiet for a long time. So long, Derek wondered if he fell back asleep, until he coughed long and hard. 

"My mom… couldn't do that kind of stuff. I'm used to taking care of myself," Reid finally croaked. 

Morgan nodded. "I get that. But I gotta wonder… your mom would have taken care of you when you were sick like this if she could have, right?"

"Of course!" Reid said indignantly. "Of course she would have. It was just her mental health. She didn't have the capacity back then." 

"Exactly. Because everyone wants to make sure the people they care about are taken care of. Sickness brings that out in all of us. That's why I'm still sitting here right now, and why I'm taking you to the doctor before I leave. I care about you, Reid. That, and my mama taught me everyone should get a little extra attention when they're sick." 

Instead of replying, Spencer broke into another harsh coughing fit. In no time he was struggling to breathe, so Derek rushed to his side and helped him sit up with a gentle arm behind his shoulders, holding him up until the coughing subsided. Even when he was quiet, though, the hectic flush lingered on the sick man's face, and the dizzy look in his eyes worried Derek. Before he could second guess himself, Morgan pressed a broad palm to the younger man's forehead. 

From under his hand, Reid gave him a confused look. "What did you do that for?" the doctor asked after Morgan pulled his hand away. 

"Haven't you ever had anyone feel you for a fever before?" came the reply. 

"If you wanted to check my fever, you should have used a thermometer. That would be far more accurate than your hand," Reid said, still clearly confused. 

Morgan chuckled. "You may know more than me about a lot of things, Reid, but there's some things I'll need to teach you about being taken care of when you're sick. Now let me help you up and find you a coat so we can take you to urgent care. That is the nastiest cough I've ever heard."

[grassbreads]

I got to the main couple's first kiss finally (all the way in book 5!!) and even though I'm not done w it yet I'm certain I can say that No Pollution, No Public Harm has earned a place among my favorite web novels. It's absolutely my second favorite priest novel so far after Tai Sui.

It's not perfect. The plots and conspiracies in books 3 and 4 dip a little into the same muddled over-complicated feeling that I got from parts of Mo Du, and there are definitely criticism to make about background ableism and fatphobia or about this novel's over-positivity toward the police. But all the same, man. Both of these main characters are so fucking good. Their relationship is so fucking good.

Book 5 so far has been so quiet and sincere. Every part of it is infused with this intense, bone-deep ache. This is a story about regret. It's about looking back on your life and seeing your legacy and your mistakes. It's about the regrets of the elders of the community and it's about the regrets of Gan Qing. And it's about how you find a way to keep living and hoping and finding the best path forward amid that regret. And it's so sincere and complex and gentle in how it handles these feelings. Gan Qing is one of the characters of all time.

And the romance. God, the romance. It takes a long time to build up into a real romance, but now that it finally has, good god it's been worth the wait.

[quordleona03]

Blake's 7 and M*A*S*H. The Liberator shows up at a mobile Federation military hospital to have Gan's limiter removed. The Chief Surgeon, Hawkeye Pierce, agrees with extreme sarcasm, and overwhelms his CO, Colonel Henry Blake (either "no relation" or Roj's cousin, whichever is funnier), who is extremely nervous about the idea of operating on a rebel. Pierce warns Blake the operation will take 12 hours and can't be stopped once it's started, also Gan mustn't be moved for 48 hours afterward. He convinces another surgeon, John McIntyre, to assist: and talks the Chief Nurse, Margaret Houlihan, into not reporting the operation. The hospital's communications officer, "Radar", stalls Major Burns, the second-in-command, from sending a report to the Federation that the notorious rebels are there. But the report gets sent. And Federation battleships show up. Avon has figured out a way of teleporting Gan once the operation is completed without technically "moving" him, and Hawkeye and Houlihan get teleported along with him when the Liberator crew show up - they don't know the battleships are due, they just want to keep providing patient care so that Gan survives. The Liberator speeds out of the local space: the battleships show up and destroy the mobile Federation military hospital, no survivors: Blake comes to break this to Hawkeye and Houlihan. Gan's fine. This is an AU based on the first-season Blake's 7 episode Breakdown with M*A*S*H characters. Because this is the B7-verse, it's deadly and tragic and innocent people get killed. Not so different from MASH, really.

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

[mystra-midnight]

The Devil and I

summary: logan might have looked like an ordinary man, but the weight of his metal-laced bones pressing against your back was intoxicating—deliciously so. and he knew this with the same certainty with which he knew the earth revolved around the sun.

warnings: 18+ only. dom!logan. rough sex. messy sex. spanking. tiny hint of anal play.

words: 1.8k.

notes: i am not even sorry. not one bit. this was inspired entirely by this post by @i-spit-on-your-garage and dedicated to her also. thank you for sharing your horny thoughts with me.

"That's it, baby, taking me so well."

Logan's voice was a gruff growl against your ear, crawling up his throat and over your skin like whiskey, full-bodied. His breath, warm and tinged with a hint of smoke, sent shivers down your spine. His large hands kneaded the flesh of your hips as he dragged you against his pelvis again, the sound of skin hitting skin loud, leaving your arse stinging from the impact.

You'd never given much thought to his body until now. What had started as harmless flirting—a dirty fantasy about fucking the mutant called Wolverine—had taken a turn. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive; in fact, Logan was the epitome of a woman's wildest dreams. He was tall and impossibly strong, his muscles rippling under your fingertips. But what surprised you most was his weight, the heaviness that came from the adamantium skeleton beneath his warm flesh.

Logan might have looked like an ordinary man, but the weight of his metal-laced bones pressing against your back was intoxicating—deliciously so. And he knew this with the same certainty with which he knew the Earth revolved around the Sun. 

That's why he kept you in this position: on your knees, face pressed into the mattress, hips raised, your slick folds stretched around his girth. Logan relished seeing his women like this—whiny and cock-drunk, the perfect plaything for his pleasure. Your voice was muffled, fingers digging into the sheets so tightly they hurt. You could barely make a sound as he thrust into you, each powerful stroke forcing gasps from your lungs. He didn't mind.

Your entire body trembled when his hand moved up your sweaty back, each fingertip tracing the delicate curve of your spine with deliberate tenderness. The sensation was electric, a shiver-inducing journey that left your skin prickling with goosebumps. He paused at each vertebra, applying just enough pressure to make you arch before continuing his path upward. When his fingers finally reached the nape of your neck, they didn't simply rest there—they curled possessively, his grip firm and unyielding, as if he was claiming ownership of your very being.

He pinned you against the mattress with effortless dominance, his weight pressing you down, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. The warmth of his breath ghosted over your ear, a tantalising promise of what was to come. His presence was overwhelming, a dark force looming over you like a stalking shadow, enveloping you in his warmth.

Somehow, you managed to suck in a shaky breath, a soft whine escaping your lips as he turned your face towards his, and then his lips crashed into yours with a fierce hunger. The kiss was made entirely of tongue, teeth, and saliva. His tongue invaded your mouth, exploring every corner with a desperation that matched your own. His teeth grazed and nipped, a blend of pleasure and pain that sent jolts of heat straight to your core. Saliva mixed and smeared, creating a mess neither of you cared to clean.

As he slowed the piston of his hips, switching to a slow deep grind that had the crown of his cock abusing that sweet spot inside your pussy, your eyes rolled so far into your skull that, for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw your own brain. It was like he was carving his way into your guts and hitting the back of your throat. "Lo-gan!" You gasped as a sob welled in your chest, your tears finally falling, leaving streaks of mascara and eyeliner down your cheeks. "M-more, faster, please," you begged.

He tutted mockingly behind you, each sound dripping with condescension and the unmistakable arrogance of pure male dominance. Before you could react, his open palm came down hard on your arse, the sudden, stinging impact tearing a surprised shriek from your lips. The sharp zing of pain cut through your already-burning skin, sending a fresh wave of moisture surging through your core. The sensation caused your inner muscles to tighten around the length of his shaft, gripping him firmly as he bottomed out inside you, his cock buried to the hilt.

He stilled for a moment, savouring the feeling of being completely enveloped by your slick heat. Without warning, he spanked you again, the loud crack of his hand against your flesh echoing through the room. You hissed at the sharp sting, your pussy clenching around him. He growled in response, the sensation of your tight walls driving him wild.

"Greedy girl," he grunted against your ear. His hand came down again, delivering another hard spank that resonated through your body, the sting of it sending a jolt of pleasurable pain straight to your clit. His hand lingered there, palming the globe of your arse as he admired the perfect handprint he'd left, the outline of his fingers vivid against your flushed skin. He could feel the slickness coating your inner thighs, the evidence of your arousal mixing with the sweat on your skin, dripping from his balls as he thrust hard into you.

The air was thick with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the wet slap of skin against skin as he thrust into you, driving deep, setting a fast pace. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice a rough, guttural sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Keep squeezing me like that, and I'm gonna blow right fucking now."

Logan's gaze remained fixed on your arse, his cock twitching inside you at the thought of what it would be like to actually fuck you there. The idea consumed him, driving him to act on his desires. With a growl, he slipped his thumb into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly before bringing it down to your tight hole. He smeared his spit around your sensitive entrance, groaning deeply as your pussy tightened around him in response.

"Logan!" you cried out, his name slipping from your lips in a breathless plea.

His grin widened at the sound, his expression smug, and he tightened his grip on the nape of your neck, pulling you up onto your hands and knees. “You gonna let me fuck you back here next, bub?” he asked, already knowing what your answer would be.

You moaned wantonly, nodding as you pushed back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts halfway and impaling yourself on his thick cock. “Gods, please, I want it so bad,” you begged, sounding like a common whore.

“Atta girl.”

This was all he said, his voice so arrogant and condescending, before grabbing both your hips tightly, steadying you, his fingers leaving bruises on your skin. The force of his thrusts was maddening, driving you to claw at the sheets, your body teetering on the brink of orgasm embarrassingly quickly. Your walls clamped tightly around him, each movement sending you closer to the edge. It felt like a thunderstorm was tearing through your head, igniting every one of your nerves.

You could hear him grunting, feel the droplets of sweat dripping from his hair onto your back and how his fingers bruised harder into your hips, holding so tightly that your bones were sure to bend and break. But none of this registered in your mind the way it should have. You were lost in the moment, drowning in the overwhelming pleasure about to ruin you.

"Gonna cum—right there, right there—please, please, Logan. I need to cum. Fuck me—ah, harder, fuck, fuck—Logan!"

He was wild and feral—an animal.

Without warning, the air was punched out of your lungs as the orgasm struck you like a bolt of lightning, turning your blood into electricity and your limbs into live wires. You came hard, crying out a pretty symphony of his name as pleasure wracked your body. At the same time, he bottomed out, burying himself balls deep and filling you completely, shooting thick, ivory ropes of cum deep inside you, coating your walls.

Fisting a hand in your hair, he wound the silken strands around his fingers, using the grip to force your face back down against the mattress. His hips ground against your arse, rocking gently back and forth, his movements sending waves of pleasure through your trembling body. And as he came with a guttural growl, his release surged into you, hot and overwhelming, flooding your still-fluttering walls.

The fullness was almost too much, his cum filling you completely until it had nowhere else to go. It began to seep out, slick and warm, trailing down the seam of your pussy where your tight grip on his cock created a barrier. Warmth spread through your body like fire racing through your veins, an intoxicating heat that intensified as he filled, fucked, and possessed you entirely.

His teeth sank into your shoulder in a savage bite as you panted his name in sweet nymphomania, wriggling beneath him, his weight comforting—like a heavy blanket. Logan's tongue followed, laving over your flushed flesh, soothing the sting left by his canines. He growled deeply, savouring the taste of you as his abdominal muscles flexed and his cock ached, twitching inside you with every pulse of your body.

When he finally began to pull out, you couldn't suppress the whine that escaped your lips, the sound filled with a sense of loss. The feeling of emptiness was stark, save for where the head of his cock remained nestled just inside your snug walls, a final intimate connection.

Logan sat back on his haunches, taking a moment to admire the view before him. Your arse was flushed the most beautiful shade of pink, marked by his handprints and the forceful impact of his hips. Thick ribbons of cum dripped from your swollen folds, which were slick with the evidence of your release. The mixture of your arousal and his seed connected you to his cock in a vivid tapestry of desire, each drop falling to the mattress below.

He watched as the thick fluid dripped from both of you, creating a small, glistening pool beneath your bodies. With a rough but affectionate touch, Logan patted your arse, the force making it jiggle and your hips twitch involuntarily. His satisfaction was evident in the low, gravelly tone of his voice. "That felt like a good one," he remarked, a hint of pride lacing his words as he continued to drink in the sight of you, thoroughly used and utterly beautiful.

He snapped his hips forward, rutting into you with surprising vigour, filling you again and relishing in the wet squelching that echoed through the room. Each thrust forced his cum to leak from your well-used pussy, the slick evidence of your coupling escaping with every movement. You gasped, the sensation almost too much to bear, your hips wriggling as though to escape the overwhelming pleasure that teetered on the edge of overstimulation. But Logan only laughed as he thoroughly enjoyed how your body remained so tightly wound, so damn sensitive and ready to take him.

His stamina, just like the weight of his skeleton, was a marvel. It shouldn't have been surprising, given his mutation. His body was in a constant state of peak performance, always regenerating and healing. Logan 'Wolverine' Howlett had never been a one-and-done type of man; he was relentless and insatiable.

"Hope you don't think we're done, bub," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly promise against your ear. "'Cause we've got all night."

[finnickodaiir]

Halsey pls do a proper tour... i don't wanna have to sit through Megan Fox's weird boyfriend to get to your setlist

[mea-cuppa-part-2]

Say Yes! to M!ch!gan! - Sufjan Stevens, 2003

[ganondoodle]

more ideas for the new totk rewrite (rewrite + villain rauru);

(zelda has the shiekah stone, link has an imperfect imitation of it that lacks its abilities from botw but can still make photos, has the map and teleport- since they lack the knowldge of how to make shiekah stones they tried to make one that at least has these basic function for you- it explains you not having its abilites anymore and works with zelda being gone for the first half of the game)

once you aquire all normal engima stones, the last one before the mid point unlocks, its the yiga one bc you gotta figure out first that they have one and since you can do the others in any order its to prevent you from doing the gerudo one last bc

once you are only missing zeldas and ganondorfs stone, rauru tells you to go back to the starting area bc from there he can get enough power to seek out exactly where they are- you do it and its ... in gerudo town

when you go there, the gerudo are suddendly hostile towards you, and are telling you that you are helping the wrong one- rauru of course says that ganondorf must have went to them and riled them up against you, they are his people after all (and evil stays in the family, right?), at the very least here youd notice something is off-

so he tasks you with infiltrating the city, you fight the gerudo until you reach Riju and Ganondorf (who is now in restored gerudo appearance), Riju again tries to tell you to not fight and listen to her but at this point raurus influence is too strong, he makes you keep going until she is forced to draw her weapons on you, but Ganondorf takes her to the side and says he will confront you, bc you will not listen- she begrudgingly agrees and ganondorf takes you to an arena to fight;

the fight is like an actual boss battle, once you defeat him the second phase takes you to the underground (still working on the details as to how) once you beat this one too, a cutscene starts, as you land the last hit and he gets staggered rauru takes control over your hand and throws the master sword (it wasnt broken at the start) to land the final fatal blow, rauru apologizes and says he only did it bc the moment was too perfect-

then, either that laserbeam thing or a shiekah stone ability breaks the wall and zelda storms into the arena, yelling at you to stop what you are doing (gan didnt want her to be in the same room when he fights you bc then rauru had both missing stones right there- but she couldnt not intervene once it was clear ganondorf was losing) she starts to try and explain what is happening but rauru takes ahold of you and you attack zelda to get her stone, she draws her dagger she carries for self defense but stops bc its .. link shed have to attack, at the same time ganondorf rips the mastersword out of his chest and lunges to intervene but rauru uses the hookshot like ability of his arm to stop him and grabs onto the stone on his forehead, his claws ripping both stone and its golden socket violently away- he has aquired both of their stones now- ganondorf falls to the ground and his body start to disintegrate into green magic, your tattoos start to disappear and your arm too as rauru quickly rebuild his own body, he throws zelda to the side of the arena and takes you to a strange dimension of nothing but another arena lined with statues of rauru, floating in a greenish void with sonau magic patterns slowly moving around

a fight starts, the mastersword lies on the ground here and ccan pick it up, but you have lost your right arm, and are hurt, your hearts empty and you cannot heal, you cant wield it with your left arm, much less in this condition, rauru gives a little villain speech, thanking you for what you did and telling you his grand idea to make your world into the one he had back in the day, a world full of light with no shadows to be found and no fights to break out as all are united under him and his holy rule, you he launches an attack every now and then but does so jokingly, you are much too weak to properly fight him, you can try to attack but the end of his health bar isnt even visible; once his speech ends you are throw out of his arena, you have served your purpose

back to were you were, you see zelda running to you, the room in which you are in starts to crumble in green light, changing form into something else, but black out

once you reawaken you are in a bed with zelda and purah in the room, a bodiless voice greets you, but its not rauru, you have a shiekah prosthetic arm now, still a little malfunctioning as you dont know how to use it yet, zelda comes over and a longer cutscene starts in which she tells you what happened in the time you collected the enigma stones

after you woke both rauru and ganondorf up at the start of the game gan took her away, she tried to fight him, scared by what just happened and by his withered look, but he i able to explain that rauru was attempting to get the stone she now has, and his too, in this condition he cant fight, his stone has been drained of alot of power over the centuries of shiekah tech drawing power from it first, the one rauru had- and now zelda, isnt as drained, rauru wont confront them immediately either as he is surely planning to reclaim all his lost power now- they both stayed in the underground, swtiching places over and over to prevent rauru from locating them vie zeldas shiekah stone, which is harder for him to do when in the udnerground too- they form a plan to counter raurus, ganondorf takes time to regain his strength (the roots all in the underground are him reaching around to regain it faster) since in this mummy like appearance no one would even try to listen to anything, and he will not let zelda out alone, the risk would be too great by the time link aquired the last stone that wasnt theirs, ganondorf had regained enough to rebuild his former body, they both approach gerudo town, where else would they go, these are his people and with zelda surely they will listen- and after alot of shock and confusion (zelda is fine and saying link is helping the wrong one?? there is a GERUDO MAN THAT SAYS HE WAS ONCE THEIR KING????) they do listen and agree to help them out- which is why they were hostile towards link at the end there

the land, your home, is slowly changing into something else, like its ground is reversing in time and sprouting strange structures you hadnt seen before, monsters are less now and those that persists are not hostile, there are new hostile creatures you have never seen before

rauru is reforming the land into what he beliefs it should be, and it needs to be stopped

purah and the gang tm explain to you what your new shiekah arm can do, its mostly the same as raurus did as they tried to imitate it, you are having trouble adjustign to it though and wielding a weapon is hard, this is way different after all- and then suddendly ganondorfs spirit appears (scaring the shit out of anyone but zelda whos just happy he isnt fully gone .. even if he lost his body) who says hes gonna help you out with it, he resides in the shiekah arm now bc he wont just let rauru do whatever he wants after spending such a long time being held captive and trying to break free; hes helping you to work with it (so you dont have an actual big set back in progress) and helps out as another ally- you can call him for help or advice and joins cutscenes or when interesting things are discovered, and also convinces the yiga to side with them for now too

zelda is now your permanent companion while ganondorf is another but it spirit form

(theres a bit of trouble when zelda learns he is responsible for the calamity and what it did, after which he refuses to appear when called for a while, but they both agree they need to work together if rauru is to be stopped)

[amphibiahawks321]

🏯INAZUMA🏯

[The arataki gang inside a jail cell]

Itto : I can't believe they arrested us!

M!Reader : I know Right!?

Akira : We were so close!

Itto : After we get out this BOX we'll all one hundred percent get it right next time!

M!Reader : Yeah!-

[The guard slams his spear on the bars]

(Guard) : please be quiet! Sighs... somebody bailed you out...

Arataki Gang/Itto/M!Reader : Wait really!?

[Sara walks towards their jail cell and intensely stares at all of them]

Sara : ......

[All of them IMMEDIATELY hide behind Y/N]

M!Reader : ......H-Hehe Heeeeeey babyyyy

Sara : ......Sighs open the cell

[The guard opens the jail cell and walks inside it]

M!Reader : T-Thanks for the bail out 💧^v^

Sara : ......

M!Reader : y-you're not mad r-right?

Sara : Sighs no... I've dealt with this gang too much to even be mad at you Y/N...

[Y/N enthusiastically and immediately walked up to Sara and kiss her on the cheek making her form a tiny blush]

Sara : Come on let's go

[Sara and Y/N walked out of the cell]

Itto : Oh hell yeah! Another victory for the Arataki Gan–

Sara : Who said I'll let all of you out.....

M!Reader : .....

Itto : .....

Arataki gang : .....

[Their cell immediately got closed]

Arataki gang/itto : HUH!?!?

Sara : I'm only here for Y/N...

Itto : Wha!?– that's not fair!

Sara : too bad...

[Sara walks away from their cell]

Itto : Y/N come on man please convince her!

M!Reader : You know Sara wouldn't listen if it means getting our gang out of prison, but don't worry! I'll seek out Shinobu to bail you guys out!

Itto : Please be back for us!

Mamoru : This jail reeks so bad!

[glitteratti]

daydrunk in tha bathrub while my roommate with a degree and career does her fancy buisinessgirl work in the room next to me. #baristawin

bought the cheapest bottle of dry sparkling wine aldi had and some oranges since i have tomorrow (VALENTINES DAY!!!!!) off so you KNOW what that means: breakfast in bath with mimosas!!!!!!!

[sativiaslover]

dividers from here

🫧Bath Time🧼

summary - you finally get him to bathe.

paring; D.D x M!Reader (can be read as gn tho)

cw: sfw nudity, “i love yous”, two men absolutely head over heels for each other, international lowercase, it’s said that reader is taller than Daryl👍

word count: 1.7k

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time often felt fast in the new world, fast enough for him to not realize how long it really had been since he last showered. since arriving in alexandria Daryl been on edge, especially with everyone besides him getting jobs. even you had a job, and you were with him more times than not. he felt like an outcast all over again.

the day had been going by pretty slow, with Daryl doing his usual routine of going out to hunt for his food —despite being offered food time and time again from people in his group and other residents— you being right by his side closely.

a smell, horrid and absolutely deathly creeped into your nose. after getting to alexandria, you took full advantage of the piping hot showers and soap. however, it was very much clear, your boyfriend did not.

“hey d’?” you spoke up, twig snapping beneath your foot as you walked with him.

“‘mm?”

you thought for a second, trying to figure out how to word your next sentence without sounding crude.

“have..have you thought about utilizing the showers?” your voice came out barely above a whisper, hoping he would catch the memo of telling him he smelled like absolute ass. luckily for you, he happened to be great with hints.

he was silent for a moment, not returning an answer.

“yeah.” was all he let out, his eyes kept on the animal prints he was tracking.

you happened to be terrible when it came to things like tracking, often that led you wondering why he ever took you out with him to hunt. your attention was quick to switch back to the matter at hand.

“why haven’t you?”

“jus’ gon’ get dirty ‘gan”

you hummed, his thought process wasn’t totally unreasonable, but you knew it ran much deeper than just ‘getting dirty again.’

“wh- '' your sentence was cut short as his hand flung up in attempt to silence you, (working very effectively) he raised his cross bow. ahead you could see what appeared to be an elk, beautiful while it lasted, daryl’s arrow shooting through its head faster than light.

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whilst you and Daryl had been busy with dragging the giant, smelly, god awful stench of a corpse back to the truck bed, a thought suddenly arose in your head.

“D?” you spoke, he grunted in response, letting you know you had his attention despite he wasn’t looking directly at you. “what if i helped you get clean?”

at that, his attention was fully on you, the elk finally getting tossed up and over onto the truck bed.

the look on his face was evident, you had embarrassed him. he knew he didn’t smell the best, hell he smelt it himself, but the fact you had pointed it out only made him slightly more self conscious. ever since arriving in the “safe haven” of alexandria, he’d refused to shower, it’d leave him vulnerable and he needed to be ready for anything at any time.

any other person wouldn’t have batted an eye at his subtle expression, but you weren’t any other person, you were his boyfriend. about to backtrack your words, to give him some closure that it wasn’t the biggest deal ever, something left his mouth that surprised you, regardless of the fact you were the one to bring it up in the first place.

“fine.”

“really?!” you gawked.

“yeah, ‘mean what’s tha’ harm?” he muttered, you’d seen him nude numerous times, ranging from taking care of brutal injuries, to having sex. he’d been vulnerable around you before, and every time you were nothing but sweet to him. he supposed it wouldn’t hurt terribly to be vulnerable one more time, especially for something as heavenly as getting a piping hot shower AND getting scrubbed by you.

—

sounds of hot water rushing into the tub filled the room, the aroma of the space peaceful as the yellow overhead light made it’s usual routine of flicker flicker dim light up, flicker flicker dim light up. you sat atop the toilet, watching the water fill up the tub, making sure it didn’t overflow.

Daryl looked at you with an uncertainty and discomfort, a look you hadn’t seen since he was shoved into the lake at the quarry by Amy. the water pipes made a loud squeakkkkk as you shut the water off, the noise never failed to make you cringe. you looked at Daryl once more before realizing he was already stripping. averting your eyes quickly to not make him uncomfortable — regardless of the fact you’d seen him like this before — you tried to make yourself look busy by putting the soap into the water.

when you hear the final clank of his pants and belt hitting the ground you looked over at him, taking in his vulnerable state with a deep loving smile. the smile that never failed to make Daryl swoon for you.

“c’mon big boy, in the water you go.” you stated, his body not moving an inch. you contemplated picking him up and putting him in, considering you were much bigger than him — but you know that would just go south completely.

trying to coax him in, you stood. “c’monnnnn D, you said you would.” your voice laced with slight desperation, giving him big ol’ puppy eyes.

“ ‘dun look at me like tha’..” he swayed a little where he stood.

a huff left your mouth as you turned toward the tub, giving

thought how nervous he seemed. an idea suddenly sprung into your head.

“what if i got in with you?” the question left your mouth before you could really consider how it might’ve made him feel, you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable, especially not in front of you at that.

the question seemed to make his head perk up slightly, a slow nod following his reaction. a small smile formed across your face, standing up and walking towards his shorter form. you planted a soft kiss on his hairline and gently shoved him toward the tub, coaxing him to get in it. he complied with your silent request, a small puff of air leaving his chest as he carefully got in and sank down slowly.

while he was busying himself with the tiny bubbles that formed on the surface of the water, you stripped and made your way in with him. the warm water eased his muscles, your body seemed to tensen them right back up again as you slid in behind him.

“relax Dar..” you whispered to him, as if saying anything louder would break the whole moment and wake you up from this amazing dream.

he let out a soft grunt in response, leaning backwards onto your chest.

“as much as i love holding you baby, you need to get clean.” you chuckled into his ear, he thought he was gonna melt at the heavenly sound he’d grown addicted to.

“mm.”

“scoot,” you commanded, and like always, he complied.

no words were spoken after that, all that could be heard was the soft sounds of water splashing and the overhead light flickering. you were busy running your fingers through your boyfriend's hair, getting rid of the knots and tangles as gently as you could. a soft snore could be heard for a moment and you could’ve sworn he fell asleep for a moment. taking his beautiful brown locks into your hands, you slowly lathered the caramel scented shampoo onto his scalp.

your nails scraped against his head carefully, rough enough to remove the dried blood and dirt, but gentle enough that he found himself dozing off once more. after a good moment or so, you kissed his shoulder and rinsed his hair out with the shower head.

putting the conditioner in his hair, you made your way to work on his body. moving with delicacy, you grabbed the loofa you’d been saving for this moment.

“ can s’crub ma’self, ” he huffed, feeling smaller than he felt he should.

“well,” you started, “i’d love to get your back for you!”

he smiled at that, taking the loofa from your hand to scrub the front half of his body with the lavender body soap. your senses were overloaded with a mix of iron and sweet sugary scents. it reminded you of your first time bathing together (you more so than him..), back when you had just arrived at the quarry and were desperate for a quick rinse off in the lake. he had offered to keep watch after you practically begged around for someone to come with and keep watch, albeit he was very hesitant to leave Merle’s side.

you sat along the bank where it was sandy, scrubbing harshly at your skin to get whatever (or rather whomever's) blood off your body. the smell of honey suckles and iron filled your senses, just like the caramel conditioner and iron did now.

a small cough brought you back from your daydreaming, opening your eyes to see him handing you the loofa again. a grin rose to your face and you kissed the top of his shoulder before taking it from his hand. you softly scrubbed his back and you could’ve sworn you heard him purr, you held in a giggle and continued to softly scrub. you’d never bring it up, though the thought of seeing him flushed and red was exciting.

once you were sure all the grime and blood had been lifted and taken off his body you kissed the crown of his head and wrapped your arms around him.

leaning close to his ear you whispered, “gotta rinse off baby.”

“ ‘mm..” he hummed in protest, regardless of the fact he’d already kicked the drain plug down and stood up to get ready and rinse.

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the rest of the night was spent cuddling up close to Daryl in bed. he refused to let you do his skincare, saying it was “unnecessary and girly.” so you opted for cuddling up to him and shoving your faces in each other's necks to get closer to each other, if that was even possible.

“hey Dar..?” you mumbled quietly, in case he was asleep.

to absolutely no surprise, he mumbled back, “hmm?”

“i love you.”

“…”

“ love ‘ya too angel.”

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A/N: hiii, so this if my first time writing for Daryl and actually uploading it..so i’m terribly sorry if it’s ooc😞🙏🏽 tips & thoughts r very much appreciated!!

[tyunkus]

another snippet of something i'll probably never finish woo

warnings: dom!taehyun, sub fem!reader, finger sucking, oral (m!rec), lots of mouth stuff lmfao, talking about blowjobs but it doesnt actually happen in this snippet im sorry, very light slapping, tyunnies kinda mean

“You wanna come on my face?” you offer, far too excitedly for what you’re saying.

“No. Brat.”

“Ugh. Such a douche. Won’t even come on your girlfriend’s face.”

“You didn’t ask nicely,” Taehyun replies easily. He prods at your lips with his middle and index fingers, your mouth falling open almost automatically for him—he smiles slightly, resting the pads of his fingers on your tongue. Something in his eyes darken and his voice drops to a murmur. “Suck.”

You do. Your lips close around his fingertips and your eyes fixate solely on him, on his expressions and reactions, and now you can see the slight quirk of his lips, the satisfaction glowing in his gaze. You want more. Want him to give you more.

“Now,” he whispers, breathless and flushed, “ask me if I can come on your face. Prettily. Like a good girl.”

Your eyes practically glaze over. “Gan’ y’ cum oh my feish?” you ask clumsily, your face dripping with desperation. Your hands come up to wrap around his wrist, but he shakes you off without a second thought.

“Hands on your thighs, angel. And talk properly. I can’t understand you.”

Your brows furrow together and you obey, straightening your back a little, determined. You swallow around his fingers once then try again, spit beginning to dribble from your lips. “Can y’ cum oh my face, pleath?”

“Want me to come on your face, princess?” he repeats, just to tease, and you nods fervishly. “Suck my cock first. Then maybe I’ll come all over your pretty fucking face.”

You nod again, humming with pleasure, and Taehyun smiles radiantly before he lands a soft smack to your face with the length of his fingers—the same ones you had just had in your mouth moments before. It’s more like a pat, really, not much force put behind it, but you fucking melt, eyes getting hazy, thighs rubbing closer together. Taehyun unbuckles his belt, watching carefully for each one of your reactions—the way you blinks faster once you see his hands move at his belt, the small breath you take in when he takes his pants off.

“You excited or something?”

You look up at him. Your eyes say it all.

[omgkalyppso]

[Content ID: a screenshot of two original characters from Baldur's Gate 3. A light-skinned black wood elf looks up at a brown high elf. The wood elf has her hair tied back in a long braid-like tuft style. Her brow is slightly bent, though she has a faint smile. She is wearing a lot cut sleeveless top beneath a corset. The high elf has their hair up in a half-bun. Their smile can just barely be seen at this angle. They are wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with a red collar. The pair are preparing for an embrace, with their arms raised to each other's sides. They stand against the wooden walls, red curtains, and red and white bedding in the Elfsong Tavern. /End ID]

Some Remorse, No Regrets

Rating: M Relationships: Gan x Étoile, background established Gan x Astarion, implied background unestablished Étoile x Astarion Chapters: 1/1 (5,921 words) Summary: Étoile, a companion oc, returns injured and emotional to the Vampire Ascendant's mansion after killing a friend they knew before being taken by the nautiloid. Here Astarion and Gan: a Tav oc, help minimize the ripples of the situation and offer comfort in each their own way. Tags: Minor Character Death, Evil Tav (Baldur's Gate), Spoilers for Act 3 (Baldur's Gate 3), Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Whump, Polyamory, Vampire Ascendant Astarion (Baldur's Gate)

A gift for @razrogue! Thank you for helping me edit and for trusting me with Gan! And for indulging something that is probably AU-ish for Gan's post-canon.

I wanted to write something for the prompt "Let me take care of this for you," and while there are some examples of a similar sentiment in this fic, ultimately that line got turned into, "I killed him for you."

I was going to post an excerpt below a cut but I'm going to reblog this post with the whole fic below a cut, I think.