#Hazey man :]

[scuddle-bubble101]

"S'that so?" He hummed in thought. "... I'll introduce you to more food. There's better stuff than popcorn." He mumbled. Perhaps he was a little embarrassed? It was hard to tell thanks to his mask.

"Hmm~ I know... But nothing really compares t-to you."

[whimsicalcotton]

i love you glass animals

[hazey-moonlight]

Body is telling me to rest and I'll listen to it.

but I feel guilty cause I feel like I should be doing more. Im fortunate enough that I'm allowed to rest and I understand how that can be a privilege. Doesn't stop me from beating myself up cause Im afraid ppl will think I'm "lazy" or that I start to believe that I am.

I gotta remind myself that it's not my fault , I have illnesses and disabilities, perhaps invisible on the outside but still there. I feel like I'm faking it or I'm not disabled enough all those intrusive thoughts.

Then I'm reminded by being hit hard with a flair up because I decided I don't need rest and I should be productive. I'm afraid I'm burdening everyone. And I know this way of thinking is bad also! Cause then I've gotta factor in other disable folk and me beating myself up isn't fair cause others have it " worse" and what I say about me can be offensive to others like me. And I don't think these things about them and I don't think their a burden so why am I still beating myself up? Y'know? I think a lotta people know this feeling and thoughts.

Anyways I'm gonna rest cause my body is MAKING me now.

I'm feeling calm and slightly better now that I'm lying down.

[darkeyedghost]

Something I love in rap is often how you'll be able to hear the rapper's spoken accent come through and I just think that it's pretty neat!

[averythepirate]

Nick Drake’s album Bryter Layter save me, save me Nick Drake’s album Bryter Layter, save me-

[ameliaenya404]

☆ Spark ☆

Keigo who doesn't know how to process the loss of his wings. Who can't comprehend losing something he's had attached to him his whole life. Something that was such a core part of both Keigo and Hawks. But he has to. Faced with the harsh reality every time he looks in the mirror.

He stops worrying about his wings.

He starts worrying about you.

Afraid he's no longer of use to you, that he's no longer the man you fell in love with and he wouldn't blame you if you left him. He doesn't say it but it's written all over his face, hazey in his eyes, obviously biting his tongue. You can see it in his body when you lay down, how he lays farther away from you than normal, how he seems more closed off. It tore you up. And it wasn't something any amount of silence or time would help.

"Babe?"

"Mm?" His voice was honeyed as always but tainted with something invading the roots of his natural charm, poisoning his handsome voice. A tinge of insecurity.

"I don't love Hawks," you say and chew your lip when you see his body stiffen under the covers. You scoot a little closer to him until you can wrap your arm around him, spooning him in the darkroom in the comfort of your bed.

"Because he's not the man I'm lying with right now. I fell in love with you Kei. Hawks was gold sure...but Keigo is diamond. You are Keigo. Not Hawks. You are the man I fell so deeply in lo-Mphmm" he cuts you off with a chaste kiss.

You were the one thing he couldn't lose no matter what. The thing that kept that spark in his eyes.

[cookie-crumblr]

Can I request fem reader catching bully Ezra fucking another girl?

So i honestly can’t picture Ezra actually cheating, cheating like i can def still see him doing shady quick business deals that involve sex though for sure since he’s a bit of a big cuck himselfXD

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

Status: Dating

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader refereed to as she/her, scent kink, cumplay, cream pies, p in v, non con, cucking, bdsm, gag, restricted movement, cutting, blood, blood loss, oral on freader, pet names (slut,good little slut) asphyxiation, hospital setting,

You were hobbling back to your dorm from class, your legs still weak from last night. Now that you bunk with Ezra it’s rare he lets you go unscathed.

He likes seeing his cum dripping down your thighs whenever you leave. Just another mark that you’re his.

“Ahh~! Ezra!!”

“Smell her! Smell her fucking cunt! Shove them in your whore mouth!”

“Yes! Oka—mmf!”

“Taste her!”

*plap Slam! plap*

You hear grunting and muffled moaning gaining volume as you close in on your partially open door.

You see them first through the crack, Ezra shoving her face down into your pillow, his hand lost in her blonde curls.

His fiery eyes shoot up and find yours instantly and he keeps your gaze as he keeps pounding into her.

“Get in here.” He sounds angrier than usual.

You squeak and get in, slamming the door behind you.

There’s a man in Ezra’s bed his hand is on his cock.

“She should already be wet, go all out.”

You squeeze your slippery legs together. “No! Ezra!!”

You’re still calling his name after all this time?

You’re back against the wall, “Can I hurt her?” He asks hungrily, licking the top row of his teeth. His body boxing you in, you see how intensely he’s breathing.

“I said all out.” Ezra shrugs lazily fucking into the broad on your bed now.

“NO!!” Your scream is ear piercing and sharp even to you.

He drags her off of the bed and puts her between his legs on her knees. She seems happy to be thrown around. Ezra watches you intently now, using her throat as his cocksleeve.

“Now this’ll be better.”

“Please! You don’t have to do this! I-I-” You babble on and on until he stops you.

This guy doesn’t look like the type Ezra usually hangs with. He looks like a spoiled rich brat. Nice hair, nice skin and smile, he’s never had to do a day of work.

Your eyes widen, as you’re brought back with the sound of his belt snapping. “Ah!!” You squeal and cover your face, frightened.

He ties the thing around your wrists too tightly, and gets another leather belt from a nearby bag. The second he ties around your head the strap in your mouth and belted behind your head.

He throws you onto the floor, “Thing is, I want to do it,” The guy smiles sinisterly over you.

You cry and scream against the belt in your mouth and try to conceal your face with your bound hands.

He cuts off your clothes with a serrated knife, and then presses it to your thigh, before ripping it through your skin there.

You feel the hot liquid flood down your leg, it almost feels cold running over your skin! “!!!!” you’re screaming so hard against your bite.

“Woah,” he stands back mesmerized by the blood spilling. He excitedly, and nervously rushes to get his cock ready.

“You opened her vein, she’ll bleed out” He says almost bored.

“Exactly…” his pupils threaten to swallow you whole.

You scream so hard your vision is fuzzy and filling with thick black splotches.

He’s gonna let you die!!

“I said be rough. not fucking kill her the second you touch her! This wasn’t part of the deal, fucking psycho freak!”

The girl was torn from Ezra’s lap, and she drops your worn, soaked panties onto the bed, “Did you fuck this up for me?!” She points at the guy. She looks hazey and not all the way there.

You’re going cold so fast and your body shivers uncontrollably, until Ezra picks you up, and gets the bindings off of you and puts his jacket over you.

He throws you more carefully than usual into the back of his beamer, and races for the ER.

When you wake he’s on the chair watching you. He’s got a new bandaid on his cheek.

You don’t know why, but you reach for it and touch him there. As if he deserves any tenderness… But maybe giving him some, will make up for never getting any yourself somehow. Maybe you’ll feel it somehow.

But your hand drops weakly, he catches it and pulls you over to him.

“What are you-!” The machines beep all around you slightly faster for a minute until you’re sat in Ezra’s lap on the seat.

“We’ll break that hospital bed if we fuck in it.”

“Ezra…”

Your wetness seeps into his jeans beneath you.

Maybe it’s the residual dizziness and the drugs in you, but your body responds to him.

He grabs your ass through your scratchy gown and drags you harder over his bulge.

“You can take s’much can’t cha?” He grabs your thigh, almost rupturing the stitches. It doesn’t hurt that bad with the meds in you.

You nod your head. Yes. You take so much all for him. “huh?”

He pulls your face up by your chin to look him in the eyes, “What does my good slut want, hmmm~ How’s bought i treat you.”

You nod tentatively, eyebrows peaking into your forehead.

He grabs your arms gently and you still jump and tremble in his grasp. “Do you want my fingers, cock? mouth?” he asks while searching your fright filled eyes.

He picks you up and sets you back onto the bed, careful of all your cords and tubing.

His face comes to your legs and he spreads them, nuzzling himself between your thighs.

He pulls up your gown and pulls your panties down and off of you.

Before you know it or how to respond or act, he’s digging into you.

“Gods!” You breathe out in a high pitched tone.

“Fuck, slut,” His gruff voice rumbles into you.

His tongue runs wide up your slit before he comes up to suck on and play with your clit. He pulls away with a *pop* before going back at it, you catch a glimpse of his glistening pussy drunk face.

Your shaking hands grip his hair, and your legs tighten around him. His tongue dips into you before he adds a finger, and then another. His mouth swirls around your clit again as his finger curl and caress your spongey walls.

He pulls away again as your pressure slowly builds within. “This isn’t enough for my good little slut, is it?” He asks and you shake your head, no it’s not! “What do you want, my hand around your throat?”

You nod, he’s being so nice~

He can’t want to hurt you that badly, can he?

Oh, but he does.

His smile spreads wildly as he reaches up to your fragile neck, and squeezes. You see spots fast.

Immediately the pressure in your core builds like a fire with gasoline being pours onto it, his fingers curl and he pistons them into you. He brings his lips back to your clit and sucks and nips and tugs. He brings you to the brink of unconsciousness, and then on that ledge is when you topple over and cum all over his fingers, he laps you up and stuffs his coated fingers into his mouth.

[kibutsulove]

I can nottttt keep up with the fn royals sooo.. how many of them are there? that are actually canon, whether shown or mentioned?

I GET TO INFO POST ABOUT THE FIRE NATION ROYAL FAMILY YAY!!!!

the amount of fire nation royals are actually pretty vague unless you search through the walls of text on the online wiki page. (i love you atla wiki contributors) so i feel like i should just list off the fire lords and their immediate family for convenience

- the first fire lord

Shown in the second Smoke and Shadow comic, no known family, shared power with a council of fire sages, is not named :(

- fire lord yosor

mentioned in The Shadow of Kyoshi, no known family, allies with avatar szeto

- fire lord gonryu

mentioned in The Dawn of Yangchen, no known family, had beef with the Earth King of his time

- fire lord chaeryu

mentioned in The Shadow of Kyoshi, a man whore with multiple lovers, two of them being Sulan and Huazo, also had two sons named Zoryu and Chaejin, his reign was apparently a good time for agriculture

- fire lord zoryu

actually has dialogue in the Kyoshi novels (holy shit), the fire lord directly after chaeryu, had diabolical beef with his brother, and centralized the power in the fire nation

- fire lord taiso

has dialogue in The Reckoning of Roku, the father of zeisan and sozin, husband to hazei, oversaw a growth of industrialization and prosperity in the fire nation, and the outer islands pissed him off to the point he sent the fire navy to sit them the fuck down

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The fire lords succeeding these ones are otherwise well known, with them being fire lord sozin, fire lord azulon, fire lord ozai, fire lord zuko, and then fire lord izumi. Its also safe to guess that Iroh II would be the fire lord after izumi

[btstaefigvs]

Villain

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warnings: dirty talk, humiliation kink,crying kink(forgot the actual word for it), sexual themes, begging. this is not too crazy the title I don't know whether it had fit well, but YK. MISSED BEING HERE :(

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Your mind was cluttered, filled with small pleads right in front of you. In front of you was the person who kept babbling your name and playing the villain, even though it all was just a big facade. How rich is it seeing them sobbing, wanting to spare them, and the funny part is that they enjoy this. Hell, they found you intriguing they had nothing better to do than feast on being so rude.

With a deep, soft voice, he pleaded once more. "please, I—I'm so sorry. . .", he choked at which you simply huffed out, pretending you didn’t love this at all.

"that's not how this works. You could have been wayy nicer to me, yet this is how you do it?", you suddenly yanked on his collar, taking a finger and lifting his head with his head.

His eyes were hazey pink, from crying, lips glossy, a bit of mucus slipping underneath his nose. Just how you want him to be. Worn out and exhausted.

"Your probably getting off to this huh?", you grinned at him at which looked away.

"No. . .", his voice ached in exhaustion, to humiliating at this point.

"Really? So your not hard?" you stepped back.

"Oh my god—please, I just need you. . .", he begged, the handcuffs tied behind him rattling, and man, the sight was way to much for your enjoyment.

Although he was attempting you to lay him off easy, you were having too much fun.

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[scuddle-bubble101]

"By the way.... I noticed on the topic of comforts you may have missed one~?" It seems a mercenary has snuck in.... "Or two if you're feeling generous." He chuckles, grinning behind his mask.

Oh!! Snips and Hazey!! Hellu!! >//7//<!

[auspicioustidings]

Lost Boys

4. Little Den

Summary: Preacher does the day shift and meets the supposed monster.

Words: 2.1k

CWs: Nothing major, but as with this whole series it skews darker than what I usually write

Christ, she had been unaware you could get DOMs from a threesome but here it was. She had been sore yesterday sure, but maybe the food and beer had been masking it because today she was in pain. No more pleasant aches and hazey horniness, something that was being sorely missed. Still, it wasn’t like bills would wait and she really wanted to actually do this place up, that would require funds and funds would require working.

Definitely the day shift, another night with those two maniacs and she’d be on bed rest for a bloody month. So she dragged herself up, showered and threw on jeans and a flannel that she could take off and tie around her waist if it got too hot. 

The way Alex had reacted to seeing her was odd, very odd. She knew plenty of people would drift through, pick up a shift and then move on, but his surprise that she was back was genuinely like he had been 100% positive he would never see her again. Had she come off as that flakey? She had told him that first day that she had moved here hadn’t she? Odd, very odd.

“If you don’t need me I can ask around.”

“No! No no, you can take the day shift. Opening is in 45 minutes.”

He was eyeing her neck, the bruising not really hideable. Ah, maybe he was weary about having someone working a ride that, for lack of a better term, was a ride. Understandable, people often underestimated how important the operator was on these things. There wasn’t really enough regulation and if whoever was managing the staff didn’t make sure they were decent it became wildly unsafe. One bad accident was awful for business. She’d need to make sure she was shit hot at her job today.

Alex felt like he was seeing a spectre. The girl in front of him shouldn’t be alive. He wouldn’t say he was disappointed as such, instead his initial disbelief was rapidly converting into mounting excitement. Were they keeping her? Some sort of pet? He thought they might have their hands full if that was the plan, this one was tough. There had only ever been one person before now that hadn’t been vanished and that was because Alex had practically begged for her not to be when Gaz had taken a passing interest in her. Not that she had appreciated it, was a hunter now, determined to ‘save him from himself’. He didn’t need saving, being a thrall to the 141 was a good gig, way better than falling in with the Shadows or the side show or God forbid the surfers.

“Ok, thanks. Are the people from the side show about? I was going to go by and say hi but it’s still kind of early huh?”

“I’d steer clear, not the kind of friends you want to have.”

That was weird. Alex was being so serious about it, genuinely like he cared who she was friends with. This place must be way more political than Coney Island and that was saying something. 

“Uh huh. Look Alex, can you just tell me what the deal is here? I am telling you now I am a good worker, but I need to understand how this place works so I don’t screw up.”

Oh yeah, they would definitely have their hands full with this one. 

“The only people worth talking to are the 141. You met a few of them the other day, the bike you left on was with them. The freaks butt heads with them pretty often. They can’t control that big monster of theirs, so stay clear. Graves and his Shadows run all the games, tight knit group, don’t really entertain outsiders.”

“Surfers?”

“Don’t get into the water with them unless you enjoy drowning.”

She laughed, and then laughed harder when she saw that Alex was deadass serious about all this. He acted as if she was working on a Boardwalk with a bunch of warring factions made up of fantastical creatures rather than a bunch of petty gossips who would get into petty fights.

“Sure thing boss man. I’ll be back in time for my shift.”

Yeah she would not be making friends with those 3 from the 141. Fantastic sex only did so much to make up for them being the kind of unsettling that meant she was flirting with danger in the unfun way, in the going to become part of the statistic in this city way. It was really her duty as an upstanding citizen to knock their egos down a bit anyway. Next time they tried it on she’d turn them down hard and fast, make sure they knew that she had as little respect for them as they had for her.

–

“It’s König right? Am I saying that right?”

If it was true that the side show workers and the 141 did not get along, then she would be making friends with the side show workers. Horangi had been decent to her and honestly she thought it was pretty shitty of Alex to comment about the big guy and call him a monster to be controlled. Not his fault he was huge. He was still sat where he had been before, the only one around this early in the day. 

“Perfectly maus. Come closer.”

He had a manic note to his voice that was admittedly a little unsettling, but she supposed that was part of the job. She chuckled a little at how he had purred to come closer, probably worked wonders with tourists. She knew the moment she got within distance he would lunge at her, try to make her jump out of the range of his chains and so she crept forward anyway and controlled her instinct to flinch. Instead she just grinned at him when he lunged, an offt of breath leaving her when he barrelled into her and crushed her tight against his chest. 

“Careful big man, you catch one of the hassled housewives like this and she’s going to fall in love with you.”

König drank her defiance of the fear she should feel like a fine wine. He knew it from when he had first seen her, that she wasn’t scared of him. Even when she had jumped that first time she had smiled at him after, as if in approval. And now that he held her she only trembled from laughter. How delicious a thing for him, soft little princess to make worship at his altar. He’d keep her in his cage with him, bully his cock into her until she took every inch, until she was screaming from the stretch of taking his knot. He’d take care of her, envelop her in him after and let her cosy up in their little den. Keep her warm and satiated and full of his pups. Maybe he’d allow for some tiger cubs once or twice. 

He wasn’t really letting go. And she could feel that he was hard, difficult not to with the size of it pressing against her stomach. Didn’t really think much of it to be honest, he couldn’t have just gotten hard from touching her as much as that would do wonders for her ego, probably just morning wood. Poor guy, there was no way he had ever found anyone to fit around that. She could feel herself getting wet on instinct, her body panicking and trying to prepare for an absolute railing that her logical brain knew wasn’t actually happening. As much as it would be a fantastic blow to the pride of the 141 to get under this man, her body was still sore and she reckoned it might be an idea to stick to pleasing herself for now rather than getting her back completely blown out. 

“Ooook. Going to need you to ease off now.”

König growled. It wouldn’t do for her to be such a bratty thing so early on. She should enjoy being held close to him shouldn’t she? Ah but she was only human. He forgot sometimes how fragile and delicate they were, how they liked to have independence. No matter, he could be patient. He could act like a human man, court her according to their customs until she realised how much she loved him. Then she wouldn’t ever want to get away. Better to wait until the marks on her had faded anyway, if he took her now he wouldn’t be able to control himself when he tried to cover them with his own.

“Sorry maus, many people flinch away from me. It is pleasant to hold you” he said, forcing his tone into something soft and appealing as he loosened his hold and let her take a step back.

“That sucks man, sorry. Make sure you get to just be you without the mask and the chains on your days off, I know it’s rough to be the monster in one of these shows,” she said with a sympathetic smile. 

She had worked a sideshow for a while. They had been desperate and she could do some basic contortion, nothing that impressive but they would take a decent back bend if it meant at least having something to fill out their little space. She remembered feeling dreadful with the way the more unusual looking performers were treated. It wasn’t so much that she had gotten fired for getting into a fight with someone over how they were talking to the bearded lady, but they had not asked for her to perform with them again.

So yes, she could appreciate that for someone like him it was a given he’d be a little messed up. But he had let her go and apologised plus Horangi seemed to like him so all in all, he seemed like a decent guy.

“Is Horangi about? I was going to say hi to him before work.”

“He will be happy you thought of it, but he is asleep. He is most of the time, very lazy cat.”

She grinned, thinking that she had found him similar to a cat yesterday as well with how he had nuzzled her. 

“Well it was nice to officially meet you König, I’d better be off but I’m sure we’ll see each other around!”

Of course they would, he would make sure of that. 

–

She wanted to pop into the video store before her shift but found it closed. Opening hours were only for the evening which seemed sort of odd, but maybe there wasn’t really enough foot traffic during the day. So instead she just floated back to the carousel and lingered until it opened, finding that the change of pace from the night shift was welcome today. It was hot and too bright but there was less of that dark mania about it in the light.

Rudy appeared at the carousel a few hours in, hair damp and salty and skin smelling of sunshine and seawater. He was delighted to see her in more or less one piece. Interesting though, that she had definitely been fed on but was still breathing. He didn’t sense the aura of a thrall about her either, so they weren’t in complete control of her yet. Johnny and him did like to play games sometimes, maybe this was one. He waited for her to step off for a moment to get the next group on, grinning at her. 

“Looking for a ride?”

“Not on a horse, but if you are offering one…”

She rolled her eyes with a groan, had walked right into that one. 

“Unfortunately I’m working, what a shame.”

She turned to go back on and he banded an arm around her waist to stop her, her back pinned to his chest. The people around here sure were handsy, but she was generally a touchy feely person so it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

“I would treat you much better than they did cariño, make love to you in the ocean until the stars came out.”

With that whispered little promise he let her go and just left. Just fucking left. Preacher was usually more suave than this. She swore she was good at flirting. But Jesus fucking Christ what was she supposed to do with that? 

Next time she saw Keegan the jury was out on whether she was going to kiss him or punch him for sending her here.

[hazey-moonlight]

All I wanna do is watch TV but my sister and dad want to talk loud sitting next to me and I can barely hear it and it's super overstimulating

This is why I spend a lotta time ALONE

[writtenformyeyes]

late night gym

On a long day of college courses, Ron and Kyle decide to hit the gym to take a mental break, their enthusiasm was showing more than their results, but even then they were still figuring out the ropes. Sweating through their routines, they couldn't help but admire Nick, the massive bodybuilder who seemed to effortlessly command the room.

"Man, take a look at Nick.." Ron remarked, nodding his head towards the powerhouse across the gym. "I wish I could look like that one day." Ron did a simple flex, but did not really have anything to show off.

Kyle chuckled and elbowed Ron gently. "You'll get there, buddy. But hey, you know, you've got your own special trick up your sleeve. You haven't used it in a while, maybe since what.. freshman year?"

Ron grinned mischievously, knowing exactly what Kyle was referring to. "You mean my ghost thing? Yeah, I've been thinking about it recently.. sometimes it's fine to break it out every now and then.." before continuing to glance in Nick's direction.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Thinking about what again?" wanting Ron to admit what's on his mind. Ron leaned in closer, his voice low. "What if I just, you know, go for a ride in Nick's body? Just for a little while, like that one time during orientation.. See what it's like to be as huge as he is."

Kyle's eyes widened, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the idea. "I have to admit, it's kind of tempting. What you did back then with the coach was wild." With Kyle's understanding and encouragement, Ron knew he had the green light, right before Kyle's eyes, Ron disappeared in a light haze.

As Nick paused for a water break, Ron seized the gap of vulnerability. He approched Nick in his hazey form and phased directly into Nick's back. As Ron began to assert his dominance, he felt Nick's resistance flare up, the bodybuilder's muscles tensing against his control. Moans and groans escaped Nick's lips as he fought against Ron's intrusion, the sensation of Ron taking over both unsettling and strangely arousing.

"Don't fight it, Nick. Let me have a little fun." Ron whispered, using Nick's own voice as his own. "Just relax and let me take the wheel for a while. You won't notice a thing.."

Nick's body was protesting against Ron's control, but this seemed to fuel Ron's determination before he felt a solid lock on Nick's brain. Ron flexed all of Nick's muscles savoring their strength and power, he couldn't help but notice the way his new body responded to Ron rubbing his pecs and abs. It was as if the bodybuilder's resistance was slowly giving way, as if he was almost enjoying the it.

Ron opened his new eyes and found himself in the driving seat of Nick's body, he gave a quick glance around before stretching out his palms out and taking a good look at his new body. Now at a staggering 6'7 and the body of a body builder, he continued to rub his pecs and abs for just a second before he wanted to have a little fun.

Drawing on Nick's personality and memories, Ron seamlessly continued Nick's rigorous gym set, his movements fluid and powerful knowing the full weight behind each moment. With each rep, he could feel the strength of Nick's body coursing through him, the sensation was exhilarating.

As he finished, Ron caught Kyle's eye from across the gym and winked, a silent signal to let him know who was currently in the driving seat. Kyle blushed a little bit and turned to not make things awkward. With a smirk, Ron sauntered over to Kyle, parading Nick's body with movements oozing with confidence and swagger just like Nick would.

"Hey, Kyle," Ron greeted him, using Nick's deep, resonant voice. "How's your workout going? I noticed you and your friend Ron have been.. visiting the gym a lot more lately."

Kyle blinked in surprise, taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor. "Uh, hey, Nick. It's going pretty good, thanks. Ron disappeared on me a little bit ago.. are you okay? You seem… different today." Kyle winked at him, he was loving this roleplay.

Ron chuckled, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, you know me, always trying to switch things up." Ron flexed Nick's muscular arm and pulled his shirt over, exposing his armpit and pecs. "I felt like a whole new person after that water break, and I just felt like welcoming the new crowd to the gym, you know?"

Kyle couldn't help but grin at Ron's playful attitude, his confusion melting away in the face of his friend's infectious energy. "Yeah, you're right. I definitely feel welcomed right now." staring at Nick's huge body in front of him.

"But for sure, I definitely am feeling different today.. feels like a good change though." Ron winked, an expression surely unfamiliar for the intimidating man that is Nick, he chuckled a goofy laugh before suggesting "Well, speaking of change, how about we clean up and call it a day? I don't know about you, but I could definitely use a shower." Ron and Kyle marched over to the lockers.

"So, Nick. You said you were feeling a bit different?" Kyle briefly mentioned while going through his locker, giving a curious glance to Ron.

Ron grinned, a slight sparkle in Nick's eyes showed. "Definitely do, feel a lot more open and.. excited." Ron stepped towards Kyle, their bodies almost touching. Kyle could feel the heat of Nick's massive body radiating.

"How about we have a little bit of fun?" Ron grabbed Kyle before pulling him in for a kiss, ripping his underwear off, and lifting him in his arms to carrying him into the showers. Ron blushes, but ultimately gives in returns the kiss, knowing this was what he wanted.

"I definitely like the sound of that."

Ron and Kyle are enveloped in the steamy heat of the showers, intensely grabbing and touching each other, the water and steam stimulating their desires. Ron presses Nick's body against Kyle, towards the tiled wall before continuing to make out.

"God.. Nick." Kyle moaned, his voice twinged with lust.

Ron's stolen muscles burn with a passion as he trails his hands down Kyle's body, feeling him up at every moment. "Don't worry Kyle, I'm in control here." Before crashing his lips back against Kyle's, Ron grabs Kyle's hair and positions him just where he wants him before shoving his throbbing cock into Kyle. The moment was what they both were waiting for, Ron continues to thrust and their bodies were in an unbelievable syncronization.

Ron holds Kyle close, pressing Nick's hairy pecs against Kyle's face. Holding each other, they relish this moment they have together.

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disclaimer - this was roughly 50% ai assisted. I decided to try to write more of this manually this time around.

[corvidcrossbow]

Every time I listen to Hazey by Glass Animals I just think of young Daryl like hhhhhhhuuuuuuuuu (I've been a Glass Animals fan for so many years and it's eating at me)

I imagine the verses would be a back forth between Daryl and his parents, and then you.

C/W: Mentions of abuse, alcoholism, smoking, parental death, Daryl's trauma

Your baby's falling, you know I'm talking now

You know I'm dancing, you know I'm racing 'round

No no you're so juiced, you said you'd kick the booze

You know I'll get bruised, you know that I'm just a boy

First verse would be a young him towards his father, his dad once saying he'd be sober - but of course that was broken following his mothers death, and it never held much truth or promise to begin with.

Daryl was just a little kid (I say 8 or so), and would try to use that as leverage, crying and pleading when his fathers abuse first started to really pick up. He'd always tell him to shut up and stop crying, which is where Daryl's tendencies to be closed off and hide emotions were cemented into his psyche - to 'take it like a man'. He'd hear it from Merle too under other contexts, who'd picked it up from their dad - but also bullies, teachers or most anyone else, that's just how it is growing up in the rural south.

Daryl never got to be a boy, he had to be a man.

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Don’t you drain those big blue eyes

I’ve been crawling

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Just you say the reason why

I can calm you

The chorus would be how Daryl would imagine his mom. He'd sit alone in the woods, or lay in bed in the dark, and try to hear the sound of his mothers voice - her comforting tone, arms reaching out as he'd run to her, feeling like he was crawling to her, and she'd hold him tight. She'd wipe the tears from his glassy big blue eyes. 'Wha's wrong sweetheart? Why're you cryin'? You can tell me. Shhh, shhhh... I'm here baby.'

He so badly wanted her back. To tell her everything, for her to save him from his father. Maybe she wasn't the best mother in the world, there'd been issues. But she was his mom. 'Pleas', momma... com' back...'

You say I’m bawling, I say I’m begging while

You take my photo, I fake my breaking smile

I’m fucking loco, I can’t get through to you

You turn your nose you, spark up and I can go

And again with the crying, Daryl's father would just say he was being 'a wimp' or 'a pussy'. Daryl had to learn how to mask everything, to act like it was all okay. Whether at school, in public, with friends, other family, or when Merle would come around - he needed to pretend what was happening wasn't happening. Maybe even then he could believe it too, that it wasn't real.

But as he aged, it ate away at him, drove. him. crazy. He knew the truth, that it did happen. It was real. And the scars that covered his back proved it. That's what led to his outbursts, how he'd get snippy and snappy with people. He could only keep his emotions buried for so long before they'd start to burst.

And it'd land him in trouble. Snarky mumbles towards a teacher when a test would be returned, and it was straight to detention. Giving someone the wrong look, then responding in the wrong way, and he'd find himself on the ground surrounded by kids a bit older and larger than him, kicking him before spitting at the ground beside him and leaving him there.

He was always more cautious around his dad, knowing he'd be a harsher outcome than any other - but there were still times where his father felt he was 'givin' 'im attitude 'n he needs tah check 'imself', even though Daryl was treading lightly.

Any time his father wasn't beating him, he was always drunk, or smoking. He gave up a long time ago with trying to reason with him, get through. He learned to rely on himself, and solely himself. Daryl would go out alone - and that time he was lost in the forest - and his dad was too engrossed in substances to realize, or care. He himself was all he really had, so he shut everyone else out. At least for a long time.

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Don’t you drain those big blue eyes

I’ve been crawling

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Just you say the reason why

I can calm you

And as the chorus would repeat, it'd be you. Daryl would distance himself, or even disappear. Isolating, shutting away what was left of a nearly nonexistent world.

Now you were the one begging. Going to find him and begging him to come back. For him to let you into his world, let you be there for him. Calm him, be what he needs.

And as you seemed to be metaphorically crawling after him, he finally let you in. Despite how many years had gone by, his eyes were still big, still blue, and glassy again.

Your words and actions would mirror what he pictured his mom doing. Holding him and rocking him, whispering against his head 'Shhh... it's okay, I'm here. Talk to me, angel. What's wrong?'

[whiteshipnightjar]

so there's a nick drake song called river man. gorgeous, stunning. meant for river cartwright. and then they played nick's hazey jane I for the river and lamb scene!!! UNREAL. PERFECTION. that's absolutely on purpose. nick drake is river's life's soundtrack fr. mr daniel pemberton and toydrum, bravo. chef's kiss.

[i-love-hot-men-in-video-games]

Jacob Seed x Reader; All clear on the Western Front

It had been a long three nights out in the desert. I was the only newbie in our troop. Many of these men have seen war before me, especially the soldier I was partnered up with, Jacob. Man has done 2 tours and is now on his 3rd. He's the best soldier we have but he doesn't talk to anyone, just follows orders. Jacob and I were on night watch tonight, standing at our large tent door, I was standing on the left while Jacob was on my right. He'd been quiet for 3 hours now, so I decided to strike up a conversation to help the time go by faster.

"You know you could talk to me to help the time go by, I won't bite you know."

He just glanced over at me with a cold stare before looking back out on the desert.

"I get it, you're defensive, but you know you can talk to me. I'm not one to judge people."

He continued to look out into the desert, ignoring me.

"Do you really hate people that much Seed?"

"Perhaps I do, or maybe I just find you annoying."

Ouch, fucking hurtful...

"Maybe I'm just trying to be friendly."

"Maybe war isn't a time to be friendly.'

"Last time I checked we're just standing here on guard."

"Last time I checked you need to shut your mouth before you get us hazed by our sergeant."

I stared at Jacob coldly before I looked back out into the desert, sighing in frustration. About 20 minutes have gone by before I saw movement in the distance and let Jacob know.

"Jacob, movement, 10 o'clock, approximately 3 clicks away."

"Yeah, I see em."

Jacob pulled out his binoculars to assess the movement.

"We got our enemy. BOYS GET UP, WE GOT MOVEMENT!"

Jacob shouted to our troop and everyone came rushing out with guns standing by until they get close enough. Once they have, we opened fire. This was my first firefight, and I was terrified, frozen in place until Jacob snapped me out of it.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING (L/N)!? START SHOOTING!"

I looked at Jacob for a second and blinked myself out of shock. I popped a few bullets in the men's heads before Jacob dragged me away so both of us could provide covering fire. But like a moron, I decided to be a 'hero'.

"(Y/N)!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Jacob yelled out to me but I ignored him.

I ran into fire shooting trying to get every last man, but again, like an idiot I got myself shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground, switching over to my pistol to try and shoot the men until I fired my shot at the last man and I collapsed in pain.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT (L/N)!?" Jacob scolded me while the medics were assessing the damage done to my shoulder.

"bullet shot through the bone and a major artery, we gotta move em now" said the medics, my vision went hazey after a minute and eventually I blacked out. A few hours later I woke up, no one was in the tent with me except for Jacob, who had his elbows on his thighs and his head leaning against his intertwined hands looking down on the ground, I couldn't see his face, just his red hair soaking with sweat, his left leg was bouncing up and down, he seemed anxious.

"Jacob?.."

He shot straight up to look at me, his eyes were wide, he definantly was anxious, scared for me even.

"I could've sworn I thought you were dead."

"Nope, still alive, and yeah, I'm aware of how stupid my actions were. I just wanted to show you that I'm a good soldier, a tough one, by sacrificing myself. I still managed to get everyone" I said sitting up on my cot.

"Yeah, but next time, don't sacrifice yourself."

"Maybe next time you should just open up and talk to me."

Jacob took a moment to pause before answering.

"The reason why I don't talk or open up, or if I do talk I'm harsh, is because every time I opened up to someone, that person either ends up finding me disgusting, a monster, or they end up getting taken away from me in one way or another."

"I don't see that in you at all, especially now...you were scared for me weren't you?"

I could see Jacob's face turning a light shade of pink as his gaze looked away from mine.

"No...I wasn't."

"Yeahhh...you're a terrible liar. I saw the way your leg was bouncing up and down, you were anxious and worried."

"Yeah, perhaps I was..."

"Why? You don't even like me?"

"I never said that."

"but-"

"I said you were annoying, never said I didn't like you."

I stared at Jacob in awe for a few moments before looking away, contemplating my next words carefully.

"Why were you worried for me?"

"Because you're a good soldier."

"Yeah well Calvin got his damn leg blown off while we were away scouting a couple days ago and you didn't seem worried about him."

"You're a better soldier than him-"

"That can't be the only reason." I quickly said while deadpanning my words.

Jacob looks down at his feet in defeat, what he says next throws me for a loop.

"Maybe I was worried because I like you okay..."

It took me a moment to register what Jacob said.

"Y-you what?..."

"I love you..."

I stared at Jacob in disbelief. He even seemed shocked himself by what he said. Without a moments hesitation, he walks out of the tent, leaving me by myself.

A few more weeks went by and Jacob hasn't once talked to me after he admitted his feelings towards me. I finally healed up and it was my first day back as a sniper. That night, Jacob and I were on nightwatch again, standing in our usual positions. Midnight came around I tried striking up a conversation with him.

"Hey..."

"...hey."

"How have you been these past weeks?"

"fine..."

"Jacob, I'm not mad or upset, or even disgusted with your admission...if I'm being completely honest...I like you too..."

Jacob quickly jerked his head to look at me in disbelief, and all I could do was smile at him before looking out into the vast, quiet desert. We didn't talk to each other much the rest of the night.

The next day Jacob called me over to his cot in the large tent we shared with the troop.

"(Y/N), come over here..."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah yeah, just um..."

I raised my eyebrows at him as a way of telling him to continue.

"I've just been thinking about what you said last night and..."

"And what?..."

Jacob looked at me with that same look of debating his next words or action. Jacob quickly walked over to me, put his arms around my waist, and pulled me into a kiss. My eyes went wide and I froze in place for a moment before wrapping my arms around him and melting into the kiss. I could feel the heat radiating off of Jacob's body. We broke the kiss and he looked at me with those gorgeous blue iris's of his.

"God you're so beautiful..." His raspy voice cuts through me as I blush from his words.

"I'd like to see where this goes."

"Yeah, me too."

I wanted to say something else but he cut me off.

"Jacob-"

"Please...call me Jake."

Sorry that my first Jacob one shot took so long for me to upload. I recently moved and went without wifi for over a week. But here it is and I hope you enjoy!

Ps. Sorry that this one shot may be short, I'll try to make them longer next time if y'all want me to.