#rode tas

[polderdike]

You Hate It, or, You Love It 🔥 Happy Valentine's Day ❤️ Don’t You Think That Everyday Should Be ValentinesDay ?  Till Today The Color Red Is The Color of Passion💯

[keeps-ache]

it's actually very mean that i can't have emojis of my ocs just on my computer. i just think it would be much more convenient for when i have to say the Guys are in my brain but i also have no words..

[insanethrottlebikernews]

Motorcycle maker Harley-Davidson (HOG.N) has temporarily halted production at its York, Pennsylvania

GET YOUR COPY NOW AND SEE WHAT ALL THE BUZZ IS ABOUT June 8 (Reuters) – Motorcycle maker Harley-Davidson (HOG.N) has temporarily halted production at its York, Pennsylvania, assembly plant for the second time in just over 12 months due to a parts shortage, the company said. Production at the facility, its largest with nearly 1,000 union employees, will resume on June 13, it noted in an emailed…

[kick-a-long]

so let me get this straight. elon musk retweeted or tweeted an antisemitic comment (because he's an antisemitic asshole from a very antisemitic country south africa) and he was critizised to the point that he took a trip to israel to like reflect and learn about how jews don't eat babies or whatever. but...

Ta-Nehisi Coates, an antisemitic asshole who's antisemitic dad also publishes antisemitic books just one's he's too lazy to write, says in person, recorded on video, without retraction.... that he would join in on the rape, murder, infanticide, and kidnapping of jews, if given the chance... and trevor noah (from very antisemitic country south africa) agreed whole heartedly and adding that it's like the american revolution.... which implies that isreal rode into gaza and lebanon ans was dictating how those countries operate and taking taxes which is WHAT IRAN DOES THROUGH HAMAS AND HEZBOLLAH ALONG WITH THE RAPES AND MURDERS... but there's no media outlet saying that might be kind of fucked up and maybe they should apologize or some vague insincere bullshit... I'm sorry?

and also Christopher Columbus... THE symbol for Catholics in America (which is why we that monster even got his own day. literally catholics, the knights of columbus, wanted a celebration of how interconnected the united states and CATHOLICS are) the Christopher columbus with MASSIVE statues around the globe in portugal, spain, america, italy... that guy is now jewish, just like hitler, because .... he has some jewish DNA. and we are just disregarding his recorded actions, relationship to the church, his very catholic life, lifestyle, origins, and catholic life.

and all this during the jewish christmas/ramidan (because goyim don't know what the fuck our high holy days are even if that name alone should tell you exactly how important they are) ??

which idiots are these things for? who is watching the ta interview and saying to themselves, "boy i would love to read the book by the guy who loves murder and kidnapping and rape! what a leftist humanitarian!" or, "WOW! I hate christopher columbus I'm so glad i don't have to feel guilty as a christian that he was under orders by my church because he was obviously a jew going rouge. because i'm a leftist but also a devout catholic? which is a thing that is a totally consistent world view?"

Who asked for this? I don't think this kind of shit is even for antisemitic leftists anymore. this is for some kind of POC leftist white supremesist with white guilt but also an arab supremasist .... i guess that might describe one or two very mentally ill people but... like ... who? is this stuff to get rage clicks from jews? there aren't that many jews you guys. I have no fucking understanding of these people's world's view other than they hate jews. none of this makes sense in any other way than to attack and increase attacks on jews around the globe. it's so mentally confusing because none of these people are saying anything that benefits them in anyway, nothing that is smart or true, nothing that makes sense if it is not generated directly from the thought, "this will increase jew hate, so i should do it!"

these people are risking their careers, being hella racist about arabs generally and Palistinians specifically, making both jews and arabs less safe, saying inflammatory things they obviously spent very little time thinking about, for the chance to normalize antisemitism. what planet are these media orgs even living on? they don't sound like nazis, they sound like fucking delusional Qanon derps who are improving "the day of the storm" ironically like the segments they show on the daily show, with TREVOR NOAH.

it's like really... sad. like, these guys and scientist have wasted so many people's time and their own talents which people tell me they have i guess, but it's sad that this kind of libel from the media doesn't even make sense to people who don't live on twitter.

[callsign-datura]

v-neck blouses that you always had a few buttons undone on, skirts that rode up your legs, shirts that gave a slick peek to the lace bra you wore underneath when you leaned forward-- simon was just a man. he knew it was wrong of him to look at you that way. the last thing he wanted to do was sexualize you. but whenever you bent over in front of him, or leaned over the edge of his desk and made eye contact with him, giving those sultry eyes that made a lump form in his throat... he began to wonder if you were doing it on purpose. if maybe you knew what you were doing, and it was your intention. he began to realize that was indeed the case after you became more obvious with your advances. grazing against him when you went past, putting a hand on his shoulder... all of these things that culminated in him being unable to look you in the eyes without feeling his stomach stir and and tighten.

all those things culminated in this-- your body laying over the smooth surface of his hardwood desk, work cast aside as his hands traveled over your waist and hips. your back faced him, ass perched in the air as he had your skirt yanked to your knees. his hand slid down your side, and he drew it back before swatting your ass, the flesh already red from his previous slaps. you gasped, folding a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. a chuckle rumbled in his chest as he rubbed his hand over the red marks. his gaze traveled over you, focusing on the way your legs pressed together and trembled when he touched you. his eyes stayed trained on the wet spot on your panties, and he sighed in amusement.

"come on, love, your legs are shaking already. don't tell me you can't take a bit 'f teasin'?"

you just whimper in response, pushing your hips up and gripping the edge of the desk as you push your legs apart. asking for something other than fleeting touches that left you tingling.

"hmm? wha's wrong?" he croons in feigned concern, his thumb dragging down over your clothed cunt, stopping just over your clit. he smirks slightly beneath the mask when you shudder once again, and his thumb travels in circles slowly, making you twitch and whimper. "tch... you wanted this. don't start whining."

you stuff your face into your arms, and he laughs quietly, watching you closely as his thumb ducks beneath the hem of your panties, going over your clit, rubbing smaller, tighter circles.

the coil builds in your stomach quickly. his hand twitches at his waist, and his dick twitches in his pants as well seeing the way you react to this touch.

"walkin' 'round in those skirts. askin' ta get fucked, n' now you can't handle it?" he chuckles. "poor girl."

then he removes his hand, pulling your panties back into place, pulling your skirt up and patting your ass. he wanted to fuck you, don't get him wrong-- but he wanted to see you writhe.

"go along now, girl. come back when you can handle me touching you."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for using a fast pass ticket I paid for?

This happened a while ago but it’s been bothering me a bit. So in middle school, there was a school trip to an amusement park for the eighth graders. My friends and I all planned on going, including this girl who we’ll call Elle.

We all bought our tickets for the amusement park, and we decided that we also wanted to buy the fast passes which would let us skip the long lines for the rides. All of us were on board, except for Elle. She said she couldn’t buy the ticket and the fast pass.

I guess Elle’s family didn’t have a lot of money. She rode the public bus to school, her shoes were super beat up, she was on the free lunch program, that kind of thing. But the fast pass wasn’t that expensive, and it was worth it because then you could go on way more rides so it would basically pay for itself after like ten rides.

Anyway this is the part were I think I might be TA. Everyone except Elle went ahead and bought the fast passes. So then when we got to the amusement park, we told her that we were going to use the fast passes. She got kind of upset because she obviously couldn’t go with us, but we just told her we would see her at lunch and walked away.

I mean it probably sucked for her because she didn’t have the pass, but also we paid for the passes with our own money, so I feel like it would have been a waste to not use them. Plus she was still able to go on the rides and do everything else at the park.

So AITA?

[zvdvdlvr]

on tv!?

“you were on t.v.!?” kyle asked in disbelief. his jaw was basically on the floor as you just shrugged.

“only for like a year or two… until i transferred schools,” you casually said, still reading your book. simon, kyle, johnny, and price all stared at you in different levels of shock.

you attended an ivy league school for volleyball. and. you didnt tell anyone. until now.

soap’s eyebrows reached his hairline. “an’ yeh didn’ think ta tell us, ey? we had teh find out frommuh old video? i thought we were a team, lass. we tell each other everythin’!”

you laughed. “everything? i don’t think so, johnny-boy. beside the fact i shattered my wrist and broke my ankle like three times, i rode the bench most the time-“

“but you were on the fookin’ telly!” ghost protests.

price opened his mouth.

“don’t start, price,” you said.

price closed his mouth.

as soap and gaz bickered about your skill level and your old teammates, ghost and price still watched you read.

“and they wonder why i don’t tell them anything,” you mumbled to yourself.

[kayesfanfics]

Before He Cheats (Striker x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You’re a farmhand on Rough n’ Tumbleweed Ranch. When your boyfriend cheats on you, Striker is there to pick you back up.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, cursing, sexual content

A/N: This is inspired both by Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, and cowboy Pedro Pascal but with Striker, my fav cowboy. Also I’m like super proud of this ngl. Enjoy~

“That’s it, Sallie May! I’m burning down his house! His car! That fucker thinks he can sleep with some bitch and come crawlin’ back ta me?! Imma kill him! I will!” You ranted to your best friend, pacing back and forth in the family houses kitchen.

“I told ya that guy was no good, Y/N.” Sallie May shrugged from her spot sitting on the counter, watching you kick around the legs of a chair you had smashed to bits when you had gotten the text. Your boyfriend had cheated, and he only just now got around to telling you…THREE WEEKS LATER. He didn’t even have the balls to tell you in person, he had to do it over text so he didn’t face your wrath head on…but to be honest, that was a smart move. If he were here, you probably would’ve actually killed him.

“He told me I was different! He said he loved me!” You shouted, enraged and heartbroken.

“They always say that, darlin’.” A voice from somewhere behind you purred. You turned around, seeing the other farmhand of Rough n’ Tumbleweed Ranch.

“Hello, Striker.” You muttered, before finally bending down to pick up the ruined chair you had broken and had been tossing around the room, setting the pieces on the table.

“What’s with the chair?” Striker asked, leaning against the doorway.

“Y/N lost her shit.” Sallie May grinned as she hopped off the counter to grab a broom and sweep up the splinters of wood littering the floor.

“Aw, now why’s that, doll?” Striker asked, chewing on a piece of wheat.

“My goddamn boy-EX boyfriend, cheated on me weeks ago, and just now told me over TEXT! Can you believe that?! What kinda coward-“

“Oh, I can believe it. The men ‘round these parts are…sleazy.” He said, tossing the wheat piece in the pile of wood chips.

“Oh, excluding you, I presume?” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well now, I ain’t no saint, but I’m no cheater. No honor in that.” He grinned as he approached you. “How abouts we head down to the bar, huh? Get some drinks, forget about that loser?”

“That…could be nice.” You admitted, blushing a little at how close Striker had gotten to you.

“What, I don’ get no invitation?” Sallie May piped up, grinning at you.

“Tell your mama I’m real sorry about the chair and I’ll fix it later. Please, Sallie May?” You whispered the last part to her. Everyone who had eyes had the hots for Striker, and she knew this could be a good lay to get your mind off your ex and move on quicker. So she finally nodded, and you winked at her before telling Striker you were gonna quickly change out of your dirty work gear.

You put something a little more bar-friendly on, making sure to choose a shirt that showed some extra cleavage, and a pair of jeans that made your ass look even better. Striker smirked and held an arm out for you to hold as he walked you out to his horse, Sallie May waving to you with a teasing grin on her face. You smiled when you reached Bombproof, petting the hell beast while Striker got the saddle ready, before helping you up and getting on himself. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he rode into town, heading to one of the nicer saloons in the area. Since you were deep in the country of Wrath, there was a place to tie your horse where they had a trough of water for them, and Striker held out his hand to help you off and walk you into the bar. The place was rather lively with twangy country music playing, some people watching some sports game on the tv, and others at tables eating or playing pool. You went up to the bar with Striker, ordering your first round and chatting with him.

“So, what was so great bout that little boyfriend of yours anyways? From what I heard from Sallie May, he was a real piece of shit.” Striker asked you as you took a swig of your drink.

“She got to you while I was upstairs, huh?” You chuckled, setting your drink down and rolling your eyes at your best friend.

“Oh yeah. Talked my ears off about how he “kinda-sorta” cheated before, he yelled at you a lot, you’re too forgivin’ of him, loved his car more than he loved you, yadda yadda.”

“That loud mouth.” You muttered under your breath before turning back to him. “Yeah, well, I learned my lesson. He was my first long term boyfriend, of course I let too much shit slide. But I won’ make that mistake twice.”

“Really? First boyfriend, huh?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Yer too pretty to just now have yer first boyfriend, sweet thing.” He winked at you before taking a sip of his drink, leaving you blushing up at him like some flustered schoolgirl.

“Quit that!” You smacked his arm playfully, knowing full well your face was red as a tomato. “I can’t imagine YOU’VE had many girlfriends yourself, tough guy.”

“And why’s that?”

“I don’ know, you don’ seem the type to like bein’ tied down is all.” You shrugged, tapping your nail on your glass.

“Yer right about that, I guess.” He sighed. “You got me, doll, I ain’t got much datin’ experience neither.”

“Oh? What about…experience with other relations?” You asked, a little more bold with some alcohol in your system.

“Whatcha mean by that, doll face?” Striker smiled back at you, both of you subconsciously leaning towards the other as you flirted.

You were about to answer, but man walked up to the both of you, knocking your drinks aside and the sticky liquid splashing all over you.

“Hey, watch it you-“ You were about to scold the person until you saw who it was. “You.”

“Yer gonna bitch at me bout cheatin while yer hangin off the arm of some random dick head?!” Your ex boyfriend yelled in your face drunkenly.

“Hey, back off her, dick head!” Striker shoved him off of you.

“Who the fuck are you anyways?” Your ex asked him, trying to puff out his chest and stand taller.

“Don’ matter, that ain’t how ya talk to her, sleaze bag.” Striker growled down at the man.

“Oh, so yer gonna hide behind this asshole, huh Y/N? I thought you were ‘sposed at be tough! You just gonna bend over fer him too?”

Your anger finally boiled over, and you pushed Striker aside to face your ex yourself. You decked him in the face so hard he fell backwards onto his ass, knocking over some other peoples table and getting food and drinks spilled all over himself. You glowered down at him, wanting to beat the shit out of him, but Striker snatched you up and dragged you out of the bar before you got into too much trouble. You yelled at Striker to let you go, squirming against his hold on you.

“Calm down, missy, before ya hurt yourself.” Striker said, only setting you down and letting go when you calmed down. You tried to rush past him back into the bar, but he was prepared and stopped you again.

“Let me kill him! Just a little!” You huffed as he drug you further away from the bar entrance.

“Not tonight, darlin’. Maybe another day, huh?” He suggested, letting you go again once you were drug out to the parking lot. You crossed your arms and pouted, needing to let your rage out somehow. Suddenly in your chaotic mind, a single thought stood out to you.

“His car.” You mumbled, looking around the parking lot.

“What’s goin on in that pretty lil head of yers?” Striker asked as he followed you, your eyes scanning the cars.

“His stupid fuckin’ car. He always loved that thing more than me.” You explained, smiling devilishly when you finally saw it. You went up to the souped-up sports car. “He spent more money on it than anything, its customized with some expensive ass shit.”

Striker grinned when he realized what you wanted to do. He even pulled a knife out of his belt and handed it to you, looking around for something else to use on the car. In a trash bin he saw a metal rod sticking put of it, so he grabbed it and watched you circle the nice car like a shark with its prey. The screech of metal on metal signaled you were digging the knife into he custom paint job, carving your name into it proudly. You got down and slashed his tires, stabbing them and watching them deflate before going to the other side of the car to give it the same treatment. Striker watched proudly as you destroyed this mans car, smirking and joining you not long after by smashing the windows in with the metal rod. You laughed when he joined in, stabbing the side of the car more and prying it open to give you access to the inside. You slashed his nice leather seats, tearing them to shreds and till the stuffing was falling out and flying in the air. You got out of the car and grabbed the metal rod from Striker, beginning to beat the shit out of this car, pretending it was your ex himself.

“Alright, alright, we gotta get outta here!” Striker said after letting you have your fun for awhile, but when some customers began to leave the bar, he knew it was time to go. You dropped the rod and took his hand, running off to the horses and getting on Bombproof while Striker untied him from the fence. You heard screaming in the distance, cackling when you realized it was your exes high pitched shrieks as he saw what had happened to his car.

“Come on, come on!” You laughed as Striker got on his horse, galloping away into the night. You listened to the screeches and screams of your ex with a smile on your face, reveling in the moment.

“He’s gon be so pissed when he sees your name on that thing!” Striker laughed loudly.

“So worth it!” You shouted back. “Thank you, Striker!”

“Not a problem, darlin’! You ready ta go home?” He asked as he slowed Bombproof down, far enough away from the bar you didn’t need to worry anymore.

“How abut we…” You smiled as your hands around his waist traveled further down his body. You felt hot and bothered after that adrenaline rush, and if you were being honest with yourself, you’ve been wanting to fuck this handsome cowboy for much longer than just tonight.

“One hotel room, comin’ up.” Striker smirked, before smacking his tail on Bombproof to make him run off. You held onto him as he raced the two of you to the nearest motel, tying Bombproof up at another fence before taking your hand and leading you to the front desk. Once the clerk handed him the room key, the two of you rushed up to the room together.

As soon as the door was opened, you turned Striker around to finally kiss him. He tasted of his drink and cigarettes, his lips rough but skilled as he kissed you back. He tapped on your thigh and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around him as he held you up, squeezing your ass through your jeans as he kicked the door shut behind him. He walked up to the bed, bending over to set you down as his lips never once left yours. You felt his bulge through his own jeans, his hips humping into your own, causing you to moan. He took the opportunity to stick his snake like tongue into your mouth, clawing at you as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He stood up to begin stripping, smiling as you watched himself shed his clothes intently.

“Been wantin’ to do this fer a long time, pretty girl.” He purred, now completely shirtless and his hat tossed across the room onto a lamp. He bent over you again, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lifted your arms for him to take your shirt off and toss it over his shoulder, before his hands went under you to unclasp your bra. He lowly whistled when he saw your bare breasts, a hand squeezing one and playing with it while his mouth made its way to your neck, attaching to it with his teeth, leaving a bite mark before sucking a hickey into it. You moaned and arched your back, your chest pressing further into his hands as they both now groped your soft breasts, his breath heavy as he felt your body and marked you up with his mouth.

“Striker…” You moaned quietly, your own hands clawing at his back, leaving your own marks as well.

“We’re not at the farm, darlin’. We ain’t never gon see any of these people here, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar~” He groaned as your hips started to grind into his.

“Then hurry up and make me scream~” You moaned, biting your lip as he stood back up, kicking his boots off before taking yours off, tossing them near the door.

He pulled at your jeans, and you lifted your hips off the bed so he could take them off of you. He then took his own jeans off, his bulge much more prominent now through the thin fabric of his boxers. You sat up on the bed and nearly drooled as you stared at his crotch, imagining what he looked like underneath those boxers. You looked up at him with doe eyes as you slid off the bed onto your knees, two fingers hooking under the waistband, looking up for a nod of approval before you slipped his boxers off of him, his hard-on slapping against his abdomen once set free.

“Fuck, Striker…” You drooled over him, licking your lips before kissing the tip of his cock. He groaned at your action, a hand instinctively tangling into your hair, pushing you closer to him. You obediently opened your mouth, letting him shove his cock into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged a bit at the contact, but slowly got used to it as your throat began to relax.

“Good girl…” Striker panted, his nails scraping your scalp, making you moan around his length. You slowly started to bob your head up and down his shaft, your tongue licking up and down the underside of his cock. Striker hissed as you sucked him off so good, hips bucking into your face as his grip on your hair tightened. “Fuck, Y/N! You must’ve never given that dipshit head, he never woulda cheated if you did!”

The reminder of your ex only made you more determined to make Striker cum down your throat. You wanted every thought of that loser to be replaced with Striker, every memory of sex to be with Striker instead of him. You began to bob your head faster and suck harder, Striker nearly stumbling over when you did that, holding onto the bed behind you for support as his eyes squeezed shut at your actions. He soon came down your throat, his hand holding you in place so that your nose was pressed up against his abs so not a drop spilled from your mouth. Once he came down from his high he let you go and backed up to give you room to stand, catching his breath as you sat back up on the bed in front of him.

“Shit, baby.” Was all he could say as he panted, more turned on now than ever as you batted your pretty eyes up at him. “Lay on back now, it’s time I returned the favor~”

You smiled sheepishly before lying back on the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched Striker kneel down in front of you, his own fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips for him once again to allow him to slip them off, a sexy grin adorning his face as he grabbed your thighs and propped them on either of his shoulders.

“Fuck me…” He muttered, kissing up your thighs and his eyes never leaving your glistening pussy. “Baby doll, you really are Satan’s favorite, huh?”

You didn’t have the chance to answer him, his tongue flicking over your clit stopping you. You whimpered at the feeling, it had been so long since you had received head from someone, and you knew his long tongue would hit the right spots. You moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking softly but enough to have your head tossing back and our back arching off the bed. You whined out his name as you gripped at the sheets below you, his tongue flicking across your folds before delving into your hole. One of his hands let go of your thigh so his fingers could rub your clit in slow but firm circles, his tongue working inside of you. You squirmed on the bed but his other hand held you firmly, one of your own hands flying to grab one of his horns, pushing him further into your cunt. He let out a muffled moan of surprise, but didn’t argue as he continued to eat you out like a starved man, the hand on your thigh digging its claws into your soft flesh. You ground your hips into Strikers face, feeling yourself reaching the edge. You moaned out a warning to him, and he moaned into your cunt as his fingers rubbed your clit faster and his tongue went impossibly deeper inside of you. You let out a high pitched squeak at the feeling, loudly moaning out Strikers name as you quickly toppled over the edge, your hips and legs shaking and spasming from how intense your orgasm was. Once you settled down and Striker licked you clean, he finally stood back up and caged you between his arms, grinning down at you as you caught your breath.

“Fuck, cowboy…” You breathed out before leaning up to kiss him, moaning at the taste of yourself on his mouth.

“I got some more surprises fer ya, darlin’. You wanna do this ass up or not?” He asked. You answered him by crawling up further onto the bed, bending over for him. He grinned as he pumped his cock, crawling up to you and pressing his chest to your back, kissing the base of your neck to make you shiver as you hugged a pillow, preparing yourself for that addicting stretch you hadn’t felt in so long. “Ready?”

You nodded desperately, Strikers body pressing against yours left your skin burning for more of him. You moved a hand to reach for his, and he chuckled but intertwined his fingers with yours, before aligning himself and beginning to push into you. You squeezed his hand and moaned as his cock began to stretch you open, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut as you buried your face into the pillow below you. Striker kissed you on your bare shoulder as his thumb rubbed the back of your hand comfortingly, he own eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock. Once he was bottomed out, he awaited for you to tell him he could start moving. Your hips started to move against his, and he took it as a sign to keep going. He slowly pulled out halfway before snapping his hips back into you, smiling at the little squeak you let out at the action. He started moving his hips faster and faster, the hand holding yours being nearly crushed as you held onto it. You moaned lewdly as his cock hit that perfect spot inside of you, whining and beginning to shake as you felt yourself approaching an orgasm again already. Striker chuckled as he felt your cunt squeeze him and your breathing becoming erratic as you neared your high.

“Don’ be embarrassed, sweet thing, cum for me~” He whispered into your ear encouragingly, freeing his hand from your grip to pinch and rub at your clit, a choked moan escaping your lips as you immediately came around his cock, Striker groaning at how you squeezed around him so tightly.

“S-Striker!” You nearly screamed as your body shook violently beneath him.

“That’s right, Y/N, scream my name~” He panted as he felt himself nearing his second orgasm of the night. He continued to pound into you, screams escaping you as your sensitive pussy was being overstimulated. He pulled out briefly to flip you over onto your back, desperate to see your face. He shoved his cock back into you, your breasts bouncing at the force he used to fuck you into the mattress. You began to babble incoherently as your eyes crossed and rolled back, Striker smiling smugly at how you unraveled around him.

“I-I’m almost there, Y/N.” He warned you, your legs clamping around him now allowing him to pull out.

“C-Cum in me!” You whimpered, feeling yet another orgasm coming on.

“You sure?”

“Just do it!” You screamed, your claws digging into his back to keep him in place.

His hips shot into yours as he came, groaning and panting as you also came with him, your juices squirting all over his dick as you both clutched onto the other desperately. Once you both came down from your highs, Striker collapsed on top of you, both of you trying to catch your breaths as your grips loosened on the other. After a few minutes, Striker stumbled out of bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiping both of you down and tossing it onto the floor before getting back into the bed with you. He pulled you close, noticing your thighs still twitching from the intense squirting orgasm you had.

“Nobody’s…ever made me…d-do that…” You panted, tilting your head to face him, but not having the strength to move your body yet.

“Well…glad to be a stand out.” He chuckled as he looked at you with half lidded eyes.

“Striker…” You swallowed harshly. “I…”

“Save it for the mornin, doll.” He interrupted you, pulling you close to him and shutting his eyes. You nodded dumbly, not having the thoughts or energy to argue with him. Plus, this was nice, just being held by him so intimately, singing and letting morning you figure out your relationship with the man. For now, you just curled into his touch and buried your face into his chest.

[saja-star]

I showed up yesterday completely unprepared. No water, no emergency phone numbers, my school backpack on my back with my laptop in it. I thought it would be a small event on the green and the university admin would mostly ignore us. People talked about holding a seder, teaching classes.

I was surprised by the turnout, but the university was not. Over 150 cops showed up, state troopers, APD, university security, and others. They surrounded us on all sides and boxed us in tighter and tighter. Call me a coward, but me and the people with me got out of the box and away from the center at that point. There were a dozen troopers on horseback. They rode through groups of people shouting at them to move or the horse would hurt them. Some on motorcycles. Some with batons forming barriers and pushing people back (except for the moments the students pushed them back).

The governor called for us to be arrested, and I've heard over 79 people were. Indiscriminately: including people tying to disperse the group, including a cameraman for Fox. Students were shoved to the ground, bruising their faces and bloodying their noses. They were dragged by their hair and legs, one of them over a chain link fence. From what I've heard, the charges will likely be dropped, but we're waiting to see what action the university will take internally. If graduate student employees, professors, and staff will lose jobs (they already banned some grad students from TAing, effectively firing them, for implying support for palestine). If undergrads will be expelled (which the university suggested would happen). No idea how an arrest or other reprisals may impact international students who depend on this job/school enrollment for their visas.

The dispersal order said that we'd broken rules by obstructing pathways. The stated plan was to sit on the lawn, but police pushed everyone off the lawn and set up a perimeter around it, forcing them onto the sidewalks where they could be arrested. This protest was smaller than the crowds of people standing around for the eclipse, which the police felt no need to disperse. The university president, in his response, stated that he supports lawful protests, but this one broke the rules. Which rules? Well the university knew about the protest in advance and decided in advance that it wouldn't be allowed, period. So he's pro-protest, but this protest broke the rules of... existing at all.

Last night there was an email from the Dean of Students expressing concern for those "affected" and offering support. She made it very clear who this support was for by saying that if we felt unsafe, we should call the university police. The president's statement suggested that many people at the protest were not from the university, which is blatantly untrue. Every single person I met there was a student, employee, or alumnus.

Today a notice was passed around at the protest laying out a new set of rules, and a matching list was sent to all university staff by the provost. It bans wearing masks, being on the lawns, being at entrances, being on walkways, making any noise, and being out after 10 pm. Organizers were already working around the ridiculous claims that the protest was too noisy and therefore distracting students in class by not using any amplification devices. Instead everything they said was repeated by the people around in waves so that the people at the back could hear.

Today was scheduled for a protest from the state employees' union against the sudden firing of 60 staff associated with DEI, following the state's ban on DEI offices and programs. The union officially ceded the day to protest for Palestine and against the events of yesterday. The DEI protest is rescheduled for Monday.

Today's resumption of the protest wasn't met with violence like yesterday. There was some police presence, but much lighter, and they didn't press us. After two hours, we dispersed peacefully on the organizers' orders. I've heard that there was even more turnout today than yesterday, although I never got a good look at the crowd from a distance either day. I am proud that a number of people from our department were there, from undergrads to tenured professors. I am grateful that as far as I have been able to find out, none of my colleagues or students have been arrested.

Everyone take care. 🇵🇸

[wh0re4gambit]

oh my gosh! the fic where gambit and y/n are dating secretly 🤭 i folded. please make a part 2, maybe some smut? whatever you're comfortable writing!!

Love you

Remy LeBeau x fem!Reader (nsfw)

i’m glad you liked that fic so much :) this is my first time writing smut, also english is not my first language, so sorry in advance in case there are any errors

pt.1 / pt.2

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They returned to the party, careful to avoid suspicion but unable to hide their happiness. Remy felt more in love with Y/N at every glance at her.

As the gala wore on, the X-Men mingled with various guests, maintaining their cover. Gambit and Y/N stole moments together whenever they could, sharing secret smiles and subtle touches.

With the mission accomplished and the night winding down, the X-Men regrouped. Professor Xavier had arranged transportation back to the mansion. As they gathered at the entrance, Remy and Y/N lingered at the back, reluctant to end their night together.

"Well, cheré, looks like it's time ta’ go," Remy said softly.

Y/N stole a quick glance to the side, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Remy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What ya got in mind?"

Y/N grinned and took his hand, leading him away from the group. They slipped into a side room, where she pulled him close for another kiss, this one slow and lingering.

"I'll never get tired of this," Remy murmured against her lips.

"Good, because neither will I," Y/N whispered back.

As they continued to kiss, their bodies pressed closer together, the heat between them growing more intense. Remy’s hands roamed over Y/N’s back, pulling her tighter against him. Her fingers tangled in his auburn hair, deepening the kiss. They broke apart briefly, their breaths coming in short, heated gasps.

Remy’s eyes burned with desire as he looked at Y/N. "Ya’ sure about this, cheré?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Absolutely," she replied, her voice filled with need.

With a growl of approval, Remy pushed her up against the wall, his lips finding hers again in a hungry kiss. His hands slid down her sides, grasping the hem of her dress and slowly hiking it up. Y/N shivered as his warm fingers brushed against her bare, cold skin.

He reached for the zipper on the side of her dress, pulling it down and letting the fabric fall to the floor. Remy’s eyes roamed appreciatively over her body, taking in the sight of her in just her lace underwear.

"Mon dieu," he muttered, stepping forward and running his hands over her curves. Y/N arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

She reached for his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons in her urgency to feel his skin against hers. Remy helped her, shrugging out of the garment and tossing it aside. His hands returned to her body, sliding down to cup her ass and lift her off the ground. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his arousal pressing against her through his pants.

They moved to a couch, Remy sitting down with Y/N straddling his lap. His hands roamed over her back, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. He took one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple. Y/N gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

"Remy," she moaned, grinding her hips against him. He groaned in response, his hands moving to the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. Y/N helped him, kicking them off before reaching for the button on his pants.

With a deft movement, she undid his pants and slid them down, freeing his erection. Remy’s breath hitched as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly. He captured her lips in another hungry kiss, his hips bucking into her hand.

"Need you, now," he growled against her lips.

"Then take me," Y/N whispered, positioning herself over him. She sank down onto him, both of them gasping at the sensation. Remy gripped her hips, helping her set a rhythm as she rode him.

Their movements grew more frantic, the pleasure building with each thrust. Y/N threw her head back, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips. Remy took advantage of the exposed skin, kissing and nipping at her neck.

"Mon amour," he murmured, his voice strained with desire. "So beautiful."

Y/N could only moan in response, her body trembling.

She felt the knot of pleasure tightening in her belly.

"Remy, I’m so close," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Come for me, cheré," he urged, his own release approaching.

With one final thrust, Y/N cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves. Remy followed soon after, a deep moan escaping his lips as he found his own release.

They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath and coming down from their high. Y/N rested her forehead against Remy’s, a satisfied smile on her lips.

They stayed there a while longer, enjoying the closeness and the afterglow of their lovemaking. Eventually, they knew they’d have to return to the group, but for now, they were content to just be with each other, savoring the moment.

[ashtheketchum]

Hey, no pressure but when can we expect the next chapter of A New Family? I really love the concept of Daryl x Single Mom Reader!

A/N: As stupid as it sounds, questions and messages like these always make me happy. I never expected so many people to like this story! I always try to publish one chapter per week by the way ;D (Picture from Pinterest!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Taglist: @lowkeyhottho

Warnings: Blood, Injuries, Typical TWD Content

Masterlist!

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PoV (Y/N):

After the walkers were taken care of, we decided to go to the CDC. At first Shane was against it, as were some others, but Jim then convinced them. Not because he spoke well to them, but because he was bitten. When we found this out, we headed to the CDC. However, not everyone wanted to go there. Morales and his family wanted to go their own way and we accepted it. Rick gave Moales another gun and some ammunition while the others separated from his family.

(D/N) and I kept our distance, we didn't have any real contact with Morales and his family, so we didn't say goodbye. "Okay, we're leaving!" And with those words we set off to the CDC.

Rick, Carol, Lori, Sophia and Carl rode together, Dale, Jim, Tdog, Glenn, Andrea and Jacqui rode in the RV. I actually wanted (D/N) to go with one of them, but there was no more space. We sat with Daryl in his car. It had a huge loading area on which he had placed his brother's motorcycle. We had put our bags next to it because they would have taken up too much space at the front. While Daryl drove, I sat between him and (D/N), who was sleeping. She rested her head on my arm and I stroked her hand gently.

There was silence between Daryl and me. I didn't know what it was like between us now. He insulted me, then apparently wanted to spend time with (D/N). Then he snapped at me and then saved my and (D/N)'s life. It was confusing. I briefly thought about how (D/N) sees Daryl and I had to smile slightly. I sighed briefly in amusement, which Daryl probably noticed. ,, Wha´? Why´r ya laughing?" He asked, not annoyed, but more curious. "I didn't laugh…" I then said quietly and then turned my head away.

Daryl gave a brief snort of amusement. "F´course not…" Strangely, I couldn't hear any annoyed or offended tone in his voice. Maybe he was a little calmer now and I could tell him. It wouldn't really change anything anyway. “(D/N)… said that she sees you as a new father…” I then murmured quietly. A sad smile crept onto my lips and I looked down at her. She was breathing very calmly and had now laid her head on my lap. Daryl remained silent, although I could feel him tense briefly. "Wha´? Why tha´?" If I only knew that, Dixon.

Shrugging my shoulders, I looked out the window again. The streets were quiet and we didn't see a single walker. You might think that there wouldn't be any more, but this picture is deceptive. "I don't know…" I then sighed quietly.

Before Daryl could ask anything else, we suddenly saw the RV and Rick's car stop. Daryl stopped too and Rick motioned for us to come out. Just as I was about to unbuckle myself, Daryl moved his hand in front of my face. "Stay here, I'll go…" He just murmured quietly and he walked out. I stayed quiet for a moment, actually I didn't even have to listen to him, but if Daryl gave me the order not to do anything (which had never happened before), then there was probably a reason for it. So I stayed seated and watched the other group members talk.

Lori and Andrea looked at me briefly before tilting their heads towards me and speaking. For a while, I felt very uncomfortable, what were they talking about me? Did you want to get rid of us? Daryl spoke briefly before moving back to us. He opened his door and slammed it again. “Everything okay…?” Daryl remained silent for a moment. "Yeh… Jim wan´s ´ta stay here and be dropped off… we should say bye…" Daryl then said.

His answer chastised me a bit. Jim had lasted a really long time, but I expected him to give up now. He probably suffered terribly. "What did Lori and Andrea say?" This question slipped out of my mind. I didn't really want to ask, but somehow I had a right to know if it was about me. "They asked if ya should also say bye ta´ Jim… Andrea sai´ tha´ ya and (D/N) should do tha´…" Daryl explained briefly. "I said that ya should decide for yarself."

I was grateful and pissed. Why did Andrea take the right to decide over me and my daughter. However, I really wanted to say goodbye, out of respect. "It's okay… but thanks, Daryl…" I murmured quietly. I gently lifted (D/N)'s head to get out. I didn't want her to have to say goodbye, she wasn't ready for that. Daryl got out from his side so I could climb after him.

Rick and Shane sat Jim by a tree and we said goodbye. It took a lot of people away, Jacqui even gave him a kiss before she walked away. I then knelt down next to Jim and I nodded at him gratefully. "I hope you won't be in pain anymore…" "I won't… and take good care of your daughter…" He coughed quietly. I smiled lovingly at him before standing up and distancing myself again. After everyone said goodbye, we continued driving until we hit a traffic jam. (D/N) was awake again by now and I explained the situation to her with Jim before we all got out and listened to Rick.

(D/N) was a little sad, but she didn't cry because of the news with Jim. I didn't know if she was angry that she couldn't say goodbye or disappointed. But it didn't feel right for me to let her do something like that.

Since there were a lot of cars here, we had to somehow find resources to help us. Food, medicine, clothes, water and more. Just anything you could find. So we split up a bit and started looking. (D/N) and I went with Tdog. How the others divided up was different. "Maybe we can find new clothes or even medicine." (D/N) said, looking around too. "Let's hope so, little one." Tdog agreed with her. Tdog and I searched in the cars while (D/N) stayed outside and instead looked under them or looked around.

I found some clothes and a bottle of water. Smiling, I got out of the car again and I showed this to (D/N). She smiled brightly and reached for the fabric I had pulled out. It was a t-shirt, her size and she seemed to like it. "Can I keep this?" I acknowledged her question with a nod. “Walker!” Tdog suddenly said. Immediately we saw the huge herd coming towards us from the distance and we ran between the cars to the others.

“Mom!” (D/N) suddenly shouted. I immediately turned around and I saw (D/N) lying on the ground, blood flowing out of her leg. She had cut off a part of the rust. I immediately ran to her and I picked her up. My clothes soaked up her blood before it continued to drip to the floor. Breathing heavily, I kept running before Lori grabbed me and told me to hide under a car.

“Come on, get under the car, honey!” I said to (D/N), who slowly went under the car. I climbed after her and looked at her wound under the car. It was a deep cut, but it wasn't big. I looked deep into her eyes before tearing off some fabric from my top and wrapping it around the wound. In the background I could already hear the walkers running past us and (D/N) pressed her hands to her mouth to keep quiet. We were now trapped under the cars and (D/N) was bleeding non-stop.

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[jujutsubaby]

final round (part 1)

☆ pairing: eren x afab!reader ☆ summary: you have a very important interview coming up that basically dictates whether or not you have a job after college. and you're sure you're gonna ace it...as long as your arch-nemesis doesn't have anything to do with the interview... ☆ warnings: 18+, not nsfw in this part but has suggestive themes, former TA/student relationship, eren is kinda mean to you (but you're kind of mean to eren), a hint of power dynamics ☆ a/n: hiiiii my very first blurb on this site ~ yes this is my brain rot from trying to find a new job. also should i do a part 2? i kinda did this to tease the relationship a bit bc i didn't want my very first thing to be smut haha o(≧▽≦)o

you hear a ping from your laptop indicating a new email. you read the subject line:

Paradis Labs, Inc Final Interview - Next Steps

you couldn't believe your eyes. your dream company wanted to interview you for their final round and suddenly, you weren't able to even focus on hearing about your best friend sasha's latest hookup at delta phi last weekend.

"hey y/n? you listening? he took me to pound town and back...what's more important than this?" sasha inquired, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

"uhh..i got into the final round interview for paradis labs! AH!" you squealed.

sasha remained seated but elated. "i'm not the least bit surprised. you're the smartest, hottest girl i know after all", she winked. "but wait... doesn't you know who work there now after he graduated..." she trailed off, not wanting to illicit any alarm bells off of you.

you groaned, thinking about you know who. you knew him unfortunately very well in the worst way possible. the guy who was your TA last semester and absolutely crushed you while grading your midterms and finals. not only did he never answer any of your questions during class, he actively ignored you? and would only talk to some sleazy girls he was planning to hit on after the class ended. he had berated your final project, purposefully skipped over you on the waitlist queue multiple times during office hours, and you could've sworn he gave you the wrong advice once on a lab.

eren fucking jaeger.

you groaned just even thinking his godforsaken name out loud. "it's okay sash, paradis labs is like one of the largest companies in the nation. the odds of you know who being my interview is basically slim to none." you surmised unsuspectingly. you always had a way of attracting the worst luck, but you couldn't bear to entertain that for even a second.

~ two weeks later ~

okay, you got this. you've been studying for this final round nonstop for the last two weeks, you thought to yourself as you rode the bus to the elusive paradis lab headquarters. you've turned down every party, every study session, every potential "date" sasha tried to set you up with for this one interview. and you felt great about it.

you arrived at the headquarters 30 minutes early, thanks to your fear of being late, and you started to feel your stomach growling, clearly indicating that the glass of orange juice you chugged before you left was not enough. the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit your nostrils, and you found yourself at the paradis cafe at the lobby of the building you were interviewing at. you ordered your coffee and pastry, but as you're waited, you heard a distant, yet familiar voice in the background. you dared not turn behind you, because you knew if you saw him, your day was fucking over. you know exactly who it was. hell, you could recognize that laugh in a room full of people, easily.

ignoring the mild annoyance, you looked at your watch and started getting anxious. you grew increasingly annoyed and worried about bumping into you know who, and you just wanted to grab your stupid coffee and go upstairs and get this interview over with.

"one iced matcha latte with oatmilk for y/n!" the barista chirped, as you dashed to the front to grab the order. you heard the familiar laughter die down, but as you turned around to beeline to the elevator, someone's torso knocked you out and you spilled your iced matcha all over your freshly dry cleaned blouse and someone else's shirt.

"oh my god, i'm SO sor-", you stopped cold. wait, no. it's not just anyone's shirt i spilled coffee on. no it can't be-

"hey, doofus", eren glared. you detected a hint of playful mischief in his dark eyes, but it went away almost immediately. were his eyes always so mesmerizing? stop, what the fuck, don't think that! "always makin' a fuckin' mess, are we?"

you rolled your eyes. this could not be happening to you. matcha stained blouse, and you were hungry, and the worst person you knew was here. "fuck off, asshat", you retorted. "i literally have a meeting in 10 minutes and i look like a fucking idiot because of you."

"for what it's worth, you always looked like a fucking idiot." eren said.

you flipped him off before you beelined to the elevator, aiming to head to the change room immediately. you didn't have an extra blouse, but you were wearing a sleeveless black shirt underneath, which hid the stain well but it was a bit tight. even you had to admit your boobs looked amazing in it. tucking it into your loose grey slacks, you stepped outside the washroom and composed yourself. your interview was in 3 minutes, but you could do this. you knew you can. you passed eren's class last year, and that was with his ass constantly throwing you curveballs. this was nothing.

you entered the waiting room for the interview, waiting your name to be called in. shortly, a dark haired man wearing a white shirt and black slacks called you in. "y/n? there you are." he said nonchalantly as his narrowed in on you. "come into my office, please." as you walked next to him, you realized he's way shorter than he looked from across the waiting room.

"i'm levi, and i'll be conducting your interview today. please take a seat." he motioned to the chair across his table.

"hi levi. i'm y/n. i just want to say that i am so grateful to have had this opportunity to come onsite and be interviewed by some of the most magnificent minds of our-" you're interrupted by a loud phone call coming from levi's desk.

"i apologize miss y/l/n. let me just quickly answer that. they should know i'm in the middle of interviewing candidates..." he said, sounding slightly annoyed by the phone call.

he answered it, and you heard him groan and say "i'll be right there. send him to my office to take over." he looked over at you, partially annoyed and partially apologetic about the fuss happening. "i apologize. some brat fucked up the program we were releasing today, and now i have to clean up some one's mess." he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. you thought you heard him say that he's going to fire the brat at the end of the say.

"someone else will be coming to conduct the interview, but don't worry. he can be a bit much, but he's unfortunately one of our best recent hires in a while. i'm sure you'll be in good hands." levi said, before he grabbed his stuff and headed to the work emergency.

you were left a bit confused, but ultimately grateful that you had more time to calm yourself down after what happened in front of the cafe. out of all the people who work here, why did you have to run into him. you just can't catch a fucking break can you? you thought to yourself.

as if right on cue, levi's office door opened, and your thoughts were interrupted by the person who once again, occupied an unnecessary amount of thoughts in your head. your jaw dropped, and you practically had to stop yourself from yelling at the universe for this sick, cruel twist of fate that destiny was putting you through.

eren fucking jaeger.

you heard him chuckle deeply. "oh, this is going to be so much fun." eren smirked, his eyes staring at you deeply. he looked at you up and down, and suddenly, you really wished you hadn't taken off your blouse in the changing room, feeling suddenly exposed in this tiny hot (hot? when did this office get hot?) office.

you took a deep shaky breath and buried your head in your hands, groaning and letting out all of the bad emotions you were holding in. "eren, if you're just going to flunk me on this interview, just tell me right now. i'll go home and we'll both just move on." you pleaded. what else can you even do at this point? you should've known this interview was over the minute you heard his stupid laugh in the cafe.

"woah there, slow down doof," he said teasingly. he moved in front of you, partially sitting on levi's (quite expensive) mahogany desk. "you can't just leave an interview before it even started. and who said i was gonna flunk you on this? do you reaaaally think i'd do something like that?"

"umm, you literally did! last year on my midterm, stupid", you yelled exasperated. you were trying hard to keep your cool and calm disposition, but eren always loved to test your limits.

eren pretended to think about it for a second before he shook his head. "nope, doesn't ring a bell. anyway, first question of this interview: why do you want to work at paradis labs?" he asked.

"well, if you must know, i-", you started, before being interrupted by eren.

"i actually don't care. i don't know why anyone asks that." eren laughed, eyes skimming over the files on levi's desk. oh, you could slap him right now. your patience was wearing thin. "hm, well look at this here. your resume says you took a chemical engineering lab last year with professor zeke.?" he asked, knowing damn well the answer was yes. he tried to hold back the smile he had while he watched you visibly tighten up at the sound of the class. "care to tell me about that?"

"not really since you were my TA for that class and went out of your way to almost fail me." you retorted back, fuming at what was happening. no way was he trying to bring this shit up in the middle of an interview. but you were not backing down from this fight. it had been a long time coming. i'm not getting the job anyway at this point. might as well go out cursing eren while i'm at it, you thought to yourself.

"god, i don't know why you think that," he mused teasingly. "if anything, i helped make sure the other stricter TAs didn't grade your work. i dunno where you're getting this idea i hated you." he shrugged. you could swear he almost sounded...honest while saying the last part.

"oh wow, you're really too kind," you said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes. where does this guy get off?

"no, really y/n. i'm being serious," eren said earnestly. a slight genuine smile formed on his lips.

wait, is he? also, why is his smile so...cute? no, stop it, y/n! compose yourself! you quickly snapped out of your thoughts.

"you also ignored me every single time i came to your office hours and every time i came to your lab for help. you literally helped every single girl but me", you accused. you didn't mean to sound harsh and annoyed, but deep down, you felt your chest tighten up and you didn't know why. who cares if he helped other girls, he hates your guts anyway. why were you feeling so sour about it?

"don't give me that shit. i didn't help you because you were the cutest girl in lab and i couldn't make it seem like i was being inappropriate." he said without skipping a beat. eren wasn't sure what made him say it, but it was true.

your eyes snapped to him, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you momentarily forgot what you were even doing here as your head felt dizzy all of sudden. no way you just heard what you thought you heard. you jaw fell and you were at a loss of words to respond. "i...uhh...well.." cough. "um, o-o-okay..." you trailed off, desperate to find the words to respond to eren. you thought back to your class lat year with eren. was he ever really that mean to you? or were you just a bit desperate to do well in an important class? no, wait, he's just being asshole.

"well, if you liked me so much why did you hook up with those sorority girls after the semester ended?" you said incredulously. this was some big fucking joke and you were not going to lose this game.

"oh c'mon, y/n. don't act like you never had a one night stand before." eren explained, his voice lacking any hint of teasing or malice. "besides, you were the only one on my mind, anyway...", eren whispered under his breath so lowly that you weren't able to make out what he said.

well, actually, you haven't ever had a one night stand like that. in fact you never actually...had sex with anyone before. you've always been too focused in school to really date around, and the most action you've gotten was hearing about sasha's escapades. and you sure as hell weren't going to let eren know that.

"umm...well...", you said as you flustered your words. you took a bit too long to compose yourself and respond, which was all eren needed to connect the dots.

"oh shit. y/n...are you a virgin?"

"u-umm...of course not...i-i just...i just never found...or had the time...", you dropped your gaze. that's it, eren had just found his trump card, after he played the cruelest joke on you. you couldn't even think of a witty one liner like you usually did to get out of something like this. you were tired and shocked by eren's confession (which you didn't even believe fully). and not only that, but you were talking about your v-card with your worst enemy.

"hey, hey, hey, it's okay. i'm sorry, y/n. i shouldn't have brought it up, that was weird. and...", eren trailed off. he wasn't sure what to say next, but he said it earnestly and honestly. "i'm sorry for treating you like shit when i was your TA, and i'm sorry for bumping into you and spilling your matcha all over us," even though eren would've done it again if it meant he could see you in the form fitting top you currently have on, but he dared not to comment on that.

you sighed, partially out of relief and partially because you felt vindicated through his apology. your eyes glanced up to his, and both of your gazes softened. "so, you really do like me?" you teased eren, finally cracking a slight playful smile and releasing the tension in the atmosphere.

"shut the fuck up and don't make me say it again, doofus." eren mumbled, as he leaned closer into you. your heart started beating faster and you swear even eren could hear the pounding in your chest as you sucked in a deep shaky breath. you didn't mean to break eren's gaze and look at his lips, but you did and eren noticed. his smile curved up slightly as he leaned closer to you. you felt his hot breath near you lips, and just as his lips were about to crash into yours, the door bursted open to a slightly disheveled levi.

eren immediately snapped back to leaning on levi's desk, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. you prayed that levi could not see how flushed you looked or the goosebumps on your arm.

"how did the interview go?" levi asked eren.

eren gave a quick warm glance to you before he said, "y/n did great. answered every question with ease. i think we should extend an offer." you noticed the slightest hint of a smile in eren's professional demeanor, but you were more surprised that he'd do this for you. bit by bit, you felt your hard shell crumbling for eren, and you wondered how you will survive working at paradis labs after graduating.

eren walked you back to the elevator, his hand lightly touching the small of your back as guided you across the hallway. "well, i guess i look forward to working with you and picking back up where we started." eren said with a wink.

you turned around and touched eren's shirt, softly tracing the matcha stain you gave him. "hm, maybe i'll start off my first day dumping coffee on you first thing in the morning." you playfully teased, your breath accidentally hitching as you realized his chest was way harder than you expected it to be. oh my god, no way he's actually built under the shirt. embarrassed, you quickly buried that thought deep where it came from.

"hm, maybe i'll take you to the bathroom and make you help me clean it up," he replied, his eyes filled with warmth and invitation. something that was new to you, but you weren't complaining.

god, you couldn't wait to graduate.

[ravenclawboyy]

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑊𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐶𝐼𝐺𝐴𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑆 🍓 ₊˚࿐

‎‏♡‧ ⁺彡𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂 🚬 ⋆◞

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- ✧ A year had passed since Johnny Davis had given A/N a ride home on that quiet evening. Seasons came and went, and the little town stayed much the same — dusty streets, old diners, and whispers of the past mingling with the hum of motorcycle engines. But for Johnny, something felt different. The memory of the girl with the basket of strawberries and that playful smile had lingered in the back of his mind, like a song he couldn’t shake off.

One summer night, the Bike Riders were back at their usual spot, gathered around their bikes outside the same old diner. The neon sign flickered overhead, casting a soft, buzzing glow onto the street below. Johnny leaned against his bike, a cigarette perched between his lips, eyes scanning the familiar surroundings.

That’s when he saw her again.

A/N was walking along the sidewalk, her steps slower, more measured than before. Her hair was longer now, falling in waves around her shoulders, and she wore a simple sundress that moved gently in the warm evening breeze. She looked older, but still young — like time had brushed past her without really settling in. There was a new confidence in her stride, a quiet self-assurance that hadn’t been there before.

Johnny’s heart skipped a beat, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. She looked up and saw him. For a moment, their eyes met, and something sparked between them, a recognition, a memory.

She smiled, a slow, deliberate smile, and walked over to him. “Johnny Davis,” she said, her voice warmer but still holding that soft edge. “Still here, I see.”

Johnny chuckled, taking the cigarette from his lips. “I could say the same about you, A/N. You’ve grown up a bit.”

She laughed, a sound that was somehow both familiar and new. “Yeah, I guess a lot can change in a year.”

Johnny nodded, his gaze lingering on her face. “What brings you back here?”

Emily shrugged. “I come into town sometimes. It’s where the stories are, where things happen, you know?”

He nodded, understanding the unspoken words. There was a restlessness in her, a desire for something more than the worn-down house and the quiet life at the edge of town. “You want another ride?” he asked, half-joking, half-serious.

She tilted her head, considering him for a moment. “Maybe,” she replied. “But this time, I have somewhere else in mind.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Where’s that?”

She leaned in, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and something deeper. “There’s an old road up by the cliffs,” she said. “They say it’s dangerous, but the view is beautiful. I’ve always wanted to see it.”

Johnny hesitated. The road she was talking about was notorious, narrow and winding, a place where thrill-seekers went to test their luck. But there was something in her voice, a challenge, a dare that he couldn’t resist.

“Alright,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Let’s go see it.”

A/N climbed onto the back of his bike, her hands finding their place around his waist, just like before. Johnny felt the familiar thrill of the ride course through his veins as he kicked the engine into gear and took off down the street.

They rode out of town, past the fields and the quiet houses, toward the cliffs where the road twisted and turned, hugging the edge of the steep drop-off. The wind was warm against their faces, and for a moment, Johnny felt like they were the only two people in the world, racing against the setting sun.

When they reached the cliffs, he slowed down, bringing the bike to a stop at a small overlook. The view was breathtaking — the town spread out below them, bathed in the golden light of dusk, the river winding its way through the valley like a silver thread.

A/N slid off the bike and walked to the edge, her eyes wide with wonder. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

Johnny stood beside her, his hands in his pockets, watching her take it all in. “Yeah,” he said softly. “It is.”

She turned to him, her face glowing in the fading light. “Thanks for bringing me here,” she said. “I knew I could count on you.”

Johnny felt a strange warmth spread through him at her words. “Anytime,” he replied, a hint of a smile on his lips.

After a few quiet moments, A/N turned to him, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. “Hey, why don’t you come to my house? I want to show you something.”

Johnny hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure. Lead the way.”

They rode back to her place, the ride slower this time, the twilight settling into a deep, warm blue. When they reached her house, A/N jumped off the bike, her feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. She led him around the side of the house, down a small path that wound through a patch of tall grass.

“I’ve been growing something,” she said, her voice soft, almost secretive.

They reached a small clearing, and Johnny stopped in his tracks. There, behind the house, was a garden — a small, neat patch filled with rows upon rows of strawberry plants, their red fruits glowing like jewels in the dim light.

“I planted them myself,” she said proudly. “Every one of them.”

Johnny looked at her, surprised. “Why strawberries?”

A/N smiled. “Because they’re sweet,” she replied simply. “And they remind me of being a kid.”

She walked over to one of the plants and picked a strawberry, holding it up to his lips. “Here, try one.”

Johnny took a bite, the sweetness of the strawberry flooding his mouth. For a moment, he forgot about the cigarette in his pocket, the bike waiting by the curb. All he could think about was the taste of the fruit and the girl in front of him.

She laughed softly, and Johnny felt something stir inside him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Emily picked another strawberry, this time gently feeding it to him with her fingers. He could feel her warmth, the softness of her touch, the lingering scent of the strawberries on her skin.

He leaned against the garden fence, watching her move among the plants, her face glowing with joy and mischief. She turned back to him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “You’re different,” she said quietly.

Johnny’s smile faded slightly, replaced by something more serious, more thoughtful. “Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe it’s just you who makes me feel that way.”

A/N blushed and looked away, but there was a smile on her lips. “Maybe,” she echoed softly.

They stayed there for a while, sitting among the strawberry plants, sharing stories and fruit, the night air filled with the scent of sweetness and smoke. For that brief moment, time seemed to stand still, and the line between the innocent and the savage blurred in the moonlight.

When Johnny finally left, he couldn’t stop thinking about her — the girl with the strawberry garden and the smile that made him feel like a different person. As he rode away, the taste of strawberries still lingered on his lips, mingling with the scent of his cigarette smoke.

And he knew he’d be back.

End..

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[sotwk]

Horses in the Woodland Realm

Historically, the Silvan Elves that dwelt in Greenwood the Great, prior to the coming of their Sindar rulers, had no desire or reason to keep horses. Horses were neither necessary nor practical for travel within their dense woodlands, and the Silvans did not journey frequently enough from their home territory to require them. As peaceful Elves, they also had all the stamina and time in the world to walk leisurely to their destinations.

Even with the arrival of the would-be King Oropher and his brethren, there were only a handful of Sindar who brought horses along with them, and continued the practice of riding as a means of transport, whether for recreation or warfare. In the Second Age, the most skilled of these horse-riders was the Crown Prince Thranduil.

Thranduil, the Great Rider

Thranduil grew up in Doriath among the Sindar, an environment where horse riding was not a very common practice.

It was not until he participated in the War of Wrath and trained as a soldier amongst the Vanyar and Noldor, did he learn to be around and ride horses.

(Note: Thranduil's participation in this war is a controversial headcanon and a massive deal that doesn't get addressed enough. It needs its own separate, in-depth discussion--or two or three!)

For his valor during the war, Thranduil was gifted by his commanders with the orphaned horse he rode during the later battles, a great stallion that originated from Valinor, carried across the sea with the Host of the West. He named the horse Raindal, meaning "wandering feet".

As a creature of Valinor, Raindal was blessed with extraordinarily long life and vigor, similar to that of Elves. The steed accompanied Thranduil throughout his widespread travels and adventures early in the Second Age, and carried him to Greenwood when Oropher and his kin migrated out of Lindon in c. SA 750.

Thranduil commanded the forces that cleansed Greenwood from the encroachment of orcs and evil creatures that had survived the Great War (see related HCs here).

He made such a fearsome, terrible vision in hunting down the foul beasts, astride his great horse, that the Silvan Elves thought he might have been Oromë himself coming to their aid.

During the Second Age, many Greenwood Elves referred to their new Prince reverently as "The Great Rider".

Sadly, Thranduil's 1,700-year friendship with Raindal came to an end when the great horse perished during the Sack of Eregion, a battle in which Thranduil fought to rescue the elleth he loved, Lady Maereth. Later on, opponents of his betrothal to Maereth claimed it was an ill-foreboding sign that he should not marry her.

Despite mating with countless different mares over the centuries, Raindal never successfully sired offspring.

After the loss of Raindal, Thranduil never kept or claimed another horse of his own. For the rest of the Second Age, he rode only in certain times of need, and never using the same animal.

Thranduil only found a replacement for Raindal when he discovered the first of his elks, a one-of-a-kind species never before seen in Rhovanion or perhaps all of Middle-earth. He named the elk Alvar, meaning "good fortune", considering the creature a gift from the Valar themselves.

Henceforth that particular breed of elk became known as the "King's Elk", and was bred and raised exclusively to be the mount of the Elvenking of the Woodland Realm.

(Note: A detailed history of Thranduil and his elk, and the characteristics of the "King's Elk" will be discussed in future headcanons, since it is also a lengthy topic!)

The finding of Alvar factored heavily into Thranduil's decision to join the Last Alliance of Elves and Men (which then pushed Oropher to ride into war), and was instrumental in his survival of the bloody battles.

Alvar lived up until TA 318 to an estimated age of about 400 years old. The great steed was replaced by his offspring sired with a native Greenwood elk, a crossbreeding effort overseen by Thranduil's young son, Prince Gelir. (referenced in the fanfic "Greenleaf's Day Out")

Mirkwood's Ties with the Rohirrim Ancestors

Very early in the Third Age, horses were bred and kept by the Greenwood Elves in small numbers, for the main purpose of travel outside of the Woodland Realm to other kingdoms.

Because most Silvans seldom ventured beyond Woodland territory, such travel was primarily done by the Royal Family and their retinue.

However, the Greenwood breeds at that time, which descended from native wild horses in the eastern plains of Rhovanion, struggled to meet the rigorous work often required by Thranduil and his elder sons.

Greenwood horses were smaller, gentler, and not physically built for warfare, charging, or enduring over long distances.

Thranduil and his elder sons, Crown Prince Mirion and Prince Tuhrir, were all over seven feet tall, and the princes inherited the heavy warrior builds of their Noldorin ancestors from the First Age. As they grew older and stronger and heavier, it became very difficult to find horses that could match the level of physicality their activities required.

The Woodland Elves had friendly relations with the Northmen who occupied the Vales of Anduin in scattered tribes.

One nomadic tribe in particular, who called themselves the Lôthéod, had old traditions of taming and breeding wild horses all across Rhovanion.

When they learned about the Woodland Princes' unique predicament, they came forward and offered knowledge about an "untamable" herd of "giant" wild horses they came across in their travels down the northern Wilderland.

The Lôthéod believed their lack of success in capturing this wild horse breed was because they descended from horses of the High Elves from the First Age, and therefore could only be mastered by those with High Elf (Calaquendi) blood.

Young Prince Turhir (less than 90 years old at the time) received permission from his father the Elvenking to accompany the Lôthéod to the northern lands and seek out these special horses.

After several years, around TA 120, the Lôthéod--with the help of Turhir--succeeded in capturing and taming the first of the northern wild horses, which were given the name, "Arroch" (noble horse).

With the Lôthéod's guidance, the Woodland Elves succeeded in bringing the Arrochs to their lands and bred them in very small numbers for over two millennia.

From that time on, Turhir had a special affinity for the Northmen horse lords, a friendship that continued for centuries to their descendants, the Éothéod, and finally the Rohirrim.

SotWK Fancast: Sam Heughan (Outlander) as Prince Turhir Thranduilion

The Arrochs: Horses of Princes

Similar to the Mearas, the Arrochs were extremely selective about whom they permitted to ride them. Presumably, only Elves with Calaquendi blood (which the Mirkwood Princes had through their mother) could safely ride an Arroch.

Although Arrochs were owned almost exclusively by the Sons of Thranduil, there were no laws restricting the use or ownership of Arrochs to Elven nobility. However, it was extremely risky to attempt to mount one without "permission", as these great horses were notorious for seriously injuring or even killing riders they rejected.

Their accepted origin story is that Arrochs descended from Valinoran horses of the Great War, similar to Thranduil's old horse Raindal but interbred with Middle-earth horses.

They were long-lived, but not immortal. Their lifespan averaged about two hundred years. Although more durable (in flesh and will) than most horses, they could be slain by standard weapons.

Arrochs were highly intelligent, and could be trained to understand commands in different languages.

They were extraordinarily brave in battle and did not scare or bolt even in the face of terrible monsters. They were fiercely loyal to their masters, willing to give their lives rather than preserve themselves.

They had high endurance levels, and could sustain a hard gallop for hours without need for rest, even when bearing heavy or multiple riders.

They could be ridden without saddle or reins, but the Princes usually outfitted them with tack for the safety of others who assisted in handling and caring for them (such as stable hands or soldiers).

What differentiated the Arrochs most from the Mearas was their enormous size. On average, they stood 7 feet tall at the withers and weighed at least 2,000 pounds.

SotWK Fancast: Henry Cavill (The Witcher) as Crown Prince Mirion

Mirkwood Horses in the Third Age Onward

The Arrochs thrived as a breed in the Woodland Realm from TA 120 to about TA 2600, enduring even when the Elvenking's lands grew increasingly infested by the darkness of Dol Guldur.

However, with the succeeding losses of the three eldest Princes--Mirion, Arvellas, and most especially Turhir, the Arrochs gradually stopped breeding.

Turhir's final horse was the last known Arroch to survive. After its death, the breed seemingly became extinct despite the best efforts of Prince Gelir to preserve their line.

By TA 2600, only the native Greenwood horses remained to serve what was left of the royal family and the realm's limited mounted cavalry.

By the time of the War of the Ring, the Arrochs (like many things in the Woodland Realm's long history) were thought by most people in Middle-earth to be merely a myth.

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[nocteacakes]

Oshamir Week Day 7: Earth AU

// 510 words; frat boy qimir and undergraduate osha; nsfw dub-con(?);

Three different scenes from a university AU

———

“But you haven’t even seen him! His arms were like hams, I swear!” They were sitting in their shared dorm room as Mae recounted the exhilarating — her word, not Osha’s — night she had at a party on Frat Row.

Osha quirked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And does this muscular individual happen to have a name? Or is he just Really Ripped Guy At Omega Sigma Phi?”

“Get it right, it was Omega Sigma Tau!” Mae sighed and picked at a thread on her sweatshirt. “To be honest I don’t know if he was part of the frat. And I didn’t catch his name. It was like Kai-beer? Or something.”

Osha rolled her eyes and snorted. “Kai-beer. Right. That sounds exactly like a name a super-ripped mysterious guy who wanders into a frat house party would call himself. What is he, some frat mascot?”

—

Their TA was late. Osha sighed and fidgeted in her seat. She wouldn’t even be taking this course if it wasn’t the only GE that fit into her packed schedule. Other students had said it was an easy enough class, as long as you got a good TA. Osha needed this class to be easy. She had too much else going on this quarter. If she didn’t do well on her lab sections —

The mumbling of the classmates around her grew louder — really, where was this guy?

As if the universe heard her, a tall Asian man slammed into the classroom at that very moment. Osha quickly evaluated him.

Frumpy sweatpants, a long woolen jacket — in this weather? — with at least a dozen pockets, a backpack that was literally hanging on by a thread, and he had clearly just come from the cafe, a crumbly buttery scone in one hand and a hot coffee in the other.

He couldn’t possibly be her TA. She was doomed.

—

She lifted her hips up and rode him slowly, letting her body get used to him. His large hands wrapped almost all the way around her waist, thumbs rubbing over the bulge in her lower stomach.

“That’s it, Osha; you can take it.” He pulled her down even as she felt him push deeper inside her.

She let out a whimper; she had never before felt this full.

“You’re sucha good girl. Hard-working. An overachiever.” His words hit at something inside her that only made her wetter. Oh god.

“It’s too much. I can’t — I can’t —” She tried to push back on his chest to relieve some of the building pressure.

“You have to surrender control, Osha. It’s my turn now.” His grip on her tightened, and he began to pick up his pace, the vibrations of his thrusts inside her reverberating up to her head.

Osha could only do as he said — relinquish control and let the force of his body against hers bring her to another orgasm. She didn’t know if she could take four more of these tutoring sessions.

———

A/N: shoutout to hobo!qimir, gotta be my favourite qimir lol.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Found

Daryl Dixon & adopted daughter

Request: Heyya, so Ive been reading some of your fixs and idk if your inbox is open rn, but if you can can ypu make one with were daryl? Like where he finds a lost child (who didnt know shes a werewolf too) and kinda raises her? If not that is fineee :)

With winter approaching fast the group had set out to a large store lot further off, knowing there was a bed store somewhere on that lot and they needed to stock up on anything they came across.

Except when listing 'anything', none of them had 'a child' in mind.

When the group raided the supply area, Daryl had set out to the front and rummage around only to find empty cans.

At least one empy can that wasn't even a day old, seeing the remains hadn't dried out yet. He quickly hid and took in his surroundings better.

There was only one bed clearly in use. Others had stuff thrown on them or were still too neat and all dusty, but still he was wary.

Rustling further down the store caught his attention so he stalked towards it, quickly catching the source of the noise which turned out to be.. a child?

"The hell?" He kept the young girl at arm's length and gave her a once over. All her clothes were torn and hanging loosely over her worn out, hollow frame. "Where's yer group?" He got only a sad scoff in return. "Nowhere."

He gave her another good look, sneaking in some sniffs to see if she was sick and left behind because of it, but he found none of that.

Just a faint whiff of wolf. It was barely there so he didn't think it came from her, maybe she stole the clothes from someone who happened to be a werewolf.

"C'mon. If yer alone I'm takin' ya home, we got a big place ta live in." He watched the kid calm down at the end of his outstretched arms, already out of his grip and nodding. "Please, being alone is scary.."

"Name's Daryl. You?" He held out his hand to shake, taking his time with her.

"Sarah."

Daryl had asked her all kinds of questions as he was given a tour of the store. "How long habe ya been here?" He wondered with how difficult it was for a single child to survive longer periods in this world. "Just a few days. Wait!" She stopped before turning to face her new friend. "Do you have electricity? Batteries?" Daryl nodded in return. "Yeah we got solar panels, why?" But he didn't get an answer, instead she swayed and disappeared around a corner. Daryl stalked after her, cursing her out for disappearing without a warning until he saw where she headed. In a far corner she had grabbed an abandoned cart and was stacking boxes in it. "Whatcha got, kid?"

She didn't reply, just waved him over as she kept piling the cart full of..

Electric blankets. Between the two corner shelves there was a stack of them, extras for easy access when restocking. "Ya just earned yer place at home. I'm fightin' anyone who disagrees." His comment earned him a laugh and a soft thanks. She didn't know why she felt so comfortable around the old man, he was a stranger which should have her wary but instead there was a strange familiar feeling that had her stay close.

After grabbing any and all usefull items from the front of the store they made their way back to the back, both with a cart piled high.

Daryl went first to announce his findings. Which included a new party member that made herself known by slowly appearing from behind the two carts of items.

She hid behind Daryl and peeked at the people, introducing herself after some light persuasion but the attention on her quickly faded with all the items they brought back.

On the way home she shared thebcar with Aaron. They sort of chatted about all kinds of light subjects, but she'd constantly be focussed on Daryl who rode his bike up front all the way to the gates of Alexandria.

Once home Daryl was dismissed to go take his new friend to the infirmary to get a quick checkup and get settled. Denise let her go with the instructions to eat well and she would be good, so Daryl took her to his place to raid Carol's meal prep and let her stuff her face with as much as she wanted.

After finding Carol and doing some intruductions Daryl took her back home to clean up while Carol went to pick up some new clothes and toiletries for her.

"Oh man!" Daryl caught her voice from the other end of the hallway. "I missed hot water! I love this place!" He laughed as he continued clearing the spare room that was now more of a storage of random possibly useful items.

Meanwhile Carol had dropped by and left a fresh set of clothes at the bathroom door and brought the rest over and put it all in the cabinet and helped finish making the bed.

Aa they were finishing up the bathroom door opened and a waft of moist, warm air flowed onto the rest of the floor.

"I wanted to stay in there forever." She quickly went quiet again when she saw Carol, new people were still a bit scary.

"Saw you enjoyed the food I cooked." Carol tried some small talk, and small it stayed while Daryl let her explore the house some more.

That night after Sarah went to bed Daryl went to find his best friend and have a talk.

"I think I brought home a wolf cub." The sentence was an easy one, no misinterpetations possible but still Carol looked at him like he had three heads. "Sarah, I'on think she knows but it explains why she's stickin' to me like tha'."

"I think it's best to wait for her to mention it. If you can sense her, then she should sense you too, or something."

Daryl huffed a laugh at her attempt at logic, but she was right. He would wait it out and hear from her when she was ready to share.

Except weeks passed and she never did. Sarah's wolf scent did get way less subtle over time but still hadn't mentioned it.

Until Daryl had enough one evening when they both sat in the living room, her with a book and him carving new bolts.

"What's up witcha? Ain't feelin' well?" He didn't even look up from his work when he asked, sensing full well what was wrong with her. Daryl kept the curtains drawn, but with them not being fitted there was always a little peek of moonlight coming through. Right where Carol usually sat with a book, using the light to read just like Sarah was right now.

"Come on outta that chair, girl. Sit here." If any other man would have told her that she would have ran, but she listened to Daryl.

But with the first movement of her leg she winced in pain, book dropping to the ground and her doubling over in pain. Daryl was up in a second, his work discarted on the couch as he moved the curtains so there was a larger illuminated spot on the floor. He couldn't take her outside where people would watch, and the bedrooms all had windows on the other side of the house so this was his best option.

"Alright kid I know this is gon' sound insane, but ya gotta stop fightin' the pain." And oh he hated him for those next words. "Ya also need ta lose the jeans. Tight shirt too." He finally got a look of disgust at his crazy words, but something in her mind told her to listen. Daryl somehow knew what her pain meant and he'd help. He'd be there.

"Y..heah. Blanket?" Oh. Right. Daryl moved to grab her a blanket to crawl underneath and worm out of her clothes.

"Daryl.." she spoke through winces of pain. "Why's there a voice?" She got a soft smile in response, not knowing exactly how to explain it in words and thus deciding to show her.

"M'gonna show ya wha's happenin' to ya. Jus' keep yer eyes on mine, yeah. M'gonna have ta get outta these tho." He pulled at the hem of his hoodie and tied it loosely around his hips before sliding his sweats down and off. His shirt went last before he kneeled and let the change he had been fighting ever since he stepped into the moonlight finally take over.

Sarah stared at his eyes like daryl instructed and watched them shine bright blue. And then he opened his mouth as she watched fangs appear. His ears pointed and his face changed.

His entire body looked like it-- no, it was bulking out. And fur sprouted over his skin and.. That's a tail.

"Holy shit.." Enthralled by the other's form changing into that of a beast she had barely felt her own starting to change. When she looked back at her hands there were claws where her fingernails were, and her tongue grazed past sharp teeth.

Daryl stared at her as she took deep breaths, trying to ignore the sudden spike of pain as her bones started to shift.

He reached a paw to rest on her shouder, softly squeezing the muscles as he spoke.

"Ya got this. It hurts like a bitch the first few times. M'sorry." He prayed she understood him and didn't just hear grumbles. With a saddened look she carefully crawled from underneath her blanket to curl up against Daryl's fur. He held her close as she cried, feeling her bones crack and heal, her muscles snap underneath steadily furring over skin. Her face was pressed in the bend of his arm where he felt her snout portrude against his skin, now wet with drool and tears.

Only when she stilled did Daryl pull away to look over her, checking if she properly shifted and softly kneaded at some muscles in hopes she'd respond well.

"Hurts.." She whined as her paw came up to swat away his, but failing as it stopped right in her view.

Daryl let her go entirely and stepped back, looking at her wobbly frame. "Ya look like a baby deer with yer shaky skinny legs."

Daryl laughed at her grumbles as she stood on all fours, padding around in place to get to know her limbs. "So weird.." she spoke as she stared at her hind legs and wiggled her toes. "So, werewolf?" She knew about monsters, what kid didn't at her age? She watched Daryl nod and stand up on his hind legs, motioning for her to try the same.

He watched her think as she slowly rose to her full height, which wasn't that much more than before. "How'r ya feelin?"

He didn't know anything about first time shifting for younger wolves. He never had someone teach him but his instincts luckily helped him take care of the pup he took under his wing. He saw her skinny frame and his only thought was to go hunt a deer and let her chow down. But he knew he couldn't take her out tonight. Their best option was to rest and let her get used to her new body.

"Feeling okay I guess. My legs are weird." She hobbled around, almost losing balance with every step and laughing at her wacky movement. At least she seemed to be having fun instead of cowering away and adapted really quick. He could only guess she was a lateblooming born wolf. His early shifting never went as smooth as hers and he surely wasn't up and bouncing on his feet fhe first moon.

"Ya look good, fer a scrawny lil' pup." She felt proud when he comlimented her in his own, dismissive way and couldn't help but grin, baring her teeth at him in glee.

"My head's no longer weird to me. Like we're friends now." Her paw went up to tap at her head, stopping as she poked her ear instead and took a moment to feel around at their new place on top of her head. Feeling her ears she seemed to think of her tail too, furning to look at it and making at least three full circles before realizing she was chasing her own tail and stopping instantly, looking up with an embarrassed look. "Don't tell anyone I just did that." Daryl sputtered as he tried not to laugh but failed as he rolled over in laughter. "Yer too cute, pup."

She faked hurt and plopped down onto the floor next to him, stretching her muscles with a long yawn and slumping against the hardwood floor.

"M'tired." She mumbled against her arm. "Can I sleep here on the floor?"

"Nah." She rolled and leaned on her elbow to look at her mentor. "Yer sleepin' in a bed. Can't have ya nude on the floor when ya shifted back." She sighed in defeat, not wanting to get up anymore, but Daryl made a good point so reluctantly she sat up and tried to get back on her feet as swiftly as possible without stumbling.

"Well, goodnight then." She turned to head upstairs but didn't make it two steps before being grabbed by the tail. "Yer not sleepin' alone either. Downstairs with me." He had sat up as well by now and easily stood up. Sarah stidied all of his movements and compared his hunched over stance with her more straight posture. "Ya know ya can think out loud, yeah? Ask away."

It was cute how he could feel the buzzing energy coming off her and wasn't surprised in the slightest she got tired so quickly. First time shifts are tiring, and all these new senses and strange proportions took quite something to get used to but she was adapting really well.

"Does it hurt when you turn? You look so.. heavy."

Heavy huh. He did bulk out way more than her, who still looked like a stick on legs.

"Only on full moons. Cuz it makes me turn. When I decide to I's all good." He went down the stairs first so when she'd trip over her own feet he'd be able to catch her, but she made it without falling.

She was doing so much better than him at that age.

His couch was big enough for her to snuggle up in the empty spot between Daryl and the back rest. It was so nice and warm against his form she fell asleep quickly, Daryl only allowing himself to sleep once he knew she had drifted off completely.

He carefully draped a blanket over her form so she'd be covered once she'd be turned back by morning while he kept his shifted form.

Next morning came fast with both of them sleeping so deep it barely felt like an hour had passed when they woke up.

Daryl had moved off the couch already, grabbing some clothes and heading out of her vision to change back and get dressed before going to her room to grab her clean clothes while she got some time to properly wake up.

Once dressed they shared breakfast and went over Sarah's experience from last night. From the feel of shifting to the intensity of her new senses, they discussed it all.

They also planned to stay outside overnight.

After spending their day as normal as possible they went out to the edge of the woods where Daryl knew he could protect her and maybe could catch food as well.

"Yer feelin' good about bein' out here?" They walked past the treeline far enough so the guards wouldn'f see them anymore.

"Yeah. It feels nice here. Makes my head howl. Does that make sense?" She felt like she asked way too much, no matter how often Daryl had told her over the day it was good of her to ask that much.

"Yeah, s'good yer head howls. Says ya got a good bond with yer wolf side."

The sun would set soon, so they killed some time with another fun outdoor activity.

Strength training.

Daryl decided to have her see how much stronger she was now that she had fully developed her lucantrophy. And also, he was curious and wanted Sarah to amaze herself some more with her new abilities.

"Try 'n lift tha' one." Daryl pointed at the broken off, fallen tree trunk to which Sarah just shook her head. "You're insane. No way I can lift that."

She got a look of disappointment before she huffed and padded over to the tree. With both her feet planted onto the forest floor she chaneled all of her strength into lifting the giant log. While lifting it wasn't entirely happening, she did manage to dislodge it from the ground it had gotten stuck into and moved off to the side a foot or two. It mostly rolled, but it was impressive she even got it to move at all. They did some more breaking of branches and practiced some basic fighting in case she'd be alone against people and she proved quickly that no human could easily capture her.

She was a natural out here. Daryl was almost jealous of how quickly she channeled her feral side.

"Are you feeling all jittery too?" Sarah hopped around Daryl, shivering despite the evening warmth.

"S'yer wolf sayin' s'time ta change." Daryl nodded up at the sky. "Find the moon, say sonethin' nice to 'er and let it wash over ya."

He got a confused look, what did he mean with 'saying something nice'?

Weird old man talk.. But she did it anyways and this time her shift hurt less. Something about being nice to people if you want them to be nice to you or something.

Daryl shifted along with her and once they were both fully turned they ran.

Daryl took easy paths and avoided higher shrubbery she could get her legs stuck in and they ran.

All the way down to the river, where Daryl showed her how to fish and then back, stalking a bird on the ground and took a squirrel out of a tree.

Sarah admired his hunting skills and quickly begged for lessons that he agreed to without a second thought.

People already were convinced Daryl had adopted her, but he felt like he now truly did.

He never felt like he'd have a pack of his own, he wasn't enough of a wolf for it.

But then Sarah showed up.

And now that he thought of it, Carol.

Michonne, Jude, Aaron.

His family was his pack, and Sarah helped him finally realise that.

A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind! I disn't want to write it as a reader insert as I pictured the girl as being in her teens.