#true mate type stuff

[vvitchunt]

Rock Hard Gargoyle by Maggie Mayhem

I enjoyed Rock Hard Gargoyle, it was definitely cute! It’s a quick read so if you are looking for something that satisfies a few hours of your time, it’s worth it! It’s note one that I would probably reread, but I do plan on reading the side piece, Date with a Demon. I didn’t mind the change in perspective with each chapter, I think it provided a deeper insight to what both Shelby and Grayson were thinking, and feeling in the moment. I would have preferred some more world-building, and background on some things but it didn’t personally turn me off of anything. 

In terms of Monster-fucking, I wish there had been more. I found the scenes well done, and enjoyable, but it didn’t feel complete. I wish it had been longer, or there had been more of a build-up involved. I definitely think the Gargoyle anatomy was crafted really well, so no complaints there, I just felt like more could have been done. 

Definitely a lot of fun with the tropes and kinks! 

Tropes included: 

Possessive male

Miscommunication 

Mate

Fake dating

Kinks included: 

Size

Hidden cock 

Use of tail 

Anal 

I liked that it didn’t just solely rely on a singular trope or kink to kind of carry things through, yes the size kink is definitely a huge point, but it’s not the only kink that's included. It was a nice mixture of things included so it has an appeal to a large audience (mainly the monster folks out there, we deserve recognition too).  

I would say it’s three stars in my personal review of it, I enjoyed it for what it was but felt like there could have been more of just about everything to it. It felt like we were provided the minimum of what we needed. 

[quarterlifekitty]

ok but what happens if/when Simon’s down for the count after a rough op, and it’s more than a little while until his worried nonverbal gf is allowed to see him. does soap step up? make sure she’s taken care of until Simon recovers? reassure her than Simon will be ok in the end? i MUST know, desperate to find out how this affects their dynamic

(Note: I’m gonna start referring to reader as selectively mute because I was made aware that this is a more accurate description!)

So, to be quite clear, I think she can take care of herself. She’s a whole adult. Simon knows this, and Soap does too. But the real question is what bullshit is Soap’s hindbrain telling him?

It’s that her mate’s down for the count and as a fellow pack member, he’s responsible for stepping up to provide. But he’s trying his best not to crowd!! He knows his LT would kick his ass for that. So he’s dropping by once a day, telling her exactly where he’ll be and when in case she needs him, and says to call him any time, for any reason at all.

She’s just nodding and humming affirmatively occasionally, and she leads him around the house. Eventually he figures out that she’s bringing him stuff to bring for Simon— because Soap is in his unit, he can visit, but civilians like her can’t (live in my magical reality where this is how the military works for a sec). He thinks she looks like a pretty bird— gathering up the best of the nesting things for her man.

He’ll ask if she wants him to stick around for a while, and she doesn’t say anything, but he can see her grind her teeth a bit. And it’s like another little pin inside the lock of his mind clicks into place.

“Know what, bonnie? Dinnae feel like goin’ out today, actually. Errands sound like a fuckin’ ballache right now. Gonna stick around if y’dinnae mind.”

He orders dinner for the two of them— there are some menus stuck on the fridge that have some highlights and underlines in them. There’s a little asterisk and a note in Ghost’s chicken scratch. Safe foods (haha what if I said she had food anxiety too. Then what heehee). So he just orders a few things— he’s a trash can, more than happy to eat whatever she doesn’t want. Puts on a movie he remembers— some ghibli-type thing that was relaxing enough to put her to sleep when they watched it during movie night.

The true mark of progression in their relationship? He keeps blabbing, sure, but he doesn’t try to placate her with words. He just keeps the little activities coming so the time can pass without her noticing.

And Simon doesn’t even have to ask to know that Soap’s been looking after you. He smells like you. That brown sugar milk tea kinda smell.

“How’s my birdie? You been keepin’ her good company, Johnny?”

“You know it only takes her about a day to finish a thousand piece puzzle? Too fuckin’ smart, she is.” Simon chuckles to himself.

“Good man.”

[runninriot]

written for the @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'behind the scenes'

fun to be famous

wc: 1000 | rated: M | cw: language | tags: famous Corroded Coffin, musicians Jeff, Gareth and Frank, frontman Eddie Munson, model Steve Harrington, the 'struggles' and perks of being famous

Eddie hates photo shoots. Hates the clothes the stylist chose for him to wear. Hates having to pose like a soulless mannequin just to portray some bullshit cliché - surrounded by cheap props like fucking plastic skulls with red glowing eyes that look absolutely hideous. Really ruins the magic of the end result when you know what’s going on behind the scenes.

But he knows it’s part of the game, part of what makes people want to buy their albums, and merch, and come to their shows.

It’s a small price to pay, really, when put in perspective. Because what’s a few hours of being uncomfortable if in return, they get to live their fucking dream.

To be the rock stars they always wanted to be, playing sold-out shows in huge arenas, listening to massive crowds singing their songs back to them.

Still, he hates it.

Especially because they always put him upfront, always the centerpiece of every goddamn magazine cover, as if the other members don’t matter as much. It's stupid but his band mates never complain about it. And maybe he brought it upon himself for being a bit of an attention whore on stage.

It was never a conscious choice; he’s always just being himself. Sue him for looking damn fucking good in his mesh tops, and skin-tight leather pants. For loving to make the crowd go wild when he struts around with his pierced nipples out in the open, wearing a skirt that barely covers his best bits, and thigh-high boots.

He loves to be just a little extravagant and coquettishly playful when putting on a show.

That, and the fact that he's always been unashamedly open about his sexuality and his many hook-ups in the past, gave him a certain… reputation. And he’s completely fine with that, really, as long as the way they’re marketing said image doesn't take away from the really important stuff, which is and always has been the music.

They are good at what they do, all of them, didn’t become famous for nothing.

Jeff, Gareth and Frank are exceptionally gifted musicians. And Eddie doesn’t just say this because they’ve been his best friends forever. It’s a fact. And without them, Corroded Coffin wouldn’t be the band it is.

Eddie wouldn’t be who he is without them.

That’s why he wants to protest when the photographer suggests to do a few shots of just Eddie, to ‘give the people what they want.’, but his treacherous friends beat him to it, agree happily to step back and let them do their thing.

He’s told to sit down on some kind of makeshift throne like he’s the Dark Lord himself, while someone calls for someone else to ‘bring in the models’.

Eddie’s mouth falls open when he sees the two ravishing beauties that look like they’ve just tumbled out of a kinky fantasy. The girl is petite with big blue eyes and the cutest smile, her strawberry blond hair in a high ponytail, dressed in lace and leather, enhancing the perfect shape of her body. She’s gorgeous and totally his type, but-

It's the other model, the guy, who has Eddie's full attention. Because holy shit, that man’s a wet dream come true and for once, being in the spotlight doesn't seem so bad anymore.

Eddie thinks he might be in love.

The photographer is yelling instructions but Eddie can hardly hear what he's saying. He’s too distracted by the way the girl drapes herself lasciviously over the armrest on his left, making him feel hot all over with her closeness. And when the guy drops down to his knees in front of him, both hands on Eddie's thighs, looking up at him like he's a fucking God - Eddie forgets how to breathe.

He moves on autopilot, mindlessly following orders. Not once taking his eyes off the beautiful fucking good boy at is feet, thinking dirty rotten thoughts about all the things he'd do to him if this scenario was real and not just for reader-baiting purposes.

It all ends too soon. He could've done this for hours.

Eddie is in the dressing room when someone knocks at the door. And because he assumes it's one of his mates, he just calls for them to 'Come in!', unbothered by his state of undress, naked except for his underwear – nothing to hide once you've shared a tour bus so many times – standing with his back to the door, rummaging around in his suitcase for a fresh set of clothes.

"Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to as-ohmygod! I am so sorry! I didn't know you where-"

Eddie turns around so quickly it makes him dizzy, surprised to find not Gareth, or Frank, or Jeff but another a familiar set of eyes staring back at him.

It’s hot guy from earlier.

“You’re not a fan, huh?” Eddie asks with a cocky grin on his face, just a bit too proud of himself for how quickly he regained his composure. “Because if you were, you wouldn’t be so shocked to see me half-naked.” Eddie winks and pretty boy's face turns a deep cherry-red.

“No, I, uh, I mean, yes. I mean-,“ the guy struggles for words and it's so precious, Eddie wants to bite him.

“I wanted to ask you for an autograph.”

Oh please. Baby, you can have so much more.

“Tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll sign my name if you give me your number. How’s that sound?”

When Eddie reunites with his friends 30 minutes later, Gareth is immediately onto him.

“Please tell me you didn’t just fuck the model.”

“His name is Steve and you know what they say - what happens behind the scenes, stays there.”

“Literally no one says that. And you’re a slut.” Gareth laughs and Frank and Jeff agree.

They're not wrong, Eddie’s definitely a slut for Steve. And he can’t wait to meet him at the hotel room later to finish what they started.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Wing Grooming Part 2

lucifer x gn reader smut

thank you to everyone who liked the last one i didn’t expect it to be as well received as it was eee got me all giddy 🙈 i felt like it was only fair bust out a continuation, hopefully you enjoy this one as well and it’s to your liking. also i have some Alastor, Vox n Adam stuff drafted i may end up finishing since i don’t feel as shit at writing lmao anywayyy thanks again kiss kiss

warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, GN body i’m pretty sure-no language specific anatomy (e.g clit, breasts, pussy), but penatration is what’s written, begging from both parties, possibly switch lucifer, dom reader, breeding kink?, mating press (don’t quote me), no Y/N, written on mobile and once again no mention of or alluding to bodytype/hairtype/or skin colour enjoy :)

"I think if we continue that, type of grooming, I won't be able to control myself." Although still shy about his admission his eyes were half lidded and his smile sly. You felt fire explode in your stomach all innocence out the window as your mind settled on one thought. You were gonna bang your friends divorced dad.

Smiling at the king you cautiously and slowly took his hand. “I think you should just relax and enjoy. Whatever happens, i’m more than willing to serve the king.” You lead him back to a seated position feeling his body slightly tremble as you spoke to him so softly. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Lucifer asked genuinely, worried he may have been crossing the line or putting you in a position which made it hard for you to say no. Now back in the prior position with you behind him, his wings splayed lazily behind him. You thought up your reply. “Lucifer, as much as i appreciate your concern, I’ve been stopping myself from drooling over you since you arrived,” You began speaking, tugging at his suit jacket colar. “That’s not because your the king either, if that’s what you think.” Jacket shedded your hands caressed the back of his neck and traveled down the centre of his back, to the base of all of his wings. Lucifer cleared his throat attempting to cover up the whimper that slipped past him in such a state.

You had him at your mercy, completely slumped posture relaxed, his legs spread out wide, eyes closed, you kept peaking around to catch glimpses of his gorgeous face. Continuing to do the first task at hand, you combed through his last set of wings, and Lord did the God make them sensitive for sure. Lucifer thought you must’ve been the true devil the way your hands worked only at his wings, meanwhile other areas of his body were becoming far more uncomfortable then his wings originally were. “Are you alright hun?” Lucifer chuckled lowly at that, teeth gritted. “Don’t pretend to be an angel.” Humming in response, you brushed his hair behind his ear while you circled around to join him on the bench. Sat beside him now, his eyes lazily met yours, a smile blessing his beautiful face.

Your stomach tightened with anticipation and want, leaning in slightly just to invade his personal space, you pretended not to notice the hump in his suit pants and dragged your hand from his knee, up to his thigh. Lucifers breath hitched meeting your waiting gaze, it was clear to him you’d brought yourself this far, it was his turn to put in some work. Although he found it extremely difficult with your dilated eyes staring at him expectingly while your thumb traced back and forth just inches below where he really wanted you to touch. Swallowing thick saliva he wrapped three wings around you, tugging your body agasint his effectively gaining a little noise from you. “Please,” He whispered to you body now turned toward in your direction, arm snaking behind your hips nestled between your body and his wings keeping their protective position around you.

You felt hungry for him, pure lust clouding your mind as you looked at his face. It held desperation, need, the way his brows knit together and upward, smile fallen into something that almost appeared pained. Moving your hand from his thigh to cupping his neck you pulled him toward you. The king didn’t stutter swiftly taking action to meet you in the middle. The two of you met with a sloppy kiss that held no real rhythm or direction, it was just the two of you breaking the thick tension by finally devouring eachother. Lucifer was no longer hesitant to give into the want he had, falling into your grasp while simultaneously pulling you as close as possible to him.

Your hand moved from his neck and trailed down the front of his chest and to the hem of his pants. Lucifer groaned into your mouth jerking upward into your hand, smiling agasint his mouth you pulled away causing Lucifer to chase your lips, eyes barely open. “C’mon big boy, lead me to your bed where you can comfortably stretch your wings.” Jumping to his feet he pulled you up with him. “Alright! Say no more!” The king excitedly exclaimed smile returning, snapping his fingers the two of you appeared at the side of his king sized bed.

The teleportation was excessive for the short walk to the bed, but Lucifer was excited, and wanted to show off just slightly. Grabbing him by the vest, you pulled him back into you, quickly falling back into the kiss, like it was natural, your tongues twisting and breath intertwined. Lucifer busied his hands with your hotel uniform, unbuttoning the suit jacket and dragging it off your body. You followed his lead unbuttoning his vest and starting on the last layer of cloth. The two of you smashed against one another once bare, the feeling of lucifers hot skin against you made you moan into him, behind him his wings spasmed with every response he got from you. Your finger nails scrapped gently against his scalp, and you pulled him in impossibly closer by his hair. He nearly came in his pants at your subtle displays of dominance and cared less and less each moment about holding back, grinding his hips into your own he was practically humping you.

Since the two of you stood at the side of the bed, making out, you decided it was enough. With mild force you shoved lucifer back on the bed, causing him to yelp. He got up on his forearms watching you upbutton his pants with hunger in your eyes. “How can i serve you, my King?” Already palming his hard on he threw his head back moaning. “Ugh, fuck- please.” He whimpered looking at you through his lashes as you grasped him with light pressure through his boxers, your other hand coming up beside him avoiding leaning on the wings that laid out relaxed.

Slowly you leaned yourself over him biting your lip with a wicked grin. “Help me with my pants Luci?” You whined dragging your crotch up his thigh. It didn’t take long for Lucifer to snap the buttons off and yank them down from where the sat. You giggled at his urgency, you were being a tease you knew. But you wanted to revel in the sight that you had before you, Lucifer the king of hell, beaded sweat along his forehead, messy hair, wings out fully expanded, face flushed and body ever so responsive to any touch you gave. You loved how hot it made you to have him so vulnerable all for you when it wasn’t likely anyone had seen him this way since Lilith.

“You’re so handsome, my king,” You purred kicking off your pants, a little awkwardly, and tugged at his. A quick ‘off’ left your mouth and it was all it took for the king to arch himself up and kick off his own pants leaving you two in nothing but underwear. You sat on top of his bulge making him toss his head back biting his lip, still propped up so he could glance at your devilish form every now and again. Grinding down on him made him jerk up, eyes meeting yours by reflex as you leaned forward threading your arms through his, and past his wings onto the bed, preparing to teasingly grind on him. “No,” Lucifer whimpered against your lips promptly stopping you from connecting again. “I, i can’t, no more teasing, i need to fuck you.” He switched at the end from a breathless begging to an assertion of sorts, making you smile looking into his eyes you could only imagine how dazed and full of desire your own eyes looked.

It’s not like you, yourself wasn’t barely hanging on by a thread, so without anymore teasing you slid your underwear down and lined yourself up to Lucifer. Precum slid down the length making him slick, his eyes traced your form, enchanted by how sinful you looked above him. You had a coy smile on your face as your inched down onto him. His hands flew to your hips gripping at your flesh as he tried to stop himself from ferociously fucking up into you. The devil knew good and well he could have control, could bring you into a state of fucked out bliss that would outdo any future partners, but he much preferred letting you set him ablaze while he relaxed into your electric touch and natural control. Being at your mercy felt good, and he hadn’t had somebody put such attentive care into the way they touched him up until now. Finally sinking fully down, your back naturally arched, mouth opening with silent bliss as the king filled you up to the brim. Lucifer twitched inside you, his tail finally making an appearance by snaking out from under him and around your stomach.

“Holy shit Lucifer,” You whined needily rocking yourself into him rather than properly riding him. Although Lucifer couldn’t care less, feeling you squeeze him tightly your body heat mingling with his own, the frangrance you wore mixed with the natural scent of your body intoxicating him further, he was in bliss. Falling forward into him, your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand going right back to raking through his hair tugging him back into a sloppy french kiss. Bending his legs Lucifer met your thrusts by fucking upward into you, his wings curling up from their rest on the bed effectively coocooning the two of you together. “Lord Luce, please, fuck. You should let me help you more often,” The sentence you said was more needy moaning then words but it wasn’t unexpected with the way Lucifer had kicked up the game; leaving hickeys and bite marks along your shoulders as his hands gripped and massaged any inch of skin they passed. It was all consuming, not to mention he’d covered you almost entirely with his wings making it so you could only be so far from him, it was like he was trying to keep you as close as possible greedy for everything you had.

Swiftly, lucifer switched positioned lifting you like nothing, and placing you on your back, making it so he had the advantage above you. He wasted no time pressing your legs as far up to your shoulders as they could go, loving that same dazed look in your eyes that he had moments ago sinking himself into you at a new angle. It swelled his chest with pride seeing he had the same effect on you as you had on him. Now it was his turn to have a coy smile, looking down at you as you moaned in an octave he hasn’t ever heard from you before. Sandwhiching you down, he caged you with his arms and wings fully blanketing you with himself. You looked up as he kept a slow shallow pace fucking in and out of you. “Ready to feel what heaven has to offer, my sovereign.” Lucifer chuckled darkly lust taking control at your bodys willingness to mold to him and the position he wanted. You kept moaning shamelessly as he tortured you with teasing thrusts, eyes watching him closely like he was all you knew. Finally he amped up the pace, thrusting into you so hard your body jolted back. “Shit Lucifer.” You moaned biting your lip watching as he drank up the sight of you. “Mh you’re so sweet, next time, I’ll have to taste you,” He gritted out, fucking into you rapidly his wings still protectively covering you, keeping eyes closed, and leaning his sweaty forehead against your own.

“Oh-fuck me i’m gonna cum,” You squealed suddenly being hit by waves of pleasure when he hit that spot inside you. Lucifer groaned biting your shoulder, skin slapping lewdly as he jack hammered himself into you, chasing his quick rising orgasm. You mewled unabled to do anything but grip at his hair and back, toes clenching as your wrapped them as tight as possible around him. “Don’t pull out i need it,” You cried out throwing your head back in euphoria, it was almost there but you couldn’t fully cum yet and it was torture.

That was until Lucifer lost the last of his control, horns expanding eyes a dark glowing red. He growled, actually growled something that otherwise would’ve been demonically frightening and pulled you into another firey kiss. This time though it was passionate, like trying to convey through this moment, that he didn’t view this as a one off hook up. He pulled away from the kiss his lips inches away from your own as he moaned, clenching his teeth. “I wantcha to be mine, only.” He stated lowly, pace never faltering as he spoke, you whined eyes pinched close holding on for him. “Say yes,” He demanded rather darkly before pecking you on the lips, you clenched around him at that feeling yourself about to snap. “Yes, i’m yours only,” You whined drawn out as you felt yourself coming undone, bringing you into another kiss, he put all his weight on top of you the bed creaking and possibly sliding against the floor as he fucked you. Once you screamed out his name, crying for him to fuck you, pleading to fill you fully, he was done for. Your name repeatedly fell from his lips as he cried as well gasping and panting as he pumped himself and his seed deeply inside of you, which only dragged out your orgasm longer.

The way you two finished was pornographic and the room was filled with the scent of sex. Lucifer slumped on top of you, the two of you panting violently, entangled in eachother and not in a rush to move away. You brought your hand up playing with his hair as he laid on you. “Stay with me tonight,” He started to say hushed seemingly afraid you’d now reject him. “I don’t want to be alone.” He finished quietly, you hummed continuing to play with his blonde locks, now sticky with sweat. “Of course Luce, I don’t want and never intended to leave you.”

[jweekgoji]

[BW] Yandere!Dinobot/Reader [hcs/thoughts]

tw/tags: heat cycle, yandere themes, mentions of stalking, jealousy, possessiveness, a tinyy bit suggestive. word count: ~700 a/n: born to obsess over underrated characters forced to yap about the popular one (but I'm joking, I love them all, I'm just sad that Beast Wars is not talked about as much as other shows).

some quick thoughts in between requests because if I don't express it now, i will forget about it.

okay hear me out on...yandere Dinobot. I know Beast Wars is not really popular in the fandom, but oh my god, this ugly handsome man

we all saw that maximals/predacons share those animalistic traits that are connected to their beast modes. Rattrap likes to chew on scrap, Cheetor acts like a cat and even meows, Tigatron considers white tigers as some kind of family; Tarantulas and Blackarachnia have that rivalry for obvious reasons (bad for him).

it would be funny if they also had some type of cybertronian heat cycles.

even though Dinobot is heavily influenced by Jurassic Park velociraptors, I still feel like he'd act like a big bird rather than a lizard. or something in between, of course.

Yandere!Dinobot is overprotective and snappy as hell, to the point he considers even other maximals as a potential danger to you. Unlike more rational bots, Dinobot has no shame at all. It would cost him an arm and a leg to admit it to you, but he's actually jealous. Of what? There's no need to find any reason to explain his behavior once the season starts.

Yandere!Dinobot is vocal; he will growl, hiss and snap his teeth at anyone who tries to approach his mate. All maximals know that it's not the time to come near the two of you, but the unrespectful predacons...I'm a sucker for duos, their possibilities, and to imagine the dynamic between Megatron/Dinobot, both trying to court the poor reader.

But once the two of you are alone, I can see him having those rare moments where Dinobot lets himself relax. Most of the time he's in a constant state of alert, the dangerous mix of his primal instincts and  that warrior code of his just tells him to take you somewhere far-far away, so no maximal or predacon will get you. So maybe he can rest just for a little with you next to him. Dinobot definitely makes soft purrs, even to his own surprise.

Yandere!Dinobot is a stalker. Maybe, when it's just the start of the relationship between the two of you, he will try to somehow justify it, at least. Like, “I am just testing your skills, a true warrior must be always alert. You don't know when the predacons attack you next” , but the more you grow closer to him, the more he lets himself be a tiny bit warmer to you “You should not wander off alone. Stick closer to me”.

Read it, and don't forget a little personal nickname he has for you, which he adds at the end of the sentence.

It will also be funny to imagine Dinobot being a little too invested in building a nest. It also gets more awkward if your beast mode is some far different species. Why would he need to collect your stuff from your room? And why is he so adamant about you always staying in his room? He is holding you so tightly that you practically have no chance but to stay. So clueless!

“Is that [...] from my quarters?”

“Just be quiet and start recharging, you irresistible fool!”

Dinobot himself is a little embarrassed too if you start asking too many questions. He doesn't like being all vulnerable, even though he trusts you very much to know that you will never make fun of him. His own mind is clouded with not so innocent thoughts, and it actually becomes a big problem when he tries to focus on his training or fighting.

I don't think Dinobot would try to attract you with those silly dances reptiles/birds do to impress their mates, but when he is in his beast mode, you can definitely notice his tail wagging just a little bit when you're around. Rattrap probably picks on it faster than you and teases Dinobot about it until the two start fighting again.

[hedwig221b]

Do you have any fic recs that involve chasing? Like Derek gives in to the urge to run after stiles and catch him?

I kind of didn't really understand what you were asking lol so here are a few types of "chase" fics:

Mating Run Fics:

Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic

Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.

Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.

Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles. But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.

The Cursed Wolf by SinQueen69

2023 Suggestion Anon Wanted: Feral alpha Derek, who has been cursed and got in that feral state. The only way to lift the curse is the "sacrifice" of a pure heart. And Virgin Omega Stiles is willing to help him but the ritual has to be a mating run.

When Things Go Right by SylvieW

Stiles is nervous for the mating run. What if his soulmate is disappointed? Scott’s convinced that Allison will catch him, but Stiles isn’t so sure of his best friend’s girl, and the results could be upsetting for everyone.

Angel Choirs and Magic by LadyDrace

Derek has been very, very patient, and has shown frankly incredible self-control in the face of brutal teasing and flirting for two months. But now it's time for the mating run, and he's about to get his reward.

Except for how maybe it's actually Stiles getting a treat. Win/win.

Stiles gets kidnapped and Derek gives a chase:

Out of Focus by exclamation

Stiles was taken prisoner by a coven of witches. Now his only chance of getting home is if he learns how to control his own magic… and stops blowing stuff up by accident. With surging power inside him that he can't restrain, Stiles must deal with memories of the nogitsune, and fears that he might end up hurting those he cares about.

Meanwhile, his family and friends don't even know if he's alive. His father desperately searches for answers, and Derek will do anything in his power to find Stiles, even if it means asking an Argent for help.

of gods & monsters by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“I’m not the best at conversation. I’ve been told I have no finesse for it.”

Stiles took a step closer to Derek, pushing the billowing silk out of the way. “And what would you say if you looked at me now?”

Derek looked up, startled for a moment when he realized he was now looking at Stiles’ unveiled face. He was silent for a beat, taking in Stiles’ features for the first time, convinced he would never see such beauty unveiled for him alone.

Stiles runs away and Derek catches his ass:

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.

It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.

My Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“If he wants to mate Stiles, why not let him?” Jackson asked, ready to part with Stiles if need be.

“Because if I did that, I’d be demoting Lydia,” Alpha Stilinski replied.

“We don’t even know how good of a Beta he is,” Lydia countered, bristling some that her status was being challenged.

“That’s because he’s not a Beta,” Alpha Stilinski stated. “He’s an Alpha.”

If you wanted fics with their own chasing scenes, I am sorry to inform you that I have a memory of a goldfish, and do not remember any in particular, though I am sure they exist somewhere in the wild. If someone knows some, please, feel free to add!

Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | possessive Derek | smut | mafia

[simpjaes]

https://www.tumblr.com/mintmatcha/752094001959665664/whats-your-faves-secret-kink

👀 if you ever wanna elaborate i’m all ears but no pressure my queen 😘

-🐯

LINK: what's your faves secret kink? NOTE: so, for the sake of this idea, let's ignore the more vanilla stuff such as: choking, dirty talk, spanking, etc. i wanna throw around some harder kinks. reminder that this is just what //i// would only hope for jay and jake in particular. MDNI

Jay ―

i'd love to say he'd probably have a knife or blood kink but I highly doubt my dreams would come true regarding that. I do, however, think he's the type to have the biggest breeding kink out of the entirety of any of my biases. i think this because he's def a family man. his breeding kink would come entirely from the need of domesticated sex acts. missionary position and mating press are his fave positions because he knows his cum shoots deep, and he also loves looking into your ears when you listen to his half-moaned out promises of giving you his baby.

cuckholding. it's not that he likes sharing, but he likes you enough to allow just about anything in the bedroom considering he's a service top to the max. to the point you can top him, to the point he'd watch anyone top you as long as you're pleased with the experience. he'd be perfectly fine getting himself off watching, solely because your needs would come before his own. after marriage tho? hotwifing is def his thing, like "hey everyone, come fuck this pussy worse than I can!"

speaking of hotwifing..... this is super similar to cuckolding but it is not the same. this act would come from his immense love and connection to you. He would encourage you sleeping with other men and/or women solely because he's proud to show you off in that regard. Kind of like putting you up on a sex pedestal. In other words, he encourages you to have sex with other people [preferably with him watching]and in a way wants to show other sexual partners that no matter how good they fuck you, he's the one who is yours, and you're the one who is his. like, damn you had all this sexual pleasure and still chose to marry him? what a catch!!!

Jake ―

hahahaha...emotional play/humiliation. which can lead to a lot of different kinks and fetishes that can branch off of this like, degradation, body fluid kinks (spit, blood, piss, cum), voyeurism, exhibitionism, sexual shame, etc) i'm not saying he's always the one who wants to be humiliated either, i just think he'd really get off on awkward embarrassment whether it's him feeling it or you feeling it. even something as small as being with you in public and seeing your tits through the shirt you just spilled a drink on. you're embarrassed, trying to cover yourself, but he sees all the eyes on you. He can see how other people are getting turned on, but he's the one who gets to touch and grope those tits...so...he definitely would. right there in public. he'd probably get off on his own humiliation too though. Sending a dick pic to you by accident before you guys ever started dating? Something about it would turn him on beyond belief solely because you saw it.

along with humiliation, i think he'd be into impact play. again, on equal levels and not just coming from his side. spanking and slapping but not lightly. I mean real impact play. Full force slaps that sting even the one hitting, swollen skin, heat radiating from each area of impact. i think he'd like the sensation both on himself and offering it to another, though it would need to be entirely consenting because I don't think he'd ever want to harm someone he's fucking unless they get turned on by it. it would be more than just with hands too though. Whips, paddles, canes, all sorts of items could be used for it when you're really playing. would probably even get a paddle with your respective names on it. LOVING the swell of his name raising from your skin, probably cumming on instinct when he feels your name raise on his own. (this can also lead into him having a thing for marking, scratching, and/or anything that will leave a reminder of what the two of you do to each other. including body writing...thanks oomf for the thoughts)

last but not least, fr, i could go all day, queening. jake would probably beg for you to sit on his face. no matter what you put in his mouth he's licking it. ass first? yes please. pussy first? hell yeah!!! i genuinely think he would prefer eating if the force is holding him down. he wants to drown in it, wants to be held down, wants to be smothered by it for real. Probably really into the act of you sitting on his face and leaning down to choke him out while you grind on his tongue, even more into it when you lift and hold it just out of reach so he can humiliate himself in the way he cranes his neck, points his tongue out to try and reach it again, only to whimper and beg for you to sit back down and use him like a throne

[lemoncrushh]

Ruin the Friendship

Summary: It's Ella's birthday, and her best friend Harry plans to tell her how he feels about her.

Warnings: None, just sweet, sugary fluff

Word Count: 5.2k+

A/N: Uni!Harry x OC, AU, friends to lovers one shot written in third person, originally from 2019. I think my first plan back then was to include some smut, but as I was writing, I decided it was not needed. I think you'll see why and agree. Also, Liam and Niall are in this one :).

Ella was his best friend. Some people would say Niall was Harry’s best mate, and while he considered that to be true for the most part, if anyone was to ask, he’d proudly declare that Ella took the title. They’d only known each other since the first year of uni, but in that time they’d grown very close, and if Harry was honest, there were things they shared that he didn’t share with the lads.

Not things like details about girls he fancied or the head he’d gotten that one time from Marla Lemons. He could only talk shit like that with his mates, and he reckoned Ella wouldn’t wanna hear about it anyway. But they could have deep conversations well into the night about nothing and anything, musing about life and death and what it all really meant. He’d known Niall for nearly a decade, and while he could chat him up about complete random shit, he wasn’t the type to talk about things like that.

Sometimes it was nice to have a friend to just chat about nothing with.

One thing he’d never been able to tell Ella, however, was that he secretly wanted to be more than friends. He’d never made a move, and other than holding her hand when she was scared at the haunted house or wiping her tears when she’d cried about an exam she’d failed, he’d barely touched her. Something had happened that first year at university that had put them in the friend zone, and he eventually accepted that was just how it was meant to be. At least for a while. But this last year had been different. Something had shifted, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Harry stood in the kitchen, his hand around a red cup filled with some sort of concoction that smelled entirely too sweet. He didn’t really want to get shit-faced tonight, that wasn’t his plan. Not that he really had a plan. But it was Ella’s birthday, and if he had anything to say about it, it would be her best one yet. The last three had been fun as far as he could recall, except for the time some girl Niall had been dating...Lena? Lorna?...had gotten so wasted she threw up on the rug. Ella, being the kind soul she was, insisted on cleaning up, holding her nose with a clothespin until Harry finally pulled her away, yelling at Niall that he should clean up his own girlfriend’s puke. Later that night, sat with Ella up on the roof, Harry had thought about confessing his feelings to her. But it just hadn’t felt like the right time, and given that he was still pretty drunk himself, he was afraid Ella would simply blame it on that and not take him seriously.

So the friendship continued.

“Hey mate, you gonna drink that or are you trying to read your future in it?”

Lifting his head, Harry saw his friend Liam enter the kitchen, walking up to the counter beside him and pouring himself a cup of the same pink liquid.

“What’s in this?” Harry asked.

“Hell if I know,” Liam shrugged before taking a large gulp. “Mmm, tastes like bubblegum.”

“Blech!” Harry sounded after taking his own sip, making a face of disgust. “Nah man, where’s the good stuff?”

“Right here, mate!” exclaimed Niall as he strutted into the kitchen with a case of beer in each hand. Two more lads followed him in, carrying the same. Leave it to Niall.

“Not what I meant,” muttered Harry, walking around them to the living room.

The front door opened then, and another handful of people entered, some he knew, some he didn’t. He recognized Vickie, Ella’s roommate among them and when she spotted Harry she smiled.

“Birthday girl’s on her way,” she announced, setting a bag on the counter. Harry noticed the clinking sound it made which made his ears perk up.

“Harry!” Liam called as Vickie pulled out the bottles of both brown and clear liquor. “I think this is what you were looking for!”

Turning back to the kitchen, Harry eyed the bottles and was about to make a decision when a commotion started behind him. It wasn’t a surprise party, but it seemed every girl in the house had run to the front door to greet Ella when she arrived. Harry stood back, his hands in his pockets as he watched her beautiful smile, the pink in her cheeks when her friends hugged her or wished her a happy birthday.

He contemplated stepping forward to give her his own wishes, but soon thought better of it, deciding he’d give her time with her girlfriends first. Instead he made himself a drink, a proper strong one. At least one, he told himself. He didn’t need to get hammered, but he’d need the liquid courage if this was to finally be the night he told her how he felt about her. While he was at it, he reckoned he’d make a drink for Ella as well. He knew what she liked.

“Happy Birthday Ella!” he heard Liam exclaim over the loud music.

Harry looked up from his drink to see that the lad had beat him to the punch as he offered Ella a red cup of what he could only assume was the disgusting pink shit. He chuckled when he saw her make a face and shake her head.

“Um, no thanks, darling,” she said. “I think I’ll see if Harry has something more to my liking at the bar.”

He felt a warmth ooze throughout his body at both the mention of his name and the fact that she called the simple kitchen island with a handful of liquor bottles a bar. He watched as she took a couple strides through the living room and met him with a smile.

“What’ve we got here, bartender?” she asked.

Harry raised a brow. “Oh am I bartender? No one told me.”

“I’m joking,” she giggled, placing a hand on his bicep. “But can you make me something? I am the birthday girl, after all.”

With a smirk, Harry handed her the drink he’d mixed. “Just so happens I already did.”

A wide smile spread across Ella’s face as she took the cup. “See, this is why we’re besties.”

Harry’s face fell, but he quickly tried to compose himself. Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Yeah. You bet.”

Besties. Right.

“Hey, Ells Bells!” they suddenly heard behind them. They both turned to see Niall rushing towards Ella, nearly knocking her drink out of her hand when he enveloped her in a hug.

Harry rolled his eyes. He hated Niall’s stupid nickname for her. He suspected Ella wasn’t too keen on it either, especially when Harry’d slipped up once and called her that himself. She’d told him it was Niall’s name and she’d rather just leave it at that.

“Hello, Niall,” she greeted graciously, kissing him on either cheek.

“Who’s up for a game?” he asked.

Harry grimaced, knowing what kind of game Niall had in mind. But if Ella wanted to play…

“No thanks,” she shook her head. “I think I’ll sit it out this year, love, if it’s all the same.”

Niall shrugged. “Suit yourself. ‘s your birthday.”

“Besides,” Ella added with a cheeky grin, “I don’t want to end up like dear Lorna.”

Harry covered his mouth with his hand, nearly spewing out its contents. When he swallowed, he let out a loud guffaw, causing Niall’s cheeks to redden.

“Eat shit, the both o’ ya,” Niall spat before grabbing another beer from the cooler.

When he’d joined the group in the living room, the majority of them cheering at the prospect of a drinking game, Ella turned to Harry, her face flushed from laughing.

“You’re not gonna play?” she inquired.

“Nah, I’d rather not.”

“Wow. Harry Styles is not interested in getting smashed at a party?” she mocked. “Is the sky falling? Did I miss something?”

“No,” he replied with a shake of his head. “Just don’t feel like it tonight. I mean, I’m still drinking. Just...responsibly.”

“Uh huh. We’ll see how you are in an hour or two.”

“Oh we will?” he quirked a brow.

“Yeah. I’ll check in on you, but don’t expect me to hold your hair back when you’re retching in the toilet.”

He chuckled at their playful banter. He enjoyed taking the piss and teasing each other, even if Ella only thought of it as a friend thing. She didn’t need to know it gave him a boner sometimes.

“Styles, you’re not playing?” Liam called from the living room where a large group had gathered around the coffee table.

Harry simply held up his hands.

“It’s early yet,” Ella winked.

Early, indeed, Harry thought. Too early. He wanted this night to be over already, or at least get past the first part so he could possibly get a chance alone with her to give her his gift. He didn’t want her to open in front of everyone else. It was too personal, and if by chance she didn’t react to it the way he hoped, at least he’d only get his ego bruised a bit and not have to suffer a full embarrassment.

Vickie came up to Ella then, along with another girl who’s name Harry had forgotten. They chatted amongst themselves for a bit before Ella turned to Harry, her hand on his arm. Touch number two, he noted.

“Harry, we’ll be right back, Vickie wants to show me something.”

With a nod, Harry raised his now almost empty cup and drained the rest of his drink. He considered making a second, but reckoned he should pace himself if he didn’t want to hear Ella say ‘I told you so.’

He decided to wander into the living room and watch the others playing the drinking game. Sat on the couch, he laughed when Liam had to take a shot, then Ella’s friend Melissa had to take three in a row. Poor girl, Harry thought until she declared she could hold her own.

After a while, he got bored so he walked down the hall, wondering where Ella had gone. He couldn’t imagine there was anything in the house Vickie had wanted to show her. They’d probably gone outside or to her car. The music drifted down the hall as he made it to his room and sat on the bed. He was definitely not himself tonight. Normally he’d be the first one sat on the floor for a game, or at least by now he’d have a light buzz. He just wanted a clear head, he’d told himself. But it definitely wasn’t clear. All he could think about was her and what he was going to say, if he got the chance to say it.

Running his hands down his face, he took a deep breath and let it out. He stared at the floor for a good while, replaying in his mind the scenario he’d conjured up a couple years ago, edited and tweaked over time.

“Hey, what are you doing in here?”

He jumped when he heard her voice. Lifting his head, he saw her standing in the doorway, her gorgeous eyes wide with wonder.

“Hey,” he muttered softly. “Nothing, I’m just…”

Ella stepped into his room. She’d been in there several times, but this time as she sat on the bed, Harry felt himself tremble.

“Something wrong?” she asked. “Did one of those stupid prats out there give you a hard time? Because you know, that’s my job.”

She nudged Harry’s shoulder with her own, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed lightly under his breath, but said nothing.

“Hey. Harry. I’ve never seen you like this. What gives?”

She turned on the bed to face him, her legs criss crossed. Harry picked at his bottom lip. He wondered if this was it. If this was the moment he was supposed to take action. But how? Was he supposed to give her a long speech about how he’d pined for her for years, or was he supposed to just grab her and kiss her? 

“This is probably a shitty thing to say,” Ella continued, “but I’m not sure I like this Harry. Not that you’re only fun when you’re drunk, I don’t mean that. But you’re so serious and quiet. It kinda scares me.”

“Sorry,” he said a little too quickly. “Don’t mean to scare you.”

“Something on your mind?” she tugged at his shirt. “You can tell me, you know. I’m your best friend.”

“I got something for you,” Harry finally said.

“Yeah?” Ella beamed. She bounced on the bed excitedly. “What did ya get me?”

“Um…”

“Ella!” the sound was deafening, coming from the living room. “Hey birthday girl! It’s time for cake and presents!”

“Oh!” she eyed Harry who merely shrugged. “Well, you can give me your present now.”

Harry shook his head. “I’ll wait. Til later. It’s…”

“Oh,” Ella mouthed again, her voice a whisper this time. “Okay.”

Ella rose from the bed, pulling Harry by the arm. They joined the party in the living room, the drinking game seemingly at a pause. The cake sat in the middle of the coffee table, pink roses and candles atop, Ella’s name in the center.

“Thank you so much,” Ella blushed, her hands by her chest. “I’m gonna cry.”

“You say that every year,” Niall quipped.

“Hush, you!” Ella poked at him.

Vickie lit the candles and a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ began. Though he sang along, Harry was mesmerized by how beautiful Ella looked in the candle light. His stomach was in knots now, and he knew he had to tell her.

Ella opened her gifts next, giving sincere thanks and hugs to each guest. When it was time to cut the cake, however, Melissa made it known that Harry hadn’t given her a gift.

“What’s with that, Harry?” she slurred, obviously drunk from the game. “You’re her best friend, where’s yours?”

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat until Ella spoke up.

“He’s saving it for later,” she winked at him.

Good god, how many times was she going to wink at him tonight? Had she done that before? He didn’t remember.

“Ooh,” voiced Melissa in a sarcastic tone. “Excuse me.”

Noticing Vickie could probably use some help, Harry rose from his chair and joined her in the kitchen where she was dividing slices of cake onto plates.

“Oh, thanks Harry,” she said, handing him two plates that were ready to be served.

“I should be doing this anyway,” he offered. “Seeing as I’m her best friend and all that.”

He hadn’t meant for his comment to sound sarcastic, but he certainly noticed it came out that way. When he turned the corner, however, he heard a snort from Vickie, followed by a “yeah, sure”.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“No, what was that sound for?”

“Go,” Vickie shooed at him. “Serve the cake.”

With a frown, Harry made for the living room where he handed Ella a slice of cake, making sure it had a rose on it, and gave the other to Melissa, despite the scowl on her face.

“What did you mean by ‘yeah, sure’?” Harry hounded Vickie when he returned.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Harry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You’re lying.”

“God, don’t be so sensitive,” she scoffed. Deciding Harry wasn’t moving fast enough, she brought more cake to the living room herself.

“Please tell me,” he urged when she came back to grab the last pieces. “Do you not think I’m her best friend?”

“Oh, certainly, Harry. You are.” Then she lowered her voice before completing her thought. “But you want to be more.”

Harry glared at her, his eyes wide. “What?”

“Oh c’mon, Harry! Everybody knows it.”

“Everybody?!”

Vickie giggled. “Don’t get so bent out of shape. Maybe I exaggerated. But Niall told me about your present.”

What the...too much was going on now, Harry’s mind was in a whirl.

“How does Niall know? I didn’t show him.”

“He found it in your room. Was looking for some shorts or something.”

“Jesus,” Harry mumbled with a sigh.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell anyone else. I have no idea who Niall told, but I reckon it was just me.”

“What the fuck…” Harry dropped his head. It suddenly felt too heavy for his neck. His entire body felt drained, and he thought he might be sick.

“Hey,” Vickie said low, “if it’s any consolation...Ella’s never confided in me about you or anything...but if you were to make a move, I don’t think she’d reject you.”

Biting his lip, he lifted his head. He was afraid to ask, but at this point he had nothing to lose.

“How do you know?”

“Well, I don’t know. But she literally talks about you all the time. I notice how she looks at you. It’s possible it’s just a friend-like fondness because she really does love and adore you. But I swear they look like heart eyes to me.”

With another sigh, his shoulders dropped. He admitted he felt a little relieved. But he was still extremely nervous.

“Thanks, Vickie,” he said.

“Here,” she grinned, “have some cake.”

“Nah. I think I’ll make another drink.” Harry grabbed a bottle and a new cup, filling it with ice.

“Whatever works for you, darling.”

Vickie joined the group in the living room while Harry nursed his cocktail for a bit. He watched Ella with her other friends, her head falling back as she laughed. Taking her final bite of cake, she looked up and their eyes locked. She tilted her head in question before rising from the couch.

“Here we go again,” she smiled as she leant against the counter. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or not?”

“Not,” he managed a grin. “‘Cause nothing’s wrong.”

“Then why are you over here by yourself? Are you secretly getting drunk so I won’t notice?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm. So...how about that present?”

“I told you, I’ll give it to you later.” he replied, hoping his tone was light and playful.

“You’re being mean,” she pouted, resting her chin in her hand.

Harry chuckled. “No, ‘m not!”

“Well, you’re being weird then.”

“Sorry,” he muttered before taking a drink. “I just...wanna give it to you with no one else around.”

“Ooh. I’m intrigued.”

Harry noticed how her bum stuck out and she wiggled it just slightly. It almost seemed like she was keeping time with the music playing, but he wasn’t sure. Whatever the reason, he felt his blood rush to his crotch and he had to take another gulp from his cup.

“Make me one of those?” she asked, her eyelashes fluttering.

Harry obliged, pouring the liquor over ice and adding soda. When he handed it to her and she took a sip, her eyes widened.

“Is this what you’re drinking?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughed.

“This is way stronger than the first one you made me,” Ella claimed.

“Well, you gotta start off slow.” This time it was his turn to wink.

“Bloody hell, Styles, maybe I am getting drunk tonight.”

Ella rarely called him by his last name unless she was scolding him. With her hand on his arm as she took another drink, he suddenly decided he liked it.

The moment was short-lived, however, when his reverie was interrupted by the noise of half the party joining them in the kitchen. Apparently it was refill time, and they all began to freshen their cups or grab beers. They all chatted for a bit, and before long the whole gang was singing a chorus of “Smells Like Teen Spirit”. Harry realized he was enjoying himself, and was remembering it was a party and started to loosen up.

“Feeling better?” Ella asked, her doe eyes smiling up at him as she placed another hand on his arm. How many times was that now? He’d lost count.

He grinned, looking down at his now empty cup.

“Sorry I’ve been…” he didn’t know how to complete the sentence.

“No worries, darling,” sang Ella. “I just like it best when you’re like this. Happy and smiling. You have a dynamite smile.”

Before Harry could respond, her hand dropped from his arm and he suddenly felt a chill.

“Going to the loo,” she whispered in his ear. “Make me another?”

Harry watched her walk away before he refilled both of their cups with ice and made the same drink as last time.

“So did you tell her yet?”

Harry lifted his gaze to see Melissa standing across from him, a cheeky grin spread across her face.

“Tell who what?” he asked.

“Ella,” she rolled her eyes. “That you’re in love with her.”

Harry’s jaw dropped just as Liam and his footie pal Derek gasped.

“Wait...whoa...what?”

Harry searched the faces in the kitchen before landing on Vickie’s who simply shrugged. Then he glared at Niall.

“Don’t look at me, mate,” he held up his hands.

“It’s my fault,” Melissa admitted. “I saw the letter you typed on your laptop.”

“Letter?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Oh my God, there’s a letter?” Niall brought his fist to his mouth.

Harry thought he might be sick right there on the kitchen tile. Rounding the island, Melissa looked at him.

“Honestly Harry, I thought everyone knew. It’s rather obvious, don’t you think?”

“I didn’t think,” conveyed Liam.

“I might’ve suspected,” said Derek.

“I didn’t really know,” added Niall with a shrug. “Until I saw the box in your wardrobe.”

“What box?” piped Liam.

“I only told Vickie about it, I swear,” Niall continued. “I was wondering if maybe there was already something going on and no one told me.”

“You didn’t think to just ask me?” Harry scoffed, his jaw set. “And what were you doing in my room anyway?”

“Bloody hell, Harry!” exclaimed Melissa when he stepped closer to Niall like he was going to clock him. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like she hasn’t been in love with you for years anyway!”

“What?”

All was silent then, except for Ariana Grande who sang from the speakers in the living room as everyone turned to see Ella stood by the kitchen, her face full of shock, bewilderment and disbelief.

“Ohh shit,” someone muttered low.

“What’s going on?” Ella asked, her eyes wide and her fists at her sides. She appeared to be breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. It was Harry’s instinct to pull her away from the crowd and hold her forever, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.

The others in the kitchen quickly busied themselves, the beer and disgustingly sweet punch somehow suddenly the topic of conversation.

“Ella, the birthday girl!” cheered Liam. “What can I get you to drink, love?”

“Melissa?” Ella called, ignoring Liam’s attempt at distraction. “What did you just say?”

“Um...nothing um...important,” her friend stumbled. “I was just reminding Harry here what great friends you are and how it’s a wonder you’ve...never...become...more.”

Blinking, Ella looked from Melissa to Harry. He seemed to be in the same state of shock she was in, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down each time he swallowed.

“Ella…” he breathed, unable to spit out any other word.

“Um...guys…” offered Vickie, coming around the counter with her arms open. “Now might be a good time to open that present.”

She eyed Harry strongly, giving a slow nod of her head. Her hands on each of their backs, she ushered them towards the hallway and into Harry’s room. Without a word, she closed the door behind her, leaving Ella and Harry alone.

They stood in the center of the bedroom, staring at each other and waiting for the other to speak until Harry finally broke the silence.

“Is it true?”

A blush rose in Ella’s already pink cheeks as she bit her bottom lip and nodded. Harry wasted no time erasing the space between them, taking her face in his hands and planting a soft kiss on her mouth.

Startled at first, Ella froze, her hands in the air. Then she soon relaxed, letting her hands fall on Harry’s arms as she kissed him back.

“Ella…” he breathed again when he broke the kiss, his lips nearly still attached to hers. “I’ve...I’ve been in love with you for years too.”

“Since when?” Ella looked up at him with her big beautiful eyes.

“Since...I met you?”

“Liar,” she quipped, stepping back as she tugged on the hem of his shirt.

“Well…” Harry chuckled nervously. “Soon after...I reckon it was that day after the footie game when we were walking back and you asked if I was enjoying school so far.”

Ella glared at Harry, her brows raised. “First year? I don’t think I even remember that.”

“I do,” said Harry. “Very well. You had your hair back in a plait, but the sides were falling down. The sun was starting to set, and I just thought you were the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to kiss you so bad.”

Ella hummed softly as she ran her hands up his chest.

“Kiss me again,” she pleaded. “Just like you wanted to then.”

Cupping her face again, Harry tilted his head and brought his mouth to hers. Ella felt the tingles right to her toes, a tiny squeak of a moan escaping her throat. That was music to Harry’s ears, and he eagerly slipped his tongue between her lips, meeting hers with a jolt of electricity. They kissed each other like they meant it, like it was everything they’d ever wanted. When Ella repeated her sound of pleasure, Harry lifted her by her bum and carried her to the bed.

“Your lips are so soft,” he declared, his body pressed against hers.

“Yours too.”

His hand on Ella’s waist, he lifted her shirt slightly until he touched skin. The connection was like fire, an explosion of all the senses. He began to kiss her neck then, feeling her pant beneath his lips, sending his blood rushing throughout his entire body.

“Oh my God, Harry,” Ella moaned. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Yeah?” Harry asked with a smirk. “Me too.”

“Really?

“Fuck yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because…” Ella hesitated. “I didn’t wanna ruin the friendship.”

“Me neither,” said Harry.

“So what do we do now?” Ella looked at him with equal parts desire and apprehension.

“Ruin the friendship.”

Ella giggled, causing Harry’s chest to tickle and his smile to widen.

“I guess...if both of us feel the same,” she remarked, “it’s not really ruining it, is it?”

“I suspect not.”

After a few more kisses, Harry rested his forehead against hers as he listened to both of their breathing.

“I should stop,” he groaned.

“No. Why?”

Lifting his head, Harry looked Ella in the eye. She was so beautiful, her pouty lips already swollen from his kisses, her gaze questioning. There were so many things he wanted to do to her, with her. But they’d only just confessed how they felt. Actually, they hadn’t really fully done that. Someone else had let the cat out of the bag.

“Um...let me...give you your present,” he said, sliding off the bed.

“Okay.”

Ella sat up, pushing her hair from her face as Harry rummaged through his wardrobe and pulled out a small box. Setting it on the bed, he cleared his throat.

“So um...there’s a letter that’s supposed to go with it. I was going to read it while you open the gift. It kind of explains it all. But...since you already know, I reckon it’s pointless.”

“No, I’d like to hear the letter,” Ella smiled sweetly.

“Right then,” Harry chuckled nervously while he pulled out a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket. Clearing his throat again, he began to read…

Dear Ella,

Four years ago, we met in Lit class. While I didn’t make the best marks, I felt as though I aced it because you were sat next to me. Your love for literature was infectious, and I always left class with a smile on my face. I also began to enjoy your company at football games. It was obvious to me that despite the fact that you weren’t a massive fan of the sport, you came along to cheer on your friends, and I thought that was just a kind thing to do. You’ve always had a compassionate heart and a kind soul, and I reckon that’s why I began to have deeper feelings for you.

As the years have gone by, I’ve tried my best to convince myself that we’re just meant to be friends. I consider you my best friend, and I cherish our friendship more than anything. Many times I’ve wanted to tell you how I really felt, but the timing was just off, or I was chicken shit. I worried that you didn’t think of me in any other way, and being just your friend was better than nothing at all.

I still feel that way, but tonight, on your birthday, I’m putting myself out there and taking that risk. You have my heart, Ella. I want you to be mine, both my friend and my lover. I want to kiss you better than you’ve ever been kissed. I want to hold you in my arms and tell you every day how in love with you I am. You deserve the moon and the stars, the heavens and the entire universe...and I want to be the one to give it all to you.

I pray that you’ll have me as more than a friend, and accept my heart as I hand it over to you.

Yours eternally,

Harry

Dropping the paper, Harry noticed Ella was in tears, her cheeks wet as she tried desperately to wipe them.

“That was the most beautiful letter,” she whispered.

Laying the letter on the bed, Harry sat down next to it and handed Ella the box.

“I hope you like it,” he said.

It was a simple white box, unwrapped but a pink bow adorned the top. When Ella lifted the lid, she gasped. Inside sat a silver charm bracelet containing six delicate charms. She fingered each one before looking up at Harry, waiting for his explanation.

“Here, may I?” he asked, lifting the bracelet from the box.

Ella nodded and Harry unlatched the clasp and wrapped it around her delicate wrist. Ella watched his mouth as he began to describe each charm.

“A book,” he said, touching the first one. “For your love of literature. A football, for all the games you went to.”

Ella smiled, recalling all the great memories she had of watching Harry and his team.

“Two hearts…” he added. “One for your big, kind heart. And one for mine which you now own.”

Without hesitation, Ella lifted her other hand to Harry’s cheek. He smiled back at her.

“And...the moon and the stars…” he finished. “Because you deserve them.”

“Harry…” Ella murmured softly, more tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”

Dropping his hands to her waist, Harry pulled her closer.

“Say you feel the same, Ella,” he whispered. “Say you love me too.”

“I do,” she declared. “I so very much do.”

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How Azriel acts around his mate

i’m thinking of turning this into a series so let me know if you guys would be interested (you can also choose which character i should do next)

warnings: suggestive

At the moment he finds out

Azriel couldn’t hide the surprised look on his face. It was the first time in a while the spymaster got speechless. Az is most likely to create a ragged excuse and leave as soon as possible (yes, he’s definitely panicking), going to some isolated place to understand that he finally found his mate.

How he acts?

Azriel definitely doesn’t know how to act around his mate once the bond snaps. He probably will act very awkward at the beginning, not knowing if he should tell his mate about it (considering they didn’t felt the bond yet) or wait until they realize.

Therefore, Azriel will need some time to digest that he finally has a mate. Az feels really insecure, thinking he’s not good enough for them and believing they won’t accept the bond. Even so, Azriel really tries to be the best he can to his mate, he’s always there, showing support at every situation. He’s also very kind and just wants to see his mate happy.

Will he tell anyone?

No. Az will hide it as much as he can. Azriel is a very private person and probably wants to figure out this new situation by himself. On the other hand, he knows how his brothers are a pain in the ass, so Az rather avoid to listen to the stuff they’re going to say. At least until his mate discover the bond by themself, he won’t talk about it, preventing them from ending up knowing from someone else

But once his mate accepts the bond Azriel’s behavior changes completely, he’s almost announcing to the world, constantly touching his mate in public.

When his mate feels the bond

He’s scared. Really, Azriel never felt this type of fear his whole life, to be rejected by the person who was supposed to be with him for the rest of his life. However, even if he’s terrified, Az forces himself to be honest about his feelings towards his mate.

He has never opened up that much to someone before, exposing an extremely vulnerable side.

If his mate needs some time, he will be very understandable and wait as long as necessary. Az will never pressure his mate to accept the bond or even give him an answer (please he’s the biggest gentleman out there).

When his mate accepts the bond

Az finally feels complete. His mate is his family, the person he trusts the most and is willing to do anything only to make them smile.

As i said before, Az didn’t feel enough for his mate, so he always thought they wouldn’t accept to be bonded to him forever. Honestly, he’s in a deep state of happiness, it’s like he’s finally found his home, his place in the world.

And as SJM said before, Az is a freak, so yeah, not leaving the room any time soon after that.

Things he loves to do with his mate

Pretty much everything. Azriel his happy to go anywhere or do anything if he has his mate to accompany.

It can be to comb their hair to having deep conversations at midnight. Az just loves to be with them.

Does he often feels jealous?

It depends on the situation. Azriel really trusts his mate, but if someone gets too flirty around them, he will definitely be jealous (and kinda insecure). He’s not likely to make a scene but will have a frown on his face for the rest of the night.

Favorite body part

He’s addicted to every single part of his mate, showing true devotion to their body everyday. He loves to kiss their soft lips, neck and inner thighs (he just can’t keep his hands away).

PDA

Even though Azriel is a very reserved person, he’s constantly touching his mate in public, always having a hand on their waist, holding their hand or kissing them. He usually doesn’t go too foward, but it depends on the situation, if he spends a lot of time away on a mission, will definitely be more clingy.

In short, I don’t see him caring much if someone his looking, but he prefers when they have more privacy.

How often he says “I love you?”

Everyday. He just wants his mate to be sure of his feelings. Az not only say it with words, but always demonstrate with his actions.

Protectiveness

Azriel is really overprotective. He’s terrified on losing his mate so they will always have his shadows with them, almost turning into a part of them.

Random bonus

Before every snowball fight Azriel always spends the whole year planning a new strategy to beat his brothers asses. He will share EVERY SINGLE DETAIL to his mate and even accept suggestions to improve it.

Once he wins, Az will celebrate a lot with his mate (if you get what I mean…)

[magicalbuttertarts]

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 2 ♥︎ Part 3

Damian Priest x f/Reader (AU)

WWE Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: no sex for now. Mentions a bit of smutty stuff, but nothing crazy. Eventually smut. A bit of swearing.

WC: 957

©️magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

AN: I started back at work this week, after being off for 2 weeks. I hope to update more, but I can really only write on the weekends.

After that night, I kept going back to her place.

Just standing off in the distance, but making sure she was safe.

I found out a lot about her this way, even though she did seem to enjoy talking to me.

I found she likes to go out with friends almost every other night. Even just for dinner or drinks.

Each Friday, they pick a club to go too, or if someone they knew was having a party they would go to that.

I had to control my anger when I saw her dancing with some random guy at a club.

But when he was indicating that she should go with him, she shook her no.

No matter how much the guy persisted, he went home without her.

I would stay further back as the group would walk home on a nice night.

"You should have gone home with him." One of her friends would say to her.

"Wasn't my type." She said, as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah, her type is the owner of that club." A rather, giggly friend said.

"Shut it." Came her reply, but made my ears perk up.

"He was rather handsome, and did you see how tall he was?"

"Did you see his tattoos?"

"Did you see his smile?"

My ego got a bit bigger as I heard them talk about me, but I only focused on what she said.

"He saved my life the last time we were there."

The gasps that came from her group of friends and them demanding for her tell them what happened.

She did, but leaving out how I am a vampire.

"He walked you home, and you didn't invite him inside, to say thank you?"

"He told me he had to get back to the club, and I was tired," She was cut off by a friend.

"You wish you invited him in, huh?"

I waited to hear what she had to say.

"I do. I really do. Fuck, why didn't I invite him in?"

Maybe because I am always vampire my dear, and you don't and still don't know my intentions with you.

I left the small group, satisfied that they would be getting home safe.

As I was back towards the club, I just knew deep down inside that she would be back to my club, and soon.

I kept my distance the moment I realized how creepy I was being.

I am following her around in my spare time, just to make sure she is okay, and I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"You know you have found your mate right?" Rhea told me as she was scrolling through her phone, the two of us sitting in my office going over what still needs to be done for the night.

"Rhea, I don't believe in that true love, soul mate bs, and you know it."

"Yes, but doesn't mean it isn't true. Let's go over the checklist of soul mates for us vampires."

"I don't have time for this." I tried to say, but Rhea being Rhea, she ignored me.

"Number one, you smelled her unique scent."

"We have strong, enhanced smell." I pointed out.

"Number two, hearing her say your name for the first time, made you actually feel alive. Number three, you are willing to murder anyone for her, which you have mind you."

"He was scum." I informed her.

"Number four, she is all you can think about. You had someone personally hand delivere an invite to your club."

"Lastly, number five, you will not be able to sleep with anyone else, as you will only want her, your mate."

"Oh please, I do not see how that isn't possible."

Rhea stood up as I said that.

"Just find one to sleep with, and you will see I am right Damian."

As she left my office, it dawned on me that I haven't slept with anyone since I saw her for the first time.

I have to rectify that.

Ariana was screaming her head off as I pounded into her from behind. Not wanting to see her face as my mind filled with only her face.

I pulled completely out of the woman I hired, and collapsed on my bed, frustrated that Rhea was right.

She tried to snuggled into my side but I told her to go.

"But, you always want to cuddle." Ariana told me.

"Leave. Now." I snapped.

I didn't bother to watch her get dressed, but she did rush to get away from my presence.

Probably concerned about becoming my next meal.

I got dressed after a quick shower, and walked down to the club, already a massive lineup outside the door.

The music was pounding in my ears as I walked into the club, people moving out of the way, but then I smelled her unique scent, lavender and peppermint.

She is here.

It didn't take long for me to see her dancing with some friends, guys once more trying to dance with her.

She must have felt me staring at her, because she looked up and stared into my eyes, and I couldn't help but walk towards her, pushing past people just to get to her.

She turned around as I got to her, I placed my hands on her hips, as they were moving back and forth. I pulled her flushed against my body, her ass moving against my hardening cock.

I heard her heartbeat pick up as we danced in the middle of the dance floor. Her blood pumping in her veins, making me lean down and moan into her year.

The poor, fucking losers looked on, wondering how I get to dance with her.

She is fucking mine.

Damian Priest Taglist: @madhatterbri @terrortwinunicorn @jstarr86

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[a-twistedheartslonging]

Okay so idea for your nonhuman au. Idk if you've gotten asks similar to this one but I still think it's cool

Make Pomefoire Harpy's. Just make them these big, fluffy, stupid, birbs. All of which have no sense of personal space. They love to ruin Yuu's personal space. Especially Rook.

Vil is 100% a peacock. No changing my mind on that. And he's constantly trying flash Yuu his tail feathers. And when they don't notice or seem to care he gets so pissy. He has the biggest temper tantrum about it. But if you compliment his feathers, boy oh boy will he be all over you. The big bird man just melts into a pile of pretty feathers in your arms the moment you so much as open your lips to compliment him.

Rook I imagine is some sort of falcon or Hawk. He loves to fly around, and often times dives down to just miss Yuu by a couple inches. Yuu thinks it's some sort of scare tactic, but in reality he's trying to impress them.

Now Epel in my mind is a sparrow. He seems to be very meek and shy but when he wants to he can be very flirtatious. He can and will take Yuu by the hand and dance with them. Oh you can't dance? Mm too bad, time to dance. He won't listen to any sort of complaints you have about it. He's very bossy when he wants to be.

Tbh nothing for the AU is really set in stone so I might do stuff about them being different kinds of beasties than what I originally wrote, and if peeps want to send in their own different things, I'm totally fine with it.

I haven't done anything for the pompom dorm but LOVE harpies.

It makes total sense for Vil to be a type of peacock one, but also...

Have you seen a Secretary Bird?

Tall, beautiful, and long legs. I see one and can't help but think "that's him."

Jamil might want to be careful cuz they stomp the shit out of snakes though. Said stomps are very strong too.

Regardless of the kind of bird he is you know he's going to have the most beautiful feathers that he spends so much time grooming and has perfected his mating dance...not that you know it's a mating dance. Showing any positive reaction to it considered acceptance so...be careful friend.

Man, I've tried thinking up what kind of beasty rook would be but it's just so hard because he's...Rook.

Falcons and Hawks are certainly great hunters, our already dangerous Rook would become even more deadly. Dude would so swoop down to scare you and give a silly giggle at your scared reaction.

With Epel, I was thinking of him with the more obvi choice of being a bunny but thought it would be funny if, like, one of his parents was a bunny, the other was a bear, and he came out a bear but ended up with the small cuteness of a bun.

He's your little lavender cuddles teddy.

Him as a sparrow though. 🤔

Did you know that sparrows wave their wings to communicate with each other? Scientists used to believe that wing waving was a friendly way for sparrows to say hello or goodbye to friends. But that’s not the case. The opposite is true; wing waving is all about displaying anger.

Image a pissed off Epel flapping his wings at someone.

Their also wonderful singers and use that to attract mates, imagine him trying to rizz you up with his own songs.

[the-slender-doll]

Reposting on main but

Release the Kraken! 🦑

(Aka Milo Jones - my Sniper OC - is officially finished!)

Here's Milos official reference sheet + miscellaneous sketches Ive done of him!

I am super excited to reveal my Sniper OC's true nature to everyone here!

I have some fun facts about him underneath the cut.

Other References

Stuff about Milo/ Deep BLU Sniper:

He's a human turned Kraken. He exchanged his humanity and life as a human as a former fishing boat captain to save his former crew mate turned pyromaniac "Skipper", the Deep BLU teams Pyro. The sea wanted a life for a life. The incident also was the cause of my pyro's spiral into pyromania and instability.

Due to his current "condition" he is strictly on a pescatarian style (aka fish only) diet. Other meats and poultry make him extremely sick. Although he can have other seafood, diary, veggies, fruits, greens and the like without much of a problem. It helps him keep up an appearance of still being human.

His eyes sometimes turn more Cephalopod like when he's experiencing an extreme emotion like rage or when his animalistic instincts take over. Sometimes it happens without his consent. His eyes can also change into a golden color when this happens but it's not often.

He has the ability for metachrosis (physiological color change) much like an octopus for his hair, skin and eyes. It doesn't affect his clothes. Because of this he has slight camouflage abilities, making it easy for him to blend into the background, giving him the illusion of "cloaking" like Spy's watch ability. Most of the time he has to fight the urge to do this around others. He also sometimes unconsciously changes the color of his hair depending on his mood.

Sometimes he can summon squid tentacles from his back. It's extremely painful for him to do so and it ruins his shirts 99% of the time. Because of this he wears race back style tank tops so he doesn't rip his shirts open if his tentacles come through his back suddenly. His jacket is just bulky and sturdy enough to hide and hold his tentacles from sight if it happens while he's out on the field. He awkwardly has to play it off until he can force himself to "retract" his tentacles. Usually causes a bloody mess on his back.

Thanks to his "gift", he's very flexible and tends to bend much like a contortionist if given the chance.

He has to keep hydrated constantly, so he has a water bottle on him at all times. He can get very sick if he becomes dehydrated. (This explains his in canon use of Jarate lol)

His blood is much darker in the light than most human blood. It's more akin to ink than anything else so he has to be very careful not to get hurt for this to be revealed. Usually he gets human blood transfusions before each battle so it offsets his odd ink like blood in appearance and cover his tracks. Thankfully he's AB+ so he can take any blood type as a donation for this endeavor.

He has a slightly fishy smell mixed with his human "musk".

His fingers sometimes become slightly sticky at the fingertips due to microscopic suckers in place of his fingerprints so he has to be careful with this so he doesn't reveal his "Cephalopod" like traits.

The only reason he can draw a traditional style bow without strain is his newfound strength as a giant squid like monster in a human shell with the added curse of "stickiness" from his sucker like finger tips.

He's about 6' tall and has quite a lean body type.

When he's scared or startled, his inky blood will mix with his spit, creating actual squid ink. He plays it off as having chewable tobacco in his mouth when he has to get rid of it.

He can breathe underwater. It's something he's still getting accustomed too as his first instinct when under deep water is to panic like most would. He can swim but trauma is a large factor for this knee jerk reaction.

He has a very slow but passive regeneration ability that can help keep him from bleeding out from deep cuts and help him regenerate and heal overtime if he can find a place to nurse his wounds. This is how he can heal his back constantly after summoning and retracting his tentacles.

He is colorblind with a mostly monochromatic vision with the only colors he's able to see clearly is Blues and Yellows. Just like an octopus's vision!

His condition is a big secret even within his own team. Only the Deep BLU teams admin assistant Miss Cecilia, the main Administrator, Miss Pauling and my Pyro Skipper know. Later on Felix my Medic finds out. My Spy also finds out after rescuing him from Felix.

He does have a boyfriend named Dingo (who's owned by @darrowfire15 ). He eventually learns about Milos condition.

So yeah, I hope you enjoy him!!

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

The Taming of Man: chapter Fourteen - Dragon Shifting!Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader

yet another chapter, as I said I will be writing for a greater "ending," but don't worry, It's not an ending for real! I just like to tell myself silly little lies sometimes! On a more serious note, After the true story ending, I'll still write some domestic stuff with Reader and Katsuki. That might give you some insight into how the story truly ends, but to be fair, there are only 2 requirements for romance, and that's a central love story and an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending. Google it, it's true.

Words: 3,538

This is incredibly based on the song The Willow Maid by Erutan, I highly recommend giving it a listen for the best experience.

Warnings: Cursing, reader is She/Her and is AFAB, Talk of impregnation, talk of menstruation and ovulation, Katsuki is VERY sexy

Even the baths were different here. the tub was a half-cylinder, long enough for anyone to lay down in, and given that it was made out of sealed wood you were pretty sure it was part of a hollowed and carved out tree.

the thick sides had 6 divots, each filled with different types of bathing products. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, body oil, and hair oil. Katsuki told you not to use the body oil, as it was made specifically for the tougher Dragonborne skin, nails, and scales.

The only scented items were the oils, and they smelled like Katsuki. It led you to believe that the burnt caramel and musky smell was all him, and the smoke, leather, and spices were the body oils.

It was nice, being surrounded by his scent as you soaked. Well, it wasn't really soaking. The servants filled the tub up about 3 inches, so if you wanted your body completely wet you had to turn or run a sponge over yourself. It made sense, water was hard to come by here, but being someone used to being fully submerged made this process annoying. Still, you managed to wash all over, to clean your hair, you even added a bit of that hair oil.

by now you were done, just sitting in the water and thinking. Hoping Ochako was ok, hoping all the scary things were over, hoping Katsuki truly still loved you after everything. It was all anxiety at this point, especially that last one. maybe it was time to get out.

You looked around for a towel, only to realize you left it on the bed. You sighed, standing anyway. Katsuki was having lessons right now, he said he'd be gone for an hour, so you should be safe to run out real quick and dry off. You took ginger steps to the door, doing your best to not make puddles, and walked out of the bathroom.

He was gone, just like you thought. you took a glance around, quickly noticing the white towel just where you left it. you sighed and grabbed it, unraveling the fabric and bringing it to your body.

Just as you were about to wrap it around yourself, the door swung open. You screamed, quickly throwing the towel across your body in a haphazard way of covering it up. Whipping around, you saw Katsuki, beet red, with a few books and a bundle of fabrics in his hands.

"Oh, It's just you," you sighed, relaxing a bit and properly wrapping the towel around yourself.

"What the hell are you doing," he asked, clearly flustered, head turned to the side to avoid looking at you.

"Relax, I just left my towel out here," you explained, raising your brows at how embarrassed he was. You honestly didn't see it as that big of a deal, you were fast enough so that he didn't see much.

"You shouldn't be walkin' around like that, what if someone else saw you?"

He was being weirdly defensive about this, it wasn't that big of a deal.

"But someone else didn't see me, you barely saw me," you countered, furrowing your brow in annoyance and confusion.

He pressed his lips together, physically shutting his mouth to keep from arguing too much, and yet a few grumbles about doing stupid things and springtime seemed to slip out.

what was with him and spring? It had to be about mating, right?

before you could ask, he handed you the fabrics and set the books on the bed. "What's this," you ask, your attention no longer on your frustration with him.

"Clothes," he answered shortly, glancing down at your body for a moment. "You should wear them."

If you didn't know any better, he was telling you to cover up. "I will. later."

"What do you mean later? Are you just gonna walk around in a towel," he asked, not buying it.

"Maybe I will," you taunt, setting the bundle down. there were 6 dresses, as well as some intimates that had been hiding in the center of the bundle. he did his best to keep his eyes on yours, and not the underwear. You didn't get him, he could be so crude some days and so bashful others. They were just clothes, it was just your body, what was the point?

"You'll catch a cold," he huffed, his fingers reaching to touch the ends of your wet hair. You sighed, glancing to the side as you thought of an answer.

"y'know what? You're right, Katsuki, I should change." You drop your towel right then and there, taking your time grabbing a dress and underwear to put on. He practically chokes on air, looking away with a fire red blush. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Getting dressed," you say plainly, slipping on a deep purple dress. It was just like the other red one, it might be from the same shop you went to before, except this one had a corset style back. "Lace me up?"

"You need to think before you do things, idiot," he grumbles. Despite how flustered he was, he still reached out to do as you asked. He pulled the strings as tight as they would go, a bit of vengeance for your behavior. It wasn't actually too tight, it wasn't a real corset, but it elicited a light gasp from you. "What? should I just not put on clothes," you ask tauntingly, crossing your arms.

you could practically hear his eyes roll, a heavy sigh leaving him. "You argue too much," he scoffed, taking the laces and beginning to tie a bow. Before he could, though, something caught his eye. Your bra's back wing. The pretty deep blue that complimented your skin so well, accompanied by golden lace detailing.

He didn't have the guts to pick all your intimates out, but those nosey shopkeepers figured out what he was doing and picked them out for him. He was annoyed at first, but now that he saw how good just the back-strap looked on you, they were forgiven. He took in a breath and undid the cords again, causing you to turn your head back a bit. "What're you doing?"

"It's not tight enough." "Oh."

You figured, even though he yanked on them earlier, it wouldn't actually lace it up enough.

He pulled it all out, opting for simply redoing it from the start. You sighed, standing and waiting for him to finish. He stared for a moment, admiring your figure, unable to look away from the part of your back that was on full display. Every mark seemed so perfect to him, so exactly you.

He swallowed and looked down at the cord in his hand, beginning to thread it through the holes. You glanced back every once in a while, taking in his focused face. At one point, he felt you were too far away, and so he grabbed your waist and pulled you backward a step or two, his calloused thumbs resting on the small of your bare back.

"Couldn't you have just walked forward," you ask teasingly, to which he shook his head. "hey, who's helping who right now? I do what I want."

"Alright, alright," you shrugged, putting your hands up to say you were dropping it. The proximity allowed you to feel his breath fan across your shoulder as he breathed out his nose, and hear as he breathed in.

He could smell that hair oil, he could smell himself on you, and vice versa. You slept in his bed, you just bathed in his tub, and apparently now you used his oils. It was such a rush, something in him craved more of those things.

You could feel his knuckles brush against your back every time he had to thread a cord under instead of over, the repetitive sensation moving down your body the more he threaded. He'd pull the cords as he made his way down, being sure the fabric was sutured together perfectly, until he finally made it to the last set of eyelets. he tied a tight bow at the bottom, being sure it'd be easy to take out later, even taking the time to check if the strings were even.

He took you by the hips and turned you around, wanting to see if it was tight enough in the front. You looked up at him, watching as he studied your waist to be sure the dress fit nicely. He was focused, truly just wanting to make sure it looked right.

He glanced up from your waist, taking a brief stop at your bust, before meeting your gaze with an expression only described as impassioned. "'m done," he stated huskily, one hand dropping from your body, the other moving up to your waist.

You glanced down at his lips for a moment, before bringing a hand to his face, your fingers right below where his jaw, ear, and neck connected. You leaned in, and he met you in the middle, his lips colliding with yours, his free hand on the side of your neck as the two of you kissed.

It was another instance of those passionate kisses, ones fueled by the flames in your stomachs. you felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip, and without question you opened your mouth, your head tilting to the right as his tilted to the left. The two of you turned a little, your back now to the bed, and he took a step forward. You stepped back, falling to a seated position on the bed as he leaned over you, the torrid kissing unyielding. you shifted uncomfortably, you were sitting on something hard.

Opening your eyes, you looked down, seeing you were sitting on top of the books he brought earlier. He opened his eyes too, slowly pulling back, a string of saliva momentarily holding the two of you together.

They were the books you hadn't finished the last time you were reading. "Oh, yeah," he mumbled, gently pulling you to the side so that you were no longer on top of them. "It'd be easier if you just read 'em here, so I went and got 'em," he explained, eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips.

"Aw, thank you," you say happily, taking a look at what he brought, your head turned. "Yeah yeah, I'm the best," he said, leaning back in and impatiently kissing at your cheek and jaw, wanting you facing him again. You laughed, turning your head and catching his lips on yours. He let out a soft groan, more like a sigh, his hand idly caressing up and down your side.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the door, someone knocking. Katsuki huffed, he was tired of being interrupted. "What the hell do you want," he called out, turning his head a bit to ask before attacking you with a few more sloppy kisses.

"It's me," the voice called. Kirishima. "The queen wants to see (Y/n)."

"Tell her we're busy," Katsuki barks. "It's fine, I should go," you say, sitting up a bit. He scowls, but allows you to get out of bed. "I'm coming," you call, teasing your damp hair a little out of nervousness. Katsuki grabs your wrist, pulling you back in for one final kiss, this one deeper and more intense than any of the others thus far. "Hurry back, idiot."

"I will," you whisper, a smile on your face as your cheeks grow pinker. He glances away, the way you look up at him still makes his knees feel weak, no matter how many times you've done it.

You leave the room, greeting Kiri and asking what the queen needs.

"Not sure, but she doesn't seem angry, so you'll be alright," he says cheerily, patting you on the back as he leads you to the garden, where she'd like to meet you.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was sitting in bed, staring off into the distance, lost in thought. He told you to hurry back, but...what would he do once you got here? kiss you more? The way things were going, the next natural conclusion would be to have sex. Was he ready for that? He was 23, he was more than adult enough, but he had some other inhibitions. He had no experience...you hadn't even said "I love you" to each other yet...but then again...

Mating season was coming soon, this might be his last chance before having to worry about getting you...no, this wasn't his last chance. He had a couple weeks. He wanted to do it now, physically at least, but he couldn't. The cons outweighed the pros. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't do a little research.

He got up, walking to his dresser and opening the bottom drawer. He pushed away piles of old clothes, pulling out a heavy book. The Lystens Buch. His dad gave it to him to do some "self discovery" when he gave him the talk. Absolutely mortifying for an 11 year old, which is why he hid it away. It was a book full of everything to do with sex, sexuality, love life, tons of stuff.

He'd be focusing on the sex.

What it is, how it works, and most importantly, how to make it pleasurable. He's pretty sure he's got the first two covered, but just in case. It was made by Dragonborne a long time ago, but it covered other races beyond Dragonborne, ones who had different anatomies. Maybe it had stuff about faeries.

When you arrived at the Garden, Mitsuki was already waiting, seated on a bench between two rows of sun kissed roses. She shooed Kiri away after a quick thank you, then gestured for you to sit with her. You obliged, swallowing a little with nerves.

"I'd like to know...how much has Katsuki told you about Dragonborne mating?"

That was out of left field, but whatever.

"Uh...not much...M-Ma'am."

"Please, call me Mitsuki," she laughed, finding your nerves amusing.

You laughed a little, looking down at your feet. "He's told me a few things, he said it's like getting married, that it's mainly about s-sex..."

You struggled to think of much else, although you knew there was some other stuff.

Mitsuki shook her head, sighing as she looked up at the sky. "That boy, How does he-" she cut herself off to sigh again, looking to you.

"Well, there are some things you have to know, if you plan to stay with him-"

"I do," you answer quickly, maybe a little too quickly.

she lets out a breath of laughter, giving you a big smile. "Do you love him, then?"

You pause, looking down again and thinking. Finally, you look up to the palace and say with a firm tone, "Yes. Very much so."

"Good...that's good. But, I have to be honest with you, these next few months might be challenging."

"Will they?" You cock your head slightly, concerned.

"It will be spring. Do you have spring, where you're from?"

You pause, the question felt absurd, but the more you thought the more you realized it was good she asked, given she knows next to nothing about your people.

"Well...what is spring like here?" You didn't want to answer too quickly, you might have different definitions.

She smiled, saying, "It's lovely. It gets a little cooler, the grass brightens up, the trees get some color...love is in the air..."

You smile too. "Ah...then it sounds a lot like my spring."

"Well, during the spring, we Dragonborne have a certain...well, a biological inclination..." she rubs her brow, frustrated.

"There's just so much to cover, I'm not sure where to start...alright...all mating is done during the spring. Dragonborne can fornicate during other times, but are unable to reproduce until springtime. Do you faeries have anything like that?"

"I don't think so...we can reproduce all year."

"I see...Katsuki will be going through some changes, and I'm not sure how he'll react to you. Male Dragonborne cycles are largely effected when they sense their desired mate is ovulating, it does a big part in starting their mating process, besides the time itself. With you and your...different system, I don't know what will happen..."

You can see why she's the queen, she's extremely well educated, at least in this field.

"Um, if It helps, female ovulation is on a monthly cycle. There are usually around 6 days of possible fertilization, but about 24 hours of time actually ovulating...t-that'd be on the 3rd day."

Looks like those books on reproduction back home paid off.

She hummed in thought, taking in the information. "and...when would you say your next ovulating day is?"

God, this was so weird. The sudden realization made your cheeks flush red. "Uh...well...my last period was...so It should be...in a week, I guess?"

She nodded, looking down. "I'm assuming you won't want a child, just yet?"

"No, not yet," you say hurriedly. You've always wanted children, but it was so early in the relationship, and you weren't anywhere near ready.

"We may just have to separate him."

"Separate him?"

"In order to keep him from doing anything rash...Spring is just a little too close..." she looked to your face, seeing your concern.

She gave you a reassuring smile, saying, "He will be ok. This is somewhat common, for people who do not wish to have children. He will be kept in the treasure room, and believe me, every dragon, part human or not, is happy with treasure."

A treasure room? You suppose it's how it sounds.

"How...what will he be like?"

She sighs, standing. "The hormones will certainly affect him, especially with how sensitive he is."

Sensitive was never a word you'd use to describe him, but now that you thought of it, it fit well...volatile, that was an even better word. You stood too, and the two of you began to walk back to the palace.

"At his worse, he'll be desperate, frustrated. For him, that will look like anger...violence....but, before hand, you might find him to be quite sweet. I don't know, he hasn't been sweet a day in his life," she scoffed, laughing.

You laughed too, but said, "I find him to be quite sweet rather often...he treats me well."

Mitsuki's face seems to change a little, from laughter to something like quiet pride. She's proud of her son.

Eventually you reached the castle once more, and before you go inside she takes your hand. "If you have any questions, please find me...and if Katsuki tries anything alarming let me know."

You nod, and the two of you go inside, eventually going your separate ways. By now, you were able to find your way to Katsuki's room...nowhere else, though.

When you walked in, you were greeted with the sight of Katsuki laying in bed, concentrated on a book.

The title was scrawled on the front, Lystens Buch, and you took a couple steps closer. He didn't even know you were there, he was so focused. You kinda wanted to scare him, but he finally noticed you once you touched the bedpost.

His eyes shot up to you, before he sighed and shifted. "How the hell are you so quiet," he asked, setting the book to the side.

"Whatcha reading," you ask, not knowing the language the title was in.

"None of your business...what'd Ma want with you?"

You glanced to the side. You shouldn't lie, no point in doing so.

"She wanted to fill me in on all the crap about mating you never told me," you said, your tone accusatory as you cross your arms.

He rolls his eyes, standing up to walk over to you. "like what," he asked, Taking a lock of your still damp hair and twisting it in his fingers.

"Like, all the important stuff," you answer, poking him in the chest.

"What, like we turn into full dragons during the entire mating season?"

"Y-you do?!" Just the thought of having sex with him like that made you cringe, even if you weren't going to do anything together anyway.

He cackled, grinning from ear to ear. "No, stupid. You believe anything, don't you," he asked, flicking your forehead.

"Ugh, you're such an asshole," you huff, pushing his chest gently, turning away to hide your intense embarrassment.

"You love it," he teased, not moving an inch from your pushing.

"I love you, not that," you scoff, not even realizing the words that came out of your mouth.

His laughing stopped, almost instantly, his gaze hardening as he became serious. "What?"

You froze too, looking to him as you searched for the words. "Uh...I...I love you," you repeat. No going back now.

He looked no where but your eyes for seconds, before looking down with red cheeks. "G-good. I love you too...so there."

You smile, sighing with relief. Gently, you take his face in your hand, coaxing him to look at you by kissing his cheek. He turned his head, greeted with a kiss on the lips. With your eyes. Loving eyes. Perfect eyes.

"I love youuu," you coo tauntingly.

"Don't push it dumbass."

"You're not gonna say it back?"

"...I love you..."

I'M BACK BABY, I made it out of the block and I couldn't be happier! Also, might be weird, but I feel proud of myself for managing to write in a version of the Kama Sutra. On another note, does anyone read these? I'm sure someone does. Hey, people who read these, put something in the comments. A ⭐, it'll be our little secret. Love you as always, stay safe out there.

@sky-angel101 @the-galaxy-fiend @chixkadee @ssplague @sappho-the-kitten-tamer @andysdrafts @daria-rona @tanjirofan63 @aizawaslut09 @tsukiiomii @me1297

[condenhorn]

animal enthusiast m!reader + szyoth

content: NSFW, scratching, szyoth cunt, public

a/n: learned about australian bearded dragons, hopefully research payed off writing the lizard dilf while tweaking stuff. also in my imposter syndrome era but i’m forcing myself to write to get out of it. don't really like how it came out but enjoy!

you would’ve never thought that other unknown species existed in this time period. or rather, this time period in another realm.

due to your extensive knowledge and research on animal species and wanting to learn more about these other “realms” that liu kang kept speaking about with your studies, he allowed you to come with him and his “earthrealm champions” to a place called outworld.

now you knew monsters didn’t exist, but liu kang was crazy for saying that different realms co-exist. but you shut your mouth once you entered outworld and got kidnapped by shang tsung and general shao.

you certainly thought this was real seeing kenshi’s eyes were now nonexistent and a type of creature that you could barely make out the words he was saying since your ears rung, holding onto the bars of the metal chamber, desperate for a way out. what more could you expect?

not a reptilian shapeshifter for sure as he changed himself into a human, speaking about how he’s helping shang tsung in exchange for his family. only to realize that they were gone from the beginning once you and the others were let out.

though you did notice that szyoth—the name he told you—had similar characteristics to that of an australian bearded dragon the more you observed him.

how he allowed the rain to pour on his reptilian head so that he laps up water for some time, climbing trees effortlessly, can sleep standing up, a lot of similar qualities. and to that, you got more curious about how similar he is to the reptile.

it started off to be harmless, asking about his diet, heritage and abilities that make him who he is. but then curiosity got the better of you when you asked about how he reproduces, having an embarrassed szyoth at first before he answered that he has a cunt. that’s all it took for an inch to go a mile. you had to know what szyoth said was true.

so one question became two. that became four, and so on. personal, indignant questions that prattled szyoth’s cunt to start eliciting slick, avoidant eyes, and slight waves of his hands. and you knew by contextual evidence that he expected something to come out it.

so you nodded your head. quickly but surely to see if his species calls were similar. and that it was, when his eyes widened and his tail jolted amongst his discovery. it’s been a while since he last mated. more so since his family was killed off but it’s a chance.

so while the others navigated the living forest, you and szyoth snuck away somewhere where no one could hear the two of you. Or rather, hear him.

with szyoth wrapping his legs around your head as you lap him up, groaning into his cunt as it was getting hard to breathe from how tightly he squeezed your head further in. hoisting him over your shoulders with him leaning against a tree trunk for some stability. he seemed antsy, eager to have something since his time in imprisonment.

he couldn’t take it anymore as he urged you to put him down, ripping off your bottoms. cunt oozing of slick decorating the tip as he pushed you to the ground, straddling hips. cock against folds as he eased himself down, clawing your shoulders to draw blood. his head over your shoulder as you fuck into him.

[insomniakisses]

hii! what kind of alpha do you think katherine would be and how she acts towards her omega? <3

A/n: omg Hiiiii!! I see u in my notifs alot 😄

Katherine Pierce as your alpha Headcannon

Character: katherin pierce nèe katerina patrova (The vampire diaries universe)

Reader type: G/n, omega, afab

Warning/notes: SFW & NSFW themes, nsfw stuff will be under the cut, MINORS DNI, OMEGAVERSE AU, true mates (soulmates)

Getting together (sfw)

- okay so this girl didnt know what to do when she caught feeling

- ofc she wants to jus pull u into her arms and hold u forever

- BUT

- shes under the impression u hate her along with the rest of ur friends (the mystic gang)

- and many supernaturals tbf girlie got some enemys

- also why shes unsure

- the last thing she wants is to hurt u or be why u r hurt

- your her fragile little human at the end of the day

- she confesses when shes trapped in the tomb (season 2) and a little whoozie from not having blood in her system

- elena pushed u in for her to feed on u in exchange for information about the originals

- she was 75% sure kat wouldnt kill u

- still kinda a dick move tho 😒

- kat imediatly feeds on u sinking her fangs into ur neck

- after a few mouthfuls her senses kick in

- her eyes go wide AFFFFFF

- from ur scent she can tell ur her true mate

- whimpers as she pulls away

- feeding u her blood for ur wound as she holds u closer

- knows now that she cant leg u go or ignore her feeling bc ur destined for eachother

- glares at elena

- elena is like ????

- “i gave u blood now u give me answers”

- que kat picking u up and speeding to the centre of the tomb

- she kisses ur healed neck softly as an apology

-“u should get better friends”

- “she didnt bite into my neck and almost kill me katerina”

- 😳😒 “i object to the first part, but say my name again?”

- “Katerina~”

- girlie is jus 😳 bc she loves how her name sounds on your tongue

- she shyly asks if she can kiss u

- you smirk at her and say youll give her a kiss everytime she tells u something about klaus and why elenas in danger

- pouty huffy baby but will agree.

- u gave her MANY kisses

- made u sit in her lap tho

General relationship hcs (sfw)

- PROTECTIVE

- she sees everyone and everything as a threat

- an unfortunate side affect from running for 500 years

- JEALOUS AF

- wants ur undivided and devoted attention 24/7

- she doesnt share whats hers

- so so so sooooo many kisses

- hugs hugs hugs

- your chair is her lap

- no arguments

- you will sit there with her arms round u as she kisses ur face and neck

- FEEDING ON YOU (if ur okay with that)

- your blood is the sweetest shes ever tasted

- shes sure its a mate thing bc u taste so divine

- loves jus having u on her lap sharing soft kisses

- trailing her kisses to ur neck and around ur mate mark

- kissing to your shoulder and sinking her fangs in

- rubbing ur back when u whine in pain

- drinking from u eyes closed and moaning in delight

- pulling away gently and kissing you

- biting into her lip till it bleeds into the kiss so u take her blood to heal urself

- did i mention cuddles?

- this a touch starved baby

- wants u in her arms all the time

- KISSES

- head kisses

- nose kisses

- cheek kisses

- any type of kisses and shes a soft soft baby

- insecure of your love sometimes

- questions why ur with a monster like her

- u jus tell her how much u love her and how perfect she is

- speaking of love

- when u told her you loved her she jus

- 🥺 “why?”

- </3333

NSFW

- OH UR FUCKEEEED

- shes rough

- R O U G H

- this girl will fuck u into a coma on a soft day

- choking

- spanking

- clit spanks / pinches

- nipple pulling / pinching

- marking (biting, scratches, bruises)

- ties u up

- owns a leg spreader but hardly uses it bc u cant out power her

- breeding press is her go to

- having u on ur back under her

- knees pushed to ur chest

- wrists tied to the headboard

- pussy spread wide for her

- her dick fucking hard fast and deep

- balls practically spanking ur ass and pussy as they hit u with ever thrust

- her hands propping her up

- hammering her hips into u

- biting and kissing at your neck, jaw, shoulders and chest

- occasionally feeding

- kissing u and sucking on ur tongue

- degrading u

- praising u

- calls u her little cock slut, cum dump, dirty whore etc

- fills u with 4-7 loads before popping her knot

- rubs ur clit till her knot goes down

- then she’ll pull out and round 2 starts 😉

AFTERCARE

- shushes ur whines as she pulls out of u

- kisses every mark on ur body so sofly

- praising u as she does

- soft soft touches and kisses

- speeds out to start a bath running

- uses every fancy and extortionately priced bathing product

- scoops u up and and places u on the sink counter

- kissing your head with a coo at the whine of how cold it is against ur bruised ass

- speeds off to change the sheets in vamp speed

- comes back and kisses you softly as she pulls u into her arms as she leans to flick the water off

- climbing into the bath with u

- setting u on her lap as she leans against the side of the bath

- your back against her chest

- slowly and gently washes u as u fall in and out of sleep

- the heat of the bath and all the relaxing products lulling u to sleep

- holding you until the water runs cold

- gently getting out with u in her arms and setting u onto the towel she placed atop the bed

- towelling u dry so soft and gentle as to not wake you

- picking you up and placing you under the covers

- getting in after you and pulling u into her arms softly nuzzling into your neck

A/n: I LOVE HER SM 🥹🥹

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being harsh to one of my group mates?

(📳🎓)

For context, this is in uni, and most of us are between 18 to 20 years old. We've been assigned a group project we need to do basically, and while there were originally 8 of us, for the longest time there were only 5 of us. The other 3 were unavailable for a variety of reasons - until within the past two or so weeks, one of them (I'll call A) started showing up to some lectures. Not all of them mind you, but a couple of them.

Initially I was a bit 'ehhh' on A, simply because he hasn't shown up until now. However the rest of the group wanted to give him a chance, and for the sake of fairness we did. And for the most part, imo, he's been unreliable. He showed up recently to one of our more important sessions (the session essentially being producing a bulk of the work we'd need to do) and was genuinely helpful, but for me the pressing issues I have with him are that

1. He's inconsistent. He only got to that session because we prodded him about it on WhatsApp, and I'm sure that if we didn't he wouldn't have turned up at all

2. He rarely if at all communicates with us. He responded to one person (who I'll call D) twice and another person once. While in person he's a lot better, getting in touch with him otherwise is essentially impossible.

The kicker recently is that in person, we agreed to have a one on one meeting where we'd talk about what we've done so far and what he'll be able to help out with in the future. I arrived to the location, and waited... He never showed up. I texted him multiple times to let him know that if he's late he needs to tell me, and as I'm writing this he still hasn't even bothered to read the messages at all. I let D, who's our group leader, know and they believe he shouldnt share our grade. I agree.

However, the reason why I feel I'm the AH is because he says he's been having some mental health issues. He didn't specify what, just that it's 'been hard getting out of bed' and the like. He may have mentioned depression, but I also can't 100% confirm it. The rest of the group believe we should give him another chance, saying that depression is hard and that we can't expect him to be fine 100% now, and they've even said that D themself is inconsistent when it comes to showing up to meetings, which is true. They say that they themselves have had similar struggles in the past and they sympathise.

While that's fair, I'm also of the opinion that well... He hasn't even done a lot of work. Like at all. He helped during that session but has otherwise done fuck all. From a practical standpoint he doesn't deserve a grade simply because he's done essentially nothing since we started, even if it is because he's been having a bad time. However, he also hasn't had much time to prove himself that he is capable of helping, so it could be that I'm just pre-judging him out of cynicism.

It might also not help that I'm a very practical person when it comes to mental health - I deal with my own shit, tend not to burden anyone with my issues if I can, and just get on with things. My anxieties were rough before uni, and while it's gotten better in some areas it's gotten worse in others. Yknow, stuff like money, if I'm even eating properly, general life, personal circumstances, all that shit. However it might be that A is the type to get buried in his feelings, and my more practical viewpoint is me being way too harsh on someone who is struggling.

While I understand where my group is coming from, I still don't think A should share our grade. Imo he hasnt shown much initiative if at all for the group, and even if he was struggling the fact that he just generally hasn't done anything means I don't think he should share our grade. AITA?

TLDR: Guy in a group has done not much in terms of participating in our group project, because he's been struggling mentally up until now. Group is mostly sympathetic and wants to give him another chance, while I think otherwise, believing he's had enough chances already.

What are these acronyms?