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Your girlfriend, Emily Prentiss died seven months ago, it came as a shook to everyone but it hit you the hardest and to no one's surprise, you overworked yourself so much as it was now the anniversary so you needed to take a couple of days off.

"You're gonna want to come in for this one" your boss sighed over the phone.

"Alright fine, I'll be there as soon as I can" you mumbled getting out of bed.

An hour later, you had showered and were in work, you all sat around the round table, Hotch was explaining something but you couldn't really hear, not that you were intentionally ignoring him, you were just focusing on nothing in particular.

So when you looked up and you found everyone facing the door, you naturally drifted your eyes there too and there she was, Emily Prentiss.

What? Emily was alive? your girlfriend was alive all this time? all of a sudden you felt more dizzy than you already had, you were 100% sure that you were hallucinating and that you were making this up, until she hugged you, this time, her body was cold and rigid, not like her usual warm hugs, so this definitely was a dream, Emily placed a gentle hand to your cheeks to caress it slowly, you just stood there though, too afraid that if you'll reach back she'll disappear just as quickly.

"Y/N you can't imagine how I feel-" she started, anger rose within you.

"Emily can I talk to you in my office please, right now" you nodded to JJ's old office down the hall, you got there and then locked the door while she sat down on the couch "You can't Imagine how I feel" you quoted back to her "I grieved you for seven fucking months Emily, I lost the one thing that was important to me and I visited your grave every single week, for the first two months I hated myself, I hated myself for not seeing the signs and I hated myself for not being able to get to the hospital sooner, and I absolutely hated you"

"You hated me?-" you cut her off.

"My turn to speak" you barked "Do not come back here and act like everything is fine because it's not, I'm so confused with you, you couldn't have given me-oh I don't know- a heads up that you actually WERE alive?" tears thrashing down your face as you paced the room.

"Y/N please if you could just give me a chance and listen to me" she groaned.

"Why on Earth would I listen to you?" you ran your hands through your hair and huffed.

"Because-" Emily was interrupted by a knock on the door by Hotch.

"You two can go home now" he nodded.

"I- I actually don't-" Emily started, you knew what she was getting at.

"Come on" you heavily sighed as you picked up yours and Emily's to go bags as she followed you like a lost puppy to your car.

The two of you drove home in an uncomfortable silence, you gave her the silent treatment as she tried to explain herself.

It wasn't until you actually got in to your apartment that she finally started talking.

"Y/N-"

"No"

"But"

"Nope"

"Just listen to me"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I love you, I'm still in love with you" she cried, you spun around on your heels and walked up to her, glancing over her to see if she was lying, your speciality was body language in human behaviour, so naturally you were able to tell if someone was lying or not, but if Emily Prentiss wasn't a damn good liar.

"How am I supposed to believe that?"

"Because every single minute of every day I thought of you and I wanted you I only wanted you"

"Em you said the same thing before you left" you sighed as you sat down on the armchair across from Emily, your hands covering your eyes, she didn't say anything so you just sighed and walked into the kitchen to make some food "lasagna okay?" you looked back and she looked up at you and nodded and smiled slightly.

"I died" she whispered after 15 minutes of silence.

"What?" you slung a tea towel over your shoulder and turned around.

"I coded in the ambulance, I died" she whispered slightly louder.

"Oh" you turned the stove off and walked towards her "oh honey" you squatted down on your knees in front of her "I'm sorry I acted like this, I didn't even give you a chance to explain yourself" you sighed, disappointed in yourself at the way you've been acting.

"I get it" Emily forced herself to laugh slightly "If the roles were reversed I would've acted the same way too"

"I'll get us drinks and you can tell me what happened?" you offered.

"Hmm" Emily agreed.

You got up to make the waters both of you silent, you sat next to her on the couch, putting your water on the coffee table as she had hers in between her hands.

"Whenever you're ready to talk I'm here" you smiled, extending your arm to tuck her hair behind her ears as you gave her a gentle warm smile.

"Mommy?" you heard a small voice walking out of a room "mommy who's that?" Emily turned around to see who that was and to her surprise she saw a small toddler walking out of one of the room's of your apartment, blanket in hand she made her way towards you, you turned to silently ask Emily if she was okay and she nodded.

"Hi baby" you smiled picking her up meeting her halfway "Let's get you back to bed, hmm?" you smiled, swiping her from her forehead.

"Okay" she yawned tirelessly "Who's that though?" she pushed the question again, you sighed and looked back over at Emily who was now looking down at her mug.

"She's just a friend sweetie" you smiled as you rubbed her back "did we wake you?" you said before opening her door to her room.

She kept her head down tucked into your chest but you still felt her nodding "Oh baby I'm sorry" you kissed her head, before lying her down in her bed "I love you" you kissed her cheek and then pulled the blanket up.

"I love you too mommy" she yawned and rolled onto her side, making you slightly laugh.

"I'll talk more about it with you tomorrow okay?" you smiled tucking her curly hair behind her ears once more

"Okay" she smiled.

You walked out quietly and shut the door behind her, you started walking over to the kitchen to get you and Emily both a fresh glass of water, you placed them down on the table and sighed as you fell back in to the couch.

"Em" you sighed, your head now in your hands "look-" you got cut off.

"You have a daughter?" her voice came out as a shock but she grabbed your hand.

You nodded "I adopted her a month after you.. you know...she's 4, her name is Emma" Emily looked up at you in surprise and awe

"The name was just a complement coincidence, but I saw it as a sign" you shrugged "I love Emma more than anything in this world and if you want to make it work- if you want to make us work, you're going to have to let Emma in too"

"I know that and I understand that" she smiled nodding her head.

"Good" you smiled as you curled yourself further into her and smiled.

"Are you coming to bed?" you groaned as you stood up from the couch a few hours later.

"I was gonna take the couch" Emily smiled nervously, her hand reaching the back of her neck.

"Em" you sighed "It's okay, I don't mind you can sleep with me but if you want to sleep on the couch I totally understand" you leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"I'll take the bed" she smiled, pulling you down to kiss her lips.

☆

"Good morning" you smiled at Emily, looking down she was curled up on your chest, your hands ran through her hair, untangling the knots slightly.

"Hi baby" she looked up at you and smiled, your heart was racing, this was exactly like it was 8 months ago and honestly you wanted to wake up to this sight every morning "what are you thinking about hmm?" she smiled as she realised that you were staring at her for a few minutes without saying anything.

"I just.. I just I love you" if your heart wasn't beating quickly, it definitely was now, you had been together with Emily for four years, sure you said it enough times but this time, actually losing her, you meant it more than anything in your life.

"I love you too" she smiled as she swung her legs over you and started to kiss you, which made you giggle.

"Mommy" you heard a small voice come through on the baby monitor

"I'm sorry baby, come with me?" you offered.

Emily nodded and smiled, she kissed you again and again all over your face as you started giggling.

"Hi honey" you smiled as you sat down on Emma's bed "why are you up at 6am?" you smiled curiously as you started stroking her curly hair, exactly like you were doing with Emily minutes earlier.

"Um..." she started to trail off and she looked down at her fingernails.

"Hey" you pulled her hands apart gently and pulled her towards you for her to sit on your lap "whatever it is, you can talk to me about it..." you looked up at Emily standing in the doorway "or my friend Emily, if you like" you looked over at her and she had the biggest grin on her face, she walked over to you both and squatted in front of you two.

"I had a nightmare again" her little body racked with sobs, she was embarrassed so she tucked herself in to you "I was a bad girl waking you up"

"Baby no" you pushed her shoulders out so you could see her tear stained face "there is nothing you could ever do that would make me believe that, if you ever and I mean ever, need to talk to me I will always be here, no matter what time okay, just like you did today, that was so great Emma, you did a very grown up thing and told me when you were having a nightmare instead of just staying in your room" you wiped her tears and kissed her again and wrapped your arms tightly around her.

She had started getting nightmares about 4 months in to living with you, she woke you up every time and you were glad that she trusted you that much, you knew that it was going to take some time for her to open up to you and it was a surprise to both of you for it to be so quickly.

The nightmare consisted of the same thing, you still hadn't gotten all of it yet but you got the basics; bad man, chasing after mommy, leaving Emma all on her own, that's all you could figure out right now.

"Okay" you cooed as you rubbed her back, whispering small nothings into her ear telling her it's going to be okay "It's only a dream sweetheart and I'm right here, always" you smiled as you kissed her head again.

"Can I try something?" Emily whispered to you, you smiled and nodded, perplexed at how much she was great with children "Hi sweetheart" she smiled as Emma started to turn around, still tucked in to your chest, but her full attention now on Emily "my name is Emily" she smiled "what's your name?" she reached out slowly to grab her hand.

Nodding to prompt her to understand that it's okay to talk to her "Emma" she whispered as she looked up at you, while grabbing Emily's finger with her whole hand.

"Emma, that's a lovely name" Emily and Emma both smiled, Emma looked up at you and grinned making you smile slightly.

"Thank you 'Mily" Emma smiled as she couldn't say Emily properly yet.

"So I hear you're having nightmares, can you tell me about them?" Emily reached out to tuck some hair behind her ears.

Emma looked up at you once more "you can tell her baby, it's okay" you smiled.

Emma explained the nightmares, putting her full trust in Emily, but turning away quickly, embarrassed at the fact that she did that "you did so great Em" you kissed Emma's head as you mouthed a silent thank you to Emily, who just nodded and smiled.

"Emma?" Emily questioned with her voice low, as Emma turned around slightly.

"You can sit on my bed if you want to" Emma smiled.

"Are you sure?" Emily asked and Emma just nodded "Emma what I was going to say was it's okay to have nightmares, there are loads and loads and loads and loads of people who have nightmares" the exaggeration made them both giggle, Emma already feeling better slightly "I have nightmares sometimes, and so does mommy" Emma looked up and you and you nodded.

"I do, but that doesn't make me a bad mommy right?" Emma shook her head.

"So that doesn't make you a bad baby either" you booped her nose which made her crinkle it which made you and Emily both laugh.

"Are you feeling a little bit better?" you smiled at her, she nodded.

"Good girl, you wanna get some breakfast?" you grinned "pancakes?"

"YES" Emma shouted making you and Emily laugh.

Emma shuffled out of your arms and stood up, patiently waiting for you and Emily to stand up too and go in to the kitchen.

"Mily you come too?" Emma looked up at Emily and smiled.

"Yeah sweetheart I'm coming" Emily laughed as Emma squealed, Emma quickly reached out to take Emily's hand to drag her down the hallway in to the kitchen, you grabbed your phone to take a quick picture.

You followed them in to the kitchen and you sat Emma on the counter in front of you while you made the pancakes.

"Can I help?" Emily came up behind you and placed a hand on your waist, you turned around to kiss her lips quickly while Emma was distracted.

"Absolutely" you grinned, thankful that Emily was quick to love Emma as much as you.

"Em?" you questioned "you wanna pick the music?"

"Disney songs" Emma shouted excitedly as she pumped her fists in to the air which made you and Emily smile.

"You got it, little lady" you winked as you shuffled the playlist you both made a few months ago.

It took a while longer to make the pancakes because you were all dancing and singing in the kitchen, after you did because it was both a day off for you and Emily you took Emma to the zoo and the park.

☆

"When we get here, you have to stay next to us, okay? no running off yeah?" you looked at Emma in the rear view mirror in the car, you drove and Emily was sat next to you in the passenger seat and Emma was sitting behind you.

"Yeah" Emma nodded as she absentmindedly hummed along to the radio.

"Alright" you smiled and blew her a kiss through the mirror.

It didn't take long to get to the zoo, but when you did, she stuck by you the entire time, sometimes running ahead slightly when she was excited for a specific animal but she always made sure you could see her.

Later in the day, around 2pm Emily walked up to a member of staff and three men while you had a slightly tired Emma in your arms, you could see her flash her badge and he walked away.

"Hey what was that?" you whispered as you walked up to her, thankful Emma was asleep.

"Some asshole was shoving that member of staff and he pushed him to the floor and his friends joined him" Emily shrugged.

You kissed Emily "superwoman" you replied "but seriously you're the best" you kissed her once more.

While you walked around a little more, Emma woke up but she still settled in your arms, when a member of staff walked up to you all "Emily Prentiss?" you both turned around.

"Hmm?" Emily nodded.

"I just wanted to thank you for what you did and I was wondering if you and your family wanted maybe a tour around the zoo? for free?"

You and Emily both looked at each other before looking at Emma who was profusely nodding and grinning.

"Thank you we would love that" Emily smiled "but honestly it wasn't a problem"

After your tour you decided to get some ice cream and skip the park and go straight home because she was sleeping.

☆

You drove home and you walked in with Emma and Emily took in the car seat and the rest of the bags.

You bathed Emma and you and Emily walked in to her room.

You and Emily sat on Emma's bed when she stood up and whispered in your ear "Can I sit on Emily's lap?" you had an arm rested around Emma's back for balance as she stood up, trying to hold back the biggest grin on your face, you nodded "of course baby, just ask her first" you smiled.

"Mily?" you both looked over at her, Emily's eyes darting in between yours and Emma's.

"Yeah honey?" Emily smiled.

Emma looked back at you and you nodded promptly at her "Can I?..." Emma trailed off, almost embarrassed at her question.

"She wants to know if she can sit on your lap" you smiled.

Emily's eyes began to water slightly "really?" she mouthed and you nodded "of course you can"

"Go" you nodded at Emma to Emily and her face lit up, she bounced from you to Emily who hugged her straight away.

"Too late for a story?" Emma pouted.

"Um no" you checked the time to see it was nearing 8pm "no it's not which one do you want me to get baby?" you shifted yourself off the bed and kissed her head as you kneeled in front of her bookcase.

"Guess how much I love you" she smirked.

"Alright" you got the book out of the shelf and sat down next to Emily.

About halfway through the book Emma completely fell asleep hugging Emily, truthfully none of you wanted to move so you decided to stay where you were for about 10 minutes.

"I want you to stay" you nodded "you're great with Emma and she already trusts you so much I'll talk to her about you staying forever but I need to make sure you want to do that forever first" you breathed out, running your hands through Emma's hair.

"I want to" Emily nodded "I want to do this with you, I want to be your family, I would never take your role as a mother to Emma but I do want to raise her with you, I want to be her other mother"

"Yeah?" tears streaming down your face as you sobbed.

"Yeah" Emily affirmed, you leaned in to kiss her, and then Emma's head.

"I just love you" you smiled.

"I can't wait to do this with you forever" Emily smiled, tears streaming down her face now.

"Forever"

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celaenaeiln · 7 months

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What is your opinion on Babdick/dickbabs? I personally hate it because it doesn’t look like a healthy relationship especially when Barbara doesn’t seem to love dick all that much

It's not and she doesn't and I don't like them together at all.

Oracle Barbara was mostly fine but I CANNOT STAND Batgirl Barbara and Dick.

Take this comic for instance, Dick and Barbara have broken up (as they always do) and Dick is thinking about it and being sad about their relationship. He calls Barbara to say sorry as he always does

DC's Crimes of Passion

But Barbara's feelings on the breakup?

DC's Crimes of Passion

When Barbara says she's scared of needing someone, I can totally understand that. It's a immense feeling and perfectly acceptable reason but-

"I don't know what to call us. I don't even really know what I want us to be. Or what we're supposed to be."

Really?

This isn't the sound of a girl in love, this is the sound of a woman stringing along a man.

She doesn't want to be together with Dick but she's doesn't want to be away from him. She loves him but can't stand the idea of loving him.

And truthfully? I get this too - because I almost did it myself. A guy I'm good friends with asked me out on a date and to be honest I didn't even feel the same about him that way. I was just friends with him and when he asked me I thought about accepting. He's super kind, good looking, and smart and he's an absolute catch. I thought about saying yes - not because I had a crush on him or anything, but I just wanted to be in love. But I didn't because that's a terrible thing for me to do. I didn't have any attraction for him romantically but if I started going out with him just because I wanted someone that would super, duper crappy of me. He's an awesome guy and he deserves way more than that. I didn't want to string him along. It would make me an awful person if I had done it.

To go out with them just because I wanted someone.

DC's Crimes of Passion

It's the constant back and forth between that I can't stand.

Nightwing (2011) Annual 1

What. Timing.

I genuinely don't understand what's she trying to get at here. I thought love was about working through the hardest times in your life together, achieving successes together, and always being there for each other. I didn't think love was about falling apart during every crisis big or small. I didn't think it was about breaking up when you felt like it and not bothering to resolve the issues that caused you to break up in the first place.

Later on in the comic, Barbara talks about talking it out later and goes to meet Dick but he had to leave cause he got called for a case.

Really. Now it's on the both of them here. They can't be together because then it's going to be a long distance relationship?

Frankly Dick in a semi and Barbara in a vest is...is there some stereotype about trucker families not working out that I'm missing here? what is this.

That's another thing that bothers me about Dickbabs. They never resolve the issue that caused them to break up in the first place. Sometimes I'm reading them and all of sudden Barbara's like "we should stop seeing each other," and I'm like why??? There's literally nothing going on??

Barbara cares a lot about Dick. She cares about his safety and sometimes his emotional wellbeing but she doesn't love him for who he is. She loves the idea of him but not him.

I swear I used to root so hard for them but it's exhausting to like them together when Dick is dumping buckets of love over Barbara's head while she's holding up an umbrella. And then she takes the umbrella and stabs it through his heart.

She can be super toxic when it comes to Dick.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #86

She literally blames Dick for trying to make her happy. In the comic he's doing acrobatics all over the place, fixing her computer so it's easier for her, and generally being overly cheerful for her so she'll forget her pain and become happy at least for a moment and in turn-she literally Gaslights him??

"You can't stop reminding me of what I once was. You can't stop flaunting your own health. You still think you're immortal, Dick, and you're not."

Are you for real?! If someone is walking and you're in a wheelchair, you want them to be in one too because you feel sad about yourself?

And the constant way she talks down to him.

But even this I can sort of understand. Let's throw the blame on Dick here for a split second even though it's not his fault. Barbara is recently put into a wheelchair so she's depressed. Dick is being overly helpful. He wants to do everything for her so he can make her life easier, to alleviate her pain and she's tired of that. That's understandable and honestly they did need a little break here so Dick could turn down his enthusiasm and let Barbara be the strong woman she's known to be. BUT WHY IS SHE BLAMING HIM?? Just tell him you want some time apart to figure out yourself without throwing the blame and breaking the heart of your boyfriend who loves you so much.

Dick here reminded me of family members after their child has been diagnosed with cancer. They want to do everything they can but they don't know how so they keep smiling through the pain and being as positive as possible.

Here's my main issue with Dickbabs. Writers are incapable of writing the two of them together in a way that lifts both of them up.

They got it into their heads that to make Barbara look smart, they have to make Dick look dumb. That to make Barbara look skillful, they have to make Dick look incompetent.

But hey it's unfair of me to use Nightwing comics only (DC crimes of passion isn't a nightwing comic but the point still stands) to talk about Dickbabs.

I'm not saying all Dickbabs is bad. There's a couple that are good like this one

Batgirls Issue #8

They're so cute!!! They look so hot together too

but. Writers as always are incapable of writing Dick as a strong independent character that relies on Barbara.

Batgirls Issue #8

Sorry, Dick - who has beaten Batman, destroyed Justice Leagues, runs superhero teams with some of the strongest metas in the world and has beaten them without breaking a sweat - just lets himself get kicked and punched around for fun? Are you trying to tell me that Dick only fights because people insult Barbara? I can't believe I'm saying this but Tom Taylor has written better than this.

Their love can be so one sided.

She abuses Dick as an emotional outlet for her anger and resentment.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #87

Context: She's blaming him for being sexually harassed by Catalina. Catalina earlier broke into their date night, beat Barbara up in the wheelchair, kissed Dick and kneed him to surprise him before Dick beat her off Barbara.

And not only is she busy victim blaming him, she's also busy calling him incompetent. And Dick's rightfully mad that as a vigilante of nearly two decades she's telling him he's pathetic.

And what does Bruce have to do with anything here? From the Titans, we know that Dick's greatest fear is turning into Batman. They fight so hard to protect him from it, and what does Barbara do?

"Congratulations. You've managed to turn into Bruce."

This makes me the most mad though-

"Bludhaven was managing a long time before you got here."

The anger I felt was incandescent. Why do people fight crime Barbara? I guess Bruce should just call it a night and take Batman for a nap forever. Why was Batgirl created if Gotham was managing before Batgirl even existed? In one sentence, she's managed to trash the multiverses of superheroes.

No wonder Wally wants Kori and Dick together. Barbara's mad at him for protecting her against Catalina. If Dick had just kept sitting and waiting for the bodyguards in that fancy place then Barbara wouldn't be severely injured. But oops. His bad.

After he punches the board she gets mad and leaves and Dick's emotional well-being goes on a downward spiral.

I have other issues with them because Dick's relationship with Barbara diminishes his canonical relationships with the superhero community.

Again - writers' problem.

So...complicated. They could be amazing if written right but right now I'm wavering between being indifferent to them and disliking them. They should seriously just be friends instead.

I need to clarify something first. Barbara Gordon herself is fine. She's cool. But when she's with Dick? The way writers write them as well as her own personality comes out in the worst, most toxic ways.

And that's not even getting into what writers did to Kori's personality and Dick's morality. They just dashed decades of Teen Titans comics to make both of them look evil.

That's not even touching the atrocity of their Dark Nights: Death Metal scene or the way Barbara victim blamed Dick for having amnesia.

Batgirl (2016) Issue #50

This is so unfair. She can victim-blame Dick for having amnesia because she's mad at bruce but if Dick even yelled at her when he's mad at Bruce, it would be an International Incident in the fandom. Where's the equality in this?

I know Barbara is pretty mad at other things in this scene but she has a tendency to use Dick as an emotional outlet

Batgirl (2011) Issue #3

She's literally beating him up because she's upset at losing her fight against some villain and thinking about her own insecurities. He just dropped in to show her some love and help.

If Batgirl Barbara only acted this way in Nightwing comics, then I would be inclined to say that the writers have a preference against her. BUT she's acts like this in the Nightwing comics, the Batgirl comics, the Batman comics, the general DC comics, and practically every comic that has them together. Given that DC is rooting for Dickbabs and trashing Kori for it, there is literally no reason for her to be acting this way. And the thing is, Dick's other relationships have been fantastic. Not just the big ones, but the minor ones too that people forget have been full of love. So why can't they write Dickbabs that way?

I didn't even know how bad they were together until recently. I just kinda glossed over all the toxic components of their relationship because, you know, "girlbossing" right? But there's only so many plot holes you can sell to your readers before they start questioning the legitimacy of your product. Thus my feelings about them have changed.

This being said, I don't like them romantically but I love them as friends. When Barbara is just working with dick as crimefighting partners or friends, they make an awesome team and they're so fun to read. I just can't stand them together as lovers anymore. And really, even their good Batgirl/Nightwing lover moments just seem like it's them being good friends.

They have the potential to be great.

Nightwing (2016) Annual #1

Batgirl (2016) Issue #16

But usually they're just not.

#I know I'm biased but it's hard not to be when Dick is always on the receiving end #I tried to do both of them justice but their relationship is just so one sided #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #batgirl #cl anon asks #sorry if this offended anyone I just don't think they're suitable for each other. thats it

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purplecoffee13 · 5 months

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The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 2*

Summary: “The official fake dating can commence, and so can the exploration of a whole bunch of new… feelings.”

Wc: 4.9k

Tropes: semi-enemies to lovers (she hates him)

Warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, smut (f!receiving), a sudden deep analysis of wuthering heights followed by smut

*2 weeks later*

I'm going to move to Italy, seriously.

Ever since Harry and I arrived at the airport I haven't been able to stop myself from gawking at everything I've seen. That includes Harry's relatives, proving that his entire family consists of solely good genes.

The flight was excruciatingly long and a bit uncomfortable. Harry taught me as much as he could about his family, and we both complained about the hernia we were getting from our bad seats. Nevertheless, we both attempted to sleep, and I accidentally dozed off while leaning on his shoulder.

One of Harry's cousins, Matthew, picked us up at the airport. He was particularly fascinated with my existence, almost as much as I was with his accent. I love English accents, I could listen to them for hours on end.

Matthew led us to our room in the Villa and gave Harry a pat on the back before leaving us alone to unpack and get ready to meet the family.

"He's nice." I note, throwing my backpack on the Queen sized bed we have in this room.

"He's a little shit." Harry chuckles, earning a furrowed brow from me. He waves it off, literally, and sits himself on the bed. "You'll see."

We stay fairly quiet for the rest of the time, unpacking our stuff and freshening up. Well, mainly me, because Harry doesn't have to do half the things I do to look good. It's so much easier being a man.

I shoo Harry out of our bedroom and put on a long, brown dress with a wide slit and some floral print on it. As soon as I've changed, I open the door to the bathroom so he knows it's okay for him to walk back in. When he does walk back in, we both catch each other off guard.

While he is analyzing the dress that is currently clinging to my body, I'm gawking at his shirtless chest. My cheeks start to heat up when I realize that I'm staring, but luckily Harry doesn't notice because he's too busy staring at me. Then, he clears his throat.

"Nice dress."

"Thank you." I throw him a small smile.

It doesn't take long for Harry to get dressed and soon enough we are walking from our room to the villa, where the welcome dinner will be held, or at least that's what it said on the card that Harry handed to me on the plane.

We sit down at our assigned seats at one of many round tables. I don't miss the name tags of Harry's parents, and I'm glad to find that Matthew will also be sitting at our table. It will make things a bit less nerve racking.

Harry places his hand on the small of my back as he guides me to his mother. He looks just like her, and by the warm smile on her face, I realize that it probably won't be as bad as I might think it would.

"Mum, this is Y/N. The girl I've told you about. She's my girlfriend." The words leave his mouth in a way that makes me think someone is holding a gun to his head, and I can tell that his mother thinks the same thing.

"I'm Sheila." She introduces herself, nonetheless. I can tell that she is skeptical of me, despite the warm smile on her face. I know it's a genuine one, but I know that she knows her son, and she'll see something is up if he doesn't get his act together.

"This is Tom." She turns to a tall man that I immediately recognize as Harry's father. He doesn't have a lot of facial features from his dad, except for the nose, that is exactly the same. But the way he carries himself, the way he extends his hand for me to shake, those are the aspects that make Harry identical to his father.

We chat with his parents for a little, telling our wonderfully fake story of how we met. Tom keeps nodding but doesn't seem fully convinced. Not because he doesn't believe it, but probably because of the girl he'd rather have his daughter be with; the reason I'm here in the first place. Sheila remains skeptical, but that is just because she can see right through Harry.

So when his parents leave to get some food from the buffet, I'm quick to swat his arm.

"Ow!" He hisses at me.

"You're a terrible actor, do you know that? Your mom is totally on to us!" I say in a soft tone, but it doesn't discredit my disapproval.

"I'm sorry okay! It's hard to lie to her." He responds, and the confession makes my heart melt a little.

I let him off with a roll of the eyes and we join the queue for the buffet. During dinner, Matthew promotes himself to main entertainer of our table by telling countless of stories about him and Harry and all of their antics from back in the days. Harry seems slightly embarrassed sometimes, but he finds it funny nonetheless.

In an attempt to make me and Harry seem like more of a real couple, I take it upon myself to touch him during dinner. Just casual touching. Some hand-holding—above the table so everyone can see of course—and the occasional leg rub. It's only halfway through dinner that Harry finally initiates some touches to, and I have to bite my inner lip at the way his hand feels wrapped around my thigh.

After dinner, a few tables are removed in order to create a dance floor. People are quick to get on it, but Harry refuses to come along with me. Matthew doesn't let the opportunity to bust a move pass, so I leave my purse with Harry and get on the dance floor with him.

We have a big laugh, Matthew and I. He spins me around an absurd amount of times, dramatically dances the tango with me while a pop song is playing, and throws out some moves that I haven't seen since I played Just Dance when I was eight years old.

After a while I decide to retire from the dance floor and get a drink. Matthew offers to accompany me, and for a second I contemplate whether I should say yes. Then I figure, he is a part of Harry's family and I need as many of them on my side for this whole act to be believable, plus I'll be able to get Harry a drink.

We walk over to the bar and order our drinks, Matthew is quick to spark up a conversation as we wait for our beverages.

"How long have you been together again?" He asks, looking over at me with a smirk.

"A month, officially." I reply, and he raised his brows in surprise.

"Only a month, huh?"

"Like I said, officially." I tilt my head, a mischievous smile on my face. He leans over in my direction, with eyes ready to play, and I immediately start to wonder if the head tilt was too flirty instead of funny and playful.

"And unofficially?"

"Almost three months." I divert my eyes back to the drinks that are put in front of me, and thank the bartender.

"Is it serious? Between you two?" He asks, and I don't like the glint of desperation in his voice. Is this what Harry meant, when he said 'you'll see'? Is this guy seriously trying to hit on his cousin's date?

"Well, I cancelled spring break plans with my family, so I sure hope it is." I flash him a smile before taking the drinks and walking back to Harry.

He's sitting alone, despite most every seat around him being taken. Not talking to anyone, not on his phone, just staring into the nothingness. When I approach, he's thrown out of his trance and his eyes follow me instead as I make my way to him and hand over his drink.

"Whiskey on the rocks." I tell him. He smiles at me, putting the glass on the table and grabbing my now free hand. His legs are spread, so he pulls me closer until I'm standing in between them. He looks up at me, and the sole color of his eyes makes my hands sweat profusely.

"Are you having fun?" He asks, his head tilting just like mine did a few seconds ago.

"I am," I say, looking around a bit. "But my legs are a bit tired... Is there a free chair behind you?"

I squint at something that looks like a chair, but I can't really make it out from this angle. When Harry doesn't respond, I look down at him, and find that he was already looking at me. He grabs my waist and pushes me in a bit. Confused, I let my body follow his silent demands, and watch him sit up straighter before pulling me onto his lap.

My back leans against the table, and my legs are thrown over his left one. I hold my drink in my right hand while my left is slung over his shoulder for 'support'. My cheeks flush at the realization that my ass is right on his groin, but I try to make it seem as if it doesn't affect me at all. He holds my waist with his right arm, tracing his fingers around in a way that makes my body shiver.

My eyes fly to my left thigh when he puts his other hand on it, and I try to steady my breathing as much as humanly possible while the tingling sensation between my legs becomes too adamant for me to ignore. The low chuckle that leaves Harry's mouth isn't missed by me, and it makes me even more nervous. He notices, and strikes up a conversation about the party, his family and Matthew.

"He asked me how long we've been official." I decide to tell him. Harry finds it amusing.

"Really?" He smiles. "The fucker."

"What?" I ask, not really understanding how that question adds up to him being a fucker.

"He wants you, been eye fucking you ever since he met you." He explains. "He has a thing for unavailable people, especially if they're unavailable because of me."

"So he just steals your girlfriends? Or at least, tries to?" I clarify, eyes wide, and Harry nods. "How have you not been in thousands of fights already?"

"Never really cared about it." He shrugs. "Most girls were just flings or one night stands, it wasn't anything serious, really."

"Wow." I laugh in disbelief, and it makes me wonder if maybe he is going to let Matthew hit on me. After all, we're faking this. It shouldn't be relief that I feel when Harry's grip on me tightens as soon as Matthew approaches us once again, but I do, I feel relieved. A little bit giddy too.

"Hey, wanna go for a round two?" Matthew asks me after greeting us both. I'm about to decline his offer, but I don't get a chance to speak.

"She's busy." Harry says in a tone that makes my head turn to him. His eyes don't look as friendly as they did before, and the warm smile on his face is looking a little bit more cynical. Matthew takes the hint and wanders off, a bit of disappointment on his face.

"Wow, you really nailed that 'jealous boyfriend' act." I tease him, my left hand instinctively trailing to the back of his head, where I start playing with his hair. He rolls his eyes, pulling me even more into him. I shift in his lap a bit, placing my drink on the table and grabbing his glass instead.

"Here." I hand it to him. "You haven't drank anything since dinner."

"Wow, you're really nailing that 'caring girlfriend' act." He reconstructs my words, and I roll my eyes accordingly. He drinks nonetheless, and I snatch the glass from him, take my cocktail back in my hand, and turn to him again. I frown when his nails dig into my skin.

"Don't move so much."

My cheeks instantly flush. Right...

I am usually way more confident when it comes to flirting. I know exactly what to say, when to say it and how to flutter with my eye lashes in those ways that make men want to drag you to their bedroom. I can flirt with everyone, I'm not easily impressed. Well, except with Malcolm of course, but that was just because I had a crush him. I act like an idiot around people I have a crush on. But I don't. I don't have a crush on Harry. I hated him until a few weeks ago– no. Until a few days ago. I started tolerating him on the plane. Yes, the plane. Oh god, the plane.

"I–" I start a sentence, looking him dead in the eye while realizing that I didn't have something to finish it with. His green eyes along with the feeling of whatever I shouldn't be feeling while sitting on his lap is making me dizzy. "I'm gonna go get a drink."

I try to wiggle out of my seat — which is his lap, oh my god — but Harry seems to find this whole situation very amusing, because for some reason he tightens his grip around me — pushing me more into his hard-on —then nods at the full glass in my hand.

"I think you're good, love." He gives me a half-smirk like I've only seen those guys in the romance movies do and I don't like how it makes my heart pound. What the fuck is happening to me right now?

I look at him, trying to come up with some kind of response that doesn't end up with me sounding like an absolute moron, and then I get lost in his eyes. The loud music fades, and the only thing I can seem to focus on are his eyes and his left hand that grazes further up the slit of my dress. It's only inches, and he trails painfully slow, but he keeps going because he waits for my reaction and it's positive. He can tell by the look in my eyes, and by the way my grip on his hair is a bit too tight.

The tips of his fingers are dangerously close to my panties, and all of a sudden, the music becomes louder again and I feel like I'm waking up from a sinful dream. I swing my legs off of his and get up, my drink almost spilling because of the sudden action. I quickly place it on the table.

"Pee." I say, partly to myself and partly to Harry. "I'm going to... pee."

Harry looks a bit surprised, but more in a way that makes him laugh. I don't miss how his head shakes a bit before giving me a permissive hum. I begin to walk away when I realize a crucial detail is missing, and so I saunter back over to Harry.

"Do you know where the bathrooms are?"

"No." He smirks.

"Oh. okay. Uhm..." I look around aimlessly, hoping to spot some kind of sign. But then, Harry gets up, and stands in front of me. He towers over me easily, it's intimidating and hot. Two things I need him not to be if I want to survive this wedding.

"D'you want to go back to the room?" He asks, voice gone a bit softer. I nod before I even realize that I am doing it, and Harry places a kiss on my temple. Grabbing my hand, he leads us towards the exit, waving goodbye to his parents before we make our way back over to our bedroom.

The cobblestones define the pace of our footsteps, making a whole lot of noise to confirm us where we are. Not that I'd need those stones to find him—he's still holding my hand. I shrug it off, it's dark and he probably doesn't want me to fall face first into these little rocks.

Once we've arrived at our room, Harry walks into the place like it's his apartment, and he goes to occupy the bathroom almost immediately. I grab my white, floral pyjama set that I actually never wear because I like to wear an oversized t-shirt to bed and nothing more. But, I packed my suitcase with the knowledge that I was going to have to lay next to a man the whole week, so I only brought the cute stuff.

When Harry leaves the bathroom, some steam leaves along with him, and I quickly look away at the revelation that he is shirtless, again. I don't miss the amused sniff, but I ignore it nonetheless. I skip into the bathroom, lock it and take a very anticipated shower. A part of me hopes that the water would also wash this weird vibe off. Like if I got out and walked back into that bedroom, my hands wouldn't start to sweat at the sight of him on the bed.

Unfortunately, I am wrong. Because when I do leave the bathroom, not only do my hands start to sweat, but my heart also begins to pound. Fuck.

I'd actively been ignoring this ever since the party. This stupid feeling, thinking it was just me being touch deprived. But I'm not so sure now. Maybe I do have a crush on Harry. However, I can't afford to think about that too much now, so I shake it off and walk over to my side of the bed.

I throw a decorative pillow on the ground and climb into the bed, trying to act as if I don't notice Harry staring at me. He's on his phone, doing God knows what. I grab my book from the bed side table.

"Wuthering Heights, huh?" He smirks, and I can sense the pretentiousness from miles away. I look at him, then roll my eyes with a smile.

"Shut up, it's my favorite story."

"Why? Heathcliff is awful." He frowns, and his tone is a bit mocking. Not to me, just to the story. But it's my favorite story, so I take the offense.

"I just like the fact that it acknowledges that love can make you both whole and destroy you. That loving isn't always really the ending, or the solution. It can be a fleeting middle, break you in a thousand pieces and then leave it for you to pick up the pieces yourself."

"That's a bit pessimistic, innit?" He chuckles. I shrug.

"I think it's realistic to recognize that spite, anger, sadness, and revenge are almost always born out of love, or a lack of it. I think it's optimistic, actually."

He smiles. "Yeah?"

"Mhm." I hum. "Think it creates a space for empathy, does it not?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Harry frowns, as if I've just opened a new door for him. I smile at his face, full of contemplation over what I just said and I know that I'm inevitably screwed.

He should've bashed the freaking book so I could have a reason to hate him.

I decide that I won't be able to concentrate on anything anyway now that I have admitted these weird feelings to myself—and the subject of those feelings is laying next to me—so I shut the book and put it back on my nightstand.

"Not reading after all?"

"Nope." I chime, my tone sounding way too forced. "Changed my mind. 'M gonna sleep."

I turn off the light on my bedside table and turn around to Harry who is still laying with his phone in his hands. It freaks me out that he is looking at me, it makes me so nervous, but I try my best to be cool.

"Good night." I sigh as my head hits the pillow. I finally look up at Harry—bad move—and my heart melts a bit at his sweet smile.

"Good night."

I am laying with my face towards Harry, mainly because I laid down like that and now I'm too scared to shift too much and look weird, but I feel Harry's burning gaze on me and frankly, it's making me feel incredibly tense. My heart is beating way quicker than it should and I have to consciously steady my breathing in order to provide my lungs with some oxygen.

"Harry." I finally say after three more minutes of tense silence, eyes still closed. He hums softly. "I can feel you looking at me."

I open my eyes, because suddenly I'm very afraid that I'm wrong and look like a complete fool, but he is indeed still staring. He doesn't look like a dear in headlights, he's just smiling. There is a sense of comfort in him that I envy, especially because I feel like I could explode right now.

"Yeah, well, you're nice to look at." He answers, making my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I quickly dart my eyes to his body so I won't have to meet his confrontational gaze — bad idea, bad idea! — and quickly find that staring at his body isn't going to help my case any more.

"Am I making you nervous?" He asks softly, in a way that you could almost describe as sweet. But it isn't, because I know he's reveling in this.

Out of instinct, I look up at him, wide eyed at the fact that he read my mind and my body so well. But I cannot afford this—whatever it is that is hanging in the air right now—so I shake my head.

"Nope, just frustrated." I sigh, which is more a way to get my breathing back to normal. I pull myself up and turn around, my back now towards him, and hope to have closed the conversation for tonight. There is some shuffling from the other side and for a moment I think I did it, I think I won, but then I feel a hand sneak around my bare waist and my mind turns into jelly.

I suck in a sharp breath at the touch of his cold hand and the heat of his mouth on my ear, and swallow a whine at the way it's making my head spin.

"Do you need me to help you relax?" He whispers, and I suck in a deep breath.

"I– I need to sleep." I attempt to reason — mainly with myself — and Harry just chuckles.

"I can think of a way to tire you out." He insinuates smugly and I clench my jaw at his stupid charisma and how well it's working on me.

"Harry, I can't..." I begin the sentence, even though I have no logical argument to say no right now. I want him, really bad but a part of me is forbidding it for reasons unknown, which makes me want it even more. You know what they say about forbidden fruit...

"What? Would you rather be with my cousin? Have him get you off, hmm?" He asks a bit condescendingly, which makes me think the jealous act maybe wasn't such an act after all. His thumb is now circling over my hips and it's making me dizzy, which is exactly what he's trying to do to me.

"No–"

"No?" He plays dumb. His hand lowers to my pyjama shorts and starts playing with it's elastic band. My stomach is on fire and my pussy is aching, it's getting too much for me to brush off. I can't not get off, it's going to kill me. I need life support.

"No!" I whine. He chuckles, kisses my ear lobe.

"That's right... you came to me when he started hitting on you. Such a good, sweet, loyal girl. Sitting on my lap so nicely. Making me so fucking hard..." He taunts, and I start squirming under his touch.

"Harry..." I cry out, because frankly, I can't take another second of this torture. I'm about to implode if he doesn't touch me where I need it between now and twenty seconds.

"What is it sugar?" I can quite literally hear his grin and I groan at the irritating pet name. I grab his arm and try to get out from under his touch, but his grip only tightens on me and he pulls me back into him, cock pressed against my ass. He hums disapprovingly.

"No, feel what you did to me." He leans over to look at me and when our eyes catch, I think my heart malfunctions. "'S not very nice, now is it?"

I shake my head, biting my lip nervously. His eyes dart from mine to my mouth as he breaths out a 'fuck', and he wipes some hair out of my face with his free hand.

He pulls his body away from mine and for a moment I feel like I could cry, but he distracts me by laying me on my back and throwing the sheets off our bodies. He then quickly slips his hand in my pants, grazing his fingers over my underwear.

I look at him, desperately waiting for his next move while he studies my body with a light frown. My eyes go to his sweatpants, and see the straining bulge that hides in it. I go to touch him, offer him some release too but he swats my hand away. The stern look on his face gives me shivers.

"I didn't say you could touch me, now did I?" He states, rubbing his middle finger over my clit, and I curse my underwear for being the only thing that stands in the way of his real touch. Nevertheless, I moan, because he could literally blow on my underwear and I would come right then and there.

"'M sorry." I say softly, shifting when Harry starts to pull down my shorts and underwear. He inspects me, or at least that's what it looks like, and a grin grows on his face.

"I think you'll make it up to me just fine." He beams and starts to circle my clit, causing my hips to shoot up in surprise. He chuckles softly.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He asks and I nod immediately. My eyes begin to feel heavy and I don't know for how much longer I will be able to keep going.

"Harry, slow down or I'm gonna..." I can't get the sentence out because he only starts rubbing faster, and my eyes shut permanently.

"Yeah? You gonna come for me already?" Harry taunts, and I bite my lip to steady the volume of the moans that are leaving my mouth.

"Ah! Oh my– Harry!" I try to sound angry but it's really just me moaning his name very aggressively and the realization that it's his fingers on my clit right now is what sends me over the edge. The explosion feels overdue, and it washes away all the unnecessary tension I'd been feeling since I started fake dating Harry. And now I realized; it was probably sexual frustration.

I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing as well as I possibly can. My legs are shaking and I can feel Harry hovering over me. His body heat warms my cheeks as he hangs over me, leaning on the bed with one arm, holding my face with the other.

"Open your eyes baby." He says softly, and it makes my heart flutter. I am in deep, deep trouble. I do as he says, my eyes meeting his, and the smile on his face makes me feel like I'll melt through the bed.

"You okay?" He asks, stroking my cheek. I nod, head still woozy but not wanting us to stop any time soon.

"I'm okay." I give him verbal confirmation, knowing it's what he needs from me. He kisses my temple, whispers 'good girl' in my ear and moves away from my face.

As soon as I have my breathing a bit under control, my hands reach for his sweatpants, but he Harry grabs my wrists and pushes me away. I frown, and I have to admit that my ego is a bit hurt. I feel like he can see it in my face, because he is quick to explain.

“Believe me I would love to, but another night, okay? Tonight was just for you.”

I can quite literally feel my entire body melt at his words, and it doesn’t help when he gets off the bed and helps me up so I can go to the bathroom.

After I’m done and enter the room again, he is sat up straight at the edge of the bed, and looks at me expectantly. I shoot him an awkward smile and get back into bed. He does the same and we lay silently in the dark for a while.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to…?” I can’t help but ask, feeling like I should return the favor, and still insecure about the fact that he doesn’t want me to.

“Patience, sugar.” He says lowly, and my heart thuds at the kiss I feel being planted on my forehead. The amount of calm I feel is unmatched, and it makes me very sleepy.

“Whatever you say, hot stuff…”

Part 3

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cat-loves-music · 2 months

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Hi Cat! I was wondering if I could request Mattheo Riddle x fem reader who gets migraines? And it would be her skipping class over getting a really bad one which is unusual and so he goes to check on her and he cuddles her, gives her head massages (and she has curly hair or it’s just not described as like easy to comb through so more of a scalp massage ig lol) and whatever else you want to add. Also they call each other like mi amor and cute stuff like that. If you don’t want to write this it’s totally fine! I love your work and hope you have a great day or night <3

Migraines

Omg hi! So sorry this took so long. Finding motivation is a pain in the ass. 😅

I also am not really familiar with migraines, so I hope I do this justice. Anyways I hope you like it!

Warnings: migraines, fluff, House not specified, fem!reader, not proofread!, somewhat shitty writing, and if there are more plz let me know!

The sound of a switch and the sudden blinding light of my dorm room awakes me from my peaceful slumber.

"Come on, Y/n! You need to get up, you'll be late," my dormmate says before leaving.

I groan as I sit up in bed, my head throbbing with pain and the contents of my stomach swish around uncomfortably inside the organ. The lights reflecting off of the vibrant colors of the dorm room make my head spin so I begrudgingly stand up to turn the light back off.

"Not today," I whisper to myself as I chase my relief in the comfort of my own bed.

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Mattheo's POV

"Hey Malfoy, have you seen Y/n today?" I asked him as we sat down in the Great Hall for lunch.

"Nah, mate. I would have thought you would have since you're the one dating her," he answers, shrugging.

I sigh as more of my friends come to the table.

"Have any of you guys seen Y/n by any chance?" I asked them.

"I didn't see her in class," Enzo replied, "she's almost never even late much less not show up."

"Yeah she wasn't in Defense or Charms," Pansy said, worry lacing her voice.

I get up from the table, my heart feeling like it's being squeezed. Something is wrong, I know it.

"I'll see you all later, I'm gonna go find her," I stated.

We bid our goodbyes before I head to her dorm. I arrive there and I knock on the door.

"Go away!" I hear her groan.

Twisting open the door knob, the lights are completely off and the curtains are drawn closed. Darkness envelopes the room, but I can still see Y/n's form buried underneath the covers.

"Mi amor," I whisper, "what's wrong?"

"I have a migraine," she speaks, her words slightly slurred.

I frown, "It must be a bad one because you never miss class, my love."

"Please stop yelling," she whines, "it hurts."

I walk over to beside her bed, take my shoes off and climb in next to her. Snaking my arms around her, I hold her close and she snuggles into my chest.

"Can I get a head massage please?" She requests, looking up at me with her tear stained cheeks.

"Of course, princess," I said, my heart squeezing once more.

I hate that she's in pain, sometimes I wish I could take it away from her so she'll never have to feel it again. I'd bear the burden so she doesn't have to, but unfortunately I can't so the next best thing would be helping her with a massage. My hands find their way to her head as I work my fingers into her temples and scalp. Y/n sighs in contentment as I do so.

"Thank you, love," she says, "that feels so much better."

I provide a kiss to the top of her head, "I'm glad."

For the rest of the day, we stay in bed with our bodies entwined in each other's arms.

Hi! I hope you liked it, but it’s been a hot minute since I've written an imagine so I'm sorry if it sucks. I tried my best to make it decent since I don't personally get migraines, but if you want me to add something, let me know!

@ravenclawprincess33

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wandasgf · 1 year

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ACHILLES HEEL. mdni. 18+.

pairings: dark ! wanda maximoff x fem ! reader

synopsis: trying to get away from wanda wasn't the best idea you've ever had

content warnings: slapping, violence, blood, knives, mean wanda, degradation, injury, threats, allusion to petplay

wc: 2.4k

pt. 1 pt. 3

You're terrified. Wanda was already intimidating, but now she's towering over you with a knife in her hand and a look in her eyes that told you she wanted nothing more than to see you scream and cry. Maybe trying to escape was a bad idea and you should just accept your fate as Wanda's newest pet…

No, you didn't want that. You wanted to go home.

You don't even know how long you've been missing, you don't know how long you were out for, but it feels like weeks. Realistically, you knew it had only been about a day or two, it was dark out when you got home and found your parents and it was dark out just a few minutes ago when you were outside. Maybe if you had waited for the daytime you would've had a better chance at navigating the woods behind Wanda's house.

You're pulled back into reality when Wanda harshly tugs your hair back, forcing you to look up at her. “We really need to break this habit of yours. The ‘thinking so hard you space out’ habit because, well, to be honest you shouldn't even be thinking at all.” Wanda laughs, enjoying the whimper that escapes you when she tugs at your hair. Oh, and you look so pretty when you're scared, the fear in your eyes and the tears that threatened to fall made Wanda feel ecstatic. It also made her stomach turn in a way it hadn't in years, well, she'll push that feeling to the side and think more about that later. “You're clearly not smart enough to make your own decisions so I think you shouldn't even be thinking at all, really. It's not like pets have to think anyway.”

You hate the way Wanda laughs after speaking to you like that, after calling you dumb and making you feel like a child. You were a grown woman, you weren't a child. Wanda didn't look all that much older than you, in fact she looked around your same age, but the way she carried herself told you she was at least a couple of years older than you.

You feel a harsh sting on your cheek and suddenly it's burning like you'd been slapped. Oh. you had been. Wanda just hit you. “What did I just say to you? God it's really like there's nothing going on up here at all-” She taps the side of your head condescendingly, “Your head really is empty.”

You weren't dumb enough to try and hit Wanda back, but you also weren't smart enough to keep your mouth shut when you decide you've had enough of whatever game she was currently playing. “I’m not staying with you!” You don't know where that sudden burst of confidence came from, but it's gone as quickly as it came and you shrink back as Wanda cocks her head to the side, an almost smile tugging at her lips. “Oh? You're not? My apologies, silly me.” She steps to the side, gesturing for you to stand up and motions towards the basement door. “Well? If you're not staying you better go before I change my mind.”

You don't know if this is some sort of trick or another game, but you don't waste any time in starting to run up the stairs, wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. But oh, of course it was a trick because all of a sudden you're falling and you think you're in the most pain you've ever been in.

The scream you let out is music to Wanda's ears, she’d sliced your right achilles tendon on your way up the stairs. Not enough to impair you forever or enough so that you would have to get surgery, she wasn’t a doctor and you weren't going to see one any time soon, but enough that you wouldn't be able to walk very well on your own. You wouldn’t escape now, at least not until it’s healed.

You had collapsed on the stairs, not able to walk anymore due to the pain in your ankle. You cry as you look down to see the blood pouring from the wound. “Aw, baby, does it hurt?” Wanda asks, her voice sounding sincere, and she would almost call the way you sniffled and nodded cute if it didn’t ignite a much different feeling in her. “Maybe next time you’ll learn not to speak to me like that.” Her tone turns icy and she walks towards where you sit, or rather lay, on the stairs. She crouches down, you had only gotten as far as the second step, and reaches up to wipe your tears. “You’re lucky I didn’t do anything that bad, huh? Next time I’ll break your leg, so you better behave yourself.”

You couldn’t really focus on what Wanda was saying, only the red hot pain that was throbbing at your ankle. You registered the threat and nodded absentmindedly, you're not sure it would be worth trying to escape again any time soon, especially not if it causes you another injury. You didn’t know where you were at all, or the layout of the house. You'd have to wait until Wanda trusts you more and lets you outside.

Yes, that’s what you would do, you'd just have to get Wanda to trust you.

You hope it’s not as hard as it sounds and that Wanda isn’t as cold as she appears. You feel herself being lifted and you snap back into reality. “What are you doing?! I can walk on my own.” You panic, you don't know where Wanda will take you or what she'll do now that you're injured.

You couldn’t walk if you tried, but it was a nice attempt.

“Oh? Can you? I’ll just put you down then.” Wanda starts to put you down almost like she was teasing you, starting with the injured foot on the ground.

“W– Wait–! No, I can’t…”

Wanda laughs, knowing that already. This Wanda was a stark contrast to the Wanda who had sliced your achilles no more than five minutes ago. It was strange, you didn’t trust it.

It was a few hours later and Wanda was still being oddly nice to you, she had cleaned and patched up your ankle, let you shower and now you found yourself sitting in the room you woke up in earlier with your hands cuffed just above the bed frame. Wanda had told you she wouldn’t be taking any chances, and that she didn’t want to have to break your leg. At least you weren't in the basement.

And it wasn’t… the basement, that’s for sure, but it wasn’t very cozy either. Although, that could have been because the house had Wanda written all over it and Wanda herself was rather off putting. The walls were almost plain except for one rather large painting of a garden, you thought it was quite pretty, and the walls were a nice marshmallow color. The only pieces of furniture in the room were the bed you were sitting on, the desk in the corner of the room, its accompanying chair, and a set of little blue arm chairs. There was also a bay window with a window seat, it was a nice room overall, but there was one thing that struck you as odd, there was no clock anywhere, not even a digital alarm clock. You had no idea what time it was and those monitors on the desk still weren’t on. It was darker out now, though, so you can only assume it’s night time or at least later in the evening.

You're startled out of your own thoughts when the door opens and Wanda enters with a plate of food. “I hope you’re hungry. You should be, it’s been a while.” She walks over to the bed and sits down. You're reminded of the cuffs behind your back restraining your wrists when you're stopped from reaching towards the plate in Wanda's hand. You stiffen when you see her holding up the fork with a bite of whatever it is she’d brought with her, some sort of meat.

Wanda was going to feed you. Like a child. You hadn’t been spoonfed since you were a child and now Wanda seemed intent on not uncuffing you and letting you eat by yourself.

Wanda arches an eyebrow, “I’m not uncuffing you, so you might as well be compliant. Force feeding isn’t exactly something I’m into.” She sounded impatient, like something had happened since you saw her last and she was just waiting until she could leave you alone again. It was confusing, Wanda was confusing. Just a few hours ago she was yelling at you for trying to escape, and then she was treating you like you were friends, and now she seems to hate you again.

Rolling her eyes, Wanda sets the plate down on the bed and grabs your jaw. “I’m only going to say it once more, and then you’re not eating until tomorrow morning. Open your fucking mouth. Is there really nothing in that head of yours? You can’t even listen to a simple command?” Wanda's grip on your jaw was anything but soft, it almost forces your mouth open anyway.

Not that you had much dignity to lose, Wanda had carried you around the house earlier like you weren't capable of at least walking with support when she was in a good mood, but this seemed to you like the last piece of dignity you had was being stripped from you.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth and allow Wanda to feed you, you didn’t want to risk making her angrier than she already seemed to be. “Good girl, was that so hard?” It was mocking and this whole encounter brought you back to the harsh reality that Wanda wasn’t nice. That Wanda was a killer and that she killed your parents, quite ruthlessly in front of you.

It’s not that you had forgotten, you'd never forget that blood stained memory, you were just trying very hard to distract yourself from the fact that you had been kidnapped by the most ruthless criminal in all of Westview. This was not a nightmare and you couldn’t just wake up, you were being held captive in the Scarlet Witch's house and being fed by her and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

Wanda hadn’t stopped until you finished the whole plate and you thought she must’ve been lying when she said she wasn’t into force feeding. Wanda didn’t say anything as she stood up, fixing her pants before starting to walk towards the door with the now empty plate in hand. She stops when she gets to the doorway and turns her head to look at you, “There’s water on the bedside table, you should drink it and get some sleep.” And with that she was gone.

You turned your head, eyebrows furrowed, how did Wanda think you were going to be able to pick up a glass of water to drink if your hands were cuffed above your head. Oh, there was a straw. Wanda was mean, but not cruel… Well, she was a little cruel but she did care about your health. Apparently. It would be wrong of her to leave you a glass of water you couldn’t drink.

You didn’t realize how thirsty you actually are until you see the water, and you maneuver over to the edge of the bed. There wasn’t anyone in the room with you, Wanda had left, so why did it feel so humiliating to have to lean down like this to drink water. You also hadn’t realized how tired you are, or at least you think you were this tired before, it would make sense considering how long you think it's been since you last got to sleep. Or was it something in the water..? You don't even get to finish the thought before you find yourself fast asleep.

Now, realistically Wanda knows she’s worried about nothing. It’s been years and there’s been nothing that could possibly tie her to any of the crimes she’s committed, but what if this one was different? What if she had been sloppy because of your unexpected appearance? No, she’d done most of the work before you came home and she was sure she hadn’t left any traces of herself in that house.

She’d turned your cell phone on airplane mode before she left your parent's property and then smashed it in the parking lot of some dingy highway gas station so that it wouldn’t be tracked. And for extra measure she put it in a bowl of water when she got home. So why does she feel like something’s going to go wrong?

It wouldn’t, it couldn’t.

She’s really starting to regret not having just killed you. You were causing her more stress than she needed and she couldn't afford to slip up after all these years just because a pretty girl caught her eye.

She groans, “Really, Wanda? You risk everything because you don't want to kill some girl? You don't even know her. And now you're talking to yourself in the bathroom. Good. Great.”

Wanda looks at herself in the mirror, God, she really needs to shower. She usually always did, but she’s been so distracted with you and your attempted escape that she’d only had time to change her clothes. Maybe after a nice, warm shower she’d feel more like herself. She looked down at the time on her phone, god, it was almost midnight, she should really get to sleep… Ah, whatever, if the shower wakes her up she’ll just take one of the pills she’d slipped into your water, that would definitely knock her out.

The shower didn't help at all.

In fact it made things impossibly worse. All it did was give her more time to think and now she's stalking your stupid, albeit pretty, friend Kate's instagram account. For someone whose mother owns a security company, Kate sure was terrible for having a lot of her private life public. You were in a handful of pictures with just Kate, and even more with some other blonde girl.

Wanda hates how her chest tightens seeing how brightly you're smiling with Kate's arm around you and Kate's dog, Lucky, she had learned through a caption on a different post, sitting in your lap.

She might have to kill you just to get you off her mind.

#alice's fics !#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagine

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waterfire1848 · 21 days

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Takes on ATLA characters on a roller coaster? Recently, I had the rare opportunity to gather a large group of friends and go to an amusment park when this idea popped up in my head.

Im specifically wondering what type of person they are when on rides.

Examples:

- Scared Shitless

- Screems before the ride actually picks up to scare the others

- Chill / Deadpan Expression

- Trying to act chill but is actually terrified

- Trying to act chill but can't hold back their laughter seeing how everyone is reacting.

Stuff like this.

Hello, anon!! Thanks for the ask!!

Ohhhhh. I really like this!

Aang - Laughing his head off. He'd be the one who's just having the time of his life and wants to go on every roller coaster in the park.

Katara - She'd be scared at first but once she rode one or two, she'd get the hang of it. I do think she'd a fan of the smaller rides but if Aang really wants to go on a roller coaster she'll go with him.

Sokka - He's definitely someone who acts chill but is actually terrified. He keeps saying facts about how often roller coasters break down, saying it's a very small percentage, and the group knows that's just him trying to calm himself down.

Toph - Scares Sokka to death. She can't see so I don't think she'd be that afraid. Plus, she trusts that the Gaang won't put her on a death trap. So, since she can't see all around her, she decides to make a game of scaring Sokka. She's someone who could bring a screw onto the ride just to pass it to Sokka and say "I think this fell off."

(Everyone else is below)

Zuko - Similar to Katara, I think he'd need to ride once or twice but once he gets used to it he likes them. Unlike Katara, he grows to love them and will constantly want to ride one whenever they go to a park. The only time he's not a big fan of them is when they're in the dark. He has to be able to see what's coming.

Suki - Loves every second of it. She's the one who drags Sokka with her all the time and will calm him down when they get on. Be it a giant roller coaster with loops or a small one with one fall, she loves them all.

Azula - I think she's more of a fan of games that she can do herself. Like those little dart games or water shooter games where she's able to play against people and win something, so when Zuko or Ty Lee drag her to a roller coaster she's mostly just annoyed. She does laugh a bit when a twist comes and Zuko wasn't expecting it (blind in one eye) even if it does get her a little hit from Ty Lee.

Ty Lee - Loves them but also hates them. It's weird. She'll be jumping up and down in line then get on and once the ride gets going instantly latch onto Azula for dear life. Azula keeps telling her that they don't have to go on the roller coasters if she doesn't want to but then Ty Lee pulls her sad eyes and five minutes later they're in line again.

Mai - Deadpan expression. Even for roller coasters that take your picture, Mai has no expression. There could be a sudden 50 foot drop and Mai doesn't look scared or happy or anything. The group comes to find out later that Mai is someone who watches videos of the rides before going on them so she knows what to expect.

#ask #anon #aang #katara #sokka #toph beifong #zuko #suki #azula #mai #ty lee #roller coasters

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Notice Me

Maddy Perez x Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Smut [thigh riding, spanking, fingering, face sitting, etc.]

Summary: Maddy Perez was everything that anyone wanted. You'd stare at her every morning when she walked the halls, just like everyone else. Maddy can feel something extra in your gaze, and she is determined to explore it.

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Maddy Perez was a prize; one of the metaphorical kinds. The kind you couldn't win or buy, it sort of just fell into your lap.

You hadn't understood why Nate Jacobs paraded her around like she was his favorite accessory. The one he couldn't part with. I mean, she did raise his stock amongst the other girls at high school.

They wanted him because Maddy had him. They wouldn't say that, though, they'd lie and say he's just so fucking hot.

Even the thought of shit like that made you want to barf.

You hated how they walked down the hall hand in hand. It was almost as if it was in slow motion. Her in all of her glory and him leeching off of her.

She was a prize, and you desperately wanted her to fall into your lap.

Your eyes were glued on them, like everyone else's in the hallway. Just like the other days, you drank in her appearance; from the bottom to the top.

You always lingered a little on her lips. They were always coated in that gloss, that drove you so close to crazy.

Today was a little different, because when you finally made it to her eyes, she was already looking at you. You didn’t look away, and for a moment it felt like you couldn't breathe.

" Hello? Y/n?"

You tore your eyes from Maddy to look at Lexi, who had been waving her hand in your face. You shut your locker and gave the girl your full attention.

" What is it, Lex?"

" I wanted to know if you want to come over after school. Cassie is inviting her friends and I want to have someone to talk to."

Your eyes darted up in time to get one last look at Maddy before she disappeared with her boyfriend.

" She'll be there."

You blushed a little, scratching the back of your neck," Sorry Lex."

" It's fine, you've always been obsessed with her. It's nothing new."

" Shut up."

" Obsessed with who?" Lexi's sister interrupted the conversation.

You shook your head," No one, I'm going to class. I'll be there, Lex."

The rest of the school day isn't usually relevant. However, today there has been a little change. You can feel someone watching you in certain classes.

Not every class, but enough to make you feel weird about it. When you go to fifth period the feeling is there again, you finally glance back at who has been staring at you all day.

You turn back to the front of the class classroom just as fast as you had peered back. Maddy Perez had her eyes on you like a hawk, and you had no idea why.

Knowing that it was her made you sweat a little bit more. You wanted to look again to make sure you weren't seeing things. So you turned around again, this time properly meeting her eyes.

You weren't sure what the next move was, but then she smiled at you. It was a small smile, but yet it was so captivating.

" Notes are in front of you, Ms.Y/ln not back there with Ms. Perez."

You rolled your eyes at the teacher's attempt at public humiliation, muttering a not so quiet 'fuck you' under your breath.

"What did you just say, Ms.Y/ln?"

You were about to respond, but then the bell rang and the rest of class packed up their belongings. You smirked at the teacher, doing the same before heading to the next class.

" You're Lexi's friend."

Maddy had fallen in step with you on the way to class. She had done it so naturally, for a second you felt like it was normal.

" And you’re Maddy Perez."

She gives you a once over," What's your name, mami? Or should I just call you Ms.Y/ln."

You chuckle," Y/n is good."

She drags her hand up your arm before turning around," I'll see you later then, Y/n."

She walks away, and you can't help, but to watch her. What the fuck was going on? Maddy Perez had a sudden interest in you, and you had no idea why.

After your last class, you met up with Lexi. You filled her in on what happened between you and Maddy.

" That's weird considering like Nate and everything."

You shrug," Everyone knows they're on and off."

Lexi sighs," You're setting yourself up for heartbreak."

You know she's right," Help me pick up the pieces afterwards?"

She punches you in the arm," Let's go."

You follow the girl to Cassie's car. Maddy, Cassie, and Kat are standing around. The ride to the Howard's was filled with gossip you knew little about.

You didn't keep up with what was going on around the school most of the time. You liked knowing as little as possible, it made the day more bearable.

When you arrived at the house, the group split. You stayed in the living room with Lexi while the others went upstairs.

" Still working on your secret play," you tease Lexi.

She crosses her arms over her chest," It's not a secret, everyone knows about it."

" They don't know what's in it. Hell, I don't even know what's in it."

You see Lexi stiffen just a bit," Do you trust me?"

Her change in demeanor worries you enough for you to grab her hand," With my life, Lex."

She blushes, which isn't unnatural for her," Then I promise that it will all make sense opening night."

" Your play will probably be the best thing to happen in East Highland history. I can just feel it," you squeeze her hand, and she rests her head on your shoulder.

" I hope it is."

Lexi was your rock in many ways. She kept you grounded. She was also one of the only people you felt entirely comfortable around. You never had to hide anything from her. She'd been there for you through all of your highs and lows, and for that you'd always be grateful.

There was a time when you thought that the two of you could be more than friends. You tested the waters, but nothing stayed afloat. You were soulmates, but not on a romantic level.

" You want to go upstairs?"

" So you can try and flirt with Maddy?"

You push her head off of your shoulder," No, I'm actually madly in love with Cassie. How'd you feel about me being your sister-in-law?"

" I'd literally puke," she stands up from the couch, and you follow her lead upstairs.

" So what's up with Lexi's friend," you hear them chatting through the door and stop Lexi from opening it.

" Y/n? She’s like a sour patch kid. Sour then sweet. She likes to play up this big strong loner role, but in reality she's literally a sweetheart. If I liked girls, I'd let her fuck my brains out and take me out to dinner after."

Lexi looked like she could puke hearing Cassie talk about you like that. She reached for the door handle, but you grabbed her wrist and signaled wait.

" You'd probably let her fuck you now," Kat chimed in.

" Ew no, and have Lexi's sloppy seconds."

" Wait, Y/n and Lexi are together?"

You could hear Cassie sighing through the door," Not anymore, they tried it out, but like it was weird. Anyway, why are you even curious?"

" You should see the way she looks at me when I'm with Nate walking down the hallway. Like it's so insanely hot that sometimes I can feel myself getting wet underneath her gaze."

The other girls shriek," Not you wanting Y/n to blow your back out."

" What about Nate?"

" Our relationship isn't healthy, I think I'm going to end it for real this time."

" Because you want Y/n?" Kat teased.

" Shut up."

You and Lexi share a glance. Personally, you can't believe anything you just heard. What the fuck is going on? Maddy Perez, the Maddy Perez, is at least a little into you.

Lexi finally opens the door and the two of you end up plopping down on her bed.

Your eyes land on Maddy and you take your time drinking her in. Since she seemed to like it so much, you even let your tongue swipe your bottom lip before looking away.

The girl’s resumed their conversation as if they weren't just talking about you. You and Lexi fall into your own conversation until the group of girls brings the attention to you.

" Y/n's actually really good at math, she helped me with my statistics before she was even in the class. Right Y/n?"

You hum, not having heard the conversation leading up to this.

" Maddy needs help with her math homework, and I was just telling her that you're good at it," Cassie says, and you nod.

" Let me see what I can do," you made your way out of Lexi's bed and onto the floor with the other girls.

You take a seat next to Maddy and get a good look at her work. It was unintentional, but you were leaning over her shoulder.

" Oh ya, I could definitely help you with this," your breath hits her neck as you speak, and you think you can see her visibly shiver.

" Well, what if we just went downstairs for a bit while you two study," Cassie was already getting out of her bed and yanking Kat up with her.

You looked at Lexi for help, but she was also heading for the door," You guys don't have to."

" Maddy really needs the grade," Kat was able to slip out right before Cassie yanked her into the hall.

Lexi gave you a small smile then closed the door behind them.

Now it was just you and Maddy. The tension was slowly filling the room now that the others were gone.

" Where do you want to start?"

" Do you think I'm attractive, Y/n?"

Your face began to heat up," I uh ya."

Maddy smirks," I know you do. Do you know how I know?"

You shake your head.

Maddy takes a finger and hooks it under your chin," Every day I walk down that hallway hand in hand with my boyfriend. And every single day I catch you staring at me like you want to fuck me. Do you want to fuck me, Y/n?"

She bats her eyelashes at you.

" You have a boyfriend."

" That wasn't my question."

An answer never makes it out of your mouth. Maddy tosses her shirt over her head, leaving you with a full view of her pink lace bra.

Your eyes fought to stay on her eyes, but they kept drifting down to her cleavage. Your hands were twitching in their spot, wanting nothing more than to grab a handful of Maddy's breast.

Maddy giggles, flips her hair to one side, and leans forward, giving you a better view. Her finger trails up your arm for the second time today," If you did want to fuck me. You could."

You felt goosebumps appear under her touch," D- do you want to fuck me?"

Your voice was uncertain. Maddy pushed you flat on your back. She straddled your lap, your hands subconsciously laid on her waist.

She dipped down onto you, her breast resting above your chest. There was a small smirk on her lips," If I did, what would you do about it?"

Your hands trailed up from her waist, they snaked her body, and grabbed a handful of her breasts.

Her back arched at the mere contact. You let your body take control of your movements. Pushing ever thought out of your mind. You took one hand to unclasp her bra.

You smirk as she lets out a little gasp. While still pinned to the floor, you raised up as far as you could. Taking one of her nipples in your mouth.

You watch as her head tilts back, and a deep moan escapes her throat. You shift your focus to her other nipple, swirling your tongue around the bud. Seeing her react makes you even more eager.

Your teeth scrape lightly against the nub, tugging at it playfully before releasing it.

Maddy's eyes are hooded as they peer down at you.

" I would do something like that."

Maddy pulls you up by your shirt, smashing her lips against yours. You moan instantly as tongue finds its way into your mouth. She keeps a tight grip on your shirt.

The kiss was so intense that Maddy was unaware of your nimble fingers finding their way under her skirt. You dip a single finger between her folds, collecting a glob of wetness.

She whines, breaking the kiss. When she pulls away, you retract your hand from her pants. You keep eye contact as you stick the finger that had been through her folds into your mouth.

You close your eyes and suck on the finger. The flavor is indescribable, but addictive nonetheless. When there are no remnants of the woman on your fingers, the finger leaves your mouth with an extravagant pop.

You pat the back of her thighs, hoping she would take the hint. She stripped herself of her panties, but left the skirt on.

You groaned at the sight of her bare pussy. There wasn't a moment to waste, you yanked Maddy so that her pussy was dripping right into your mouth.

She was going to make some type of smart remark, but the next words to leave her mouth were," Fuck, Y/n."

You yearned to taste every last drop of her arousal. Her hands were in your hair, forcing your face into her crotch.

" Do I taste good, baby?"

The vibration from your hum only makes her let out a pleasurable laugh. One of her hands slips out of your hand and onto the zipper of your pants. You raise your hips, allowing her to tug the pants down your legs.

One of her fingers prodded your entrance," Fuck, licking my pussy has you this wet, baby? I could just slip a finger into that hole with no prep."

She follows through with her words and slips a finger inside of you. You suck her clit with a little more ferocity than before, to stifle your reaction.

You up the pressure by sticking two fingers inside of her, while your tongue focuses on her clit. She begins to squeeze your head with her thighs. It only pushes you to do more.

She adds another finger and begins pumping into you like a maniac. You cry out into her pussy in pleasure. Finally, you start to feel light-headed. You squeeze the outside of her thigh, and she reluctantly raises off of you.

You gasp for air as you feel her essence pooling around your mouth. Instead of wiping it with your hand, you swirl your tongue around the outside of your mouth, collecting as much of her as you could.

Maddy is eager to taste herself on your lips. Kissing you, the moment you caught your breath. You wrap both your arms around her waist, locking her into you.

Her knee ends up pressed against your core, causing you to jolt. Maddy chuckles as she trails sloppy kisses up your neck," I want you to cum all over my pretty little knee."

Maddy had been in control up until this point. You heard her earlier conversation, she wanted you to fuck her silly. Which meant, you'd be taking control.

You quickly flipped her on her stomach. She was in your lap, ass up in the air.

" I heard you talking about me. Wanting me to fuck your brains out," you give her ass a firm smack," So I think you'll be the one cumming on my knee. Any objections?"

She opened her mouth to say something, but you smacked her ass again, this time with a little more force. Maddy positioned her ass higher in the air, loving the rough attention.

" You're so good for me," another rough hand slams down on Maddy's backside," I think 5 more will coat that pussy nicely for my thigh."

The 1st slap is the hardest, the sound echoing around the room, Maddy almost jumped out of your arms. The second one was lighter, but still stung. You rubbed are red ass before the third hit, cracking across the soft flesh as if it were a whip.

A cry left Maddy's lips, and you could see the tears pooling in her eyes, the worst part of you wanting those tears to spill over.

You left a feather like kiss on the irritated skin before the fourth smack, this time Maddy let out a deep moan as the tears finally spilled out of her eyes.

" My god, you're such a pretty little crier, baby. You could be a movie star."

The final smack was light, barely even marking the area.

You sat back with your palms digging into the floor of the bedroom. You repositioned Maddy so that she was sitting on one of your thighs.

Her eyes lasered in on yours. She began to slowly grind back and forth on your leg. Her hips slowly swirling to drive you crazy. The way her body twisted for you. Her hands planted themselves into her own hair, as she moaned loudly.

She looked angelic as she fucked herself on your leg. You couldn't help, but groan as she began pressing down harder on your leg. She was even making the effort to make her knee just barely hit your core.

" Fuck, Maddy," she consistently began to use her knee to cause a blissful friction for you, as she dragged her pussy on your leg.

You could feel her begin to shake, your hand grabbed her hips so that she kept her pace. Her breathing became shallow. She was searching for your lips and found them.

It was an open-mouthed sloppy kiss. One that was meant to suppress the animalistic sound of her climax. She was clinging on to you. Her skin was hot and so was yours. You were just as close as she was.

She all but yelled into your mouth and her body started to spasm. At the same time, you feel a pit build up in your stomach, not hesitating to use your own fingers to capture your release.

Maddy's fingers were faster than yours. Even as she rode out her own high, she assaulted your clit with her fingers. You felt your hips lift off of the ground, and then it was all over.

Your back hit the floor, your hands steady on Maddy, helping her come down from her high. Your breathing was trying its best to return to normal.

" Ms.Y/ln you're amazing," Maddy smiles brightly at you.

" You're better," your eyes still rake over her body with hunger.

" If you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it out of this room."

You go to reply, but the door opens. The energy to scramble for your clothes is gone. Instead, you both just keep your positions.

" Did you finish the workshe- holy shit !" Lexi was the first one to see the scene inside the room.

" What? Did they fuc- Oh my god, they totally fucked in our room," her reaction summoned Cassie to the sight.

" Get it, Maddy," Kat cheered from right behind Lexi.

" Put some clothes on please," Lexi had a hand half covering her eyes.

You and Maddy laugh, but nonetheless get dressed. You go to hand Maddy her panties, but she just shoves them in your pocket.

" You can use them, when you think about me," she pecks your lips.

" I'm always thinking about you."

She chuckles," Good, I want you to keep that energy when you see me at school."

Thoughts of Nate Jacobs cross your mind, causing you to frown. Lexi was right, this was a dangerous game you were playing.

" Hey, look at me," your eyes return to Maddy's.

" I'm done with him. For good this time. Which means, it's you and me. Fuck anyone who's got a problem with that," She pecks your lips again, causing you to smile.

" So I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

She gives you a playful look," Yes, Ms. Y/ln."

With that she's gone, Cassie takes her home. Lexi offers to do the same for you. She couldn't hold in any of her questions about Maddy. The whole ride is spent describing in detail what happened in that room.

" At least it wasn't on the bed," Lexi has some relief about it.

" Lex, I think this will go the distance," you were serious, and your tone conveyed that.

Lexi glanced at you and then back to the road.

" For your sake, I hope it does."

#maddy perez x reader #maddy perez #maddy perez imagine #euphoria #lowkeyerror #euphoria imagine #cassie howard #lexi howard #kat hernandez #maddy x reader

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ariendiel · 3 months

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Trigger Warning: kidnapping, obsession

Would you do JoeGoldberg!AU Noah after he and MC split in the s2 finale? I feel like Noah would deeplu regret break things off with MC, only for him to keep pining for her years later, gets more obsessed, and then kidnapped her to make sure she's never go away ever again.

Not encouraging kidnapping, just love dark angsty romance.

I love that the first thing this reminded me of was the amazing obsessed!Bobby fic @hopeshoodie started writing (and got absolutely ridiculous hate for smh)! It's also very reminiscent of Debby's JoeGolderberg!Noah oneshot, so the foundations for this kind of idea is certainly there 🤍

I see this concept fitting other LIs more than him to be honest, but like you I also do love a good dark and angsty romance so we can make this work.

For instance, I have a feeling Noah wouldn't be quite as intense, if that makes sense? He's more quiet and calculating, and so would be much less loud and unhinged about his obsession aka love for MC lol. So him kidnapping her wouldn't be a full on and sudden 'push her into a car and drive' away I think. Instead, he'd invite her somewhere nice, maybe a café, to slowly build up trust again. Once he thinks she's relaxed around him and he knows he really *needs* her will he invite her over to his to 'hang out', but of course she'll never be allowed to leave 😌

Maybe he's even rented a second flat or cottage on the country side that he pretends is his home and that's where he keeps her captive, so that she won't be found at his actual place. I have a feeling he's the kind to have thought this through quite well, as disturbing as that is, and he'll make her 'prison' as homely as possible because he really, *really* wants their life to be like that of a happy little family.

Also, I would never think you encouraged kidnapping or obsessive behaviour, anon, so don't worry haha. It's so fun to explore dark romances in fiction, and so I'd love for someone to write a fic around this (my ideas are all free for the taking)!

#litg s2 #love island the game #litg #litg noah #ask #tw kidnapping #tw obsession

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heronoegg · 3 months

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Rewatching the anime a little bit to refresh my mind and I dont know if it's just the anime but if I had to get rid of anything in the anime that annoys me the most it would be AND LISTEN TO ME READ IT HOW IM SAYING IT

the way they went about making Uraraka have a crush on Deku

It's so annoying to the point I dont wanna "fix it" I just want it gone.

It's kinda long what I have to say and if you like Uraraka/Deku this post probably isn't for you

See it would be fine if it wasn't her whole personality and if you dont agree with me that's fine but I just.. it's hard to watch them fail my girl.

My most annoying parts of it are definitely.

- when she was taking her exam with Aoyama and him bringing up mention of the fact she liked Deku made her lose all composeture in a situation like that. 13 was literally caught off guard that she let go and the only reason they won is because she didnt wanna rip the children apart using black hole or void or whatever her quirk is called.

-when shes fighting Himiko for the first time in the forest training arc shes in FULL ON ATTACK AND PROTECT TSU MODE she man handles Himiko to the ground and I'm rooting for her. Himiko all of a sudden brings up a love interest cause she can smell it on or in Uararka's blood or something that she knows she likes a person. This takes over Uraraka's mind and she leaves ATTACK PROTECT MODE and is blushing and confused like a yandere simulator when you see Senpai. like... why is this scene needed? We know Uraraka likes Deku why does it have to get in the way of Himiko potentially almost stabbing or ending Tsu's life right in front of Uraraka? They were in a fight, having feelings for your crush is not gonna automatically flip your brain into "☺ oh no I remembered I like him" she could have just been extremely confused and Himiko was talking about how she loves Stain the same way Uraraka apparently has feelings for Deku, this scene is only here to show us Uararka liking Deku is making her mess up and that's why later she says she'll put those feelings away and then doesn't put them away cause she allows this to be in the forefront of her mind, Mina even teases her about it later with the present Deku got her. There's nothing wrong with Deku getting her a present and her cherishing it but she keeps it in her arm shoot thingy and when Himiko stole it season 6 Uraraka chased her to get it back cause it meant a lot to her... if it meant a lot to you leave it home??? I'm not gonna bring my keychain I like a lot or something someone gave me to the battle field leave that home where you know its safe

-in movie 1 Uararka is first scene stuttering because she was eavesdropping in on Deku and Melissia having a normal conversation about the island expo. Momo and Jirou are angry for her for no reason because this is meant to be perceived as Deku "cheating" on Uraraka by hanging out with another girl and it really isn't, they were literally just geeking out about hero gear and being a hero I rewatched the movie with my friend a little bit and she said "it's easy to ship Deku with Melissa because I dont feel like it's being pushed in my face ''THEY LIKE EACHOTHER GIGGLE GIGGLE'' it literally just showed two people who are more alike than they knew cause they are both quirkless and geeks about heroes talking about geeky hero stuff. Your next thing is your gonna probably say I'm hating cause I ship Deku with Melissa, I dont care about shipping the characters I was just making a point I honestly really need Deku and Melissa to stay platonic and friends cause shipping them just isn't my tea but to each it's own, I'm not saying I hate Deku/Uraraka I'm just saying there was a better way to go about making them fall in love or have a crush on eachother cause so far into the forest training arc and onward it's one sided, Deku never really thinks about Uraraka the way she thinks about him next your gonna say but in the beginning Deku was crazy about her cause he was like "A GIRL TALK TO ME" when he came to UA and when he talk to her on the phone he was like "I TALK TO A GIRL ON THE PHONE!" He did say these things, girls dont talk to Deku, not in his old middle school not ever really, he's a 15 year old boy if a nerdy kid talks to a girl he's going to geek out about it cause that never happen before

-it's just hard in general to watch her say "I'm gonna put these feelings away cause they get in my way" and then she proceeds to not do that even when shes putting them away she keeps bringing it up or its shown that she clearly didnt "put them away" cause she's struggling to not think abo it Deku in every trial she faces. I kid you not I remember her saying "what would Deku do" the same way Deku says "what would Allmight do" and it's really annoying.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk I just wanted to talk about this cause I dont really appreciate how her romance life is handled. If you like Deku/Uraraka power to you but I dont and I can only see them as friends and she had a crush on him but he friend zoned her

#not gonna tag this cause im not brave enough to put this in her tag

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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How about a romantic yandere headcannon of Izzy Moonbow from "mlp: a new generation" with a shy unicorn reader.

Sure!

Yandere! Izzy Moonbow with Shy! Unicorn! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Extrovert/Introvert, Stalking, Clingy behavior, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Invasion of privacy, Stealing, Forced affection, Breaking and entering, Manipulation, Forced relationship

Your personalities certainly clash.

Izzy is very outgoing and easily excited.

Although, she'd get along with you well.

In one of the episodes, Izzy feels out of place in her friend group due to being the only unicorn.

When she meets you? Completely ecstatic to the point she nearly suffocates you.

She's squealing at how she's finally met another unicorn in Maretime Bay, wanting to be friends immediately.

Sunny and the others have to calm her down.

At least they saw your nervous behavior.

Upon being told what she did wrong, Izzy apologizes profusely, but still eagerly welcomes you into the friend group.

That's how you meet the extroverted unicorn.

Her feelings start as an intense sense of friendship.

Due to you both being unicorns, she tries to bond with you through that.

Izzy struggles to understand your shy nature.

As a result, the unicorn tries to get you to open up by bonding.

She's definitely going to teach you unicycling and crafts.

Luckily, her spending time with you loosens your reclusive nature towards her.

While you're a unicorn that prefers books and quiet, Izzy is always trying to get you to go outside with her.

She'd be quite obsessive about keeping a close bond between you, honestly.

Her more 'romantic' behavior starts later on.

Izzy would probably be a yandere, like Pinkie Pie, who's hard to detect.

She's eagerly following you around all the time.

You try to tell her you need some space, wanting some alone time.

Izzy, however, has trouble leaving you alone.

You'll be doing your own thing within your Maretime Bay home, completely unaware of the unicorn staring at you through the window.

She's pouting but doesn't want to be seen.

Izzy seems like the type of pony to hide stalking well.

Even then she doesn't consider it stalking.

While she's more used to your shy nature now, she hates leaving you alone.

Izzy would also definitely go overboard with making you gifts when her obsession really starts picking up.

She's eagerly running towards you, slipping something on your hoof or over your neck, grinning.

"This is to prove we're close as unicorns!"

Izzy probably doesn't understand her obsession.

For some reason she feels happy when she puts the jewelry she made on you.

Not even really registering it as a possessive thing, the jewelry like making her claim on you.

She also isn't entirely sure why she feels upset when others hang out with you.

You're reclusive as is, although when she sees you with Sunny or Hitch, she feels left out.

She thinks these feelings are innocent enough.

Plus, she feels fine when she's with you....

It isn't until she gets more intimate thoughts about you that she realizes a little more about what she's feeling....

She doesn't like you as a best friend...

She loves you!

Why else would she think about nuzzling you?

Why else would she think about hugging you so tightly?

Why else would she be upset when others take you away from her.

Izzy gets jealous, but she doesn't hurt anyone.

She's more just manipulative and clingy.

She'd always insert herself into your life, for example.

The biggest conflict with her and a shy darling is her lack of personal space, as I've said before.

You'll want to be alone in your home...

Then all of a sudden Izzy's at your door, wanting to be let in.

If you don't, she'll just sit by the door/window patiently.

Completely lovestruck about you.

Izzy would luckily never consider kidnapping or murder.

It isn't in her nature?

She won't even use her magic against anyone.

She prefers to just stick close to you and defend her love that way.

She may even be open to you when you're alone about how she doesn't like you near other ponies.

"Maybe I'm just... afraid you'll get forget me if you have so many friends...?"

Her obsession is unhealthy.

She is also delusional if you don't accept her confession.

Although, when she tells you how she feels, you'll probably say yes anyways.

Only because you're shy and a bit frightened by the confrontation.

"Ugh...! I just love you so much!!!"

After her feelings solidify, Izzy will cling more.

Now you can barely keep her out of your house, your items go missing, she's always gifting you.

Did she just reuse your lost items?

Izzy is also always hugging you, nuzzling into you with a strong craving for affection.

Overall, Izzy understands you as a unicorn... but struggles with your shy behavior.

You may also feel intimidated by her due to being shy.

"(Y/N)...! Why'd you lock the door? Aren't we supposed to hang out?"

#yandere my little pony #yandere mlp #yandere izzy moonbow

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freedomfireflies · 2 years

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Insatiable | 4. The Prism pt. 2 (Harry & Dylan & Kingsley)*

Summary: Dylan and Harry are back at it again with the fight for control, but this time...it's personal.

Word Count: 10.9k (Again, you really can't blame me...look at them)

Dylan can't fucking stand it.

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't let this happen. Not again. Not when he couldn't be the one in control.

And yet... here he is, standing in front of the door with Kingsley by his side, pleading with him softly to just knock, already.

He doesn't want to. He can't. He won't. His ego won't let him.

To debase himself like this... to ask Harry—

Dylan wants to shudder, glancing down at the girl tugging on his arm, her innocent, needy eyes staring up at him expectantly.

"Dylan," she huffs again. "Just ask—"

"I don't want to," he seethes in response, stepping away from the door. "No. If you want him there so fucking badly, you ask him."

Kingsley's forced to let go of his sleeve as she places her hands on her hips, watching as he backs up until he hits the opposing wall, still shaking his head. "What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

"Nothing," he grunts, crossing his arms. "I just don't see why we need him there."

"Dylan, it was your idea—"

"No, it was my idea to have you," he corrects, eyes piercing right through her. "You, Kingsley. And I don't want to have to fucking share you with him."

Her lips pull up in a soft smile as she takes a step toward him. "But you did last time. Did so well—"

"No, he shared you with me," Dylan corrects again. "There's a reason I had him on that fucking bench so he couldn't touch you."

"Dylan—"

"No," he cuts in, shaking his head firmly. "No, I won't ask him."

She begins to pout, stepping up in front of him as she reaches up to cup his face between her hands. "I want you there."

Her voice is like silk, soft and gentle. Pleading with him. Begging him. Feeding his ego.

He hates it.

"Kings," he warns, but she just nuzzles her nose against his.

"Please?" she whispers, lips ghosting atop his. "I need you there. Need you both. Don't want to go without you."

He huffs again, eyes fluttering shut at her tender touch. She's way too fucking good at that. "I just... I don't—"

Then... she whimpers. A sound so unprovoked and so unexpected that Dylan feels his heart drop to his ass, jaw clenching as his hands move to her hips to tug her into his body.

"Please," she repeats, a pathetically desperate tone in her voice, followed by another gentle whimper.

She's gonna fucking kill him one day.

"Don't," he warns, shaking his head once again as she slides her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "Don't make me."

"Please, baby."

"Stop."

"Just need you—"

"Don't—"

"Won't ever ask you for anything ever again, baby, please—"

"Kingsley—"

"Please, Daddy."

His eyes are still shut, but his breathing has increased, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he takes.

She played her ace.

The one card that can make him fold in an instant and he wants to fucking slam his fist into the wall at the slight mewl in her voice.

She'll pay for that.

Her forehead is pressed to his as they wait in silence, Dylan doing his best to control his anger as his fingers dig into her hips.

Then, he spins her around and places her back against the wall just like he had been.

"Fucking wait here," he growls, letting go and stepping back so he can stride across the hall towards the door.

She's smirking, thumb coming up to her teeth as she bites her nail, pleased with herself.

Without hesitation, he brings his fist to the door and slams it three times, deciding he better do it now before he loses his nerve.

A second later, the door swings open, and Harry reveals himself.

He looks surprised to see them, eyes flicking back and forth before he frowns. "What?"

Dylan is already gritting his teeth, eyes practically rolling in his head as he grumbles, "Room five. Tonight. 10 o'clock."

With that, he reaches into his pocket and tosses Harry one of the gold-plated keys, which Harry is quick to catch mid-air.

Dylan doesn't say another word as he turns on his heel and heads for his apartment, slamming the door shut behind him.

That night, Harry and Kingsley arrive first, making their way into the room after a round of mozzarella sticks, just to loosen up.

Kingsley hasn't missed, however, Harry's quiet demeanor. He's not... annoyed, per se. But quiet. As if thinking. Mulling over tonight's activities before they've even begun.

She never did learn what happened that night after she left the room, leaving Harry and Dylan to... chat, or whatever it is they had done.

She had always wanted to ask, and there were times she almost did, but then she would lose her nerve and change the subject.

But she wonders now if that has something to do with Harry's apprehensive behavior.

She suspects it must, because every time a sound is made, Harry's eyes dart to the door as if looking for the man of the hour himself.

She almost finds it cute, but she knows that whatever tension is running between is anything but cute.

However, they aren't kept in suspense much longer when the door finally swings open and Dylan steps through the frame.

Harry's glare becomes apparent then, immediately standing from the bed as he strides across the room towards the gentleman making his way towards them.

Kingsley's eyes widen, curious about what might happen next, and isn't left wondering long as Harry's palms raise to meet Dylan's chest before shoving him backward.

Dylan, albeit surprised, doesn't fight the aggression as he's slammed into the now closed door, eyes narrowing as Harry steps up to him.

"Fuck you," are the first words out of Harry's mouth. "I'm not playing this game with you again."

Dylan smirks. "S'not a game—"

"You know it is," Harry hisses under his breath, his tone so threatening that even Kingsley feels nervous.

He takes a step closer to Dylan, peering down as he nods his chin at him, their faces mere inches apart.

"Not gonna be your fucking pawn this time," Harry murmurs, and now, Dylan's arrogant façade falters. "If you wanna do this, we're doing it my way."

Dylan's eyes narrow. "This isn't about me—"

"No?" Harry's head cocks to the side before he glances over his shoulder at the poor girl on the bed. "Is it about her?"

"Yes," Dylan seethes, straightening up. "Always is."

Harry hums, moving his focus back to the boy in front of him, dipping his head down. "Maybe it's about me."

Dylan's breath hitches, something Harry is sure not to miss.

Harry rolls his head to the side, moving in as Dylan's eyes flutter, anticipating something that Harry refuses to give him.

"I think you owe me," Harry whispers, and Dylan shifts against the door, attempting to remain unfazed but failing miserably. "Don't you?"

"No," Dylan spits back immediately. "Fuck you—"

"Exactly what you didn't do last time," Harry retorts quickly, now beginning to grin like the Cheshire cat, hand coming up to rest beside Dylan's head as he braces himself against the door. "Think I forgot your promise?"

Dylan had a feeling that night would come back to bite him in the ass, and he's not surprised to find he's right.

He really had meant to explain to Harry why he never showed, but the opportunity never presented itself.

Or maybe he just didn't create a moment.

Truthfully, he thought Harry had forgotten, and moved on. Which is why he never found it fit to bring it back up.

After all, what happens at The Prism stays at The Prism.

But now, much to Dylan's delight, it seems Harry remembers very vividly what was denied of him.

And Dylan finds himself rather eager to give it to him, but before he can respond, Harry is clicking his tongue.

"And now... you've missed your chance," he continues, eyes flicking down to Dylan's parted lips. "It's my fucking turn."

Confused, Dylan's brows pull together but before he can ask, Harry is reaching up to wrap his fingers around his throat, squeezing gently as he forces Dylan's head back against the door.

Dylan grunts to himself, jaw tense as Harry leans in, smirking. "Show me your tongue," he demands, and Dylan begins to glare.

He has two choices.

But, unfortunately, only one of them will get him what he wants.

Last time, it was easy to take control of the situation because they both had one common goal.

Kingsley.

Of course, she's still their goal, but right now, it's not just about her.

Which is why she wanted them both there, Dylan is realizing.

She might be coy, but she's not stupid, and she had picked up on their chemistry even without them speaking it into existence.

Last time, Harry was simply along for the ride, doing what was asked of him in a situation that he knew would be beneficial to him.

And now, it's Dylan's turn.

Which he fucking hates, but he can't deny that he's curious to see what Harry has in store.

Even if that means doing what he's told.

After a moment of contemplation, Dylan's mouth opens and he flattens his tongue, eyes on Harry as he waits expectantly.

Pleased, Harry reaches up to grab his jaw, giving it a good squeeze before pursing his lips and spitting directly onto the eager boy's tongue.

Kingsley can feel her legs squeezing together as she watches from the mattress, curious to see how this dynamic will play out, and beyond pleased that she has a front-row seat to what she imagines will be the best show of her life.

Satisfied, Harry squeezes Dylan's jaw once again as an instruction, and Dylan quickly closes his mouth, lashes fluttering.

Harry can feel exactly how badly Dylan really wants this, how much he enjoys it, feeling the bulge against his thigh as he leans his body into Dylan's.

And he's being so fucking good for him that Harry can't resist dipping his head down and doing what he's been wanting to do since their last visit.

He kisses him, tongue slipping past Dylan's lips in a frantic attempt to taste him, to have him.

It's rushed and messy and Dylan wants so badly to remain indifferent but... he can't. He's squirming against the door, hands coming up to tug on Harry's belt, pulling him closer even though he physically can't get any closer.

Teeth clash and tongues mesh as Dylan tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss as he groans, feeling Harry's fingers move back to his throat.

And then... he pulls away.

He keeps Dylan still with his grip and Dylan wants to roll his eyes at the dominant look on Harry's face, but he doesn't.

He waits.

Harry is more than pleased by this, watching the beautiful boy closely as he hums, feeling Dylan's pulse race beneath his fingertips.

"Easy," he warns in a hushed voice, almost gentle, and suddenly, Dylan feels relaxed. "Don't rush me."

Dylan nods once, tugging his lip between his teeth as Harry lets go... and steps back.

He turns now to Kingsley, who truthfully, doesn't look the least bit upset that she's been left alone for so long.

In fact, she's leaning back on her hands, watching with a smug smile as they finally move towards her.

"Something funny, sweet girl?" Harry calls and her head tilts as she swings her foot back and forth.

"Not at all," she replies, a bit coyly if Dylan does say so himself, but Harry continues moving towards her.

"Do you wanna try again?" he asks, and she shakes her head.

"Nope."

He begins to smirk himself, leaning down once he's reached her to grasp her chin between his fingers and tilt her head up. "Don't think I've forgotten about you."

"I don't."

She's calm. Unperturbed. The complete opposite of Dylan and Harry almost wants to feel upset that he's neglected his precious angel to the point that she's indifferent to his power.

"Is there a reason you wanted me here tonight, hm?" Harry asks her now, his voice a bit rough with lust in hopes that she'll finally understand how badly he needs her, too.

But still, she shrugs, glancing toward Dylan. "We just had so much fun the last time."

"Did we?" he retorts, looking towards the young boy as well. "Because if I remember correctly, I wasn't having a bit of fun watching him fuck you."

"Aww... were you jealous?"

It sounds like a simple question, but Harry knows exactly what she means the moment she says it, implying that he was more upset about watching him than her.

He smiles again. "Of course. You are my little plaything, are you not?"

"I suppose."

His grip gets tighter, his smile fading quickly. "Be careful, sweet girl. Don't test my fucking patience."

"Why not?"

He leans in closer, palm moving to hoist her jaw up, fingers digging into her cheeks. "Because I don't have much left to offer."

Now she's smirking, moving closer to peck his frown as he grunts, releasing her quickly as she flops back down onto the mattress.

"Fine," he decides, straightening up. "If you need to be shown, I'll show you."

"Good."

His head tilts as he crosses his arms, nodding his chin towards her. "Take it off."

She does, her hands slowly moving towards the zipper on her back as she keeps her eyes on him.

Their stares are locked as the sound of the dress falling from her body is heard, revealing her chest to their gazes.

Dylan's eyes flick down, having missed her fucking gorgeous tits but Harry... Harry isn't as quick to give in.

He can keep up this charade a lot longer than she can, and he proves this by nodding once more. "Good. On your stomach."

His tone leaves no room for discussion, and she smiles softly as she stands to her feet, turning around before placing her hands on the mattress and crawling forward.

You would think she would feel outnumbered with the two masculine figures behind her, against her, in control of her.

But she doesn't.

Not only because the idea of having the both of them tell her what to do is thrilling, but because they wouldn't be here if it weren't for her.

She crawls across the bed, hips swaying gently as she moves before she dips down, sinking her stomach onto the mattress as she settles in.

Harry hums his approval before glancing towards Dylan, head jerking towards the collection of items in the corner. "Get the cuffs."

Pleased, Dylan does just that, and Kingsley can't resist looking over her shoulder as she watches him walk away, long fingers outstretching to the item before weighing it in his hand.

When Dylan returns, he heads for the bed, pressing one knee into the mattress as he reaches for her hands to pull them behind her back.

He slides the metal around her soft skin, pulling it shut before his eyes flick to hers to make sure she's all right.

She smiles.

Harry is beside her next, fingers hooking beneath her panties as he pulls them away from her drenched cunt and down her legs.

Her cheek is pressed into the soft, silky duvet cover as she waits with apprehension, ready for him to touch her.

She never thought she'd fold this quickly, but here she is, sucking in a sharp breath, and willing him to fuck her into oblivion. Never needed something so badly in her life and the longer he takes, the more she wants him.

And then... that sound.

The familiar sound of the vibrator starting up and she knows she's fucking in for it as the bed dips beside her, and Harry begins to hover above her aching body.

"Since you wanna be a fucking brat," he begins, tracing the toy up her inner thigh slowly. "Then I'll let you suffer like a fucking brat."

She whines, already regretting her choices as she feels the head of the vibrator massage at her folds, forcing her hips up as she gasps.

She wishes she could see it, truthfully, but there's something so good about being forced into the mere sensation alone.

"If you cum before I let you..." Harry then warns, leaning down to ghost his lips along her cheek. "Then I promise, I will bring you to the edge so many fucking times just to drag you away mercilessly. You'll fucking beg me to let you cum until you're crying. I'll make it fucking hurt."

She sighs softly, already imagining how painful that would be, and she nods, choosing to let him believe he's getting his way.

Satisfied, he moves back, resting the toy on the bed between her thighs, just beneath her aching clit.

Again, she writhes, whimpering in her throat as her hips squirm upwards and away, so overloaded that she turns her face into the mattress to groan.

And while the sweet girl is being tortured beyond belief, Harry turns to Dylan.

Dylan straightens up, jaw clenching defiantly as he waits for Harry to speak, already foreseeing that he won't like it.

And he's not mistaken as Harry steps closer, eyes trailing up and down his body slowly, as if grading him.

"Figure it's time I pay you back," Harry begins, his voice soft but full of evil intention. "For being... so good to me last time."

Dylan huffs, sensing the sarcasm. In Dylan's defense, he thought he had been good to him. Teasing him with the wand, letting Kingsley take him down her throat, letting him watch.

But Harry clearly didn't think so and now, Dylan can feel his pulse quicken as Harry reaches out to cup his cock still tight in his dress pants.

Sucking in through his teeth, he shoots a glare Harry's way, hand flying to Harry's wrist to pause his movement. "Don't."

And Harry has to smile, a moment of deja vu flashing through his mind as he remembers how he himself was in this same position in this exact same room only a few weeks ago.

And saying the exact same thing to Dylan as he had continued to tease him against the wall, promising to take care of him before disappearing from the room and never coming back.

Harry likes to tell himself that he couldn't possibly have cared less that Dylan never showed that night, but truthfully... it drove him fucking mad.

And now he has the opportunity to show Dylan exactly what he was missing, and he can't fucking wait.

"I hear you talk a lot of shit," Harry continues, voice but a gentle murmur as he leans in. "Hear you tell me to be good. Hear you tell her she's yours. But you know what I don't hear?"

Dylan doesn't reply, eyes narrowed in a vengeful glare as he waits.

"I don't hear you begging me to touch you."

Dylan grunts to himself as Harry lets go so he can step around Dylan's body, moving behind him as he continues his intimidation.

"Cause I bet..." he whispers, his hand sliding across Dylan's abdomen and around his back. "You sound... really fucking good... when you beg."

With that, Harry's fingers weave themselves delicately in Dylan's roots, before they're grabbing, tugging, and yanking his head back as Dylan hisses, his cock throbbing from the pain.

"Don't you?" Harry murmurs directly in his ear and Dylan hesitates, his breath hitching.

Silence. Dylan can't possibly come up with a response, not one that his ego will allow, and the longer he takes, the more impatient Harry grows.

"How bad does it hurt, hm?" Harry asks now, lips ghosting over the skin under Dylan's ear, and Dylan feels his eyes flutter.

Fucking dammit.

Harry's free hand slips past Dylan's hip, fingers tracing the belt on his pants before easily slipping beneath the waistband.

"Come on," he urges, his voice like satin, searching for a response that Dylan is still refusing to give. "Tell me... and maybe I'll take care of it for you."

Dylan knows exactly why he chose those words, knows exactly what Harry is doing and fucking damn him because it's working.

Dylan knows he can beg. He's quite good at it, under the right circumstances. And even if he had to fake it to get what he wants, he still doesn't know how, after all this time... he can beg Harry.

Of all the fucking people, he can't quite bring himself to say the words. He doesn't mind being around Harry in this context, but only when he's in charge.

And now... well, now it looks like the only way to take back his power is by letting Harry have it.

At least just for tonight.

"Please," he grits between his teeth, eyes flicking up to the ceiling, so he doesn't accidentally see the smug look on Harry's face.

Harry's fingers pause, tapping Dylan's lower stomach in expectancy as his head cocks. "Please what?"

When he doesn't respond right away, Harry uses the hold on his hair to tug his head back further, making Dylan's eyes squeeze shut.

He looks so pretty when he's in pain, Harry notices. In fact, he might have to spend all night torturing the poor boy if that means he can watch him cry for him.

"Please, just... just... fucking..." Dylan can't even get the specifics out, can't actually say Harry's name, or ask for what he wants.

Sensing he needs the motivation, Harry's fingers dip even lower, finding his boxers as he slips past the band, forcing Dylan's muscles to tense.

"Just... just...?" Harry repeats in a mocking tone, smirking as he looks over the boy's side profile. "Just what? Just... this?"

With that, his fingers find Dylan's cock as he swipes his thumb over the tip, making Dylan hiss in the back of his throat as he looks down, eyeing Harry's tattooed skin that's disappearing into his pants.

He feels so good, Harry thinks. Feels so heavy in his hand, so fucking needy. It's exactly what he had been picturing and thank fucking God he doesn't have to witness it as it slips inside Kingsley's cunt.

The last time was torture enough, albeit hot. And Harry refuses to let it happen again.

The poor thing is still on the bed, and Harry can hear her breathless pants mixed with the sound of the vibrator as she pulls at the cuffs, cheek still pressed into the silk as she takes slow, steady breaths.

Dylan bucks his hips into Harry's waiting hand, but Harry simply pulls away, leaving Dylan to curse under his breath, head turning to the side to meet Harry's eye.

"Fucking asshole—"

"No," Harry interrupts quickly, stopping the insult short. "That's not how you fucking speak to me."

Dylan scoffs, turning away. "Like fucking hell—"

In an instant, Harry is pulling at Dylan's roots one more time, palm cupping his cock from outside his slacks harshly making him freeze right where he stands.

"That's not how you fucking beg," Harry hisses, and after a moment of silence, Dylan finally begins to see the bigger picture.

He's desperate, he knows that. Harry knows that. Fucking Kingsley knows that, and she can't even see him.

It's obvious. And standing here, getting fleeting touches and meaningless threats, isn't going to get him what he wants.

And what he wants is to finally see if everything he imagined to be true about Harry... is.

However, in order to get what he wants...

Slowly, he lowers his eyes to Harry's, his breathing slow as Harry begins to smirk.

"Touch me," he whispers simply. "Touch me, fuck me... whatever you wanna fucking do. Just do it."

It's like music to Harry's ears, but there's still one thing missing and as he quirks his brow expectantly, Dylan begins to huff.

"Please," he adds bitterly, and finally, Harry is satisfied.

He pulls his hair a bit harder until Dylan is looking over his shoulder, creating enough room for Harry to reach out... and kiss him.

It's desperate, as desperate as the last one, but this time... it's Harry's damn that breaks.

He'd been doing so well, been so indifferent to his own desires, but suddenly, the taste of Dylan on his tongue is enough to have him growling in the back of his throat.

All he wants is to take care of him. To please him. To make tears stream down his fucking face as he groans Harry's name while he cums.

God, he wants to taste him, never wanted something so fucking badly and he releases his hold on Dylan's roots to grab his shirt and flip him around.

Their chests meet, kisses still frantic as Harry begins walking Dylan back towards the bed.

His fingers are tangled in the buttons of Dylan's shirt, quickly popping them apart as he yanks the fabric down his arms, with Dylan's eager help.

The backs of Dylan's knees hit the bed, and he quickly falls backward, hands grabbing for Harry's belt as he tugs him down as well.

And Harry is quick to place his knee between Dylan's legs to brace himself, hands resting near his head as he hovers above the pretty boy still desperately pulling at his waist.

However, before he obliges, Harry reaches beside them towards the vibrator between Kingsley's legs, the poor girl just moments from release when the toy is ripped out from underneath.

She whimpers at the loss, turning her head to meet his eye as he smiles reassuringly, motioning to Dylan.

"He's got you, sweet girl," he tells her, and Dylan's lust-blown pupils move up and down quickly as he nods.

Dylan reckons he's never felt luckier. Two of the only people he truly ever wants to fuck are in the same room, sharing their pleasure together, and instead of having to choose one, he gets both.

With that thought, Dylan quickly moves to Kingsley's side as Harry crawls out of the way.

He begins to kiss along her inner thighs as he hovers above her, fingers finding the cuffs to keep her hands still. He knows she'll want to reach for his hair, but he'll make sure she does what she's told.

The tension in the air is palpable, all three of them so fucking turned on as Harry moves to his knees to wrap his hand around the back of Kingsley's leg, pulling it further, stretching her muscle until it burns.

With better access, Dylan is quick to lick along her folds, nose nudging her ass as he dives in, humming contently at the arousal already pooling on his tongue.

Poor fucking thing. His need to take care of her suddenly overwhelms his senses, something that often happens when he's with her like this.

Which isn't a lot, he has to admit, but perhaps it's dangerous to have her spread out for him the way she is now. Because once she is, nothing can stop him from fucking ruining her tight little hole until she's screaming.

"S'feel good?" Harry calls to her quietly, and she nods quickly as her arms pull at the cuffs, needing something to hold onto, anything. "Yeah? I know, darling."

"Fuck... fuck," she whispers, almost to herself, but Dylan doesn't miss it, his ego swelling at the feel of her unraveling so quickly by his tongue.

He thrusts it harder inside her, groaning again until she whines, her body writhing away from him.

But he tightens his grip on the cuffs, tugging her back down as he flicks her swollen clit, and she reels, his name slipping quickly from her lips.

His other hand massages the skin of her thigh before sliding up to pull her open, finding new ways to assault her aching cunt with his tongue, making her moan into the mattress as she nearly begs for mercy.

"Taste so fucking good," he hums, kissing along her inner thighs again, making sure to edge just a bit. "Don't you, baby?"

She can't possibly answer, they all know this, but that doesn't stop him from egging her on anyway.

"Yeah?" he continues, his palm smoothing up the globe of her ass before he brings it down harshly, watching the delicate skin quickly turn pink. "Know you do, don't you? Know I fucking love to taste you—"

Another desperate cry, her intestines twisting like a rag as she feels the coil burn inside her.

"Good girl, meet my tongue," he urges as she begins to roll her hips back, and he's so damn pleased that he can't resist diving inside again until she's panting like there's no air in the room, no air in her lungs.

"All right, enough," Harry suddenly grunts, reaching down to flick the cuffs undone as Dylan pulls away.

He wants to be upset he didn't get the chance to feel her flutter around his tongue but before he can complain, Harry is tossing the cuffs to the side and dipping his head down near her ear.

"Come here, my love," he whispers, crawling backward towards the headboard as she straightens up onto her hands and knees.

She moves for his lap but before she can ask what he has in mind, he's tugging her onto her ass, pulling her back against his chest as he holds her firmly between his legs.

His eyes meet Dylan's from over her shoulder before he smirks and Dylan returns the gesture, moving closer towards her as Harry uses both hands to grab her thighs and hold her open.

"Did so good for me," Harry murmurs in her ear and she bites at her lip apprehensively, eyeing Dylan who is now dipping his head down to brush his lips over her clit. "Obeyed every word, didn't you?"

She nods, subtly enough that Harry almost misses it. She then leans back into his embrace, whining softly as Dylan shoots her a glare, warning her to stay fucking put.

She's doing her best, truthfully, but what do they expect when they're forcing her to take all this fucking pleasure and never allowing her to enjoy it?

Dylan immediately gets back to work, savoring each second as he swallows her whole, tongue diving back inside, pleased that somehow she's still soaking, growing more impatient as the moment's pass.

Harry wastes no time moving over her leg to slide his fingers up her inner thigh, making her shiver until he finds her clit, pressing down harshly before plucking it between his fingers.

She curses, head rolling to the side as she squeezes her eyes shut, body writhing against Harry's. In response, Dylan growls again, grabbing onto her hips to drag her back down to his tongue.

"We'd never forget about you," Harry tells her, his voice soft as he holds her open for Dylan, who quickly takes advantage of the new position. "Hm? Always take good care of our girl."

It's the first time he's ever said our and both Kingsley and Dylan take notice, and despite the fact that Dylan still feels as if she's his, not theirs... he quite enjoys hearing Harry admit it.

As he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge, Harry moves one hand to her chest, tweaking her nipple mercilessly as he kisses down her neck, tracing his name into her skin until she's covered in him.

It feels good to kiss her like this. He's always loved her soft skin, her gentle demeanor, and borderline innocent persona. Especially now, when she's helpless, squirming against him as the beautiful boy between her thighs ruins her repeatedly, forcing her to beg so loudly for him to go faster that the whole club can surely hear.

And it feeds Dylan's ego to no end, getting to stare up not only into her face but into Harry's. He looks so damn proud of Dylan, and Dylan's heart swells as he smirks, moving up to spit directly onto the poor girl's clit before sucking it into his mouth.

Harry can tell she's doing her best to hold off, but he wants to see her cum, wants to see Dylan's eyes roll back when she does. Needs to see.

"Okay," he whispers as he pulls her earlobe between his teeth. "S'a good girl. So fucking good. Now, yeah? Go on."

Her jaw drops as she whimpers, eyes locked on Dylan as it finally overtakes her, the stars shooting in her mind like fireworks, forcing her body to tense as it flows over and through.

She sinks into Harry's arms, and he's quick to release her leg so he can wrap both arms around her body, tugging her further into his chest as he kisses her neck once more.

"So good," he repeatedly tells her. "So fucking good, baby."

He loves praising her just as much as she loves hearing it. It's become their little tradition, each come down is followed by soft reassurances that they've both come to adore.

And while Dylan does feel a bit left out, he can't help but sit back on his knees, watching them with admiration as Harry's eyes flutter shut, holding onto the sweet girl as she places her hands atop his and melts into his touch.

He then steps off the bed so he can move towards the side where Harry is still residing, towering over him as Harry slowly looks up and over.

Surprised that the young boy guessed what he wanted before he even asked, Harry begins to smile smugly, reaching up to grasp onto Dylan's jaw as he tugs his face closer.

This time, Harry is showcasing his tongue, silently demanding a taste of her as Dylan eagerly brings his lips together and lets the spit dribble into Harry's willing mouth.

And after he's gotten a good taste, Dylan dips his head down, fingers around Harry's wrist to get him to move his hand to his throat as he kisses him hungrily.

Happy to oblige, Harry does just that, squeezing firmly as he lets the boy explore his mouth with his tongue, grunting against his lips with satisfaction.

Kingsley, still a bit hazy, turns her body so she can kiss along Harry's neck, gentle fingers slipping down through the buttons of his own fancy shirt as she delicately undoes them.

He can't deny that he adores a bit of the attention, from both his needy little whores, and while he can't wait to show them exactly what he's capable of... he's happy to sit back and let them take care of him.

At least for a moment.

However, the moment passes as quickly as it began, with Harry releasing Dylan's throat so he can slap Kingsley's hips in an attempt to get her to move.

She does, hissing some at the sensitivity as she moves onto the other side of the bed as Harry swings his legs off the edge so he can stand beside Dylan.

He pauses a moment, taking in the curious expression on Dylan's face before nodding his chin towards the bed where she still lies.

And more than happy to oblige, Dylan moves back to the bed, crawling towards her before moving to straddle her waist, leaning down to kiss her tenderly.

This time, Harry is the one to admire them, watching as Dylan moves onto his side, with Kingsley doing the same, both of them curled into each other as he tucks her hair behind her ear, tongue gingerly slipping past her lips.

It's slow and sensual, and such a passionate moment for just the two of them.

Her hands are moving along his bare chest, feeling the dip of his stomach, the sculpt of his abs, the way his skin erupts in goosebumps at her soft caress.

She smiles into their kiss, more than pleased with herself, and with him for reacting to her so genuinely.

After a moment more of observation, Harry walks to the end of the bed, placing his knee on the mattress to brace himself as he moves toward them.

Their legs are tangled together much like their tongues, a collection of breathless sighs and eager hushed promises.

"Can't fucking stand it," Dylan is whispering to her, just loud enough to catch Harry's ear. "Never going this long again—"

"I know," she murmurs back, rolling her head to the side as he moves down her neck. "Please, Dyl… please—"

"Shh," he replies, a bit more urgently, teeth moving for the same spot that Harry made, marking her just like he had right over it until she's whimpering from the pain.

Harry doesn't dare break them up. Why would he? He's generous after all, and he knows they need this.

So, he simply enjoys the show, his hand coming up to smooth along Dylan's leg, subtly alerting him of his presence.

He can see Dylan's breath hitch, but he makes no move to acknowledge it, simply continuing to tug the darling girl into his body as he gropes at her breast, sighing contently at the way it fits in his palm.

But Harry isn't discouraged. He slides his hand up until he can tug the zipper down, and as he works to remove Dylan's pants, Kingsley reaches down to help assist him.

She slips her tiny hands into his briefs as Dylan groans into her mouth, glancing down with lust as she gives his cock a good squeeze, her thumb quickly swiping over the tip, just to feel how fucking desperate he is.

Harry wants to smirk as she coyly glances over at him, pulling Dylan's cock from his boxers as Harry crawls a bit closer.

His hand envelopes hers, and for a moment, they work in unison, making sure each inch is being paid attention to as Dylan curses loudly, turning his face into the pillow as he groans again.

Harry breaks out in a smug smile as he meets Kingsley's eye, and she hums, moving in to kiss down Dylan's chest, flicking her tongue over his nipple.

He's quick to suck in air through his gritted teeth, glancing down with desire as he watches her pull it between her teeth.

"Fuck," he mumbles, hand sliding around the back of her neck as he squeezes. "Shit, baby—"

But she's doing it again, this time on the other side, and as her hand drops from his cock, Harry takes over.

He's being stimulated at almost every turn, his breathing erratic, chest rising and falling quickly as his eyes flutter.

When she finally pulls away from his chest, he uses the hold on her neck to tug her back up to him, kissing her deeply as Harry continues to slide his hand up and down Dylan's cock.

He's never felt happier and while a part of his ego hates that Harry is calling the shots, he can't deny that... it might be worth it.

At least for now.

Harry's movements are becoming more aggressive, trying to match Dylan's energy because he can tell the poor thing is worked up beyond belief.

He's hard and heavy and hot in Harry's hand, fucking leaking down his knuckles in such a pathetically desperate way that Harry hums and leans closer.

"Look at him," he demands of Kingsley, and she pulls back so she can glance down. "S'cute, isn't it? Pretty Boy needs you so bad, doesn't he?"

Her eyes grow wide, her mouthwatering as she watches Harry's familiar hand pump him up and down, lips falling into a pout as she gazes up at him.

And Harry smiles at her, and quickly glances towards Dylan to see that he's frowning again, clearly annoyed but so fucking turned on that he can't be bothered to care what they're saying.

So, instead, he reaches for Kingsley's throat to tug her back into him, kissing her fervently as a way to distract himself, getting lost in her feel as Harry continues to bring him closer to the edge.

But Harry can tell he's resisting. He has to be, there's no way he's not holding off when he's this fucking worked up.

His stomach is quivering, his nails scratching down Kingsley's throat, his jaw clenched tightly, despite Kingsley's delicate fingers running over it.

"What's the matter, hm?" Harry calls then, squeezing the head of Dylan's cock as Dylan turns to bury his face in the mattress. "Gone shy?"

Picking up on Harry's observation, Kingsley turns to Dylan quietly, pulling his face back out and nudging her nose against his to plead with him. "What?" she asks softly, sensing that in this moment, her friend is fighting more than his orgasm.

But his ego.

Dylan shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut as she kisses his bottom lip. "No," he whispers, the words exhaled into the air, so low that she almost misses it. "Can't."

She glances over his face, noticing the pull in his brows, and the way his expression has become tortured.

"It's okay," she tells him, just as quietly, her thumb stroking his cheek. "S'okay, Dylan. Do it for us, yeah?"

"Shit," he grunts again, shaking his head once more as Harry's movements become more determined, fucking pumping him for all he's worth. "Can't. Don't... just... I can't—"

Kingsley's heart almost breaks for him, knowing that it's not just about coming... but about letting go. Physically, mentally... emotionally.

She nuzzles her nose against his once more, kissing him softly as she replies, "I've got you, baby. M'right here, yeah? Please... please. Need it..."

And maybe Dylan shouldn't feel so worried about what coming by Harry's hand will mean, but he does, and even her soft reassurances do little to calm him. His heart races inside his chest the closer he gets, Harry's rough fingertips doing unspeakable things to his mind as he takes a deep breath.

Kinglsey is holding onto his face tight, kissing away all his troubles, whimpering softly in her throat to encourage him.

And to really put the final nail in the coffin, she adds, "Please, Daddy."

God, she's such a fucking devil. Knows exactly how to play him like a fucking fiddle, and with her needy whines in his ear... he lets go.

He doesn't look at Harry, doesn't even acknowledge him, which pisses Harry off to no end, although maybe... he can understand.

And Harry doesn't stop, continues to do everything he can to make it last for as long as possible, the most delicious moan slipping from Dylan's throat that has Harry's eyes fluttering shut as his heart pounds.

It's music. Sweet, sweet music and Kingsley dips her head down again to flick her tongue over the peak of his nipple, aiding him in his pleasure.

Poor Dylan has barely caught his breath when Harry is moving his head down, licking a strip along the cum dripping down his cock.

He hisses—loudly, fingers flying to Harry's curls as he tugs Harry back up and away, body twisting so he can look at the bastard.

And Harry smirks, hands on either side of Dylan's hips to hold himself up as he waits for Dylan's response.

Dylan can only glare at him, watching as Harry licks his tongue along his lips to get the remaining drops, and he's so fucking annoyed and aroused that he doesn't know what to do or say.

He's lying on his back now, Kingsley still tucked into his side, both their eyes on Harry now.

And with his hair still being held, Harry returns to his assault, humming as he swallows each drop.

Dylan wants to stop him. Wants to pull him away and discard him, but... he doesn't. He lets it happen, watching intently as Harry wraps his lips around the tip to collect everything he can.

Harry might be the one in charge, but Dylan has never seen something so fucking submissive in his life.

Harry, on his hands and knees, with Dylan down his throat as they lock eyes, connected despite everything else.

And maybe that's all Harry really wanted. Maybe he just wants to make Dylan feel good the way he knows he can.

And maybe everything else is a façade just to get what he wants.

But, truthfully, it doesn't matter.

What matters is this moment between them, one that won't soon be forgotten by any of the parties involved, and before Kingsley can really feel too wonderstruck... Harry is looking to her.

His finger raises in the air, beckoning her closer, and she quickly moves up, crawling towards where he's waiting as he reaches out to cup her face.

He brings her in for a needy and long overdue kiss, sharing Dylan's taste generously as she whines, causing Harry to smirk.

"Like it, hm?" he mumbles against her lips, and she nods zealously, running her fingers through his curls as she straightens up onto her knees for leverage, taking the kiss deeper.

And Dylan lets them, leaning back against the pillows as he attempts to catch his breath.

His eyes are glazing over with lust once more as he watches the two of them, a sight that used to cause him discomfort but now he can see it for what it really is.

Need.

A need they share and he's happy to share in her need even if he doesn't enjoy sharing her.

When they finally pull apart, Harry's eyes narrow, looking to Dylan as he grabs his ankles and tugs him closer towards where they're sitting near the edge of the bed.

Surprised, Dylan is forced into his back, arms resting near his head as Kingsley moves to the side to make room.

Harry places his palms on the mattress near Dylan's hands as he leans down, caging the poor boy in as he begins to look over his face.

And Dylan can do nothing but blink up at him, a little caught off guard but insanely curious as he waits.

"Thought a lot about how I'd have you for the first time," Harry begins, his tone hungry and low. "How I'd take you. How fucking pathetic you'd look, tied to that bench, begging me to touch you."

Dylan swallows but quickly shoots the malevolent man a glare, reminding him that he won't take this lying down... figuratively speaking.

"Thought about how pretty you'd look..." Harry continues, dipping his head down to ghost his lips along Dylan's jaw. "Down on your knees... while I came down your throat."

Dylan's lashes flutter quickly as he attempts to maintain his resentment, but it becomes much harder when Harry's voice turns to soft silk, lips mere centimeters from his own, and suddenly it's been way too fucking long since he's tasted Harry's tongue.

"But you've been so good," Harry murmurs, both Dylan and Harry nodding as he says this. "Yeah? Yeah, pretty boy. You have, I know. And I think it's only fair... I show you... exactly what you missed leaving me alone that night."

And back to this. Dylan's lips part, ready to explain, but Harry cocks his head to the side, shooting him a look of warning.

"You say this is for her," Harry continues, and Dylan glances over towards Kingsley, who sits silently, her eyes wide. "Yeah? I agree. I agree that she wanted you here tonight and I agree that she deserves to feel you."

So far, so good. Dylan can't really see the problem except he knows the other ball is about to drop.

"So I'm gonna let you. I'm gonna let you fuck my girlfriend. Just like you did last time... while making me watch," Harry continues, almost bitterly, and Dylan begins to smirk.

He isn't wrong, and Dylan begins to relive that night in his mind as Harry recalls each detail for them, and he remembers how pretty Kingsley looked underneath him. Fucking magic.

Then, suddenly, Harry pulls back, eyeing the curious boy beneath him as he mumbles, "Except this time... I'm gonna fuck you."

Now the picture is finally starting to come together, and Kingsley can feel her pulse race as she looks down at Dylan.

His eyes are wide, clearly mesmerized by the proposition, and she can hardly blame him.

Although she is a bit curious to see how well he'll respond.

And Harry is, too. His brow quirks up, waiting expectantly for Dylan to reply, to consent, to react.

But... he doesn't.

He simply blinks up at Harry, like the idea is causing a glitch in his brain.

"That's how I'm gonna have you," Harry decides to continue, letting his lips graze Dylan's for another second. "Gonna watch you fuck her while I ruin you."

Dylan's lids are shutting softly, practically getting swept up in the words alone but before he can fully succumb, Harry leans back up, resting on his knees as he looks down.

The pink and purple lights all about the room are beginning to blur like watercolors in Dylan's mind, practically lulling him into a fuzzy state of submission.

He doesn't know how he got here. How he got to this moment. How he let himself fall into such a deep sense of desire for not only his best friend... but his best friend's boyfriend.

Labels certainly don't matter tonight, not in this room, and not between the three.

But he doesn't forget their history and he doesn't forget that this changes nothing between them.

It didn't before, it surely can't now.

And yet, even though he's unsure... he props himself up onto his forearms, holding Harry's stare for a moment longer before looking to Kingsley.

"Come here," Dylan calls for her, his voice tender, encouraging her to slink to his side.

He grabs her face when she's close enough, sitting up fully as he leans in to kiss her gently, passionately, and lovingly.

It's much easier for him to focus on his safe person than it is to focus on Harry, so that's what he does.

He chooses to put all his time and energy and love into her. Into her pleasure, her body, her mind.

He places one hand on her hip to shove her back, wanting her near the pillows so she can be as comfortable as possible.

She crawls back willingly, never breaking their kiss as she pushes her fingers into the roots of his hair, pulling him along with her.

Behind them, Harry is reaching for his own belt, sliding it off as he watches closely. He'll need Dylan's proper consent before he can begin, but he lets them have their fun as he prepares.

And Dylan is so fucking eager. Been thinking about their first night since he left the room, remembering the way she felt, the way she fucking squeezed him, the way she moaned his name.

He was ruining their friendship with each thrust, and he fucking adored it, pushing her face into the mattress as pulled her hair, and made her watch.

And now... he gets to do it again.

Their kiss is still slow, but somehow heavy. Heavy with the lust and apprehension they both feel as they move closer to what they want. Dylan finds his way between her legs, forcefully pushing them apart as he licks down her chest, fingers finding her cunt.

Poor thing is still soaking, dripping down his fingers already as he feels her out, curling up as she gasps, head falling back onto the pillows.

She scratches her nails down his back and Harry watches as the red marks begin to appear, his cock throbbing as they do.

It's fucking glorious. Never seen something so beautiful in his life and he can't wait to add to the artwork she's creating down Dylan's spine.

When he's sure she's ready, Dylan fists his cock and brings it closer, debating on going easy before he thinks, fuck it, and slides inside.

It's hard and thoughtless, and exactly what she had been hoping for as her lips part in a silent whine.

He kisses her quickly, swallowing her moans before she can make them, his hips stilling for a moment to let her adjust. Her hands are on his face, pulling him into her as they share the feeling, the stretch, the fullness.

And after a second, she nuzzles her nose against his once again, nodding quickly as she whispers, "Go."

He does, pulling back and grabbing her leg to hoist it up before driving himself harder.

The new angle makes her squirm, kissing him feverishly to silence herself, fingers pulling at his cheeks.

She's soaking his cock and Dylan growls in the back of his throat at the feel of her clenching around him, so fucking tight, exactly how he remembers.

He could spend all day being inside of her, could spend the rest of the night just her and him, fucking her until the tears are staining her skin.

But that's not on Harry's agenda, and as Dylan is finding a steady but hard pace, Harry returns to his side.

He slips his fingers around the front of Dylan's throat and tugs his head back, forcing their kiss to come to an abrupt end as Dylan hisses through his teeth.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," Harry murmurs threateningly, eyeing the annoyed boy below him. "Beg me... to fuck you."

Dylan doesn't respond right away, a glare beginning to set in as he looks up.

"Beg me... to fuck... your tight little hole," Harry continues in a snake-like tone so vile, that Kingsley leans back.

Dylan exhales harshly, lips pursed, and fingers digging into Kingsley's hip to steady himself.

"Please," he grits, so forced and so strained that Harry could be fooled into thinking he's not the desperate little whore he knows he is.

"Better," Harry demands in response, squeezing his neck a bit tighter until Dylan's lashes flutter, the oxygen disappearing quickly.

"Please... fuck me," Dylan finally seethes, and now... Harry grins.

"Good boy," he purrs, hand sliding up to his jaw before he shoves Dylan's head back down.

As Dylan grunts to himself, eyes shut tight, Harry moves for the bottle on the nightstand, flipping it up as he walks behind Dylan's waiting body.

Kingsley, sensing his annoyance, pulls at Dylan's cheeks again, her touch so inexplicably opposite of Harry's that he begins to calm.

She kisses him just once, a light but meaningful peck on the lips, and he sighs, wondering for a second time how he got so lucky.

And then... Harry's hand.

His rough fingertips move up Dylan's leg, alerting him of his presence, and Dylan takes a deep breath to prepare.

Harry kneels on the bed behind him, hands moving for Dylan's hips as lines himself up.

But, before he goes any further, he dips his head down... and spits.

Even Kingsley is tempted to whimper at the eroticism, but Harry doesn't pay either of them any mind as he drags his fingers through the coating, circling the rim before slowly pushing his way in.

Dylan reels, body lurching forward into Kingsley's as she quickly wraps her arm around his shoulders, her pussy fluttering around him as he hits her deeper.

"Nuh-uh," Harry calls, using his hold on Dylan's hip to ease him back. "Stay right fucking here, all right? Need to stretch you. Relax."

But Dylan doesn't respond, because he knows if he does, Harry won't like what he has to say.

So, instead, he pulls Kingsley's lip between his teeth and thrusts into her again, the gentle noise from her throat making his heart skip.

Harry doesn't stop him, however, he simply pushes his fingers in further, scissoring them slightly as he hears Dylan grunt into her neck.

He doesn't know what the noise was in response to, but he doesn't really care, he's just happy to hear it.

After a moment, Harry reaches for the bottle, the cool liquid making Dylan shiver as it's applied generously.

Harry takes his time, making sure the young boy is nothing but prepared, easing in and out gingerly before picking up the pace, moving a bit faster as Dylan's breathing picks up. He bends his finger upwards, only an inch or two deep, but finds the spot he's looking for and begins to stroke.

Dylan's thrusts have begun to falter, practically nonexistent, but Kingsley doesn't mind. She stays perfectly still beneath him, thumbs caressing his jaw as she watches his face.

His expression is beautiful. Brows pulling together, sweat beading near his hairline, teeth gritting. He feels good, feels pleasure. Like nothing before and she could stare at that expression all day.

"That's it," Harry praises from behind, his tone a bit gentler. "Easy, Dylan, you're all right."

Dylan's chest is rising and falling, his stomach tensing as the most insane feeling forms in his spine, nearly blinding him.

He hadn't expected it to feel this... good. It's certainly not the first time he's been fucked in the ass, but it is the first time by Harry, and truth be told, Dylan had figured he'd hate it.

I mean... it's Harry, and he's a fucking asshole, and how good could he possibly be?

But now Dylan knows exactly what Harry is capable of and he hates that he fucking loves it.

A moment or two more passes quickly before Harry decides he's ready, removing his fingers as Dylan finally exhales, able to breathe for what feels like the first time in minutes.

And as Harry lines himself up, he glances down at Kingsley, silently asking her permission, and also for a reassurance that Dylan is all right, and she smiles gratefully, nodding.

Nobody knows him better than she does, and if she thinks Dylan will be all right... then Harry believes her.

"Tell me again," he murmurs, moving his eyes back down to Dylan's ass. "Need to hear you fucking say it, Dylan. Need to know—"

"Yes," Dylan replies instantly. "Yes, go... just... go."

There's a slight catch in his voice and Harry almost misses it, but he doesn't, and just when he's thinking the poor boy won't be able to handle it... he realizes what the catch was.

Pathetic, undeniable desire.

And that's all Harry needs to ease his cock forward.

Immediately, Dylan's jaw goes slack, and Kingsley works quickly to aid him in any way she can.

She lifts her hips up to meet his, and he sinks deeper into her, feeling her clench around him as the pleasure in his spine nearly doubles.

It's so fucking good, for each one of them, and Harry almost loses it when he feels how tight Dylan is.

It's perfect, but Harry forces himself to still, giving Dylan a moment or two to relax his muscles.

And as he waits, Kingsley pulls Dylan's earlobe between her teeth, biting softly as he sighs again, so overstimulated in so many spots that he can hardly stand it.

"S'good," she tells him, her soft voice like rain. "So good, Dylan."

The praise spurs him on, his thrusts beginning to pick up again, but at a much different pace.

Because every time he thrusts into her, he loses the feel of Harry.

And every time he pulls back... the fullness.

Harry picks up on the rhythm quickly, hands finding Dylan's hips as he follows, moving his thrusts to match Dylan's, and suddenly, the room is nothing but needy moans and desperate pants.

"God, exactly what I fucking thought," Harry hisses, hand reaching out to scratch down Dylan's back, weaving his red marks between Kingsley's. "Take me so fucking well, don't you?"

Little droplets of blood form in the wake of Harry's nails, littering Dylan's back with a wine-stained promise.

Harry's eyes narrow in on the scratches, feeling his breath hitch as he lets his thumb smear the precious blood across Dylan's skin before pulling his finger to his mouth and collecting it on his tongue.

Dylan can't respond, can't even form a sentence, his mind absolutely blank as he feels Harry brush against his prostate just as Kingsley flutters around him.

"Both of you... so fucking desperate," Harry seethes, eyes flicking down to Kingsley as she whimpers softly. "S'this what you wanted, sweet girl? Wanted us to have you? Wanted us to fuck you? All you've been fucking dreaming about?"

She nods, another soft whine sweeping past her lips in response, and Harry curses to himself at the sight of Dylan's body on top of her, pressing into her, pulling her.

He can't stop, can't fight the dominance coursing through his veins, the need to ruin them both.

He reaches out, fingers in Dylan's hair, pulling his head back. "Tell me how good it feels."

"Fuck—"

"Say it, Dylan—"

"Shit... good," Dylan pants, veins straining against his skin as he drives himself deeper, forcing Kingsley's knee into her chest.

"Attaboy," Harry growls, shoving his head back down. "Go on... fill her. Fucking fill that tight little pussy till it drips down her thighs."

"Shit—"

"Ruin her, Dylan. Fucking do what you came to do and ruin her," Harry demands. "Show me how bad you want it."

Tears are pooling in Kingsley's eyes as she squirms against the silk sheets, her eyes flicking up to the mirror on the ceiling to watch the three of them for a moment before the pleasure overtakes her.

"Go on," Dylan tells her, sensing her need. "It's okay, baby, go on... please. Fuck, gotta feel you."

His arm moves to wrap around her lower back, hosting her off the mattress and closer to his body as he fills her to the hilt, hips slamming into hers.

And she does exactly what was asked of her, exploding around him as she cries out, face burying in his neck as he holds her tight.

He could revel in the sensation for the rest of his life, could die right fucking here with her around him, it feels so fucking good.

He places her back down so he can pinch her clit, rubbing it gently before applying pleasure, and she gasps like she's on fire, whimpering into his skin as he forces her to cum for him again.

And as he does, Harry feels his own release about to overflow, the slick sound of his cock slipping in and out of Dylan almost pleasure enough.

But he won't let himself cum until Dylan has, needing him more than anything in the world, and it encourages his thrusts to go harder, to hit better.

The look on Dylan's face along with the feel of his fingers sends Kingsley into her next wave and she scratches down his back once again, the poor boy's skin now littered with memories of both their pleasure.

But Dylan could care less. All he cares about right now is how good it all feels. How good she feels, how good he feels...

And it snaps.

Suddenly and without warning but who is he to complain as he lets it engulf him, his mind going numb as it finally breaks him into a million pieces.

The sound he makes... a growl, angry and heated that quickly fades into a soft whimper has Harry's heart stuttering in his chest.

It's the best thing he's ever heard in his life and he can't even see Dylan's face but he knows it's fucking beautiful.

And he finally has what he wanted. Finally has Dylan fisting the sheets as he pounds into him, teeth finding Kingsley's shoulder as he bites down hard.

It's perfect. Better than Harry could have possibly imagined and as the tides rolls over Dylan... Harry follows.

To be honest, he's quite impressed with himself for lasting as long as he did. After all, with the way his two little whores were egging him on, he's surprised he didn't lose it within the first thirty seconds.

But as he releases, Dylan moves back, ass meeting his hips as Harry's nails begin to scratch down Dylan's skin.

He's panting helplessly, a sound Kingsley knows well, and as she watches him still... she smiles.

They're both so good at that.

For a moment, all they do is breathe, chests heaving as they collapse onto one another, Harry falling onto the bed on one side of Kingsley, and Dylan falling onto the other side.

Of course, true to form Dylan refuses to move, keeping his cock warm right inside Kingsley's cunt, and she doesn't mind in the least bit.

Who knows how long it'll be until she'll get to feel him like this again?

And if Harry wasn't so fucked out of his mind, he'd say this was the perfect time to give Kingsley a taste. It would be so easy to enter from this angle, with Dylan fucking into her from the front.

The image in his head is unholy, but unfortunately, he reckons that will have to wait until their next visit.

As the sounds of the club drift into the now silent room, Harry snuggles in closer, kissing along Kingsley's shoulder blades as she sighs contently.

And Dylan does the same, grazing his lips along her neck, licking over the bruises they've made, sucking in a couple more, just to make it even.

They touch her like she's satin, smoothing their palms over her skin, devouring her eagerly.

It's the perfect way to end it, reminding her and themselves that this little fucking brat always gets her way.

And when her way involves them both...

Then they suppose they both win.

She's everything to them in this moment, and their need to care of her like she's a lost little lamb becomes their only drive.

They kiss every inch of her skin, caress each dip of her body, and murmur things in her ear that makes her cheeks flush.

"Did so good—"

"My sweet girl. Know you fucking loved it, didn't you—"

"You're okay, I've got you—"

"Easy, darling. So fucking good—"

She could listen to them talk to her all day, and while they're gentle and soft, she doesn't miss the lust still peeking through each word that drips from their lips.

It's easy to become lulled into a sense of security with them. And she nuzzles her face into the crook of Dylan's neck as he runs his thumb down her lip, smiling to himself as she wiggles into him.

And Harry holds her, arm around her hip, his chest against her back, his own face buried in her hair. He inhales her. Her scent, her body... it's fucking mythical and hasn't a doubt in his mind why she drives him so crazy.

They stay in the silk bed for what feels like hours, just whispering in hushed voices, holding onto each other as if afraid to let go of the moment.

However, before they can all fall asleep, Harry declares it's time for him to take Kingsley home, gingerly pulling at her hand to help her to her wobbly feet.

The three of them begin to reach for their clothes, slipping them back on in silence as they do their best not to think too hard about what comes next.

Once they're ready, Harry leads them to the door, opening it quietly as they slip out into the loud hallway, leaving their secrets and bad decisions behind.

Kingsley finds herself falling behind so she can walk beside Dylan, slipping her hand inside his as she grins up at him.

And he wants to be annoyed, but he smiles nonetheless, looking down at her with a roll of his eyes. "What?"

"Feels good, right?" she whispers, biting her lip with glee. "The three of us?"

He grunts, eyes returning to Harry's back. "Don't push it."

"But you have to admit you enjoyed it—"

"No. I don't."

"Dylan," she laughs, and Harry smirks to himself as he listens to their conversation.

"I'm not doing it again," Dylan finally informs her, eyes lowering back down. "I mean it."

"Sure, okay," she snorts, squeezing his hand again before following both boys out into the main room.

And Dylan leaves The Prism that night fully believing he'll never find his way back again.

But that's the funny thing about The Prism.

You always come back for more.

~ Insatiable | 3. The Prism (Harry & Dylan & Kingsley)*

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