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madametnt · 2 years ago

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The Best Possible Run of Until Dawn as Scientifically Calculated by Me

This is a sequel to my Worst Run(TM) guide which can be found here

Last time, we turned every character into the most awful version of themselves they could possibly be. Now, we’re gonna do the opposite. Not only is it an everybody lives run, but we’re gonna make it so every character finishes the game on as good of terms as possible. Here is what I consider to be a golden run of Until Dawn.

SPOILER WARNING: this guide assumes you have played through the game at least once

Unlike last time where we only interacted with/picked up clues that were mandatory or affected relationships, this time we are going to be collecting every clue in the game as to make the characters GIGA BRAIN and get all of that juicy clue dialogue.

Because I don’t want to painstakingly describe the location of every clue in the game, I’m going to link a video that does it for me. You can find it here

There are time stamps provided in the description so that you can hop around to specific items. Note that totems aren’t necessary for this play-through since they are never acknowledged by the characters. You are still free to do so for that sweet sweet 100% if you’re a completionist like I am. If there are still questions about the clues/totems, feel free to message me in the replies about them and I will do my best to help you.

Dr. Hill segments won’t be listed since they are mostly subjective. However, the absolute must is to make Josh feel guilt and take responsibility for his actions. We’re giving the lad a redemption arc, basically.

One last thing before we begin. Anything marked with a * is just additional information that I thought would be helpful to know.

PROLOGUE

- Let go/do nothing as Beth

CHAPTER ONE

- Close the bag as Sam so that Chris is happy to see her

- Do not shoot the squirrel as Chris as doing so lowers his relationship with Sam and guarantees she cannot escape the psycho later on

* It doesn’t matter what you do as Jessica, just note that explain raises her relationship with Chris and lowers it with Sam, while demand does the inverse

- Do not threaten Mike as Matt to raise their relationship

- Comply with Emily’s request to continue on as Matt to raise their relationship

- Encourage Matt to look through the telescope as Ashley because we wanna be an honest homie

- Snowball fight doesn’t matter, just don’t hit the bird

- Kiss Mike as Jess

CHAPTER 2

- Worry about Josh as Chris to raise their relationship

- Be confident with Ashley as Chris to raise their relationship

- Go down towards the camera (opposite of Ashley on the stairs) to talk with Matt

- Ask Matt how he’s doing as Chris to raise their relationship

- Agree with all of Josh’s statements about Ashley as Chris to raise him and Josh’s relationship

* Talking to Sam does not affect stats as there are no answer choices in the conversation

- When Matt confronts Mike about Emily, de-escalate the situation (challenge and then apologize)

- As Matt, make sure when Jess and Emily start fighting, that you side with Emily first, and then side with Jess at the second prompt

* Siding with Emily first makes her less pissy at you later, and siding with Jess afterwards minimizes losing too much relationship with either

- Take a selfie with the bae as Mike

- Agree with Jess about Emily being a bitch as Mike to raise their relationship

- Be respectful as Mike when him and Jess examine the police tape to raise their relationship

- Pick heroic as Mike when Jess falls in the mineshaft to raise their relationship

- Choose flirtatious as Mike about the bird to raise him and Jess’s relationship

- Select flattering as Sam when Josh mentions Chris and Ashley as being mocking lowers their relationship

- Reassure Josh as Sam to be a good friend :)

- When picking up the baseball bat as Sam, pick serious to raise her relationship with Josh

- High five Josh as Sam so you don’t leave the homie hanging (spam triangle)

* Choosing to prank Josh or not doesn’t effect anything

- Be heroic as Sam about the noise to raise her relationship with Josh

CHAPTER 3

- Take a seance seriously as Ashley as to not upset Josh (more than you’re going to anyway)

- Be apologetic about the prank as Ashley to raise her relationship with Chris

- Respond flirtatiously to Jessica’s prank as Mike to raise their relationship

- Instead of crossing the bridge, walk down towards the camera until you find a tree with E+M surrounded by a heart carved into it

- Confess to Jess about being a sap as Mike when she inquires about the tree to raise their relationship

- Show the mask to Jess as Mike since picking scare lowers their relationship

- Comfort the deer as Mike because we love animals in this house

* PSA: do not approach wild animals IRL even if injured unless you are a professional or are fairly certain you won’t get mauled

- Choose whatever route you want in the chase scene, just make sure you actually pick options as indecision will annoy Jessica

- Help up Jess as Mike instead of unlocking the door to raise their relationship

- The rifle is not a clue, but if you decide to pick it up make sure not to pick scare as that lowers Mike and Jess’s relationship

- By this point, your relationship with Jess should be maxed and she will strip down to her underwear since she’s super downbad

- Show Ashley the letter as Chris since lying is bad

CHAPTER 4

- To save Jessica, make sure to pick all of the risky, unsafe paths as Mike and jump instead of shimmy

* You can not fail more than 4 times with each missed QTE being 1 fail, picking a safe path accumulates 3 fails so be extra careful

* If Jessica’s jaw is still intact when you find her then she is still alive for now

- Choose to save Josh as Chris to raise their relationship

* Ashley’s relationship with Chris is not affected either way oddly enough, but Josh’s relationship with Chris lowers if you choose to save Ashley

CHAPTER 5

- Do not punch doggy

- Feed doggy bone :)

- Pet doggy :)

- Do not touch the waving hand. Seriously. It’s not a clue. You can walk right past it and lose nothing. Do not let the intrusive thoughts win.

- Agree to smash the door for Emily as Matt to raise their relationship

- Make sure to catch Emily when she almost falls off the ledge you’re shimmying on to earn her appreciation

- Agree with Emily about the fire tower as Matt to raise their relationship

- Escape the psycho as Sam, I’ve seen variations on how to successfully do this, but here’s what I’ve found works

1. Run

2. Jump over the bed

3. Run

4. Pull down the cabinet

5. You HAVE to hide once closing the door behind you (be sure to turn your flashlight off when prompted with triangle and succeed in the short don’t move)

CHAPTER 6

- Calm down Emily as Matt to increase their relationship

- Do not attack the deer or Matt will be knocked off a cliff, plus we love animals here

- Keep the flare gun as Emily and do not fire it

*This slightly lowers her relationship with Matt, but allows us to avoid being bitten by the wendigo. Plus the relationship loss is so minor that it doesn’t affect anything.

- Comply with the park ranger over the radio as Emily

- Be supportive of Emily as Matt to raise their relationship

- Show concern towards Emily as Matt to raise their relationship

- During the first prompt, try to save Emily as Matt to raise their relationship

- During the second prompt, jump to safety as Matt so that he avoids death

- Do not insist upon seeing a ghost to Chris as Ashley since doing so lowers their relationship

- When discussing the prank with Chris, choose to be sympathetic as Ashley to raise their relationship

-Be courageous when Ashley expresses hesitation at going to find Sam because we are bad bitches in this household

- In the room with the hitlist, enter the closed door to find a projector and watch the video

- Choose apologetic as Ashley when prompted to raise her relationship with Chris

- Don’t split off from Chris as Ashley since splitting up is dumb

- Do not stab the psycho as Ashley to spare her a black eye, and so that Chris won’t punch Josh in retaliation later

- As Chris, aim the gun at yourself first as to not scare Ashley

- Shoot either yourself, or do nothing to maximize your relationship with Ashley

* Do not shoot Ashley as this will guarantee Chris’s death later

CHAPTER 7

* Be sure to turn around immediately when given control of Sam as to not miss the clue since it’s very sneaky

- Show concern towards Mike and inquire about Jessica as Sam to raise her relationship with both of them

* Emily’s section here doesn’t matter, just continue getting all the clues since there are a lot of them

- Scold Josh as Chris, and then be skeptical to raise their relationship

- Be defensive towards Josh as Chris since being aggressive lowers their relationship

- Do nothing when prompted to disarm Mike or hit Josh as both choices have negative consequences on relationships

CHAPTER 8

- During the chase as Emily, succeed in QTE’s to guarantee Emily’s survival, and make sure to hop of the conveyor belt when prompted. Because we have a useable flare gun, you will be prompted to shoot the wendigo. It’s crucial to hit this shot so Emily avoids being bitten.

- Show concern towards Emily and Matt as Chris when she returns to the lodge to be a good friend

- Survive the chase as Chris, there’s no choices just don’t miss the QTEs

* There will be no choices in the basement since Emily did not get bitten

CHAPTER 9

- Survive the chase as Mike by succeeding in the QTEs and don’t moves. To save the dog, barricade the door with a locker when prompted.

* If you miss to many QTEs Mike will live, but the puppy will die :(

- Reassure Chris as Ashley to raise their relationship

- If you are collecting all the totems, choose follow voice to collect the totem down the path but DO NOT open the trap door as this will kill Ashley

- Otherwise, ignore the voice and continue on

CHAPTER 10

* Since we’re getting all the clues, Josh will be guaranteed to live since we need to pick up Hannah’s journal

- Show concern for Jessica as Matt to be a good friend

- Survive the encounter with Jess as Matt by following these steps

1. Hide (you will be prompted with a don’t move, do not let Jessica fall over)

2. Break through wall (or whatever the opposite of abandon Jessica is I don’t remember)

3. Hide together (don’t move)

- Survive the final battle as Sam by

1. Locking door or running doesn’t matter

2. Succeed the don’t move

3. Save Mike

4. Succeed the don’t move

5. Keep picking hide and succeeding the don’t moves so that all the other have time to leave the house

Eventually Sam will run to the switch automatically once everyone has made it out of the house.

Congratulations! You did it! You’ve gotten the scientifically best run of Until Dawn. Pat yourself on the back you’ve earned it.

#until dawn #guide #samantha giddings #joshua washington #hannah washington #beth washington #chris hartley #ashley brown #emily davis #matthew taylor #jessica riley #michael munroe #spoilers

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totallylesbians · 1 year ago

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What did you do in high school that almost got you arrested for helping a friend?!

It’s a long story… to summarize it, I essentially started a fight club and almost got arrested for assault.

Longer, full story, if interested…

A friend of mine (more like acquaintance, really, but whatever) asked me to teach her how to fight, at least enough for basic self defense. I was known for being pretty violent in school so it made sense. I think she also wanted to prove she was tougher than she looked. She had/has a lot of medical issues so she almost always looked really sick and relatively frail. I said yes and we started after school at least once a week, but usually was 3 days a week.

Due to her medical issues, she bruised SUPER easily. Like a baby could grab her hard and she’d bruise from it. I went easy on her. Mostly instructed her how to properly throw punches and block. She told some of her other friends. They wanted to learn too. But they got bored with just going through the movements and wanted to actually practice it, which is fair, I get it. So we sparred.

Keep in mind this was all after school shit with no official instructor or equipment. Just a bunch of teens, the concrete around us, and our bare hands. We all walked away some degree of sore and bruised feeling after every session. I put in place some basic rules to keep us as safe as possible, like no rings, no face shots, etc. I hated it. I would’ve preferred a full on fight spar, but none of them were very strong or used to pain, so it’s whatever.

Well the girl who originally asked me has a very strict/paranoid mother. The mom saw the bruises and shit eventually and freaked the fuck out, called the school, yelled at the principal, etc. I’m guessing the girl told her mom my name and that we were fighting or something. The mom went to the school, called the cops, had them arrive at the school, talked to the principal, demanded to speak to me, and a bunch of other things. I owned up to it all. Essentially, she wanted me arrested for assault. I admitted to roughing her kid up a bit, but because of how easily she bruises, it looked more like I beat the shit out of her on a daily basis. She was black and blue all over. But she told her mom that if she tried to press charges against me or anything else like that, she wouldn’t testify and/or lie about it. Something to that effect. There was no official evidence or anything. Her mom got all pissy and asked the cops to do something. They basically shrugged saying they weren’t going to do anything because the kid just said she didn’t want to press charges and shit. The mom was pissed.

The principal, mother, and the cops all talked for a bit. The mom was losing her shit the entire time. But they all came to an agreement that as long as I stopped and my friend could change out of any classes she had with me, they wouldn’t press charges, but if it happened again, they would.

By the time all this went down, we were like 3 months in and there was maybe 10 of us in this after school fight club lead by me. So there you have it.

Bonus story…

I got away with so much more that in school. Like I started a full on brawl in the middle of the classroom one time. It was towards the end of the period so most of us were done with our work and whatever and a different acquaintance/friend took my rubber band and wouldn’t give it back. So I started roughing her up a little. Just shoves and whatever. We had a substitute this day. He called me over so I stopped. He says “didn’t I tell you to stop beating up other kids?” (He was a frequent substitute and familiar with most of us. He was also a good friend of my grandma’s so he knew I had anger problems.) I say, “no, you just told me not to chase them down the hallway to do it.” He says, “oh okay. Carry on.” So I go back, they still wouldn’t give it back and was finding it amusing/funny how irritated I was getting, which pissed me off even more so I beat the shit out of them until they gave it back. By the end, I got my rubber band back and they walked to the nurse’s office with a bloody nose and busted up lip.

#anon #ask me #questions #story time

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pwblogarchive · 4 months ago

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December 2001

December 4, 2001

“i keep her heart in a box next to my bed and take it out sometimes before i go to sleep…”

|10:30 pm]

[ Current Music | the cure: all ]

what’s up. it’s been awhile. we had one of the best and worst weekends as a band ever. our record release was great- kids went pretty insane and we sold a bunch of cds. however, our trip to cleavland was horrid.

first, we leave late for the show. next we get a flat outside of toledo- the tow truck guy picks us up in a van to go and get a tire. on the way i tell him we are in town for the adult film festival. a half hour later we get another flat. this time 20 miles outside of cleavland. the towtruck driver tells us that we won’t be able to get a tire that night as he tows us. at least he buys a cd cause i tell him we sound like slipknot. i then call the promoter and tell her our story, i tell her to have our friends in the band Deadtofall come pick us up cause they are from chicago too. instead she gets super pissy and is all “i’m coming to get you, i’m leaving the show unattended… blah blah”. she gets to the toll plaza that we are stuck at and we grab our guitars and some cds and get in. the whole ride she bitches at me about how she thinks this is our fault and shit. we get to the show and borrow deadtofall and the funeral’s stuff and play one of the worst shows we have ever played, honestly we were so sloppy. this had something to do with playing on other equipment and so forth. we sold a couple of cds anyway which was nice. 100 demons was supposed to play next on santa sangres equipment but since they broke up, they were going to use our equipment but we had none because of the flats… to make a long story short they weren’t given any equipment and got pretty pissed off. people ended up demanding money back- they wanted some- in the end we got paid nothing (because of the hassle we “created” by getting two flats) and ended up spending a fortune on getting towed and new tires. deadtofall drove some of us home that night and some slept in the toll plaza and waited till morning to walk two miles to get a new tire. on the way a cop stopped them and when giving them ride informed them he had picked up 100 demons the night before for having drugs in their van. yikes. ah you win some you lose some.

the dates for our winter tour:

12.30 evansville, in - 7a7p

12.31 cincinatti, Oh- 7a7p

1.1 syracuse-w/ throwdown

1.2 ottawa, on-w/throwdown

1.3 montreal, pq -throwdown

1.4 long island, ny

1.5 philly

1.6 nyc-w/throwdown

and a review of our new record from hanging like a hex fanzine:

“This easily wins scariest layout of the year award. Very blunt, very graphic, and very disturbing, this Chicago piledriver unleases it’s most solid work to date. Whereas I really liked what they were doing before, but felt that they dragged out their songs, and overloaded them with too much baggage at times, this debut full length simplifies things a bit. The heaviness and technicality is still there in spades, but the songs have shortened up a bit, and are a bit more concise, which is something this band really needed. And it works really well. Playing pummelling metalcore with down-tuned riffing, and a heavily pessimistic view of the world, Arma just crush everything in their path, and continue to maim with no concern for the past, present, or future. It’s a great effort with supurb recording (heavy on the bass I might add) and a bleak outlook.”

in other good news i’m finally gonna get to hang out with this girl i have been missing for the past month or so. shes come’s into town tommorrow- yep.

love petey

December 9, 2001

“ bootcut jean and black t-shirt hardcore”

fallout boy played tonight. it was fun the rest of the Angelus didn’t show up, oh well.

some people have been writing asking about posters and shit… if you want one.. just send a buck to 900 forest wilmette, il 60091 and i will send one right out with some stickers and stuff.

oh yeah, if a show is not posted on here then we are not playing it…

love pete

December 19, 2001

“Faithless is he who says farewell just as the path darkens”

hey lovers,

so i have been having a horrible week. i’m not even sure why. i guess cause i’m really alone. nobody is really around and it’s cold as hell. then i read this horrible review of our record- on most days it would make me laugh but last night it was the worst. most of the reviews have been good but this one trashed it “horrible, gutteral vocals… droning guitars” haha.

it made up for it though when i went to Lord of the Rings at midnight last night. easily one of the best movies of the last decade. phenomonal.

i dunno, also we’ve been trying to write as a band lately and it’ been good at times and horrible at others. we’ll see how it turns out-

here’s the new and final dates for tour:

12/30-Indianapolis,IN-venue-Festvilla more info [email protected] with 7 Angels 7 Plagues

12/31-Cincinnatti,OH-venue-The Void more info [email protected] with 7 Angels 7 Plagues

1/1-Syracuse,NY-venue-Armory High with Throwdown,Converge,Bleeding Through

½-Ottawa,ON-venue-Club Saw more info [email protected] with Throwdown and Bleeding Through

1/3-Montreal,PQ-venue-Salle'X more info [email protected] with Throwdown and Bleeding Through

¼-Long Island,NY-venue-TBA more info [email protected]

1/5-Philadelphia,PA-venue-Chord more info [email protected] with Punishment,Dark Day Dawning

1/6-New York City,NY-venue-CBGB’S more info [email protected] with Throwdown,Bleeding Through,From Autumn to Ashes,plus more.

this is farewell to falling in love with all the wrong hearts and screaming the worst stories you’ve ever heard. i’ll confide only in paper and die by the phone on saturday nights (no love is safe)…

come out and hang out with us.

pete

December 19, 2001

“an empty house and a cold bed”

whoops. i read back that last entry and realized that i whipped it off like shit, it doesn’t really make alot of sense. okay so the follow up- i think more of how i have been feeling lately is like- i look bac five years, almost 10 years and i’m in the same place i was then. i live in the bedroom i grew up in at my parents house. i am trying to finish school and i am still doing hardcore bands. living this thing. i dunno it kind of got me down- like i feel like i hven’t eally made any progress, like i haven’t grown up at all. whatever. does that even make anymore sense? like i don’t really feel like being alive but at the same time i don’t want to be dead. so i trod through life being neiher alive or dead… anyway here’s my week:

thursday- fallout boy practice, fallout boy show in milwaukee

friday- fallout boy recording, Arma Angelus show with deadtofall, then fallout boy is playing on loyola radio.

saturday- fallout boy recording, sleep

oh yeah come see Arma Angelus at the fireside Dec. 28 if you are around: it’s with Knives Out (ex-american nightmare) and Suicide Note.

Goodnight.

December 30, 2001

“what’s inside? is it just guts and black stuff? i’ll find out soon.”

so we’re leaving right now on tour. hopefully i will see some of you soon. if we owe you some gear and what not come up to me at a show and i will hook you up. otherwise have a great new year. no heat in a van to canada- yes.

love pete

#fall out boy #pete wentz livejournal #pete wentz #livejournal

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steele-soulmate · 11 months ago

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 545, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1340

DING DONG

“I got it!” Katie yelled before darting off inside to answer the door.

“Gramercy, mo stór!” I called out, seeing her coming outside a minute later and saying something to my baby sister, who the hightailed it over to the front of the house. I wrinkled my nose before going to investigate the source off the fuss and bustle. “Sammi, what in the name of Saint Barnabas is all this fuss about?”

“Ah, you must be Mary Claire,” the slimy little man greeted me in a disgustingly oozing voice, holding his hand out to me.

“Governor Grantsville, what are you doing here?” I demanded to know, my eyes taking in his badly receding hairline, crooked front teeth and slightly crossed eyes. All in all, the governor was not a handsome man, to put it politely.

“I hired a private investigator a few months back,” he looped his thumbs into his too tight jeans. “And I saw that you have a son- a son who looks just like I did at him age.”

“What, with close to no hair and eyeballs that don’t even look straight? I should think not. Baby Noah is far more adorable then you can ever hope to be, you ugly peanut,” I couldn’t help myself but snark. “Governor, I’m going to advise you to leave before I summoned my husband to chase you off. Peter is already in a pissy mood from telling my sperm donor and his gold digging bitch of a slutty wife to leave earlier today. There is an invite only party going on, and you do not have an invitation. So go away.”

I closed the door loudly in his face before turning to face Sammi.

“Do you want to leave Baby Noah here for a few days?” I asked her, setting my hand onto her shoulder.

“Yes, please!” she sagged where she stood, wearing a frightened smile on her face. “Oh, why didn’t I insist that he had to wear a condom?”

“I don’t know,” I hummed as Baby Noah toddled up to his mommy, throwing his arms up as he demanded to be lifted up and loved on by his mommy. Much to my amusement, he freed her silicone plumped tit from her T-shirt and began to feast hungrily.

“Good boy, Baby Noah!” she cooed, bouncing where she stood as she fed her son. “Is your mommy’s milkie yummy?”

“Nom nom nom!” I giggled, peeking out the window and seeing the senator heading off to a snazzy sports car that was poorly parked behind Sammi’s obnoxious orange Great Pumpkinmobile. “And he’s leaving now. No offense, but you’ve always had shit luck at men.”

“And don’t I know it!” she agreed with a bark of laughter. “But honestly though, I am thirty four years old, and I make a pretty good living as a professional slut- I am not giving that up to turn myself respectful- besides, you know what they say-good girls never write the history books.”

“Interesting interpretation,” I droned. “But you seem to be forgetting that the Night Witches didn’t whore themselves off- they flew clunky airplanes that would conk out halfway through the sky and they were forced to wear men’s shoes that were too big so they stuffed newspaper in with their feet. They still went down in history as being the only all-female flight team to bomb the ever loving fucking shit out of Nazi encampments. No idea why I wasn’t taught about those ass kicking ladies in high school.”

She just looked at me.

“Well, that’s the TL;DR anyhoo,” I told her. “Take what you will from my little Ted Talk, won’t you now?”

“Okay,” she told me. “Listen MC, I know you don’t like my lifestyle, and I respect that. But to me, sex is like a drug. Everyone has one- your drug is being a kind hearted, compassionate, loving mother. Peter’s drug is being a family oriented beefcake…”

“Peter had trouble with addiction in the past,” I half reminded her, half confessed. “Cocaine and alcohol, but he’s been clean for well over a decade now.”

“As he should be.” My plus sized baby sister gave me the look. “I would hate to need to whoop his ass if he did anything to make you cry!”

“What would you do, little baby sister?” I asked her, rolling my eyes. “Suffocate my husband in between your slutty surgically pumped up tits?” I scoffed at her as she handed me Baby Noah to burp while she readjusted herself once more.

“I would taze his dick!” she declared. “Which, by the way, you never answered me when I asked you if he really is as well hung as PlayGirl made him out to be!”

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP went Baby Tommy, giggling as I settled him back onto his feet, where he toddled back outside, clearly on the hunt for some playtime with his cousins. I dug my cell phone out of my bra and quickly found a picture that Peter took of him holding his delicious dong as he posed in front of the bathroom mirror.

“Damn!” she squawked. “What’s his measurements?”

“Unlucky thirteen,” I giggled, preening under her amazed eyes.

“Jesus-” she wheezed. “Your first time must have been so intense.”

“He was so gentle,” I told her, gently guiding her into the kitchen to continue our gab fest. “He made certain to give me a whole bunch of oral beforehand. First insertation was so fucking glorious.”

“I bet,” Sammi told me, jealousy in her sapphire blue eyes.

“Peter and I both have a shared PornHub account, and we’ve posted some stuff,” I confessed, smirking at her soft squeal. “Oh, you are such a slut.”

“What can I say? I do appreciate a good dick!” She tossed her head of dark brown-black curls behind her shoulders. “What kind of positions does he fancy?”

“Well, his favorite is cowgirl, but he’ll do doggy and roleplay from time to time,” I told her happily. “He had a priest kink and I’m rather fond of me as little red riding hood and my husband as the big bad wolf.”

“Oh man!” she whimpered as I texted her the link to our PornHub account. “I am so happy for you!”

“For what, having a manly cock to suck off?” I asked her as Peter started our way, the drowsy triplets collected in his muscular arms.

“No- I mean yes!” she laughed. “But also, for having such a strong, handsome, protective, loving man in your life.”

“Yeah, he’s the literal best!” I told her, turning around and opening my arms for an incoming Baby Mattie. “Hihi there, my love.”

Gramercy, thank you, old French?

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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rvllybllply2014 · 1 year ago

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Manchild update that nobody asked for.

After getting him home he talked to his mother and demanded that I take up to Walmart because he said that some employees up there tried to beat her up/jump her and she’s the type of woman who would call the police not her son to deal with it. I refused so he went to bed and fell asleep. Fast forward about 2 hours he wakes up to use the bathroom and I catch him peeing in the sink I ask him what the fuck he’s doing and tells me to shut the fuck up and to leave him alone. The door was open btw it’s not like I busted in on him. Anyway I go to put the pop back into the fridge and as I walk by the bathroom which the door is still open he’s ripping up one of my books that I have in there to read while using the bathroom. So I ask him what is he doing he rips out another page from the book and puts it on the toilet seat. I tell him to stop and use the paper towels that he brought in there to use as toilet paper instead of ripping my book up so he leaves the bathroom. And sits on the stairs and falls asleep so I ask him what he’s doing once I hear him snoring he doesn’t say anything this time and just gets up and walks outside. He leans against the house and I guess falls back asleep but idk cause I’ve closed the door to keep bugs out and the ac is on so I’m not wasting energy. I’m finally doing his laundry, because this is day number two of his drunk ass peeing his pants and I’m tore of smelling his pissy pants,that he demanded that I do because he “works hard” (he’s a truck driver) and I should have to do it and if I don’t then I’m not a real woman and I should be grateful and suck his dick 24/7 and be happy to cook for him (every time I do he complains about something). He acts like I owe him sex (I’m demisexual and the older I get the less I want to have it) I’ve told him I won’t unless he starts showing me respect like he does his mom and sister but he says I won’t ever see that level cause I’m not them and should stop comparing myself to them and how me doing all the cooking cleaning and his laundry makes me feel like his mom all he does is scream at me about how I’m not he already has one and that I’m nobody’s mom. Manchild is 31 years old and still acts like this, I think the reason that it’s hard for me to leave his abusive ass is because I feel bad for him and he tries to make me think that he’s not abusive towards me and how real abuse victims would laugh at me because they have broken bones and bruises. But here’s the thing he’s bruised me before multiple times and he’s thrown shit at my head, he made me quit my job by calling me a slut and whore and saying I didn’t actually work I was just in the back sucking underage dick or old man dick because those were my coworkers teens and men in there 40s and just generally stressing me out making it hard to work, and he also calls me bitches along with whore slut and other names which I’m pretty sure is verbal abuse. But yeah I feel like I am a victim but I’m not sure because I don’t have it as bad as other people. Side note I’m so fucking tired of crying, I’ve never cried this much not even when a traumatic event that happened five years ago upended my whole world, he constantly makes me cry and it’s hard to sleep knowing that he’s here it’s like I have to stay alert for what ever he might decide to do.

#abuse talk #dealing with abuse #dealing with a manchild #personal #text post

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starocean · 2 years ago

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y’all i’m so sorry i’m hardly active on here, i really am.

i sound like a whiny baby but i’m so exhausted all the time, and mentally and physically i’m just not doing well. this has been feeding my depression and making it worse, which isn’t helping in the slightest. why do these always keep getting really long lmao

tl;dr i'm tired and all i do is sleep or lay around and rest and do nothing productive and it's taking a toll on me bc idk when i'm getting anymore extended time off and i just want to have time to properly rest and recuperate w/o worrying about work. and it's preventing me from doing anything productive

i'm a broken record but idc anymore man.

my vacation keeps getting pushed back, and i’m ngl, i’m still miffed my boss hasn’t even talked to me about it. i’m just. so tired. so physically tired that atp, if i let myself sleep without getting up to do anything that i need to do, i am getting around 12 hours of sleep or more. that’s literally half the day. i should not be sleeping that much of my time away, and it’s because my body is literally exhausted to the point that i’ve been getting headaches and fighting to stay awake while at work even when i am getting normal amounts of sleep.

i can't keep going on like this, and i really hope it changes soon bc it makes me want to cry. i hate feeling this way, feeling so sick and tired all the time. i just want my frickin extra time off, and the fact that my boss won't even talk to me about it just upsets me even more. the asm will literally pitch a fit if she can't get her vacation time or keep her off days. she does it all the time. when she starts trying to put her vacations in too close together and the sm rejects it, she will come to the store on her time off and demand to know why her time off requests were denied. she rarely has to cover for anyone if they call out, and when she does, she doesn't hesitate to let everyone know how pissy she is about it.

and not to go back to it, but that's a thing that really pisses me off about the sm trying to guilt trip me for wanting that one off-day back. i'm not like the asm. i don't gripe to all my coworkers about not having off this day or that day or whatever. i have not ever, actually, said anything to her about all the 9 - 13 day "weeks" she keeps scheduling me for (which will probably change, bc if i found out that the reason i have next weekend off is bc she's scheduling me for an extra long work "week" again, i will be saying something to her bc i'm fucking tired of it. i should not have to work two damn weeks for one day off). i have quite literally NEVER said anything about my off-days being taken without her contacting me before—even when that's been the reason i've had to work 13 days straight, but whatever—unless i had to remind her about certain times i'd already requested off bc of prior appointments (mostly for medical), and it's rare i have to say anything to her about that. i keep my displeasure to myself and bitch to my mom or on here, but i never say anything to my coworkers or my boss bc i don't like feeling like i'm being a nuisance.

but like??? that was the first double she'd had to pull in months. i've pulled more than they have, bc of someone calling out and the asm and other coworkers refusing to cover for anyone. and i still don't feel sorry for her covering that night bc she got the next day off. if i'd just let it stand and not said anything to her, it would've lead to another one of those 13-day work "weeks" for me and i wasn't having that lmfao. and, like, i am the only one that this happens to regularly. not even the girl who wants to work for days on end with no time off gets to do that. the sm has denied her requests of less time off because "you need to take time off, no one can work like that without a break here and there." which is true, yeah, but it's really fucking hypocritical bc?? she expects me to?????? she's scheduled me for these long ass "weeks" more than anyone in that store without even asking me if i'm okay with it, so????? fuck that.

it fucking sucks and it makes me wonder if i made the right decision about not taking a chance on that work-from-home job i found. i can't tell if i dodged a bullet by listening to the reviews, or if i screwed up a really good chance.

let me have my extended time off! damn!

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iprobablyshipit91 · 1 year ago

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So happy and sad at the same time to see the final chapter of this 💕

Of course Ben is smug. What is it about him that if it was anyone else he’d be annoying? He makes asshole way too sexy 😂

““I need you to fuck me. Right now,” you said. “Or I’m gonna rip my aunt’s face off.”” I mean… I don’t blame her 😂 and there are worse reasons 🤷🏻‍♀️

““Two rules: this lipstick doesn’t come off. And no. Ripping. The dress.”” I loved this because you just know he would if she didn’t give him the warnings. ““You’re making a lot of fucking demands tonight,” he said, squeezing your arms a bit.” I love how he’s being grumpy and pissy but you know he secretly loves that she gives it right back too. No one else is allowed to speak to him like she does and get away with it.

““Did I?” he mused, as his fingers found your clit. He rubbed a bit roughly, drawing a pleased sound from your lips. “I’ve got good taste.”” Again the thought of him in a store buying these things tickles me but of course he pays himself a compliment here 😂

But oh boy was this scene hot. I could have quoted just about every line. I loved it.

“Oh shit. You still hadn’t gotten your IUD replaced…” she’s really not doing very well with this is she 😂😂 the snippet from strong as blood is making more and more sense…

““You’re beautiful tonight,” he said.” Cue me melting into a huge puddle 🫠

“Ben met your gaze with a raised brow. “What, can’t take care of my girl?”” 🫠🫠 I’m gone. You know what this does to me. God I loved this whole scene. How caring he is. Nobody can say he doesn’t care for and love the reader. Dear lord.

““No one’s got the fucking right to talk about our business,” he said. “And you better not listen to a goddamn word. About me, and sure as shit, not about you.”” I feel like you’re trying to kill me with this chapter. Yes. I’m so happy he heard and he spoke up about what was said as it was completely rude and unnecessary. Personally I’d enjoy him bringing Trina down a bit, but this was just perfect 😍

Jeez aunt Silvia doesn’t mess around does she? I’m glad they saw the tiny side though and the teasing after was super cute.

But Trina definitely needs a talking to. I’m glad George spoke up but it didn’t deter her for long. I wouldn’t have blamed Ben at all for loosing his shit at her but the way he made Marie feel better about the crappy food 😍 just beautiful and shows how much he’s changed as a character again. Literally so adorable.

I really loved Marie and Louisa’s gifts to him. They were thoughtful and gives him more family which he desperately needs. But I also love that again, the journal started to rub him the wrong way but he tampered it down and saw the gift for what it was. I was actually really proud of him 😍

And the photo album was adorable. I loved the different photos you had included, both bens old ones and the new ones with the team. It was such a wonderful gift for him. It gave me all the feels 😍

Loved the ending. After all he’s done I think he earned a little care from the reader 😜

Again, this chapter and whole mini series was perfect. I’ve absolutely loved it and can’t wait to see what you do with the next one! Fantastic job 😘

Love Actually - Part 3

Paring: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

AN: And here’s Part 3, lovelies. Stick around after the end for a special announcement (new BMD fic dropping next weekend)!

Remember, this is set in the same world as “Break Me Down,” and set before “Checkerboard.” There will be a few references to the original story in this. But on the whole, this can be read as a stand-alone!

Word Count: 5,300 Warnings: 18+ only! Smutty smut ahead. Lots of fluff and a potential overload of feels.~

Part 3: “Auld Lang Syne”

You leaned down, subtly grabbing his thigh.

“I need you,” you whispered in his ear. The tone of your voice set his blood alight with new interest.

Ben’s resulting smirk was subtle, but edged. “A tour it is.”

Ben got up from the couch, giving you a thinly veiled look of smugness. He knew you’d come around.

You nearly rolled your eyes.

But when you told your grandfather your plans to show your boyfriend the rest of the house, he just waved the two of you off. He was too invested in the baseball game to give it much thought.

Which left Ben to follow you up the stairs, where he admired the curve of your ass in this little dress. He couldn’t help himself. He reached out and grabbed a delectable handful.

You gasped and clung to the guardrail. You shot him a warning look over your shoulder, despite your smile.

Not yet, your gaze told him. But you took his hand and guided him the rest of the way up. His grip tightened on yours.

All right. He could wait.

When they got to the second floor though, Ben started to get curious about the large two-story house.

“I thought you said your mom had debts,” he said. “Supposedly, that’s why you took on the job of hunting me down.”

You chuckled humorlessly. “Don’t let that Betty Crocker apron fool you. She’s a degenerate gambler.”

Behind you, Ben’s brows rose a bit.

You paused a step. “Or, well, she used to be. As you know, my family has issues.”

He snorted in response. Something else occurred to him though.

“Is this the house you grew up in?” he asked. You full on stopped walking then.

“Oh, no,” you said, with a firm shake of your head. “She sold that house after the divorce. She bought this one with the settlement money.”

Ben ruminated over that as you led him into the guest bathroom. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, and by the time he turned around, you were there with your warm hands on his chest, shoving back his jacket.

He smirked and shrugged it off the rest of the way, then draped it on the doorknob behind him. He started with unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt.

You watched him with hunger in your eyes, running your hands down his firm chest and solid abs.

You heaved a breath of relief when he pulled you in. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started kissing down your neck. You clung to his arms and tried to stop yourself from digging your nails into his nice shirt.

“What changed your mind?” Ben asked.

“Are you complaining?” you quipped.

“Always a fucking smartass,” he rejoined. And his lips left you, with him giving you raised brow. His thigh slipped between your legs, a slow and torturous friction. “Maybe I’ll just leave that pretty pussy on fire.”

Ugh, you thought. He could be so annoying. You leveled your stern eyes up at him.

“I need you to fuck me. Right now,” you said. “Or I’m gonna rip my aunt’s face off.”

You reached down to cup his length firmly through his slacks, earning a grunt from him. It ended on a groan when you grazed him with your nails. He chuckled deeply.

“That’s kinda hot,” he replied. An understatement. The hairs on his arms were standing up, along with his cock.

You smiled in amusement. “You would think so.”

He grabbed your arms and meant to kiss you, but you stopped him with your fingers against his lips.

“Two rules: this lipstick doesn’t come off. And no. Ripping. The dress.”

By no means did you want to get caught doing this. You already felt guilty, and you two hadn’t even done anything yet. But you needed this, or else you weren’t sure you could get through dinner without any violent incidents.

But you could tell that Ben was annoyed at being given restrictions as he stared down at you.

“You’re making a lot of fucking demands tonight,” he said, squeezing your arms a bit.

You smirked and tilted your face up to him. You leaned up, nearly brushing your lips with his.

“Isn’t it more satisfying when you have to work for it?” you asked.

Ben huffed, and almost rolled his eyes. If there was one thing you enjoyed doing, it was testing his fucking patience.

But then he smirked. “Fine.”

He gripped your arms tighter and turned you around, pressing you against the pristine granite countertop. You met his darkened gaze in the mirror.

You knew then that he was going to do one of his favorite things: taking you from behind while he made you watch. It wasn’t the first time, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. But you parted your legs, your lower belly quivering with anticipation as his thigh encouraged you.

His hands soothed down your arms, dragging across your body, squeezing your breasts over your dress while his lips burned down your neck once more. His teeth grazed your skin, making you shudder.

You then remembered to turn the faucet on in the sink. It would create some more background noise, and hopefully disguise your moans as his hands traveled down your body.

You helped him slide the skirt of your dress up, tug your pantyhose down to your ankles without ripping them.

“Hmm, I like the black lace,” he murmured behind you. His fingers dragged down your skin along with your panties.

“I know,” you replied on a shaky breath, as his fingers teased the slit of your pussy from behind, brushing between the folds. “You bought ‘em last week.”

“Did I?” he mused, as his fingers found your clit. He rubbed a bit roughly, drawing a pleased sound from your lips. “I’ve got good taste.”

A smile broke out across your face. “See? I never need to pay you any compliments. You can stroke your own ego just fine.”

Ben tilted his head at you. He peered around your shoulder to catch your eye. You gave him a sly look over your shoulder, though it was edged with desire.

“Oh yeah?” His words were a challenge. His fingers entered you then, earning an even deeper moan from you, though you tried to taper it down. “Maybe I should let you stroke your own too, huh?”

You shook your head, biting your lip. Your inner walls were already clenching on his fingers, and you had to grab his arm and the counter for balance.

“Ben, please,” you whispered more raggedly. His smirk took on a wicked edge.

“Oh, now it’s please?” he said, his voice drawing deeper, more gruff. “Please what?”

You couldn’t speak. His fingers were working overtime pulsing inside you, while his other hand joined, parting your folds to press on your clit like a button. You were so fucking close, you could taste it…

But as soon as that coil began to truly tighten, Ben withdrew his fingers. You panted for breath, and your gaze snapped up to his in the mirror. You glared at him.

“What the f—”

“Answer me,” he demanded. “Or I really will walk the fuck out right now.”

Big talk, you thought, from the man with a rock-hard dick. But you blew out a breath and conceded to his demands.

“Please,” you said, reaching back to stroke his cheek, running your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer. Your hand clenched in his hair. And with the other, you took his hand, still wet from where it had been inside you, and brushed it against your slippery folds.

“This is all because of you,” you said. “Only ever for you. Fuck me until I break an ankle in these heels. ‘Til I can’t fucking breathe.”

Ben’s chest warmed. And it wasn’t just about his pride.

Somehow, you gave him everything he wanted to hear and more. Maybe that was part of what he loved about you. Even when you demanded from him, you gave him more of yourself.

So he gave you what you wanted. He guided you down onto the counter and rucked up your dress. Per rule #2, he did it gently enough so he wouldn’t rip the fabric.

You heard his pants unzipping, felt the weeping head of his cock against your folds, teasing you for a moment. You gripped the counter and made a sound of pleading frustration.

“I gotcha, baby,” Ben said, lowly in your ear. He gripped your hip and guided his cock inside you, nice and slow. You both breathed hard, trying to keep your voices down. He then bottomed out, and it made your inner walls flutter and tighten. He made a gutteral sound, low and pleased. “Such a good girl.”

His darkened green eyes fixed on yours in the mirror. It was heat and desire, but it was also deeper. It always had been, ever since he met you.

And for you, his gaze alone was a molten caress. If you had it your way, you could very well spend the rest of the night in the guest bathroom. In this very moment…

But it had already been a while in here. You didn’t know how much time you had left before someone came to find you two, so you squeezed his hand on your hip.

“Get going, cowboy,” you teased, but it was really a command. Ben saw it in your heated gaze in the mirror, meeting his. He slid out of you slow at first, but snapped back in harder. It made you jolt, but also shudder and squeeze him from the inside out. He wished he had the time to do this how he wanted, taking his time, but that was one thing they didn’t have.

He made up for it by taking you hard and deep, putting you through your paces. You held on for dear life while trying not to let your voice raise higher. It was a challenge for you, and you knew Ben liked hearing your voice. But when he hit a particularly good angle, you couldn’t help but cry out a bit.

He brushed your hair away from your neck and pressed his lips there. He had to bite down to stifle his own grunts. It had you gasping at pain mixed with pleasure.

He was getting close too; you could feel it in his wilder thrusts, in the tightening of his hand on your hip. You needed just a bit more.

“Ben,” you whispered. He heard the ragged need in your voice. He saw it in your eyes when he met them in the mirror, desperate for release.

“Tell me,” he ground out.

You took his hand guided it again down to part your folds. He took the hint and once again circled the pads of his fingers against your clit—this time with purpose. Your breath hitched as the coil in your belly finally snapped and released its warmth.

He gave you a few more hard thrusts before his hips stuttered as he groaned, and he spilled inside you.

Oh shit. You still hadn’t gotten your IUD replaced…

Oh fucking well, you thought, as your core still quivered with pleasure. This was worth playing a bit fast and loose with your birth control.

For a while, the sounds of your mingled breaths were almost drowned out by the water running. You turned off the faucet. Then your eyes met Ben’s in the mirror, and you smiled.

The corner of his mouth raised. He slid out of you, but you kept him close with a hand around the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. Part of you couldn’t believe you just fucked your boyfriend in your mother’s house, in the guest bathroom of all places. But you felt all the better for it.

Or at least, you no longer had a desire for blood. You stroked the arm that still held you upright, more bracing now than restrictive. You felt his seed spilling down your inner thighs, but you couldn’t yet force yourself to move. Your legs were still shaky.

However, you knew you could rely on the strong pillar of his arms holding you. Ben rested his cheek against your hair, pressing a kiss there.

“You’re beautiful tonight,” he said.

Your eyes widened with soft shock. When it slowly faded, you bit your lip. Your body shook with quiet laughter as your brows rose high.

“Right now?” you asked. With your dress rucked up and your pantyhose rolled down to your ankles.

“Yeah. Right now,” Ben said. “A fucking sight.”

And he meant it.

You could tell, and that warmed you down to your toes. Your smile softened as you rested against him and closed your eyes for a moment.

“You don’t know how glad I am that you’re here with me,” you said. “Thank you.”

“I’ve got some idea,” he murmured, smirking as you once again trembled with a giggle.

You reluctantly detangled yourself from him to reach down under the sink for a washcloth. Ben let go of your waist, only so he could take the small towel from your hand. You looked up at him in confusion, but he leaned around you to run the cloth under a bit of warm water from the sink.

He then got down on one knee in front of you, and proceeded to clean you up himself. Your eyes widened as you stared down at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

He’d never done this before. Something about it made you blush. The sheer intimacy of it, probably, of his hand running the warm cloth up your bare inner thighs. His free hand held one of your calves, his thumb resting just under your knee.

You had to reach for his shoulder to stabilize yourself when the cloth swiped between your thighs, against your sensitive core. It made your lower belly tingle again with a spark of arousal. You breathed in slow and deep before you spoke.

“Not that I’m complaining, but…” you trailed. You weren’t even able to finish your question.

Ben met your gaze with a raised brow. “What, can’t take care of my girl?”

It took you a moment, but eventually you smiled. The kind of smile that made your insides warm and buoyant, and your stomach clench.

You had a feeling he’d overheard you and your sister talking earlier. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d eavesdropped with his superior hearing.

Your expression faded a bit when something occurred to you. You tilted your head at him.

“You heard everything my aunt said, didn’t you?” you asked.

Ben paused a moment, holding the towel against your inner thigh. His lips drew downward as he remembered what he’d heard while trying to concentrate on the baseball game with George.

“I’m just sayin’!” Trina said. “He might have forever, but you certainly don’t.”

If Louisa hadn’t stepped in when she had, Ben might’ve had to ruin his new suit, if not the evening.

“Seems like having a big fucking mouth runs in your family,” he muttered.

You snorted. “Yeah, but mine’s endearing. She’s just a bitch, still bitter from her divorce.”

Ben didn’t answer. Though after he finished cleaning you up, he rested and elbow on his bent knee. His free hand dragged up your thigh and over your hip, squeezing soft flesh.

“Yeah well, put her in her place next time, or I will,” he said. His tone was edged, and you gave him a wry look.

“I’ll try not to give you the chance,” you said.

“I mean it,” Ben said. His gaze bore into yours, unyielding, even from where he knelt at your feet. He stood to his full height, tucking in his shirt and zipping his pants back up as he went.

“No one’s got the fucking right to talk about our business,” he said. “And you better not listen to a goddamn word. About me, and sure as shit, not about you.”

A small, sharp breath got stuck in your throat. Just then, you found you had to swallow past a swell of emotion lodging in your throat.

His hands found their way back to your hips and squeezed gently, but with purpose. You read it in his eyes.

“You hearing me?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Your aunt was someone who always “meant well.” You had gotten far too used to swallowing your tongue for your mother’s sake. And at the end of the day, you usually knew how to let Trina’s words roll off. You’d certainly had plenty of practice.

But regardless, your heart grew for this man.

You took his face between your hands, and you kissed him deeply, breaking rule #1.

You took a few more minutes to fix your clothes, your hair, and yes, your lipstick.

When you two eventually went back downstairs, the table was nearly set. The appetizers and wine remained, along with the plates and silverware. All that was missing was dinner itself.

“Okay, looks like dinner’s about ready. I’m gonna go and help,” you said. You gave Ben a parting smile and let your fingers run down the back of his arm. He shot you a wink, and one last pat on the ass.

You had to stifle your squeal, sending him a playfully warning look on your way to the kitchen. You stepped back in to see your mom pouring the cranberry sauce into a serving pitcher.

“Oh, glad Miss Congeniality could grace us again with her presence,” Trina remarked at the sight of you.

You gave her a flat smile. “What do you need?”

“We’re serving. Help your mom,” she said, nodding behind her. You wordlessly agreed and went over to Marie, who gave you a curious look.

“Where were you all that time?” she asked. Louisa looked over with the same question in her eyes.

“Well, I said hi to Grandpa,” you said. It wasn’t a lie, and technically, nor were your next words. “And then I gave Ben a tour of the house.”

When the fuck is dinner already? Ben thought as he approached the dining table filled with mini quiche, pigs-in-a-blanket, and other appetizers. His stomach was starting to growl something fierce. He was craving real food, but he still grabbed one of the small plates.

While he surveyed the layout of finger food, Great Aunt Silvia sidled up next to him with her cane in hand. Ben noticed her out of the corner of his eye. According to George, she’d had a hip replacement last month.

“Hey, there,” he greeted somewhat politely, if distracted by adding food to his small plate.

“Oh, my days. You’re Soldier Boy,” she said in surprise. Her eyes twinkled with delight.

Where’ve you been, lady? Ben thought in annoyance. Oh, that’s right. Passed out in a damn oxy coma.

Before he could respond with something half gracious, he felt a bony hand get a meaty handful of his ass.

He actually flinched, more at the suddenness than anything else. A pig-in-a-blanket flew from his plate and rolled off the table.

Ben gave the old woman an incredulous look. What the fuck?

“Excuse me?” he uttered.

But of course, she played dumb. And she ducked quick when you came over with the mashed potatoes in large bowl. You set it down on the table, but you noted the grouchy look on his face as he looked past you into the living room. Great Aunt Sylvia waddled away with the help of her cane, back to her nice recliner.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, earning his attention.

“Silvia’s a wily old broad,” he muttered. At the look on your face, however, he felt the need to clarify. “Apparently she got my ass confused with the quiche.”

You bit your lip, and your eyes widened. You had to stifle a shocked giggle as you glanced past him to your great aunt, who’d taken her usual seat by her brother. You slid Ben a knowing smirk.

“I thought you liked older women,” you teased.

He scoffed. “Gotta draw the line somewhere. I think ‘hip replacement’ is that line.”

“Not running for the Astroglide, huh?” you whispered in his ear.

He grimaced, even though he also wanted to laugh. He just shook his head.

“Jesus Christ, enough.”

You stifled a laugh through your nose and soothed his arm.

“Here, help us with getting the ham on the table. Maybe we can avoid another member of my family playing grab ass.”

Once Christmas dinner was all set on the dining table, you were practically salivating. You had a hard time deciding on what to try first: the ham, the sweet potato casserole, the cranberry sauce, or stick as much of all three on your fork as you could.

You went with the latter, and Louisa eyed you with a laugh.

“What?” you asked with your mouth full. It got Ben’s attention as well.

“You do this every year,” Louisa remarked. “It’s like you forgot how long it takes to get dinner on the table in this house.”

“I’m freakin’ starving,” you admitted.

“Yeah? Worked up an appetite, did you?” Ben asked, a bit pointedly, despite the way he sipped at his wine. (And paying you back for that Astroglide quip).

You shot him a warning look at his audacity.

Louisa seemed to be the only one who caught the exchange, with a suspicious brow raise.

“So Ben,” Trina began, around a mouthful of ham. Already her voice set you on edge. “What was it like in the ‘40s? You know, with the Nazis and everything.”

You and Ben shared a subtle glance. His jaw clenched.

Fuuuucking hell, you thought.

From the head of the table, Grandpa George looked over at his eldest daughter with an annoyed glint in his eye.

“Katrina, do us all a favor,” he said wryly. “Keep stuffin’ your face.”

You bit your lip against a grin. Louisa shared your same problem, snorting into her Diet Coke.

Trina looked adequately indignant, but to everyone’s relief, she just pursed her lips and speared at her plate.

The rest of dinner was interesting, to say the least, with many questions thrown to Ben about his celebrity days. He ate up the attention, just as you thought he would. It seemed your little escapade upstairs loosened him up too. He told his favorite stories, editing the more graphic anecdotes out of some of them, you noticed gratefully.

The atmosphere only got tense when Ben bit into some kind of casserole Marie made. The texture was soft and stringy with green beans, but there was something unpleasantly sweet, and even crunchy in the middle. Uncooked noodles, maybe? Frankly, he wasn’t sure what he was eating.

“You all right, hun?” Marie asked him.

“What is this?” Ben asked, pointing down at his plate with a fork.

“Ah.” Trina peered at his plate, and then the suspect casserole. “It’s probably not quite right. God love her, but my sister’s no Gordon Ramsay.”

You frowned as your mom’s gaze fell. Her lips drew downwards in disappointment.

Before you could speak up, Ben’s voice stopped you.

“You know what,” Ben said. His voice was tight, in a way that told you he might just snap. Your aunt’s questions had gotten more intrusive and annoying over the past hour, too much even for him to let roll down his back. He was used to dealing with shitty press, but Trina was fucking relentless.

Someone better fucking muzzle this bitch before I do it for her.

The words were about to fly out of his mouth, in a very real threat. Ben only took his belt off in public for two reasons: a good fuck and a good old-fashioned hog tie. Your aunt was about to get the latter.

However, he could tell by the way you were gripping the edge of the table, you were bracing yourself for whatever he was going to say next. All eyes were on him.

Ben drew in a breath. With every cell of effort left in him, he turned to Marie with a smile. As pleasant as he could manage.

“I was just trying to figure out what you put in this, because it’s delicious,” he said.

Marie blinked with a bit of surprise, but then, she brightened.

“Oh…well, it’s just green bean casserole. A bit of butter, some Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup. That classic recipe,” she said.

But she paused, in a way that told Ben that the other shoe was about to drop.

“…And I just added a few raisins and walnuts this time. For some texture,” she said with a shrug. “You know, something different.”

She smiled at Ben, while he and the rest of the table tried not to grimace. Who the fuck puts raisins in cream of mushroom? That’s just wrong.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said.

Ben offered her a nod, but he had to take a long sip of wine to wash the unpleasant mix of overbearing salt and sweetness down.

He felt your soft hand squeeze his under the table. When he looked over, he found your subtle, thankful smile. The corner of his mouth raised, however slightly.

The night ticked on, and Ben subtly checked his watch while he chilled out on the couch. He was at the edge of the festivities now, as your family was exchanging gifts by the modest Christmas tree in the living room.

He surveyed them all—warm and comfortable with one other as they joked and hugged and talked and laughed. Even Trina looked less irritating.

Ben felt a bit like an intruder.

Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever had this. A quiet, family Christmas.

Though he was a bit surprised when Marie was the first one to walk over to him. She sat down on the couch and offered him two gift bags. One was larger than the other.

“You didn’t have to,” he told her, but she waved him off.

“Nonsense. When I saw this, I couldn’t help thinking of you,” she said. Ben began opening the larger one first. It was a simple, dark blue bag.

“You might think it’s silly,” she said, folding her hands in her lap in a slightly nervous gesture. “Feel free to return it if you don’t like it.”

Ben pulled out a nice bottle of whiskey. He actually appreciated this one.

“Oh! That’s from Louisa,” said Marie.

“Really?” He glanced over and found Louisa sitting on the floor beside you.

You were busy trying to cut through a present Grandpa George had wrapped with duct tape, just to be an asshole. (He did this to you every year, precisely because it frustrated you so much.)

But Louisa looked up and met Ben’s gaze, giving him a wry smile and a lazy soldier’s salute. His lips quirked, and he inclined his head in wordless thanks.

“This one next,” Marie prompted him. She tapped on the second gift bag, which was bright green and shiny.

There he found a leatherbound journal and a set of silver ballpoint pens. They looked expensive. They also reminded him of a set his father used to keep in his desk, in his study. Even the smell of the leather brought him back to that room, filled with books, crisp ink-filled pages, and tumblers of whiskey.

“I’ve worked in a hospital for over ten years, in the psychology wing,” Marie said. “I see a lot of veterans. Lisa, my friend who’s a nurse? She told me that writing things down can help with memories you want to keep, and sort through the ones you’d rather not.”

Ben held her gaze for a moment, but it soon fell to the journal. He didn’t really know what to say. For once, he was at a loss for words.

Mostly because he was irritated. He didn’t need what she was offering, and implying…

Still, it was hard to get mad at someone like Marie. It would be like all those times he’d snapped at his own mother, leaving him feeling hollow inside afterwards. He’d always apologized to her later…in his own way.

But that was a long time ago.

“Sorry,” Marie said eventually. “I know, you’re too busy for all that. But at least you’ve got the whiskey.”

“Thank you,” Ben said. But the reserved smile he offered her was more genuine than even he expected. The journal and the pens still laid in his lap.

Marie smiled warmly, and in it, Ben saw your inner softness. The way you cared about your family and your friends, and him…he knew then that it began here.

Marie gave his cheek a motherly pat. Ben allowed it, begrudgingly.

“We’re so glad you’re here, honey,” she said. “I hope you had a good time.”

He was a bit relieved when she finally moved on. She headed over to Louisa, who was opening one of her gifts. You got up off the floor returned to your boyfriend with a wrapped box in your hand. First, you admired his small haul.

“Look who’s popular,” you noted with a grin. Ben gave you a bemused look and put the gifts back in their respective bags.

“I’ve got one more for you,” you said, with a teasing smile that made him suspicious. You handed him the box, which was about the size of a large book. The sticker said it was from you, to him.

His brows furrowed. “What’s this?”

You already got him the watch. But at your gesturing, he ripped the green wrapping paper off to find…a photo album.

“Really, what is this?” he asked.

“You can’t tell?”

“I know what it is—”

“Well, then open it,” you prodded. You sat down next to him as he started flipping through the album.

The very first picture wiped the curious expression from his face. It was his mother, crisp in black and white. She was young and beautiful and smiling almost shyly for the camera on a windy day.

Right beside it, there was one of his parents’ wedding pictures, old and yellowed around the corners. The third was a faded picture of the club where his parents met. His mother had been a singer there.

You leaned over with a hand on his shoulder. Ben looked over at you.

“What the hell did you do?” Ben he asked. His face was hard to read, but he didn’t look upset. His tone was more resigned.

“I found your stash of pictures under the bed, so I thought I’d put them together for you,” you said. You bit your lip in worry, hoping he would like it. You weren’t sure of his reaction yet.

After a moment, he kept flipping. Next were a few pictures of himself, incredibly young and already with a familiar cocky grin. There was even a rare picture of him and his parents together. He remembered when and where it was taken—at his father’s birthday, right after Ben got kicked out of boarding school.

He hadn’t looked at these pictures in…hell. It’d been decades. He'd retrieved them from an old storage locker last month, but hadn't gotten around to actually opening up the box. Now, he supposed, he didn't have to.

But the album then skipped ahead, by a lot, because the next row of pictures was unfamiliar to him—ones you must’ve added.

They were of the Supe Affairs team. One was a group picture Hughie managed to grab with all of you in it.

There was another right beside it, of Hughie trying to lift Ben’s shield.

“When the fuck did that little shit get ahold of my shield?” Ben groused.

“No idea,” you said with a smile, and you flipped the page. There was an old school polaroid of you with Frenchie and Kimiko, sharing milkshakes. Then you and Annie, clinking cocktails together. Followed by you and M.M. trying to beat Butcher at backgammon.

And then one of you, your friend Yvette, and her son Devon in Central Park. Another beside it, on that same day, where Ben had an arm raised high and parallel to the ground, and Devon clung onto his arm with a wide smile.

Ben lingered on that picture for a moment. He was too engrossed in it to see you glance at him, smiling.

He flipped to the next page, where there was a picture of just you and Ben, sleeping in the jet on the way back from a rare field mission you were a part of. He was still in his supe suit, with an arm thrown around your waist. You were resting on his chest, and both of you were completely knocked out. Ben quirked a smile at that one.

On that page and the next was a series of pictures from the past few months. He didn’t know this, but you’d been collecting them from your phone and had gotten them developed.

There was the first time Ben got you to ride a motorcycle with him. You were apprehensive, clinging to him for dear life while he grinned. It had taken him a while to convince you to hop on, but the only thing that worked was finally telling you the truth.

“You really think for one damn second that I’m gonna let you fall?”

The next picture was one he got of you, fresh out of the shower with a towel barely wrapped around you. You were clearly annoyed, but also amused that he’d surprised you with the camera. Ben now pointed to it.

“That one’s my favorite,” he grinned.

“Shocker,” you said with a chuckle. “Keep flipping.”

He then got to one you took of him. He was sitting out on the balcony, half-dressed with a cigar puffing away. The sun was setting beyond him. You caught his profile as he turned to look at you over his shoulder.

It was a good memory for you, and some damn good photography skills, if you did say so yourself.

But there was another picture that drew Ben’s eye. It was one that Annie sneakily took of you and him on a night out with her, Hughie, Kimiko, and Frenchie. After a bit of alcohol and cajoling, you’d managed to get Ben out on the dance floor. You were both dewy with sweat from dancing. The lighting was off because of the darkness of the club.

But the way he was holding you, looking at you with fire thinly veiled behind his eyes, and the way you were looking up at him, like you’d never been more satisfied than to be right where you were…

It was a damn perfect moment captured in four corners. And as Ben’s finger traced the edge of them, he couldn’t stop staring at what it held.

Until you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Merry Christmas,” you said. And you hoped it was officially a good one.

When Ben once again turned his head to look at you, he couldn’t help but reach out and frame your face with his hand. He then leaned in and kissed you, unhurried, but with an underlying passion.

Delightful heat crawled down your spine. You grasped his collar to keep him where you wanted him.

Meanwhile, the two of you didn’t realize that the rest of your family was surreptitiously watching the little scene. Trina and Marie shared amused smiles. George was glad to see that you finally seemed happy. Sylvia was, once again, passed out in the recliner.

Louisa’s expression was more reserved…but her eyes softened. Maybe she didn’t have to worry about you so much after all.

And when Ben finally parted from you, he thumbed gently at your chin.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he said.

You and Ben left your mother’s house with plenty of leftover food and a haul of presents, which you both brought upstairs into your apartment.

“So, I know there were some snafus, but it was nice, right?” you asked him as you made your way into the bedroom.

Ben was already there at his dresser, taking off his new watch and placing it back in its black suede box for safe keeping. He considered your words with a nod, and a smile you couldn’t see.

“It wasn’t bad,” he said.

You nodded in satisfaction. That was practically a glowing review, coming from him.

His gaze found yours in the mirror, those perfectly red painted lips forming a smile as you approach from behind. Your hands travelled through the bows of his arms to unbuckle his belt for him.

“I know you did me a lot of favors today, but I’m gonna need one more,” you said, with a coy smile curving your lips. “I need your help taking off this lipstick.”

Smirking, Ben turned in your arms and leaned back casually against the dresser. Using his unfastened belt as leverage, you leaned up in your heels and met his lips in a slow, but fiery kiss.

His eyes unconsciously closed as the scent of your perfume once again invaded his nose. It was less powerful by now, but it still clung to your skin like a soft imprint. He liked it.

After your lips drew away from his, Ben watched you make a show of undoing the small latch on his pants, and then his zipper. He sunk his fingers into the soft waves of your hair, and he gave you a charming grin that once got him starlets and movie deals.

“Well, I’m nothing if not a gentleman,” he said.

You smirked at that. You didn’t know if fucking you in your mom’s house constituted as gentlemanly behavior, but you’d let that slide.

And you did some sliding yourself, down his strong thighs and onto your knees. He could take care of you all right, but you prided yourself on taking care of him too.

AN: And there you have it, folks. 😜 What did you think? From bathroom shenanigans and Christmas dinner to some good old-fashioned gift giving. I think we covered it all! lol

Coming Soon: "Strong As Blood"

The next story I have lined up for the BMD-verse will probably be my last planned one for a hot minute, other than one request I got that I really want to do in the near future (but I haven't written it as of yet).

This next one is called, "Strong As Blood":

Summary: After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out?

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

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troglobite · 2 years ago

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observation i made tonight

my mom appears to not want to do anything Just For Her unless she’s mad at me, or unless i convince her over the course of several weeks that she should do it

she bought a detroit style deep dish frozen pizza while shopping on saturday. i fucking loathe deep dish pizza.

she made it tonight.

it tastes....fine?

but it smelled so bad and the house still fucking smells it is HORRIFIC. the smell is fucking AWFUL.

but it occurred to me--she’s never bought one of those before, and she got it from wal-mart, so it’s not like she hasn’t seen them before.

but she finally buys it--

bc she was mad at me on saturday, and she made it tonight bc she’s still mad at me.

i picked at & ate one piece bc i was starving and had to put the dishes away (god fucking forbid it wait any longer) but otherwise i made myself a frozen dinner of mine.

like. i am perfectly fine w and capable of finding something to eat for myself. she knows this. so whenever she wants something for dinner that i don’t want--but she’s NOT mad at me--she just won’t make it. and it’s like--why??? i tell her a million times to just get it or make it or whatever, i’ll find something to eat. but she just struggles w it so much.

unless, of course, she’s mad at me.

it’s so fucking irritating.

like maybe you wouldn’t resent me so much IF YOU JUST DID WHAT YOU WANTED TO MORE OF THE TIME. LIKE HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

it’s not MY fault that you don’t do the things you want to do! i’ve been an adult for several years now! I’M FINE.

you are still my mom and we still live together and we have a relationship--and yeah, rn i don’t have a job.

but i’m not a fucking idiot child who’s demanding all this shit of you.

it’s just wild bc i’m clear abt asking for the things i DO want and NEED.

and then she gets pissy abt them bc she’s like “i already do so much for you”

and i’m just like

yeah and how many times have i told you I DON’T WANT OR NEED HALF OF THAT SHIT???? but she never listens. and just resents me.

like grow the fuck up and accept that you’re just refusing yourself nice things bc of your own fucking hangups that you’ve never bothered to work through, and it has nothing to do with me, i’m just a convenient scapegoat so you don’t have to think too hard abt your life and who you are

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hotforharrysheart · 2 years ago

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The Fight

The whole of Harry’s crew and all your friends were listening to your podcasts now. You had done two and literally every person you talked to asked you when the next one was gonna be. The demand was high. Glenne heard it and immediately took it to her boss who loved it and before you knew it, you had a deal with Apple for two podcasts a month. You were so happy but also somewhat overwhelmed with the deadlines. The case you were working on had taken longer than you expected - materials were delayed and the lead investigator got sick and you were down to the wire and had to have everything ready in two days and you were stressed. You’re in a spare dressing room, writing and re-writing your opening statement and questions when Harry comes in.

“Hi baby.”

“Hi.” Clipped.

“Y’ok? Miss ya,” he says coming up behind you and kissing your neck.

You glance at the clock. He’d just finished sound check which sends you into more of a panic because you wanted to be farther along than you were so you could watch the concert tonight. You kiss his cheek quickly. “I’m busy with this new podcast. Can I catch up with you later?”

He huffs. He’s not used to being ignored especially when he has time to spend with you. “Thought ya might be hungry.”

“I am, but I really don’t have time to eat right now with the show tonight,” you say, lips between your teeth.

“C’mon, come get somethin’ to eat an’ give me a cuddle.”

“I really can’t right now. I’ll be at the show. Just need to get this done.” You huff. You’re stressed and he’s annoying you. You already said no.

“Don’ hafta be huffy. Ya pester me befo’ I go on an’ I don’ get pissy abou’ it.” He says, chuckling.

You turn around and look at him, blinking rapidly. He literally spoke your deepest fear about being on the road out loud…that you’d be in the way and bothering him. “I can’t believe you,” you say, grabbing your purse and pushing past him to the door, shutting it behind you, wheezing with the effort of holding in your tears. You can hear him shouting wait behind you as you slip off and make your way to the exit.

Just as he’s about to take off in a run after you his sound manager comes running in to let him know they’ve been looking for him because they may have a potential problem and they need him to come run through some songs. He hesitates to leave the area, but can’t imagine that you’d go far, so he heads the direction of the stage stopping to look back a few times. He knows he hurt you with his words, but he never ever intended them to sound the way they came out.

You reach the exit door and stop, your hand on the push bar, tears streaming down your face. Logically you know you should stay, but you need to get out of here. Just need to get away, alone, some time to think is all you can think about at the moment. You’re tired, stressed and now you wonder if you’ve made a mistake, if maybe you were too quick to agree to this. The sobs can’t be held in any longer. Pushing the door open you walk down the sidewalk having no idea where you’re going, just knowing you need to go.

After twenty minutes of walking, you find a little coffee shop and go in and have a seat. The barista who would typically expect a customer to order from the counter, comes out and asks if you need anything. Immediately, you’re thankful that she speaks English and place an order for a tall coffee, thinking you’re gonna need it now because it looks like you won’t be able to attend the show because you have so much work to catch up on. The tears start to fall again, and you’re wipe constantly in an effort to not bring attention to yourself. You just need to be lost for a minute away from everything so you can focus on what to do about you and Harry. The barista brings over the coffee and a leaves an apple muffin saying, “it’s on me,” she can tell you’re upset, but thankfully doesn’t pry. You thank her and promptly take a bite although the last thing on your mind is eating, but you don’t want to turn down someone’s kindness. You realize that’s the kind of thing Harry would do and that just makes your eyes burn more. He’s so kind and thoughtful, maybe he’s getting tired of being around you? Maybe this whole traveling with him idea was a bad one? Does he regret you being around all the time? Your nose is running, and you need a tissue so you reach in your purse to grab one and realize that you don’t have your phone. “Damn!” you say to the empty seat across from you. You haven’t had an empty seat across from you in over eight months, he’s always there. You put your elbow on the table, close your eyes and rest your chin on your palm. “What the hell are you doing?” you say to your coffee as you stir it.

Meanwhile, Harry is completely distracted during the second sound check, he needs it to go smoothly and it seems everything that could go wrong, is. He leans his head back and sends a fuck you to the universe. Taking a deep breath he sees security come down the aisle.

“Find her?” he questions abruptly interrupting them before they’ve had a chance to say a word.

“No, but we’re searching,” one of them says holding his hands up in surrender. “Any idea why should would leave without her phone?” The taller of the two asks.

“Cause ‘m a fuckin’ dumbass is why!”

They look at each other with a knowing look and don’t press the issue.

“I’ve gotta go…,” he starts to say knowing it’s impossible. “FUCK!” he says throwing his head back. Everyone goes silent. He looks around and apologizes, then looks at his security, bottom lip quivering and stammers, “ya have ta find her, I…I…I can’t do this tonigh’ withou’ knowin’ she’s safe, please, I’m begging ya.”

His phone rings. He looks at the screen and sighs. “No’ a good time Jeffery.”

“You have to go on tonight, H. We can’t cancel.”

He sighs. “Don’ wan’ ta. Bu’ I can’t go on if she’s no’ here.” His voice catches, finally breaking down and crying. “I have ta find her.”

“They’ll find her, H or she’ll come back. She just needs a break. I’m sure that’s all it is.”

He sniffles and wipes his eyes. “I gotta go.”

You finish your coffee and muffin and grab your trash. You’d like to keep walking and walk all the way back to London to a house that’s not even yours. This was a mistake, you think as you throw your trash in the bin and sigh. No choice but to go back and pack your bags. When you’re back in London, you can figure out what to do next. You’ll have to tell Glenne that this deal isn’t working out. There’s no way you’ll be done on time. The tears are still sliding down your cheeks. How could he have said that to me? You think. You’re mad but also very hurt. You wipe your face as the venue comes into view and you can see fans already lined up. You just pass the tour buses when two security guards converge on you. “Come with us,” one of them says, taking your elbow. “We’ve got her,” the other one speaks into his walkie talkie. If you weren’t so sad, you’d be furious. You try and jerk your elbow out of his grip, but he’s holding you firmly.

You finally reach Harry’s dressing room and one of them bangs on the door. It opens and Harry grabs you and pulls you in for a bone crushing hug, but you don’t hug him back. “Thank you,” he says, shaking both of their hands. He shuts the door and you push on his chest until he lets go. You go to where your bags are and start packing.

“What’re ya doing?”

“I’m packing.”

His lips are in a hard line. "Ya put yourself in danger, ya scared the...fuck, love. Left ya phone.”

You sigh, crossing your arms. “That was a mistake. What you said WAS NOT.”

"I know an’ ‘m s’ fuckin' sorry, dinna mean it tha’ way..."

You hmph. "Well, maybe we're spending too much time together. Coming on the road…maybe it was a mistake.”

"Tha's bullshit an' ya know it is... don' ya need me as much as I need you?!”

“I do need you, but I need to work. I can’t just do nothing, and I have actual deadlines now.”

“I know…’m sorry. Said ‘m sorry an’ I am. I…don’…I should take it mo’ seriously.” He comes to stand in front of you, hands rubbing down your crossed arms. “I’ll do better. Bu’ ya can’ jus’ leave without’ anyone knowin’ where ya are.”

“Look,” you say holding your hands up, “I forgot my phone, I wasn’t exactly thinking about it at the time…” you look down at your feet, “to be honest, I just wanted to get away from you, from everything at the moment.”

Tears roll down his face and his chin quivers, “If somethin’ had happened…”

You interrupt, “but it didn’t and now you need to go do this show, do it for me, okay? Please don’t disappoint those lovely people who worked so hard to be able to see you.”

“Wha’ are ya gonna do during…” he says brows furrowed and his teary eyes searching yours.

“I’m gonna go back to the hotel, I need ta think…” you say fidgeting with your shirt tail.

He’s pleading, “Jesus, baby, please…I’m s’fuckin’ sorry.”

“I know, please just respect that I need to think,” you say tears rolling down your face.

He reaches for you, and you lean forward to kiss his cheek, “I love you, H. I’ll see you tonight, alright?”

“Please…,” he stutters, “I. Love. You.”

A knock at the door sounds to let him know that the opening act is going on stage for soundcheck.

“Go be a rockstar,” you say palm to his face and tears rolling down your cheeks and walk past him and out the door to find someone to drive you back to the hotel.

******5 hours later*******

Harry had put on a spectacular show, despite feeling utterly brokenhearted inside. The band and those he worked with closely could tell he was off, but not a single fan left the venue with anything less than his very best performance, after all he was doing it for his girl, because she asked him to. But now it was his time, he needed to get back to you and now. He rushes through a shower at the venue and throws on joggers and hoodie. He pulls the hoodie over his head trying to find a quiet peacefulness during the impossibly long car ride back to the hotel. His hands literally itch to get there, desperate to see you.

He softly opens one of the double doors to the suite and turns to gently shut and lock it behind him. His heart drops at the sight of your bags packed by the door. He sighs as he walks through the dark rooms until he gets to the bedroom. He gently opens the door in case you were asleep, although he’s hoping that you stayed up to talk this through. You were mad and hurt and understandably so, but didn’t he at least deserve a second chance? But maybe that was just his own narcissism talking. The room is dark, and he can see you in the bed facing away from him. He can feel his throat close up at the thought of you leaving. He sighs and takes off his clothes and slips in the bed next to you, curling around you, pressing kisses to your shoulder. You stir and roll over. You can just see each other in the dim light coming in from the floor to ceiling windows.

“Hi. How was the concert?”

“It was off. I hope no one noticed. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ abou’ ya.”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you either.”

“Saw ya bags by the door. Ya still leavin’?”

You sigh. “I don’t know. I go back and forth. Maybe I should,” you say, fingers tracing his collarbones, eyes not meeting his.

He sighs. “I don’ wan’ ya ta go, bu’ I won’ stop ya if ya need ta either.”

Your eyes flick back up to his. “I…don’t wanna be in the way and now I feel like I am.”

“Jesus, baby, I dinna mean it like tha’. I was jus’ kiddin’. I was jus’ missin’ ya. It was stupid an’ ‘m sorry. Ya not in the way. Never in the way. I wan’ ya here…need ya here.” His hand moves to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Please don’ go. Don’ leave me. I love ya s’much.”

You can feel the tears falling. “I love you too. I…you hurt me. The thing I worried about most and you said it out loud.”

He closes his eyes. “I know an’ ‘m sorry. I dinna mean it. I dinna know ya felt tha’ way. Shit, ‘m s’sorry baby, please believe me.”

You sigh. “You mean that?”

“O’course! I begged ya ta come wi’ me an’ now I’m beggin’ ya ta stay. Please don’ leave me,” he says, tears falling down his cheeks.

“C’mere.” You move to wrap your arms around him, and he hugs you to him tightly.

“I love you. I’ll stay. I don’t want to be without you either. I need time to do my podcasts and I need you to understand that.”

He squeezes you tighter. “You’re right. Give ya as much time as ya need, promise.”

You pull back and press your lips to his. He kisses you back, hard. He kisses you until you’re both breathless. “Let’s get some rest, ok?”

“Ok.”

You roll over and he snuggles up against you.

He tightens his arms around you, he fucked up and hurt you. Although deep down he knows it probably won’t be the last time, he hopes to Christ it is. He feels your body hiccup and whimper as you drift off, it’s like your body is trying to release the sorrow. He kisses your shoulder, holding his mouth tight to your skin willing his love to seep into you to heal the broken spaces.

When he feels your breathing even out, he too finally succumbs to a fitful sleep.

A couple of hours later he wakes with a sharp ache in his chest and a desperate need only you can fulfill. You’d snuggled into him like every other night; your little spoon to his big one. His hand is on the bare skin of your tummy under your tank top. You usually sleep naked, but with things happening the way they had, you went to bed in a tank and sleep shorts. Apparently in his sleep, his hand sought your soft skin and had found its way underneath. He manages to get the other arm under your head and he can feel your warm breath on the inside of his elbow where you rest. Fuck, you smell good, your hair, your skin…you smell like home to him. The home you made together that was built on love. He could’ve lost it all and he can’t bear that. He swallows hard and inhales a gulp of air, his emotions are getting the best of him and he needs you to understand…needs you to know how fuckin’ sorry he is…how much he regrets being thoughtless…He needs you to know he loves you with every fiber of his being. He needs to feel your body, he needs your taste on his tongue and your skin on his lips. A single tear rolls out of his eye and down to his ear, it’s too much and he can’t wait. He kisses your neck just below your ear and gently rubs circles on your tummy before pulling his hand out to pull the strap of your tank down your shoulder so he can kiss there. The kisses turn into licks and open-mouthed kisses where he sucks the surface of your skin. He feels you stir slightly and your whimper causes him to squeeze his eyes shut tight, he wants you to whimper with his touch again and not with the memories of sorrow.

“I love ya, baby,” he presses his forehead to the side of your head and whispers it over and over and over. He feels your breathing change and he can tell you’re awake, “Ya my best friend, my favorite person, my life, my love, my everything, my lover, please don’t ever leave me, please, forgive me, please know how sorry I am….”

Your hand finds his and squeezes.

“Need ya so bad.”

“Kiss me Harry,” you say turning your head to get access to his mouth.

He places his free palm on the side of your head and tenderly kisses your lips. He pulls back slightly and feels the tear drop onto the inside of his forearm; you’d shed too many tears because of him and he’s had all he can take.

“Baby, please…” is all he can get out before you turn onto your back needing better access to him.

“I love you Harry, god, I love you so much, I don’t want to argue, I don’t want to be in your way…”

He stops you with a deep kiss. “Don’ talk like tha’ anymore, please, let me love ya…please,” he begs.

You reach down and pull your tank top over your head and he helps you get it off.

“Please, take it all off, please, baby…” he says in a rush.

Although dark in the room, he can feel you nod your head. He reaches down to help you push your panties and sleep shorts off. You’re both in a hurry, frantic, your breath a mess of kisses and moans.

“’m s’sorry…s’sorry…,” he keeps saying over and over. His hands trace every line and curve on your body. They’re warm and sure as he grips every place he can and moves his body over yours.

You spread your legs to form a cradle for him to lay in. Your hands grab fists full of his hair, kissing and moaning, as he licks and sucks his way around your skin, to your nipples. There, he pulls them into his mouth, growling to get as much of your breast in his mouth as he can. “Fuckin’ love ya s’much,” he whimpers against your skin. He trails his lips down your tummy and bites at the skin on your hips. “Are ya wet fo’ me yet, love?” he asks against your hip bone. “Please tell me ya wan’ me…please say it.”

Breathing rapidly, “Harry, hahhh…harry, I want you, I want you, I need you,” you whisper into the darkness.

He kisses back up to your face and you shiver. He pulls the duvet up over his back covering you both, “Tha’ better? Want ya ta be warm.” He says brushing the hair on the sides of your head.

You nod your head and pull your knees up high and tight on his side.

“Baby, can ya let me inside ya?” he asks lips pressed against yours.

“Please, Harry, come inside me, I’m desperate to feel you,” you say tenderly.

He reaches down and slides the head of his cock though your wetness and lines it up with your entrance. He gently pushes in and you gasp and he groans. He pushes so deep your breath catches as he bottoms out.

“You’re so deep,” you whisper in his ear as you squeeze a fistful of his hair.

“I need to be deeper,” he responds, “want more of ya, want all of ya, always.”

“I’m here, Harry, I’m here…” you breathe in his ear.

“Don’t stop saying it, love, don’t stop saying it…” he whimpers.

“I’m here, I’m right here and you’re here inside me, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not, I swear,” you promise.

He starts to move, rocking in and out of your body, “Am I makin’ it feel good, love? Do ya feel me?”

“Yessss Harry, I feel you, please don’t stop, take me away from this, take us there, I need to feel you cum inside me, please,” you beg on a murmur.

“Hold my hands, baby,” he demands and smooths his hands up your arms where he intertwines his fingers and pulls them in close.

He picks up the pace, fucking into you like his only goal in life is to make you feel him in your soul.

“I love ya, I love ya…I need ya ta cum, baby, I need ta hear ya cum,” he says, “put your legs around me an’ take me deep… yeah, jus’ like tha’…feel good?” he asks.

“So good Harry, Oh, slow down, I’m there, I’m gonna fall, but I want you with me,” you say desperately. “Cum with me Harry…”

“I’m ready, let’s go together, ready…” He thrust three more times and you’re both gone. Fingers digging into each other’s hands and breaths mingled as he exhales deeply and you inhale at the same time, breathing each other in. Exchanging orgasms.

He drops his head to your neck as he tries to catch his breath. You feel like you can breathe again and you let out a long breath and just let the hurt leave your mind. It was an off-the-cuff remark…he didn’t know you felt that deep down. He’s said he’s sorry and you choose to forgive him. It was your first fight, and you were glad it was over. You don’t think it’ll be your last, but you’re glad that you were strong enough to talk it out.

He kisses your neck and just breathes the smell of you in.

“I love ya. Hope ya know tha’.”

You smile and using your hands you pull his head up so you can meet his eyes. “I love you and I do know you love me. I’m ok…we’re ok.”

He leans in to press his lips to yours. “Lemme get ya cleaned up an’ we can sleep s’more.”

“Ok.”

He goes to get a warm washcloth and gently cleans you and then crawls in next to you. He snuggles into your back and presses kisses to your shoulders as your hand squeezes his until you both fall asleep.

Sometime during the night, Harry had shifted to his tummy, and you were lying half on top of his back with your arm around his waist and your leg draped between his. His shoulder is warm beneath your cheek as your eyes flutter open. You roll your face to place your lips on his skin, holding them there you close your eyes again and inhale deeply. God, he smells so good. It’s been a rough twenty-four hours. You need this man like you need your next breath and so much about that was terrifying, but not as much as it was exhilarating and, well, fulfilling…you felt a completeness, like your soul had found what it longed for.

The room was dark, but you knew it was morning. You place a series of light kisses on his shoulder, and he stirs, but not enough to wake up. He was accustomed to getting as much sleep as possible while touring and after being awake in the middle of the night to make love, you wanted him to rest a little longer. You, on the other hand, were going to be late on your deadline if you didn’t get up and get some work done. You place one last kiss to his shoulder and tenderly untangle yourself from his warmth and crawl out of bed. He turns his head on the pillow and lets out a soft snore. His tanned skin on the white sheets make you long to snuggle back in, but you know you need to get to work. You visit the restroom, and run through your morning routine quickly opting to shower later because you don’t want to take a chance you’ll wake him with running water. You slip on his hoodie and joggers from last night smiling to yourself knowing he’ll tease you later for stealing his clothes and pad barefoot into the living room of the suite. You have paperwork spread everywhere from where you trying to do some work last night, but it was no use, you couldn't focus.

You sit on the floor and put your glasses on to attempt to organize the documents you had to review. You pick up a clipped bundle of police reports with witness statements on them. You were set to interview a victim’s family member and really wanted to have them review the statements before you went live on the podcast which means you need a duplicate copy of this five-page statement. You look at your phone and realized you’re once again pressed for time. You could run down to grab a copy at the business center in less than five minutes. You drop your phone and pile some other papers on top of it looking for the last page of the statement, clipping the papers together and stand up to step inside your Vans. You slip out the hotel door and hold the door so it wouldn’t slam, but as soon as the door clicks shut you realize you forgot your phone. “It’ll only take a second,” you say reasoning with the door. Turning to head to the elevator, you pull the hood up on Harry’s hoodie. Oh wow, it smells like his shampoo…damn, you love this man so much.

In the business center you set the paperwork on the feeder and wait for the machine to suck it in and make your copies. Everything was going fine, but on page three, the feeder pulls the paper in wonky and you hear the crunch of it crumble in the machine. “Shit!” you whisper shout. “Stupid machine!” you say and turn to head to the front desk for some assistance.

Upstairs, Harry, has stirred and with closed eyes was searching through the duvet for you. His hands return an empty search and he shoots up straight in the bed. Panic is the first emotion he feels, heart pounding. Did you change your mind?! He gets up looking for his joggers and can’t find them. He gives up and heads into the living room. No sign of you, but papers were strung everywhere. He walks quickly to the door and sees your bags stacked neatly. Ok, calm down, he tells himself. He goes back to the bedroom and picks up his phone, hoping for a text. Nothing! He grits his teeth. He calls your phone and after several rings, it goes to voicemail. He wanders back into the living room and tries calling you again and hears a buzzing sound. After carefully lifting a stack of papers, he finds your phone. He throws his phone to the couch and watches as it bounces off to the floor. He goes to find a pair of joggers and sits down on the couch, trying to calm his temper. He pounds his fists down on his knees and takes a deep breath, welcoming the pain in his hands and knees.

He doesn’t know how much time has passed but his head jerks up when he hears the keycard on the door ping. He runs to the door and yanks it open and pulls you to him, crushing your papers between you. He pulls back and grabs your face, kissing you hard. “Scared ‘m ta death…why didn’t ya take ya phone?”

You stammer. “I forgot it and I thought I could get back in a few minutes,” you say, feeling bad. “I’m sorry baby. I really thought I’d be back before you woke up.” You kiss him and make to walk back to your makeshift office. He grabs your hand and pulls you down to the couch next to him and sighs. “Listen, we gotta talk. Ya can get mad a’ me all ya wan’, bu’ ya can’t run off. It’s no’ safe an’ it’s no’ how I wan’ things ta be between us. An’ ya hafta take ya phone. If I hafta glue it ta ya damn hand, I will.”

You look down. “You’re right and I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again. I should probably get some work done,” you say pressing a kiss to his lips.

His eyes burn into yours. “I don’ think ya understand how serious I am abou’ this. Wha’ am I gonna hafta do ta make ya understand?”

“I’m sorry baby. I’ll do better, promise.”

“‘S not good enough. Know ya have work ta do bu’ it’s gonna hafta wait.”

Your eyes go wide. “H, you know this can’t wait.”

“It can an’ it will. Go to the bedroom, take off your clothes and wait for me.”

Your mouth opens and then closes. His eyes burn holes into yours and you know there’s no arguing with him. “Ok,” you say softly and leave the room.

He sits there for a minute trying to reel in his thoughts and emotions. He’s not angry with you, but he’s frustrated with your inability to understand how helpless he feels when he doesn’t know where you are, and he can’t get in touch with you. It’s not like he can just walk around looking for you; what he does for a living ties his hands in situations like this. Well, it’s time for you to understand this. He stands and walks over the table by the window where he left his black Gucci bag. Opening the bag he pulls out four lengths of matching pink scarves. He also pulls out the same vibrator you bought in Paris for your boudoir photo session. It’s time you learned from experience what it feels like to be helpless and needy. He tucks the vibe in the waistband of his joggers, walks to the bedroom door, and leans his shoulder on the door frame, running the scarves through his hands. He looks up to see you sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed looking at your nails.

You drop your hand and your mouth drops open when you look up and see him standing there. His stare is fierce, and the set of his jaw conveys his determination. He’s a perfect study of a man attempting to control a situation where he feels little control. You should’ve gone back in for your phone, you were thoughtless and took a chance that wasn’t worth taking.

“I’m sorry, Harry, I’m so very sorry, I should’ve remembered my phone,” you plead again.

“I know ya are, love. An’ I forgive ya. But, baby, I’m jus’ not sure ya understand,” he says fidgeting with the tail of one of the scarves.

He looks up and holds you in his stare, “Listen ta me, I can’ ‘ave ya jus’ wanderin’ round…lose ma god damned mind. I can’ jus’ come find ya wi’out a mob, an’ I know ‘s no’ fair…bu’ I jus’ need ya safe.”

You stand up and awkwardly put your hands to your sides and shift your weight side to side. “Harry…” is all you can manage as he starts to walk toward you.

“Tell me, swee’heart, d’ya remember your colors?” he whispers standing close. “If ya need me to stop, wha’ color d’ya say?”

“Red,” you answer then gulp and whisper, “Umm… are you mad at me?”

He reaches up with one hand and tucks your hair behind your ear, “No, babe, I jus’ need ta make a point ya can remember.”

You smile and he smiles back at you leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “Kiss me, H,” you ask attempting to put your arms around his neck.

“Not yet, darlin’, ya gon’ ‘ave ta wait, jus’ like ya did ta me. Now, crawl up on the bed fo’ me.” He demands.

You turn to crawl on the tall bed. Leaning on your hands, you raise one knee to finish your crawl when he smacks you on the bum. “Ah!” You turn to look at him.

He cocks his head to one side, “No. More. Running. No. More. Forgetting. Your. Phone. D’ya understand me.”

“Yes, Harry, I understand,” you reply softly. You situate yourself in the middle of the bed on your back and bring your fingers to your mouth and begin to bite on the ends of them.

He furrows his brows and asks. “Ya no’ scared are ya?”

“No. I know you’d never hurt me,” you state confidently.

He smiles, “No, never.”

He looks at your body thoughtfully then tosses two of the scarves to the floor. “Bend ya knees an’ spread ya legs, please.” And you do as he asks. He adjusts himself through his joggers.

“Take ‘em off, Harry,” you say looking at the obvious bulge he’s sporting.

He cocks his head to one side, “I don’ think so, ya no’ callin’ the shots here, love.”

You huff, “But you’ll be so much more comfortable,” you reason.

“Yeah, seems like tha’ would make sense doesn’t it, but ‘m just no’ gon’ do wha’ ya ask of me even if it makes sense.” He says raising his eyebrows to make the point.

“Ok, I get it!” you say rolling your eyes.

“Don’t be rude, love, it doesn't suit ya… frustrated?” he asks with a smirk.

“Nope, not even a little,” you say defiantly.

“Careful, babe, I‘d be very careful…” he warns. “Grab ya ankles, baby,” he commands.

You grab your ankles and he uses one scarf to tie your wrist to your ankles, tightly.

You try to straighten your leg and it pulls on your arm.

He frowns, “Stop squirmin’, love.”

He walks around to the other side of the bed and does the same to the other ankle and wrist, then stands back and looks at his handywork. His stare causes a fresh gush of wetness to coat your sex.

He pulls out the vibrator and puts it next to your side and pushes his joggers down, his very hard cock popping out and pointing straight out.

Your mouth waters and you pull one hand toward him. You whimper and wiggle your back then raise your head and shoulders, “Come here Harry,” you mutter.

He shakes his head, “’m fine right ‘ere.”

“But I wanna…,” you whimper.

He closes his eyes and leans his head back, “wanna what, baby, wha’ d’ya wan’?”

“I don’t know, I just want you over here, you’re too far away…” you whimper with a shaky voice. Your hips buck up and Harry’s eyes are glued to your bare pussy.

He tsks, “’s frustrating, right…? When you jus’ can’ get to wha’ ya want.”

You close your eyes. You know he’s trying to make a point and you know you messed up this morning. You can imagine the panic he must’ve felt when you weren’t here when he woke up and you do know he can’t just come looking for you. “You made your point, Harry. I get it. It won’t happen again.”

He moves to hover over you. Mouth inches from yours, his cock presses to your bare pussy. “I know ya feel like ya get it, bu’ I need ya ta feel it s’ya remember it. I’m serious when I say this can’t happen again. Ya can’t impact my set or my emotions like tha’ again.” His fingers trail down your neck to your nipple and circle it lightly. “An’ I need to show ya wha’ it feels like for me so I know ya know.”

You swallow. You’re not scared, exactly. You know he’d never hurt you, but you’ve never seen this kind of intensity from him before and it’s putting you on edge. Truthfully, you wish he’d just get started. Normally you enjoy the anticipation, but this is different from the other times. You puff out a breath. “Ok, I…show me what it’s like for you. I’m ready.”

Harry smiles softly. “Good girl.” He picks up a scarf and places it over your eyes. “Lift ya head.” You do and he ties it behind your head. He moves from on top of you and you feel the bed shift and the buzz of your vibrator fills the air.

You let out a breath.

He trails the vibrator over your nipples and you moan. “Ya see, when ya go off like tha’ an’ I don’ know where ya are, I’m blind.” He trails it lower over your stomach. “Feels like this. I’m bound and blindfolded. Don’ know wha’s gonna happen next…” He sucks the toy into his mouth to get it wet and then trails it down your slit.

You whimper.

He moves it up and down a few times and then slowly pushes it inside you.

You gasp. “Fuck!”

He slowly moves it in and out. You squirm but can’t really move.

“Frustrating innit? Not bein’ able ta move. Tha’s wha’ it feels like fo’ me. I’m bound an’ can’t leave ta find ya.”

“Ohhh…”

He moves the toy faster and he can tell you’re getting close. Then he turns the vibrations off.

You cry out frustrated.

“Ya close?”

You nod.

“Frustrating innit? Ta have something s’close an’ then taken from ya?”

You huff out a breath. You can still feel it inside you. If you could just move a little…

You feel the bed shift and then you feel him kiss down the side of your neck, hands cupping your breasts and then fingers pulling hard on your nipples.

“Ahhhh! Mmmm…”

“It hurts a little but feels good, righ’?”

“Yes!”

You feel the bed shift again and then nothing…

“Harry?” No answer. You try and calm your mind, but your heart is pounding and you’re still pulsing from your ruined orgasm. You feel the cool air over your skin, and it turns you on even more. You’re leaking around the toy, and you just want him to come back and finish what he started.

“Ok, Harry, please…” you wiggle your hips and try to close your legs but your arms pull in the process. You’re aching for release, but that’s just your body. What’s really hurts right now is the loss of him, his touch, his voice, his warmth and comfort. Your throat catches, “H…Haarry…” you softly mutter. No answer. The vulnerability is beginning to seep and settle. “Harry! Are you still in here?”

You lick your lips and then suck them into your mouth, chin quivering. You’re wide open, he holds your heart, your emotions in his hand and he’s gone. “Harry, I’m calling for you, don’t you hear me?”

He stands in the doorway, heart racing. He knows you’ve had enough and fuck, if he can take any more of this. “I’m right here, baby.”

You hiccup and tears leak out of your eyes. “Please…”

He moves to the bed and leans over to kiss your knee; you shiver.

“I’m here, I’m here…” he smooths his hand up your tummy and sternum up to your cheek and he removes the scarf over your eyes.

“I need you, please kiss me,” you say raising your head up.

“I’m here, relax, sweetheart,” then he’s kissing your lips, your cheeks and jaw.

“I can’t relax when I can’t feel you,” you whisper as he kisses down your neck and chest.

His hand holds your breast steady as he sucks your nipple in to his mouth, “Mmm…,” you can feel the vibrations drive straight to your core and your body clamps down on the toy. He pops off and looks up into your eyes searching for your responsiveness. Holding your stare, he reaches down and flips the toy on to a low setting.

You close your eyes and arch your back digging your head into the pillow. Your mouth opens on a low-pitched moan.

“Feel good?” he asks.

“Relief…” you trail off from deep in your throat.

He smiles, “Like finally finding ya, feels like relief…d’ya understand, yeah?”

“Harry, I’m so sorry,” you say understanding written all over your face. “I need you.”

“An’ I need ya ta cum fo’ me first,” he says reaching down to push and pull the toy in and out of you.

Carefully watching your face he asks, “’s it as good as when ya did it to yourself?”

Everything is becoming clearer to you “Better, it’s better because you’re here, everything’s better when you’re here.”

He smiles, he doesn’t have to tell you that he understands that feeling after last night’s concert, because he knows you’re getting it.

He starts to circle the toy and he’s hitting your spot just right on every round. You can’t take anymore, the orgasm is on you quick and hard. “Haaahh..Ha..Harrrry, Mmmmgah!”

“Can feel ya clamp down on it…don’t stop, love,” he encourages.

The pulsing is still running through your body when he leans over propped on one elbow and he reaches down, turns the toy off and gently pulls it from your body. “So fuckin’ hot…” he mutters paying close attention to the way the toy pulls and the wetness on it.

He tosses it to the side, but can’t resist running his fingers through your slit. “Still so wet,” he comments.

You nod your head eyes meeting his, “Please make love to me?” you plead.

He starts to take the scarves off, “No. Leave them,” you say shyly.

He raises his eyebrows, “Sure?”

You nod your head and he smirks.

He uses his one hand to guide himself to your entrance, pushes part of the way in, before settling his elbows on either side of your face and slowly pushing the rest of the way in.

You raise your head up to kiss him… “Mmmmm…”

He kisses you back and then you feel his tongue at the seam of your lips and you let him in. On one hand you’re dying to touch him but on the other hand, you want to feel him inside you when you’re bound like this. His tongue caresses yours and you feel him moan into your mouth. There’s something so sexy about kissing him breathless when he’s inside you. You feel so…full - of him and love.

“Jesus…ya s’hot like this baby,” he says, as he starts moving.

“Mmmm…” is all you can say.

He grinds into you on his thrust in and you shriek his name, mouth open and gasping.

“Righ’ there?” He asks, as he does it again.

You nod frantically. “Ohhh…don’t stop! I’m - oh god, that’s so good…mmmm…”

He can tell you’re blissed out and he knows you’re close. He leans down by your ear, “I love ya an’ ‘m gonna make ya cum so fucking hard. Ya deserve it. Did s’good fo’ me.”

You’re panting and chanting as he keeps hitting his spot. You’re struggling in your ties and then he thrusts again and your back arches, head thrown back and a loud moan leaves your mouth. Everything goes white and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.

“Fuck! Can hardly move ya squeezing me s’tight.”

You fall back onto the mattress panting and he starts moving faster chasing his own release.

You’re still so sensitive. You can feel another orgasm. “Gonna cum. Gonna cum again!”

Harry drops his forehead to yours. “Jesus, cum with me love. Come on! Wanna feel it!”

His hand moves to your throat and then you’re cumming around him again and he lets out an almighty groan, body stilling as he cums.

“Harry, untie me, please, wanna touch you,” you whine panting rapidly

He leans over on one elbow to untie and pull one scarf loose, you immediately stretch your leg out straight. He switches to the other side and unties the other ankle and wrist. You wrap your arms and legs around him feeling his back rise and fall as he breathes deeply. You run your fingernails up and down his back trying to soothe him.

He raises his head from your neck and rests his forehead on yours, “Babe how’s your legs, ya Ok?”

“I’m great, H. But I need to say something to you,” you say holding his cheeks.

“Ok,” he answers.

“I’m so sorry for everything over the last day, I’m sorry I didn’t have my phone and made you worry, I won’t do that again, I don’t want you to worry about me in that way, and I understand…how terrible that must have been,” you’re searching for a way to convey just how sorry you are.

“I know, sweetheart, I know…I love ya,” he says kissing your lips softly.

You smile at him and he returns the smile. “Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you were making a point… and believe me I got it… but there were parts of that… that…” you stammer.

He smirks, “Wha’…tha’ were hot?”

You nod, his head moving with your nod.

He chuckles, “Wanna revisit them sometime?”

“Yeah, I mean…only if you wanna…?” you say quietly.

He presses his lips to yours, “Baby, you’re s’perfect fo’ me…s’perfect…”

“I think maybe we’re perfect for each other.”

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The Silent Treatment - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: slight angst, slice of life, crack(ish?), fluff, cursing

Summary: Bakugou is very much....an asshole. A shithead. A professional dick if you will. And Y/N, being his girlfriend is very much aware of that. So when he takes it too far, she has to make sure he learns his lesson.

A/N: just a quick lil cute thing, totally not spelled check

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Hey babe!” Bakugou said as he walked into the living room to find his girlfriend reading a book. He plopped down next to her and just relaxed in the feeling of the soft cushion. The little shit felt like messing with his girlfriend today.

Y/N had already been having a pissy day. After arguing with her boss, forgetting a few items back at the grocery store, and losing her new pair of headphones, she just wanted some peace with her cup of tea and a good book. Now, she has her loving boyfriend to comfort her as well. This day was surely taking a turn...right?

“Hi love, need something?” You asked calmly with the most melodic voice. Your voice. His favorite sound in the world. The sound of you just put a smile on his face which is a huge oxymoron to what this motherfucker is about to say.

“Nah, just wanted to talk to my princess,” he said while resting his head on your stomach, resting in between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. You awed at him but didn’t notice his little devil smile. “I had the best dream last night.”

“About what Suki?” You asked while petting his soft hair.

“You.”

“Awweee,”

“Yeahhh. You went mute for the day. Fucking paradise.” Once the words left his mouth you stilled your actions and felt your eye twitch in annoyance. Your hand on his head stilled and slightly tugged at it. In any other circumstance, Bakugou would’ve groaned at the tug (kinky bastard) but he was too busy chuckling into your tummy.

You exhaled roughly through your nose and pushed Bakugou off of you in a very polite way. He rolled onto his back onto the actual couch and watched as you crossed your legs, close your book, and pick up your tea mug.

“Hmph!” Was all that you “said” as you tilted your nose to the air and walked away. Bakugou just snickered as you left. He thought it was adorable when you were mad over tiny inconveniences and thought it was hot as fuck when you were yelling at him, but today, you won’t be doing neither.

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About 30 minutes had passed and Bakugou had awoken from his nap on the couch. He fell asleep after you walked away but now missed your touch. He sat up, stretched, and went to find you. He walked around the house until he spotted you relaxing in the jacuzzi in the backyard. He grinned at your relaxed look and went to change.

A few minutes later Bakugou had came out to join you in the hot tub. Your eyes were shut as you relaxed in the bubbling water, and so Bakugou was able to get in without being seen. He relaxed into the water as he scooted closer to you, eventually grabbing a hold of your waist.

“Hi baby,” he said as he attempted to place you in his lap but you looked at him with an unimpressed look as you scooted away. “Y/N?”

You grabbed your towel and stepped out of the tub. You wrapped yourself in the cloth as you walked back into the house, completely ignoring Bakugou as he spoke to you.

“Wha- you’re just gonna leave? I just got in with you,” he pouted. He opted to stay in the nice warm water for a bit but once you closed the door he groaned and sunk deeper into the water. He let the water go just above his mouth and right below his nose as he blew bubbles into the tub out of annoyance.

‘The fuck is up with her?’ He thought to himself.

—

Time passed and Bakugou came out the tub. He went back to his room to change into some gray sweats and a black long sleeve (and yes he pulled the sleeves up a bit because he knew you found it attractive and if y’all don’t, well I do).

He walked into the kitchen and spotted you seemingly eating dinner. He noticed a plate for him but kind of frowned at the fact that you didn’t wait for him. He saw you placed the plate on the other side of the island, far away from you, and so he pulled the plate over and took the seat next to you.

“Hey, princess? You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He asked but you said nothing as you just ate in silence. “Silent treatment huh?” No words.

“Baby, is this about what I said? I was only kidding Y/N,” he said as he tried to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it off and he groaned. “Fine. Be that way, you’ll get over it. Come talk to me when you’re done acting like a brat.”

Bakugou just grunted as he ate his dinner in silence right next to you. You finished before him and walked away after you washed your dish and this time it was Bakugou who snubbed his nose in the air at you. If it was the silent treatment that you were gonna give then it was the silent treatment that you were gonna get....sorta.

—

“BABYYYY PLEASSEEEEE!!” He whined while poking at your leg. You were currently in your home office typing away at your computer doing work when Bakugou came in about 25 minutes after he finished his dinner. He couldn’t help himself. He missed you.

You continued to ignore Bakugou as he poked and shook you for attention. You gave him nothing all day and he was getting close to his limit. Please believe he wasn’t getting shit after that brat comment.

“Princessss, c’mon! It was a joke baby, let’s go to sleep, yeah?” He begged. You looked at him with a bored expression and saw his smile as you finally gave him something. You turned back to face your computer and his smile dropped again and was replaced with a scowl. “Y/N, I was just messing with you. I love the sound of your voice and I love you. So quit ignoring me and come give me love!” He demanded.

When he noticed you weren’t budging, he stood from his seat and pinched the bridge of his nose as he mentally counted.

‘1....2...3,’

He gave in and forcefully turned your chair and threw you over his shoulder. You didn’t speak to him but you squirmed and shook trying to get out of his grasp.

“Aye, aye,” he smacked your ass to get you to stop, “quit it. I’m tired, and I want sleep, and we both know I don’t sleep unless my teddy bear is with me, so shush.”

You looked at him when he told you to “shush.” As if you hadn’t been doing that all day. He just squinted his eyes as he knew what you were thinking. “You know what I mean shitty woman!”

Bakugou stormed into your shared bedroom and dropped you onto the mattress. You didn’t even try to run away. You had decided that, yes, you are indeed tired but you refused to give a certain blonde any attention. You stretched on the bed and Bakugou was in awe of your cute state but quickly snapped out of his trance when you turned on your side and gave him your back.

Bakugou got into bed along side you and scooted closer. He pressed himself against your back but once he made contact, you scooted farther away. And so, he scooted himself closer again but just like before, you scooted away. This went on about 2 more times before you scooted and fell off the bed.

“Y/N? You okay, love?” He asked as he looked down at you. You popped up from the floor, on your knees and grumbled to yourself as you vented quietly. You stood up and continued ranting as you tried to walk away to sleep on the couch but before you could get away from the king sized bed, Bakugou grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him. “Ignore me all you want but I’m not sleeping without my cuddles.”

You sighed as you gave in. You allowed him to hold you but you refused to speak. Bakugou rubbed circles onto your back as he inhaled your scent but he missed the sound of your voice. The sweet sound that was something similar to honey.

“Baby...I’m sorry.”

You looked at him when he apologized and raised your brow. A verbal, genuine, apology from Katsuki Bakugou? This you’ve gotta see.

“I know I shouldn’t have said that to you and even if I was only kidding......it was pretty fucking mean. ..But I hope you know I love the sound of your damn voice. I love you, dumbass. And I would never ask you to stay silent because....*sigh* ‘cuz your voice, you talking to me, you being with me, and just you in general keeps me sane. So I’m sorry. Okay? And I love you..” he said with a growing blush as he stared at you with a flustered face.

You smiled and went up to peck his lips and then give him a loving kiss. He jumped at the sudden contact but quickly melted into the kiss. He smiled as he finally got to revel in the sweet intimate moments like this. The sweet moments he’s been missing all day.

“I love you too Suki.” Oh how he craved to hear your voice. He loved the sweet sound and missed your loving tone. He pulled you in closer and just held you tight. He doesn’t plan on letting go.

“I’m so sorry. I will never make you upset like that ever again.” He bargained but you only shook your head.

“Katsuki, I was just messing with you today. I had an annoying day and that little joke just sent me over the edge but you know I never take your mean quips to heart. You’re rough around the edges but that’s just who you are and I don’t mind it. I love everything about you, even if you’re a jerk sometimes,” you teased and flicked at his nose. You giggled as he whined and tried to soothe the spot you hit. “You don’t have to censor yourself around me. Okay?”

Bakugou smiled even more. He loves you so damn much. Not only did you know he was just a little abrasive, but you accepted him for all his brunt behavior. You truly did love him. “Thanks princess,”

He sealed the deal with a sweet kiss to your temple as you giggled at the warm feeling of his soft lips. He pulled you down to his chest as you both cuddled up for the night. You sleeping is the only time Bakugou will ever be okay with you being silent. But never again will he ever allow himself to get the silent treatment.

A/N: Guys, I’m so sorry. I’ve been in such a slump and I feel like im reaching a writers block. It’s not even like I don’t have any ideas, I do! And I even have multiple unfinished pieces in my drafts but I just don’t have any motivation to finish :( sorry Cubs, don’t worry, I’ll try my best to finish them as quick as I can. Idk, should I take a break?

I’m already in the middle of a story and I don’t wanna leave those who are reading on a cliffhanger.

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dememetor · 3 years ago

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HEY HEY HEY

I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA

hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~

(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)

Haikyuu boys when they're jealous

characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume

warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point

Suna Rintarou

he tries to be chill about it, he does

it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god

he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you

at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business

well he doesn't

once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look

he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all

(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)

not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance

blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho

and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened

they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite

but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation

will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit

he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick

soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his

Kuroo Tetsurou

this little bitch

never gets jealous

and i mean never

once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass

loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)

sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way

like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit

all while you're looking at him like,,

"babe, what are you doing"

"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"

"...are you my mom?"

nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)

also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you

he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation

he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)

whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him

"so, like what do you do in your free time?"

"not mu-"

"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"

at one point kevin will have had enough of it

"i was talking to y/n alone here"

"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"

he is such a pain in the ass

why can't he just be normal

Iwaizumi Hajime

rational, mature, i love him

seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well

but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy

first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that

not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day

he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?

jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow

sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to

one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair

and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it

he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck

"when are we going home, love?"

and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you

and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain

it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction

"he was just asking about english homework babe"

"yeah that's what they all say"

Bokuto Koutarou

gets jealous so so easily

it is actually fascinating

will get mad at otome games

"what does jumin han have that i don't???"

god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)

you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too

so dramatic

"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."

"bokuto, he's a dog"

the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice

but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel

will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after

oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses

will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day

my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses

but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"

you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him

he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him

and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him

you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened

and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much

Kenma Kozume

it depends on his mood honestly

sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier

but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD

he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well

one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city

and he got so offended

you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you

silent treatment

lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye

such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed

in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah

at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him

"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed

he reminds you of an angry cat

it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit

don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)

the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology

if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously

which can lead to quite some bickering

will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time

yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so

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