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I Dig Your Cinema

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Complete Word Count: 6.5k

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He just shrugged. “Told you, nervous about the intimate scenes.” “I thought we went over this this morning?” she questioned. “And that last one was so good!” The complement tickled a spot inside of him. “From where I was standing it looked completely real. Totally reminded me of this time with...” she drifted off, blush arriving back to her cheeks as she took a bite of her sandwich to cover. “Anyway...” “No,” Harry said softly. “Tell me. Who was it and what was he doing?” “You don’t want to hear about that H,” she insisted, taking another bite. If only she knew. “Yeah, I do. Tell me.” “Will it... is it gonna help you with your next scene? To hear about what it looks like from the other perspective?”

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Harry had been in movies before, sure. He’d had plenty of lead roles, already won lots of awards and was nominated for several Oscars (although he never won those). But he had never been this nervous about shooting a movie, or in particular, some scenes in a movie. This is what he does for goodness sake. He’s a movie star, he’s famous, he walks red carpets and acts in films with giant budgets and big name directors and famous casts.

But he’d never filmed a sex scene before.

And objectively, he knew it was fake. He knew the intimacy coordinator was good at her job, the set would be cleared except for essential personnel, he and his co-star would both be wearing modesty garments and barriers and the whole thing would be entirely professional.

But it was still a sex scene.

That morning before the first of the intimate scenes was to be shot, he was pacing in his trailer. Everyone in the world would know what he looked like when he did that. They would know what his face looked like (or what he thinks his face probably looks like - honestly he isn’t usually paying that much attention to his expression in the moment) when he hits his high. He’s kissed on screen before, sure. Who hasn’t in this business? But something about this just felt different.

Obviously, he knew what he was signing up for when he agreed to shoot the movie. And he knew that if he had a problem with something, the producers wanted him so badly for the part that they would happily adjust the script. But Harry agreed that it was there for a reason and the screenwriter wouldn’t have just added those scenes in for fun. They served a purpose, they showed character development, they moved the story forward.

He brushed his hair back with one hand, the other firmly on his hip as he continued to pace. It wasn’t that he wanted to get out of it, either. He wanted to do it. He was just nervous. And Harry Styles? Nervous to shoot a movie? That sounded impossible, even to him. He was chewing on his bottom lip, nearly making it bleed before remembering there would be close ups of his face and lips during these scenes and unless he wanted to be caked with makeup he had to stop it.

The soft knock at his door came right on time. Y/N, his production assistant was there to tell him that he was needed on set. And he had never felt less ready.

“H?” she called out, opening the door slowly after he didn’t answer her knock.

“Yeah... yeah... I’ll be right there. Just... just gotta.. Um...” he looked around the room for an excuse of why he needed more time, of why he was so jittery, of why it wasn’t time for him to be on set yet. But he came up empty.

Y/N let the door close behind her and she walked up to where Harry was standing, finally not pacing any longer but instead bouncing his leg incessantly.

“Harry,” she said quietly, almost in a whisper as she placed her hand on his shoulder. He let out a deep breath, finally allowing some portion of himself to relax as he looked up at her. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?”

The look in her eyes was so gentle and wholesome, and he almost didn’t want to admit what it was because he had grown to see her as rather socially innocent. She was plenty experienced with her job, and had even been his assistant on other movies before. But she was often quiet and shy when it came to new people, or people at all unless she had a reason to talk to them.

The first time they had met, a couple of years ago now on a movie back when he was still auditioning for roles, he was convinced she didn’t like him because she never said anything to him unless it was about business or getting him to set on time. He soon learned that was just how she was. Occasionally he got her to open up a bit, they would chat over lunch from time to time and she would chuckle at his bad jokes when he was trying to break the tension of a dark scene. But overall she was quiet, and he had learned that she was very particular with who she got close to. He felt incredibly lucky that she so often showed that she cared about him.

“It's uh... um the...” he hesitated some more. But when she cocked her head to the side questioningly, he couldn’t help but let the words spill out. “I’ve never done these intimate scenes, y’know? And like... I know it’s all super professional but I’m nervous. Everyone is gonna see how I do certain things and what if I do it wrong? What if I’m actually bad at it?”

Y/N let her hand drop down his arm before resting at her side as she smiled at him softly, her eyes reflecting the lights above her and almost sparkling.

“H, we both know you aren’t bad at it.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I mean... I mean I don’t know. But how many other movie stars do you have to hook up with before there would start to be rumors, hm? And the only rumors I’ve heard about you have been... really good,” she admitted.

“You’ve heard rumors about me?”

Y/N blushed then, looking away from him.

“Uh... yeah I mean... yeah.”

It was impossible not to wonder what exactly it was that she had heard. He wanted to know desperately what was going through her mind about him that made her blush so hard. But he knew better than to ask. She wasn’t one to divulge anything she didn’t intend to, and if she intended to, she would have already. Still, the idea that she had heard something about him in bed made him feel... something. He wasn’t sure what, but it was definitely something.

“But my point is-” she refocused them both, looking back at him. “You’re going to be fine. Anna is one of the best intimacy coordinators in the business, and she’s going to make sure everything is comfortable and safe, and all you have to do is what you do best.”

Y/N always gave the best pep speeches. Usually Harry only needed them when there was a big action scene coming up, or maybe on his first day, or maybe she would say something sweet and slightly emotional before their last day together on set, never knowing if they would get to work together again. But whatever the reason, her words always did exactly what he needed them to do in that moment.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “I’m just doing my job. I’m just acting. The rest is going to be fine. I have nothing to worry about.”

“Exactly!”

Y/N sighed with relief as Harry looked back at her with a slight smile. He still felt uncomfortable, and he knew it was plastered all over his face. But she was great at pretending it wasn’t and hyping him up anyway.

“The first few scenes are just kissing anyway, and you’ve done that loads of times. The morning is really just a warm up, right? You work so well with Florence anyway, this will be a breeze, I promise.”

And when she promised, Harry really believed it.

At least he did at first. But when the hours wore on and the kissing scenes turned into makeout scenes which turned into running his hands all over her body which turned into falling into bed together which turned into eating her out on the table... he was struggling.

They called to cut the scene when it was clear that Harry was uncomfortable between his costar’s legs. With a pout on his face, Harry walked over to Y/N and took the water bottle she was handing to him. He drank a bit and she stood there wordlessly, yet still somehow supportive. Her presence always made him relax a little.

“Was it that bad?” he finally asked, quietly so the rest of the crew couldn't hear him.

“No, I don’t think so,” she answered with a shrug. She paused for a moment, clearly thinking over her next words. She only ever said what was necessary and wasn’t one to ramble. “I think you’re thinking about it too much.”

Harry really did value Y/N’s opinions on these things, so he tried to process what he could be doing differently. She had worked on so many amazing films and seen so many fantastic actors work on their craft. Most of the time her feedback was more valuable than the director’s. Directors and producers were so insulated into this business they often lost sight of what people actually wanted to see.

He had been following the direction he was given - he was supposed to be completely enamored by Florence, horny beyond belief, and so in love. He was supposed to love the power had over her by performing these acts, and get off on the way she looked while he was doing it. And he was playing to those notes, wasn’t he? At least he thought he was. Thinking back, he could pinpoint the look he was going for, the expression he wanted on his face, the speed of his movements -

“Like that-” she cut him off from his train of thoughts. “Right now, you’re thinking about thinking about thinking. It’s too much. You need to relax.”

He furrowed his brows, still looking at her as he twisted the cap back onto his water, but not saying anything.

“Like, it needs to look like you’re actually doing it, right? And when you’re actually doing it the worst is when you’re in the moment and your partner is overthinking it, right? So if you want it to look good, you can’t do the exact thing that makes the real thing bad.”

Her advice made sense... a lot of sense actually. But he wasn’t really thinking about her advice anymore as much as he was thinking about her statement which kind of threw in his face that oh yeah, Y/N has had someone eat her out before and that’s why she knows this.

He shouldn’t be thinking about her in that way, he knows that of course. But it was like some kind of reflex that he couldn’t turn off. She just always seemed so soft and gentle and the idea of Y/N in sexual situations like that... well he used to not be able to picture her like that (not that he ever tried). But after getting to know her better he realized that she was hiding some naughty things behind those kind eyes.

Before Harry could say anything else, the director called the cast to set themselves to reshoot the scene again. He smiled at Y/N in thanks as he handed the water back to her and took his place in front of the table, Florence sitting on it with open legs.

And he realized in that moment how weird it was that literally pretending to eat out his co-star didn’t get him worked up at all but the slight suggestion that maybe Y/N had done something like this before in real life made his insides all twisty and turny. But he tried to take her advice and not think too far into it.

Florence smiled at him, and they talked with Anna about their new strategy. She would grab his hair and help direct him, and he would bury his face as close as he reasonably could so it looked believable from afar. He closed his eyes as they did a practice round. Instead of thinking about how his head looks, how his forehead looks, how his movements look, how close he was getting to Florence, trying to stay professional in the setting, he was imagining there was actually someone undressed in front of him. That he was actually lapping at their folds and tasting their sweet juices and nipping at her inner thighs every once in a while just to get a reaction. And her moans would be high pitched and soft, like she was afraid to let them out. And he would suck her clit as he started using his fingers too. And Y/N would be so tight and warm and wet and he would moan around her most sensitive spot letting the vibrations help her out as well. And when Y/N finally came, he would lick it all up until she was so sensitive she was pushing him away.

And then he stood up. The run through, done. He felt like his face should be wet, and subconsciously wiped it with the back of his hand (though he only removed some makeup). And he looked over to Y/N off to the side, still holding his water, and that’s when he realized that his imaginary girl had somehow become Y/N without him even noticing. And he started to blush at the thought, grateful that she didn’t have to know.

“Oh don’t get shy on me now, Styles. That was the best one yet!” Florence teased him from her spot on the table.

He looked back at her, smiling as he tried to shake off his thoughts. But then again, if this was the best one yet, maybe he didn’t want to shake off those thoughts completely? Maybe they would be useful. No one ever had to know what he was thinking about during filming, it was fine.

So when the director called to start shooting the scene again, Harry really went for it. He didn’t think about what he was doing or what he looked like or how it would look on camera. He just thought about Y/N sitting there on the table in front of him, bare and exposed for him to pleasure her. He would make her feel so good, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. That soft, sweet voice would make the dirtiest sounds he had ever heard. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would coerce her into saying his name through a moan. The idea of that alone got him chubbed up a bit. She probably tasted amazing, and he would use every skill he had ever learned to make her feel as amazing as possible. The sensations would be so good that she would involuntarily throw her head back, squeeze his hair tight, and let out a groan as he tasted her beautiful arousal.

And then the director called a cut.

Harry stood up as Florence’s grip on his hair relaxed, and he found himself breathing heavily even though he hadn’t really been doing much of anything. He wasn’t as out of breath as he usually found himself after the real thing, but it was still notable.

“I think we got it!” he called out. “Time for lunch.”

At first, Harry was relieved to go to lunch, to get a break from shooting these scenes, to go back to his trailer and sit down. Maybe he would get a moment to be with Y/N and chat about something normal.

Y/N.

Shit.

He knew he was blushing when he mumbled his lunch order to her because not only could he feel the heat rising to his face, but she looked at him pretty curiously but never asked him a question. When she walked away to pick up their meals he let out a deep breath, heading to his trailer afterwards.

All day he had thought that the room they were in was kept warm to help deal with the fact that they were fairly exposed. But it turned out when he opened the door to go outside, a wall of heat and humidity hit his skin. By the time he made it back to his trailer (where he thankfully left the A/C on by accident that morning) he was sticky and gross.

Immediately he peeled off his costume of a long sleeve shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers to cool down. He sat on the makeshift couch and spread out his arms along the back of it. Letting his head rest on the back, he relaxed into the cushions and closed his eyes for a moment.

His nerves that morning were somewhat gone, but they were replaced by a new uneasy feeling. He was able to do his job, but only by imagining his coworker and friend was there in front of him. Only by thinking about her naked body and the sounds he hoped she would make. Only by picturing what she would look like where he now realized he wanted her most.

He couldn’t get too deep into his thoughts about her though, because pretty soon Y/N was back with both of their lunches. It was sandwich day and they both chose the vegetarian option with a side of potato chips. She placed his lunch down on the table in front of him and then started heading back to the door before he stopped her.

“Wait, don’t you want to eat lunch with me?”

“Oh,” she turned around to look at him. “I figured with everything from this morning, and you’re not wearing your clothes... thought you might want to be alone.”

He shook his head. “Would much rather be with you, darling. Promise.”

Her face lit up then as she practically skipped back to the chair on the other side of the table from the couch he was already sitting on.

“Was hoping you’d say something like that, actually,” she said gleefully as she started to unpack her own lunch.

“Thanks again for your advice on set earlier. Think you know more about cinema than the directors sometimes,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll always help you with whatever you need, you know Harry,” she responded with a smile. But she quickly changed the subject. “I overheard something funny from one of the other assistants today!”

Innocent as she was, she was still always ready to share gossip with Harry. And he always returned the favor, although he learned long ago that the assistants always knew the most about everything. So many higher ups would just keep talking and not even notice that they were around, so she always had something juicy to share with him. And his lips were sealed with her secrets inside, of course.

He listened intently for a few minutes as she went on about the rumor going around that one of the camera men was sleeping with an extra, but eventually his mind drifted off. The sound of her voice was comforting, but he wasn’t really making sense of the actual words she was saying. Even when she was excited, her voice remained soft. It sounded like a soft blanket you would use to wrap up a baby for nap time. Or your favorite teddy bear that you’ve had for 30 years that hardly resembled a bear at all anymore because it was so worn down.

“And I was like no, there’s no way that’s true! Right? Right Harry?” she asked him a second time upon realizing he wasn’t really paying attention.

“Oh uh, yeah,” he said, trying to cover his own ass.

But she knew better. She didn’t know what he was thinking about, but she knew his head wasn’t in the game she was trying to play.

“Ok, what’s really going on then, hm? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

He just shrugged. “Told you, nervous about the intimate scenes.”

“I thought we went over this this morning?” she questioned. “And that last one was so good!” The complement tickled a spot inside of him. “From where I was standing it looked completely real. Totally reminded me of this time with...” she drifted off, blush arriving back to her cheeks as she took a bite of her sandwich to cover. “Anyway...”

“No,” Harry said softly. “Tell me. Who was it and what was he doing?”

“You don’t want to hear about that H,” she insisted, taking another bite.

If only she knew. “Yeah, I do. Tell me.”

“Will it... is it gonna help you with your next scene? To hear about what it looks like from the other perspective?”

And honestly that had nothing to do with why he wanted to hear her tell the story, but she handed him a perfect cover right on a silver platter.

“Yeah, sure. Always want your feedback.”

“Ok,” she swallowed her bite, placing her sandwich back down on her plate carefully before wiping her hands and looking up at him. “So he is my...”

Harry gulped. She had someone. There goes any of his fantasies.

“Actually, was my friend.”

“Friend?”

“You know... friend... with benefits... whatever.”

She was already clearly nervous (in the cutest possible way), but Harry was eating up every word that came out of her mouth. And was. That was a good word to hear.

He knew the best way to get her to keep talking was to leave an open silence until she was uncomfortable enough to fill it, so that’s exactly what he did.

After a short pause, she spoke up again. Her voice was still soft and she was looking everywhere around the room except at him.

“And one night all his roommates were gone, so we didn’t have to use his room...” She looked up at him, hoping for some input, but he just raised his brows, urging her to continue. “So he said he wanted to do... he wanted to use the dining table. And I’d never done that so I figured I might as well...”

Harry hummed in agreement.

“I wasn’t wearing a dress like Florence was. But he took off my... we made it work.”

“And what was the worst thing he did? What should I make sure not to do on camera?” he asked, careful not to dig too deep.

She thought for a moment. “He did that thing where he shook his head back and forth really fast. I don’t know... maybe some girls like that but for me it’s not enough... not focused enough. And it gets messy but not in a fun way.”

His skin erupted with goosebumps, but he was an actor and he acted like he wasn’t bothered at all. Messy in a fun way. Harry could definitely work with that. Messy could definitely be fun.

“And what was the best part then?”

“The way he... when he...” she tried a few times to say what she wanted without actually saying it, but she was running into trouble.

“When he what, babe?”

“Um... when he... y’know...”

“No, I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking yeh. Wanna know what the best part was so I can recreate it on camera.”

The lie was thinning out now, as he realized he had finished shooting the scene in question and this wouldn’t really be relevant to any other part of the script. But he held up his excuse anyway. She was always very invested in whatever project she was working on, and he knew she would want to do whatever she could to help it go smoothly.

“Yeah... of course. Um... when he... he did this thing where he um... he was sucking and then also used his tongue on my... and it felt really...”

Harry could fill in the blanks eventually, of course he could. But something about the way she was shifting in her seat when he was pulling the words out of her made his stomach turn in the best way. So he egged her on further.

“Was he sucking on your clit, sweetheart?” he offered.

She nodded.

“And did it make you cum?”

She nodded again.

“And that was your favorite part?”

“Yes, Harry,” she said through a breath.

The temperature in the room seemed to have changed without his noticing. No amount of A/C could cut through the heat and tension between the two of them now.

“Do you want me to do that for you?” he said in a whisper.

She gave a small nod, her eyes closed now. And if he wasn’t looking so closely at her he might have missed it. But he didn’t. He saw it. And she wanted him just like he wanted her.

“Want me to do it now?”

Another nod.

“How much time do we have?”

She opened her eyes to look down at the schedule on her phone.

“Um, they need you back on set in an hour.”

“That’s plenty of time.”

Her cheeks were completely red, and Harry could feel the heat radiating off of them when he brought his hand up to her face, thumb stroking over her soft skin. She let out a breath and melted into his touch, and in that moment he knew he had never wanted anybody more. Eyes closed, she brought a hand up to her chest to feel her heartbeat.

Harry’s hand followed hers, the warmth from his skin spreading across her chest.

“Is it going fast?” he asked in a whisper.

She nodded, once again unable to find the words.

“Is that ok, or should I stop?”

“It’s ok,” she told him.

He hummed. His hand on her chest fell down to her waist as he pulled her ever closer to him. Her small breaths came out in little puffs across his lips.

“Gonna kiss you now, ok?” he warned her.

“Please.”

He started off slow, both because he wanted to savor the moment in case it never came again, and because he wanted to respect her boundaries. She just seemed like the type of person who wants to take things slow, soft, and gentle. Maybe because he always viewed her as soft and gentle in the best possible way.

And he was right about her being soft - her plush lips felt like clouds against his own. She was warm, and her mouth worked in tandem with Harry’s as he kissed her. Taking her bottom lip between his, he sucked a bit and pulled it back, earning a gasp so small he almost thought he was making it up. With her mouth slightly open now, he started using his tongue to dance around hers.

She tasted so good. Like the sandwich she had been eating, and the coffee she had that morning, and something else uniquely her. Harry thought it was probably his favorite taste in the entire world, and he could never get enough of it.

“C’mere,” he mumbled into her lips.

Using his hand on her waist and moving the other one to her upper back, he guided her off of her chair and closer to him. She straddled his lap, standing on her knees and never breaking the kiss. When he pushed her down to rest fully on his lap, she let out a whine and he knew she could feel him hard beneath her core.

“Feel what y’do to me?”

She didn’t answer except to continue kissing him with more enthusiasm than before.

They kissed like that for a while, hands roaming over each other’s bodies and tongues exploring each other’s mouths. The trailer once again started to feel hot, but he didn’t mind as long as the heat was coming from her body. And honestly, if she never let him do anything else with her, he would be content knowing that he got to have his moment. That he got to kiss her and know what she tastes like and how she moves her body against his.

At first, Harry thought she was grinding her hips against his subconsciously. But when he couldn’t help but let out a little groan at a particularly good movement, he felt her smile against his lips.

“Oh, y’like tha?” he teased.

She nodded her head again.

His hands stopped roaming then, finding a home on her hips as he pushed her down and guided her rolling against him. The tension was starting to build in his lower belly, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long if they kept that up.

But he told her he was going to eat her out, so that’s what he wanted to do.

Carefully, he shifted their bodies, resting her back against the small couch and allowing his own body to hover above her. His lips finally parted from hers, earning a small whine of disappointment. He only chuckled as he reattached his lips to the skin on her neck where he quickly found her pulsepoint and couldn’t help but suck on it just enough for her to feel it but not enough to leave a mark. She was right, her heart was beating quickly. But he figured that was a good thing.

His mouth traveled down then, over her collarbones and her upper chest, while his hands simultaneously traveled up from her hips. Fingers lightly grazing her skin, he felt goosebumps arise on her belly as he slowly pushed the fabric of her shirt up over her bra. He held her tightly by the ribs as he kissed the tops of her soft breasts, feeling as her breathing increased.

“Can I take this off?” he asked between kisses, letting his fingers graze against the band of her bra.

She nodded her head, but that wasn’t enough for Harry. Enough with the nodding, he needed to know she really wanted this as much as he did.

“Use your words, darling,” he whispered, looking at her.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“That’s a good girl,” he muttered as he used one hand to raise her torso up off the couch and the other to unclasp the bra. The straps fell from her shoulders and he helped her remove it from her body, throwing it to the floor.

Without wasting any time he got to work giving further attention to her chest. He used his mouth on one side while massaging the other with his hand before switching. When her nipples were hard and pronounced, he couldn’t keep himself from sucking on them a little bit, only to bite lightly and pull back, just to see her reaction.

And her reaction was everything he had hoped it would be. Eyes squeezed tight again, her jaw dropped open but no words or sounds came out.

“Feels good?” he asked, leaving soft pecks over her tummy now.

“Yes, H.”

“Good. Gonna make you feel so good,” he promised.

His kisses traveled lower and lower down her abdomen until his nose was dragging along the waistband of her jeans. Slowly, he let his hands travel back up her body to grab at her boobs, smiling to himself when he got a small reaction out of her. All of her reactions so far had been rather small, nearly silent. But he was determined to hear that sound he had been thinking about earlier while on camera.

Before he had a chance to ask, she lifted her hips up from the couch. He chuckled a bit.

“Eager, hm?”

She pouted softly as she nodded.

Sitting back on his knees, he worked quickly to undo the button of her jeans and drag them down her legs. He looked back at her. She was biting her lip, fingers interlocked with each other and eyes wide.

“Is this still ok?” he asked, wary of her demeanor.

She nodded again, but before he could remind her to use her words, she spoke up. “Just... little nervous?”

“You’ve done this before, yeah?”

“Yeah but not... not for a long time. I’m not... I wasn’t expecting this so I’m not... ready... down there.”

It took a minute for her words to click in his mind, but when they did his gaze softened. Crawling back over her, he took her lips to his mouth once again before mumbling against them.

“Don’t care. S’your pussy, s’gonna be beautiful.”

He gave one more kiss before leaning back and searching her eyes for any other hesitancies.

“We don’t have to do this, Y/N. We can wait until another time... or never at all. Whatever you want.”

“But you want to?”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at her question.

“Babe, you’ve got no idea how bad I want to.”

“Then I want to, too.”

One more peck to her lips and he was making his way back down her body. He couldn’t help but leave a trail of wet kisses on her skin in his wake. She was so soft, and beautiful, and gentle. She had always shown him so much care and concern, and he had felt like over the course of this and the other films they had worked on together, he had only taken from her. He took his lunches and his coffees, he took his scheduling, he took any and all advice she would give him. And he never had the chance to give her anything back. But this was his chance.

Eventually he settled himself between her legs. He left a kiss over her clothed mound and took a deep breath in through his nose before looking up at her again.

“Wanna take these off is that-”

“Yes,” she cut him off with a breathy response.

When he had her bare, he couldn’t help but take a moment to soak in her beauty. But she soon started squirming, the cold air meeting her wet center and producing goosebumps along her legs and tummy.

He was so focused on kissing up and down her inner thighs, Harry almost didn’t hear her whine. When it finally registered, he smirked to himself and focused his attention where she really wanted it. He wrapped his left arm around her thigh, fingers careful not to dig into her soft skin too hard. With his other hand he trailed one finger through her folds, from bottom to top, giving just a slight tease.

Holding it in front of his face, he turned his wrist a few times.

“Look at tha... and I bet you even...” he put his finger in his mouth, sucking off her wetness. She whined again at the act. “I was right... taste so fucking amazing...”

“Harry, please,” she whined quietly even though they were alone.

Somehow he had gotten so caught up on her that he almost forgot she was there, as if that oxymoron was even possible. There was just something about her that turned his brain a little bit upside down, a little bit into a pile of much. But he liked the feeling.

He acknowledged her request, though, finally giving her body his full attention again. Mouth open and tongue flat, he licked at her, appreciating the sweet taste she left behind. His right hand wrapped around her thigh as well and he used the tips of his fingers to spread her open even further. Eyes closed, he did just what he pictured he was doing about an hour earlier. He lapped at her lips, sucked her clit into his mouth, hummed around it to express that he was enjoying it just as much as he hoped she was.

From above, Harry could hear Y/N let out a small moan, only to catch herself and swallow it back down.

“Hey now,” he said, lifting his face from her core. “None of that... wanna hear you. Will you let me hear you?” he turned his need into a request, thrilled when she agreed.

He got back to work, this time hearing her small gasps and moans. Some of them sounded a bit forced, but he knew he could get her to release her pleasure without holding back. Bringing his fingers back into play, he slipped two into her hole, curling them upward to rub at her g-spot. He could hear her breath catch in her throat, but he wanted more.

Thrusting in and out, he continued working her over with his hand as he licked at her clit. By this time it was plenty swollen and begging for attention, just how Harry liked it. And that’s when he remembered the conversation that had gotten them to where they are now.

Without slowing the movements of his fingers, he sucked her clit into his mouth harshly before letting his tongue flick it back and forth within his mouth. The combination of sensations proved to be almost too much for Y/N as she let out an unfiltered moan. It was the most beautiful sound Harry had ever heard. And now that he knew what it sounded like, he needed more.

With his free hand he pressed down on her lower tummy as he continued to bury his face into her essence. Her thighs started to flex, then her legs kicked a bit as she squirmed - to get closer or further from his mouth he couldn’t really tell, but he knew she was feeling the pleasure he had hoped to be able to give her.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he asked, taking a break from using his mouth but not ceasing the movement of his hand.

“Yes, H,” she moaned, the nickname scratching an itch inside his brain that he didn’t know was there. He wanted it to always sound like that coming from her mouth.

“I want you to cum for me,” he told her before bringing his mouth back down to where it belonged.

It wasn’t long then. He continued his ministrations and she was soon rocking her head from side to side, the pleasure too much. But it was clear she didn’t want him to stop. He knew she was close and he had to get her there. He redoubled his efforts and earned his reward.

Her heels started to dig into his back and one of her hands flew down to his hair, holding on tight. Finally the tension reached a high, and something popped inside of her leading to her release. He continued working and taking all that she would give him. He helped her through her orgasm as she pulled his hair, the pain grounding him and reminding him that this was real and not a dream like it was starting to feel like.

He didn’t stop until she was whining, her legs back down to his sides, hand pushing his head instead of pulling. Sitting up, he saw her chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath. Y/N’s eyes were still closed but he could see the blissed out expression on her face.

When she finally opened her eyes, heart rate and breathing returning back to normal, she had a smile plastered across her face. And Harry couldn’t help but leave a quick kiss on it.

“Wanna help me practice for my next scene, too?”

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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skinnyducky · 3 years

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innocence lost // v.h.

a/n unfortunately my essay took longer than expected, meaning i need so more time to finish and edit pt. 2 of party at y/n’s. any who, i was planning on releasing this in between pt. 2 and pt. 3, but i’m just gonna go ahead and release it. kinda got carried away with it but, nonetheless, i hope you enjoy!

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k,

WARNING: angsty, kinda sad, language, suggestive themes

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Vinnie didn’t want to believe the rumors about his girlfriend. The comments he’d heard guys make as they walked into parties together. His friends talking about her as if she was nothing more than damaged goods. Even the lewd pictures of her that were shared amongst the baseball team in the locker room weren’t enough to make him give into them. She was an angel in his eyes. There was no way someone like her would even think of doing the things people said she had done.

He and Y/n had met in chemistry (ironically). They were lab partners, and the moment they sat next to each other, they just clicked. Discussions about the assignment had turned into conversations about their personal lives. From that moment, he’d fallen in love with the girl, wanting to protect her from the dangers in the world that threatened her very existence. It hadn’t been more than a week when he finally picked up the courage to ask her on a date. Long story short, they hit it off, and things have been smooth sailing ever since.

Y/n was a good perfect girlfriend, so Vinnie couldn’t see how the things people were saying had been true. They never had sex nor talked about anything having to do with it. If all of the things people had been murmuring were true, he wanted to find out for himself.

So, when Vinnie suggested they go on a date tonight, he had intensions of taking her to the drive-in where said venereal acts had taken place. She agreed, telling him to pick her up around eight, and that’s exactly what he did.

"Bye, mom!" Y/n called, running out of her house upon hearing the honking of Vinnie’s horn. She quickly hopped into the yellow vehicle, which Vinnie referred to as the "Banana Mobile," and gave the boy a peck. "Hey, baby."

Vinnie felt himself cringe at the pet name he had once swooned over. He cleared his throat and made his way out of Y/n’s neighborhood. "Hey."

"So, where we going tonight? Skating rink, bowling? Ooo, are we going to that new arcade they just opened up? I keep hearing they have the best wings."

"We’re, um, going to the movies." Vinnie answered, his eyes on the road ahead of him. "Hope you like scary movies. They’re playing It Follows. "

Y/n laughed, leaning back in the passenger seat. "Of course, I do!" she said, moving her eyes to the passing buildings outside the window. "But I would’ve preferred something more romantic.”

Vinnie glanced over, noticing the slight smile on her face. For a second, the rumors that had plagued his head had disappeared, and he was reminded of the sweet girl he’d fallen in love with. It wasn't until he passed by the road sign indicating they were getting close to the drive-in that the rumors resurfaced. He saw Y/n fidget out of the corner of his eye. It wasn’t just a normal fidget either, it was a nervous fidget. "Why would she be nervous?" Vinnie thought to himself. He pushed it aside as he continued driving outside of town.

Within a few minutes, they were finally at the drive-in. At the ticket booth, Vinnie took note of the way Y/n hid her face from the guy manning the booth. Had she done something with him, Vinnie didn’t know, but her actions suggested such an idea. After paying, Vinnie drove around the grassy area covered with many vehicles before parking his own in the last row.

"You need any snacks? Maybe a drink?" Vinnie asked, peering at his girlfriend. Y/n merely shook her head, keeping her eyes trained on the screen that was rolling through the previews.

There was an awkward silence in the car as the two watched the trailers for upcoming films. Vinnie felt a little nervous. Sure, he initiated this moment, but he didn’t know what to expect. Was Y/n really the girl that people were saying she was? Was she the nymphomaniac who spent her nights hooking up with athletes, or was she the angelic being he had painted her as? His desire to know was filling him with anxiety. He was sure that with the amount of sweat dripping down his forehead, he’d drown both him and Y/n in the car.

It wasn’t until the movie began that things started happening. Y/n leaned up in her seat before rolling her neck and looking over at Vinnie. The two met each other’s gazes. As they locked eyes, Vinnie saw a shift deep within the girl’s irises. They no longer held the virtuous aroma that had drawn him in. Instead, they were sharp and animalistic in nature.

"What are you thinking about?" He gulped.

She shrugged, returning the question.

"I don’t know," he answered.

Y/n rested against the seat, her eyes focused on the boy as her red almond-shaped nails held the small diamond encrusted ‘V’ attached to her dainty choker. She fooled around with it for a bit before her hands slipped down to the first button of her blue fitted cardigan. Vinnie surveyed the act with wide eyes. He couldn’t lie. He was a little bit scared, scared at how quickly her demeanor changed.

Her glossy lips parted, allowing her tongue to swipe over her top lip. "You wanna fuck me?" She moaned. She undid the top button, revealing just a sliver of the white lace underneath.

"Uh…I—"

Y/n twisted her body, showing off the lining of her underwear that was poking out from her low-rise jeans. While Vinnie was absolutely entranced by the girl, it all just felt weird to him. As she reached further down to unbutton her pants, Vinnie stopped her before she could.

"Why are you doing this?"

As the question left his mouth, he saw a shift in her. Like an off switch. "What are you talking about?"

"All of this. Why?"

"Isn’t this what you wanted? To fuck the school’s slut at the drive-in?" She replied. "I mean, you brought me here. You’ve obviously heard the rumors."

"So, they’re true?"

Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms. "I don’t understand why that matters."

"Answer the question, Y/n. Are they true?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Y/n." Vinnie growled.

She sat there, mouth wide open, startled by the newfound abrasiveness of the boy. She was quiet for a minute before she said, "You know what, yeah…they are true."

Groaning, Vinnie slammed his fists against the wheel. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

"I don’t understand what the fuck is the big deal?"

"Are you serious?" He snapped, staring daggers at her. "You don’t understand what the fucking big deal is? Y/n, you’ve fucked half the school. Do you not see the problem with that? I sat and defended you, didn’t believe a word of what people said, only to find out that everything was true. I look like a fucking fool. I expected better from you."

Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill out. "I guess that makes two of us." She muttered, silently enough for Vinnie not to hear.

"Why didn’t you just tell me?"

"Because I didn’t want to!" She snapped, sniffling. "You were the first guy who saw me as more than just another notch on their belt. You were the first guy to take me on my first actual date. The first one to show me genuine love."

At this point, Y/n had given up her hold and let the tears fall freely. "I-I liked you. No, I loved you, and I thought the longer I kept quiet…the longer you’d stay. But, I shouldn’t have to tell you anything. It’s my business, and I can choose to tell you what I want when I want."

"You knew it was going to get out eventually. It’s high school, people talk."

"Of course, I knew that. But I enjoyed you not knowing. I enjoyed you seeing me as this innocent girl." Her voice was breaking with every word. "But I guess now that it's all over."

Vinnie sighed. He’d thought his anger would’ve remained, but now all he felt was sympathy. He never questioned his feelings for Y/n. He knew he was in love with her, and knowing that she loved him made him remorseful. He let the rumors get to his head, blinding him from seeing that it wasn’t right to define Y/n by her sexual history. She was a human, a human with feelings…a human he cared deeply for. "Y/n, I—" He tried reaching out to touch her, but she slapped his hand away.

"Just take me home." She turned away from him, staring blankly outside the window.

Vinnie didn’t feel like pressing her or making her more upset than he already had, so he did what she ordered. The drive to her house was quiet, the only sound being Adele’s soulful runs emitting from the radio. The second they got to the Y/l/n residence, Y/n hopped out of the car before Vinnie could even bid his goodbye. He hoped she'd stick around for a while, give him some time to apologize, but he knew it was wishful thinking.

He spent the rest of the night contemplating whether he’d hear from her. Wondering if she’d send a text begging for him to sneak into her room and hold her like she usually did. But there was no text. He stayed up all night, waiting for a sign of communication, only to receive nothing. He didn’t know if he could go without his Y/n, but it seemed that she could go without him. He needed to get her back.

As morning hit, as restless as he was, he had plans to go to school earlier than usual. On his way, he stopped by the florist to pick up a bouquet of Y/n’s favorite flowers. He felt the gesture would probably win her over, as it always does. She loved romance and always adored it when Vinnie would lavish her with flowers or boxes of chocolates.

Vinnie had gotten to school just thirty minutes before Y/n’s bus had arrived. He tiptoed to her locker, put in her combination (they exchanged them previously) and placed the flowers gently inside with a card professing saying he was sorry attached. He moved around the corner and looked for her. The minute she came strutting up to her locker, his heart dropped. Even though she was as gorgeous as always, it was clear from the smudgy mascara underneath her eyes that she’d been crying. ‘Hopefully the flowers will cheer her up,’ Vinnie thought.

Y/n had opened her locker and pulled out the flowers. She reached for the card and glanced over it. However, she held the same melancholy expression that she had when she walked in. What surprised Vinnie even more was when she crumbled up the card and tossed the flowers in the trash can. After that, she snatched her books and slammed her locker before stomping off.

It was then and there that Vinnie realized he had fucked up, taking away the only love that Y/n had ever felt from any guy.

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bbysamu · 4 years

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Leaving him in line at the grocery market to pick up something else

⇢ featuring:: OIKAWA Toru, AONE Takanobu, KENMA Kozume

⇢ genre:: domestic fluff

⇢ warnings:: none

preview:: You know how you and your mom are waiting in line to check out at the market only for her to say “oh I forgot to grab something, stay here.” Before you know it its almost your turn and she’s not back yet. This is that, but with your Haikyuu husbands.

❥ OIKAWA Toru

You look down at your list and groaned. “argh Toru we forgot the strawberries.” He glances up from his phone, “want me to grab it?” “no it’s fine, I'll go.” Oikawa nods and returns back to his phone. A few minute passes and he starts to get more nervous awaiting for your return. He shoots you a quick text, glancing as the customer in front of him checked out. “next!” Oikawa quickly looks around for your figure. “NEXT!” the cashier yells louder. “oh I'm sorry.” He quickly puts the items on the counter. “hey, please take your time. My wife is still grabbing something. She’ll be right back.” The cashier looks at him deadpanned and continues his pace. Oikawa begins to get more nervous. You finally come running up with the strawberries and finish the checkout process smoothly. As soon as you guys get to the car, your husband starts complaining. “why’d you take so long? You have no idea what happend to me.” “stop being so dramatic.” He pouts, “it’s true. The cashier was so mean to me. He even yelled at me” He whispers. You roll your eyes and made a mental note to never leave him in line by himself anymore.

❥ AONE Takanobu

“babe, I forgot to grab the butter. I’m gonna go get it. I’ll be right back.” Your husbands nods silently before picking up the basket and moving forward a little bit. Seeing as there are still five customers in front, he pulls out his phone to do some mindless social media scrolling. A timid tap on his shoulder brings him back to reality, “it’s your turn”. Aone looks around confused, trying to register in his mind where the five customers in front went and why are you not back yet. As he was thinking, no one else dares to interrupt the huge man. The line behind him gets longer. Finally the cashier asks, “sir? are you ready to checkout.” He looks up and the cashier shrinks back (just a little). Right on cue, you come back with the stick of butter and pick up the basket. “what are you doing, its our turn!” “what took you so long?” “I got distracted by the free samples”. You won’t ever leave Aone by himself in line again.

❥ KENMA Kozume

“don’t go. It’s fine we don’t need that.” Kenma says, stopping you from leaving. “babe, don’t be silly. What’s spaghetti without tomatoes? I’ll be right back.” “that’s what you always say.” “it’s true this time.” Kenma finally lets you go, giving you the benefit of the doubt. One minute passes, then two, then five. The line in front of him dwindles until one more customer and it’s his turn. Kenma glances around nervously for you. “next in line please!” Kenma puts all the groceries and watches as the cashier checks everything out without you in sight. “um...my wife will be right back, she’s just grabbing something.” He says quietly. “what did you say?” The cashier strains his ears. A red blush rose to his face, “never mind”. You come running up at the moment, “wait wait! I have one more thing here.” Kenma breathes a sigh of relief. Walking to the car he says, “next time I'll be the one to grab the things and you can wait in line.” “but...” You try to protest. “No. never again.”

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Hush - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. Finger fucking, minor choking, Um...I dunno what else.

A/N: Celebration Summer #6. Prompt in bold below.

wc: 929

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You weren’t sure when exactly you lost Bucky but you were going out of your skull trying to find him without getting caught by Hydra in the process. Damn, stupid super soldier. The two of you had been sent to gather intel from an old facility that had been empty for several years. Apparently, Hydra hadn’t received that memo because they were crawling all over the place. The two of you decided it was worth the risk to get the information you needed. But then you’d somehow gotten separated and it was way past time for you to get the hell out of here.

Suddenly, a hand clasped over your mouth and pulled you into a tiny dark closet, barely big enough for the two of you. You nearly screamed before you recognized the metal arm wrapped around your middle. Now, your heart was racing for an entirely different reason. The man behind you had starred in one too many of your fantasies for you to not be turned on at his proximity. His nose traced the line of your ear before he spoke into it. “You gonna be good if I move my hand, doll?”

You managed to bite back a whimper and nod your head. You tightened your muscles to keep yourself from rocking back into him. Your breaths came in short pants and you closed your eyes to try to center yourself. This was ridiculous.

“We’ll stay here for a bit. They should be switching to the night shift soon. Less people to avoid.”

You nodded again, afraid you’d give everything away if you tried to speak. Not wanting your muscles to cramp in the tight space, you shifted your weight as best you could. A moment later, something pressed against your ass.

“Shit,” Bucky muttered and you were certain you weren’t supposed to hear it.

Your tongue darted out to lick your lips then you shifted your weight again. Hands immediately gripped your waist as the bulge grew harder, longer. “I thought you were going to be good.” His voice was lower, rougher than you’d ever heard it.

“But I am good, Buck.” You rolled your hips backward. “I’ll be so good for you.”

He growled and nipped at the tender skin of your neck before running his nose up the length to press his lips to your ear again. “You should have said something, baby. We could have been in this position ages ago.”

Dear god. You didn’t care that you were on mission. You didn’t care that you were in a tiny little closet in the pitch black. You only wanted his hands on you in any way you could get them. Another roll brought another growl and lips against your neck. He bit and sucked and you knew you’d be marked. You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

His hand laid flat and trailed against your stomach. When he reached your belly button, he shifted his fingers so they slid under the waist of your pants. You sucked in a breath. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

You nodded but couldn’t help the whimper that escaped when he slid his hand down to cup your mound. His fingers shifted to rub against your clit and you bit your lip. Holy fuck. Every flick and twirl of his talented digits sent a jolt of electricity through you. You arched your back, resting your head against your super soldier.

He chuckled and shifted to slide one of his fingers into your slick core. You jolted at the sensation and his metal hand covered your mouth just as you moaned. “Not a sound or I stop,” he whispered against your hot skin even as he slid another finger in to join the first. You nodded frantically and that metal hand moved to your neck, holding you to him as he applied just enough pressure.

His fingers curled inside of you as he thrust them in and out. His hips began to roll of their own accord. And suddenly, you were surrounded by Bucky Barnes. He was pressed against the line of your back as he squeezed your throat and finger fucked you. He was all you knew in that moment and it was perfect.

Your release began to build and another whimper fell from your mouth. It was either quiet enough Bucky decided to forego your punishment, or he was too far gone to care. You were betting on the latter as his movements increased. You couldn’t help but imagine Bucky buried deep within your core as he fucked you from behind. Skin slapping skin as the aroma of sex filled the air. Jesus. Just the thought was almost enough to make you cum.

Bucky grabbed your chin and turned your face toward him before putting his hand back on your throat. His kiss was hot and needy and you moaned into his mouth. The hold on your throat tightened, the pressure just enough to have you falling over the precipice. You whimpered against his lips as you came. His fingers still worked inside of you, pulling every bit of your orgasm from you that he could.

Your hand clasped his wrist as aftershocks flooded through you and he pulled back with a chuckle. You didn’t have it in you to complain. He held you against him as if he knew exactly how weak your legs were at the moment. “Wow,” was all you managed to say.

He chuckled again as he nuzzled your throat. “That was just a preview, doll. Wait until I get you home.”

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The Lady’s Laundry ch4 preview

You guys have all been very patient with me taking my sweet time writing chapter 4, so here is a little preview :)

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The sound of footsteps nearing the kitchen makes you tense, but you soon recognize the light tapping sounds as Angie’s wooden feet rather than Lady Beneviento’s slower, heeled gait. Sure enough, the doll peeks into the doorway and giggles at the sight of you dusted with flour. “Hey, whatcha doing?”

“Baking,” you say distractedly. “I wanted to surprise Lady Beneviento with something sweet. She’ll be in her workshop a while longer, right?”

Angie makes a sound that’s halfway between whininess and frustration. “Ugh, Donna’s probably gonna be in there all day! She’s been working nonstop on a dress for the tall lady. You’d think she’d set aside some time to play with me, but nooo…”

You hum in thought, pressing a ball of dough into the glass pan you’d greased up. “She does commissions for the other Lords?”

“Mostly just the one. Lady Tallness has trouble finding seamstresses willing to work with her size.” Angie climbs onto the table and rolls an orange between her hands—you have to lunge over to grab it before it wobbles off the edge and onto the floor. “This time it’s more like a trade, I guess?” the doll continues, now poking at your bowl of grated apples.

“A trade?” you ask. You snatch the apples away as well, and she pouts at you.

“Yup. You know that painting in the foyer? The one that’s got a cloth over it?” the doll says casually. You nod, so she continues, “Madam Beanstalk painted that for Donna, but it got damaged last time Heisenberg helped move furniture upstairs. She said she’d fix it in exchange for a new dress.”

You freeze. An implication in Angie’s words has just hit you, and it makes your insides coil with fear. “Is, um. Is Lady Beneviento going to have me take the dress and painting to the castle?” you squeak. Despite your best efforts, the bowl of apples rattles in your hands. A cold sweat runs down the back of your neck as you remember Elena’s warning of how so many of the maids sent to Castle Dimitrescu have never been seen again.

Oh, sweet Mother Miranda. You’re going to be sent to make a delivery to the castle. You’re going to die.

A wedge of orange colliding with your face breaks you out of your panic; you shoot Angie a cross look while she just rolls her eyes. “Gonna faint on the floor or something? You look terrified,” she observes in a cheerfully singsong voice.

You scramble to secure your grip on the bowl again. “I’m not terrified.”

That’s a blatant lie, and sure enough Angie calls your bluff right away. A few more orange slices are chucked in your direction. “M’kay, good to know. In that case, the day after tomorrow we’ll send you over to make the delivery.” The doll waits until the blood has finished draining from your ashen face before bursting into shrill, cackling laughter. “Ha. Not terrified, my ass! Anyway, I’m just messing with you. Lady D’s coming over herself.”

Relief makes your shoulders relax, but then you tense up again. Lady Dimitrescu, here? You’re not sure how well this bodes for you either.

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gb-patch · 3 years

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Ask Answers: May 15th Part 1

It’s been longer than usual since our last answer session, so I’m answering a ton of questions today! It’s so big I split it into two parts. Thank you for the patience on getting a response to these.

Thanks for reaching out to us with your questions and kind words ^^!

Sorry if this has been asked before or isn't something you can say but is there anyway for Cove to confess in step 4? I wanted him to confess in step 3 and followed all the steps to make him do it but ended up texting my family instead of Cove at the end.

Yeah, Cove can confess in Step 4!

Hello! I heard that Cove is on the spectrum, albeit undiagnosed. As someone who is ND, this makes me UNBELIEVABLY happy. I literally was brought to tears! Thank you for that!

Out of curiosity, will Cove be diagnosed in Step 4? I have a strong feeling y’all won’t make it a HUGE deal/make it out to be negative, so I’m not worried about that whatsoever! I’m just curious just he’ll off handedly mention it? Or will it just not be touched upon at all (which is ok!)?

Either way is ok, I’m just curious!

I’m happy it made you happy! Admittedly, Cove simply being someone with autism that grew up not being diagnosed was something I included for myself. I didn’t really think anyone would notice or ask about it, aha. But players did start to have questions about his traits, so I started to talk about it outside of the game. It’s great to see it get such a positive response and now I do feel like having it be a non-topic may have been the wrong choice and bringing it up would’ve been good in terms of having positive representation for that. I don’t know if I’ll find a way to mention it in Step 4 now, with how far along the game is, but I am at least thinking about it when originally it wasn’t something I really even considered.

Hey! Just wanted to say thank you for Our Life. It's been a bright spot and a needed escape in what's otherwise been a crummy year. I know you just did a Q&A post but I figured I'd ask anyway. Was just curious about Step 4. Will it be similar to the other Steps in that it consists of several different moments or will it just be one long sequence?

Step 4 is shorter than the prior Steps because it’s just an epilogue rather than a full arc of a story. It’ll consist of scenes that all happen in a set row one after the other. There won’t be a collection of Moments to choose from. But it’ll still be very sweet and fun.

¡hola!, you see, first I want to say that I love Our Life! (°◡°♡) and I have 2 important questions, would Cove cry watching titanic? and what is the saddest part according to him? (sorry for my english)

Titanic would make him cry. He’d probably think the parts showing people who aren’t able to make it to the life boats/are choosing to stay and go down with the ship were the saddest.

Hello, I wanted to ask how much you earn with creating games? Like is it possible to make a living? Thank you >< <3

How much I earn varies a lot month to month based on Steam sales, Patreon backers, and how many projects are in full production at the time. It’s also hard to say how much I make historically, since that also changes dramatically year by year. But I do earn enough to work on these games full time! I really appreciate all the support that allows me to do that.

Hey!! I was wondering for the 18+ Our Life moment, will there be an emphasis on safety/comfort for all involved? I feel like there would be just going off of what the rest of the game is like, but I wanted to ask

Yes! Cove is a nervous boy himself and also super cautious about doing anything the MC doesn’t like, so clear consent from both is absolutely needed for anything to happen. It’s a conversational sexy times Moment with stops/starts so the two can talk about how they’re feeling, rather than a heat of the moment just going for it kind of thing.

Hey!! I was wondering how long the wedding dlc would be? Will it be broken up into moments, or just one big event?

It’s one long series of scenes all in a row rather than a collection of Moments to pick from. It’s the shortest and the least expensive of all the DLCs. It’s not super crucial to get and those who aren’t into big weddings can totally skip it without worry.

HELLO AMAZING DEVS 👋 i am hopelessly in love with the worst guy ever (jeremy king) and because of this i have a really stupid question: does he really hate people who are nice to him? TvT he’s too cute to be mean to istg it’s a miracle JB held the urge to be consistently nice to him bc just look at his FACE he is so cute! thank you for jeremy’s route it’s so lovely (and awful bc he’s scum 11/10) it gave me so much laughs LMAO i hope you guys have a good day!!

Haha, thank you. He doesn’t hate them but he’s certainly not pleased with them. Jeremy is either uncomfortable with or annoyed by people being sweet on him, depending on how they approach it. He’s far more comfortable with jerkiness. It lets him relax and he can be himself without it being a problem, since he’s also a jerk. He feels a level of guilt being such a little punk to kind people, not enough to be a better person but still.

Has Cove dated or been interested in someone other than MC?

Nope! He stays single over the course of the game if he’s not with the MC.

Is Step 4 more mature? Or it's gonna be set in similar atmosphere as Step 3?

Step 4 is a similar atmosphere as Step 3. Though, it’s actually kind of less mature-topic heavy than Step 3 since it’s just a ‘hey, let’s check in on the gang to see what they’re up to’ style epilogue rather than a story arc with serious issues.

will there be new music for now and forever?? or will the old our life music be reused?

It’s gonna be a brand new soundtrack. We’ll be opening up a job position for that soon.

Hi, is it okay if we use the assets in Our Life (like the sprites) for fanworks or fan content content, like edits?

Sure! Just as long as you don’t use the assets made by those artists to make money.

Quick clarification on Step 3 choices: I hope I didn't come off rude (because I LOVE the game, really!!), I was just curious because the intro threw me off at times. For example, you could choose how you felt about Elizabeth in Step 2 (Dinner), but during the Step 3 intro, it says that you got closer to Liz and I didn't get a choice in it.

For the example, it can’t be helped that you’re closer to Liz in Step 3 than you were in Step 2 because she’s inherently closer to the MC regardless of whether you liked her or not in Step 2. Her feelings are out of your control and the game isn’t so dramatic that you can push her affection away and not let her bond with you, haha. But ‘being closer’ can still be relative. For some people maybe that means you’re best buds now and for others it might just mean you’re not fighting all the time any more. If there’s other parts you want to mention, feel free to let us know.

Did the illustrator for Our Life change?

We have many OL artists! The main artists who set the game’s style haven’t changed, but there’s multiple other artists who help finish assets.

So Miranda's type is confident and outgoing, huh? So...does that mean Terri's her type?? 👀

Haha, sorry for the late reply on this. As you might’ve seen in our post yesterday- yeah that is her type.

Hey! First, I just want to say I've really enjoyed how detailed OL got with gender identity and sexuality and how respectful the topics were handled! It's been so wonderful to play since the experiences could be close to my own (I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up at parts). Second, I was wondering, would future games explore the topic of polyamory? I'd love to see more visual novels allow room for that and I saw you've explored the topic before.

Keep up the amazing work! ♡

Thank you! We do want to include polyamory in at least some of our future projects. Floret Bond, which might be what you’re referring to when mentioning how we’ve explored the topic before, is on hold unfortunately. So right now I’m not sure when something might release or what will be the first game of ours to come out with poly relationships (we might do something else before FB is done). We’ll have see how things ends up coming together.

Hey um. I feel like im not allowed to ask this on the private discord cuz people will yell at me but why is there so much focus on OL2 and not finishing OL1 stuff? I like the new people but i kind of want to finish cove's story and get derek and baxter stuff first. didn't people pay for it?

I’m sorry, I don’t understand entirely what’s making that situation a concern. There’s a channel in the discord for critique where no one is allowed to comment back. People can voice things they’re worried about without any way for others to push back on it. And the two teams working on the OL games are different. We try to post pretty often about how we’re hiring brand new people to start on Our Life: Now & Forever. The OL1 team is all still working on OL1 like normal. There’s only more updates on the Patreon for OL2 because the expansions to the first game are mostly script-based at this point while OL2 is just starting to get all its art, which means there’s a lot more to show off as previews.

Also, there was a Kickstarter for the first Our Life, if that’s what you mean by people paying for it. But one of the stretch goals was to start Our Life 2 early, before fully completing Our Life 1, so that the new game could be out sooner. It wouldn’t make sense to stop doing OL2 work because that would be going against what backers were promised. Maybe you didn’t get the full story before and hopefully this clears it up!

Hello! I know it's up to every player but.. What is your recommendation for playing order? Did you ever had any timeline events planned?

I didn’t make the events with a planned timeline. The events got made simply as I had ideas for them and then I just kind of organized them from left to right on the screen in an order to space out more dramatic ones between more lighthearted ones. Any order the player wants to go with is totally valid!

Hi! It's Step 4 a paid dlc or update? And how long it's planned to be? Ps. Love the game!

The Step 4 epilogue is free! The Cove Wedding DLC does cost money, though. Those are planned to be shorter than the usual Steps/DLCs.

Will we have options for what sort of job the MC might have by the time step 4 takes place?

Yeah, you can. It’s not super exact or detailed, but there are options about it.

Is there a pandemic in Our Life world, or is it just in a better timeline with no pestilence?

Our Life is pandemic-free! That didn’t exist when we began working on the project and it’s not something we’d like to feature in this story now that it has unfortunately come along, aha.

Hi, you said that you can play tic-tac-toe or hangman with Cove in Boating if you're sick/scared but I keep getting tic-tac-toe. Am I doing something wrong?

After being sick/scared you have to continue to be upset/unwell. If you calm down and decide to just chill you’ll end up playing tic-tac-toe.

Hi, GB Patch! Since Lee was initially commissioned to only appear in two Steps does this mean she won't appear in the Wedding DLC? I really like her character so it'll be a little weird to not have our cousin at our wedding, aha.

She is gonna be in Step 4/the wedding DLC after all! We’re still working with her creator to make sure it fits with what they wanted.

Is Sunset Bird based on a real place? Asking for a friend, not trying to move there or anything. 👀

It’s based on small beach towns in So-Cal, but not one specific town you could go see in real life, I’m afraid. It’d be nice if it was real, though.

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 20] FINAL

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, shibari, dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, overstimulation/forced orgasms, squirting, degradation, name calling, daddy!kink, gags! 😍💕 ✨HAPPY NEW YEAR!!✨ Here’s to more fun fics in 2021! I can’t believe this is our last chapter though omg 😭 It’s been suuuuch a journey and a privilege to write this little series out! I’ve honestly thought about a camgirl/boy series for like, over a year now, and I’m glad I finally did it! I completed one of my goals! 🥺💕 2020 was definitely a wild one, but I want to thank you all so fuckin’ much for supporting me and stickin’ it out with me all year! Here’s to more in the coming year!💕 Also I was proofreading this at the dining table last night thinking my roommate wouldn’t come out of their room but they did(while I was making dinner and my hands were dirty so I couldnt close my laptop ☠️) and they walked past my laptop and now I’m convinced they saw my fucking smut fic right in the open so yes my little mini-break next week is MUCH needed cause I am ✨embarrassed✨ 🤣 I’ll still do my inbox roundup tomorrow and probably answer a bunch of small thirst posts ‘n stuff throughout the week but there won’t be any drabbles! For now, enjoy chapter 20 🥺, have a safe weekend, and remember that I love you~ ❤️🍒💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 COMPLETE

Seungcheol wakes up much earlier than you do the next morning; pressing a kiss to your forehead as you groan and snuggle deeper into your pillow.

“Baby, I need to go run some errands for a little bit, okay? Just keep sleeping, you don’t need to get up yet. But, I made breakfast and put it in the microwave for you when you decide to get up later.”

His voice is muffled and you can barely understand what he’s saying but you nod; a soft sigh on your lips when you drift back into dreamland. He takes his time getting ready, checking his phone notifications as he gets dressed and places a note on the nightstand knowing that you didn’t catch a single word he said.

‘Hey, did you get everything I asked for?’

Jimin🧍🏻: of course, who do you think I am? Jeongguk?

Jimin🧍🏻: and btw, i’m just giving you a crash course okay? We don’t really have a ton of time

Jimin🧍🏻: did you watch those tutorial videos I sent you?

‘Yeah, I did some practice on my breaks, but I guess you can tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.’

Jimin🧍🏻: okee, i’ll be waiting. Don’t get here too late!

‘I’ll be otw soon. Thanks again, Jimin.’

“Ow--damn, okay, you don’t need to tug on it so much!”

“Sorry, I’ll be careful! And why are we practicing on you anyway?! Couldn’t you just have shown me pictures or something?”

“How else will you learn if not on an actual body? It doesn’t work the same way, Seungcheol.” Jimin pauses, checking himself in the mirror. “Also, keep in mind she does have boobs so just… go slow, okay? It’s not gonna sit like this on her.”

Seungcheol blushes a crimson red; biting the inside of his cheek at how amateur he was at this.

“Okay…”

Seungcheol is gone for a lot longer than you anticipate and although he replies quickly to your texts, you can’t help but be curious about where he’d gone and what he was doing.

Especially knowing that the two of you had to film tonight and knowing that everything was up to Seungcheol.

A shiver rolls down your body at the thought and you quickly try to shake off the nerves that seem to slowly invade your body when your mind starts to wander.

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure…”

“I’m home!”

“Where have you--oh, that’s… a b-big box? Um, should I be concerned...”

Seungcheol grins, shrugging as he sets it onto the kitchen counter. “Just some supplies for tonight. I had to go pick them up from a friend but I had to make sure everything was right.” He notices the way you can’t seem to take your eyes off of the box; eyes twinkling when he makes his way towards you.

He tilts your head up to meet his in a searing kiss, lips easing into a smile when you wrap your arms around his neck and melt under his touch. You moan against his lips just before he pulls away; staring dreamily at him while his hands start to roam over your clothed body.

“We have a long night ahead of us, sweetheart. Let’s pamper you a little before then, hmm?”

j__min: ??? where’s the loverboy

j__min has donated $200

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

xcaliburDK has donated $75

xcaliburDK: is that the sybian? Haven’t seen that in a looong while

You bite your lip and nod, somewhat shy as you sit alone in front of the camera. “Seungcheol’s still… setting up but he told me to start! I’m a little nervous, to be honest…” Your eyes flit to Seungcheol who rummages through the box in the kitchen and from the angle you’re sat in, you can’t see a single thing he takes out.

Earlier, he’d cooked you your favorite meal and even took the time to give you a full body massage before the two of you cuddled on the sofa and watched a movie. To you, it seemed a little too suspiciously tame and you only found yourself more nervous when he made you drink two glasses of water and ever so quietly announced it was time to start getting ready for the camshow.

“He’s being so suspicious! He was even gone for a few hours earlier today…” You mumble; brows furrowed at the camera before checking the comments.

It still amazed you every time with how much money you and Seungcheol made from the camshows and videos and it made you feel even better knowing that everyone loved the chemistry the two of you had together. There were a lot of video requests and ideas mixed in with the comments at any given time and you were definitely ready to pitch some to Seungcheol now that you’d rebranded your channel to be a couple’s channel instead.

“Almost done, sweetheart!”

gc__koo: he told me to watch cuz he was being suspicious with me too

gc__koo has donated $50

alphagyu97: what is he even plotting

alphagyu97: i am excited to see the sybian again tho ngl

artist8hao: pretty baby gonna squirt for us again?

universe_WZ: hell fuckin yea let us see how fuckin wrecked you get on that machine

You feel your pussy clench around emptiness at their comments; already feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the anticipation.

Movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention and Seungcheol walks towards the bed with a wide smile and the same box in hand. “Ready?” You can only nod back slowly, watching as he dumps the contents of the box right next to your body.

gc__koo: oy

chwenon: oh shit

sleepy_wonu: oh baby, you’re in for it now

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

Your entire body fills with warmth as you look over the various objects; unsure of where to really look first. “I, um--”

A stack of red ropes sits next to a small bullet vibrator that sits next to a ball gag that sits next to a pair of EMT shears and your eyes immediately flit up to Seungcheol who only smirks back at your shocked expression. “I had some other toys I wanted to use but I figured I should go easy on you, y’know? Since you showed me some mercy last night.”

Nodding, you reach out towards the ropes, touching them shyly. “Why red?”

“Thought they’d be on theme for you, babygirl.”

Seungcheol takes his time; remembering Jimin’s words when he tugs the ropes around your wrists.

“Colour, babygirl?”

“G-green… daddy…”

He nods, sitting up on his knees behind you as you sit on the sybian and face the camera. You bite your lip, somewhat embarrassed that you were already soaking the toy underneath you as Seungcheol worked to bind your arms behind you.

“D--daddy, where did you l-learn this?” You whisper, somewhat curious if this had anything to do with why he was gone for so long earlier in the day.

“Mm, daddy’s friend Jimin was kind enough to help me get the tools and teach me a few tricks to make sure I kept my babygirl safe. Wasn’t that kind of him?” You nod gently, gulping when you shift atop the machine slightly in hopes of relieving some of the growing sexual tension in your body. “Why don’t you thank him properly, sweetheart?”

Your hazy eyes make eye contact with the camera, head tilted slightly. “T-thank you, J-Jimin… for--for helping daddy…”

j__min: omg a shoutout ive made it

kitty_junjun: we never thought we’d see the day

tangerine_kwan: and here we all thought you were gonna be the bad guy huh

hoshi_tiger_xx: like when u only see previews of the book online but the rest of it is different ykwim

Seungcheol makes sure your arms are bound snug enough but not too tight; leaning away slightly to admire his rope work. “Feeling okay so far, babygirl?”

Nodding, you whine back slightly. “Y-yes, daddy… But… my--my pussy wants s-something…” He laughs in return, readjusting so that he’s sitting on your side this time to give himself easier access to start the rest of the bindings.

“Is that so? You’re gonna have to be a little more patient this time ‘cause daddy’s not done yet.” He starts working on the rest of the harness; going slow and checking in with you often to make sure none of the ropes were digging into your skin or making you uncomfortable. “You’ll have to forgive me a little though, I’m admittedly a ‘lil inexperienced so our pretty babygirl is only going to be tied up in this pretty harness for tonight.”

gentleman_josh95: the fact u even took the time to learn just for her

gentleman_josh95 has donated $100

artist8hao: seriously, the dedication

kitty_junjun: we stan a man who knows safety and etiquette

Comments of reassurance and donations flood in at Seungcheol’s small apology and although the two of you are in your own world; you can tell from just the amount of pings coming from your laptop that they all seemed to be encouraging him.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as Seungcheol continues to move around you on the bed to finish the harness and a smile graces his lips when he starts to secure the last knots in the back. He can’t help but mentally pat himself on the back at how neatly he’d done it for his first time.

“There. All done, baby.”

Your eyes flit to the laptop’s screen to see yourself; cheeks hot when you see how fucked out you already look and he hadn’t even touched you properly or turned on the machine.

The star harness Seungcheol had tied looks pretty with red ropes and you can’t hide your smile at how good it looks on you too either. “Ah, daddy made it really p-pretty… Thank you.”

This time, Seungcheol nods, letting you admire yourself as he silently reaches for the small remote for the sybian, switching it on.

Your entire body lurches forward as soon as the vibrations attack your clit and you immediately find yourself moaning and grinding down onto the machine as he gives you some relief.

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Now let’s really have some fun, huh?”

You need to cum.

Badly.

“Awww, is my pretty baby drooling? Does it feel that good on your sensitive ‘lil clit?” He teases, smoothing down your hair as you cry around the ball gag in your mouth; drool seeping out from the side of your lips when he raises the vibrations a setting higher.

You don’t know how many times he’d played with the settings and edged you by now, but all you do know is that the urge to cum only grows stronger as you grind against the machine, soaking it with your wetness as you chase the pleasure building up in your body again.

Surely cumming was okay, right? He never said you couldn’t.

You whimper around the ball gag, eyes fluttering shut when the tension in your body snaps in the blink of an eye and your thighs clamp down onto the sides of the machine. Throwing your head back, you moan against the gag and ride out your high as Seungcheol watches you from the side.

“Mm, bet that felt good, huh? But I know you want something in that greedy ‘lil cunt of yours, don’t you? You want daddy’s cock slamming into your tight ‘lil hole ‘til it’s full of my cum, right, sweetheart?” He licks his lips, turning off the sybian as you slump forward.

universe_WZ: shit shes so sensitive

chwenon: especially with her arms bound like that i bet she’s on cloud nine rn

gentleman_josh95: her cute lil head is probably all fuzzy already from all the sensations

therealchan99 has donated $100

gc__koo has donated $75

j__min has donated $150

All you can do is whimper and nod; teary eyes blinking back at Seungcheol as he smirks and leans in towards you.

“Mmm, you’ll get what you want eventually. But for now, you’re gonna cum again.”

He turns the sybian back on, licking his lips when he sees your body tensing again. It was always easier to get you to cum a second time and his point is proven when you mewl around the ball gag a few minutes later; chest heaving in stuttered breaths as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit when you’re quickly thrown into another orgasm.

“You always cum for daddy so easily, don’t you, babygirl?”

Your head feels fuzzy after already cumming twice in such a short span of time but you nod, head lolling to the side as Seungcheol finally turns the sybian off for good.

Seungcheol gives you a second to catch your breath before he’s scooting in and fiddling with the clasps at the back of your head to take the ball gag off.

A thread of saliva connects your lips to the gag and you whimper at how good it feels to be able to actually speak again. “D-daddy…” Drool drips from your mouth as your lead lolls forward and Seungcheol is quick to bring a hand up to keep your head up as he looks into your lust filled eyes.

“Colour, sweetheart?”

“Still g-green…” He nods back, checking to make sure none of the ropes had shifted. “Would you like some water before we continue, baby?”

“Yes, daddy…”

He fetches you a glass of water, tilting it against your lips as you down the entire glass and you find yourself a little surprised at how needed it was. “Thank you, d-daddy…”

“You’re welcome, babygirl. Ready to keep going?”

You nod, a little bit more energized. “I hope everyone, mmh, l-likes the show so f-far~” Your teary vision prevents you from reading the comments and before you can even make an effort to, Seungcheol is already helping you off of the machine and helping you sit on the bed across from him.

alphagyu97: ugh she looks so fucking good in that harness

angelhan: right? That shade of red looks so good against her skin too

angelhan: so fuckin pretty

tangerine_kwan: pics for the private room later? Plz i beg

Seungcheol takes this time to take off his boxer briefs, cock curving up against his abdomen when he’s fully naked across from you. He wraps a hand around his cock, moaning and spreading the precum down his shaft as you watch. “D’you want this, baby?”

Your lips fall open in a silent moan as you watch Seungcheol jerk himself off and you can’t help but squirm. “Y-yes…”

“Tell me exactly what you want then. Let them hear what a filthy little slut you are for me.” You can’t help but feel miserably empty watching him and despite having already cum twice, you want his cock fucking you open and making you cum again.

“I--I--”

“Yes, babygirl?”

“I, ngh, I want d-daddy’s cock… Please? Ah, I--I wanna feel you fucking my--my pussy into the, mmh, s-shape of your c-cock… And I w-want you to c-cum inside my--my slutty little h-hole…”

Seungcheol scoffs, hips shallowly thrusting up into his enclosed fist. “That’s right. You’re just my slutty ‘lil babygirl that lets me use all her tight holes how I please, right? You like it when I cum down your throat and in your pretty ‘lil ass. But we all know you like it best when I cum in your hot ‘lil cunt. Makes you feel all warm and full, doesn’t it? You like it when my cum is dripping out of your spent cunt and sliding down your shaky thighs.” This time you nod furiously as you whine back in response.

“P-please… Can’t wait any--anymore!”

This time, the impatience takes over as you slightly tug on the ropes; whining when they don’t give. “Daddy!”

And this time, he gives in quicker than he anticipates, growling as he reaches for the EMT shears to cut you from the harness. “Don’t let your arms down, no matter how much you want to. You’re going to strain your arms if you move too fast so let me handle it, okay, sweetheart?”

The sudden gentleness in his voice has a giddy warmth pouring over you as you nod and sit still while he cuts at various points of the harness to make the ropes fall loose around your arms and chest. You keep your arms in the same position like he requested and you soon feel his hands roaming your skin and massaging your arms to get the blood flowing again.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” He whispers against your hair, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he slowly easing your arms down from being folded behind your back.

He continues to massage your arms for a few more minutes before it’s you that’s getting impatient. “Daddy… Can you fuck me now?” Whispering, you slightly turn your body to the side to meet his gentle stare.

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, nodding. “Lay on your back for me, legs spread.”

You follow his orders as you quickly scramble to get into position; legs spread wide for him to situate himself between.

“Mm, your pussy is still so fuckin’ wet. I wanna taste you on my tongue, baby.” Whines spill from your lips as you shake your head ‘no.’

“No! My p-pussy feels empty, I need y-your cock, daddy… ‘n I’m so wet, you can probably, ah, just s-slide your cock in…”

He wraps a hand around his cock just as you wrap your legs around his waist and he guides himself until the head of his cock is right at your entrance.

Neither of you say a word as he slowly starts to sink his cock in; guttural moans on his lips when he meets no resistance and bottoms out in a singular thrust. “Holy fuck, your cunt is so fuckin’ wet. Shit, and so t-tight!” You clench around him, already feeling good with his cock inside of you as you beg him to fuck you hard and fast.

“Ngh, p-please fuck me like--like I’m your, hah, c-cocksleeve… I want it f-fast, daddy!”

He grits his teeth at your words; drawing his hips back before snapping them into you just how you wanted. “Fast, hmm? All you think about in that pretty head of yours is my cock pounding you open, huh? Slamming into you so fuckin’ good, it makes your toes curl when you cum.”

Seungcheol starts a quick pace, already feeling the pleasure building up for himself when you’re reduced to garbled noises and broken cries of his name. The heels of your feet dig into the small of his back as you try to press him in closer and he’s quick to reach for the small bullet vibrator left on the bed next to your body.

“Your body is so fuckin’ sensitive, I can already feel how tight you’re getting around me. So fuckin’ greedy to cum too. Already came twice and you still want more. You’re not satisfied until your whole body is shaking underneath me, huh, sweetheart?” He turns the small toy on, pressing it to your clit as you yelp and let out choked sobs.

“Ah, ngh, d-daddy, my--my clit’s t-too sen--sensitive! I--I can’t--!” Squirming, you feel the pressure building up obscenely quick; bottom lip quivering when he takes one of your free hands and makes you hold the toy to your swollen clit.

“Just a little more, sweetheart. Don’t you wanna cum?”

He angles his thrusts to graze against your g-spot and loud cries of his name leave your lips in a hurried, jumbled mess when he only doubles his pace.

The sound of donations and comments pour in like water and get lost within the ringing in your ears; unable to even warn Seungcheol that you’re about to cum when you feel your entire body starting to lock up underneath him.

Your lips part in a silent scream and your back bows off of the bed, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you cum for the third time. Seungcheol growls, fucking you through it as you squirt all over his lower half. He finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as you cum, but he feels himself quickly following suit with your warm walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s right. Squirt for me, get me fuckin’ soaked while you cum.” He uses a free hand to make sure you keep the toy pressed to your clit, growling when he starts to unload his cum inside of you. “Mmh, gonna fill your cunt up with what you want, baby.”

A shaky moan leaves your lips as you feel him throbbing inside your pussy; walls clamped down onto him in a vice grip as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm.

“Ah, d-daddy’s cumming suh--so much inside of my p-pussy…”

Whining, you feel Seungcheol’s grip on your hand give way as he rides out his pleasure and you take the opportunity to turn off the small bullet vibrator while he doesn’t notice.

You watch his face contort in pleasure, hips still shallowly thrusting into you as his entire body shivers above you.

“D-daddy’s so h-handsome...” You mumble, cheeks hot when he cracks a smile through the pleasure wracking his body and chuckles under his breath.

“Thank you, babygirl.”

After you end the show, Seungcheol makes sure to cuddle with you on the bed for a little while longer.

“One more glass of water, baby.” You whine in response, pouting up at him before he gets up from the soaked sheets.

“But I already had a glass! If you have a piss kink just say so, ‘Cheol!”

He lets out a boisterous laugh at your comment, trudging back to the bed from the kitchen with another glass of water for you. “You need to be hydrated, sweetheart. You came three times and we played a little more rough today. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“Fine, but you didn’t deny my comment.” You snarkily reply, taking the glass from him as you down the water.

“Don’t make me have to punish you again! I’ll have you know I still need to get you all washed up and change the bed--”

A faint pinging has the two of you turning to the laptop; still on your camming homepage from where you’d checked the revenues from tonight’s show.

A small [1] sits above your inbox and Seungcheol is quick to turn to you with an eyebrow raised. “I thought you turned off the messaging system on your profile?”

You tilt your head in confusion, handing him the emptied glass. “I did. The only messages I should get are from, like, the actual system admins or other creator accounts which, I haven’t received any ‘til... now, I guess?”

Seungcheol sets the glass down onto the nightstand before he takes a seat next to you, dragging the laptop closer as you go to check the notification.

“’Love&Letter Films’? Aren’t they one of the biggest adult film companies?” Mumbling, you click on the message, giving yourself and Seungcheol a second to process the message that stares back at you; a shocked smile on your lips.

‘Hello!

I hope this message finds Cherry and Seungcheol well.

We, at ‘Love&Letter Films’, have really enjoyed the shows and videos from your channel throughout the years and we really have enjoyed watching the growth of your channel and the addition of Seungcheol to it. The dynamics between the two of you are rare in this industry and we’ve yet to see anyone like the two of you in this market.

The shows from the last two nights have proven that the two of you have the right kind of chemistry to film together for bigger productions and we would love to hire you for a few film productions we have planned in the upcoming weeks as a feeler. Of course, all expenses paid by us if you would kindly take our offer.

We love the various scenes and roles that the two of you take on with ease and we would love to help propel your careers forward, should you pursue a career in the adult entertainment industry.

Please don’t hesitate to contact me as I’ve listed my contact information below. I’m excited to hear from the two of you and hope to work with you in the future on many projects.

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crit20art · 3 years

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fuck it. jmart kid fic preview

Somewhere Else, 2027

The walk between work and home is always longer going than it is coming. Maybe it’s the fatigue. Maybe it’s some subtle undulation of space. There are things like that here, shimmering at the edges of Jon’s perception, dewdrop-spangled webs catching stray slips of this reality’s sunlight. They aren’t Hilltop tears, just threadbare stretches, places where this world rubs up against the next. Made it a prime candidate for the invasion of Fear, Jon supposes.

The thought sends a shudder through the tension of his upper back, and his jaw clenches, and-- fuck, he’s bitten the goddamn cigarette in half. “Blast it,” he hisses, and spits unceremoniously into the street. He gets a look from a passerby, and has to swallow back the urge to return a much eviler eye.

He lights up as soon as he gets home. Leans out the window on his aching elbows, closes his eyes, and lets the smoke roll through him. The nicotine glitters around the crown of his skull, stimulating neural pathways that don’t get much exercise outside of this ritual. What did he used to do to feel alive?

Live, probably.

He’s just tipping a second cig into his palm when knocking begins to resound through his flat. He stands straight and frowns at the dead-bolted door. While he (understandably, he thinks) has some unpleasant associations with knocking, this is not the ominous sort that he might have once feared; it’s light and fast and won’t give it a rest. Monsters have more restraint than that, he thinks. Probably some kid harassing him.

Grumbling like the old man he’s quickly becoming, he grabs his cane and snaps, “Alright, alright,” as he approaches the door. The knocking falters. He opens the door.

His own eyes blink back at him.

Jon drops his cane. It clatters to his faux-wood floor. He’s swaying, then; he goes proper dizzy, and only snaps back to full lucidity when his shoulder crumples into the door frame. He leans there, mouth agape, and blinks stupidly as the child on his doorstep stoops to pick up his cane. She holds it out to him. He stares at her.

She’s tall for her age. (Nine, he knows without Knowing.) Her warm brown cheeks are still soft with baby fat, and freckles crowd her nose. Wild hair wreaths her head and shoulders, controlled only by glittery barrettes tucked into the curly black jungle.

“Uh hi,” she says, and then she smiles. It’s a smile he knows better than his own, captured somehow on this child’s lips. Jon’s knees waver.

“Holy fuck,” he says.

Her smile falls, and she scrunches her nose at him. The gesture is so familiar that Jon thinks he might pass out.

“Uh--” Jon tries to stand upright, but he just staggers and sinks back against the door jamb. “You-- How-- you’re--”

“Are you gonna fall down?” she asks.

“A-almost certainly,” says Jon. She stretches her arm and shakes it a bit, bringing his attention to the cane she’s still offering him. Finally, he makes himself take it. “You’re. I, uh. Um.”

“I’m Aamal,” she says.

Ah. There it is. Jon’s knees give.

He slumps to the floor, startling the child’s brown eyes saucer-large. Before she can react further, Jon gasps, “How- h-how are you here?”

“I followed the black ribbons,” she says.

Flashes of magnetic tape tangle across Jon’s memory, as clear to him today as they were nine years ago, when the noose of them cinched tight around everything he loved.

“They… ah. Right.” Jon lifts a shaking hand to his face, as if touching something real will steady him, and stares at his guest. His--

His daughter.

“Yes, um,” he whispers, shaking, “H-hello… Aamal.” Her name feels small and sacred on his tongue, fragile as a dissolving wafer. How unworthy he is, to say it. “You’re, uh. Y-you’re- you’re here.” His hand skitters up through his hair, displacing combed-back licks of grey over his forehead. “H-how- how- how did you find me?”

And Aamal says, very matter-of-factly, “I saw you in my dream.”

Jon inhales so sharply that he almost chokes. “Your--?”

“My dream,” Aamal confirms, and bounces on her heels. “I have it every night. I thought it was a bad dream at first, because it was so scary? Like, the world was angry and hungry and I knew it wanted to eat me up while the sky watched. But then I realised that wasn’t gonna happen, because my daddies were there with me, and they’d keep me safe.”

Jon covers his mouth again. Teardrops slip over his fingers.

“You are my daddy, right?” Aamal asks, her cheeriness shrinking to something timid, little hands fluttering together nervously. “That’s how it felt in the dreams.”

“Uh- y-yes? I-- yeah. Yeah.” Fingertips still trembling against his lips, it occurs distantly to Jon that it’s probably time for him to pull himself together and try to offer some kind of comfort to the child who, regardless of whatever uncertainties surround her, has definitely hopped dimensions to be here. Gritting his teeth, he gets his cane under him and forces himself to slide back up the doorframe, then takes a few moments to catch his breath.

“Yes,” he says, finally, when he knows the words will come out steadily. “I, uh. I-I’m your father. My name is, uh, it’s Jon. Jonathan Sims. Um. You can- just- you can call me that.”

“Okay, That.” Aamal grins very widely and looks at him with expectant eyes.

“Oh,” says Jon, after an embarrassingly long pause. “Ha. Yes, uh. Call me ‘That,’ right. Um.” He takes a deep breath, and it punches back out of him in a nervous, awkward chuckle that would make most adults uncomfortable. Aamal just beams, and seems proud to have got a laugh out of him. “Well- no sense having this discussion in the hall, is there? Uh, do- do come in.” He stands aside and gestures at the dim, sparse interior of his flat. He does not blame Aamal for the hesitation that precedes her entering. Reflexively, Jon leans out into the hall and squints one way, then the other. Satisfied, at least, that no one is lying in wait, he shuts and bolts the door.

He turns, and finds for the first time since he signed for this flat that he is not alone in it. His daughter stands in the middle of his thrifted rug, her hands buried in the pockets of her dungarees and her freckles pinched together by her scrunched nose.

She’s here. She’s right here.

“It stinks in here,” she says.

Jon laughs. It’s hoarse and stale, bitten back the moment he realises how wrong it sounds. He clears his throat. “Yes, ah. Smoking’s a nasty habit.” He glances at the pack of cigarettes abandoned on his windowsill, and feels an odd twinge of guilt in his longing for a puff to steady himself. He looks back at Aamal, who has begun to make a circle of the room, touching his shelves, poking at the clutter that always builds up despite his best efforts.

“Um,” says Jon. Aamal doesn’t look at him. She’s shuffling through his books, the little divot between her brows settling deeper as she considers each second-hand paperback.

Jon clears his throat. “Do you, uh, like to read?”

Aamal turns her frown on him, mouth a squiggle of confusion. “Did you cut out all the eyes?”

Ah.

“I, uh. Well- uh.” He picks at the ragged grip of his cane. “That’s-- it- it hardly matters right now,” he manages, exhaling raggedly. Aamal opens her mouth, but he seizes what momentum he’s collected and asks, “Are you here alone? Where’s- do you still know Georgie and Melanie?”

Aamal forgets the books instantly, her face lighting up at the names. “You know Mummy and Mellie?”

“Mum- and--? Oh! Oh, they.” His throat feels like it might close up. “They raised you, then.”

“Yeah, they’re my mums.” Aamal wanders past Jon and drops onto his couch, gasping a squeak when the cushion sinks lower than she was apparently expecting. She wriggles for a moment as if trying to get comfortable. “Do you have any snacks?”

Whiplash-stricken, Jon flounders for a few moments before saying, “Maybe?”

Aamal’s brow drops like she doesn’t find that very promising, but she hops up from the couch and makes a beeline for his tiny kitchen. She’s sticking her head into his fridge before he plucks up enough lucidity to follow her.

“Do you like, ah--” What do kids like? What did he like as a kid? “Uh, how about a sandwich?”

“Sure,” says Aamal. She pulls her preferred makings, then rests her elbows on the counter and her chin in her hands, and watches Jon assemble. A long-lost hope flutters at the edge of Jon’s memory, a future he’d once imagined: a little face looking up at him, a meal to be prepared, a solid presence at his side, stolen kisses that might make their daughter stick out her tongue and make gross-out noises in the way of children too young to know how rare and precious it is for their parents to love each other so easily.

“Does your hand hurt?” Aamal asks.

Jon comes back to himself. He blinks down at his hands; habitually, he’s only using the one, letting the other rest half-curled on the counter. “Ah. No, n-not today.”

Aamal stares for a moment, then draws a sharp breath and looks Jon in the eye. “Sorry!”

Jon lifts a brow. “What? Why?”

“It’s rude to ask about scars,” Aamal informs him, and something in her intonation sounds so like Georgie that it twists up Jon’s stomach in an odd amalgamation of fondness and loss.

“Ah- well, as a general rule, maybe. But it’s alright.” He clears his throat, then stretches his burned hand with a small wince at its stiffness. Aamal watches his shaky fingers unfurl, and her eyes are intent, and maybe he’s imagining it, but… there’s a kindness there, he thinks. He tries not to think of other kind brown eyes, of other gazes falling so gently on his scars. “It hurts less than it used to,” he says softly. “I’ve had it since… lord, about a year before you were born, actually. Eleven months, almost to the day.”

At that, Aamal’s eyes grow wide. “Oh! Did you have me? Like, when I was born?”

“Oh! Uh, n-no, that wasn’t me.” Jon pulls his hand back, feeling very suddenly out of his depth. “Your, uh- did Geo-- did your mums tell you about that?”

“Yeah. They told me that before they adopted me, my parents were two boys, but I wasn’t confused or anything. I know all about genders,” she says, with all the confidence of a tenured professor. Then she looks around, as if suddenly noticing an absence. “Wait, where’s my other daddy?” She turns back to Jon, and he’s struck by the worst urge to look away. “Will he be back soon?”

Jon meets her hopeful eyes, and for the first time in years, actually feels the wound yawning wide in his chest, deeper and bloodier than the scar through his heart has ever been.

“No,” he says, very softly. Aamal’s face falls, her brows drawn in question. Jon can’t look at her. He stares at his good hand, knuckles yellowed by his grip on the edge of the counter.

“He, uh.” He swallows. It goes down like rocks. “He’s not coming back.”

“Why?” Her voice is high, pinched with a note of anger. Unbidden, Jon chokes out a small, miserable laugh.

She sounds just like Martin.

“Because,” he says, raw, both hands shaking now, “I messed up very, very badly.”

thanks for reading this lil preview!! i’m almost finished with ch 1 and planning to publish on ao3 next week. it’s gonna alternate between the present and the past, told through Jon’s POV post-200, and Martin’s POV throughout season 4/5.

#tma fic #jonmartin #jonmartin fic #the magnus archives fic #tma #the magnus archives #i promise i'm not abandoning my gbbo fic (or my zukka one for that matter) i'm just fucking possessed by this idea #trying to write other stuff has been torment and. yknow fanfiction is supposed to be fun so. i'm switching active projects lmao

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themarshmallownerd · 3 years

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New Chapter: Find Me Uptown

Link: Chapter 2

Previous: Chapter 1

First: Chapter 1 (AO3)

A/N: Content warnings in this chapter for canon-typical violence and a minor reference to sexual harassment.

Kate’s POV starts next chapter!

Preview: “You gonna make it?”

“Oh, yeah,” Kate was quick to assure. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. You know, I can take it.”

It took Yelena a second to realize why Kate chuckled slightly as she said that. It was an echo of what Yelena, herself, had said before, when their dogs got too caught up in rough-housing around her. The spy hadn’t thought much of that moment after it had happened, and she didn’t know what to make of Kate remembering it.

Kate misread her silence as she contemplated that. The other girl was suddenly speaking quickly again, her tone flooded with reassurance. “But—but really, it’s just some bruising. It—it’s nothing really. I’ve had worse when I was little. Believe me—I—there was a whole incident with a chandelier, and…well, gravity. Again.”

Yelena only shrugged. “Sure.”

“Yeah.” The other girl nodded. “And besides, I’m just…we’re actually heading over to the pharmacy right now. Just to be sure. If only we can find it before I have to meet with my mom.”

Yelena’s brow furrowed at that. The only pharmacy she knew of in the area was, “Ed’s Pharmacy?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

Yelena glanced over her shoulder, quickly spotting the stop sign two blocks over and pointing at it. “It’s back there.”

Kate’s features became scrunched in confusion. “What?”

“Yeah. Two blocks over and then to the left.”

In the blink of an eye, Kate’s entire form drooped in defeat, eyes cinching shut in frustration. “Oh—shit.”

Yelena couldn’t help but snort in laughter, having not expected such a reaction in someone who thus far, had only ever exuded the same cheery disposition as the retriever at her side.

“Well, uh…thank you!” Kate said sincerely. “I…I guess we must have missed it.”

She hesitated for a beat, tugging gently on Lucky’s leash to urge him closer to her. “I guess…” she started to say, her tone sounding defeated now, “I guess we better head back that way, then. Just…in another minute.”

She paused for a moment more, leaning over and gently kneading her fingers against her thigh. There was a hint of urgency to the motion now, indicating that the pain had been flaring up again for a while now despite her attempts to appear OK.

The other woman cleared her throat, face flushing in embarrassment when she caught Yelena watching her. She tried to fill in the silence with, “I guess it’s pretty obvious we’re not from around here, huh?”

Yelena only shrugged. “Just figured it was an off-day,” she admitted honestly. “But if you’re not from around here, then what brings you hobbling all the way over?”

Kate looked down at the sidewalk, seemingly ashamed. “Well…I was trying to keep this whole bummed leg thing kind of…off the books from my mom. She can be, um…high-strung, I guess? So, I figured just laying low would be a good path of least resistance with her, you know? Just so she doesn’t worry. And so, that meant coming over to where anybody who knows her from work most likely wouldn’t be, so they couldn’t blab to her.”

“Sure,” Yelena returned neutrally.

“But you—you seem to know your way around,” Kate noted, already forcing herself to stand upright again. Or as upright as she could be, with her injured knee still bent at an angle, shifting most of her weight to the other one. “Are you from around here? You know—if—if I may—if you don’t mind me asking.”

“No,” Yelena answered smoothly, even though she had to mask how much she did mind being asked anything about herself. “No, I’m just here temporarily. For a work thing. ‘Til the end of the week.”

At least she hoped it wouldn’t take any longer than that.

“Oh?” Kate said. Yelena heard rather than saw the other girl’s intrigue. Perhaps it was selfish of her to think, but the spy thought she heard disappointment mixed in, too.

Nevertheless, Yelena thought it best to change the subject. “But my mama would always tell me to be aware of where things were wherever we were staying. Especially things like the local pharmacy.”

Yelena chuckled darkly to herself at the memory of how she later learned that had been Melina’s way of preparing her for things like this; solo missions alone, and having only one’s self to rely on if there were any injuries that needed to be treated.

For now, though, she excused the advice as, “I was a pretty accident-prone kid.”

“God, me too,” Kate said with a chuckle. “But, thank you for the help. Really! Uh—Lena, was it?”

“Right,” Yelena lied (well, granted, it was technically a half-truth). “Katie?”

“Kate.”

The other dog owner grimaced at how quickly she had corrected a practical stranger. Truthfully, Yelena was taken aback by how heated Kate had sounded. Not because it was directed at her, but rather because it was the first she had seen the other woman be anything other than polite and friendly. It was like hearing her curse for the first time, moments before. Amusing in how unexpected it was coming from someone of her nature.

“I’m sorry,” Kate mumbled, avoiding Yelena’s gaze again. She even glanced down at Lucky as if for support from him (which he did not provide, preoccupied as he was with pawing at Fanny). “I just, um…I just prefer—”

“Don’t be sorry,” the spy cut in seriously. “Now, I’ll remember it. Kate.”

The girl breathed another chuckle, seemingly in relief. “Yeah. Kate. Kate Bishop.”

“Kate Bishop,” Yelena repeated.

#my stories #Kate Bishop #Yelena Belova #kate x yelena #Bishova #Katelena #Fanny the dog #Lucky the Pizza Dog #I honestly don't know if Like Forty Dogs or DUFE series will update next #I know one has been a lot more neglected than the other asdfadfjk;l

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eeveedel · 3 years

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WIP Sunday

Hello all, I was tagged by to post a bit of my current WIP alongside some “art” -- I don’t have a current moodboard but I thought I would provide some general ~~aesthetic pics and another preview of the rancher harry fic -- this time an HL meet cute! I hope you all enjoy, and happy Sunday

Harry heard a rapping at the screen door, and he grunted, shifting his weight forward so he could sit up and hoist himself out of his armchair.

He took a step forward on his good leg while his bad one dragged behind him. After a bit of walking around, it usually woke up enough for him to put more weight on it, but for now, after his rest, it was a dead weight of pins and needles behind him. It took a bit of effort to get to the front door, but he got there eventually. He grabbed his cane that was leaning by the door, and then opened the wood door, revealing just the screen and what lay beyond it.

There was a man in mint green scrubs and a thick corduroy jacket on his porch, perfectly centered between the big American flag hanging beside Harry’s door and the pots of tulips lining the front gate. The man at the front door was young. He had some creases around his eyes and mouth but his freshly shaved face looked so youthful, along with his bright eyes behind his big, wire frame glasses.

“Howdy,” Harry drawled, lifting his thermos to his mouth, “You must be — “ His tongue worked in his mouth, trying to come up with the name Margaret had given him last week. It wasn’t something common around here, and yet it still evaded him.

“Shoot, I’m sorry,” he sighed, pushing up the brim of his hat with his thumb, “Help me out, what’s your name, son?”

“Oh, I’m Dr. Tomlinson, but you can call me Louis,” he said. “Dr. Baldwin caught me up on some of the animals you have here and their needs, sir,” he said. “I know you have a pregnant cow nearing the end of term and a newly pregnant mare that just needs a bit of a checkup as your main concerns. She also told me you had a few roosters and a chicken coop, is that correct?”

Harry cracked a smile and nodded.

“Well, that’s correct. Seems like you did your homework,” he said. “Cherry’s gonna have a baby now damn day now and I just found out about Goldie last month.”

He took a sip of his coffee, shuffling his feet and readjusting his cane as he did.

“You don’t need to worry too much about the chickens, they nearly take care of themselves. Got a few pigs but those are going to market in a couple months, but you can take a look at ‘em if you want to.”

He pushed at the screen door, moving out onto the porch to meet Louis directly. When he was in front of the man, he could see Louis looked even younger up close, and he was nearly a full head shorter than Harry.

“Can I get you something to drink or anything before we go out?” Harry asked, taking the briefest moment to look the young vet over.

“Um, maybe a glass of water after we finish up? It is a bit hot out today, even though it’s January,” Louis rambled. “I mean, I came from San Francisco, so it’s still hot there— anyways, sorry.”

He exhaled, his cheeks already pink.

“Could you show me to Cherry first, please?” Louis asked. “I want to make sure she and her calf are in tip top shape.”

Harry smiled gently. The young vet was eager, and looked a bit flustered. He tried not to let his gaze linger too much longer, although he already liked him.

“Sure thing. I’ll show you out the pasture. Cherry’s probably out gossiping with her friends.”

He walked to the edge of the porch, taking the small ramp that was easier to navigate with his cane.

“Tell me, they have a lot of cows out in California, Louis?” he asked as they trudged along the path, “Because if this is your first one, I’ll give you a fair warning. Cherry’s a sweet girl but a little sassy.”

“Well, I grew up in San Francisco, so no, we don’t have a lot of farms there,” Louis said. “But I studied with a bit of everything in veterinary school, and went to a lot of farms up north. So yeah, I’ve worked with cows.”

“Good, good,” Harry nodded.

He walked through along the dirt path that led from the house to the rest of the ranch. He led Louis past the chicken coop and the large horse barn, moving out to the back part of the property with the cattle barn and the large pasture. His leg was starting to wake up, making his gait a bit less strained.

“Where did you study?” he asked.

“UC Santa Barbara for undergrad and then vet school at UC Berkeley,” Louis said. “I just graduated last spring, actually.”

“Congratulations,” Harry said. “Before you look at my girls, you wanna tell me know if you were bottom of your class?”

Louis laughed a little, scratching the back of his neck.

“I was actually valedictorian.”

“Damn. Undergrad or vet school?”

“Uh,” Louis said, smiling sheepishly. “Both? And high school.”

“Jeez,” Harry chuckled. “Well. I didn’t even go to college, so you’ve already impressed me many times over.”

They arrived in front of the enormous cattle barn and the wide pasture beyond it. Harry smiled to himself, lifting the hand that wasn’t gripping his cane.

“Yep,” he smiled to himself, “There she is.”

He gestured to the pasture, and specifically pointed to one of the cows, a rich red brown and swollen at the belly, who was smack in the middle of a group of five other black and white cows.

“Gossiping, just like I thought,” Harry said. He reached for the gate, going to unlock it, “Well, come on, you can give me your expert opinion.”

“Wow, she’s beautiful,” Louis marveled.

“Don’t let her hear that, it’ll go straight to her head,” Harry said. He opened the gate fully, then opened the pasture and turned around, holding it open for Louis.

Once they were both inside, Harry approached Cherry, cooing and clicking his tongue as he walked. She looked up and stared at him, chewing slowly on a thick clump of grass, but when she was done, she let out a low moo and slowly but surely waddled towards him.

“Here she comes,” Harry smiled.

They both stood and watched her as she slowly came over, and when she did, she immediately gravitated to Harry.

“Hey, princess,” Harry said. He set his hand on her head and gently stroked her with his thumb, smiling to himself as she blinked at him with her big, milk chocolate eyes.

“Louis’s gonna take a look at you, pretty girl,” Harry said. “You be nice to him.”

Harry kept petting Cherry’s head and then looked over to Louis. The vet was kneeling on the ground, unlocking the briefcase he had brought. It was funny, seeing him with a shiny, clearly barely used case. Margaret had always just shoved her tools into her ancient Jansport backpack, which was covered in twenty years’ worth of coffee stains and held together with duct tape and spite.

Louis took out a pair of latex gloves and a stethoscope, then moved closer to the animal. He gave her a settle pat on her swollen side, then put the stethoscope’s earpieces in. He set the metal diaphragm on her side, and Cherry jolted a bit, but Louis cooed at her and kept petting her side as he listened. He closed his eyes and nodded a bit as he moved the cold metal over her stomach, humming softly to himself.

Harry watched Louis carefully touch and examine Cherry, the young man’s hands gentle but sure as he did his job. Harry had had his hesitations before Louis arrived. But he seemed at home, and like he really cared about doing a good job. Harry could appreciate that. He had spent years building up trust with Margaret to work with his animals, but, maybe he was just getting sentimental at his age, or Louis really did have a special touch, but he immediately felt just fine with the younger man taking care of his herd.

After a few minutes Louis opened his eyes and ducked his head down, examining Cherry’s udders and nether regions. Finally, he lifted his head and pulled himself up, taking the stethoscope out of his ears and draping it around his neck.

“Well, she looks great,” Louis said as he peeled off his gloves and shoved them into his jacket pocket. “The calf’s got a nice, strong heartbeat. She seems about a couple weeks away, but just keep an eye on her – “

“Early labor, yeah,” Harry said. “I always start preparing at least a couple weeks in advance of the due date, anyways. My girl Caroline went into labor a couple years ago, fuckin’ 16 days before she was due, and I was in Austin for the weekend. Only time I left the house in months, and she picked that weekend.”

One of the white cows in the pasture mooed loudly, and Harry looked over his shoulder and glared.

“Yeah, I’m talkin’ about you, fuckin’ drama queen,” he scoffed. “She’s a good girl. And a tough one. Had a delivery all by herself and nearly gave me a heart attack when I got home and there was a new baby toddling around.”

He turned back to Louis, offering an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, don’t mean to bore you with farm stories right off the bat.”

“It’s okay,” Louis said. “I love to hear animal stories.”

“Well, let me know in a few months if you’re sick of cow stories. That’s nearly the only kind of stories we have in this town.”

Louis just laughed and lifted his hand, shifting his glasses up his nose.

“Would you show me to Goldie, please? Just to see how her early stages are going.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Harry said. “Goldie’s in the small barn, come on.”

#rancher harry #uwu

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