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shesclearlya3 · 3 years

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Freak Like Me

pairing: Harry Gardner x Fem!Reader

word count: 3,663

warnings: smut, blood kink, knife play, handjob, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, language (lol), a little slow.. and long.. but hopefully not in a bad way?

... yeah so I got this after just the first 2 episodes of double feature, I told y'all I was doing it so here ya go. this was just brewing inside of me apparently by the way I shot this baby out LMAO

no Doris or Alma in this story. tbh I feel like I may be jumping the boat making him a little psychotic, but alas, time will tell if that's how his character arc plays out. enjoy!

He was at it again.

You watched as Harry sat on the couch, his laptop balanced on his lap as he furiously typed away. He had moved there after spending a good five hours writing at his desk. Ever since you moved to Provincetown, something in him just clicked. Already two Netflix deals under his belt from whatever it was he had written these past few weeks. You were very excited for him and the success that was finally coming his way.

However, you missed him.

The quietness of the house made the sound of his fingers dashing across the keyboard one hundred times louder than usual. The weather was now too cold for you to go for a walk, so you stayed inside, curled up in your warm bed as not to disrupt the master at work. He assured you this following script would be Netflix deal number three.

You had taken a shower, making sure to thoroughly exfoliate every inch of your body. Since it was in the dead of winter, you had allowed quite a bit of stubble to grow on your legs. You were tired of watching Harry spend all hours of the day (and sometimes nights) writing away. You wanted him so bad that you shaved just for him. With a spritz of his favorite perfume, you dressed in a tank top and your pajama shorts. Definitely not what you've been wearing to bed as the house was very drafty, but you were so serious about getting laid. The more exposed skin, the better.

After watching Harry type away from the kitchen, you strolled towards him. His long black hair framed his face, covering his eyes from view as he bobbed a foot impatiently. He was dressed in all black, his usual attire, and something about seeing him like that just caused your belly to do flip-flops. You knew he would be so concentrated that trying to catch his attention by talking wouldn't do the trick. So you approached him, grabbing the MacBook out of his hand, pushing it from his lap and to the other side of the couch.

Harry took a quick breath, his hands still positioned in their typing form while you climbed onto his lap, settling your legs on either side of his. "y/n, I'm working!"

"I know." you shrugged, purposely pushing your chest closer to his face. Harry looked angry, his thick eyebrows furrowing at you as you ran a hand over his cheek to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him to tilt his head back. You scooted farther up his lap until you could feel his belt buckle digging between your legs. Harry's facial expression softened, finally moving his hands to cup at your waist.

"This is very important, babe," Harry said, his voice strained as you pressed kisses along his exposed neck, over his cheek, before your eyes met his green ones. He stared at you as your nose hovered over his, not breaking eye contact as you fully pressed yourself against him. Harry's breath caught in your throat at the same time yours did, and he couldn't help the little sigh that escaped.

"Ursula could wait until the morning," you said, feeling Harry waste no time in running his hands up your back, going underneath your shirt to touch your skin. "You've given her more than you promised already. Let her sweat for a while."

Harry wasn't quite the same person he was before you moved here. He was very stressed and prone to snapping at you more often than not. It was the reason you kept your distance from him, not even bothering to fix his meals anymore, hoping whatever was going on would fix itself if he could just write it out.

You were right, as now Harry realized how much he had fucking missed you too.

Harry grabbed your hair, yanking you back from his neck and using his other hand to grip yours. His eyes were fired up, making it clear that you were to stay put once he released your hair. You nodded, the excitement so great you felt your panties already becoming wet. He freed you, his grip on the sides of your neck tightening, and you felt his free hand trail down your back before cupping your ass. You lurched forward, your lips briefly touching his when he tugged you forward.

"Did you bring one?" he asked you, his voice low. Harry's hand felt around your ass before he felt what he was looking for in the back pocket. He smirked at you, and you could feel how fast your heart was now beating.

Harry pulled out the shiny and new pocket knife. He maintained his grip on your neck, your stomach trembling in anticipation, and at the way you were positioned onto his body. You watched as he clicked it open, revealing the smooth blade that caught the light just right.

"Good girl," Harry praised you, his lips curling into a sinister smile before he suddenly pressed into the sides of your neck, blocking your airways just enough to give you that high he knew you loved. "You always come prepared, darling. You know exactly how to catch my attention."

"Mhm.." was all you could say.

Harry's hair was a mop on top of his head as he stared at you, his eyes trailing your body because he adored every inch of you. He particularly liked the black tank you picked out, bits of your stomach peeking at him when the fabric rolled in on itself. Your legs in those shorts just did something to him.

"You know I don't like to be interrupted," Harry said, releasing his hold on your neck. You hid your need to gulp air, slowly taking a staggered breath as Harry pretended to observe the blade. "Right, y/n?"

You couldn't answer as in that moment he grabbed a strap of your tank. Then, with a flick of the blade, it snapped. You knew what was coming, and after a few trials and errors, you were ready.

Harry seemed amused that you had yet to answer him, chuckling as he did the same to the final strap. Your tank sagged as the straps sadly dangled from your shoulders. Harry would use any excuse in the book to get you on top and in front, just like this so he could look at you.

Then here you were, just giving it to him.

"You're awfully quiet now, y/n," he gently scolded. The way your shirt hung sadly from your body exposed multiple scarred cuts along your collarbone, across the plane of your chest, and down to your exposed cleavage. You willingly ignored him.

Harry placed the knife on the cushion beside him. His eyes bore heavily into yours as you managed to keep your breathing under control. With the way your heart was pounding, it was almost impossible to not start panting at how aroused and excited you were just sitting on his lap.

damn girl, chill

Harry startled you when he gripped the tank in his hands, tugging and ripping it clean down the middle. Your mouth fell open as he pushed it off your shoulders, hearing it plop to the floor below. Within seconds Harry had your hair in his hand, the knife now tracing carefully along your exposed throat. His lips attached to your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there as he held you still.

The knife trailed along your face, down to your collarbone, before stopping right above your left breast where there was no scar. Harry put just enough pressure to let you know it was there.

"You know what happens if I do this now?" Harry warned quietly, immensely enjoying the way you were still trembling against him.

"Yes," you finally spoke. You were so nervous, yet so fucking ready.

Harry didn't say anything, only gazing at you lovingly, though you couldn't see. He adored everything about you, and the fact that you willingly let him use your body for his needs proved to him you were the one.

Without warning, Harry sliced into your skin, leaving a wound deep enough to spill blood but not require stitches. You gasped at the intensity of it, feeling the hot blood, your blood, pool in the wound before slowly spilling over, dripping to your exposed belly. Harry instantly groaned, just the smell of it causing his mind to go crazy.

Harry couldn't help himself when he swiped a hand over the wound before bringing his bloody hand to his mouth, keeping eye contact with you while he licked a clean stripe from his hand. You fumbled with the ties on your shorts, pulling the ribbon loose before kicking out of them, showing your exposed and now bloody torso to him. You looked behind you to see he had taken off his shirt and a fresh swipe of blood on his face when he roughly grabbed you, lifting you up and slamming you onto the couch.

"Another one?" Harry practically begged, and you nodded, already out of breath just by allowing him to toss you around. Harry sighed in relief, and you realized he was now only in boxers. He settled himself in between your legs, making sure your head was supported by the only couch pillow.

Harry moved to the other breast with his bloody hand, this time cutting into you with more precision than before. You felt the burn of the blade start to fade as the wound began to bleed, and you looked up at Harry's bloody face before he gripped your arms, forcing you down as he lunged forward, attaching his lips to the wound for a second time.

The feeling of his tongue along your cuts was always uncomfortable, they burned slightly, but you did it for him.

And there's something about seeing his face covered with blood.. you'd cream just thinking about it.

Harry, still gripping the knife in his hand, once again painted your body with blood. He loved seeing you bloody as much as you did him. Harry kissed both your breasts, causing you to sigh when he released your arms from his tight grip. Harry smirked at you, moving farther down your body until his chin was by your belly button, and he looked directly into your eyes, where you saw it.

He's had a taste of you. Now it's time you got what you wanted.

Harry would love nothing more than to cut right above your vagina before eating you out. Your blood mixed with the taste of your pussy? He stopped himself, feeling his dick throb, thinking too hard about it. You were too sensitive for him to attempt it, and the last thing Harry wanted was to really hurt you.

Instead, Harry helped you re-adjust your legs, sitting on his knees as he slid his arms under your legs, hooking your knees to his shoulders. You sighed, feeling the draft around you cause the fresh cuts to almost throb from the exposed air. It hurt in a rather satisfying way.

Harry moved off the couch, kneeling down as he brought you close to the edge, continuing his support of your legs as he made a nick on your outer thigh, his tongue swooping over it and collecting your blood on his lips.

"I fucking love the taste of you," Harry growled, giving one last lick to your leg before burying his face between your legs. The sound you made when he circled his tongue along your clit caused him to moan, too, before laughing when you immediately threaded your fingers into his messy hair.

You whined when Harry purposely spread your legs apart just enough for you to see what he was doing. Your stomach clenching so tightly that your breathing became erratic, the sound of him slurping you up making your belly fill with butterflies. You knew that meant you had just literally screamed in his mouth. Harry didn't care, of course, his green eyes flickering up to meet yours once he figured it out. He would be smirking at you had his face not been buried deep in your wetness.

In typical Harry fashion, all this meant was he was going to force you to keep your eyes on his, watching every slight quiver of your lip to every moan you breathed, all while making a show of eating your drenched pussy. He did this for a few minutes, listening to you moan and seeing how you tried so hard to keep your eyes on him.

You made the mistake of forgetting where you were, allowing your eyes to close just briefly before the sound of the knife clicking caused you to open them wide. Harry had stopped, his mouth wet with your cum, the knife in his hand touching the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

"You know the rules," Harry said plainly, digging the blade into your flesh. This time you winced as he made a line about an inch and a half long. Blood immediately filled the wound, and you winced when Harry placed small bites along your skin before flattening his tongue against the injury, moaning as he collected all that had pooled there.

You whined impatiently, having been so close to an orgasm, and now he was distracted by getting a good feed. You had fucked yourself.

"What's wrong, baby?" Harry teased, staring at you directly while using his thumb to push a drop of blood on his lip into his mouth. "You look stressed."

"I was so close," you whined, shifting your leg uncomfortably where the new cut was; inner thighs were the worst.

"I know, baby," he said, his tone condescending, and it irritated you. "You know we have to play by the rules. When I eat your pussy, you watch me, y/n."

You pouted, allowing yourself to plop flat on your back, cursing him. Harry laughed the same one that sent chills down your spine whenever you heard it. It wasn't his usual, goofy laughter you had fallen in love with. This one was darker.. more sinister. It's like you could feel the evil in the room when you heard it.

You grew uncomfortable, jumping when you felt his hand make contact with your exposed leg. Harry touched the other. The dried blood on his palms stained your legs in some places. You calmed slightly as he ran his hands up your legs, his body following along. You were pissed he denied your orgasm, wanting to tell him it was so damn good that you had to close your eyes.

Harry's eyes were dark, and the dried blood on his cheek and his mouth made him look terrifying but somehow still the hottest man you have ever seen. And he was all yours.

You lunged at him, pushing hard against his chest and flipping him onto his back. Then, you mounted his lap, wiggling over his erection through his boxers, loving the way he tried to hide his facial expressions from you.

You reached down, scooping up the bloody knife that Harry had dropped a few moments before. He watched you with anticipation, wondering if you were gonna cut him.

You noticed from the recent cut the blood hadn't dried. You stared directly into Harry's eyes, bringing the blade to your lips, licking your own blood in a straight line before purposely coating your lips enough to stain them with what was left.

Harry sat up, gripping the wrist you were holding the blade with, his eyes on fire. You could tell he was struggling still wearing those boxers. You smirked at him, reaching into the elastic waistband and palming him in your hand, enjoying the way he quickly lost his resolve.

"y/n," Harry stuttered now, his grip on your wrist loosening just a tad. You pumped your fist along his dick, just enough to make him wither.

"I should just put you out of your misery now," you teased him, increasing speed just enough for him to notice. He glared at you. "You're so fucking done. You wouldn't last three seconds in my pussy."

Harry knew he had really pissed you off now, as you were rarely the type to talk like this. He grinned through his pain, knowing you were probably fucking right at this moment in time.

"You broke the rule, babe," Harry sighed, managing to snag the knife from your hands when you were caught off guard by him not being angry. He smirked at you before shredding the side of his boxers, cutting through them until they were a shredded pile at the end of the couch.

There was something about seeing him entirely naked after nearly three weeks of no sex. You couldn't hide the strangled gasp you made when your stomach fluttered, your hand slowing on his dick.

Harry grabbed your hip to pull you close. He cupped the back of your head in his hand, bringing your lips together for a deep kiss. Your faces were becoming sticky, and you felt a hint of a smile on his lips right as he pulled away.

You pouted when he gently moved your hand away, cupping your cheeks in his hands, and kissed you again. It was so passionate that your heart was fluttering this time. Finally, Harry released his grip, reaching around your body instead, grabbing your ass to pull you right into his chest.

"How much can you handle?" Harry whispered, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. His free hand reached down, feeling how wet you were for him. Harry forced you to turn around, your back pressed to his chest as he then positioned your legs just right. You mewled when he cupped your soaked pussy in his hand. Harry had vaguely felt you gush on him a few seconds before. Stupid fucking boxers

"I don't think a whole lot more.." you replied honestly, already panting again when he slid a few fingers inside of you with ease. Your hips bucked, and as a result, Harry made a quick slice into your hip. You squealed before it was cut off when he shoved a bloody finger in your mouth.

"You're a little freak, aren't you?" Harry said, the sound of you sighing making him smile. "Do you like the taste of blood, y/n?"

Your words were stuck in your throat when Harry increased his speed, your belly coiling at the threat of your looming orgasm. He laughed at your silence, once again gathering a small drop of blood on his finger before shoving it back into your mouth. You took it willingly, reaching an arm above your head. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, your body starting to fall apart while his fingers fucked you into oblivion. The couch between your thighs was now soaked.

"I'll take that as a yes. You filthy girl," Harry laughed at your expense, fighting the urge to groan when you screamed into his hand, your orgasm coming quicker than he anticipated. You could feel the cum leaking out of you, Harry giving your clit a few circles before pulling his hand away. "Always drenched and willing for me."

You turned around in his lap on shaky legs. Harry watched you, your hair matted and stuck to your face. He grinned, brushing your hair back as you adjusted yourself accordingly.

"Not a whole lot," you said, your voice final.

Harry could have ejaculated by the look on your face alone. "Not a lot," he confirmed.

You nodded, a smirk of your own now as you reached down, taking his dick in your hand. Your pussy was drenched, and you made sure to coat the head with your arousal as he started to push into you, doing his best not to take control.

Harry eventually bottomed out, his arm wrapping around you as you rocked on his lap, your fingers itching toward the dirty blade that was just slightly out of reach. Harry placed his hands on your hips, helping guide you to getting your orgasm faster.

You managed after a lucky swipe to grab the knife. Harry pressed kisses along the exposed side of your neck, moaning into your ear as you allowed him more reign to take control. Especially with what you were about to do.

Harry watched you as you once again brought the blade to your chest. You watched him silently, mouth open, when a tremor rolled through your body, causing you to clench around Harry's dick. His eyes almost rolled in the back of his head when that happened.

"Fuck, y/n," he groaned, now staring at the blade threatening your beautiful, delicate skin.

You dug the blade into the skin underneath your collarbone. You hissed at the discomfort, but it was almost masked by the way Harry growled, lurching forward and attaching his lips to the fresh wound. The taste of your blood only excited him more, and eventually, you just sat there as Harry pivoted his hips into you. You felt your thighs go numb from the constant beating.

You seemed lightheaded as your second orgasm was moments away, and you had lost a good amount of blood tonight. Harry held you tightly when he felt you sag against him and pressed his lips to your cheek. You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him towards you, being the one to initiate the kiss this time. Harry's lips were soaked with blood, but you obviously didn't mind.

Your orgasm hit you like a train, crying into his mouth, this time crumpling into his tight grasp. Harry groaned, feeling his dick become soaked with your release. A minute later, he spilled inside of you, mumbling your name before kissing you on your forehead.

"I love you," he said quietly, and you responded with a soft grunt of affirmation, "You're a freak like me."

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clvmtines · 3 years

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welcome aboard, clementine martinez, student #2. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like alexa demie? according to our records, you hail from florida, usa, prefer she / her pronouns, are a cis woman, and are here to study creative writing. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + charming, + free-spirited, but also - restive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the billiards room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a casino chip carried around for luck from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

hi friends! i’m very excited to be here. i’m jay (est, she/her) n i used to play astrid nyland a few months ago if anyone remembers bt i had to leave for personal reasons. i’m so glad to be back now that i hve life sorted and some free time for summer break <3 read on for some details abt this new muse of mine, clementine.

01. biography !

so ! clementine was born in florida. & yes, her real name is clementine. her mom thot it was the cutest name idea ever. clementine mostly goes by clem. she comes from the town [redacted] in florida bcoz i am too lazy to look up a specific town <3 but alas ! it was swampy and humid and she lived in a trailer park.

her parents got knocked up at nineteen. clem was born nine months after a particularly wild 1999 fourth of july. her birthday is march 26th and she’s an aries.

(TW: addiction, child injury) clem’s dad was a gambling addict and petty criminal—he wld steal credit cards n whatnot. he wld gamble away diaper money n it would cause constant fighting until her dad finally left. her mom took this very hard n began drinking a bit too often, leaving clem to to make cereal for dinner n fend for herself. once clem tried to make hot dogs on the stove and spilled boiling water on herself. got a p bad burn on her arm/shoulder and still has a big scar.

the soundtrack of her childhood was cicadas buzzing and stray dogs barking. the sizzle and pop of natty light cans. turning up her ipod to max volume to drown out the sounds of her mother fighting with her new boyfriend.

throughout her upbringing, clem’s dad was always in and out of the picture. he’d blow into town when he hit it big. he’d take her on these little “adventures” like staying in a motel 6 n renting movies at block buster n ordering good pizza nt the dominos shit she ate with her mom lol. ofc he was charging it all to someone’s stolen credit card. he’d always promise to, like, take clem away. n clem was a daddy’s girl so she believed him. the last time it happened was her h.s. graduation. her mom didn’t show ( "overslept” after a bender ) but her dad did and surprised her n said everything wld be different. bt then he bailed on their plans for the next day n when she called his cell, the number was disconnected. tht was the defining “i’m done” moment. clem promised to never be disappointed by her father again.

(TW: racism) her mother has mexican ancestry and clem’s always been called her twin. but clem was raised in a predominately white area and honestly ?? it was really hard without her even realizing it. she’s still unpacking a lot of things today abt her youth that jst weren’t okay bt she thought were normal. like microaggressions, stereotypes, being fetishized by boys in high school. gross shit.

as a kid, clem was rumored to be really poor bc she wore tattered clothes n got free lunch at school. once she invited a friend to her house & the next day they told everyone it’s in a trailer park. that reputation—the “trailer park girl”—was really hard to shake. and clem got almost desperate to shake it. she was endlessly trying to set her old self on fire and emerge from the ashes like a phoenix.

eventually clem became more “popular”. in school she was, like, a straight b student. very average although super creative and quick-thinking. she always had street smarts. problem solving skills. independence. more of, like, practical intelligence as opposed to book smarts because academia bores her tbh. she was like why am i reading these overrated boring books by dead white men or learning abt polynomials when i know nothing abt how to pay a mortage or do taxes. like...she saw the american education system as bullshit and put in modest effort because she didn’t believe it deserved her sweat and tears.

however, she entered the online lottery for the seas program on a whim and got in. so she’s studying creative writing now.

02. personality !

first thing you shld know abt clem is that she’s a compulsive liar essentially—she tells various stories to make her life seem better than what it was. to one person, she’s an heiress to a real estate company and grew up wealthy. to the next she was raised by nomadic hippies. some of her lies are small fibs while others are grandiose tales. she rarely talks about her actual upbringing. she hates talking abt her family or the v real trauma of growing up in a household where both parents struggled w/ addiction; the uncertainty, the broken promises, the fact that she had to grow up so soon and deal w/ so much. it wasn’t fair, and if she thinks about it too much, she feels this anger. anger at the universe. anger at her circumstances. she doesn’t know where to put this anger. she doesn’t know how to shrink it. so she avoids it.

despite her rough upbringing, though, clem is actually really sweet and kind. she’s adventurous, fun-loving, free-spirited, and bold.

bt ! she can also be closed-off, competitive and restive.

she’s seemingly tight with everyone? like she’s jst that girl who can get along with anyone tbh.

in her spare time you can catch her tanning by the pool, hanging at the bar, playing pool ( which she learned from her dad ), and socializing. she’ll never say no to hanging out with people.

she learned a lot from her little “adventures” with her dad, who was very good at conning others and often involved her in his dumb little scams. clem is suuuper good at pulling the ‘im baby 🥺’ card to get what she wants.

she can be a little selfish, because she grew up looking out for herself.

stubborn and dogmatic as hell !!!

she doesn’t do too many relationships but when she does fall, i imagine she falls hard and fast. she refuses to be made a fool of, tho. when she gets vulnerable she flashes back to being a kid, waiting all day for her dad to show up only to have him bail on her. again. she hates that feeling. so if she, like, senses a shift in someone’s energy she’ll b like, “i’ll break up with u before u can do it to me” and the person wasn’t even tryna dump her lmao.

has a lot of sex. too much ?? sex?? mayb. but she’s v sex positive.

her personal style is v late 90s. hair clips, big scrunchies, neon, fur trim, crop and tube tops, hoop earrings, chokers, patterns, platform shoes, biodegradable glitter cuz it’s good fr the earth *winks*. clothes from o-mighty.......actually jst google o mighty, pull up the images and That is clem. she dresses like a bratz doll. she’s dedicated to the aesthetic.

03. headcanons !

her item brought from home is a hot pink poker chip from a casino. her dad gave it to her. he said it reminded him of her because of the color; he got it during one of his winning streaks and said it was lucky. she has a complicated relationship w/ her dad n doesn’t even speak to him anymore, bt she will never go anywhere without it.

she’s a smol bean—only 5′4

an astrology girl and she reads palms ! she absolutely makes astrology tik toks that people only watch because she’s hot. her flirting technique is to ask you to read your palm.

she doesn’t typically drink to get drunk. but she does love a good sugary cocktail. to her, a drink is like an accessory. a blue fishbowl by the pool, a jack and coke as she stands around a bar. usually she'll nurse the same beverage for a while. if you see her wasted it usually means she’s going thru it emotionally lol. the one thing she does do is drugs tho

pretty much listens to exclusively female artists.

a bit of an activist. environmentalism, feminism and the like, she’s v outspoken. vegan for ethical reasons (TW: drugs) bt still does cocaine. she wears shirts with ‘my pussy my choice’ bedazzled on the front.

loves to rollerblade ! back home she didn’t have a car so she’d bike or rollerblade. now she still has her blades and she’ll use them when the ship docks.

03. wanted connections !

Friends, bffs, ride or dies, friends who are like siblings to her, maybe a friend with an unrequited crush on either side ??

an ex she dumped/cheated on/otherwise self sabotaged their relationship because she was afraid of vulnerability.

an ex friend who realized she lies a lot abt herself n felt betrayed. OH ! ESP if they opened up to her on many occasions abt intimate, personal stuff. imagine the betrayal they felt when they found that everything they thought they knew abt clem is a lie.

someone who she actually opens up to. a confidant. or, maybe, like, a stranger she drunkenly spilled her soul to and now she avoids them like the plague.

a rival. clem can be competitive.

her drug dealer

someone she knows she shouldn’t hook up with and… does it anyways. like a friend’s ex or smthing. spicy <3

i welcome anything !

#seasintro #addiction tw #alcohol tw #drugs tw

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