Hi! I'm Kiri, and I am 31 years old. I use She / They pronouns. I've been on this hell site for 13+ years and will probably never escape. I am an 18+ blog so MDNI!! As an artist, I am also heavily against the use of AI as it hurts not only our creativity, but our environment as well.
I am also Dean Winchesters hot gf 😌💅🏻 No, I won't hear any objections (/j) and soldier boys side ho
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THE NEW CHAPTER OF BAREFOOT HAD ME FROTHING AT THE MOUTH OMLLL ITS SO FIRE - can I be 🪦anon? (Previous anon who was also in here screaming abt how good barefoot was lol)
You absolutely can be 🪦 anon!! I appreciate your hype for my fic c: I aim to please not only readers like you, but also have fun with it!! And yeah, just wait. It's gonna get even BETTER.
Still one of the best animations I've ever done. Took just under a week and was equal parts fun and challenging. So here are some process passes! The full version had too many colors so I had to do some compression T0T
A/N: Y'all wanted more? Ya git more! I had to get this out because it's eating at me and I know you guys wanted it. That said, chapter 7 probably won't be out for a little bit as it's still in the idea phase.
Summary: Jealousy is a nasty, nasty thing and won't be the last she sees from Clara. All that aside, maybe things are starting to look up? Or not...
WC: 3.6k
>> CHAPTER 5
>> READ ON AO3
CW: PTSD episode and some violence concerning that. This chapter also contains masturbation lol oh and Ben x Clara *barf emoji*
Sharp brown eyes look disdainfully on the soaked girl's form. “I thought there weren't any vagabonds around here.” She has a slight German accent.
“Is B-Ben home?” Her teeth are still chattering.
“Who wants to know? Are you some whore he hired?” The woman looks her up and down, a sneer on her face. “Not a very pretty whore.” She mutters, taking a drag off a cigarette and blowing the smoke not directly at her face, but damn near. “Go find somewhere else to beg for money-”
“Clara? What's going on?” Ben comes up behind the brunette woman to investigate. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing the shivering girl. “_____?! What the fuck are you doing!?” He gently grabs Clara and moves her aside before pulling his best friend's daughter inside.
His hand feels so warm against her chilled, damp skin that it almost makes her forget how cold she really is. “F-Flat tire and I ran out-t of gas.” she almost whines as his hand leaves her arm. At least she was some place where the rain wouldn't soak and freeze her further. But the woman, Clara, her stare would replace that cold feeling.
“You know her?” Clara's tone becomes less harsh but the annoyance is still there.
Ignoring her question, Ben ushers for Don's daughter to follow him into his house. He didn't care if she got the floors wet as he needed to get her warmed up. “What are you doing all the way out here? Don's gonna be fucking livid at you.” He leads her into the laundry room and pulls a towel out of the dryer, tossing it at her.
Relief soothes her aching body as the warm towel drapes around her shoulders. She feels safe. “He's always angry at me , what’s new? I,” She pauses for a moment to think of a plausible excuse. “I was on a drive to cool off. Dad and I got into a fight again and I didn’t wanna go home after I got off work. I guess I just didn’t realize how low on gas I was.” That should be reason enough as it was partially true.
Ben sighs through his nose before doing a double take at her feet. “Sit down.” he orders, pulling up a stool. “Getting god damn blood everywhere.”
She obeys, sitting down and watching Ben leave the room. Curiously, she looks at her foot and winces as the gash is bigger than she initially thought. Bits of rock are stuck in her soggy skin and smaller cuts litter around on both feet.
“You never answered me. How do you know her?” Clara follows Ben to the bathroom where he is gathering a first aid kit.
“She’s Don's kid. Not really a kid as she’s an adult.” Ben continues to rifle through the medicine cabinet without so much as glancing at the woman.
The brunette woman huffs softly to herself and folds her arms over her chest. “And why are you so close to her? You act like you are her uncle or something else. I thought she was a whore that you may have bought.”
Whore. That’s what Don called her a lot and Ben didn’t like it. He knew that she wasn’t some promiscuous type and it bothered him that she was even called such a thing. Why? He didn’t exactly know but it irked him enough to stop what he was doing and turn to Clara. “She’s Don’s daughter. I served with Don and we went through something overseas that brought us together as brothers in arms. I think that’s enough reason for you to know.” His eyes shimmer with irritation.
“My apologies.” Clara forces a smile, softening her tone. “Prostitution is legal in Germany and I sometimes forget that it is not here. That said, I take back my previous statement.”
Ben doesn’t acknowledge the apology as the damage had already been done. He had met Clara when he was stationed in Germany for a little. The two had hit it off in their younger days and often snuck around Berlin together. Don had met her too, and told Ben he should put a ring on her finger before they’re shipped off again. He was glad that he didn’t listen to Don as he found out that Clara was already married and had an infant daughter. They had been shipped off to the Middle East right after she broke the news to him. It had been years since he last heard from her, but just yesterday he had gone out for a drink in the city and ran into her. Clara had apparently moved to the United States after the sudden and tragic death of her husband and daughter. Sparks flew like they did in the past and she ended up in his bed that night. He had only slept with her to remember the times of old and to get his mind off of Don’s daughter. Regardless, Ben didn’t feel the same way he used to about Clara.
“Is there something wrong?” She raises her eyebrows and places a hand on his shoulder. “Perhaps I can help the girl get settled in for the night?”
“No.” Ben answers, grabbing the supplies he fished for and closing the cabinet. “I’ll talk to you later. This is a personal matter and I’d prefer if you left.”
Clara’s eyes narrow slightly. She didn’t like how attentive he was to some younger girl when she was standing right in front of him. “If that is what you wish, my dear.” She stands on her toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek and excusing herself from the vicinity. The fake smile she had plastered on her face quickly falls as she grabs her belongings and storms out. Wind blows through her hair and rain batters her skin. Thunder roars above her as she enters her car and peels out of the driveway. This would not be the last the girl saw of Clara, that much she would be certain of.
“Christ.” Ben mutters after he hears the door slam. “Women.” He walks back to the laundry room and kneels down before her, grabbing her injured foot. “What the fuck were you walking without shoes for? You're not that dumb.” He begins to clean the area, picking the rocks out.
She winces as Ben pulls out a particularly lodged rock from her skin. “Ran out of the house and forgot.” Her voice is strained as she feels the burn of antiseptic against her gash.“Hey!” The subtle insult finally catches up to her and she uses her other foot to gently smash against his face. His beard was rough against her skin but still gave a slight tickle despite how pruned her foot was.
Snorting, Ben shoves her foot out of his face and smirks. “Just cause you went to college don’t mean shit, sweetheart.”
“Well at least I went to college.” She retorts, returning his smirk.
“I didn’t drop out.” Ben stops for a moment to look up at her and grin. “What did you actually do to fail a few classes anyway?”
Oh boy. She was surprised her dad didn’t fill him in on what had happened. “Okay, so I may or may not have indulged in the party life more often than not. Friends of mine had me skip classes so we could smoke weed and just chill. Yeah, I also did play some online games in the back of math class- World of Warcraft to be exact.”
“Nerd.”
“Says you! I noticed some movie posters when I walked in!!” She laughs a little, some color finally returning to her cheeks.
“Yeah, whatever. Damn, you failed classes because you wanted to smoke weed, party and play games? Coulda joined the army and done all that. Not the smoking part, but the latter. We did that shit all the time and your dad was an animal when he partied.” Ben shakes his head at the memory. “That was before we saw all the shit we did.”
It was best not to ask what he saw during his time in the service. Don was more willing to talk about what he had seen, but even he had limits. Still, it wasn’t respectful to ask. “Oh…” The atmosphere shifts a little and she scrambles to try and think of something to lighten the mood. “What was my dad like when you guys served? Before uh, that. Y’know, the details.” Best to leave out the term gory.
He begins to wrap her foot up but his expression softens. Don may be an ass to her, but he taught her to leave well enough alone unless someone was comfortable with sharing their story. “Your dad was wild.” He chuckles and finishes patching her foot up and begins to pick rocks out of the other. “He was always getting into trouble and I went along with a lot of the bullshit. It was fun. We put a playboy centerfold in the trophy case display, put a disassembled VW Bug into the courtyard of the facility we trained at, did some hazing, and he, not me, egged a police car. That was before I met him. I went to an all boys school but was kicked out at 16. My dad didn’t give a rat's ass about me, not really. Couldn’t be bothered to hit me but I did get bitched at. My poor mother could only stand by and watch or he’d hit her.” He doesn’t know why he’s telling her all this. She may be Don’s daughter, but she doesn’t need to know that much about his past, does she? He never told Clara or any past girlfriend any of this. What was so special about her?
So he understood her to a degree. That fact warmed her heart and she can’t help but smile at him. She leans forward and wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him as she’s unable to help herself. Feeling seen and heard for once in her life felt so good. Sure, Ben was rough around the edges, but he was a big softie on the inside… But only for her, it seemed.
Ben freezes up for a moment, unsure of what to do. He hadn’t been hugged like this in a long time and his heart raced at her embrace. The soft squish of her breasts against him and how her body molded against his even in an awkward pose had his mind muddled. Cautiously, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a proper hug. The last time she had hugged him like this was when she was 17 and her parents had gotten into their nastiest fight. He always seemed to pick the right times to be over or it was just pure luck. Don and Susie had gotten into a screaming match and their daughter had been right in the middle of it. Ben had to pull her away and stand in front of Susie so that Don wouldn’t do anything stupid. After Susie had taken off and Don drank himself to sleep, Ben was the only one left to comfort their poor daughter. He had held her and let her cry on his shoulder for a long time. “Clara left some clothes behind. You can take a shower and use those.” He finally pulls away, reminding himself that he shouldn’t feel whatever it was he was feeling toward her.
“‘Kay. Thanks, Ben… Oh!” She pulls out her phone and hands it to him but it’s dead. “Oh. I was gonna have you put your number in. I guess it’s a little late for that. I really hope that the rain didn’t fry it.”
Taking the smartphone, Ben puts it in his pocket and helps her up. “I got a spare charger for when your dad comes over. Bastard always forgets to juice the damn thing-”
Speaking of…
Ben sighs as his phone rings. The caller ID is none other than Don and he answers. “Hello?”
“Where’s _____?! She was supposed to be home at 10 and I’m half tempted to put out a search party!!” Don’s voice actually sounded worried.
“Relax, Don. She’s with me.” Ben looks over at her and rolls his eyes. “Heard that you two had a fight again and she didn’t want to come home so she came here after work.” He was going to spare the details about how she actually got there.
“Right… Yeah.” His tone on the other end relaxes a bit, but holds guilt. “I tried calling her phone, but it must be dead or she’s that angry at me.”
“Could be both. It is dead though.”
“Obviously if I had to call you, jackass.” Don gives a dry chuckle. “Listen, could you tell her that I’m gonna keep her rent at $300? And that I’d like to meet her for breakfast tomorrow?”
“No. You can tell her.” Ben hands his phone to her.
She takes it, expression blank but she braces herself for whiplash. “Hey dad.”
“_____, I’m really sorry, honey. I really am. I know I need to work on my anger and be nicer to you. I don’t want you to leave like your mom did because of me. You’re my daughter and I love you. I should have never,” He begins to choke up, “I shoulda never hit you.”
Her shoulders relax slightly, but she is still cautious. This was a start, but she wasn’t going to just let things go when the wound was still so fresh and how he lashed out earlier. “Do you promise? To work on your anger?”
It’s quiet on the other end and it worries her for a second.
“I promise I’ll try.” Don sounds defeated, but slightly hopeful. “I’m still gonna keep rent at $300 and I’d like to treat you to breakfast tomorrow at that diner you like. They’ve got some awesome omelets.”
A small smile creeps on her face and she chuckles, “Alright. Thanks, dad. Is it okay if Ben comes along, too?”
“Absolutely. Oh, and one more thing. You’re an adult. I’m taking the curfew away but I’d like it if you try to be home by 1 AM. I’ll worry if you’re not home by then. I’m just glad that you’re at Ben’s. Have a good night and I’ll see you both tomorrow morning. Let’s say 10:30?”
“Sounds like a plan. Thanks dad, sleep well.” She hangs the phone up and hands it back to Ben.
“Why drag me into it?” He nudges her and raises his brows.
“You don’t wanna get breakfast? That diner has banger omelets!” She grins.
“I’m not saying no.” Ben glances off to the side before focusing on her. “So is that it? You forgive him?”
She thinks for a moment and shakes her head. “It’ll be a while before I can forgive him. The first step is that he finally acknowledged he’s a dick.” She chuckles.
The former soldier snorts and can’t help but chuckle at her words. “Alright, go take a shower and get in bed. You can sleep in the guest room.”
Before she even thinks about going upstairs, she quickly stands on her toes and places a kiss on Ben's cheek. Her heart is fluttering like a hummingbird and cheeks a soft pink. A giggle escapes her as she rushes up the stairs and into the guest room.
Reaching up, Ben touches his cheek and stares at the floor. He’s savoring the way her lips felt against him and thinking too much into it. Her lips had felt better than any girl he slept with, Clara included. “Shit.” He runs a hand along his beard and turns the flat screen TV on to a random channel to try and not think about it.
She clearly didn’t remember just how much money Ben had as his house was on the more lavish side. It wasn’t gaudy like Kevin’s but it was still abundantly clear that he was wealthy. The bathroom she’s in has a stand in shower and a jacuzzi tub and this is the guest room bathroom. She places the clothes that Clara had left on the sink counter and begins to strip out of her damp outfit. The sight of the microkini nearly makes her fall over and her stomach drop. How in the hell was she supposed to explain that?
The only option would be to hide it in her bag, but for now, she tosses it on the floor and gets into the shower. Her foot still aches, but the way Ben had mended it made it feel a bit better. A groan leaves her lips as the warm water hits her skin. It felt so good and comforting. She looks over and sees that there is a ledge for sitting and a shelf full of products. It's women's soap and shampoo left over from one night stands. Either that, or Ben wasn't as crass as he made himself out to be and provided toiletries for said one night stands. She grabs the soap and rubs it in the wash cloth she had gotten from the hall closet. Once the cloth was sudsy enough, she began to lather and clean her body. It smelled soft and calming.
Next of course, was the shampoo: Coconut and Jasmine. A typical fragrance but still pleasant. As her fingers work through her hair, her mind begins to wander to thoughts about Ben. She thinks about the way her feet felt in his hands, how broad his shoulders are, the depth of his voice… One of her hands wanders down to one of her breasts as she gives it a squeeze, wondering how his hand would feel doing the same thing. She had been blessed with a larger bust and cute figure. Both of her hands are now cupping her breasts and thumbs rub over her hardening nipples. She thinks about how his beard would rub against the tender flesh and his teeth nibbling against her peaks. Would he suck hickies into her skin to show that she belongs to him? Her thighs clench a little and arousal pulses between her legs. Thoughts of events that had previously happened melt away when she thinks about Ben. She abandons a breast to touch her clit, rubbing small circles and having to bite her lip. Would he come up if he heard her? Maybe he’d join her and he would get to touch her. This was wrong, yes, but these thoughts were so delicious. She hadn’t thought about him like this in a while.
“Mm!” She stops groping her breast, covering her mouth as her fingers continue to rub her clit. Up, down, left, right, tight circles… She has to stifle her breathing and noises. As much as she’d love for her fantasy to come true, the opposite would most definitely happen. Still, she had worked herself up enough that she had to finish. She gets on her knees, leaning against the ledge as her fingers work faster at her pearl while her other hand is tightly clamped against her mouth. Her pussy throbs with need, desperate for her fingers or something to be inside. She wonders again if she could take Ben and if he would fit. His large hands grabbing her hips as he slams into her. They would be doing this raw and without a condom, she would let him. Beg him to spill inside her to claim her. Her eyes shut tightly and shoulders tense up as her orgasm finally hits her. It’s hard to hold back the moans but she manages to keep the volume of her noises down. Her body slumps against the seat and hands grab the edge as she comes down from her climax, panting slightly. She just masturbated at Ben’s place to the thought of Ben. There is no guilt or “this is wrong” thoughts… As long as it stays a fantasy, it should be okay, right? She can think about Ben like that all she wants as long as nothing happens. Yeah, it’s alright. It’s just a fantasy and that is all it will stay. It has to.
Once she’s done with her shower, brushed her teeth and changed into fresh clothes, she’s sound asleep. The day had been exhausting and as soon as her head hit the pillow, her eyes had grown heavy.
It’s around 3 AM and Ben is thrashing in his sleep. A thin layer of sweat coats his skin as he grips his sheets, brow tense and tears rolling down his cheeks. “No. No!! No!! Don’t do it!! Don’t shoot!!” Sounds of gunfire and missiles deafen his ears. He’s back in the Middle East and holding a friend of his who’s dying. Blood is everywhere and an odd Russian song is playing in the distance. As soon as Ben turns his head, he sees another friend explode and his severed head rolls to him. Those eyes stare up at him, they’re dead but the lips of the deceased man still move. “Why? Why did you run, Ben?”
He’s in chains next and screaming from being tortured by the enemy. This was something only Don knew about and he made him swear to take to his grave. Ben gasps, sitting up and panting hard as his adrenaline pumps from having a nightmare. “Jesus Christ…” He feels that tight coil wrapping around his throat and eyes sting with tears. The scars on his body from when he was a POW shimmer with sweat. He throws the sheets off himself and gets up, walking down the hall and stopping by the guest room. Ben peeks inside to see her sound asleep and alive. “Fuck.” He sniffles, lip quivering but holding back the urge to cry. Tearing himself away from the sight of Don’s daughter, he notices something laying on the guest bathroom floor. He sniffles again and walks toward it, picking it up. Any lingering sadness or fear vanishes as he holds the microkini… There was clearly more to her story than she had initially led on.
Summary: She will do anything in order to get out... Even if it means doing the more unsavory jobs.
WC: 3.2k
>> CHAPTER 4
>> READ ON AO3
CW: Allusions to SA but not explicitly described
The next few days became a game of cat and mouse with Don and his daughter. It seemed that she found a job based on how often she came and went from the house. However, she never said anything about where she was working and was short with her answers. Even when he asked if she had said anything to Ben, she was dismissive. Speaking of, Ben hadn't been back since the fight they had. He said something about needing some space before he “blows his shit clean off.” Don was thankful that his injury was getting better despite the tussle. He could walk more freely around the house, but still missed sleeping in his own bed upstairs.
In his lonesome, the ex drill sergeant thought deeply about how his fist felt hitting his own daughter's face. It made him cringe and teeth gnash. There wasn't any reason for slugging her across the face the way he did. He was drunk, yes, upset with the state of the world, yes, angry with her choices, yes, but it was still no excuse to hit her. “Am I that bad of a father?” He says to himself, pondering his past actions even before that night.
Upstairs, she is examining herself in the mirror with the lingerie Kevin had provided. He said she could keep them for ‘private candid shots’. Her phone buzzes with notifications on Only Fans of men begging to see more and showering her with compliments. She has to turn the notifications off as they are stressing her out by how often they are. It had only been around 3 days since she started her page, and she miraculously hit it off. On that same note, she had gotten a call from the grocery store telling her she had been hired.
Kevin: Heeeeyyyyy babyyyyy. U gonna show up 2nite? Xander wants 2 shoot another set 🤪😜
Me: Idk, Kevin. I just got that other job offer and I think it's unfair you keep half of what I've earned. Maybe this isn't for me.
Kevin: Nahhh it's all good. I'm technically ur manager so I get 2 keep sum. We r a team, baby ;) It's cool if u got another job tho. I respect the hustle 💯 💰💰 we can work something out 2nite.
She growls to herself, running a hand through her hair and locking her screen. Her eyes fell on her backpack she had taken to Kevin's luxurious mansion. It had around 1,000 dollars in it just as an offer to keep her around. “Maybe I should give it back and tell him to shove it where his mouth is.” She huffs, taking the lingerie off and throwing some normal clothes on.
The few times she had gone to Kevin's place, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Sure, she knew how to throw a mean right hook and fight one person off, but there were 5 other men there. She was under the assumption it would just be her, Kevin and his friend Xander. Apparently, he had told his buddies that a pretty girl he had met would be shooting sets and they could get a private show.
Me: Are your other friends going to be there? I didn't feel comfortable with so many people around.
Kevin: typing…
Maybe he had a shred of decency? Maybe he would tell her he understands and that he will tell them not to come-
Kevin: U will get used 2 it. They r paying customers and the tips I charge r all 4 u. I am just trying 2 help u out babes. 😮💨🥲 I promise I won't do anything weird haha. I can't say my friends won't try 2 feel u up 😜 I'm jk. Besides their is gonna b free food 2nite and Xander wants 2 do a bathing suit shoot. I will come get u if u want if gas is the issue.
Of course he didn't understand. Her brain screamed at her to keep the lingerie, cash, perfume and block his number. This was getting out of hand, even if the cash was quick and the job easy. Tears of frustration sting her eyes and her fingers end up tangled in her hair again. She didn't know what to do because Kevin knew where she lived and he was the type to take things way too far.
Me: No. It's not that. Forget it. I will see you tonight.
Kevin: Atta guuuurl!! Knew u would come around. See ur sexy ass l8r babe.
Sighing deeply, she grabs her back pack and purse, headed down the stairs. “I'm going to work..” she announces.
Don looks up from his seat over at the stairwell and stands up with some difficulty. He has a somber expression as he limps over to her. “Been meaning to ask, where'd you get a job? I'm uh, glad you found something.”
“The local grocery store.” She twists the strap of her backpack. “I start today. It's $12 an hour…” Her body braces, preparing to be screamed at to do better.
The balding man nods, sighing and sticking his hands in his pockets. “$300.”
She blinks for a moment, adjusting the strap of her bag and tilting her head.
“$700 isn't realistic for that kind of job. I'm cutting $400 off and going easier. Plus, since you're still in contact with good friends, you deserve to have a little something for when you go to a movie or grab a bite to eat.” His eyes don't meet hers and his hand rubs the back of his neck.
While she wanted to trust his word and hope he would keep it that way, she knows that this is a guilt tactic. Her lips part to ask if he means it, but she sighs softly instead. “Okay.”
“Okay? I'm trying to be nice to you. I feel bad for what I did-” Don's already getting irritated and doesn't seem to get the point.
“That's… That's not exactly a way to make up, dad. If you wanted to make it up to me, you'd go to therapy and get a hold on your anger issues.” Her defenses are coming back up and she steps to the entryway. “Maybe try to get to know me instead of-”
Don sighs loudly, lips pursed “I do know you. How could I not? You're my kid.”
“Do you even know what my favorite color is?” She turns around to face him.
“Of course I know. It's pink because all girls like pink.”
She shakes her head and turns away, opening the door to the garage.
“Fine. I tried to make it up to you and make it easier, but if you wanna keep making it difficult then have it your fuckin’ way.” Don's eye twitches and his voice becomes more gruff. “You've always been a pain in my ass! All you do is run away, waste my hard earned money, and cry!! Grow a fucking spine!! I expect full payment by-”
The door slams as she can't listen to anymore from him. That tight feeling in her throat is burning as she fights back tears. She knew it was too good to be true and wasn't actually sorry. Looks like she would have to keep her day job and secret job. She had to get the tears out now and fake a smile for her first day.
It certainly is a job. Almost 8 hours of stocking, cleaning, and getting to know the store. She's exhausted by the time she's done with her shift, and has her head pressed against the steering wheel of her car. Does she have to go for that shoot tonight? How often did Kevin expect her to make content? She pulls her phone out, shooting him a text asking to postpone the session.
Kevin: Huh??? Uhhh no? I have a few people who wanna see how the shoots work and the model 😉
A whine escapes her and she dials Kevin, really not wanting to show up tonight. “Hey, look, I'm really sorry Kevin. I'm tired and my feet hurt. Can't you cut me some slack? Let me rest today?”
Kevin chuckles over the line and tuts, “_____, What is it that people say? Beauty is pain? I thought you would have lived by that motto with how gorgeous you are. Just come over right now and take a nap on the couch!”
She's quiet for a moment and looks out at the field in front of her. Did she really want to go back to where her dad would yell at her? “Fine. But please don't be weird.”
“Alrighty! See you over here, then.” Kevin hangs up and turns to the crowd of men he has. “Well, boys.” He claps his hands together and rubs them. “My girl is coming over.”
“I don't think she ever agreed to be your girlfriend, Kevin.” Xander frowns and goes back to messing with his camera equipment.
“What are you talking about? We haven’t even hard launched yet, bro. She totally digs me.” Kevin coughs, an awkward sensation settling in his chest.
“Sure, bro.”
It's an hour later when she gets to Kevin's mansion. He had foolishly given her a copy of his keys to let herself in. Did he trust just anyone like that? He was more stupid than she initially thought. Her shoulders relax at the sight of the aforementioned couch. Just as she's about to crash down on it, Kevin walks in with a big grin on his face.
“Heyyy! I was wondering when you were gonna show up. You ready to shoot?”
“I thought you said I could take a nap.” She sets her bag down, brows upturned.
“About that.” He places his hands on his hips. “I'm gonna need you like, now. I promise you can take a nap after! Totally. Absolutely. Just-” He walks over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and ushering her to the nearest bathroom. “Put on some make up to go along with the bathing suit I have laid out for you. Make your hair look nice and be ready. Need my best girl to be as pretty as can be.” He finishes with a smile.
Of course he needed her now. When has anything gone right for her in the course of 2 weeks? She is doing this for the money and to get the hell out of that house. “Alright.” She sighs, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind herself. Naturally, the bikini could hardly be considered an article of clothing. She gingerly picks it up, scrunching her nose as she notices it's not just a bikini, but a microkini. “Wonderful and I didn't shave.”
She gets her make up and hair done as best and quickly as she can. The microkini leaves little to the imagination and only makes her bush stand out more. Sure, she groomed herself often but she wasn't expecting to be wearing something like this. Grabbing the short silk robe provided, she puts it on and ties the belt tightly. The blush on her cheeks only enhances the natural blood flow beneath the make up. “Just get it over with. It's for the money.” She tells herself, feeling a bit jittery. Her bare feet pad down the luxurious marble halls to the foyer, “Kevin?” Her voice bounces off the walls.
“Over here!!” He replies from a further away room. It sounded like his voice projected from the right where she just came from.
She follows the sound, making sure to put a bit of a pep in her step. The cold flooring and air had helped her wake up a bit, but she was still very much emotionally exhausted. Her heart almost stops as she finally reaches her destination: a swimming pool room full of men. Her stomach begins to twist in knots and hands tremble. There were at least 30 men and all of their hungry, lustful gazes were on her.
“There you are.” Kevin wraps an arm around her waist, leading her over to the set that Xander had set up.
“What is this?” She takes a step back after reaching the corner, and wraps her arms around herself. “There are more people here than last time.” She was becoming more reluctant to remove her robe, even if it reached her mid thigh.
“She's really cute, Kevin.” One of the men snicker.
“You sure you're not up for sharing?” another man oogles her
“Maybe you should make premium content. You know, on PornHub.”
“Show us that body, baby!”
The collection of men's amorous jeers made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. An uneasy feeling squirms in the pit of her stomach, causing her to feel nauseated. “I can't do this.” She whispers, taking another step back.
“This should be easy, yeah? It's like high school class presentations. Come on-” Kevin feigns a grab for her arm but instead grabs the belt and yanks it free of the loops. “You want to make money, don't you?” He takes a step forward, his hands crawling under the robe and pushing it from her shoulders.
The silky fabric crumpled to the floor, pooling around her feet. She's left standing in that forsaken microkini for all to gawk at. She did want to make money. She did want to get out of that house. A tear of embarrassment rolls down her cheek as she nods.
“Good girl.” He practically purrs, tracing his fingers along her skin. Kevin's blue eyes are dark and a prominent bulge throbs beneath his pants. “We're gonna be doing some uh, premium content today. It'll be a surprise. You'll like it, I promise.”
Lewd shot, after lewd shot, after lewd shot. It seemed like this would never end. She was spread eagle, on all fours, ass up, laying in the shallow pool, coming out of the deeper pool, and so on. Exhaustion rang deep in her bones from the unwarranted gazes and disgusting comments. Yes, she knew she didn't shave and had pubic hair. Yes, her nipples were practically hanging out because it's a microkini. Yes, she is pretty. She's completely drenched by the time Xander calls it quits.
“Alright. Premium content time!” Kevin claps his hands and peels his shirt off. He was very well built and had a nice physique. It didn't make up for the lack of brains he had. “Jorge, grab my phone and film it on there. It'll be a Deep special.”
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widen as he gets closer to her while stroking himself. She stares directly at his cock and swallows hard. “No.” She states firmly, shaking her head. “I'm not doing that. It was just photos and that was it!”
“I did say premium content, my little mermaid.” Kevin grabs her arm and gives a look to his friends as a signal to help him if she tries anything. “On your knees.” He orders.
It's for the money. No more abusive household. Independence. She lowers herself to her knees, looking up at Kevin with uncertainty. She had only seen a blow job a few times in a porno, and given her mostly innocent status, she knows she will disappoint. But she isn't about to say she has no experience at all. She drops her jaw and gingerly places her hands on his thighs, wanting to be over with this.
The nap she was promised did not happen. Instead, she's running outside to her car with the said microkini on and in tears. Once she reaches the grey Impala, she falls to her knees and wretches hard. Rain begins to pour down on her quivering, tense body as she continues to puke everything up. She had sucked 3 other guys, “premium subscribers”, off. And the free food? None of it was for her. Kevin didn't want her to ruin her figure.
She didn't even bother changing into her clothes as she was so desperate to get out. Once she thinks she's done throwing up, she tosses her bag and purse into her car and hastily climbs in. “Come on. Come on.” Her hand shakes as she turns the key in the ignition. Finally, she hears the engine roar to life and peels out of the lavish driveway. Her teeth chatter and knuckles are white as she drives recklessly down the free way. It would take at least an hour to get back home and it was past her curfew.
Wait, she recognizes this road. It's near Ben's house! But… Maybe she should find a hotel for the night. There would be a lot of explaining to do in the morning as to why she wasn't home. “HOLY SHIT!!” She slams on her breaks, nearly hitting a deer and swerving to the side of the road. That was one way to pull herself from her thoughts. “What the fuck? Oh no, no, no!!” She hears a loud pop and fizzle of one of her tires. It had hit a sharp piece of debris. To add to her woes, her tank was empty and she didn't think to check it earlier. The icing on the cake was that it was still storming badly.
She screams loudly, banging her fists on the dashboard and wailing like a child. Her forehead rests on the steering wheel and she allows herself to sob loudly. “What the fuck am I supposed to do!?” She looks in the back at her clothes. These wouldn't provide that much warmth for the night and she wasn't about to call her dad. She didn't even have Ben's number-
Her sobs stifle, reduced to sniffles and pathetic whines. Judging on how far the road was, she figured her best bet was to walk to Ben's house. Where else did she have to go? Quickly, she grabs her clothes from the backseat and puts them on. Of course, one of the sick fucks from Kevin's place took her bra and panties. “God damn it.” She forgot her shoes there in her haste to get the hell out. This night couldn't possibly get worse, could it?
Much to her utter dismay: it did.
On the trek to Ben's, lightning had nearly struck her. It was a one in a million chance but with how her day went, it seemed fitting. On top of that, the rain wasn't letting up, her phone was running on fumes, she's pretty sure there's a cut on the bottom of her foot from slicing it on a broken beer bottle, it was dark out, and she was soaked to the bone. Her teeth chatter violently as she holds herself, limping along the side of the road. She's too tired and in too much pain to cry as she is just focused on getting to her destination.
The rain continues its relentless onslaught. Her lips are a shy tint of blue and arms wrapped tightly around herself. She lost track of time and hope was beginning to die until she recognized a mailbox address. Light begins to come back to her eyes and she finds a burst of renewed energy as she runs down the driveway. Her feet throb horribly as she bounds toward the house. She's so focused on seeing Ben that she doesn't notice another car parked in the driveway. “Ben!! Ben!!” She yells, a smile blooming on her face. Rain starts to pour harder than possible and the wind whips in her face as she stands at his door, pounding on it.
Finally, it opens. “B-” The excitement in her voice is cut as a woman with a short brunette bob stands in the doorway.
Summary: The aftermath of that fight isn't pretty and leaves tension between the three. Anxiety is eating at her to get the hell out of there no matter the cost.
WC: 2.7k
>> CHAPTER 3
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CW: Abuse and anxiety
The two men finally slam into a tree near the old fire pit at the edge of the woods. It knocks the air out of them both, but doesn't stop what had been started. Ben gets up with more ease, slugging Don across the face again before receiving a hit himself. The bastard still had some fight left in him even after letting himself go a bit.
“I remember-” Don pants, grabbing Ben by the collar of his shirt tightly, “When you tried to take Susie from me. Tried to make ‘er yours.” He reels his head back, slamming it into Ben's. Both men fell backwards from impact and left them scrambling to throw another punch in.
Ben uses Don's weak leg as a vantage, kicking it out from beneath him as he tries to stand. “I never wanted Susie!” He pants, his previous high wearing off and replaced by adrenaline. “You were just butt fucking hurt that she wanted me!! Look where treating her like shit got you, fuckin’ no where but a god damn divorce!” Another loud thwack of Ben's fist connecting to Don's face.
“You ain't a fucking prize, either! You don't even have a woman because you're too afraid to settle down! Might make you look like a pussy!” Don's punch breaks Ben's nose. “That's the last thing you wanna be is some weak, sniveling pussy just like your old man used to call ya!! Maybe he was right! All the times you pissed yourself out on the field and cried like a little bitch!” He spits blood onto Ben's battered face and roars in drunken rage as he intercepts a charge from the latter.
“I don't hit my own daughter!” Ben growls, managing to get Don into a choke hold and feeling repressed malice continue to build. He wasn't about to admit that all Don was saying was getting to him. Sure, he had been a scared younger man in his earlier serving days, but war toughened him up. Seeing fellow comrades die eventually mellowed him to numbness. If he was stoic and drank enough, memories would blur and he would find a woman to warm his bed for the night.
Don wheezes under Ben's grasp, glassy eyes bewildered. His hazy brain managed to put two together. “_____. It's her. You couldn't have Susie so you're going after _____!”
Blood begins to stain Don's pants where his injury was still healing. It hadn't been a proper 2 weeks like the doctor had told him. In a moment of clarity, Ben releases the injured vet and steps back, chest heaving and eyes still full of hatred. “No.” He spits blood onto the ground and wipes his mouth. “Why the fuck would I do that? Don't drag her into this anymore.”
Unable to stand properly, Don uses a tree for balance. He is still too drunk to feel the pain and soreness that would come the next day. “It's all her fault. All her fault, all her fault, all her f-” the tossing around finally catches up with him as he vomits on himself. It takes a good minute before he is able to speak again. “Useless fuckin’ girl.” He growls, chunky drool dripping from his bloodied lip. A loud belch rips from Don before he starts to throw up again.
It comes to the point where Ben knocks him out and carries him up the hill with some difficulty. “Stupid bastard.” He groans, haphazardly tossing him onto the couch. When he turns around, he sees her staring at him with a worried gaze. “It's nothing, kid. Go back to your room-”
“But I saw everything.” She looks down at her toes, feeling rather small. “Both of you are hurt and if I don't take care of dad, he will kick me out.”
“I'll take care of your Dad. Go to your room, _____.” Ben raises his voice a little louder, anger still wearing off.
“Ben-” Her voice quivers slightly.
“NOW.” His green eyes flare with warning. He wasn't going to tell her again.
She gives him one last look before quietly heading upstairs and softly shutting her door. Useless. This was all her fault. She was the reason why her parents split. Stupid. Naive. “I just wanted to help you, Ben.” She whispers to the door, tears running down her cheeks for the third time that night. Once the light clicks off, she is back in bed and crying softly to herself. Perhaps this was a sign not to think about Ben like that any further. It would be for the best.
Sure enough, Ben had fixed himself and Don up. In the morning, sheepish apologies were given and eye contact avoided entirely. Before she came down for breakfast, Ben had quietly left for the guest room. Don had even felt guilty enough to apologize to his daughter, and offer to make breakfast for her like it was the least he could do. Naturally, she politely declined and really didn't want to give him or Ben any time of day. He understood very much why she wouldn't want to talk and continued to silently ruminate about the strike to her face.
She's in her room, looking at her outfit she chose to go into town. A cute blouse with form fitting jeans, pink laced socks, and her hair styled into a high ponytail with bangs framing her face. Might as well try to apply to some places in person. She desperately needed to get out of the house and away from the cantankerous veterans. Grabbing her purse and phone, she heads down the stairs to grab her keys. “I'm gonna go into town. Apply for some jobs.” She announces, hands twisting the strap of her purse.
Don looks up from his spot in his chair and nods. “Curfew is 10 PM… And ____?” His voice softens a little. “Good luck.”
She returns the nod, offering a small smile and walking to the garage. Looking over her shoulder, she notices the guest room door is shut. Ben must still be sleeping or something. It didn't matter what he was doing at the moment as memories of last night were a fresh wound. Sighing, she heads out through the garage to her car: a 2006 grey Chevrolet Impala. Before she went to college, she begged to take her car with her. Unfortunately, she had way too much for the Impala to hold so she had to leave it behind. Some dust did settle on the dash as the sun shines through the windshield. “Finally, I can breathe for a while.” She turns the key to the ignition after buckling herself in and begins to pull out of the garage.
Ben's truck was gone from the parking spot it had left on the grass. Wonder how long he had been gone for. Neither she nor Don heard him leave, let alone start his truck. Not seeing it there made her a little sad, but she forced herself not to focus on it. She reaches for the radio and turns it on to a classic rock station. “Ugggh!” It was one of Ben's favorites so she turns it off, preferring to drive in silence instead.
The local town wasn't big but it wasn't exactly small either. Here, almost everyone knew everything and anyone so no gossip was left unheard. She had hoped that the fight from last night would stay unheard as it wasn't anyone's business. There was a 99% chance that no one would hear anything, unless her dad decides to open his mouth. She knows Ben won't say a word as he isn't one to indulge in slander. “Shit’s for bored housewives who don’t have fuck all to do and their own clits to twiddle.” He had said this once before about telling tales and made her laugh. The thought made her snort to herself as she parked her car, Ben always had something interesting to say about anything if he was asked.
As soon as she got out of her car, she threw a hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun. Damn thing was way too bright today and not to mention hotter than hell. It was a beautiful day out, not a cloud to be seen in the sky and the breeze giving little relief from the heat. “Better start looking.” She mutters to herself, locking the car and heading toward the town center. People scuttled about, but there wasn’t much traffic as it was a weekday. Her eyes scan nearby windows of various shops to see if there’s ‘HELP WANTED’ signs posted. Five minutes in, and there is no such luck which causes anxiety to build up little by little. The thought of disappointing her dad further didn’t help with the growing unease within her chest. She takes a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down as the dread was approaching faster. A bead of sweat rolls down her face and her ears start ringing, unable to focus on the task at hand. Her vision blurs, and begins to spin as she breathes hard. All the worst case scenarios overwhelm her.
“Hey, whoa, you good?” A man's voice breaks the anxiety attack that had her in a chokehold.
Flustered, her cheeks are pink and deep embarrassment replaces the tightness in her chest. “Uh, yeah.” She catches her breath, swallowing to soothe her dry throat. “‘M good.”
“You don't look good. I mean you're practically about to pass out.” He raises a thick eyebrow and examines her. She's cute. Young. “I'm Kevin, by the way.” He flashes a smile, holding his hand out.
What an odd way to introduce oneself. She awkwardly takes his hand and shakes it, but he is looking at her like he expects her to know him. “Well, uh, it was nice to meet you. I should get going. Thanks for helping, I guess.”
He didn't really help at all. The only thing he did was dissuade her panic attack.
“Are you gonna tell me your name? Cute face like yours must have an equally cute name.” Kevin winks, following her.
“____.” She answers shortly, not really caring to continue the conversation. Something about Kevin gave her major d-bag vibes, like some of the dude bros she had run into at college.
“Oh that is cute. Super cute. You got a boyfriend?”
Here he goes…
“Kelvin.” She stops for a moment, holding her hand up to create a distance between them.
“Kevin.” He corrects her.
“Sorry. Whatever. Look, I appreciate the compliments and I guess your unexpected intervening of my panic attack, but I'm just looking for a job right now.” She sighs and turns on her heel to walk away. His presence was making her feel worse and she could absolutely tell he was trouble.
Kevin scoffs, rolling his eyes before trailing her. “Job? What are you? Some broke college student? You could be making a ton on Only Fans!” He catches up, standing in front of her and flashing another dazzling smile. “Face like that and body bodacious, you'd be raking in the cash baby.” A wink to finish his cringy sentence. Oh, so not only was he a dude bro but a scuzz bag, too. “I know a guy who can take your pics. I can feature you on my podcast- Deep thoughts with The Deep. It's what they call me. It's mostly for the bros, but I can fit a babe like you in there.”
There wasn't any way of getting out of this. She really didn't want to have to put up with him anymore than she had to. “If I give you my number and consider it, will you leave me alone?” She closes her eyes, exhaling loudly.
“Gimme that phone, girly!” Kevin takes her phone, grinning like he just hit the lottery. “I promise you, I wouldn't lie about this kinda thing. You're gonna ruin so many relationships and be a 12 year olds wet dream.” He hands her phone back and wiggles his brows. “Text me later, lemme know if you made up your mind. See ya, babes.”
She's left standing in the center of town holding her phone with a dumbfounded expression. “What the fuck…” she mutters to herself and looks down at the screen with Kevin's number. The stupid son of a bitch put a shark emoji by his name. “Ugh.” She rolls her eyes in disgust and takes the emoji away. Part of her was considering his offer to model and start an OF. It would rake in fast money and… And she could move out. Her eyes meet a ‘HELP WANTED’ sign on the local grocery store before she looks back at her phone. While there was nothing wrong with OF, she knows her dad would be livid. He would call it a “cheap get out” and of course he would call her a whore. Why did she care so much? She was 23 and an adult! Her dad didn't rule her life and she would much rather take advice from Ben-
Her heart races for a moment. What if Ben saw the content she might possibly produce? There have been a few times where he left his phone sitting out with a tab open on porn. He was a man and wasn't actively looking for a wife, so he had to fulfill his needs elsewhere. Her thighs clench slightly at the thought. Would he think differently of her? Would he be disgusted? Maybe she wanted him to see her in lewd poses and situations. Show him what a woman she could be. No. She shuts down those thoughts immediately and marches into the grocery store. Thinking about Ben that way couldn't happen again.
The sun is setting by the time she gets back home. She had run into a few friends and was treated to dinner as a welcome back, though she took it as more of a “sorry you had to drop out”. Ben's truck is still gone and the door to the guest room shut. She places her keys on the entryway table and looks in the living room. Don is snoring loudly with a game of baseball on. At least he wasn't awake to yell at her or god knows what else. She quietly ascends the stairs to her room and throws herself on her bed, and ruminates on the events of the day. The grocery store owner seemed eager to hire her, but still had to follow protocol with standard hiring processes. Meanwhile, there was that handsome, yet extremely dumb guy named Kevin who offered something far different.
She checks her phone, seeing about 5 texts from the aforementioned Kevin-
Kevin: Sup’ baby? U thinking about what I said earlier? I'm telling u
ur gonna b a absolute 💣 🐚
Kevin: It's cool. No biggie. Just w8 and u will see 👀 lol
Kevin: K. Come on. U gonna take me up on that offer or nahhhhh?? Haha I'm just playinggggg…. Unless?
Kevin: Fr bro. Come on.
Kevin: Bro I don't have all day. It's either a yes or a no. I'm still keeping ur number if not. Can't let a hottie get awayyyy haha
She wishes she would have just ignored him. There was always the option of blocking his number and moving on. The problem was, Kevin knew she would lurk around town and more than likely look for her. Guys like him were disgustingly persistent and desperate. She knows she's pretty, but she wouldn't want to waste her energy on some idiot like him. When her phone buzzes again, she growls and unlocks her screen, ready to send a rejection. Her eyes widen slightly at the photo Kevin sent: cold hard cash, jewelry, perfumes, and expensive lingerie sets.
Kevin: All this and more if u want it.
It has only been a day. There was no way the store owner would get back to her so fast and her anxiety was eating at her on the inside. She had to get her dad that money, save up, and get the hell out of this abusive household.
Your werewolf Dean au has been… doing something to me. Asking the expert here, how many places do you think Dean would try to fit his knot
LOVE what you’ve done with the place
oh, werewolf!dean winchester would definitely try to fit his knot anywhere and everywhere.
in "normal" sex, he's 100% trying to keep the dog in him (lmao) at bay. he'll still fuck you like a feral animal, but he's able to restrain himself if he starts to get out of hand. the one thing he's never going to do to you, especially in sex, is push you too far or hurt you in any way. he'd never forgive himself for that.
but when he's in a rut and can't control himself? oh LORD. like. he's losing his damn mind because all he wants to do is fuck you. of course he's fitting his knot in any hole of yours he can. once he's more comfortable with you, and (finally) tells you that he's a werewolf, that is.
i think younger!dean would definitely have a harder time with it all, still trying to get used to be a werewolf + also very insatiable, panting as he whines "'m sorry, sweetheart; jus' hurtin' so bad," into your sweat-slick neck as he makes sure to fuck you at least twice in every hole you have.
however, with older!dean, there's more control. he's gotten used to the whole rut thing by now, and will 100% resort to masturbation if you don't want sex because of the whole knotting thing. i think he'd still have good stamina (even as an old fuck, lol), but he's got enough experience by now to know not to push it. but when you do want sex, he'll literally be balls-deep in you before you shyly tell him that he can knot you anywhere. "y'sure, sweetheart? 'cause 'm not gonna do it if you're jus' wantin' to make me feel better.." and, of course you mean it. so, he does. he fucks you in every hole (if he's got the energy + control for it), filling you up as he praises you, "so good f'me, baby. so good for lettin' me use you like this. gonna fill you up nice with my pups; as a reward."
A/N: I dead ass thought this wasn't gonna be a multipart. That being said, I am trying to go for slow burn, but I'm also excited to get to the smutty parts.
Summary: Alcohol, weed, and anger do not mix well.
WC: 3.3k
>>CHAPTER 2
>>READ ON AO3
CW: toxic family, abuse, drugs, alcohol, mentions of pregnancy
The next morning was awkward to say the least as she couldn't look Ben in his face. Dark circles took a temporary home under her eyes as just coming once wasn't enough. Her pussy and clit ache from the abuse it suffered by her hands last night. She must have made herself come at least 30 times, if not more. All she can do is look down at her cereal with tired eyes. Sleep sounded so good…
Ben's hand gently smacks her forehead as she is about to dive head first into her cereal. “Is this the start of some bad porno where I save you from drowning in milk?”
Her brain doesn't even register what had almost happened as she was exhausted. With some help from Ben, she sits back up and looks at him curiously. “Huh?”
“What the fuck were you doing last night that made you a zombie? I get that Don's harsh on you, but you still got time to find a job.” Ben takes a sip of his coffee.
“Yeah. It was uh, that.” She answers, head bobbing slightly and eyes drooping. It was most definitely not that, but if that is what he thought, then it would stay that way.
Rolling his eyes, Ben grabs the half eaten bowl of cereal from her and dumps it in the sink. “Don't do this shit again. I'm not here to play fuckin’ babysitter for you and your dad.” His arms scoop her up out of her seat and he carries her upstairs.
She thought maybe she would be used to this having pulled some all-nighters in college. Apparently, she wasn't. Sleep is heavy in every aspect of her being at the moment. Ben's body heat and his scent is so soothing that she finds her eyes shut and leaning her head against his shoulder. “Mm.” Is all she can respond to his comment.
Once inside her room, Ben carefully sets her down on the bed and sighs. “You're way too old for this shit, y'know that?”
In her delirium, a soft smile paints across her lips and she shakes her head softly. “You don't mean that.” Her voice is soft, but clear. In a matter of seconds, sleep takes her.
Ben runs a hand over his face and finds himself sighing heavily again. Of course he didn't mean it. The way she fit perfectly in his arms had his chest tighten. He never thought about her like that when she was younger, so why now? What about his best friend's daughter had his heart race? He already surrendered to the fact she was gorgeous. Was it her mouth? The way she snorted when in a laughing fit? How her smile lit up the room? Fuck, he was thinking too much into it. Yet, he finds his fingers gently pushing some hair out of her pretty face. He pulls his hand away like she had bit him, despite her sleeping status. “The fuck am I doing?” He huffs and walks out of her room. The atmosphere was getting too weird for him.
“Hey, Benjamin! Grab me a beer and get yourself one!” Don shouts from his chair in the living room.
Ben looks at the clock, it was still morning but he wouldn't say no to a 10 AM beer. He does as he is asked, taking a seat next to Don and cracking the bottle open. He was thankful that this was the most he had to do aside from help him walk to the bathroom. Luckily, the two had a system figured out to where Ben didn't have to help him with the shower. “Had to carry your daughter to her bed.” He breaks the silence.
Don grunts and looks over at Ben, “You're the only man I'd let do that to her. Take care of her, I mean. I know I'm hard on her, but I don't want her ending up like me or her mother.” He takes a sip of his beer. “Want her to make a small fortune for herself so she can retire and live comfortably. After all, she's my only kid.”
Ben nods, listening and not really giving any comment. How Don raised his daughter was none of his business and he really didn't have a say on how he talked to her. Ben wasn't a father and couldn't see himself being one with how rough around the edges he was. Not to mention all the PTSD he refuses to go to therapy for, said he didn't need that crap. He said that, but finds himself waking up covered in sweat and throat raw from screaming more often than not. The sound of bullets whizzing through the air and explosions in the distance still ring in his ears. “Are you drunk?” He nods his head toward the empty 6 pack stack beside his chair. “You normally don't preach this shit.”
“I might be a little buzzed, but I've only had like 4. Those boxes are old so you can get your panties out of a twist.” Don smirks, taking another sip. “Why'd you carry her off to bed, anyway?”
“She stayed up too late job searching.” He takes a sip of his own cold beverage.
Don grunts as a reply and sighs through his nose. “At least she's looking. I do have one suggestion for her, but she won't have a dime with the rent I'm charging her.” Don adjusts himself and clears his throat. “You know that little grocery store in town? Apparently they're hiring. Ain't much, but it might keep her from ending up barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”
Ben nearly chokes on his beer and coughs hard, slamming his fist on his chest. What the fuck? Why would he even say that about his own daughter? Like he was any better because as soon as Don said that, all Ben could imagine was her exactly like that. She would be standing in his kitchen at his house, in a cute apron with her hair in some cute messy style, belly round with his child, and barefoot. It made his jeans uncomfortably tight and he got up, muttering about needing a smoke.
He can hear Don saying something about how she was a whore and probably going to end up like that. With slightly shaking hands, he pulls out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. His feet take him over to the giant tree next to the house and he leans against the rough bark. The rush of nicotine in his system immediately calms him as he inhales. These thoughts had to stop. The first time he had ever thought about her like that when she was 16 should have never happened. Ben felt sick to his stomach that time after thinking about her in such a disgusting way. He never thought of anyone else's daughter or 16 year old like that; just her. Even then, he had buried that thought years prior until she came back into his life just a week ago. Though she was 23 and of age, it still felt wrong.
His green eyes glance up at her bedroom window as he exhales a plume of smoke. “Fucking trouble.” He can't put the blame on her for how he felt. She was the victim of his vile imagination and thoughts. Ben feels horrible deep down and knows he needs to fix this quickly. He hopes that she finds a job soon and that Don gets better so he can go back to his own house and get the hell away from her.
It's around 6 PM by the time she wakes up. Naturally, she and Don get into an argument about how she is going to fuck her sleep schedule up. It was just the two of them as Ben had to run a few errands of his own. She was thankful they lived in the woods with no neighbors. No one should have their day or evening ruined by a screaming match.
“I was job searching so you can get off my ass!” She frowns, hardly touching her dinner as her dad had soured the mood.
“Have any of them called back yet? No? Then you're not trying hard enough! As soon as you put in an application, you start calling and you don't stop until they let you in!” Don wipes his mouth with a napkin and glowers at his daughter. “When the hell are you ever gonna be responsible?!”
“When are you going to stop being a dick and actually listen to me!?” The chair scrapes on the kitchen floor as she stands up. “This isn't your old days anymore!! Things work differently and you're just going to have to suck it up!!” She grabs her plate, wanting to take it outside to finish.
“You don't turn your back on me when I'm talking to you!” He groans as he pushes himself up, standing on weak legs and pointing a fork at her. “You listen to my orders and do as I tell you so long as you're under this roof! I don't have to be nice-”
“You're never nice!!” She turns around, lip quivering. “This is why mom fucking left because you have a pole shoved so far up your ass and you're a dick!! Not to mention how you criticized every little fucking thing she did! You do it to me, too!!”
Straining himself, Don walks over and smacks her across the face. Veins bulge from his beet red neck and his finger shakes as he points it in her direction. “YOU DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!!” One of his rough hands grabs her hair, forcing her to look at him. “You don't disrespect me. Not in my house! You don't know anything because you're young. You haven't seen the things I've seen or had to do the things I've done. Ungrateful little rat!” He tosses her to the ground and huffs. “Clean that mess up.” He nods toward her dinner on the floor. “I SAID NOW!!”
“Fuck you!!” She scrambles to her feet and runs out of the house. The summer sun lights her way into the woods as she sobs while desperately getting away. The trees provide shade and cover for her. Finally, she reaches “the spot”; a little creek with a sandy patch along the bank. She sits down and curls herself into a ball, allowing her tears to flow freely. Maybe she had been too stupid while away. Being freed of discipline and harsh expectations had made her see things differently. College was hard, yes, but she was happy. Thanks to this new found free spirited way, she slacked off and found that she just wanted a simple life.
Sniffling, she checks her phone after a few more minutes of shedding tears. Of course, there aren't any notifications from any local friends or ones from college. It was partially due to the poor signal out in the woods, but she didn't have the easiest time making friends growing up. No one was allowed at the house, and if they were, it was for school projects ONLY and timed. Most kids stayed away from her and some bullied her because “daddy doesn't love you.” They had all heard it from their parents and did what kids do: socially ostracize, because if their parents do it, then it's okay for them to do it, too. This wasn't to say she had no friends at all, they just had to be kept at a distance and very rarely was she allowed to hang out with them.
She pockets her phone and rubs her tired eyes, wishing she had just slept through the whole day. Maybe if she did, she wouldn't be out here crying.
“You always gonna run?”
The familiar voice makes her whip around, heart skipping a beat from panic, but calming once she sees Ben. “I just needed time to myself.”
The Veteran walks over to her, hands in his pockets and a cigarette hanging from his lip. “You should really punch him sometime, kid. He needs it.”
“And get myself kicked out?” She huffs, shaking her head and looking out into the forest. “I've already been enough trouble as is. I don't need to go tallying up more strikes. I don't have anywhere to go, Ben. Mom is hours away, I have no grandparents, my friends are busy with their lives and I am not about to be more of a burden.” She can feel the tears stinging her eyes again.
Ben sighs through his nose, smoke projecting out of his nostrils. She was definitely a burden to him, but in a different way. A very personal one that he wanted to blame on her, but knew he couldn't. “Your dad sent me to come get you.” Not an entire lie, but it was because he didn't like when she wandered off without telling anyone.
“Then go back and tell him to choke on a dick.” She snaps, anger resurfacing over the self hatred.
“Don't be a pain in my ass.” The foliage crackles under his boots as he gently grabs her upper arm and hoists her up. “This little fight of yours ain't got nothing to do with me. So, keep me the fuck out of it. I'm no god damn therapist.”
Her lips are still pursed and brow pulled tight. She isn't going to move.
“For fuck sake-” Ben groans and fishes around in his pocket, pulling out a joint. “You remember how to smoke?” he puts the cigarette he previously had out. The Veteran was not about to put up with child like behavior; not even from her.
“What? Yeah, of course I do. Why?” She's a little taken aback from the question.
“Then take this and calm your ass down. The only reason your eyes should be red is from being high.” He holds the joint out, shrugging his shoulders for her to take it. At this rate, she and Don needed to smoke a few.
“No.” She shakes her head and crosses her arms over her ample chest. “No. I can't do that shit anymore. If I walk in the house and dad smells it on me-”
Ben rolls his eyes, putting the joint between his lips and lighting it. He takes a deep drag before grabbing her jaw and leaning in. Their lips are inches apart as he shotguns the smoke into her mouth. For a moment, their eyes lock and pupils dilate from the closeness. Ben stays there for longer than he should, looking down at her lips and taking in the feeling of her skin under his fingers. Not too long ago, he had brushed hair from her face and scolded himself for it. This was completely out of bounds, even if he did want her to shut up.
Her heart is racing, but she accepts the smoke. Before she can say anything, Ben releases her jaw and places the joint between her lips. He doesn't need to say anything for her to take the cue to puff. She inhales deeply, the hot smoke tingling the back of her throat. “Fuck!” She coughs, gagging a little.
Ben pulls the joint back and takes a drag but he turns his gaze away from her. “I'll take the heat from Don.” He says as he begins to walk forward.
She stands there for a brief second before following Ben. Through her haze, a soft smile replaces the frown from earlier. He was willing to take the blame for her. It wasn't often he did this, but she was grateful for his offer. It made the warmth in her chest bloom rapidly and her hands reached out to grab his arm. She felt like she was on cloud 9 for once since she got back. Her pretty eyes sparkle in the evening sunlight as she looks up at Ben. “I haven't been this high in a loooong time.” She chuckles, nuzzling her face against his arm. “Mmm whatever strain you got is some good shit.”
He doesn't mind that she is hanging onto his arm, Ben is just glad she isn't bitching anymore. “Yeah, well, I have my people.” He offers the joint to her, flicking the ash off the tip.
“This brings back memories.” She takes it, inhaling and not coughing as bad this time. “Remember? Us jus’ walking through the woods when my mom and dad would fight? Making shit up?”
“I do. I thought you were high even before you started smoking with all the dumb shit you said.” Ben grins a little, slowing his pace as he is enjoying a literal walk down memory lane. “Calling me a werewolf. The fuck was that about?”
A bubbly giggle erupts from her chest and she leans into him. “Because you started growing a beard! Your hair got longer, too and I was afraid you'd turn during a full moon!”
Ben sighs, shaking his head. “Sweetheart, you're insufferable, you know that?”
“Yeah, but you don't hate it.” She sticks her tongue out at him before making loud smacking sounds with her mouth. “Tongue is fucking dry. Cotton mouth.” Her nose scrunches in disgust.
“Well what the hell else did you expect?” The Veteran snorts, putting out the stub that was left.
The two banter back and forth all the way back to the house. Sure as shit, Don was standing at the back porch with one crutch and glaring at his daughter. His nostrils flare as he smells the skunky scent of Marijuana. “Did you have fun on your nature walk? It seems a bit loud, doesn't it, Benjamin?”
“Lay off, Don. I'm the one who has the weed, not her.” Ben places his hand on her lower back, giving her a little push. “Go on inside.” His stare doesn't leave Don's.
Sensing the tension, she quickly heads in the house and up to her room. She didn't even bother to check if the mess on the floor from earlier was still there.
“Remember what I said earlier? About trusting you around her? Well now I'm not so sure.” Don's own eyes are glassy and irritated. The closer he maneuvered to Ben, the stronger the smell of alcohol mingled with weed.
“You're plastered, you stupid son of a bitch. Don't be lecturing me on shit you won't even fucking remember in the morning.” Ben levels himself with Don, ready to knock him out in case. He didn't want to do it, but his brother in arms wasn't exactly the nicest drunk.
The ex drill sergeant laughs, poking Ben hard in the chest and looking up at him with an unfocused gaze. “I remember everything, Benny. I remember the way you ran away like a little bitch over in the middle east, how you set that innocent family up to get killed, oh it was all your fault.” Don slurs, taking a hefty gulp from a bottle of whiskey. “Have yourself some!” He shoves the nearly empty bottle to his chest. “You do it when you can't handle life. Go to it when you have a PTSD flare up. It's why you got no one but me n’ my whore of a daughter. I should have hit her harder-”
Ben doesn't even give Don the time to finish that sentence. The bottle of whiskey is knocked from the ex drill sergeant's hand and tumbles down the hillside. “You hit her?” His knuckles are white as he holds Don's shirt front tightly, face inches apart. “ANSWER ME!!”
“‘Course I fucking hit her. It's why she ran off like a little baby in the first place.”
A loud crack echoes across the valley as Ben punches Don in the face. Both men are now tumbling down the hill, struggling to get a hit in on one another. This has only happened a few other times over some bullshit issues, but this was completely different. Hearing that Don had hit his own daughter made something inside Ben snap. Granted, he wasn't a prize of a man himself, but when it came to her? All sense was thrown out the window. He was in far too deep in such a short amount of time.
