✚ CEO of midwest hollis and 2hollis akgae this is my only personal acc! (since i get this a lot im not magearchive lol) very autistic about 2hollis this is ur warning
current likes: 2hollis (will probably only talk about him on here), draingang, yung lean, snow strippers, the hellp, crystal castles, yabujin, many more
byf: will reblog and potentially post nsfw (not graphic but like fanfics or imagines stuff like that lol)
i will only talk about hollis, i don’t mind boyliife but i just don’t care for them as much as i do hollis no shade
since this is a sideblog i cannot follow back (bc it would have to be on my main, which isn’t bad but i just wanna keep it separate yk) will still try to interact with the community on here though 💔
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only the biggest of 2hollis glaze here.
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official masterlist of my fics 𓆩♡𓆪
my ao3 (where i have hollis fics up!): ˚✧₊⁺˳✧༚
for loss a sweet kiss (knight!hollis x princess reader)
don't wanna feel nothing but you (knight!hollis x princess reader)
his heart in your hands (sub!hollis)
remedy (knight!hollis x healer reader)
hotel nights (sub!hollis)
midwest!hollis series (ten entire fics as of now!)
under your skin (cheater!hollis)
noises and kisses (band!au hollis x reader)
Punish (sub!hollis)
plus one (ken tour era!hollis, situationship)
lifelover (dark hair!hollis, toxic)
tricky (cheater!hollis but you are the one he cheats with) part one, part two
across (softdom!hollis w/ bondage)
maiden so fair (knight!hollis x princess reader)
fangs (vampire!hollis x reader) midnight (part two of fangs)
one plus one (2hollis x reader nsfw oneshot in the studio)
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i only write hollis x reader ♡
can’t think of any fic guidelines but i will not write anything heavily dom!hollis LMAO sorry. also i put it on all of my fic author notes but just to reiterate, please no talking/screenshotting my fics outside of my blog. edits are okay, talking abt the fic in spaces where fic is liked is okay; i just don’t want to be perceived by rpf haters lol
scrolled too far into the camera roll and found my hollis screenshots from when he was active on insta twitter AND discord all within the same time period
tags/warnings. fem!reader, size diff & kink, masturbation, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cumming inside, dub con, general perversion idk
perv!hollis who pokes fun at your height like he’s not freakishly tall. “you’re so short. i almost didn’t see you,” he teases, as if not everyone is short when standing next to him. when he leans down exaggeratedly to listen to you speak because he “can’t hear you from down there”, you roll your eyes and scoff, but your annoyance brought him joy.
perv!hollis who loves it when you peer up at him with your pretty eyes and tilt your head back slightly, because he towers over you. his height gave him a ton of benefits—the best view at concerts and a great view of your tits every time you wore a low-cut top.
perv!hollis who is affectionate. he hugs you a little longer than necessary when you greet because he missed you, or he embraces you tightly before you leave because he doesn’t want you to go, definitely not ‘cause he likes feeling your soft breasts pressed to his hard frame or how small you are against him, fitting together like you’re his missing puzzle piece.
perv!hollis who shares everything with you. his lips wrap around the same spot on the cigarette you were smoking earlier, and you’re often sharing the same drink. he doesn’t care about backwash. it’s pretty romantic if your saliva contaminates the next swig of the drink he takes. it’s like an indirect kiss when you take a sip after him, your lips on the same spot his were previously on the bottle or cup or whatever.
perv!hollis who is so helpful. he’s been watching you try on outfits for the past hour, assisting you in finding the best one for an event. he hasn’t glanced at his phone once. he’s too preoccupied with watching the fabric of each dress you try on cling to your curves, and when you strip down to your underwear out of frustration if you don’t like an outfit. he tries giving you input, but it’s all the same “wow, that looks amazing on you, baby.”
perv!hollis who’s favourite part is when you ask him to zip it up because it’s an excuse to touch you. he’s looming over as he stands behind you, tugging the zipper up with ease. his large hands rest on your hips, trailing up your sides as he admires you in the mirror. “i think this is the one,” he whispers, his warm hands squeezing your hips as he pulls you back into him.
perv!hollis who tries to convince you to sit on his lap any chance he gets. it’s movie night, and you’re both hanging out with friends, why don't you sit on his lap? it’s more comfortable than the floor anyway. on a trip and the car’s crowded, you should save some space and take a seat on his lap instead.
perv!hollis who bites his lip, holding in the moans that threaten to spill when you stir in his lap. his cock hardens in his pants, and he can feel your warm cunt through the layers of clothing. he’s surprised you haven’t freaked out yet, calling him a pervert and telling him to fuck off. he realizes too late you’re doing it on purpose each time you ‘accidentally’ grind against him. he can’t even tell you to stop moving without risking a whine slipping out and drawing attention to you two.
perv!hollis who jerks off to your pictures on instagram. he finds himself scrolling through your account when he misses you or when he’s horny. porn doesn’t cut it because even though he might find a pornstar that looks like you, it isn’t you, so he opens up instagram and finds an isolated picture of you instead. when he finishes, the post-nut clarity hits, and he’s filled with guilt. he tells himself it’s the last time, but it’s a lie. he’s going to be fisting his leaky dick to the innocent images of you the moment he feels a little bit pent up, or when you post a new pic.
perv!hollis who’s cock you struggle to take because he’s so big. he’s not even all the way in when his tip kisses the back of your throat. you have to wrap your hand around the length of him you can’t take. he’s enamoured at the sight of tears slipping down your cheeks and the wet gags that emit since he insists you take more of him, knowing you can’t. he’s mean, fucking into your mouth and bullying his cock further down your throat because selfishly he wants to cum, and ‘cause he thinks it’s hot when you’re practically choking around him, drool slipping down your chin and your glassy eyes staring up at him.
perv!hollis who smirks when you tell him “it’s too much,” but he’s only halfway inside you. your poor pussy is filled to the brim with him, leaking all over. even with him eating you out like a starved man and working you open with his long fingers, you’re still whining he’s too big. his cock pulses when you whimper about how “you can’t”, but you can, and you have multiple times. you’re a mess on his dick, the only words you can manage are how fucking huge he is, and that he’s splitting you in half.
perv!hollis who presses down on your lower tummy, asking, “can you feel me here, pretty girl?” when he finally stuffs you full of all of him. you gasp out a whiny “yes” as his thick cock stretches you out. everything about hollis was huge. from his dick, to his large palm, moving from your belly to grip your face, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to hold eye contact with him as he ruts desperately into you.
perv!hollis who’s pull out game is weak as fuck. without fail, hollis manages to finish inside you when you tell him not to. “i won’t come inside you this time,” he says—an empty promise. in the heat of the moment, it’s difficult to slip out of you, not when your cunt is convincing him otherwise. he tells you it’s an accident every time. he doesn’t mean to fill your pussy to the brim with his cum. he swears it’s a mistake anyone could make, but he makes sure he’s buried deep inside you when his orgasm nears. “i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to. you feel so fucking good i can’t help myself,” he apologizes even though he never made an effort in pulling out in the first place.
Three weeks since that night in his car. Three weeks of you being different in a way people around you were starting to notice. You'd been less outspoken — which already said a lot. You'd been complaining less, texting the group chat less and less, and most of all, any time Ally mentioned him, you went impossibly quiet. Before, you always had something sharp to say. He's so stupid. Do you really put up with that? Oh, please, he acts like he's fourteen. Now Ally would be telling you and Cathy about his dismissals, the way his mood would shift without warning, and you just nodded and let Cathy do the talking.
"What's wrong with you?" Cathy asked one movie night after Ally left — to be with Hollis. "She handed you a whole meal to trash that motherfucker and you just sat there."
"I don't know," you shrugged, sipping your Coke. "Would it even make a difference? It's their business, after all."
It wasn't. You hated that he was still treating her poorly even after what he'd done. Wasn't he supposed to be trying to make up for his mistake? But if anything, that night didn't seem to have cost him a thing.
You'd avoided every possible chance to see him. Until now. It was Ally's birthday, and of course — of course — her perfect, loving boyfriend was throwing her a party. To make matters worse, you ran late and had to go alone, since Cathy had left earlier with her boyfriend. On the way, you stopped at a store near his house to buy drinks. You bought as much as you could carry. One thing you were certain of: you needed to be properly drunk to get through the night.
"Hey, ain't you Ally's friend?" A voice came from behind you in line. You turned — a boy, tall, long dark hair, dark smudges ringing his eyes, pretty as fuck. You frowned; he was familiar, but you couldn't quite place him.
"Yeah, that'd be me," you said, still wary.
"You're going to her party, right? Me too. I'm Roman." He smiled — a friendly, easy smile. So pretty.
"Yeah, whoa, what are the chances," you laughed, a little awkward.
"You driving?"
"No, Hollis' house is close enough," you said, still smiling too stiffly.
"In that case, I can drive you."
You weren't about to say no. You ended up in his car — some sports car, drenched in cologne like he'd sprayed it directly onto the seats, or maybe it was just him. Either way, nauseating and pleasing all at once. He was easy to talk to, went on mostly about how he recognized you from somewhere, something about a party, and you prayed desperately it wasn't the party you were thinking of.
You arrived together to a house already packed with people. Familiar faces everywhere — Ally's friends, probably some of Hollis'. You were just beginning to scan the room for your people when you felt a hand settle on your lower back.
"Let's put these in the kitchen, come on," Roman said, and you let him lead you.
You played clueless, pretending you hadn't been to Hollis' house plenty of times before. To your surprise, they were all in the kitchen: Ally, Cathy, her boyfriend, and, of course, Hollis. The room went briefly quiet before the round of greetings. Your girls complained about how long you'd taken; Roman dapped Hollis and nodded to Cathy's boyfriend; and then there was that strange half-second where you almost moved to greet Hollis and caught yourself. His gaze passed over you — brief, but heavy enough that you had to look away.
"Are you two animals or something?" Ally said, and her noticing made your face burn.
"What?" you played dumb.
She elbowed Hollis in the stomach. "Can you two at least say hello to each other?"
He chuckled; easy, unbothered; and you kept staring, trying to smooth the panic off your face. Then you caught yourself. "Oh my God, he won't die because I didn't save a special hello for him. But fine. Hello, Hollis."
You looked at him with flat annoyance, gave a small wave. He laughed again. Light. Knowing. Infuriatingly knowing. "Long time no see, y/n."
You ignored him, slipping past him and Ally toward the balcony with the bottles. And then — stupidly, or maybe it wasn't an accident at all — you caught your foot on his boots. His hand shot out fast, steadying you by the elbows. Your instinct was to shove him off, and you almost did — your hand was already pressed flat to his stomach — but you caught yourself mid-motion. For a half second you felt his muscles tighten under your fingertips before you yanked your hand back.
"Watch out," he said, low.
You didn't answer. Just kept moving. Face burning, hoping no one noticed how strange that was. How strange you felt. How horrible. You pulled yourself a shot of vodka. Then turned it into two, back to back.
"Hey, easy," came Roman's voice from behind you, that slow, deliberate pitch to it, like he pulled every word out at his own pace. "Vodka's not exactly my drink of choice, but I'll join you."
He held out a small glass and you poured him a shot. "Yeah? And what is your drink of choice?"
"Anything sweet," he said, then turned the glass up.
You grinned at that. "Pussy." He grinned back. A quiet beat of eye contact before you were both interrupted.
"Hey man, I really need to talk to you about this—" Hollis' voice, unmistakable. His hand landing on Roman's shoulder, pulling him away from you like it was nothing.
You watched. Like he'd calculated it. Like even that was designed to get under your skin.
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Hours later, you'd had as much to drink as you could manage, and most of your people were spread across Hollis' couch. You were perched on the armrest, right beside Roman — not because you'd planned anything, but because somewhere between his third drink and yours you'd fallen into a real conversation about his days as a tattoo artist, and he'd finally slipped free from Hollis long enough to find you in the corner of the room.
Hollis, on the other hand, was in the armchair across the room, Ally curled over one of his knees, and you couldn't help but notice the way his hand moved absently along her thigh — those long fingers loaded with rings, the knuckles catching the light. A detail you registered without meaning to. He was deep in conversation, all the way across the room, and yet his eyes kept finding you, steady and deliberate, like he was trying to read your lips, tracking every word you exchanged with his friend.
At some point it became suffocating. You excused yourself from Roman and slipped upstairs to the bathroom. The one you knew. The one you'd used back when you used to come here for an entirely different reason.
You weren't sure how long you stood there staring at your reflection, replaying the weight of Hollis' eyes on you. Worse, replaying his eyes on you while his hands were on your best friend. The way he'd leaned in to whisper something in her ear, making her laugh, while his gaze stayed fixed across the room — on you. And viscerally worst of all was the fact that you'd been collecting all of it. Cataloguing every detail like you were building a case in your chest, piecing something together that you didn't want to name.
The knock pulled you back. "You shouldn't be up here," came his voice. "I think I made it clear the guest bathroom is downstairs—"
He went quiet when he opened the door and he found you there. His eyes didn't widen the way someone's do when they're caught off guard. Instead, he smiled — amused.
"I'm heading downstairs," you said, and didn't move. He was filling the doorway.
"I noticed you disappeared, so I figured you got tired of playing the supportive friend," he said, stepping inside. The door closed behind him.
"Only when you get tired of playing the loving boyfriend." You held his gaze.
"Is that what you want?" He raised his eyebrows. "For me to break your friend's heart?"
The bathroom was spacious, but not spacious enough with him in it. He leaned against the door, carefree in a way that made you more nervous.
"That's not what I meant."
"And yet." He tilted his head, cynical, and it landed harder than it should have, because you knew he wasn't entirely wrong — you had indulged in something you had no claim to, and you couldn't fault him for breaking her heart when you'd been helping him do it.
"Yeah, fine, Hollis. You got me. Congrats." You stepped forward and reached for the door handle beside him. He didn't move. Up close, you could see the tension in his jaw as he looked down at you.
"You trying to get back at me through Roman?" he asked. You frowned immediately.
"The fuck?"
"Don't play dumb. Throwing yourself at him like that."
"What does that even mean?" you exhaled in disbelief.
"Yeah, I got with your friend, so you get with mine. That your game?"
"Oh my God, you're unbelievable." You laughed, genuinely this time. You let go of the door handle, looked away, because you couldn't take him seriously enough to hold eye contact.
"Not my business." He shrugged. "Thing is, I'd have to stay well clear of you. I'm not enough of a piece of shit to mess around with my friend's girl."
That was enough. You felt the prickling at the back of your neck, the irritation crawling over your face. You shoved him, hard, driving him back against the door. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You kept pushing at his chest. "I told you to stay away from me after that night. I told you not to talk to me, not to even—"
He caught your wrists. "Fine, enough, enough." You kept fighting his grip, your whole face burning, and when you finally went still it was only because your arms gave out — not because the fury did, especially not with him watching you like that, like you were something that entertained him. "You done?"
You yanked your wrists free. Looked at the door. "Could you just…" A breath. "Let me out?"
"Sure." He stepped aside. The door was right there and you were already reaching for the handle when—
"Holli? Is that you?"
Ally.
His hand covered your mouth before you could make a sound. His other arm pressed the door shut. "Yeah?" he answered, voice even.
His palm covered half your face, and whether on purpose or not, he pulled you flush against his chest.
"Everything okay?" she asked, tentative. "You just disappeared from the living room."
"Course, baby," he said. "I'm just… taking a piss."
You almost commented on how disgusting that was. Instead you drove an elbow into his stomach and he grunted. "What was that?"
"Nothing." He turned you against his arm, freeing your mouth, cupping your face instead, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. You glared, daring. "Just— can you give me a minute, baby?"
"Oh." She sounded embarrassed. "Sorry. I'll be downstairs. I need to find y/n anyway, she's been so weird tonight."
When she said your name, he looked at you with a slow, private grin. Like that pleased him. "She's always weird. Honestly, I don't know why you keep her around."
Your mouth fell open, and like he'd predicted your move exactly, his hand was back over your lips, his body pinning you harder to the door. It had to be on purpose.
"Don't say it like that," Ally said softly, that small, sweet voice she probably saved just for him, while he held you against the door with open amusement, and it did something ugly and warm low in your stomach.
You bit his hand. Hard. He let out a low, pained sound. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute." You were half-smiling now, despite yourself. "I just... had a bit too much to drink. Don't worry."
"'K…" she said. Then silence. Silence that stretched, and for some reason he didn't let go.
Then, slowly, his palm left your mouth. Your teeth released him. But his hand stayed, sliding to your jaw. His thumb moved across your face — your chin, your lower lip — drawing a slow line along it until your lips parted. He pressed down gently, and it was like he had you held there by some pull you hadn't even realized. He eased your mouth open, his thumb pressing past your lips, sinking deeper, and as if it were your only instinct, your lips closed around him. You sucked slowly, eyes locked on his. His own lips parted as he watched, like it affected him too.
He withdrew slowly, his hand sliding down to your throat, holding you steady. Maybe it was the drinking, but he seemed to move in slow motion, and you watched as he leaned down and brought his face close to yours with a particular care. He stopped just millimeters from your mouth. You weren't sure if you closed your eyes and simply surrendered, or kept them open just to keep watch.
"Be good," he said. And in the same breath that it irritated you, it worked something open in you — before his lips covered yours.
It settled you instantly. Your eyes fell shut, your body melting into it, chin lifting to feel more of him, mouth opening to let him in. He tasted like beer, warm against your tongue, and you wanted him frantic, careless, but he stayed maddeningly slow, lips parting and closing over yours in a quiet, unhurried rhythm, before breaking away all at once.
He stayed close, and when you tried to lean in for more, the hand at your throat kept you where you were. You wanted to beg. You didn't. You pressed your lips together and instead let your hands travel down his body — chest, stomach, waistband — and when you began to palm his length through his jeans, he watched you do it without blinking. He was already half-hard, and when you squeezed, he moaned low in his throat. He kissed you again, his other hand sliding down your body, under your shirt, cupping your tits and squeezing. You sighed against his mouth.
You had his belt undone fast, jeans and boxers shoved down just enough to wrap your hand fully around him. You'd rather die than admit it, but you loved the size of him — loved that your hand couldn't close all the way around, loved the weight of him, thick and heavy against your palm, the head already slick. It made your mouth water. Made you soaked.
He broke the kiss to look down at your hand working him. "Ain't you a little slut?" He was smiling, but his voice had gone thin. You smiled back, played innocent while you squeezed and he swore at you. Like you were still competing, he tightened his grip on your throat, and you slapped his chest in return, and he pressed himself further into you.
"You fucking pussy," you said against his mouth. He smiled. "You think because you're—"
He kissed you — hard, tongue first, no warning, devouring and savoring you at once. You moaned into it and nearly cried out when he lifted you clean off the ground, arms hooked under your thighs. You let go of him to grab his shoulders instead.
"Can't stop talking, can you?" he said.
His hands slid up under your skirt, fingers pressing against you through your panties, slow and deliberate, dragging over the soaked fabric until you had to bite down on the needy little sound climbing your throat. "Big mouth for someone soaking wet for me."
"Big mouth for someone who just won't fuck me already."
He exhaled. Then the pressure of his fingers was gone, instead his hand pulled your panties aside, and you felt the blunt, swollen head of him line up against you. You bit back another moan as he pushed in — all at once, deep, stretching you around him in one slow, brutal slide.
"Fuck, I hate you," you whimpered, face buried in his neck, arms locking around him, clenching down instinctively.
"How the fuck are you this tight," he breathed against your ear, voice wrecked.
He held you steady a moment before he started moving — lifting and lowering you on him, using your body like it was made to be handled this way. The thought alone shorted something out in your brain. Something so twisted in the collision of your hatred and want tangled so tightly you couldn't tell which one was making your skin burn.
Both of you fought your sounds as hard as you could, even as every thrust made you want to cry out. And like punishment for every wrong thing you'd done, a knock came at the door.
One of Hollis' hands immediately left your body. He closed it around the door handle in a grip like iron. Your whole body locked up. You pulled back to look at him, wide-eyed. "It's occupied. Bathroom's downstairs."
"You're still up here, baby?" Ally. Again. Hollis pinned you with a look — half glare, half silent order to shut the fuck up.
"Yeah," he said, steadying his voice.
"What's going on? Are you feeling sick?" Her voice was so genuinely worried it settled in you like lead.
And then, like he really was that much of a devil, he started moving again — slow, deliberate thrusts, your back to the door, your eyes wide, mouth clamped shut.
"Kind of," he said, with the faint trace of a grin. "I think I really overdid it tonight."
"Oh," she said, softly. "Do you need help? I can… I can take care of you."
The handle turned. He tightened his grip, forcing it still. Your body clenched around him on instinct and he mouthed a silent curse at the ceiling. "No, no—" A hard thrust punished you for it, deep enough to steal the air from your lungs, and you clapped a hand over your own mouth before anything could escape.
"You sure?" she asked. "I feel bad being down there having fun while you're up here alone."
"Princess, don't miss your own party for me," he said, voice fraying at the edges as he kept moving, unhurried, relentless. "I'll get better soon, promise."
A muffled hum through the door. He kept his pace, deep and even, and you dug your nails into his shoulders to keep quiet.
"It's my birthday, Holli," she said. she said, and her voice cracked — just a little. Just enough to make you feel sick.
You felt the weight shift against the door — she was leaning on it, unknowingly resting against the same wood where her boyfriend had you split open around him.
"Jesus..." A beat, and his patience thinned out, sharp all at once. "What am I supposed to do if I'm not feeling well? Just go enjoy your party."
Silence on the other side. Longer than it should have been. "...Okay. Sorry." Small. Like she was used to swallowing that tone from him and apologizing for the inconvenience of asking. Then, softer, like the edge in his voice hadn't touched her the way it touched you: "I'll be down there.” A pause “I love you."
God. You weren't sure if it was the guilt or the exact angle of him pressing into that spot low in your belly, but something thick and heavy rolled through you all at once. You buried your face in his shoulder. "Love you too, babe." His voice, flat, certain, saying it to her while balls deep inside you. You bit down into his skin, hard enough to leave a mark.
It landed in you worse than anything else that night. She'd just been shrugged off, half-scolded through a door, and she still gave him that. His hand found your breast anyway, squeezing like he needed somewhere to put everything he wasn't allowed to say out loud, and you hated that some ugly, quiet part of you felt something close to relief — that whatever this thinning patience was, it wasn't only reserved for you.
When the silence from the other side held long enough, you found your rhythm again. Still muffling everything. Still helplessly asking for more.
Eventually he set you down, slow, and pulled out of you. Still handling you with ease, he turned you toward the sink, pushed you forward until you bent over the counter, palms flat on the cold marble, your back already arching toward him on instinct.
"How do you feel?" He watched you through the mirror, fingers dragging through your folds, spreading the slick mess of you, and then he pushed back inside — rough enough that your mouth fell open silently. "Look at yourself, baby."
One hand gripped your hip. The other came up to your chin, tilting your face toward the mirror. He began to move again — hard, deep, your body jolting forward with every stroke.
"Don't call me that," you managed between moans.
"What? Baby?" He was watching you in the mirror too, eyes gone dark. "What should I call you then? Slut?"
His fingers found your mouth — two of them, pressing past your lips, pulling them open. Pathetically, you let them in. You grabbed his forearm, fighting the sounds crawling up your throat. He smiled.
"Yeah. There she is. My pretty little slut."
You wished you could answer that. Wished you could hold yourself together. But he kept driving into you, kept dragging heat through your whole body, kept pulling arousal out of you like he owned the key to it. So you just nodded, mouth working around his fingers, dumb and overwhelmed.
His hand left your hip and found your clit, working it in perfect sync with his cock. It was only a matter of time. Your whole body started to shake and you bit down on his fingers still in your mouth as the first wave broke through you. You clenched around him so tight he groaned in your ear, face dropping to your hair, nose pressed to it like he was breathing you in as he fucked you through it.
While you were still coming down, he pulled out. Your legs barely held you, and a single low word from him had you sinking to your knees without thinking. You took his cock in your hand, head swimming, and stroked him fast while your tongue worked over the tip — best way you could — until he came across your lips, your chin, your cheek, the flat of your tongue. Thick and warm; you could feel it drip down your chin.
"God," he breathed, looking down at you like you'd done something miraculous.
It took a moment to register. To get back to your senses. "Why the fuck did you—" You got to your feet, still a little unsteady, still feeling his absence inside you, though you'd rather have died than say so. "On my face."
And in your mouth too. You could taste him. You licked your lips clean without meaning to, and when you looked up he was watching with quiet amusement.
"This is entirely on you. I just told you to get on your knees," he said. You glared. "Hold on."
He reached for a tissue. You watched him in silence as he held your face still and cleaned you up, careful about it, thorough. He was probably focused on what he was doing — but his eyes kept drifting over your whole face, slow and unhurried, and it made you feel exposed in a way you hadn't expected. Couldn't prepare for.
When he was done, he didn't let go. He kept looking. Hand still cradling your face. And for some reason, you kept looking back.
"You should… go," you said first. You closed your fingers around his wrist, a quiet suggestion. He didn't move.
"Yeah," he said, in no rush. "You okay?"
You nodded. Held his gaze. A long beat before he finally let you go. You thought about saying something — something cutting, something to reclaim the distance. You couldn't. Because this time it wasn't a desperate mistake in a back alley. You'd wanted it. You'd done it while your best friend stood on the other side of a door and told him she loved him.
Hollis left, and the sound of the door pulling shut behind him dropped the full weight of it onto your chest. You couldn't look at yourself in the mirror now. Funny — minutes ago, while he was fucking you, you'd had no trouble at all.
Leaving that bathroom felt like one of those dreams where you're naked in front of the whole school. Like every person you passed knew exactly what kind of person you were. And when you got back to the living room and Ally met you with that bright, unbothered smile, you wanted to turn yourself inside out. She lifted herself from Hollis' lap, came straight to you and hugged you sideways, said she'd been worried you'd slipped out without saying goodbye.
Cathy, on the other hand, watched you like something was visibly wrong and she was the only one sharp enough to see it. Hollis you didn't look at. Not once, for the rest of the night.
You sang happy birthday to Ally. You all gathered as the other guests filtered out, until only a small handful of people remained. Hollis you still didn't look at.
It was Roman who offered to drive you home when you said you were leaving. He waited while you got your things, and that was when you glanced at Hollis again — brief, less than a second — and there was no grin on his face. No amusement. Just his eyes on you, unreadable.
"You're seriously my lifesaver tonight," you said to Roman, your hand grazing his arm lightly.
And then, as though you were committed to running yourself all the way into the ground, you ended up in his apartment. Naked in his sheets, hopelessly replaying Hollis in that bathroom. Not because Roman hadn't been good to you — but because even so, something was missing, some particular charge that hadn't been there, and for once that thought didn't spiral into self-loathing. Didn't become about what a terrible friend you were. It became something simpler, and somehow worse: that if the chance came again, you would do it. Without question. You would do it all over again.
in the same universe as across and pretty much a part two, but this can likely be read without it
tags: collegeboy!hollis, younger reader (18+ tho just to clarify), movie date, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (m receiving), p in v, spanking, punishments, bdsm dynamics, creampies, reader squirts for the first time lolz, very pwp
w/c: 1.8k
a/n: sooo this is filth yay. anons asked for more overly freaked out fics + more of across hollis so i am here to deliver as usual no screenshotting/talking about this fic outside of tumblr thank You
You always felt that the back of the movie theater was the best. You had the whole screen on display, nobody’s head covering it, and it was usually deserted.
You stood at the concessions, putting butter into your popcorn. Hollis was still at the register, ordering an Icee.
“You ready to go? It’s about to start.” He walked up to you after.
“I was waiting for you. You’re quite indecisive with your drink choices, you know. I’ve noticed that.”
“I’m indecisive with a lot of things.”
Squinting to see the seat numbers in the dark, you followed Hollis up the stairs of the theater. There weren’t too many people around for the movie you were seeing, likely because of how late it was at.
All the way in the back, just a little left from the middle. You had the perfect seats. He sat down and you followed suit.
Luckily, the commercials were almost over. Hollis, on another movie date of yours, told you how much he hated sitting through them and just wanted the movie to start. You told him how you didn’t mind them, but usually ended up eating half of your popcorn during them. Which is what happened this time as well.
When the lights dimmed more and the movie started, you realized nobody was in the back row this time.
You looked over at Hollis. His eyes were glued to the screen. This particular movie was his choice, after all. A stupid idea ran through your head. You bit your lip and put your hand on his thigh.
His eyes met yours immediately. You couldn’t see him the best in the dark, but the screen gave off enough light for him to see your mischievous expression.
He let out air from his nose, smiling and looking back at the screen. Your hands traveled closer to his crotch. He didn’t seem to mind your touch at all. You heard his breath hitch when you moved your body towards him and began to touch him through his pants.
Something about the risk of getting caught made you want to do it more and more. If any of the people in the theater currently turned around, they’d be able to see you both like this.
You looked up at Hollis. He was looking down at you with his lips parted. You put your finger to your mouth, quietly shushing him before beginning to unzip his fly.
You heard him let out a breathy laugh, failing to hold it back at how bold you were being. You grabbed his cock right out of his underwear and put your mouth on it.
His big hand rested on your lower back as you leaned over the seats. His cock quickly hardened in your mouth. You circled your tongue around his tip. You held back your gag reflex as much as you could sinking down, fitting more of him inside of your throat. Your fingers stroked what couldn’t fit.
The tips of his fingers dipped into your shorts just a bit. He played with the material of your thong. He hissed above you when you sucked down hard. “Get up here.”
You hummed in confusion, not hearing or understanding what he said at first. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently pulled you off. “Sit on me.” He spoke in a harsh whisper.
You obeyed him and moved to straddle him on the seat. He fiddled with the buttons of your shorts, too horny to properly unbutton them. “Take these off.”
You looked at him, unsure of stripping naked. It would be pretty hard to cover yourself quickly if someone caught the two of you.
He raised his eyebrows. “You’ll suck me off, but this is too far?” He ran his hands up your shirt. “Come on, baby.”
With your face red as ever, you fully unbuttoned your shorts and took them off in front of him. You wore his favorite color thong today. His fingers reached out and caressed your crotch through the fabric.
You straddled him once more and put the fabric to the side, angling his hard cock below. You squeezed your mouth shut as you sank down. It felt even better than usual.
“Sucking my dick and now this. I didn’t even have to ask much. You did it all by yourself.” He whispered near your ear. You made a sound that was louder than you anticipated and covered your mouth at the speed of light. You heard a low chuckle in your ear that went straight to your crotch. “Can’t be loud. Don’t want people to hear…unless you do. You want them to hear you?”
You whimpered and your legs shook. You were slamming yourself down at a fast pace, eager to cum. It made a wet sound that you hope wasn’t echoing off the theater walls.
His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you down faster. He seemed eager as well.
You moved your hips in circles. “Please cum inside…I want it…”
“Yeah? Want my cum in you?”
“Yes, cum in me. Please, please—”
Trying to keep the sounds down to a minimum, you guys breathed heavily into each other's ears as you reached climax. You squeezed down hard around him, jolting in pleasure. He bit down on your neck as ropes of white painted your walls.
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“Ow!”
Hollis’ hand hit your asscheek hard, leaving a red mark. He had you over his knee on the bed.
“Remember, count them or I start over. You have to be punished,” Spank. “for being so shameless. You couldn’t even wait until we were home.”
“Ahh! One.”
After the fifteenth spank, it started feeling oddly good to be punished by him. You bit your lip in between spanks, anticipating each one.
He looked over at your face, his eyes narrowing. His fingers went under your ass and swiped across your naked lower half. “You’re wet…this is supposed to be a punishment, you know. Wow, my pants are soaked.” You could hear the smirk in his voice without even looking. Spank.
“‘m sorry…ah! Sixteen..”
He rubbed the red spot on your cheek. “Think you’ve been punished enough?”
You looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Yes.”
“Mm, I think you still need to be punished more. Not like this, though. Get up.” He tapped your thighs. You sat on the bed. He crouched down and got his box of toys out, taking out a tie. “Put your hands by the headboard.”
You got on your knees on the bed and put your hands together. He tied them up to the headboard.
You felt his hand spread your cheek apart. He got a good look at your ass and pussy. “So pretty, baby. Listen. You can’t cum unless I say so.” He leaned over your body and grabbed your chin to look at him. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
He smiled, the warm smile he always had no matter the situation. It looked so innocent compared to the actual situation you were in.
You heard the unzipping of his pants behind you. You keened in pleasure when he entered you, filling you up completely all at once. Your back arched when he started focusing on the spot that always made your body weak.
In that moment, you felt the ball of the vibrator he usually used on you right on your clit. You didn’t know when he got that out, but he was moving inside and rubbing it in circles on the outside.
You felt yourself get close already. “Mmn…no—”
“No? No what?”
“‘s too much. I’ll cum.”
Hearing that, Hollis turned the vibrator up a setting. You shrieked and subconsciously ran away from it, moving your body away from it. He grabbed your waist, pushing you back onto the sensation while still fucking you deep.
You groaned through bitten lips, your eyes rolling back and your lower half shaking.
“It’s a punishment for a reason, honey. You can’t handle it? Hmm?” He said, mocking sympathy.
“I can’t hold it back. Can I cum?”
“Nope.”
You whined and pouted, looking back at him with tears in your eyes. “So mean…”
“I know, I’m just the worst.” He turned the setting up.
“Fuck.” You cursed through gritted teeth, hanging your head trying your hardest not to let go yet. You squeezed down on his cock, earning a groan from behind you.
“Keep doing that. Make me cum and maybe I’ll let you.”
You took note of the ‘maybe.’ You pushed back on his thrusts, trying your hardest to make him orgasm now.
In doing so, you felt yourself get closer as well. An idea ran through your head that maybe you could cum without him noticing. It was futile, though. You quickly learned your orgasm this time was different. You felt like something was gonna come out. It scared you. A lot.
“Hollis…I think something’s coming—” A tear fell down your face, already embarrassed for the outcome of all this stimulation. You could barely say it out loud.
He went faster after hearing that. “Shit.” His left hand gripped your asscheek. He stuttered to a stop and groaned, finally cumming inside. He pulled out, and spread your cheek, watching the white liquid trickle out.
“Hollis, please…” You began to beg.
“Go ahead.” He rubbed the vibrator fast against your clit. His hand pressed against your lower stomach.
The feeling from before grew more intense. It was bigger than your usual orgasm. You shrieked loudly and finally came, squirting all over his bed. “I’m sorry…!” You apologized profusely during it. It felt so good, despite the deep embarrassment you felt.
When you came down from it, you looked down below in disbelief. You dirtied his bed. More tears rolled down your cheeks. “Why are you apologizing?” He grabbed your chin again.
“Because I…I…” It was too embarrassing to say.
“You came. You never squirted before?”
You shook your head. “But…it felt like—”
“It’s squirting. It’s normal. It happens when you feel really good.” His thumb wiped your tears from your face. “My good girl. You did so well.” He kissed your forehead and then moved to untie your hands. You collapsed onto the bed after. He laid on the bed with you, moving the hair out of your face to look at you.
You had calmed down now, knowing that Hollis wasn’t throwing you out of his house for being gross. He didn’t seem to think it was gross. On the contrary, he pulled you closer to him, his eyes full of adoration.
“I will have to throw these sheets in the wash though.”
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You stayed for longer than you intended to at Hollis’ place. You lost track of time talking and cuddling with him. Aftercare was one of the best parts of whenever you hung out with him. His soft and gentle touch after all of that never failed to give you butterflies.
Hollis drove you home, and you hoped to God everyone in your house was still asleep. You looked an entire mess and you could barely walk. Somehow, he still found you beautiful.
You kissed him through the car window when you got out. He watched you climb back into your bedroom window, making sure you got in. You waved at him with a smile, giving him the cue to leave.
