hailmary
2hollis x fem!reader
𓆝 Hollis finally comes to your house for the first time. He also tells you about the origin of his unusual hobby.
disclaimer: read diewithme and starfall before this!
tags: meeting parents, boat rides, lil backstory, fluff and smut, smut is a lil brief but still here, oral (f receiving), p in v
warnings: mentions of animal death
w/c: 2.9k
a/n: mw holli oneshot time ^__^ i’m in another state rn but i still wanted to upload this lawl. i had a couple of anons ask me abt writing about hollis’ past so here’s a little bit of it, i will do more sometime. as usual no screenshotting/talking abt this fic outside of tumblr thank you <3
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Hollis was the most nervous you’d ever seen him.
He had both hands on the wheel, staring ahead as he drove to your house. He was about to go inside of your house and meet your parents for the first time.
For the occasion, he made himself look nice. He combed his hair thoroughly and wore his nice jacket instead of the usual one he liked to wear that probably had cat hair on it.
“It’s not going to be that bad. They’re just going to ask you a million questions, but I’ll get you outta there and into my room as soon as I can. Don’t worry.” You reassured him.
“What should I not say, do you think?” He asked, looking at you in the corner of his eye.
“Don’t mention the dead animals, maybe.”
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“I’m home, Mom. Dad. I brought him.” You yelled as you came through the door. Hollis nervously trailed behind you, ducking under the front door so his head wouldn’t hit the top of it.
Your parents were in the living room. Their faces lit up upon seeing Hollis.
“This is Hollis.” You said, motioning to him with a smile on your face.
Hollis put up a hand. “Hello.”
“Hey! (Y/n)’s told me all about you.” Your mom smiled, getting up from the couch. Your Dad got up from the couch as well, extending a hand to him.
Hollis shook hands with him. “All good things, I hope.”
Your parents spent about a half an hour talking with Hollis. As nervous as he was, he seemed to carry the conversation well. He even made your dad laugh once, which was shocking. You barely heard him laugh ever.
You were getting tired from all the talking, and you felt like Hollis was too. When you saw an opening, you ended the conversation and took Hollis to your room finally.
“Wooow.” He chuckled when he entered it. It was like the complete opposite of his. It was clean, with a bunch of plushies and pink everywhere. “This is girly.”
“Well I’m a girl, silly.” You hit him playfully. He looked so out of place in your room. His head almost touched the ceiling.
He walked around, looking at the posters and things on your wall. “Who’s this with you?” He pointed to a polaroid strip. It was a picture of you and a friend.
“Oh, my old friend. I should take that down already, honestly. She hasn’t talked to me ever since I left college.” You sat down on your bed. “I keep forgetting to ‘cause I’m barely here.”
“I didn’t know you liked anime.” Hollis pointed to a Sailor Moon poster on your wall, raising an eyebrow. “Why did you never tell me?”
“Just never came up, I guess.”
“You’re really as much of a nerd as me.” He chuckled, walking over to sit by you on the bed. “Is that your favorite one?”
“No, I have a whole top ten and everything honestly. But that one has a special place in my heart, for sure.”
“Should show it to me sometime.” He smiled at you, amused hearing of your interests.
“Nah, it’s too girly for you.” You mocked him playfully.
He laughed and leaned into you. You grabbed his jaw and kissed him.
“You know,” he started after you pulled off. “This bed is fucking small. How am I gonna sleep on this?”
You giggled, running a hand through his hair. It was neater than usual. “Nah, you’re too big. My bed is normal sized. If it’s really that bad though, I have a sleeping bag in my closet that’s pretty big that you could use.”
“Eh, I wanna stay up here. Even if my feet are hanging off your bed.”
For the rest of the night, surprisingly, your parents left the two of you alone. You were grateful for that, because you certainly didn’t want them to see the position you were in right now.
Completely underneath him, with your arms around his back and your mouth on his. You hadn’t had a boy like this in your room for years. It was kinda funny how drastically out of place he looked compared to everything else.
He pulled off and began unbuttoning your shirt. “I feel guilty.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I just spent ages talking to your parents, and now I’m in their house about to do this.” He smirked, putting his mouth on your exposed chest, sucking on your nipple.
You yelped at the sudden feeling, a little too loud. You put your hand over your mouth afterwards and giggled.
“Shhh.” He playfully shushed you and went back to fondling your breasts and licking your nipple.
He trailed down to your shorts and pulled them off, getting in between your legs. He quickly pulled your panties off and latched himself to your wetness.
He rubbed his tongue slowly around your clit, taking his time with it. The gentleness of it only turned you on more. Your toes curled on the bed.
You whined softly when he switched between sucking hard and flicking his tongue on your cunt. It never failed to send shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
And he looked so content doing so. His eyes were closed, and his hair fell slightly over his face. He swept it behind his ear and continued.
When your lower half started shaking slightly, he got off and started pulling his pants down. He pulled his dick out and rubbed his tip against the outside of your pussy.
“You seem so eager for somebody who feels so, nngh, guilty—” You laughed breathlessly, the laugh turning into a broken moan when he slid in.
He took your leg and put it over his shoulder. “Gonna be able to keep it down?” He smirked, fucking you into your bed. This position always let him reach so deep in you.
You kept your hand over your mouth, covering all the noises that came out when he sped up. The bed creaked and it made you blush.
“Fuck, you’re so wet right now…” He said under his breath. He bit his lip when you made eye contact with him. He licked his fingers and brought them to your pussy to rub it in time with his thrusts. He rubbed your clit fast and a wet sound echoed through the room.
You took your hand off of your face. “Nngh, stop.”
“Why stop?”
“I’m gonna cum so hard if you do that…”
“What a shame that would be.” He chuckled, rubbing your clit vigorously and thrusting in fast. “Gonna cum all over me?”
“Mmhm.” You nodded and whined.
“I’m gonna cum inside you. That okay?” He leaned down to kiss you on the mouth and look you in the eye. “Is it safe?”
You nodded once more. Your eyes began to roll back and your mouth hung open as your orgasm rapidly approached due to his rough rubbing on your clit. “Fuck, I’m cumming—!!”
You squirted on his dick for the very first time. You immediately covered your face in embarrassment. Before you did, you saw Hollis’ face lit up.
“Oh fuck—" He gripped your waist and chased his orgasm. He seemed very turned on by what you just did. He grunted when cum shot out of his cock inside of you. He stayed in the deepest part of you during the whole thing, only pulling out when he was completely done.
He spread your pussy almost immediately, watching his cum trickle out. His thumb caressed your wet clit. “Mm, I love this.” He gave it a quick kiss. “I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.” He said softly, a dopey, tired smile on his face.
“You’re the loudest man alive. You forget we’re at my house? They definitely heard us.” You giggled, hiding your flushed face behind your hand.
Hollis got up and grabbed a nearby towel. “You didn’t seem to care. Got me all wet.”
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Hollis was, in fact, too big for your bed. You slept like normal, but he was stuck trying to sleep in a fetal position so his feet weren’t hanging off the bed.
When you woke up, he was standing beside the bed, stretching while groaning.
“Good morning.” You rubbed the sleep out of your eye, looking up at him.
“Morning. At least you looked like you slept well.” He grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on.
“I told you, you could’ve slept in my sleeping bag.”
“You were probably right on that one. But I wanted to be next to you.” He admitted.
As Hollis was putting his pants on and you were getting up from the bed as well, a knock at the door startled you both.
“Uh, I‘m changing!” You yelled to whoever it was.
“Breakfast is ready when you want it.” It was your mother.
“Thanks mom.” You yelled again, looking at Hollis and smiling after. “You up for my mom’s famous pancakes?”
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After eating breakfast, Hollis took you to where he had planned to take you to today. It was a nice sunny late morning by then.
He took you to an entrance of a forest that you didn’t recognize. It was close to his house, but in the opposite direction of where you usually hung out with him.
“It’s in here.” He grabbed your hand, leading you through the woods. The sun shone through the trees above. “This…is what I wanted to do today.”
Going through a few rough bushes, you were met with a scene of a small boat near the edge of a big lake. You didn’t even realize you could access this lake from here, or perhaps you never knew because you never walked through this forest before. “You’re taking me on a boat ride?”
“Yep.” Hollis walked over to the boat, stepping in it. “How ‘bout it?”
You walked over and joined him on the boat. You laughed at him fiddling with the oars, trying to steer it away from the edge instead of hitting it.
The sound of the water as you floated across the lake with him was so relaxing, you felt like you could take a nap there if the boat wasn’t slightly covered in dirt.
“Oh, look at that.” Hollis pointed to a fish, belly up on the top of the lake. “Poor thing.”
“I wonder why fish float up to the top when they die.”
“When their bodies decompose, the bacteria in their guts create gas. That’s what makes them float.”
“Huh. Of course you’d know that.” You snickered.
“Someone has to be the death encyclopedia around here.” He dug through his bag, and got out a water bottle to drink. He handed it to you afterwards.
“I have a random question. Well, not that random, but…”
“What is it?”
“How did you get into your hobby? The wet specimens, and all the death sort of things.”
“Ironically, it all started here.”
Your eyebrows raised. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s a long childhood story.”
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It happened when Hollis was around eight years old.
“Hollis, don’t go running off by yours–”
Hollis’ mother’s speech was cut off by her shock at what she had seen in front of her.
Hollis had found a dead deer. He was kneeling in front of it, playing with its body with a stick. “I think something bad happened to it, Mom.”
His mother quickly came over to where he was and yanked him away from it. “Why are you playing with it? Don’t do that. You could get diseases, or something. Come on, let’s go home.”
His mother brought him to this forest to play almost every week. She would take him on a boat ride and teach him how to fish. But every time they would come, there would be a dead animal that Hollis would take interest in.
He’d see fish with their bellies up on top of the water, and stare at it for longer than the average person usually does.
His eyes would travel to the dead squirrel by one of the trees they passed by on the way to the lake.
He had to resist the urge to pick up a dead bird and place it back into the nest it came from so he wouldn’t make his mother mad.
When he was a little older, he took it a bit further than before.
While his mother was setting up the boat, Hollis snuck away to where a white rabbit was, barely breathing. It wasn’t like the other animals he had seen in this forest before, it was still alive. He kneeled down and reached out a cautious hand towards it. He pet the rabbit, softly caressing the top of it.
He couldn’t let it go. He didn’t want to. Before his mother noticed his absence, he grabbed the rabbit and snuck it into his bag.
He couldn’t believe she didn’t notice the whole time he was there, not even when they went back to the house. He had gone into the backyard and pulled the rabbit out of his bag. It was still alive.
He knew the rabbit didn’t have much time left. And yet, he still took care of it over the course of the next few days. He’d sneak out to the backyard, telling his mother he was just playing outside, nothing about what he was actually up to.
On the final day, he had come to check on the rabbit and it’s eyes were closed. At first, he thought it was just sleeping. But its limbs were limp and it wasn’t breathing. He couldn’t help but cry. He had never witnessed a death like this up close, it fascinated and upset him. The rabbit was still beautiful, even in death.
He knew it wasn’t going to look like this forever though.
He’d read all about it before. Ways of preserving things, so that they look the same even when they’re gone. He had to act fast.
On a day when his mother wasn’t home, he took the rabbit’s deceased body and encased it in solution, injecting it with fixatives to preserve the body.
He kept it hidden from his mom, initially. He didn't know how to tell her about this weird hobby that he had taken up. It wasn’t until he did it again but with a rodent that she found out.
“What is this, Hollis? Did you do this?” She kneeled in front of him, holding the jar in her hands.
Hollis' head was in his knees. He was embarrassed of his hobby being discovered so suddenly, instead of showing it to her himself when he wanted to.
“I’m not mad at you, I just wanna know what this is. Is it real?”
Hollis lifted his head up and nodded.
“You’ve been keeping this in my house?”
“It’s not just that one.” He sighed.
Hollis explained what he had been doing. Everything about the process, just why he wanted to, how it was safe. Her face was blank at the end. His lower lip quivered, he feared she was about to tell him to throw them out.
“I’m just glad you found something you like.”
That was all Hollis’ mom had to say about his unusual hobby. She didn’t say anything when more turned up and had been put on display in his room. She was just happy that Hollis had found something he was passionate about.
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“Wait, so you’re the one who made all of those wet specimens in your room?”
Hollis nodded. “Yeah, it was me for the most part. Some of the rarer ones were from other people, but a good chunk of them I made myself.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You chuckled in disbelief.
“It was still early, I didn’t wanna freak you out too much. You know how I am now, so I figured I’d take you here and tell you about it.”
“What’s up with this lake though, why is there always dead animals? I remember seeing one on the way in, now that you mention it.”
“I don’t really know. I used to make up a story in my head about it, that it was cursed by a vengeful spirit or something. Like somebody had died in the lake from a terrible bullying incident, and now haunts the area. I had a pretty active imagination as a child.”
“That would make sense though.” You giggled. You glanced at the sky. The sun was shining right down onto the two of you. “It’s a pretty lake. Despite all of that.”
For the rest of the time, you guys shared a cigarette and talked while the boat floated across the lake. Hollis had dared you to jump in and take a quick swim, and you were about to do it until you really got a good look at how dirty the water was.
After spending a good few hours hanging out there, you guys walked back to the car. Hollis suggested taking a nap together at his place. You could tell he just wanted to get caught up on the sleep that he missed because of your small bed, but you took him up on the offer because you were a little tired too.
You stared a little harder at the wet specimens in his room now, knowing that he had made them with his own hands.
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