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[storytimewithtibby]

warnings: degradation, self stimulation, non-gendered reader, harpy word count: 1434  work - Heaven is Your Sharp Tongue a/n - harpy intro on the blog, requests are open, i'll be creating her page tomorrow but I feel like this gives the gist.

     This was going to be the last time, you weren’t going to do this again. The thin red lips glossy and cruel on her pfp made you bite your own lower lip. Just one more, ignoring the screech from your bank account. The callout post that was your inbox showing just how many videos you’d paid for already. Each of them personal as though she could use the money deposited to stare into your soul and pluck loose just the right words to break you. 

     The video calls were somehow worse. Maybe it was seeing her need no time at all to eviscerate you down to the marrow. The sickeningly sweet croon was venom, the pity in her gaze barely concealing her disgust was piercing. The way she sat there looking bored, hoping for anyone else, but it was just… you. It did a lot of things, and you didn’t want to examine the why too closely. 

     Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you hesitated before typing in your password and clicking log in. Her purr felt like velvet against your skin, Well look what the cat dragged in…, right through your earbuds as her page loaded. The way those seven words twisted like a knife in your gut, wringing a spark of pleasure from you as the tip nicked your spine. 

     Every single video was locked behind a paywall, and the bricks were high. You’d joked once that you paid her rent while others struggled with her light bill. It had been a delightful mistake, her keen eye catching sight of the comment among hundreds of others and leaving a simple lol. Maybe it was the simplicity of the cut, or the fact that she hadn’t bothered to tear into you at all. Like you weren’t worth the time. 

     She really had your number. And yet she didn’t call, a snarky voice attempted to drag you out of the mire you willingly sank yourself into. Seeing a new video, your pulse began to race, dragging your mouse slowly across the pad. Like you weren’t going to click, like you were going to manage to pull up out of the nose dive your self respect was taking just being on her site.

     Aching, you clicked the vid as anticipation gnawed at you with dull teeth. They dug in and burst vessels to bruise, burn, and ache. And you weren’t disappointed, captured by the green eyes that held a halo of molten gold that flickered as she sneered into the camera. Fuck. 

“You didn’t even hesitate to click, did you? Saw I posted something new and cracked your poor mouse slamming your finger down on it so hard.’ 

     There’d been a moment, brief as it may have been. You hadn’t hurt your wrist sliding it across well worn felt. That’d only happened the once because a video had been titled, just for you. Your other hand slid into your pants, feeling yourself cringe even as the lust swirled lazily against the pit that had settled in your stomach. 

“Already have a hand down your pants just anticipating what I might say next.’ Shit. “Go on, someone may as well make use of that disgusting thing between your legs. Now one else is going to.’ 

     You’d lie later and say that you’d already begun lightly stroking yourself, fingers wet before she’d told you to. That was part of the game, watching as her gaze flicked downwards as if she could see what you were doing through the screen. A brief wrinkle of her nose as if she was disappointed, oh god.

“A little faster, I have other places to be. You think I have time to sit here and wait for you to try and be impressive? We both know it ain’t happening, sweetie.’ You tasted copper, your lower lip throbbing as blood welled out of the indents. “Unless you can’t even manage that on your own and I have to talk you through it like the waste of space that you are. Zeus help me, why do I bother with you mortals at all. Each of you are just one more fetid piece of shit on Gaia’s gracious gift.’

     Each word felt like a small lash, the tips barbed and sticking in your skin to pull at nerves that sparked and burned. Her head turned away from the camera, pulling out a tube of lipstick and carefully applying it. A clawed fingertip carefully cleared away a bit of crimson that was out of place, not that you could tell, aching as your hand put in the work. She looked amazing, the sharp cheekbones enhanced by the subtle make up. 

     If she’d just look at you, you could finish, honest. But she very deliberately took her time in recapping the lipstick, before reaching for the eyeliner. You knew her make up routine by heart, watching as she leaned close, her breath soft as it passed over the sensitive mic. You’d kill to kiss her, just the once, if she didn’t tear your heart out and drop it on the ground before you managed it. 

“I was going to stay in and check my inbox, I know you’ve got something in there waiting.’ She sounded exhausted at the thought, and you felt a pulse of raw need. “But something worth my time came up, so you’ll just have to wait. I’m sure the riveting request will still be just as fucking basic when I get back to it. So I might as well find someone actually fun to do.’ 

     It was right there, hovering just out of grasp. You felt raw, going too hard, too fast, gaze flicking down to the bar at the bottom that showed there was only a minute of video left. No, no, please… Finally pleased with her makeup, her head turned, and damned if you didn’t perk like the begging dog you were. Only to have her completely by pass the camera and grab something off screen. The rich bronze brown of her feathers gleamed in the light as they hid her from view, the muffled sound of something clattering tickling your anxiety. 

“Did you know there were actual interesting people out there? Maybe you should go out tonight too.’ 

     When the wing moved, you could see her again. There was a small crystal vial in her hand, watching her pull out the stopper and lightly dab the opposite wrist, the elbow, and then skim it along the line of her throat to behind her ear. You’d tried to find the bottle so you could buy it, just so you could smell her when you were in bed masturbating to the audios that you’d saved. But it must be custom, and there were not letters anywhere on the bottle. 

“Not that you’d find anybody that would want to take you home, but it would mean you’d stop ogling me like the pathetic creature you are.’ 

     The stopper switched hands, slowly slid back into the vial as she sighed. Pleasure thrummed through you, your breath little more than gasps as you chased the release that refused to come when called. Not like you didn’t know how, you’d been doing it long enough. But it just stayed just out of reach, feeling the heat in your cheeks, the trickle of sweat along your skin. 

“I don’t have any more time, I’m going to go get fucked properly. You can finish what you’re doing and then rewatch the vid like we both know what you’re going to do. Don’t forget to tip.’

     Her eyes flicked towards the camera over her wing as she put the vial back, and the orgasm slammed into you with all the forgiveness of a bullet train. Your hand was covered, slick, and you kept going, whining as your hips rocked into the stimulation, the hand that held your mouse clenched into a fist. 

“Got you, didn’t I?’ Your fingers went too hard, seeing stars, wheezing as another orgasm struck you. “Of course I did. Zeus you’re pathetic... Say thank you.’

     “Thank you…’ you whispered to the blank screen, still seeing the way her face had screwed up at the end as though she’d seen the mess you’d made of yourself. 

     You left your tip, and logged out. The absolute last time, you weren’t doing that again. Tomorrow you were going to get one of those positive affirmation calendars or something. You were better than this, really you were. … You almost believed that lie, pulling your hand from your pants to see the evidence to the contrary, shivering in the aftershocks.