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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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Could we get a Peter Ballard x fem!reader fanfic where they fall asleep cuddling in her bed and Peter accidentally forgets to go back to his own room so they get found out by Brenner? With Peter being all protective and ‘don’t touch her’ over the reader and like trying to take all the blame and hiding her behind him to try and keep her safe? Fluffy ending please. Sorry I know it’s pretty detailed lol

71. “You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!”

summary: after he spends the night in your room, your secret relationship with peter is discovered.

pairing: peter ballard x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, slight torture?

note: this is a little long i will add a read more tag to it tomorrow !!

You woke to the soft sounds of Peter’s delicate breathing. His messy, blonde hair was sprawled across your pillows and his head was tucked into the crook of your neck. His arms were wrapped loosely around your waist and below the white blanket that was covering the two of you, your legs were intertwined, creating a mess of limbs.

You slowly turned your body to face him, dragging a single finger down the bridge of his nose and across his lips. His face was illuminated only by the small stream of light coming in through the blinds of your window. You studied the details of his face; the way his lips were a little chapped, the way his long eyelashes fell gently onto his cheeks, and the redness of his nose, which indicated the winter weather could be felt even from inside the lab. A small smile made its way onto his face, giving away his awakening. “You’re staring,” he whispered, his eyes still closed as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “You’re so beautiful, Peter,” you whispered back, continuing to draw little shapes across his face with your index finger. His nose scrunched as you found a ticklish point near the base of his ear.

Quick, constant footsteps throughout the hallway outside you room alerted both of you to the time. It was well past the time Peter would usually sneak away back to his own room. A pit of anxiety began to grow in your stomach as Peter’s eyes fluttered open and he held a finger to his lips, signaling you to remain quiet. He calmly placed a soothing kiss to the crown of your head, untangling himself from you and standing up. He had fallen asleep in his work clothes, which were now wrinkled and he looked quite disheveled. Doing his best to make himself seem more presentable, he placed an ear against your door, listening intently for any sign of approaching footsteps. When he concluded that it was safe, he cracked the door open, peering out. Before exiting, he sent you a grin and a promise to see you later.

The rainbow room was your favorite in the entire building. The children were allowed to play and explore using their talents and you were allowed more time with Peter, who often patrolled the room with you. You noticed that he looked far more presentable than he did that morning, his hair was neatly fixed and he had changed his clothes, opting for an outfit with less wrinkles. To preserve the secrecy of your relationship, the two of you chose not to interact very much in front of the children, however, the lingering glances spoke enough for the both of you. From his place next to 011, Peter caught your stare, sending you a barely noticeable wave and a tight smile.

The sound of a door opening caught the attention of everyone in the room. Dr. Brenner entered the room, eyeing each of the children before his eyes finally landed on you. “Miss Y/L/N and Mr Ballard, I need to see both of you in my office,” the tone of his voice frightened you and you sent a worried glance towards Peter, who kept his eyes on Brenner. The two of you followed Dr. Brenner out of the rainbow room and down the scarily white hallways of the lab.

Brenner’s office was a place you had visited very rarely. The walls were white and decorated only by various awards he’d won over the years. Everything seemed to have a specific place and was organized neatly. Two guards stood menacingly on either side of the room and you gulped as you suspected what this was about. Brenner took a seat behind his desk, motioning for you and Peter to take the two chairs across from him. “I suspect the two of you know what this is about,” Brenner leaned forehead, intertwining his fingers on top of his desk. “Perhaps you should blame Mr. Ballard’s blatant ignorance and disregard for security cameras,” Brenner’s dark eyes fell on you as he spoke, his tone becoming more hostile as he continued. When neither you not Peter responded, Brenner motioned the guards forward. “Take them to the electric shock room,” he demanded, standing and casually stretching his limbs.

Peter’s chair created a loud screeching noise that captured the attention of the room as he abruptly stood up. He struggled against the guard’s grip, thrashing about as he tried to free himself. The other guard quickly grabbed you by the arms, dragging you slightly. “Don’t touch her!” Peter’s unusually gruff voice rang through the air as he tried to reach for you. “It was my fault! Please, she didn’t do anything!” He begged, tears filling his waterline as he attempted once more to free himself. “You can’t take her, please! I’ll do anything, I swear!” Brenner seemed to perk up at Peter’s words and emotions, holding up a hand to stop the guard from dragging you from the room. “If Mr. Ballard wants to take the blame for this, we’ll let him. Escort Miss Y/L/N to her room and take Mr. Ballard to the electric shock room.” Peter’s eyes never left yours as he was violently dragged from the room and down the hall.

You didn’t see Peter for the rest of the day, choosing to lock yourself into your room and hide in your bed instead. As night fell, your room became too dark to see, however, as your door knob rattled and turned, a bright light filled the room from the hall. You peaked up over your blanket, watching as Peter made his way slowly into your room, softly closing the door behind him. A groan escaped his lips as he sat down on your bed, pain evident on his face. “Peter?” You mumbled, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around his back, resting your head on his back. “Hi, darling,” he greeted, visibly relaxing at your touch. You gently pulled him down to lay beside you, your hand finding his hair. “Why’d you take the blame?” You inquired, running a hand through soft, blonde locks. He smiled wryly, closing his eyes at the feeling of your hands tugging through his hair.

“I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

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henrywintersslut · 2 years

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you know you want me, baby

plot: you just finished university and started your first work in, what you think, is a hospital. when peter first sees you he just knows that he has to have you. and who are you to deny him…

warnings: degrading, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys!), oral (f receiving), slight public (people walking by), slight sub&dom dynamic, age gap (peter is 31 and reader is 23), humiliation kink, slight praise, orgasm denial, overstimulation, slight bondage, size kink (?)

words: 4,1k

notes: hi guys! this is actually my first time ever writing smut! i would love some feedback! also english is not my first language! enjoy!

tbh, i don’t give a fuck if you’re a minor, what can i say? we all get horny

when you first walked into the hospital where you would be working from now on, you were quite perplex.

you expected to see lots of old people, or at least adults. but there were only kids. kids with buzzcuts, all wearing the same clothes, if you could call those white and grey dotted hospital gowns clothes, and all of them looking rather healthy, upset and numb but healthy, considering that they were in a hospital.

at first you thought that you were in the kids wing of the hospital. what made you doubt this assumption was that there were no clouds, rainbows and animals drawn on the walls like there would usually be in the kids wing.

as you walked down the hallway you noticed that every door had one number printed on it. at the very beginning of the hallway the numbers started, or more like ended, with the number 012. and at the end of the hallway the numbers ended with number 002. you weren’t exactly sure why there wasn’t a number one and were just about to ask one of the women walking past you, who you assumed were other nurses, why there wasn’t 001 anywhere but out of the corner of your eye you could see Dr.Brenner walking towards you.

you turned to him, a dazzling smile on your lips, which Dr.Brenner returned. “Hello, Ms Y/L/N. Already making yourself familiar with your new workplace?”. You gave him a nod and walked towards him, “I have a few questions to this place though”. Dr.Brenner nodded and motioned for you to follow him, “let’s talk about this in my office.”.

you walked after him while looking at every door you were passing to see if any of the doors were room 001. (no they weren’t. door 001 was nowhere to be found.)

shortly after you and Dr.Brenner walked into a fairly big room, which must be his office. Dr.Brenner sat down behind a big white desk, motioning for you to take the seat opposite to him. you sat down and looked around, scanning his office, memorising every single detail in the room. when your eyes are fixed on Dr.Brenner again he begins to talk, “so, you said that you had a few questions, Ms Y/L/N?”.

you nod, “yeah well, first of all, is this a kids hospital? because while i was walking i could only see kids.”

Dr.Brenner smiles swiftly, “yes, you could call it a kids hospital.”. you smile back at him before stating your next question, “so, why is there no room 001? i’ve been looking at every door, but 001 is nowhere to be found.”

you noticed Dr.Brenner’s shoulders tensing slightly before he answered you, “we don’t have a number one.”

you furrow your brows, “are the numbers kids? why would you-“. you got cut off by a knock at the office door. before you could ask Dr.Brenner to let you finish your question he shouted for the person to come in.

you turned around, and in the doorway stood a handsome, quite tall man in a completely white, flawless satire. he had a dazzling smile on his lips. the man had blonde perfectly styled hair and stunning blue eyes.

Dr.Brenner was the first one to speak, “Mr.Ballard, is there anything i can help you with?”. the man, whose last name is assumingly Ballard walked into the door, not sparing you a glance, but what you didn’t know is that he already saw you, strolling into the ‘hospital’. “No sir, i just wanted to volunteer to show our new nurse around.”. Dr.Brenner nodded and smiled at him before turning to you, “would you like a tour, Ms Y/L/N?”.

you returned Brenner’s smile and nodded, “i would really appreciate that.”. Brenner turned back to Mr.Ballard before speaking, “you two are supposed to call each other by your last names. all the time. but, Mr.Ballard’s full name is Peter Ballard.”

Dr.Brenner turned back to you and smiled, “if you want to ask me any other questions, you know where to find me.”

and with this sentence Peter offered you his hand. you smiled at him and happily accepted his hand and got out of the chair.

you two walked out of the office together and you turned to him after the door closed behind you two, “so, why you, Mr.Ballard?”.

he turned to you and shook his head, “i don’t understand. why me?”.

you chuckled, “why did you volunteer to show me around?”. Peter smiled, “can’t a man be a gentleman these days?”.

you smiled at him before turning to looks at the doors he pointed to.

after 30 minutes of pointing at doors and explaining where to find which nurse at which time you finally built up the courage to ask him how old he is.

he turned to you and sighed, “we aren’t supposed to talk about this. we’ll get in trouble when we know more about each other than absolutely necessary for our job.”.

you pouted and shook your head, “but Dr.Brenner told me your first name, even though i don’t need it.”

peter scratched at invisible dirt at his pants, mumbling under his breath, “i’m 31”. your eyes widened slightly before you smiled, “you look younger, Mr.Ballard. well, since you already broke the rule, why shouldn’t i? i’m 23.”

peter’s head snapped up to look at you, “you’re quite young, Ms Y/L/N.” you chuckled and looked up at him, giving him your best angry expression, “are you saying that i look *old*?”. peter looked at you with a bewildered expression, “no, no i-i didn’t mean that! i just meant that-“. peter’s rambling was cut off by your laughter, “you’re so cute. this was a joke, pretty boy.”.

you reached up to pat his shoulder and walked off, not before turning back to him and giving him your a sickly sweet smile and a slight wave.

and this was the moment when peter knew that he had to have you. he had to be the one to make this cockiness of yours turn into pure submission.

submission to him.

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later that day you laid on your bed in your new room, smiling to yourself. you were quite happy with yourself, you had gotten to know everyone and the kids were already really fond of you.

you rolled onto your stomach and grabbed your book from your nightstand, deciding that you would read a little bit before going to sleep.

you were an hour into your reading when your door opened and closed soon after with a quiet ‘thud’. you turned your head to see peter standing in your room.

you were about to say something to him, ask him why he’s here, but peter put his finger to his lips and shook his head.

you sat up in bed and peter walked over to your bed. he placed his hands softly, oh so softly, on your shoulders, leaning down to your face. “can i kiss you?” he whispered, so close to your lips that you could taste his breath.

you were shocked but you nodded your head anyways and his lips were on yours in a matter of seconds. you returned the kiss rather softly compared to his feverish kissing.

peter bit down on your bottom lip making you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. while his tongue explored your mouth he guided you backwards onto the mattress.

after a few minutes you pulled away, panting and peter moved down to kiss your neck. while you were trying to catch your breath peter found your sweet spot and started nibbling and sucking at it which made you let out a strained moan.

peter smiled and moved further down to your collarbone, his eyes fluttering up to yours, searching for any kind of discomfort.

he’s satisfied to see that your mouth is slightly agape and your brows are furrowed. “please let me take your shirt off, y/n.”. you bit your lip and looked at him, nodding your head.

peter didn’t waste a second before he started unbuttoning your shirt. he let out a groan when he saw your lacy white bra.

all of peter’s prayers were finally heard. they sent him his rescuing angel.

he pressed a few small kisses in the valley of your breasts while fondling with your breasts. his thumb brushed over your nipple and he felt you shudder, making him chuckle. “so sensitive for me, sweetheart?”.

he guided his hand under the small of your back, slightly pressing you upwards to show you that he wants you to arch your back. you did as he wishes and he reached behind you to undo your bra. the moment your tits were free peter began nibbling, suckling and even slighty biting at your right nipple while twisting and pulling the other one with his hand.

you let out a breathy moan and burried your hands in his hair, pulling his soft blonde locks softly.

peter took his mouth off your nipple, a soft ‘pop’ being heard in the room. he gives you a crooked grin, which made your heart flutter with adoration, before moving over to your other nipple, doing the same thing he just did to your right nipple.

after a while he got bored of that little game of his and decided to suckle at the soft flesh under the swell of your breasts, leaving purple and red splotches all over your breasts.

when he was satisfied with the marks he left on you, and how sensitive and puffy your nipples were he started kissing down your stomach.

his fingers curled around the waistband of your brandnew uniform skirt, only raising his eyes swiftly to yours to search for your approval.

you nodded, your eyes watching his every movement as he slowly, teasingly pulled down your skirt. a smirk slowly creeped up his lips as he saw that you weren’t only wearing matching panties to your bra, but there was a stain of your arousal right in front of him.

he tsked at you and shook his head, “you’re a dirty slut, aren’t you? so desperate for me that you’re fucking soaking yourself, embarrassing.”.

but in fact, he didn’t find it embarrassing at all, it only made his painfully hard errection grow even harder, if that was even possible.

he was contemplating to just give in to the urge to rock pathetically into the duvets.

peter looked up at you while tracing the outline of your pussy through your panties, “mhh, let me make you feel good, angel.”

you looked down at him and took a shaky breath. you looked into his eyes which were now no longer the dazzling blue from earlier, but a darker shade which showed you just how much he wanted you. you were just about to nod when you heard quiet talking outside, your eyes snapping to the door immediately.

it was that moment that you realised what you were doing.

it was one thing to disobey the rule of knowing each other better than you’re allowed to by telling each other how old you are, but this? you two definitely shouldn’t do this.

you looked down at peter with worried eyes, “maybe- maybe we shouldn’t, peter…”. peter just gave you a sweet smile and rested his hands on your stomach, “we won’t get caught, angel. i’m gonna make sure we don’t get caught. and besides, you shouldn’t feel ashamed of what makes you feel good. now, please let me taste you.”

you looked down at him and nearly moaned out loud when you saw the desperation etched into his gorgeous features and the way his lustful eyes kept flickering between your pussy and your eyes.

you bit your lip and nodded softly, “o-okay”, peter smiled at you and pressed a grateful kiss to your thigh.

peter hooked his fingers under the fabric of your panties and pulled them down. he let out a quiet groan when your glistening folds were exposed to him.

he pulled your panties off your legs and pocketed them without your notice.

for later times of desperation, he told himself.

peter took his thumb and spread your pussy lips to see your dripping hole. “you’re such a messy girl, aren’t you? i’ve barely even touched you and you’re dripping” he smirked and circled your hole with the tip of his pointer.

your hips bucked towards him and he stopped every kind of movement and pressed the palm of his hand onto your abdomen.

“stay still or i will leave you here like this, dripping and whining desperately for someone to touch you. just like a bitch in heat.”

you whimpered and shook your head, “please touch me, peter.”. his head slowly bent further down to give you a last chance to push him away. but when you whined and pulled at his hair he let any kind of guard he ever had up, down and licked a bold stripe up your pussy with the flat of his tongue.

you leaned your head into the pillow and bit the soft cushion to prevent any kind of noise that’d may escape your mouth as peter started giving your clit a few little kittenlicks.

soon, peter got tired of teasing and started nibbling and sucking at your clit. you moaned into the pillow and arched your back.

peter’s eyes flicked up to find yours staring at him intensly. you felt his perfect lips curve into a smirk as your hole fluttered when his eyes met yours.

peter focused on your pussy again and pushed his tongue into your hole, letting out a moan against you which made you shudder from the vibrations.

you let out a strained moan “p-peter… ple-ase…let me make you feel- oh fuck…- good too..”

peter’s eyes flicked up to yours, he popped his mouth off your clit for a moment just to mumble a “feeling so good when i’m buried between your thighs, angel…” before diving in again and starting to suck and nibble at your clit harder and more urgently while sneaking a finger inside of your throbbing hole.

you threaded your fingers through his curls and bit your lip while bucking your hips onto his face. peter watched you intently while suckling at your clit.

he slowly sunk another finger inside of you and felt you squeeze his fingers tighter. your eyes fell shut and you let a very audible moan slip through before you clasped your own hand over your mouth.

you’ve obviously had sex before, but nothing compared to this. peter was so skilled that you were seeing stars already and he was barely eating you out for ten minutes.

“‘m close… so close, peter!” you suddenly chimed up, your voice slightly pitched due to your nearly graspable orgasm.

only a few more seconds, you already saw it dangling before you… so close…

suddenly peter pulled away and gave you a sadistic smile that quickly turned into a faux pout. he leaned down and gave your clit a last gentle kiss which made you jolt before he leaned up to your ear and whispered; “so close… yet so far”.

he chuckled and pulled your bottom lip out of it’s pout. “don’t look at me like that, angel. you’ll get to cum soon enough.”

with that peter kneeled on the bed and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. you scrambled to get up too to take his belt off before he, not so gently, pushed you back on the bed.

“you’ve gotten no permission to touch me, as far as i remember, slut.”

as so often your own body and your dirty dirty mind betrayed you and you just had to rub your thighs together which made peter let out a taunting laugh. “what a desperate little thing you are, angel. don’t worry, i’ll teach you manners soon enough.”

he kept unbuttoning his shirt agonisingly slow and when it was finally off your eager eyes practically devoured him alive. you scanned every inch of skin that you were able to see so carefully, you were sure you could make out every single pore.

but what your lust clouded mind didn’t notice was a little tattoo at his left wrist. just a black splotch from far away that every clearthinking person would’ve noticed.

well, you weren’t clearthinking anymore. the only thing you could think about was how handsome peter is and the itch between your legs.

you didn’t register that peter took any more clothing items off until he hovered over you again. “turn around” were the words he whispered next.

you flipped yourself over onto your stomach and peter pulled your hips up into the air. he grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back before a smooth leather band held them together.

his belt.

before you could react you could feel his hips grinding against your ass and his warm back leaning over yours.

his hot breath hit your ear as he whispered “you think you can take me, angel?”. you nodded eagerly into the pillows and whined. “yes yes… please, peter…”

he placed a kiss on your cheek before sitting up on his heels and giving his cock a few pumps. you crained your neck to look at him and let out a soft moan at the sight.

his hair was messy from your pulling on it earlier, his lips puffy from eating you out and his eyebrows pulled together in cause of the tiniest friction of his cock after it being neglected for so long.

he guided his tip towards your leaking entrance and slid his cock up and down your messy cunt a few times before returning to your entrance.

peter placed a hot palm on your lower back and rubbed some reassuring figures on the soft skin. “you ready, angel?”.

you gave him a nod and looked back at him again. “yes, yes ‘m ready!”, you said eagerly.

peter leaned down and gave you a soft peck on the lips before pushing your head back into the pillows.

peter guided his cock slowly into you and groaned loudly when he bottomed out. he stayed still for a minute before starting to grind his hips against your ass.

you moaned into the pillows when peter finally started to thrust into you. his hips pulling away and snapping forward at a steadily building pace.

you bucked your hips back towards him and muffled your moans in the pillows, along with your pleads for him to go faster.

by the time peter was thrusting into you hard and fast like you wanted from the beginning on, you were already close again in cause of your sensitivity from your orgasm being taken away so close to the peek.

if it weren’t for peter holding your hips up and slamming them towards his you would’ve long ago collapsed on the bed.

you turned your head to look at peter with pleading eyes. he looked down at you and cocked his head with a faux pout; “what is it, angel? are you close, hmm?”

you nodded and stuttered out a broken yes, your legs twitching from your impending orgasm. peter kept his pout on and tried to hide the evil smile behind it; “y’gonna have to hold it, angel. gonna have to wait f’me to cum.”

you groaned frustratedly and snapped your eyes shut.

to make matters worse peter reached a hand down and started playing with your clit. your eyes flew open and looked at him with frustrated tears prickling in your eyes.

“p-please let me cum, peter…”; peter shook his head disappointingly and pulled his lips down into a frown. “you’re such a greedy slut, aren’t you? can’t even wait for me to cum with you.”

you moaned loudly as your hips started jerking back to his, “please, peter…”. he gave you another disappointment look but whispered ‘cum’.

you let out a string of thank you’s while your legs now trashed under you and you came around peter’s cock.

when you came down from your orgasm you noticed that peter was still pumping into you. you whined and tries to squirm away from him; “stop, peter. ‘s too much… already came!”

peter let out a low grunt and kept slamming his hips into yours. “well too bad that i didn’t cum yet. you gotta wait for me to be finished with you, angel. i will stop when i feel like it.”

you lowered your head back into the pillows your whole body jerking from aftershocks and overstimulation.

you felt peter’s grip tighten on your hips and hus thrusts getting more eratic. “oh, angel, ‘m gonna fill you up so good… you’ll never even think about another man.”

you whined and bucked your hips against his; “please, peter… need y’cum!”. peter gripped onto your hair with one hand and pulled your head up, he leaned down and hissed into your ear “tell me how badly you want my cum, angel.”

you moaned loudly, uncaring if anybody heard at this point and bucked your hips again. “need it so bad, peter. wanna have y’babies. please fill me up… needa feel full.”

peter groaned and threw his head back, “such a dirty slut you are. pretending to be a good innocent girl meanwhile you are begging me to fill you up. dirty, dirty girl.”

peter hips jerked into you erraticly a few times before you felt his hot cum shooting into you.

you squeezed for eyes shut and stiffled a moan at the unknown feeling. peter’s hips jerked a few more times while he came down from his orgasm before he pulled out.

he unbuckled the belt from around your wrists and kissed the sore red spots of where the belt strained against your wrists.

he grabbed onto your hips softly and turned you onto your back. as soon as you could see him you gave him a tired smile which he returned.

he leaned down to press a soft kiss onto your sweaty forehead and brush a few strands of hair from your face. “such a good little angel for me.”

you smiled at the praise and crained your head to peck peter’s lips. his hands were carresing the red fingertip prints on your hips before one hand trailed lower.

you felt his fingers inside of you before your brain could catch up with what was happening. your hips tried to jerk away from his touch but he held them down firmly.

peter looked away from his fingers stuffed into your cunt to look up at you. “shh, angel. ‘s alright, just gotta make sure that all of my cum stays inside of you.”

he gave you a soft smile and fucked his fingers into you a few more times before he was satisfied with his work.

he pulled his fingers out and tapped your lips with them. “open your mouth and suck my fingers clean, angel”

you opened your mouth and started sucking his fingers obediently while holding eye contact with him. he let out a groan while holding eye contact, “don’t tempt me, angel.”

you popped your mouth of his fingers and he smeared your spit onto your cheek before leaning down to kiss you.

“i’ll be back tomorrow, angel. keep my cum inside you, i’ll check. and i warn you to behave tomorrow and not even think of washing your messy little cunt.” he pecked your lips one last time before he got up to get dressed.

you pouted and watched him get dressed, “y’not gonna cuddle me?”. he turned to look at you and sighed, “i wish i could, angel. but we’re gonna get caught if i stay here for the night.”

you nodded and looked at the clock on your night stand, “are you gonna get back safely?”

he smiled at your concern but he bit his smile back when you looked at him, “i’m not gonna get caught, i promise, angel.”

he leaned down to give you a last peck on the forehead before scrambling out the door.

you curled up under your blankets and smiled happily, the time here could be more fun than you’d imagined.

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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Can. I please have Vecna smut?🙏🙏😩

The Clock Strikes Midnight

Vecna x Reader | R-Rated for sexual content and horror themes

Word count: 1.08K

You saw him in your dreams sometimes. He’d come to you in the dead of night and whisper in your ear. Sweet nothings. Promises. And your room would be cold when you woke up. The window would be open just a crack, leaving your curtains to flutter in the autumn breeze. It was strange.

And tonight was no different. You were surely still dreaming. You could feel his hands on your waist. You couldn’t move. You didn’t really want to. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. You knew you were special to him. You weren’t like the others.

“You’re truly something, aren’t you, angel?” he murmured into your ear, sweetly, as he traced a finger over your collarbone.

You gasped when his fingers grazed over your nipples. His flat palms ran over your stomach, to the sides of your ribcage. Light and teasing touches. Until a hand cupped your heat and pressed down enough to send a small jolt of electricity through you.

“Such a weak and sensitive thing, to be so willing and offering herself to me in such a … crude manner.”

You arched your back on the bed as you felt phantom fingers brush over your clit. Teasing circles. And gentle pushes. It was too much. And you couldn’t do a thing about it. You tried to push your hips up, seeking more friction. A force pushed you down again, keeping you still.

“Tell me what you want. All you need to do is ask. Is that so hard to do?”

You shook your head and sighed shakily.

“What do you want, angel?”

“I…I want your fingers…inside of me,” you finally got out, humiliation burning bright on your cheeks.

“Good girl,” he crooned.

You almost cried in relief, feeling his fingers inside you, crooking just perfectly into that spot. You clung to your sheets, biting down on your bottom lip, trying to stay as quiet as you could while he touched you. His fingers were so so cold. And yet they made you feel as if you were on fire.

His pace was constant, and unforgiving in nature. And slowly, after what felt like hours, you were left on your bed, asleep, oblivious to the happenings when the clock had struck midnight.

"So, you’ve finally started to notice me, haven’t you darling?"

Your heart leapt into your chest as you started awake. There it was. His voice again. And the headaches…Your lips felt wet. With the brush of your fingertips, you realized you had a nosebleed. You never got nosebleeds…

"Aren’t feeling that bright today, I see. I can fix that…"

You whirled around, your eyes dancing over your dark room. There was no one here. And yet you could still hear him. This had been happening for weeks, and you still couldn’t figure it out.

“Who are you?” you whispered into the darkness; your voice shaky.

A laugh echoed in your head. For a moment he sounded more boyish than terrifying.

"I can show you. But you have to promise to not be scared, alright? Can you do that for me?"

You swallowed thickly and replied with a weak, “Alright.”

No one appeared for quite a while. You thought this man would be a ghost of sorts. But instead, the faint sound of tick tock ticking filled your ears.

The key clicked roughly in your bedroom door, locking you in. The ticking stopped.

"Behind you, sweetheart."

You jumped, his breath on your neck as he spoke. You scrambled to the edge of your bed, blankets tanged at your ankles. A man was now sat on the other end of your bed, hugging one of your pillows to his chest, a smile on his face. He looked…amused?

“Who are you?” you asked again. “Are you some sort of freak?”

“Freak?” he frowned, those blue eyes of his darkening at the insult. “No. I’m not a freak.”

“Are you a ghost then?”

He chuckled at that, putting your pillow back down. “For one,” he said, moving a bit closer to you, “I am not an apparition of any sort.”

At your disbelieving look, he inched towards you, a hand outstretched. “There. Touch my hand, if you are so doubtful.”

You hesitated, but eventually brushed your fingers over the back of his hand. You quickly drew back. He was cold. Freezing.

“See? I’m not that scary, am I?” He sighed and reached his hand out to your face, lightly grazing your bottom lip.

It came away scarlet. He lifted his hand up into the moonlight, taking a closer look before murmuring, “I didn’t mean to hurt you like this, you know. The headaches have stopped now, haven’t they?”

“They have,” you answered, eyes never leaving him.

You had to get out. Get as far away from him as you could. Call the cops. Anything. if you could just-

“You can’t get away from me, you know. No matter where you go, I will eventually find you again,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. “And I promise you, no none wants to be hunted down by a man like me, angel.”

“I know you think I’m harmless,” he carried on. “Especially looking like this…but I can assure you I am far from pretty.” His voice wasn’t the same now. It was low and reminded you of tyres moving over a gravel road.

His eyes hadn’t changed at all. They were still blue. But the rest of him…your breath caught in your throat. He was a monster. As he got up to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed, you fought the urge to gag at the sound of his movements. It was as if his bones broke with every movement he made. And his skin was mauled and scarred beyond recognition.

What…what had happened to this man? Who had done this to him?He took a hold of your chin, his hand scratching your skin, and lifted your face to meet his gaze.

“Now that you know what I look like, keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, darling. No one needs to know…not until it’s time.”

“Time for what?” you choked out, tears welling in your eyes.

He was going to kill you. You could feel it. With the way he was looking at you.

But then he was gone. And all he left behind was the scratch on your jaw, where his hand had been. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. You didn’t have much time left.

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joekeeray · 2 years

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Broken Camera

part one of the after dark series + read part two here !

pairing: Peter Ballard/Nurse!Female Reader

summary: The night shift at Hawkins Lab is usually boring, but one night, orderly Peter Ballard makes it a little more interesting. No one will find out… right?

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, mutual pining, fingering, dirty talking, unprotected sex, rough sex, spit kink (ill see myself out for this one), choking, degrading I think, but also praising babes, first time writing him so be warned, shout out to the bestie @gothbitchshit for the summary and beta reading and thirsting with me <3 , edited by me and autocorrect

note: i am not immune to jamie bower// this happened because every spicy lab fic i read i was like pls mention the cameras being off alsjskjssjha Thanks for reading and enjoy!

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It was still early into her night shift. The children had all been put to bed, but there was no telling if any of them would need medical assistance or a visit to the nurses.

Her nights were typically quiet though, filled with paperwork left to her by the morning and afternoon nurses since they were well aware she had the time to do them. She became used to the solitude, and slow nights where her only interaction was with the clicking of the keyboard as she filled out reports or just sitting around reading a book one of the guards smuggled in for her.

This night though appeared it would be more eventful though as only an hour into her shift, one of the lights on the board beside her began to blink.

It signified that she was needed in whatever room the light was blinking indicated, which meant that at least for the first hour of her shift she could do something useful other than doing the work her coworkers didn’t want to bother with.

With her standard medkit in hand, she left the tiny office and began to walk down the eerie, bright halls toward the room that the blinking light had told her to go to. It wasn’t far, but it was just at the edge of her assigned sector and she had to pass through a guard’s station to be buzzed in.

She greeted the night shift guard with a tight smile, and his eyes fell over her body, taking in her obvious nurse’s uniform.

“Got a call?” He asked her as she pulled out her keycard and handed it to him so he could buzz her through to get to the other part of the building.

“Yeah,” she replied, “It’s not urgent, but at least it gets me out of that tiny office.”

He had chuckled as he scanned her card, and pushed the door open for her, “Well, have fun then Nurse.”

She nodded at him and took her card back before walking through the door and continuing her journey. She did wonder who would have needed her all the way over here, as the children’s rooms were on a separate floor, but a lot of people who worked at the lab also lived in it, so she safely assumed it was probably some scientist whose experiment went wrong and needed light medical assistance.

When she finally got to the room, she used her keycard to unlock it and pushed the large door open to reveal a lab like she figured it would be. The lights were dimmer in here though, which was odd as every room seemed to have those annoying fluorescent lights that buzzed.

“Hello?” she called into the lab, “It’s the nurse you called for, is everything alright? Are you hurt?”

She flickered the main lights on then, brightening up the room, and her eyes scanned the clean lab for her patient when her eyes fell upon someone standing by one of the lab tables. She blinked for a moment, recognizing the blonde haired man who stood there in an all white orderly uniform.

“Peter?” she asked, worry crossing her features as he must’ve been her patient, “Is everything okay?”

She was walking toward him, and he turned his head to meet her concerned gaze.

“I’m okay,” he told her, “I’m glad it was you who came though, I wasn’t sure if the room I chose was too close to the other night time nurse.”

She stared at him incredulously after her eyes flashed all over him in search of any visible injuries that she still believed she was here for.

“So there is nothing wrong?” He shook his head once, and smiled tightly at her as she crossed her arms and sighed, “Peter…come on, I have work to do. What if there’s an actual emergency?”

“You and I are well aware that you are on call right now, so any emergencies go to a nurse in a different sector,” he reminded you, then he tilted his and continued to say, “Besides, I just wanted to see you.”

Peter stepped closer to her, and she was quick to step away from him despite the warmth that had grown in her chest at his last statement. She tore her eyes away from him, saying his name warningly, as she searched for the inevitable camera in the room.

It was something she was always aware of since being sent here by the government to work as one of their many nurses on their Lab's medical team, and something she became very hyper aware of since meeting Peter Ballard, afraid that they would catch their lingering stares and passing smiles, and hand touches.

It was a few months ago when she was called to his bedroom on the rare occasion she got called in the night hours. He donned the burn marks of the tasers the guards and other orderlies would carry around on his neck, so it was clear he had broken a rule of some sort set by Dr. Martin Brenner and was punished for it, even when he was just an orderly. It had made her sick to her stomach.

They had been tender and red, and painful to the touch. He was so quiet, his blond hair mussed up and his face red with agitation and pain, and when he looked at her, he looked at her with hatred that wasn’t necessarily meant for her, but at what happened.

So, she was gentle with him as she possibly could be, applying the proper medication to his wounds and tending to him with precision. He had seemed to calm down in her care, his body that was once tense with anger and frustration turning calmer. It was when he had looked up at her as she wiped the blood off an open cut, and finally acknowledged that she was here where something seemed to have clicked between them.

Since then, a friendship had formed, and then, there was clearly something more there, something that had her yearning for him in a way she shouldn’t be, and she thought of him in ways a nurse shouldn’t think of an orderly and co-worker.

It was just as well because she knew the cameras were there, a man behind them always watching. In fact, one of Martin Brenner’s first words to the new hires was that there wasn’t one thing that went on in his lab that he didn’t know about, and it really stuck with her as she tried to find it in the room.

“If you are looking for the camera, it’s over there,” Peter had said, her eyes met his and saw he had nodded his head behind her. She turned her head, squinting her eyes a bit to see the camera sitting in the top corner of the room.

It surprised her that he hadn't seen it in her first scan of the room, and before she could turn around, she felt his hands gently grazing the small of her back. She tensed up at his touch, her breath hitching softly and nervously.

“The camera…”

“The camera is not on,” he told her as his hands gently moved upward, past her shoulder blades before resting on her shoulders, “Look…”

She looked closer at the camera, now realizing she hadn't seen the camera because the little red light that indicated it was on wasn’t shining. It was always the first thing she looked for as it always stood out when she’d scan the room looking for it.

Her head tilted and she asked, “How?”

“Does it matter?”

Peter’s lips were right beside her ear, his hypnotic voice paired with his thumbs that just barely touched the exposed skin of her neck sending pleasurable chills down her spine. She inhaled deeply, especially when his hot breath tickled her ear too.

“Y-yeah it matters,” she replied.

He chuckled, gently massaging her shoulders and enjoying the way her body was slowly leaning into his delicate touch, similar to the way his body had the first time they had met in his bedroom those months ago.

He had been dreaming of this since that day, and he knew by the way she’d look at him, how her eyes would linger on his lips before quickly turning away as the camera’s scared the ever living hell out of her. He imagined that she probably never even touched herself like he did, too afraid that the rooms that didn’t have cameras still did.

Today though, he was finally going to be with her in the way he knew she wanted, in the way that he wanted. It was just about convincing her now.

“I can’t tell you how the camera’s off, but I can promise you it is,” he told her reassuringly, but he could tell that she was still doubtful. He suspected she might be still, but that was okay, he could handle her doubt.

She stared at it closely, trying to see if there was any kind of trick of the light where the red light was on and someone was watching her right now, watching them, and watching one of his hands on her shoulders lower and rest over her chest where her heart was.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her, feeling her fast beating of her heart on his palm.

“Yes,” she told him up front, “But we…we can’t do this, what if…” Her words were swallowed by a quiet gasp as he lowered his hand then to grope one of her breasts over her uniform.

She wasn’t lying when she said she trusted Peter, if anything, she just didn’t trust the camera. Though she was aware that not every room had working cameras, it still made her nervous, but his hand felt so good on her.

She hadn’t been touched like this since before she took the job here in Hawkins, Indiana, and since it was Peter who was touching her in such a way, it made her body easily give in to his touch. She felt Peter press his bottom half against her ass, and her lips fell open with a soft sigh.

“What if what?”

She could practically hear the smile on his lips. He was teasing her with that question, and had his hand not been on breast and massaging it she would’ve told him something.

“The…door?” she asked him this time, and he replied that nobody is going to come in because it was an unused lab after all. She was still unsure, even as his hand moved to unbutton the top of her dress uniform, “Then we need to be fast- god what am I saying…”

Peter chuckled at her words, and was twisting her around so that her chest was pressed right up against his and he pushed toward one of the lab stations so that her lower back was pressing onto its edge. He loved the way she looked, her lips parted, and her eyes were so wide that he could see how dark her pupils had become with desire.

He snaked his hand up her skirt, and the cold temperature of his long fingers caused her legs to twitch apart. She was so warm down there, just like he imagined she would be, and he took in her quick paced breaths and the way her eyes kept shooting toward the camera again.

“It’s not on,” he told her as his other hand captured her chin to make her look at him. He smiled at her when their eyes met, “Just trust me like you said you would.”

Her lip swiped across her bottom lip as his eyes bore into hers, and a quiet moan slipped out of her lips as his fingers came into contact with her soaking cunt. He watched her expression closely, loving the way she bit her lip then, as if wanting to keep quiet.

“You’re so wet down there,” he told her, “I’ve barely even touched you, let alone been that close.”

“Peter please,” she said just barely above a whisper, gently bucking her hips into his hand.

“You’re a little too eager,” he said as he pushed the fabric of her soaked panties aside, “It must have been a while since you’ve been touched.”

Her legs shook as he pressed his fingers between her slick folds and she released a shattered breath that hit the edge of his face, and he said, “I doubt you’ve ever touched yourself while here, too scared of these pesky cameras. Am I right?”

“You-you’re-” her own words were cut off with a gasp when his fingers began to circle her clit. One of her hands flew backwards to grasp the table she was leaning on while the other grabbed his shoulder. Peter grinned, satisfied with that reaction, and he continued the circular motion.

“Answer me,” he told her, his own voice lower and very clearly aroused.

Her lips quivered, and she said breathlessly, “You’re right…god Peter.” She bucked her hips forward again, and he decided to sink his finger into her cunt. She was so wet that it was so easy for his finger to slide past her walls, and even his breath hitched.

“I thought so,” he replied, voice deeper and quiet so that only she could hear him as he began to pump his finger in and out of her at a slow pace, “It must feel really good then.”

She was nodding, and murmured, “Yeah, yes, it feels good.”

Her skin was growing hot by the second, and with every pump of his finger she felt this small coil in her stomach get tighter and engulfed in pleasurable heat. She threw her head back as he sunk in a second finger, and curled them inside of her.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, slightly louder than her previous moans. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip then, relishing in the reaction he got out of her, and his eyes glanced over her parted lips where she was panting his name quietly.

That was when her moans were swallowed by his lips on hers, he was fast and rough, using his other hand to grasp the back of her head and forcing her lips to meet his. She was momentarily caught off guard by his kiss, but very quickly began to return it with the same intensity.

Their tongue and teeth clashed together in a bruising and almost inexperienced kiss, just wanting to get a taste of one another. She hummed against his lips as he moved his fingers faster in and out of her.

He drank her delicious moans that only got louder when his palm dragged across her clit with every pump of his fingers. Their lips were parted forcefully by him pulling her back, as he wanted to see the look on her face when she came.

Her hips were sputtering forward, and he felt her walls clenched around his fingers, and there was a slight pain on her scalp by how hard he was holding her hair, but it was very quickly forgotten as the coil in her stomach got tighter and tighter.

“Oh you’re so close, I can feel it,” he said to her, then tightened his grip on her hair when her eyes tried to close, “Don’t look away. Keep your eyes on me, I wanna see you when you finally come.” His tone was forceful, filling her stomach with a sort of excitement

His blue eyes were just as dark as his voice was, boring into her very soul and she was suddenly being pushed over the edge as the coil snapped and an intense orgasm washed over her. She let out a shattered moan as her body convulsed and her release flooded and soaked his fingers, making the filthy sound of him fingering her get louder.

Her hand gripped his shoulder tightly as he continued to fuck her with her fingers ever after her orgasm passed, and she whimpered, “Peter- I’m too- I’m too-” His fingers were back on her sensitive clit, and she almost cried out by the over stimulation.

Her hand released his shoulder and rather grasped his wrist, and that was when he stopped finally. She let out a long exhale, finally letting her body come down from that high.

“I’m sorry,” he said, though he didn’t sound very sorry, “You were just so pretty the first time you came I wanted to see it again.”

She laughed breathlessly, “Just give me a second…fuck.”

Peter released the hold on her head then, allowing her to have that second and she leaned onto the table as she came down from that intense orgasm he had just given her, probably the most intense one she’s had in her life to be honest.

“Mm,” Peter suddenly hummed, “You taste good.”

Her eyes lifted up after a few seconds to look at Peter, only to find him licking his own fingers that were just buried inside of her almost a minute ago. Her mouth nearly watered as she watched him slide his tongue over the pads of his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. His lips glistened with his own spit and her cum, and she was clenching her thighs together at the sight.

Peter’s eyes flickered back to her, still taking one of his fingers into his mouth. His eyes narrowed at her then, taking in her eyes that were still on his lips and he smirked.

“You don’t look like you believe me,” he said as he licked off the remaining cum on his fingers, “Unfortunately, there isn’t any more, but I think I know what to do.”

She half expected him to touch her again, and then stick his fingers into her mouth, something she wouldn’t exactly object to, but his hand was suddenly on the back of her head again, grasping at the strands there and forcing her to look up.

His other hand, the one that he had been licking and still covered in saliva, grasped the bottom of her chin and he said, “Open.”

She wasted no time in parting her lips for him, and he shook his head and said, “Wider.” And she listened, except she must’ve been too slow as he hooked his thumb into her mouth and forced it open. She hummed in surprise when he did so, but her eyes glossed over when he leaned over her to spit directly into her mouth.

It took her more by surprise than him shoving his thumb into her mouth, and while normally that idea might’ve made her gag it only made her whine with pleasure as she felt his warm spit dribble down her tongue and toward the back of her throat.

“Swallow it,” he told her, and she obliged, making sure to dramatize her gulp so that he knew she had done as told. He looked satisfied, his eyes lingering onto her lips, a bit of his own spit dripping off of the side. He looked completely enamored with her then, and she felt pleased that he was, but when he looked at her, she only saw this dark, mischievous look go over his features, and he was suddenly twisting her around so that the front of her body was pressed and almost over the table.

“I knew you were filthy,” Peter said, “All those sweet, innocent glances you’d send my way,” He laughed darkly, “No, I’ve seen the way you started to not button the top of your uniform, how you’ve opened those pretty thighs for me when I see you in the infirmary.”

He was hiking the skirt of her uniform up and grasping her underwear to pull them off of her.

“From the moment we met, when you put your chest in my face while you talked so softly and sweet, acting like you didn’t know what you were doing- I knew you weren’t what you seemed,” he said, “I just needed to break you- make you show your true self to me.”

He was undoing his belt then with one hand, and held his hard cock in his hand, letting out a raspy breath at the contact. He felt her try and back up into him, small desperate moans slipping past her lips. He spit into his hand, despite knowing that she was nice and ready for his cock, and smeared it over the tip.

“And I certainly did, I wish you could see yourself,” he said, placing his hand onto her thigh and squeezing the flesh there as he made her spread her legs for him so that her soaking cunt was on display for him, “So perfect, so ready to take my cock.”

“Yes, I’m ready Peter, please,” she was saying between her moans.

“Well, since you’re polite enough to say please,” he said, his voice slightly humorous, and teasing. He held her still, keeping her from wiggling her ass at him before he aligned his cock with her entrance, pressing the tip of it against her folds but not entering her yet.

His eyes rather went to the way her back was arching, and he clicked his tongue together, reaching forward to rest his hand on the small of her back.

“Very eager,” he muttered to her, before he shoved his cock inside of her with one quick thrust. She cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the lab station and he let out a suppressed groan as he felt her walls clenched around his cock.

She practically whimpered, her entire body vibrating with pleasure and arousal of finally being filled up by him. There was a only few seconds of her adjusting to his size before her body was pleading to fucked, before she was a mewling mess of pleas for him to move.

He removed his hand from her back, moving both to grip her sides roughly, sinking his fingers into the flesh of her outer thighs, and he held her still as he pulled out of her before he snapped his hips back forward.

“Take all of it,” he told her through gritted teeth, “It’s what you wanted, what you’ve always wanted. I know by the way you're taking my cock.”

He buried his cock inside of her again, causing another loud to moan to pass through her lips, “So filthy, so fucking filthy with how tight your cunt is around me.” He pulled out again, leaving her with only seconds of emptiness before filling her up again roughly.

She cried out, loving the way he felt inside of her, how his cock stretched her walls out and hit that spot inside of her just right with every thrust. Through pants, she was begging him to go faster, to just take her on this table right now, to make her his.

Her words were music to his ears, “Are you sure you can take it? Seems to me it’s been a while for you…”

“I can take it, I can take it,” she was telling him repeatedly as his hands gently rubbed the skin of her thighs, as if he was in thought and contemplating her words, “I can fucking take it. Please fuck me.”

Something clicked into his eyes at her words, and before she knew it he was leaning forward and reaching for her neck. His hand grasped around her throat tightly as he pulled backwards until her back was against his.

She gasped out of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by an array of moans and whimpers as he started to fuck her at a more merciless rhythm.

“God I wish you could see yourself, and maybe you can,” he said in her ear with a grunt as he rolled his hips into hers, “Maybe those cameras are on…”

She mewled, her eyes slightly rolling back as each pump of his cock caused shockwaves to grip onto her body, and she said something incoherent again, unable to speak because of how good he fucking her and the tight hold on her pulse, constricting her slightly of air.

“Oh, you don’t even care about the cameras anymore,” he growled into her ear, “I can feel your body shuddering at the thought of it, of the thought of someone watching this- watching me fuck you.”

“I-I can’t-” her voice was choked and refrained, and he tilted his head before laughing darkly and slowly releasing the hold on her throat and she gasped for air, but he didn’t let up with this relentless thrusts, causing her to cry out his name and then say something between her pants and moans that had him moaning too right into her ear, “Again. Do it again, please.”

He obliged, tightening his grip on her throat once again, tighter and tighter with every thrust, and with his other hand, he reached down, passing her abdomen before his fingers found her clit. Her body jolted when she felt his fingers there, feeling the pads of his fingers running over it and she jerked her hips forward.

She couldn’t breathe again, well just barely, her lungs felt like they were on fire and her vision began to black out from him very quickly bringing her to the edge. He was fucking her so perfectly and deliciously, holding onto her throat tight enough that had her eyes rolling back once again.

Her hands were reaching back, grasping the back of his hair like he’d done to her, and he let out a hiss of pain mixed with pleasure, not expecting her to do such a thing, but she didn’t let him go and he rubbed her clit faster.

He could feel her clenching down on him, her legs beginning to spasm and curse words were slipping from his lips as well as he pounded his cock into her, and she was getting gradually louder until she let out a final, strangled moan as the walls of her cunt fluttered around him and her body spasmed against him.

Peter thrusted into her a few more times before burying himself as deep as he could inside of her, allowing his own orgasm to come over him. He filled her up with his cum, his hips jerking forward as he grunted and held her in place until she milked every last amount of him.

“That’s it, take all of it,” he told her breathlessly in her ear.

Her body had gone slump against him, her hand falling from the back of his head and falling back to her side and his hips stuttering one last time before he dropped his head onto her shoulder, out of breath himself.

Peter continued to hold her, both of them coming down from their respective orgasms, and for her it was her second one, which had been more mind-blowing than the one before. She was still panting, and her legs felt like jelly. She was grateful he was still even holding her as she might’ve fallen to the floor or at least back on the station in front of her.

Instead, she leaned back onto him, feeling him press his lips onto the crook of her neck and kiss her almost tenderly in the aftershocks, and her eyes shifted toward the camera again.

“You didn’t mean that, did you…” she said breathlessly as he lifted his head up and kissed another part of her neck.

“Didn’t mean what?” he asked, voice slightly hoarse.

“The camera is off…right?”

Peter sucked in a tight breath, and when he exhaled he released a throaty chuckle as well.

“It’s broken…if it wasn’t somebody would’ve come in by now to stop us.”

She sighed, relieved even though the idea of it actually being on and someone was watching him fuck her into oblivion was arousing a few moments again. She didn’t want to lose her job here, especially not now when Peter Ballard was here.

She didn’t know when they would have time to do this again, if the camera would be fixed tomorrow or something, so she was the first to move away from him. He watched her curiously as his cock slipped out of her and she turned to face him.

“They can get the other night-time nurse,” she told him confidently, before she was falling to her knees before him. His head tilted, and then he licked his lips and smiled wickedly as her hands were moving to grasp him and he realized what she was going to do.

He moved his hand to her hair, and said, “I’m glad we’re both here at the same time. Truly.”

It was an odd thing to say, considering the things he had told her before, but something about it felt…sweet, especially with the way his blue eyes almost sparkled at the sight of her on his knees before him. She smiled sweetly up at him and said, “Me too” before she was leaning in.

#i fuck with the name peter ballard so im keeping it #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader #001 x reader #peter ballard imagine #henry creel imagine #001 imagine #peter ballard smut #henry creel smut #he has way too many names #stranger things imagine #lys writes saucy things #peter ballard #henry creel #001 stranger things #reader insert #female reader

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mo0nfairy · 2 years

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Can we get some general headcanons for 001 or Peter??

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

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( 📁 ) . . . 𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!!

( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁! <𝟯

𝟬𝟬𝟭’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚌, & 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛

this must be a dream, right?

through the blue haze of the security system, there you sit with the children in the laboratory, just as effervescent as you were when henry first met you

he places his hands against the screen as if by some miracle he could reach into the static and touch you, as he has yearned so long for

is this some sick joke?

his shocked gasps morph into hushed sobs, of either relief, fury, or bliss, he can’t tell

his mind must be playing tricks on him, henry concludes, after so many desolate years of his life, the cruel universe wouldn’t dare bless him with such a gift… right?

but, no… it’s real

you, the only thing on earth he could ever call his home, are alive

all of the memories — once so faded and distant that he mistook them for dreams — were real

a smile forms upon his lips, the first glimmer of happiness he has felt in years since your departure

he remembers the faint echo of ella fitzgerald and frank sinatra from the kitchen as you and he would frolic on the playground till dusk

picking at the callouses on his palms, your sugar-sweet smile beneath the summer sunlight, forming kinships with the infestation of black widows in the attic

oh, what this poor, sad man would give to relish in the brilliance of being at your side, even just once more

henry has always been alone, but you… you also were alone; you were different, just like him

through everything and everyone, you were the only one who understood; you were the only one who saw him for him

but all it took for the heartless world to take his kindred spirit away was the cruelty his family treated you with

the young boy was sent into a murderous rage after his mother scolded you for walking in her house with muddy boots, when his father made him come inside for dinner whilst you and henry were on the swings, and when his sister yanked your hair for touching her toys

he was merely a child and assumed he was doing right by you as his father was blamed for his sons actions

it was right to make the two girls ascend into the air before him, bones crunching like twigs and eyes pulling themselves back into their sockets

however, he is quick to realize how his fruitless attempt to have eternity with you was futile after he wakes in a room full of white with ‘001’ inked on his wrist

and as the years went by, he still looks into every nook and cranny within the laboratory, with some desperate hope that you’ll be there to congratulate him on his record win

hide and seek always was your favorite game, after all

he’s drawn portraits to spark familiarity in anyone who has the pleasure of meeting you; he’s written letters papa promised to mail to you, his wild heart betraying him of any sleep while he waits anxiously for your reply

the only form of communication henry has ever expressed with anyone is questions of your whereabouts, where he is met with a monotone “soon…” much to his dismay

years feel like minutes as they run right by him, still, you’re not here

however, well into his teenage years, there’s a flicker of hope

papa expresses how he has received information about your whereabouts and wellbeing

henry’s eyes beam with exhilaration as he anticipates for you both to reunite after so long, but the pitiful look in papa’s eyes robs him of that pleasure

“unfortunately, y/f/n y/l/n passed away just a few nights ago. i’m terribly sorry for your loss, one, but this mustn’t affect the progress of our lessons-“

that faux-sympathetic tone of his faded into white noise, a sharp wail reverberating within the grim cell

the anguished screams of henry could be heard all throughout hawkins laboratory, and after the guards shove a syringe into his neck and put the poor boy to sleep, he was never the same again

he wasn’t there — he’s just a walking carcass who is waiting seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years for this pain to end

the world is now dead, desolate; everything exists in a permanent hue of greyscale

and there is nothing he could do about it

but, now he is in adulthood with still an empty heart but a wiser head and as he stares upon your features through the cctv, his blood runs cold

it was all a lie

and the rush of fury that raced through him was terrifying

henry grasps hold of the glass shards left on the ground after he had taken his anger out on the one-way mirror, then carves out the soteria that had been keeping him compliant

and this roar of enragement that had been awakened within him was taken out on any being in sight and soon, the bodies of all those innocent and sinful now lay wrangled

there is no flicker of guilt within henry, only the pure anger and anticipation to be with you, once again

just get through this hurricane, then you’ll find the sun

he is a monster, the way he saunters through hawkin's laboratory, drenched head-to-toe in blood, but he is unabashedly desperate with his face beat red and drenched in sweat

there is not a single soul left alive and now, there is only one thing to do that henry has been itching to do for years…

find you…

after the death of your childhood bff, you went into a fit of depression that lasted years

the prying detectives, the nosy paranormal investigators, the intrusive media who chanted about how the devil had sunk his claws into the small town of hawkins

you knew that the hearsay of satan’s arrival was all some phony attempt to gain publicity and to strike fear into citizens

furthermore, from the day the tragedy took place, you knew deep in your heart that victor, the sweet man you had viewed as a close relative, wasn’t capable of such heinous actions

you’ve spent nights tossing and turning trying to solve the puzzle of the creel murders, but none of your efforts were ever brought to fruition

day by day, life became brighter for you and you learned to move on from the teaumatic period without having an answer to what exactly happened that night

you even bought the victorian beauty of the creel house for yourself, and fortunately for you, the demonic possession of satan and three murders made the estate dirt cheap

with extra love and care, you turned the once tragic and grimy residence into your humble abode

a lush attempt to turn the most agonizing fraction of your life into something good, something alive

and here you are now, living your best life with your pet tarantula and a master's degree in child counseling, all with a happy heart and a healed mind

but unfortunately, just when you thought you kept your life clear of any creel-related recollections, a certain boy you were well acquainted with long ago didn’t stray far

beneath the late night moon, henry watches you prepare dinner for yourself through the stained window of the kitchen

he stares, his eyes blown wide with a concoction of solace and irrepressible excitement glistening within

then, with a swift click of his head, the front door opens with a shrill whine as music escapes the walls of your home and into the twilight air

you sing along to the tune, and his heart dances to the sound

henry admires the decorations adorned everywhere and how you made his childhood home so very you

he strides at a measured pace into the kitchen, and once you enter his train of vision, he feels his heart collapse in his chest

although it truly does feel like it is, finally, this is not a dream

there you are, the only good thing this disgusting, vile world had to offer standing right before him

you’re oblivious to the uninvited guest lurking behind you as you continue to hum and dance

the radio begins to grumble, the once angelic tune of blue moon morphs into a deafening screech, then returns to the harmonious sounds of dean martin

you turn to look at the sudden alter in melody on the radio, only to lock eyes with a figure coated with blood, who stood beneath the threshold of the kitchen

the plate in your hand falls to the ground and shatters while you stare at the intruder in utter bewilderment

“y-you’re alive,” henry whispers in disbelief, “you’re actually here…”

“who-who are you? what do you want!?” you shriek, and though it went unnoticed by you, his eyes glistened with sorrow

you don’t remember him

before you could ponder over what this stranger meant by his words, you made a dash to the door in a frantic hysteria, only to watch as it slams shut before your very eyes

you don’t even have a flicker of a second to process how the door magically shut by itself when you feel your feet begin to ascend from the floor

you’re paralyzed from head to feet, floating in the air

a sharp cry escapes your throat as your body is thrust backward, to where you land firmly in the embrace of the trespasser

his arms are locked tight around your form and he buries his face into your neck, deeply inhaling your musk and exhaling with a quiet, shaky moan

he was so close to you, so overwhelmingly, suffocatingly close to you

goosebumps bloom across your body from utter disgust as you attempt to wrangle your way out of the stranger's grip, but it has been so, so long, and this man wasn’t going to let you slip away ever again

there is no inch of your skin left untouched, his lips grazing against your neck as he whispers softly to you as one would to a child

“it’s been far too long since we’ve last spoken, y/n/n…” his breath is hot against your neck, “but i’m here now, and i’ll save you…”

a tear falls as the revelation settles, “oh my god… henry…”

he let’s out a hum of laughter and a heartfelt smile is quick to form against his lips as he sways you back and forth to the melodies still resonating from the radio

although you never thought you’d ever say it, you wish that the sweet boy you adored from a young age had died alongside his family

but that wasn’t what fate had in store for you

and now you’re stuck with cold dinner and a lovesick demon who can’t keep his paws off of you.

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muness · 2 years

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Hiii! I wanna ask if you can do a petter ballard x reader where hes like really protective of the reader?

hii! of course! it's my very first request so i'm very excited for you to read it, i hope you will like it!

summary; you enter the Hawkins Lab staff as a nurse and a certain orderly falls in love with you at first sight, with the objective to protect you. pairing;peter ballard x fem!reader warnings: mentions of violence and torture ig? words: 1,0K

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the moment peter first laid his eyes on you, he was mesmerized by the view. he could not believe someone like you were real, in front of him. he secretly pinched his arm to see if he was dreaming, but he wasn't. your [h/c] hair were tied in a ponytail, leaving to peter the right to watch all of your features. he didn't get to study you long enough because dr brenner broke that moment between the two of you, walking into the rainbow room, not very long after you.

"-Peter, I have to introduce you to the new nurse, her name is [Y/N] and she will take care of the children with your help. -Hi, nice to meet you." you said, with assurance. your voice sounded like sugar in peter's ears. it was soft and soothing, enough to ease the kids and enough to make peter fall in love with you. even your name was beautiful. you reached for his hand, and he took it cautiously, as if you were made or sugar and shook it. your skin was so soft, he swears he could've melted. "-Nice to meet you, [Y/N]." he smiled. and that's how he got stuck in your spell ever since then. since you are employed, he weirdly get lots of headaches, leading him to spend a little bit of time in the infirmary with you, and if it wasn't for him, he brings a child who has hurt themselves. you always find a way to spend a little bit of time with each other, even if you just pass by in the hallways, he helps you carry your documents around. you've been working for 2 months in the Hawkins Lab now and you have learn to know peter like no one else got to know him. you are each other's closest person in your life, and you like it this way. tonight, you don't seem to get to sleep, you have a terrible headache, a joke for a nurse like you. slowly getting out of your bed, you push your bedroom door and start walking in the hallway. lost in your thoughts, you don't see the shadow coming towards you and bump into it. but before you lost your balance, the unknown person quickly catches your arm and brings you close to him. you close your eyes and smell the sweet perfume you can recognize anywhere. "-Peter ? -Watch where you're going, clumsy girl." the point of worry in his voice matches the mocking. you thank him and even if you wanted to stay there forever, you get out of his arms. the little red light above your heads is not enough to light the entiere hallway but you can still see Peter's face. "-Why are you awake?" you ask, surprised to see him around so late. "-I'm looking if anyone falls in the hallway." You slightly push his shoulder and laughs. your laugh is so pretty, he can't imagine what he would have done if you were hurt because of him. "-Actually, I felt that someone was having trouble sleeping. I didn't think it would be you. -I'm really sorry Peter, I didn't think I would keep you awake." the way his name sounds in your mouth is delightful, he will never get tired of it. your eyebrows are furrowed and you pout a bit, disappointed in yourself. peter puts his hand on your head and shuffles your hair. he realizes it's the first time he sees you without your hair tied. it looks good on you. you really look like an angel under this discreet light. it perfectly marries all your features. "-Don't worry, but you should get back to your dorm and try to get some sleep. -Yes, I should... Have a great night Peter." the weeks after that incident, peter became even more sweet and patient around you, as he realizes more than ever that you're just a human, as weak as the other and you can break like everyone else. he's being extra careful around you and helps you more than he should sometimes, mostly carrying stuff around for you. he's really sweet to the children, but he's even more when he's alone with you. one day, he's about to enter the infirmary as he hears noises on the other side of the door. he opens the door wide and see you, on the floor your hands on your ankle, weak.

he walk fast to your side and take you carefully in his arms, like a bride. you have your eyes close and you're biting your lower lip to not scream. it hurts to see you like that, so vulnerable. he puts you on a bed and lay your leg on his thighs. you shiver when your ankle touches the edge of his leg. the worried look on peter face has grown even more. "-Who did this to you, [Y/N] ?" he says softly, he doesn't want to rush you with his words. you finally open your eyes and gaze into his. tears are about to fall on your cheeks as you say the name of your assailant. peter quickly gets up with a precise idea in his mind. he doesn't hear you begging to not hurt him, but he doesn't care. his precious nurse, fallen from the angels is hurting. he only sees red. the rainbow room's doors open widely and peter's piercing blue eyes are searching for one person in particular. he's there, playing with the other children, as if he didn't just attack the poor innocent nurse. you were nothing but kind to the children since you've arrived, but it seems like some are jealous of your complicity with peter. he won't allow that to happen. "-002." all the children turn to look at him. nobody has ever heard peter talk with such a deep and cold voice before. all of his empathy is gone, just for this moment. he harshly grabs 002's arm, take him out under the flabbergasted looks of everyone in the room, and walk fast all over the corridor, to the punishment room. he doesn't hear the kid screaming to let him go, nor the sweet nurse, crawling on the floor to tell him to stop. the only thing he thinks about is revenge. and he will get it for the angel he will always try to save from this awful world. he will do anything to keep her safe, even if it means torturing a child.

"-Do not hurt her like that ever again."

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m0mmat0rtle · 2 years

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Sugar on Top (Peter Ballard x Reader)

Stranger Things 4 Spoilers!!

plot: AU where Peter escapes from the lab on his own and makes a new life for himself in the next tiny town over from Hawkins

reader works in a bakery bc I thought that would be cute

warnings: Absolutely none this is pure fluff

word count: 864

You were placing another pie into the display window when the chime over the door to the bakery rang signaling a customer walking in. You lifted your head to see someone new, someone you hadn’t seen yet in your tiny town where everyone knew practically everyone. It wasn’t Hawkins, no, you took up residence in the next tiny town over. And tiny was almost an understatement. Everyone here knew everyone and they also knew everything about everyone. Your business was as good as everyone else’s. You had a few regular customers of course, but they had all come and gone for the day. This was someone new, someone different. A stranger.

You looked up from the pie display and smiled as you wiped your hands on your apron. You fashioned your kindest and politest customer service smile as you moved swiftly to the counter to greet the new customer. “Hi!” you said cheerfully before your breath caught itself in your lungs. This wasn’t just someone new, this was a very pretty someone new. The stranger flashed you a smile and you could feel your heart jump into your throat. His glistening blue eyes sparkled in the soft golden daylight that flooded in from the bakery windows. That same golden hued light made his fluffy blond hair almost seem like an angelic halo. There was no doubt in your mind, this was one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen.

“Hi there.” He replied, returning your kind smile and you were pulled out of your momentary trance of observation. “Welcome to Sugar on Top.” You said the name of the bakery you ran with your family with a bit of a shaky voice, your smile persisting some how. You prayed you weren’t smiling as wide as you thought you were. A smile that wide would terrify almost anyone. But he didn’t seem terrified, he seemed kind and gentle as he grinned back at you. “Thank you.” He replied, delight dancing in those blue eyes that looked back at you. “I haven’t seen you around before.” You noted. “Are you new in town?” You asked, mentally slapping yourself. You now had to seem like a stalker, that was a much too invasive question to ask someone you literally just met. No, you hadn’t even met him, you literally didn’t even know his name. To your surprise, he chuckled lightly and his expression seemed to be even more delighted. He looked down for a moment before looking back up to meet your eyes. “I am, actually.” He said. “Is it that obvious?” He added. “Well, everyone here knows everyone.” You replied. “And I don’t know you, so I could only assume that you’re new.” “I just moved here, actually.” He replied. “Trying to escape the town where I grew up.” He added with a shrug. “I just really needed a change in scenery.”

“I’m Peter, by the way.” He introduced himself as he took a look around to see the baked goods in the bakery. You flashed him a smile as you told him your name. “That’s such a lovely name.” Peter replied before repeating your name back to you, trying it out on his own tongue. “How long have you worked here?” He asked, walking back up to the counter and you could feel the rate of your heartbeat increase just slightly. “Most of my life.” You replied. “My family owns the place.” You added with a grin, trying to make it sound like you weren’t roped into some kind of child labor scheme. He nodded. “What about you?” You asked. “Do you have a job in town?” “I do, actually.” He replied. “I just started at the library today.” “You work at the library!” You almost shouted. “I love that place! I’m always there on my days off.” He smiled brightly at your words. “I’m assuming you like to read then?” He asked and you nodded. “Absolutely. There’s nothing better than a good book if you ask me.” “I agree.” He replied. “What do you recommend?” He asked. “Well my all time favorites are definitely the classics, Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, that kind of stuff but I’ve recently been reading the Great Gatsby and-” He started laughing, but not a mocking laugh. This was more of a laugh of someone laughing at something cute their partner was doing. You smiled as you looked at him curiously. “What?” You asked and he looked at you. “I was asking about the baked goods,” He replied, gesturing to the many ones on display. “Not books, although I am pleased to know that you have good taste.” He said and you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks. “Oh.” You said softly as you allowed yourself a moment to gather your opinions back up. “The pie.” You finally said. “I make them fresh every day.” You said. “Oh well if you make them then they must be good.” He said before giving you a wink. “Which one in particular is your favorite?” He asked curiously, eyeing the selection of pies that you just set out. “The one with Sugar on Top.”

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dysfunctionalaliens · 2 years

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Staff Room Crushes -Peter Ballard

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female Reader

Summary: Breaks in the lab bring not only gossip but confessions of hidden feelings

Warnings: Fluff, Peter struggling with his feelings, Bad Coffee and snacks, Accidental confessions, Flustered Peter, both Peter and reader have feelings for one another

Word count: 1.9k words

A/N: This was requested by @rebel-blue who asked for: Peter Ballard plus #19 “I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else.” from the prompt list. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys this! This is my first time writing Peter so it’s a test run.

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Drumming your fingers on the table, you stole a look at the clock on the wall, seeing that only a solid four minutes had passed since you last checked.

Breaks at the laboratory never felt like real breaks. They felt like timed moments of madness sitting alone in a bleak white room with shitty coffee and even worse food. Occasionally others would join you in sitting and waiting to return to normalcy but most would rather spend time walking around like a trapped animal or attempting to have casual conversations with one another.

You sipped the coffee you held in a white mug, the mug in question almost perfectly blending in with the white orderly outfit you wore and walls. The coffee tasted bland and off as you forced yourself to swallow, placing down the mug onto the table.

The door opening brought your attention finally to something else so you wouldn’t have to stare at the god-awful white walls and listen to the ticks of the clock. A woman appeared wearing a similar outfit to you, beaming once she saw you sitting stiffly at the staff table. She walked over fast, her heels clicking against the floor as she did.

“Hi (Y/N)!” Lisa greeted as she sat across from you, helping herself to the box of stale treats that sat upon the table. “Mhm, you won’t believe this.” She spoke as she bit into a pastry.

Lisa amazed you. She was always positive and perky despite being a prisoner at the laboratory the moment she stepped foot onto the grounds. She knew everyone and seemed to know everyone’s business. At first, you found her unnerving due to the positive energy but now found her energy much needed to combat the dull and even grim energy that roamed the lab halls.

“Oh? Please tell me what I simply won’t believe.” Your words were nothing to her as she finished her treat and leaned towards you. “Mary and David, you know them, right?” She grabs your wrist as she talks, “Linda says that she saw them together. Like together, together.” You can’t help the look of confusion that crossed your face at the news. “But I thought Mary was married?”

“So did I! But Linda says that she saw them being closer than just friends. Now I know I shouldn’t say this but.” Lisa’s voice drops to a whisper, “Is it really that bad? I mean we are kinda stuck here for God knows how long. Do you really think she’s ever going to see him again?” Her words cause you to pause and frown.

Lisa was partly correct. Anyone who became an orderly or even a nurse was trapped in the laboratory. Any family or spouses you had, you had to leave behind entirely to commit to your job. You knew Mary wasn’t going to see her husband again. And if she did, it wouldn’t be for years and years. Who knew if he would even be alive when she could. Or if she would be alive.

“Well, I guess congrats to her for finding some happiness in this place.” You finally speak after a ghost of a minute.

Lisa lets go of your wrist to steal a sip of your coffee, face scrunching up in displeasure as she does. “That’s awful. I can’t tell what’s worse, the amount of sugar you added or the coffee.” Her words causing you to roll your eyes in response.

“Is that all you have to tell me? The paper must be dry today.” Lisa snorts at your words before placing down the dirt water you had to call coffee. “Actually...” Her voice grows in pitch, immediately causing you to squint your eyes at her in distrust. “Lisa. Whatever you are about to tell me, better not make me walk out of this staff room.” You warn the woman who has a Cheshire grin on her face.

“Supposedly you have yourself an admirer. John told Linda, who told me, that he saw Peter watching you. And from what he said, it isn’t the first time he’s been caught staring at you.” Her words cause your cheeks to grow warm as you lean back in the squeaky staff chair.

Your feelings for the tall blond man were well known across the staff. You couldn’t even count the dozens of times you had been caught simply watching him as he did his daily tasks. You weren’t even sure what about him stole your attention, or why anytime you and him shared brief words you found yourself breathless and suddenly so aware of everything around you.

Peter was so perfect it unnerved you. No matter the time of the day you found yourself finally getting a glimpse of him, nothing about him was out of order. Not a single stray hair out of place nor a single wrinkle on his pristine white shirt.

But maybe that’s why you liked the man so much. Despite how he perfectly blended into everything the lab represented and was, you still couldn’t get him off your mind. He always lingered in the back of your mind as you cleaned or even while you prepared to turn in for the night.

“Peter watches everyone. There isn’t much else to do when we are stuck in the same cycle everyday. Remember he works directly with the kids. Dr.Brenner probably wants him to be aware of everything around him.” You grabbed your mug and placed it away from you both as you frowned. “Yeah but-” The staff room door opening cut the conversation short as you both turned to glance at who had entered.

Sure enough, there was the man of the hour. Peter almost seemed surprised at the presence of you two but quickly masked it with a polite smile. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” He questioned, tone curt and polite.

“No! I mean, no. I was just leaving. I gotta get back to work anyways, always on the clock.” Lisa was quick to stand, throwing you a look as she did. “I’ll see you later (Y/N), It was nice seeing you as well Peter.” Lisa was quick to say her goodbyes and all but flee the staff room leaving you alone with the man.

You couldn’t help but blink in shock at the now empty chair. Shock soon took over as you realized she had all but abandoned you with Peter.

“May I?” Peter’s question brought you out of your thoughts as you turned to see him gesturing to the now empty chair Lisa had once sat in. “Oh yes! Go ahead. It’s the staff room after all.” You quickly cringe as you accidentally state the obvious.

If Peter had noticed your stumble, he chose to ignore it as he sat himself down across from you. As always, he looked perfectly put together. Nothing out of place.

A moment of silence passes as the clock ticks to fill the space.

“So..how's your day going?” You asked the blond man across from you who smiled at your question.

“It’s going fine so far. It’s only about noon?” He pauses to glance at the staff clock, “Yes, only noon. The kids are taking a small break before attending to more lessons so I decided to spend my break here. I wasn’t expecting company though.”

“Oh, I could leave, if you want to be alone?” Peter shakes his head at his words and waves a hand. “No, In fact I’m glad you’re here. I feel like we never get to have time alone.” You feel the warmth return once more, his words immediately causing your brain to turn.

You begin to fidget, running your finger against the table in a line repeatedly. “Yeah, we both are pretty busy huh? Me cleaning this whole place and you working with the kids. I’ve seen you with them, you are great with them. Not trying to be creepy or anything...” You trail off feeling shyness begin to creep on you.

“I could say the same to you.” You raise an eyebrow in confusion at his words. “I’ve seen you talk to them when you think nobody is looking. The younger children seem to adore you.”

“Oh, I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought I was. I can’t help it; I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. I used to babysit the neighborhood kids when I was a teenager. My friends couldn’t believe I’d rather spend my nights after school watching toddlers or screaming five-year-old’s.” You chuckle as you speak.

“That’s good though. The kids need positive interactions between everything. And with how you seem to brighten up when talking to them, I would say it helps both you and them.” You both share a kind smile at his words. “They always get so happy when you enter to clean and give them that smile you always do. You don’t fake liking them and you don’t show fear towards them.”

“Of course not. They are just kids at the end of the day, they need kindness as they grow. I know Dr.Brenner doesn’t want us interacting with the children outside of professional acts, I just can’t help it. Rather it be just a smile at one of them or a small conversation, I’m not going to ignore them or treat them like how some of the other staff does.” Your nail tingles as you finally release your finger from the cycle of a line.

“Well still, it’s good what you are doing. It’s risky but I’m sure the children can’t help but get excited anytime you enter the rainbow room. That smile of yours no doubt making their day. I know it makes mine.” His words make your heart pound in your chest.

Peter’s expression changes to one of almost shyness, a look you had yet to ever see on his face. “Although I must admit, I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else that isn’t me. I know it’s silly as you are simply smiling at the children or even other staff, but I can’t help the jealousy that fills my mind.” Peter speaks as if his words don’t carry the weight of dozens of apples falling from a tree.

“Excuse me?” You found yourself whispering as your face grew boiling hot at the sudden words from the blond man.

“Oh, would you look at the time? I must be returning back to children for lessons.” His words are fast and rushed as he speaks, panic outlining them. As you steal a look at Peter as he stands up, you catch sight of his flushed cheeks. The red staining them almost like a paint splatter.

“Peter wait-” “I’ll see you soon I assume?” He questions as he all but throws himself away from the table and towards the door.

You knew if anyone walked in, you and Peter would be a sight for sore eyes. The shock painting your features and the red exploding on his face would no doubt be a pair the staff would never get tired of gossiping about for months.

Mouth unable to form words, you simply nodded as he opened the staff door.

“Goodbye (Y/N).”

“Goodbye Peter.” You respond as he all but runs out of the room, leaving you sitting at the staff table in shock.

His words replay in your mind as you bring a hand up to gently touch your cheeks that were flushed with warmth. You can’t help the small giggle that escapes you as you replay his words non stop in your mind.

Wait until Lisa hears about this.

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ilikefandoms · 2 years

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Safe - Peter Ballard

Summary - You are afraid of being captured back to the lab, and you can’t seem to relax. Peter helps you

Pronouns used - They/Them

A/N - God, this is my first time writing in over a year. Hope this didn’t suck

Warnings - Mentions of shock torture, OOC Peter ig? This is mainly gender neutral, but Peter does pick the reader up

Word Count - 1,474

You were on edge. You constantly felt like you were being watched: every phone that rang making you jump out of your skin, every security camera you came across felt like it was watching your every move, daring you to look directly at it so it could track, and hunt you down. And, considering you worked at the local supermarket, that wasn’t good thing.

Your boss had noticed how uneasy you were, and after an incident of you shattering a bottle of wine, after a customer had tapped you on the shoulder, she promptly asked you to go home and get some rest.

So arriving home, you kicked your shoes off, switched on the TV and collapsed on the couch. You tried to wind-down and relax, but you couldn’t. You hadn’t been able to relax, or even sleep, in what felt like days, and if you weren't careful, Peter would start to notice. You couldn’t worry him with this, he didn’t deserve more stress.

You jolted at the sudden sound of the front door opening. It was only Peter. “You’re home early darling,” Peter said, spotting you on the couch.

“Yeah, work sent me home early,” you said.

“How come,” Peter sat next to you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

“Couldn’t concentrate, the told me to go home,” you shrugged.

“Oh,” Peter responded, “I’m going to make pasta tonight, your favourite,” He smiled.

“You don’t have to,”

“Well, I bought the stuff for it at the little store next to work before I came home,” he remarked.

“Any reason?” you queried.

“Just want to treat my favourite person,” he planted a kiss on your cheek, “Just stay here, and I’ll call you through when it’s done,”

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” Peter stood up, “I have magic literally at my fingertips baby, you just relax,”

You stayed sat on the couch hearing the muffled clatter of pots and pans from the kitchen. You couldn’t relax. You thoughts were racing through your head.

What if Brenner found you?

What would he do to Peter?

What would he do to you?

Memories of the lab plagued your mind.

...You awoke with a groan, your limbs still shaking. Your electrical burns bandaged, but still throbbing in pain. You blinked a couple of times to clear your vision. You were in the infirmary, the white curtains that surrounded your bed giving it away.

“You should’ve stayed away from Peter when I told you to!” Dr Brenner's angry voice pierced your ears, as yet another shock was delivered to your abdomen by an Orderly.

“Please, make it stop, I’ll do anything!” you begged, tears streaming down your face. The pain was excruciating. You didn’t know how much more you could take of this. It felt as if your brain was bleeding out of your ears. Surely you wouldn’t make it...

You heard hushed voices from behind the curtains, “Please, just two minutes, I need to see them,”

“Fine. Two minutes, not a second more. I’m not putting myself on the line for you Peter,”

Peter. Peter was here.

You watched as the curtains were pulled back, and promptly closed again, revealing Peter, “Hi darling,” he was whispered.

“Hi,” you croaked out, as your boyfriend kneeled down next to your bed, and gently held your hand in his.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the back of your hand.

“It’s not your fault,” you squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Just promise me one thing,”

“Anything my love,”

“Get us out of here. I don’t know how much longer I can bare this,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears.

“I promise,”

“Darling, dinner’s ready!” Peter’s voice snapped you back from your trance.

You took a deep breath, as you dragged yourself off from the couch, and into the dining room. Peter was placing your plate at your place on the table, “Would you like a drink?” he asked, pulling your chair out.

“Just water please,”

Peter returned less than a minute later, and set the water down on the table, “Looks amazing” you smiled at Peter as you spoke, “Thank you,”

“Not a problem. You know I quite enjoy making it,” Peter told you. He hadn’t been able to cook before in his life, and when you escaped, he had bought cookbooks-a-plenty. He had enjoyed creating and tasting all these new foods with you, lots of which he had never had heard of before.

You said little as you ate, preferring to simply listen to Peter talk about his day at work. You let out a small laugh as he told the story about how his co-worker had spectacularly tripped over his own two feet. Peter always had the ability to make you laugh when you were feeling down.

You and Peter finished eating, and you both stood up, bringing your empty plates into the kitchen. You went to turn on the hot tap, and wash up, when Peter grasped your arm, “I’ll do it later darling,” and as you opened your mouth to protest, he said “Ah, ah, I won’t hear it. Come on,”

Your boyfriend held your hand, leading you back into the living room, and onto the couch. He faced you, and clasped your hands in his, “What’s going on with you Y/N?”

“What do you mean?” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Peter stated, “I’ve noticed how little sleep you’ve been getting, how jumpy you are, and how on edge you’ve been,”

You swallowed. You didn’t know you’d been that obvious.

“Look at me,” Peter said softly, “You can talk to me. You always can. I just want to help you,”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. How could you tell him what was going on in your mind? Wouldn’t that just make him just as paranoid? Would he be angry that you were thinking about the lab, and not this new life you had made for yourselves?

You felt a couple tears drop from your eyes, and hastily removed your hand from Peter’s to wipe them. It couldn’t hurt to try and tell him. It’s just Peter. Your Peter.

“I just..” you took a deep breath, composing yourself, “I keep thinking about the lab, and what they did to me - what they did to us, and I just keep wondering...” you trailed off, letting more tears fall.

“Wondering what, sweetheart?” Peter asked, wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs.

“What is they find us?” you blurted out, breathing heavily, “What if they take us back? What if they hurt us again?” your voice cracked as you spoke, “And, what if.. they take you away from me?” It was somehow worse to say out loud.

“Oh darling,” Peter pulled you into his lap, and wrapped his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his shoulder, “They’re not going to find us. But, if in a ten-million to one chance that they do, they’re not going to take us. I’m going to protect you. I would never let them take me away from you,”

“Promise?” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I promise,” he affirmed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You looked up at him, still sniffing, but no tears escaped from your eyes, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” he presses his lips to yours, “Lets go to bed, yeah?”

You nodded, and before you could get up, Peter was tightening his grip around you, and stood up, carrying you to your shared bedroom.

Peter gently placed you onto your queen-sized bed, pulled out some comfy pyjama trousers, and one of his oversized t-shirts for you to wear from the chest of draws in the corner of the room, then proceeded to get changed himself. He had put on a plain pair of pyjama trousers.

Once your were both changed, he guided you in silence to your en suit bathroom, to brush your teeth. He then guided you back to your side of the bed, and opened the covers for you to get in.

Switching his bedside lamp off, and getting into his own side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around you yet again, “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now darling?”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure,”

“Do you want me to help?” he asked.

“Please,” you nodded.

Peter slowly trailed his hand up, and down your back. You started to feel more relaxed, feeling like you could almost sink into the mattress. His hand traced up your back once more, this time, lightly pressing onto your temple with his fingers.

And, just like that, all your worries were gone. All those bad memories were nowhere to be seen. You felt at peace, your brain full with happy memories of you and Peter. You slowly drifted away into a slumber.

“Sleep well my love,” Peter whispered, wiping his bloody nose with a tissue, and placing it in the bin next to the bed, “I’ll be right here when you wake up. I promise.”

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keep-on-burnin · 2 years

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“I’m In Love With You Too” • Jamie Campbell-Bower

author’s note: Gosh I haven’t posted in decades!! I apologize for just disappearing, so here’s a short fluffy Jamie imagine for you<3

warnings: nothing just pure fluff, though there may be a few grammar mistakes sorry!!

“Jamieee” She whined softly from the comfort of the dark grey sofa in the middle of the living room. The fireplace was bright with flames, the tv set on a random channel and my shivering body was now covered with a heavy quilt. That night was a cooler night, and nights like those were meant for tea and cuddles by the fireplace.

Jamie’s shirtless figure stood in the kitchen making the apple cinnamon tea she had requested. She watched as he moved about the space. He was in his own little world, too spaced out to notice her calling his name.

“Jamie” She calls again, this time he turned around and smiled. Seeing the beautiful girl wrapped tightly in the blanket made him feel all warm inside. He admired her a second longer, running his piercing blue eyes over her facial features. Though he was at least 10 feet away from her, he could still see how her eyes sparkle under the fire light.

“Are you almost done?” She asked, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth at the dazed state her boyfriend was in.

Jamie turned back to the mugs quickly to take the tea bags out and stir some sugar into her tea. The smile seemed to stick to his face the whole time he does this.

Finally, he made his way over to the couch with two hot cups. He set them down on the wooden end table by her head.

She smiled up at him as she moved the quilt to the side so the blonde man could slip in beside her. Jamie took his place behind the girl, wrapping his arms lovingly around her waist. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. He began to leave soft kisses along her soft skin, causing a sweet chuckle to leave her lips.

In that moment, everything else in the world seemed to stop. Nothing was heard but the faint crackling of the fire and her laboured breaths. Nothing was felt but the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her skin against his lips. No one else existed but them in the coziness of their shared apartment.

“I’m in love with you” Jamie whispered against her neck, leaving another kiss to where his confession had landed on her skin. He could feel her breathing hitch as the words left his mouth. Shit he thought. What if she didn’t feel the same? Of course over their 8 month long relationship they had both said the three magical words I love you on many occasions. The phrase was second nature by now, but hearing the words “I’m in love with you” caused the girls mind to short circuit. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard fall from his mouth. She couldn’t form words, or even thoughts for that matter. So she did the only thing she knew she could do in that moment to show him what she wanted to say. She swiftly turned around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands. Her smile was all he needed to see to know that she did indeed feel the same. And to seal the deal, she planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. That’s when his mind short circuited. The world truly did stop when they shared the kiss.

As they both pulled away, she leant her forehead against his. Her eyes were still shut, but his were open. He once again admired her beauty, but this time he could see every freckle on her skin along with the soft blush that appeared on her cheeks.

Just before he falls into another love-drunk daze, she parted her lips to say the one thing he so desperately wanted to hear from her.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Hope you enjoyed🫶 please send in some requests for some stranger things characters! I’ve been on an eddie/steve/billy/001 rampage recently

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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soft things Peter/001 does to show that he loves the reader

How Peter Ballard Shows His Love

headcanons

summary: the little things peter does to show his love for you

pairing: peter ballard x reader

warnings: none :)

note: i could look for gifs of jamie all day he’s literally breathtakingly beautiful please send more 001 requests i could talk about him for hours !!

I feel like Peter wants to be so affectionate he just isn’t super sure how to go about it.

Your relationship is still a secret, so PDA isn’t really an option. He does, however, sneak into your room late at night during the guards’ shift changes.

He actually really loves to cuddle. At first, he was a little awkward because he didn’t have much experience but he eventually really warmed up to the idea.

He especially loves to hold you !! When he’s feeling a little overwhelmed or anxious, though, he’ll ask you to hold him, which is really nice because it means that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable.

The staff gets very little time outside, however he spends that time finding the prettiest flowers to pick for you. He’ll press them into a notebook and give it to you whenever he can.

He tends to show his love through acts of service. He’ll make sure that you have breakfast, he’ll organize your things for you, he’ll take your shift if you’re tired, etc. He likes to do little inconspicuous things like that for you.

He’ll also take the blame for anything you do wrong, which often subjugates him to hours of electric shock punishments, but he never regrets it. He’d rather take the blame for all your wrongdoings than let you get hurt.

He really likes to hold your hand. He’ll play with your fingers or rings, especially if he’s feeling anxious.

On some occasions, he takes the risk of falling asleep in your bed. He knows that he’ll have difficulty sneaking back to his room before morning, but he adores watching you sleep peacefully. He really enjoys quiet moments like that, it makes him feel more human.

He creates multiple plans to help you escape, even if he can’t come with you. You usually choose to stay, refusing to leave him behind, but the thought is incredibly appreciated.

He has a few books that he likes to reread to you whenever he can. Late at night, he’ll lay in your bed, one hand supporting his head and the other holding a book, while you lay quietly on his chest.

He always remembers your birthday !! Nobody really celebrates things like that in the lab but he’ll always make sure to have a small gift for you or extra time to spend with you on this day.

He lets you play with his hair !! It’s really a win-win because his hair is so soft that you could play with it for hours and he adores having his hair played with. It puts him to sleep so fast !!

Every now and then, when he’s feeling soft or is missing you, he’ll write you a little letter detailing how much you mean to him and he’ll slip it under your door.

He’s very caring !! He’ll always check up on you and make sure you’re doing okay.

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I would if I could - Peter Ballard x GN reader

18+

Warnings: smut, spitting/saliva, choking

“You’re very clingy, you know that right?” Peter asks as he finds you’ve walked into his room to see him for the millionth time in a row.

“‘M sorry. Just love you.”

“I know you do. Come here.” He says softly, holding an arm out to you, pulling you closer until you’re standing right beside his bed where he was sat on the edge.his hands find your hips and rest ever so gently on the top of them.

“Can I ask you something, can you promise you won’t get mad?” You question, becoming apprehensive right after it left your mouth. You had to say it now, he didn’t like when people backpedaled or don’t say what they need to say.

“Hmm. Sure, go ahead.” He allows, looking up at you.

“You think you could ever love me? Like the way I love you?”

“You know I would if I could, it’s just not in me, little one. I don’t know how to love anybody or anything.” He’s stern but also defeated in the way he speaks the words.

You pout slightly, but you understand. He’s not a normal person, he doesn’t have normal emotions. All that mattered was that when you looked down into his ocean eyes that you found the smallest semblance of endearment for you and only you.

He pulls your hips now, and you onto him, straddling his lap. You giggle at the suddenness of it and how you nearly fell when he grabbed you. You wrap your arms around his neck, draping them over his shoulders as you cuddle into him, breathing in his scent buried in his shoulder.

“You’re holding onto me awfully tight, what’s going on?” He questions.

“Nothing. Just missed you all day. You didn’t even talk to me.” He had, in fact, been distant that day, but you knew deep down it wasn’t personal.

“I was busy, baby. I work here, you know, I don’t just live here like you. I have responsibilities.”

“I know.” You pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes, a stupid little smile plastered on your face and a little blush coming to your cheeks as you look at him. You immediately want to hide back into his shoulder but he stops you.

“Such a sweet thing. So shy.”

“Am not.” You attempt to fight against his words but fail, opting to just kiss him instead. It was soft and kind unlike anything you’d ever felt, and you could never get enough of it.

He presses his lips back against yours, hands still at your hips and moving up to your waist. He repeats this a few times, and you can’t help but break out in a fit of giggles. He pulls back and looks at you with a genuinely puzzled expression.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I’m just ticklish.” You smile.

You lean back in, this time going for the side of his neck to kiss it but he stops you.

“No. Not right now. Just be good, okay?”

You hated being good but loved the way he’d praise you after you were so you decided to obey.

He was on your mind all the next day, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. How much you loved him, you loved him to the point it was all you could think about. Every thought in your brain had been replaced with Peter. You wanted to cling to him forever, to never have to be separated. He was the only stable thing you had in your life, so you can’t help the level to which you adored him.

After dinner, after the day was pretty much over, you come back to him. He isn’t surprised one bit, it’s almost like he was waiting for you like clockwork.

He wasn’t in bed yet, just sitting at his desk doing some sort of paperwork or worksheet when you came in. He quickly abandoned whatever it was to bring his gaze to you. You stood for a moment, fiddling with your fingers awaiting his words.

“What are you being shy for now?” He questions.

“I dunno, just being good. Waiting for your permission.” You shrug.

“For what, exactly?”

“To…. Approach?” You reply, sounding suddenly unsure of yourself, a little embarrassed at the way you worded it.

“You have permission,” he half-laughs, holding his arms out slightly to signal you over.

You smile, climbing in his lap to sit on his thigh as he stays in the desk chair. It was nicer than the one you had in your room, but still kinda shitty. You didn’t mind. “I missed you.” You tell him, wrapping your arms around him in a sitting-down hug.

“Missed you too.” He replies simply.

“So am I?” You question after a minute.

“Are you what?” He responds, a little unsure what you’re talking about.

“Am I good? Cmon, tell me I’m good, please”

He chuckles, placing a hand on your thigh and rubbing it up and down slightly over the fabric of your pants.

“Yes, you are. You’re a good pet. Only for me.”

“Only for you.” You confirm, blushing.

You spend the evening with him in his room, just talking and cuddling after you moved to his bed from the chair obligatorily. At about 10, he breaks the comfortable silence you both sat in. Or, lay in. Right beside one another.

“It’s about time you need to go back to your own room and go to sleep. You know I wish you could sleep here just as much as you would like to but you can’t.”

You lifted your head from where it was laying against his chest.

“I know, but not yet, please?” You ask with a slight pout, looking him in the eye.

“Hmm, I don’t know-“ he starts, stopping mid sentence when you’re finally able to get your lips on his neck. It was something you loved to do, and he couldn’t say he didn’t thoroughly enjoy it as well. He had already established that kisses and small bites are fine, just no hickeys and no marks. To you, leaving marks was the best part, but you understood why he couldn’t have them.

His eyes screw shut at the feeling of you attacking his sensitive skin, kissing and licking all up and down the length of his neck. You worked from the curve of his shoulder all the way up to his earlobe where he shivered every time without fail when you nibbled on it. You had your eyes shut too, enjoying the taste and feeling of his skin beneath your lips and tongue.

“Okay, 30 more minutes.” He manages to finally push out the words, feeling you smile against him after he says them. His muscles relax, his head rolls slightly to the side giving you total access.

You knew exactly how to make him weak, get him where you wanted him. You both know he liked it, all the things you do that he pretends is a nuisance to him.

After a few minutes, he reaches up to bunch his hand up in your hair, using it to pull you back to his face so he can connect his lips with yours in a heated and desperate kiss. In reality, you were probably the desperate one, panting and breathing heavily with need. He noticed this, turning to his side to face you, hands beginning to roam your body.

They find your ass, pulling you into him as close as possible, so close that you can feel his hard dick pressing against your front. This immediately makes you moan into his mouth, growing even more desperate if that was even possible.

You slip your hand down in between the both of you to rub your palm over his erection feverishly and attempting to start working on his pant button and zipper. The belt was long discarded, taken off and sat down across the room somewhere before getting comfortable in bed with you.

He grabs your wrist out of instinct- for some reason he always did that, effectively stopping you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him gently, checking in to make sure he was okay.

“Nothing. You just- you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He smiles. He fucking smiles and it’s so damn beautiful. You feel your heart melt in your chest at the sight of him being so sweet and vulnerable which he normally was not.

He releases your hand and you pull it away just in case. You come to rest it against the side of his face instead while you continue kissing deeply, tongues fighting for dominance and his winning like always.

“No, please keep doing that.” He asks desperately when he notices your hand now on his cheek instead of where he wanted it.

You smile and snake your hand back down between your two bodies and stroking him through his pants. He pushes back against your touch, rutting his hips into your hand as if he’s a dog in heat. You effectively get the button undone this time when he doesn’t stop you.

Then you were wanting him to take it all off himself because you couldn’t get his clothes off on your own. He reaches down to assist you in pushing his pants and underwear down his legs, and you start unbuttoning his white shirt from the top down. You place kisses on his chest as more of it becomes exposed to you.

It was pale, the skin stretched across it. Soft to the touch but also firm beneath, muscles not insanely apparent visually but able to be felt on contact beneath your touch. You climb on top of him, sitting on his cock with only a thin layer between you both, which would be your underwear. You grind down on him, feeling the friction you get on your clit from doing so and can’t seem to stop.

You lean down to kiss him, then his neck, rubbing your clothed core up and down the length of him til he can’t take the indirect contact any longer.

He gently pulls you off of him, flipping you over and pulling your sweater off and removing your outer layer. This left you in just your underwear and your paper thin gown from which your hard nipples were poking from beneath the fabric.

You eagerly follow his instructions before he even has the chance to say them, sliding your panties down your legs and opening them for him. He starts to make a comment about how it’s like you read his mind, but then remembered you could and that would be a dumb thing to say.

Regardless, he groans watching you get ready for him so excitedly, so desperate to get him inside of you.

His big veiny hands reach to push up the fabric of your dress and it gathers around your hips, letting him get a good look at your pussy before he destroys it. You just lay back and wait for his next move, a fire in your stomach burning, spreading. You can’t help but squirm in anticipation.

His lips find yours once more as he hovers over you, holding himself up with one arm of which the hand of was planted right by your head. His other hand came to wrap around the base of your throat, squeezing lightly to watch your reaction. How with every bit of force added made you dumber and dumber as you struggled to breathe.

Feeling him choking you made you moan out, a sound that escaped your throat and left your mouth without permission. When you do this, your mouth falls open and he takes the perfect opportunity to spit down at you, mostly into your mouth. The rest on your face, but you didn’t mind one bit. You probably look pretty with his spit all over your skin, you think.

You did your best to swallow it right away, but struggled a bit with the pressure on your throat so he let go and watched you swallow his saliva down with glistening eyes, looking up at him.

He reaches down between your spread legs, getting a feel for how ready you were for this and finding out immediately. Your center was so sticky and wet, and he’s just wondering if it’s tight too.

It was, it always was. You were perfect for him, so pretty, sweet, and fuckable and he often wondered how a person as bad as him was blessed with someone like you.

You both remember that even though it may feel that way, that you don’t have forever to spend like this, and you need to get back to where you’re supposed to be soon. You pull him down to you, kissing his lips with need and pausing only to ask him to give it all to you.

With that, he presses in, only slightly at first. You look like an angel so much that it’s hard to remember you aren’t as fragile as he thinks.

“All of it, please. I want it, I need it. Please.” You whisper against his lips urgently and he fully enters you, steadily fucking you while you felt the stretch slowly dissipate and pleasure take it’s place.

“Fuck, it’s so good.” He mumbles quietly, almost as if to just be to himself he’s talking to. “God, so good.”

You keep your lips pressed against his, using it to help quiet your pretty noises that arise from the feeling of him pushing in and pulling out of you at a delicious pace. The pace is fast, faster than normal, and you can tell he’s trying to cum quickly so neither of you get caught and in trouble.

Someone was bound to check your bedroom sooner or later, you knew that too. You realized that all the time spent talking and kissing made way for no time to let you get off too, and just started encouraging him.

“Need your cum, please. Want it so bad.” You beg and encourage him in a whispery tone, and his thrusts get sloppier. You felt every bit of it, from the initial twitching to every single drop of his hot load coming into contact with your walls, to the way he begins to soften just the slightest bit inside you. He breathes heavily for a moment, frozen in time. Only for that moment.

You both rush to get dressed once again, but you don’t quite go. You stand near the door as if you were waiting for something, and he looks at you confusedly. You roll your eyes, coming back to him as he sat on the bed.

Bending down, you place a sweet kiss on his lips and stay there for a moment after, just pressing your foreheads against each other.

“I love you.”

You always tell him, you have to tell him. You need him to know, even if he can’t say it back to you. That doesn’t matter. He looks up at you and smiles, dimple forming on his cheek.

You relish in the sight, such a sweet and pretty boy. You would love to see him more vulnerable some day, but this was the closest you could get for now.

The look he gives you when you tell him you love him could keep you up for days, it could move mountains. It changed your life, changed his too.

“Alright, go.” He gently shoos you away, knowing you could stand there all night and wouldn’t ever go back to your room if you had the choice. You slip away, pulling the door shut softly behind you, then slip into your own bed once you get there.

You totally forget about the lack of orgasm, it doesn’t bother you as you lay in your own bed tonight thinking about him until you drift off to sleep. Physically, you were alone, but you never really were. Not when you know that the love of your life is just down the hall sleeping safely in his own space. You can only pray he’s dreaming about you too.

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henrywintersslut · 2 years

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pervert!Peter x innocent!reader where he makes her hump his naked cock to 'stop it from hurting'

peter’s teeth clench together in an effort to not let out a sound. he looks at your naked form with halflidded eyes and moves your hips a bit faster along his cock.

“already feels s’much better, angel. you’re doing such a great job.” he gives you a soft smile and groans through his clenched teeth as he feels your hole flutter from the praise.

you look at him with watery eyes and moan softly, “my stomach feels funny, peter…” he just smiled at you and whispered rushed “shows that you are getting better too, angel.”

#001 imagine #001pleasesnapmyneck #henry creel #peter ballard #peter ballard imagine #peter ballard smut #001 #001 smut #001 stranger things #001 x reader #henry creel smut #henry creel x reader

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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i think a 001 x reader where the reader has a bunch of tattoos and lets the kids color them in and hes just sitting back admiring them would be so cute

(your work is literally amazing bro 😭😭😭<3)

Colour Me In

Peter Ballard (001) x Gender Neutral!Reader | FLUFF

AN: thank you for loving my work! this was the sweetest ask and I hope you enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!

Working at Hawkin’s National Laboratory was difficult most days. But some days were just worth all the trouble. The children here were all just a bit older than eight, and they simply adored going to the Rainbow Room. No matter how tired or overworked they were from their training in the mornings, they all rushed to the colourful setup to spend time with all the puzzles and games waiting for them inside. And it broke your heart a little, knowing that this facility would most likely be all they would ever know growing up.

“Excuse me…” 011 gently tapped you on your shoulder, her wide eyes looking up at you. “Colour?”

You were confused for a second…looking at 011, and then to the red marker she had in her hand, cap off, and the felt tip poised above your arm.

“Colour? You want to colour on my arm?”

She nodded enthusiastically and wiggled the pen in her hand for emphasis.

You rolled the white sleeve of your uniform up to your elbow and showed her the dainty tattoos across the inside of your arm. They were thin branches, curling around your wrist up to your elbow, cherry blossoms adorning them and falling off in small little petals. The pink ink had faded and was no more than a dusting of colour now. You hadn’t had time for a touch up with how busy you were.

Without a word, 011 began to brush the pen across the small little flowers, the felt tickling your arm in the process. A few of the other children stopped what they were doing to steal a quick glance at the two of you, curious as ever.

After a while, you had three children crowding around your arm, not even bothering to keep within the lines like 011 did. They made small little squiggles all over your arm, even getting a few small dots of ink onto your pristine white uniform. But you didn’t mind. The children were happy and that was all that mattered. Seeing those little smiles on their faces was all you needed. You could worry about the stains later.

The intercom came on to announce lunch. The children “awww’ed” and set down their pens, obediently getting to their feet and making their way to the dinner hall.

You sighed and picked up the markers they’d left on the floor, a small smile on your face as you looked at the doodles they’d left for you.

“You are such a celebrity here, I must say I am impressed,” Peter said, just a small bit jealous of the attention the children had given to you today. He was usually their favourite.

“Aww, do you want to draw on me too?” you cooed, teasing him and waving a marker in his face.

Without a word, he snatched the purple marker from your grasp and took your hand in his. He drew a small little heart on your hand.

“There,” he said, passing the marker back to you with a grin on his face, those eyes of his shining with pride, “now I don’t have to be jealous anymore.”

It was an understatement to say that you spent the rest of your day staring down at that little heart, a foolishly large grin on your face.

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joekeeray · 2 years

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Worthy

part two to broken camera/after dark series + read part one here + final part coming soon!

pairing: Peter Ballard/Nurse!Female Reader

summary: Peter wants something from his nurse companion that might be more than she's willing to give...or it might be exactly what she wants too.

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, oral sex (male receiving) aka a good old blowjob, dirty talking, throat fucking (if u know me irl no u dont), praising with a mix of degradation, minor possessive undertones, he's a warning on his own so tread carefully, aftercare cause yes, still not confident in my characterization of him? but jamie <3 , beta read, edited by a couple of clowns

note: the way I’ve gone full clown is not even funny like im flabbergasted with myself// this was per request and i used the prompt request 'open up' for this by @gothbitchshit ! Thanks in advance for reading and godspeed babes 🫡

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Despite what Peter had said, when she first met him in his bedroom all those months ago on a call she wasn’t immediately thinking of being with him intimately like this. No, as a nurse, she was rather concerned with his well being and the marks on his neck that were inflamed and red. She wanted to help him, because that’s her job.

And yet, after he’d just fucked her stupid not even 10 minutes ago, she couldn’t think of a single time where she wasn’t craving him like this, where she didn’t dream of being on her knees for him like she was right now. Where she wasn’t imagining the way he’d look down at her with his pretty blue eyes sparkling at the mere sight of her and his blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. He looked like someone so worthy of kneeling for.

One of his hands were on her cheek, thumb rubbing and smudging the light mascara she usually wore that was staining underneath her eye and she leaned into his touch like her life depended on it, like he was pulling her back to reality when he was the very reason she wasn’t in it right now.

“Is this what you want?”

It was a dumb question. He was buried in her now aching cunt just moments ago, finishing off right inside of her, she could even feel his release dripping from between her thighs under her wrinkled uniform skirt. So of course it was what she wanted, but he just wanted to hear her say it and she would. She would say she wanted him over and over again if that’s what he wanted.

“Yes, yes, it’s what I want,” she told him, her voice desperate as her eyes wanted to move to his cock that was displayed right before her, ready to touch him and take him into her mouth, but the moment her gaze faltered was the moment his hand was no longer tenderly holding her cheek but rather grasping her chin and forcing her to look back up at him.

“I didn’t give you permission yet,” he told her with a click of his tongue, “I want you to tell me again, tell me that you want my cock in your mouth. Then, ask me. Say please.”

His demands were enough to make her cunt throb with excitement, and she complied embarrassingly fast, telling him that she wants him, asking and begging him to let her suck him off and feel good. With every word she said, every phrase, every please a content smile returned to Peter’s lips, and the hold on her chin loosened and as he gave her a single nod as he dropped his hand to his side.

Afraid that her eagerness would upset him again, she forced herself to take her time, allowing herself a few seconds to simply admire the cock that was before her. It glistened with her release under the fluorescent lights, and looked absolutely inviting, except she wasn’t sure she could fit it inside of her mouth or at least all of it.

Still, she wanted to try, for him because he had fucked her so well with his fingers and cock that she wanted to repay the favor by getting him off with her mouth. With the camera broken, who knew when she could get another chance like this?

Peter was staring down at her, relishing in the way she was simply staring at him. Her eyes blissed out already, but still wanting to take him in her mouth. And she was just so pretty on his knees for him like this, her face shining with sweat and her chest heaving up and down with every deep breath she was taking.

“Did you get shy all of a sudden? What happened to the eager girl from before?” Peter asked her, watching her lips as her tongue swept across them and he could only imagine what it might feel like on his cock, “I don’t want to rush you, but we actually are on a time-”

He sucked in a breath when he felt her hand on him, grasping the base of his cock and gently stroking it up and down. He was pretty sensitive from coming earlier that the gesture caused his hips to jerk forward, and a quiet moan to erupt from the bottom of his throat.

She looked up at him, having heard him, and he exhaled deeply as he said, “There you are.”

She didn’t say anything in reply, just gazing up at him through her lashes as she continued to jerk him off in an attempt to get him hard again, which wasn’t very far off. Watching him, she could tell he was forcing any kinds of moans down, watching his throat bob as he tried to contain them, and she wondered then if she could get him to moan too.

“I like hearing you, Peter,” she told him, “I want to hear it, I want to hear you moan for me. Can you please?”

His blue eyes met hers, not expecting such a statement really, but appreciating her please and with a small smirk on his lips he said, “Wrap your lips around me, and we’ll see.”

Excitement coursed through her then, and she felt a surge of energy erupt through her as well before she was doing as told. Her head leaned toward him, lifting his half-hard cock to her mouth as she parted her lips. He felt her breath on his tip first, before she was leaning in and swiping her tongue across him.

His hips buckled forward as she licked him, tasting herself on his cock the way she tasted herself when he spit into her mouth earlier and it encouraged her to move forward, wrapping the head of him with her lips finally as her hand continued to work the length of his shaft.

Peter was trying to be patient, trying not to thrust directly into her mouth at the very second he felt her take him in.

“Yes, that’s it,” he told her, “Take me deeper, yes.”

Her tongue swirled around his tip before she flattened it and began to take more of him into her mouth with ease and a determination to get him to moan for her. He was stubborn though, his once steady breaths turning heavier and heavier and she knew he was purposely keeping the noises she wanted him to make from coming out.

It made her whine around him, and he chuckled, knowing why she was pouting, and he said, “It’s not going to be that-” a hitch of his own breath cut off his sentence when she swirled her tongue again and he inhaled deeply before continuing, “It’s not going to be that easy. I encourage you to keep trying though.”

And she did so by taking him deeper, enveloping more of him into the heat of her mouth which earned her a breathy curse rather than a moan. She began to suck him into her mouth, being sure to keep her eyes lifted on him, needing to see him be the one to break and moan for her.

His teeth had captured his bottom lip, quiet pants being the only audible sounds from him, and his brows were slightly furrowed as she started to bob her head back and forth. He released his bottom lip, cursing once again, but this time it was much more shaky and she took that as a win.

Peter’s hand had found her hair finally, but he didn’t pull or grab at her hair like before and rather kept it there as she sucked his cock, only going as far as half of him while one of her hands stroked and took care of the rest. His cock had become completely hard then, and he seethed.

“You’re that greedy, aren’t you? Getting me hard again with that filthy mouth of yours,” he said, “So determined, so desperate…so good and perfect.”

The word perfect had her moaning around him, and he smiled wickedly down at her, enjoying how with every good praise, every compliment she worked harder and harder for him. She was going to make him come again, and he was going to let her, giving her what she wanted though? That was going to take more like he said and he hoped she could take it like she took him a while ago.

In the midst of his thoughts, his eyes caught movement then, and he noticed that one of her hands was underneath her skirt. His eyebrows grew taunt, and his expression hardened as he realized what she was doing.

“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was harsh suddenly, and she paused in her spot, not even really realizing that her fingers were rubbing her swollen clit and spreading their collective releases over it. He clicked his tongue at her again, as if disappointed, and he said, “I want you to make me come again, not yourself.”

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving her suddenly feeling so empty and he shook his head. Her eyes shot up to meet his, his eyes were almost glaring at her and she hummed in confusion.

“I’m sorry, I…I honestly didn’t realize it,” she admitted to him with a hoarse voice and she removed her hand from her pussy. His eyes stayed trained on her, flashing to her hand for a second before. She couldn’t read his expression from down there, didn’t know what that shift in his gaze meant when he was suddenly reaching toward to touch the back of her head.

“You surprise me,” he suddenly said without explanation, and his eyes narrowed down on her as he said, “…open up.”

Uncharacteristically, she didn’t listen right away. She had a feeling where this might be going, as Peter wasn’t going to let her have control over him and set the pace she sucked him off at the entire time. A fuzzy feeling went over her, mixed with a sort of uncertainty she felt before about whether or not she could do it.

He could tell she was suddenly put off, even just slightly, and he couldn’t have that. He hummed softly, “I want you to take all of me…” His other hand was touching her chin then, his thumb finding her bottom lip that was wet and swollen, “You told me you could take it, remember?”

His words struck something inside of her, and the hold he had on her since she waltz into this lab thinking there was a scientist in need of medical assistance took over again, and she was lowering her jaw for him. Peter grinned at her, almost menacingly before he released her jaw.

“Good, now stick your tongue out, yes, just like that, good girl,” he praised her when he felt her tongue flatten underneath his hard cock as he began to push himself past her lips, “Being so good for me…” he started to push deeper into her mouth slowly, making her mouth open wider until the tip reached the back of her throat.

She was quick to gag, her hands moving upward to grasp his thighs and Peter gently stroked her hair and said breathlessly, “Just relax, you’re doing so well for me…”

Her hands clenched the white fabric of his slacks that was still on him, feeling the leather belt he had to wear between her hands, and tried to comply, attempting to relax her throat and lavish in the gentle hold on the back of her head and his soothing voice, encouraging her and praising her.

Peter felt her relax around him, and he took the opportunity to shove the rest of his length in her mouth, his gentle hold becoming firm until he was completely engulfed in her mouth. She sputtered around his cock still, almost like she was gasping for air and he could feel her nails through his clothes and he seethed and lowered his head as he said, “Breathe through your nose- you want me to moan for you? This will get you what you want.”

She felt tears prick at the side of her eyes, her mouth filling so fucking full that she was sure she could feel him in her chest, and she willed herself to calm down, to relax like he said, and to breathe. She’d given head before, but never like this, and she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her and tell her how good she’s making him feel…she wanted to hear him moan again.

Her grip loosened on him, and she lifted her eyes to meet him, telling him with them that she was okay, that she could go on, and when she saw him smile and pant at her, she suddenly felt the desire to touch herself again even though he told her she wasn’t allowed to.

“I know it’s what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he told her, sounding like a promise, and he pulled out of her mouth about halfway before moving back in, releasing a quiet moan that she almost didn’t hear, “Yeah, I’ll give it to you.”

A series of moans slipped past his lips then, soft and endearing and incredibly hot as he slowly slipped his cock in and out of her mouth. Her body already felt like it was on fire, and the noises he was starting to make were just fanning the flames.

She even met one of his thrusts, and it made him laugh breathlessly at her need and eagerness that continued to impress him even now. She was doing so fucking well for him, taking all of him in, and there was nothing in the world right now that he could think of that would feel just as good as her on her knees for him and letting him fuck her inviting mouth.

A possessiveness had come over Peter at this moment as he gazed down at the pretty nurse, and he wondered who else had the pleasure to see her in such a way, to know how her lips felt wrapped around their cock. It made him irrationally frustrated that she had definitely belonged to someone else before, spent time like this with them, and already he was thinking of ways to make sure he would be the last.

In his possessive thoughts, his thrusts had become more frequent, more fast, and his moans less soft and more like a deep, rough groan that came from deep within his chest and yet she was still being good, keeping her eyes open and mouth wide and tongue flat.

“Are you going to make me come again? You are fucking greedy,” his voice was strained, and heavy, “Yeah you are, fuck, you love it, admit it, you love it.”

Her response was a gagged hum around his cock, and he laughed as one hand rubbed the top of her head and he said, “Don’t worry about responding, I know you do. I can tell with how eager and greedy you are…being a good girl and letting me fuck your mouth like this.”

His words were starting to become shattered with every moan and grunt he let slip out from every thrust into her mouth, from every sputtered noise she made when she felt herself choking on his length that vibrated pleasantly against him.

“I’m-” he groaned as he got a tighter hold on her hair, “I’m going to go faster.”

His warning came as fast as it was gone, giving her little time to actually heed the warning before he was picking up the pace of his thrusts until he was almost fully slamming himself in and out of her mouth.

“When I come…” he said between grunts and thrusts, “You’re mine, and I need you to say it. I need you fucking say it.”

He shoved his cock into her mouth again, keeping it there and looking down at her. She was gazing up at him still, and he could see tears streaming down her cheeks, and once again feel her hands grasping him.

“Tell me you understand, tap my thigh twice, tell me you will,” he said, and what followed was two taps with her right hand. He exhaled and grinned manically while he praised her with another good girl, my good filthy girl before bucking his hips forward and using her mouth.

Moans and grunts and curses slipped through his lips, giving her exactly what she wanted again and more as her name too joined those moans of his and now she really wanted to touch herself because he sounded so fucking hot like this that she was sure she could get off just to his sounds of complete pleasure.

So, she held herself up, even as the slight panic began to sear through her that she wouldn’t be able to last with him fucking her throat like he was, afraid that she might collapsed before he could come and she really, really wanted him to. She needed to hear him when he did, she needed to take all of him in, and she needed to tell him what he wanted her to say afterward.

Yours, she thought incoherently, I’m yours.

His cock hit the back of her throat again, causing her to gag around him once again, and it nearly sent him over the edge right then, and there.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted at the feeling of her throat clenching him, and he said, “You’re going to make me come, fuck, you are, so fucking greedy…”

His voice was completely shattered now, words broken with grunts as he buried himself into her mouth and let out a guttural groan.

“Fuck, fuck I’m going to come,” he told her now through gritted teeth, as his eyes slightly rolled back.

A choked hum rose from her stuffed throat, and she clung to his legs once again for dear life as she prepared for him to come down her throat when the hold on her hair was suddenly being grasped tighter, sending a familiar stinging pain to her scalp.

“Look at me, look up at me, and don’t fucking move,” his voice was course and demanding, and before she knew it, he was actually pulling her away from his cock much to her confusion and dismay, but also relief as she immediately began to cough, feeling her own spit dripping from her bottom lip and onto the ground below her. He demanded for her to look at him again, his voice sending a shockwave through her as she did as told, forcing her head upwards to meet his gaze as his hand quickly replaced her mouth on his cock and he jerked himself off.

She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t expected the hot, ropes of cum hitting her on her face, decorating her lips and cheeks, and the skin of her chest that followed a mere few seconds after she looked up at him. She actually gasped, eyes fluttering as he let out a long, drawn out groan that was practically sex to her ears and continued to come all over her.

He sounded so fucking good, his moans and curses scratching something in her brain nothing else could. He looked so good too, his eyes blown out, lips parted and releasing fast, pants, and his pretty blonde hair disheveled. And fuck he also felt so good, his cum all over her face and chest and sticking to her skin. She stuck her tongue out, licking up the cum on her lips and moaning at the taste of him.

Peter was panting heavily, his hand still wrapped around his now soft cock, eyes trained on her tongue that was sliding over her swollen lips and his eyes shifted over the streaks of cum on her cheeks and chest, landing on her neck that bobbed as she swallowed the cum she licked up.

Primal desire continued to take over Peter, and he was leaning forward, “I guess I should’ve come inside your mouth…since you want to swallow it so bad, but you look so fucking pretty like this.”

His voice was raspy and breathless still as he panted. She looked up at him, her tongue still sticking out of her lips and he sucked in a deep breath because of how undeniably breathtaking it was to see his pretty nurse wrecked in such a way, consumed by the desire to taste him while covered in his release.

Peter was grasping her chin, his gaze resting back onto her puffy, wet lips as his other hand gathered his own release onto his fingers on her cheek and stuck them into her mouth. His eyes shined when she sucked them into her mouth with zero hesitation, sucking himself off of her his fingers. Her tongue even twirled around the pads of his fingers, and he pressed his fingers deeper into her mouth, wanting her to gag around him again.

But she didn’t, she rather accepted his fingers with ease, blown out eyes fluttering open and closed as she did. It satisfied him to see her in such a way, a smirk growing onto his lips once again that it was him who turned her into this, from the shy nurse to this woman before him covered with the cum she was sucking off his fingers.

He officially had broken her, had he not done so before, and it was beautiful, so fucking beautiful and she didn’t even know it. He slipped his fingers from her mouth, examining his fingers before taking them into his own mouth and re-meeting her gaze and he watched her body curiously now she began to sway gently to the side before her body just seemed to give out.

She collapsed, her body falling to the hard tile on the ground as she felt exactly how fatigued she was. She wanted to move, to pick herself off of the floor in order to clean herself up, but she just felt completely blissed and fucked out that she simply couldn’t for the time being. It was like there was a weight on top of her, holding her down to the ground.

All she could see now was Peter’s shoes, and she could hear the sound of a zipper and then the clinking of his belt as he clasped it back together around his white uniform pants. She blinked slowly, and when she opened them again, he was gone and all she saw was the dust gathered at the bottom of a lab desk.

Anxiety raised through her, afraid that he’d just left her here, and she was almost sitting up in a panic before he returned to her. He crouched beside her, gazing down at her with a sweet look in his blue eyes that made her panic go away instantly.

His eyes danced over her face, then her chest, then at the sticky substance between her thighs that was also on her face and an almost proud smile grew onto his lips. She wanted to scowl at him, tell him to stop admiring the mess he made on her and help her, but what came out was a hoarse mumble. His eyes returned to hers, the grin still on his lips before he was peeling her off of the floor.

Before she knew it, she was set onto one of the lab stations, and Peter had paper towels in his hands that he was running under a nearby sink. Her legs hung off the side of the table, and she had to force herself to keep sitting upright, which was easier than it was before.

There was a dull ache in her knees, her lower back, her neck, her lips and her scalp, jesus fucking christ she was going to be feeling the after effects of this for the rest of the week, which was something she wasn’t exactly mad about but she didn’t know if she could hide any of it like he seemed to be doing right now.

No, Peter Ballard looked the same beside his hair being mussed up a bit and more curly than before from the sweating. Other than that, he looked relatively the same and she knew even if Peter didn’t come all over her, she’d still looked like she was obviously fucked into oblivion. She could only think of the security guard she’d have to get past to return to her office, wondering how she was even going to walk.

“I can take care of the security guard,” Peter suddenly said, tearing her out of her thoughts like he read hers, “You just worry about getting back to your office without falling over.”

There was a teasing element to his tone, which made her blink and reply with a mumbled, “There’s no way…”

He was returning to her, the sleeves of his uniform shirt rolled up at the elbows and he was holding a few wet paper towels in one hand. He was falling to his knees then, right between her spread legs and she stared down at him, seeing him staring right at her aching cunt that felt like it was still seeping with his release.

Peter licked his lips, his eyes meeting hers for a second before turning to her left inner thigh. She nearly jumped when she felt the cold, wet paper towel on her skin and he chuckled as he started to properly clean her up.

There was something so intimate about this, something about him taking care of her after he’d been so rough, cleaning his release off of her with precision and an enamored gaze in his eyes. It made her heart blossom in her chest, feeling warmth rather than the heat of arousal, and she reached over to touch his hair without really thinking.

He reacted quickly, eyes shooting up to meet hers again, and she smiled down at him as she pet his hair gently, and he rested his cheek against her now clean thigh before he placed an open mouth kiss there and moved on to clean her other thigh.

Seeing him there though had her thighs slightly twitching, especially when he was kissing there one again, dragging his lips across the warm flesh of her thighs, and when her hands grasped his blonde curls and she whispered his name she felt him smirk against her skin.

He continued to kiss her, inching closer and closer to where she wanted his mouth suddenly, but never reaching the target, always directing his lips back toward her knee. She exhaled softly, kneading her hands into his hair and grumbling when she realized he was only teasing her.

“Don’t be so upset,” he told her as he looked up at her again, amusement dancing behind those piercing eyes, “Maybe next time I can taste this pretty pussy of yours…”

“Next time?” she asked, sucking in a soft breath as he sucked gently on a spot of her inner right thigh, clearly with the intention of marking her, “And when would that be? I don’t think cameras are…always broken.”

He chuckled, his breath tickling her and he said, “Well…there’s no camera in your bedroom, now is there?”

The thought of him showing up in her onsight bedroom just to bury his head between her thighs had her involuntary moan, to which he responded with a pleased smile, thinking of it too. He moved away from her thighs, unfortunately and started to work his way upward.

He ran the paper towel over her chest delicately, pressing it against her skin before raising it toward a part of her neck. She shuddered softly at the feeling of it, tilting her head to the side for him as her eyes gently fluttered shut. Peter noticed her faltering slightly, and grasped the side of her head with his unoccupied hand as he started to then wipe off what’s left of his mess that was still on her face.

His eyes moved toward her eyes then, zoning in on her smudged mascara, and he shifted her head, making her eyes flutter back open to see his piercing eyes on hers before she felt the swipe of his thumb underneath her eyes. Once again, she melted into his touch, into his very being, consuming her even now.

He pressed his lips together in concentration, making sure that there wasn’t anything left on her, that her makeup was no longer running and then, he was buttoning up the top of her uniform, his fingers working meticulously to get the button through its hole.

“Peter,” she called to him, though she didn’t know why, and his attention returned to her face. Her breath hitched when their eyes met, and they fell momentarily to his lips as she realized she simply wanted to feel his lips on hers again, so she leaned in, thinking he might possibly let her.

Of course, he didn’t. He was leaning away from her before her lips could capture his and it felt like the worst thing someone could possibly do to her. A frown came over her lips, her eyebrows becoming taunt with confusion and her heart had even dropped.

Peter noticed her expression, and sighed before he was leaning back in, except he missed her lips and placed a kiss on her cheek. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the gesture, and he said, “You haven’t said what I told you to say…”

His hot breath was hitting her cheek before he placed another kiss there, but lower and closer to her lips, “You don’t need a reminder do you?”

She had him with wide eyes, parting her lips to speak but nothing coming out and he smiled at her as he continued, “Oh, I know you don’t. You’re a good girl who listens.”

His words from before he came all over her replayed through her mind you’re mine I need you to say it. She honestly didn’t forget, she didn’t even need to be reminded, she just didn’t say it because she knew it was true…she was his.

And even if she hadn’t thought so, the idea of him kissing her right now, of touching her again, hopefully in her bedroom after hours, would’ve been enough for her. A blissful exhale left her parted lips, and she said exactly what he wanted her to say.

The moment the words I’m yours uttered from her lips, Peter’s lips were on hers in a searing, all consuming kiss that had her forgetting about how fatigued she was, just feeling him and him only. He kissed her with intention, forcing his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself there. Her body and mind simply succumbed to him.

#i listened to synthpop entirely writing this for some reason #once again i fuck with the name peter ballard and want to USE IT i like it better than henry idk aslksjlkasj #and uh note to myself??? get to the point in my beginning summary/logistics maybe ??? jeesh it's long #onward to tagging all 1000 of his names <3 #peter ballard smut #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard imagine #peter ballard #henry creel smut #henry creel x reader #henry creel imagine #henry creel #001 x reader #001 imagine #reader insert #female reader

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Jealous Vecna x Reader

Synopsis

As he was taking lives of innocent people for his own gain, Vecna came across a sweet natured girl named Y/N, who was helping Nancy and her friends find Vecna himself. After going through her mind and memories, he became fond of her and wanted her beside him, no matter what or how. While doing his usual spying on her, he discovered that a man was flirting with her at her job as a cashier in a superstore. That drives him to the edge and he decides to strike at once.

Warnings

Suggestive content, stalking, kidnapping, blackmailing, violence, abuse, age gap. (reader is 25)

Vecna was in the upside down hanging in the air with the help of his vines in his once called home. He was focused on something, for the past few days, someone had piqued his interests. While stalking Max, one of the people he has cursed, he came across her friends who were really annoying to him. But one of them was different, looking through her memories, and seeing how she thought, he discovered the most innocent and naive thing he has ever seen.

Her name was Y/N, she had a hard life, she was kicked out of her house by her dad when she was 16, and lived in a shelter for two years while working her ass off so she can buy a place. She also had suffered abuse by her father's hands because he was an alcoholic with no self control. Her mother died two years before everything went down in a car accident, so her father resorted to drinking and hurting his only child.

One day, while stalking his precious Y/N, he saw how a man was flirting with her, and she was slightly flirting back, seeing that made his blood boil, he wanted to blow the man's insides up that instant. The man did end up dead in his home a few hours later, freaking Y/N out as she had seen him happy and normal a few hours earlier.

She had no choice and time to think as she was the oldest in her group of friends who were looking for some monster in another dimension. Right now, she was on a boat with Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie who was a wanted man for something he hadn’t done. The kids Max, Lucas and Dustin were in the woods and when they saw the police approach the lake where the adults were, Max decided to distract them so Nancy and the others can keep doing their thing.

Apparently, Dustin had discovered that the reason his compasses weren’t working was because something else was pulling them away from the earth's magnetic field. Due to prior experience, he concluded that it was a portal to the upside down. So now, after Steve discovered it by going underwater, he was about to come back in the boat but something pulled him back underwater. The three girls and Eddie rushed after him and saw him almost get killed by a bunch of bats who had some bites out of Steve's flesh. They were running away from the gate but a bat screamed at Y/N and vines started wrapping around her body. She was freaking out pretty badly, and so were Steve and the others. The vines were cutting her oxygen supply so she begged Nancy and the others to run before they become food to the bats. It was a hard choice but after constant screaming and begging by Y/N, they ran away to the woods. Y/N had lost consciousness due to getting choked, and when she did, the vines had let her go and the bats flew away as well. But slimy and heavy footsteps approached her frail body and took her away.

Y/N woke up in a different place. It seemed familiar, and it was. It was the Creel House's attic, she had been their prior in the real world when she went with everyone else to search for clues about Vecna. She tried moving, but she was tied on to a chair with the same vines that were about to crush her earlier.

“Y/N” She heard a raspy and monstrous voice that made her flinch. She heard footsteps approach her from behind and not long after, the thing showed itself to her, making the poor girl scream from pure fear.

“I finally have you…” She ignored him and kept screaming and moving around in hopes of getting free, but more she moved, the more tighter the vines got. She stopped once it started to hurt. Vecna learned down and grabbed her shoulders tight, casually looking into her beautiful eyes filled with fear. His grip grew tighter and tighter as he thought about her flirting with that man.

“I see you everyday Y/N, I see how you try to get to me, do you think it was that easy?” He slightly tilted his head a”s he waited for an answer. But she shut her eyes tight along with her mouth.

“I saw how you were talking to that man, I didn’t like that….” His tone was a bit more aggressive.

“You’re mine, Y/N.”

“You belong with me.”

“NO!” Y/N screamed,

“Please, what do you want from me?” She cried. He wiped her tears with utmost care and leaned in to her ear.

“I want you. I want you, dear Y/N. I want you to be with me…” He spoke in a low raspy manner right in her ear.

“No, please!”

“Then, your friends will pay the price.” He backed away from her and started to walk away. But she begged him to stop.

“No, no, no, no!! Please! I beg you, please I'll do anything!” She cried to him. He stopped on his tracks and looked at her.

“Be my queen then.”

“Fine! I will, just please don’t hurt anyone!!” Vecna had a sadistic smile on his face as he approached her again. In his mind, he loved Y/N's kindness. But he wasn’t going to listen to her, he just wants his way with her.

“You also deserve a punishment for being a slut…” He did a low chuckle. Y/N was quiet confused but she cried in pain once she was suddenly bit in the neck. His hand went on her thighs and he kept squeezing them as he was biting her.

“P-please!” She had a bad feeling, a really bad one. He removed his big hand from her thigh and placed it on her face, putting her into a dream while he did his job.

“Such a weak dumb girl…” He thought. But before he went on with his work he ripped off her clothes and decided to play with his little doll for a bit.

Meanwhile, Y/N woke up in her room. She was shaken and had no idea what was going on. She looked around and everything was normal, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing. She hesitantly got out of bed and looked around her small apartment. Everything was normal.

“Was-was that a nightmare…?” She thought.

“Maybe.” A sweet voice spoke from behind her. She gasped and almost fell on the floor, but the man standing caught her before she did. He was a tall man with beautiful dirty blond hair, and mesmerizing blue eyes. He was a beauty. He was wearing all white clothes. He had a small smile on her face. Y/N was left flustered in his arms.

“Careful, you would’ve fell.” He chuckled. She snapped out of her thoughts and stood again, apologizing for what had happened.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“It doesn’t matter, the only thing that matters is that I finally have you.” His voice was so soothing, she could keep listening to him talk forever.

“Why do you want me…?” Y/N hesitantly asked, she had a weird feeling in her heart, like she had heard those words before.

“Because you’re perfect for me, you’re so beautiful and sweet, Y/N.” She blushed at his words. No one had been so sweet to her for as long as she’s been alive.

“Th-thank you…” She replied in a surprised tone. The man slowly started leaning to her face, Y/N slowly started walking backwards but he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back.

“Don’t leave me…” He whispered as he examined her flustered face. His lips suddenly joined with hers and slowly, it turned into a heated moment. The man seemed like he could go on forever. He parted and smiled at her while Y/N smiled back, forgetting about everything.

She woke up once again in the same nightmarish room she was in before. She looked around and saw her clothes on the floor. She had bites all over her body, there was also pain under her legs, what happened to her? She slightly opened her legs to see blood. She realized what had happened and she couldn’t believe it. As she was dreaming about something so sweet, Vecna was abusing her. She thought she had found happiness but it was Vecna messing with her. She sobbed helplessly and flinched when two familiar hands were on her shoulder from behind.

“Don’t cry, Y/N. It’s what you deserve for being with someone else other than me.’

“From now on, you’re only going to see what I show you.” She sobbed as Vecna left her alone to end what was started.

“You belong to me.”

THE END

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