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honeybadgerwritings · 2 years

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Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Afab Fem! Reader - 001 x Afab Fem! Reader

Requested: request for smut prompts 8 28 29 33 with Peter Ballard or Jamie, whichever you think is more fitting! i love ur writing <3 hope ur doing well

Summary: An exhausted, overworked reader is forced to stay on shift over night. Can Peter convince her to take a break?

Warnings: Smut, Finger Sucking, Fingering, Oral (Fem Recieving), Impact Play (Pussy Spanking), Extreme Overstimulation, Dumbification, Praise Kink (LMK if I missed anything.)

A/N: I feel like a whore... that’s all

Prompts:

8. “Suck on my fingers baby.”

28. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

29. “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

33. “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.”

⚠️ This fic is 18+ so minors DNI ⚠️

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You aren’t supposed to be here.

You’re supposed to be at home on your couch, eating a microwaved TV dinner and watching sitcom reruns on your old, barely working television, much like you normally do after your shifts are over. But no. You’re stuck at your shitty job overnight.

Because your boss physically will not let you leave.

If you didn’t work for a top secret government facility, you would definitely be concerned about the legalities of this situation. However, because you do, you have to deal with these types of things no questions asked. Hawkins National Laboratory is not a place anyone should cross, or they might end up six feet underground with nobody looking for them.

There had been a fight earlier in the day involving two of the children, which meant quite a bit of paper work needed to be done. Normally it would be split up between the two nurses who were on duty at the time, because otherwise it would take way too long to complete.

But unfortunately for you, your secondary nurse came up with some stupid excuse to leave early, complaining of an upset stomach and nausea. Funnily enough, at lunch she’d been talking about going out with friends tonight and “getting wasted.”

You could see right through her lies, but much to your dismay, Dr. Martin Brenner could not. For someone who claims to be so intelligent, he can be real thick in the head sometimes.

He had sent the other nurse home with a wave of his hand, before turning to you with an annoyed, “You are not to leave this building until that paperwork is complete. Am I understood?”

You opened your mouth to tell him that was unattainable for you, but your office door was shut in your face before you could even make a sound.

That was five hours ago, and everyone else had since gone home, give or take a couple night guards and the overnight orderly. After hours, the level of staff significantly dwindles down to just those who are here for security purposes.

So here you are, typing away on your computer, mindlessly entering file after file into the system. Your eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long, your fingers ache from the never ending typing and writing you’ve been doing, and your brain is absolutely fried.

You had hoped you could get it all done in time to leave and get at least a few hours of sleep, but that was proving to be impossible. You just want take a break from all this thinking and go home. Home to your warm, comfy bed.

You can’t help but close your eyes, longing to be wrapped up in your cozy sheets with nothing else in the world to worry about. Your head resting on the cold side of your pillow as the fireplace crackles next to you. You don’t even realize your fingers have remained pressed down on the keyboard until a hand gently clasps your shoulder.

“I may not be an expert darling, but I don’t think this is quite the information they’re looking for.”

Your eyes shoot open and you jump slightly at the sound of the voice. You glance over your shoulder to see your friend Peter in all his glory, staring down at you in nothing but amusement. You can’t help but stare back, eyes tracing his every - perfectly sculpted - feature. It’s almost unfair to you how beautiful he is; some days you even find yourself feeling jealous. The rest of the time though, you’re swooning.

As cheesy as it may sound, it’s the truth. It might be the way he speaks to with such tenderness, or maybe the way he gently touches you; one of his hands always placed on the small of your back, on your shoulder, or sometimes even in your hair when he feels like playing with it. Your favorite though?

Anytime you’re even a little nervous, he doesn’t hesitate to grasp your hand into his. It makes you flustered every time without fail, though he finds it endearing.

He always makes the same face when he’s amused with you too, a smirk resting on his lips and his eyes lighting up while he teases you about your bright pink cheeks. Much like the same face he’s making at you right now.

Oh, wait.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

His smirk grows, and he huffs out a small laugh. One of his hands moves to brush the hair from your face, while the other reaches over, gently pulling your finger from where it had been pressing down on one of the keys.

Your brows furrow as you turn back towards your computer, seeing the screen filled with nothing but the letter “P.” You can’t help but groan, dropping your head into your crossed arms. Peter chuckles, sitting down on the table next to the computer, watching your utter misery.

“I thought you only work day shift.” You say, muffled.

“I don’t know where you got that idea from. I work plenty of night shifts.” You can’t help but raise your head, staring at him, dumbfounded. “How the fuck do you do it? This is hell.”

He huffs out a sigh, his amusement now being mixed with pity as he studies your features. You look exhausted. Hair that was once neatly tucked away into your bun has now fallen messily, and your eyes have formed dark circles under them, only highlighting how tired you must be.

“I heard what happened. Brenner told me to ‘key an eye on you’ in fact.”

Your face falls into one of disbelief, “You’re kidding.” He shakes his head, and you roll your eyes, repeatedly pressing the backspace button on the keyboard, “This is so stupid. It’s already almost midnight, and I’m only halfway through this stuff. My mind is fried Peter. It hurts to think.”

He watches you for another moment as you type away maniacally, entering the correct information into the system this time.

“You know…” he reaches over, placing one of his hands gently over yours, causing you to look at him, “It doesn’t hurt to take a break once in a while.”

You think about it for a second, and only a second, before shaking your head and continuing to type, “I can’t, I have to get this done. I want to actually get some sleep tonight.”

He frowns, but doesn’t say anything else as he leans back to watch you work.

You continue typing for another few minutes, completely zoning out as you enter in file after file. You expect Peter to leave you to your devices, but he does just the opposite. He stays right where he is, eyes focused on you. Normally you don’t mind comfortable silences, they’re usually pretty peaceful, but this is anything but that.

At some point, it becomes harder to focus on the work before you. You become hyper aware of how his eyes burn through you, and can practically feel them watching your every move, raking up and down your body.

You chew on your lip in an attempt to ignore him and keep working. And if you just so happen to be pressing your thighs together, you can only hope that he doesn’t take notice.

Except he does.

“Something wrong sweetheart?” He asks, a teasing edge in his tone. You try to ignore him but he stands to face you, and you bite your lip even harder.

Finally, you look up at him, your eyes meeting his devilishly blue ones. He’s still got that stupid smirk on that stupidly handsome face with his stupidly perfect hair and-

Goddammit.

“Stop it.”

He raises an eyebrow, playing dumb, “Stop what?” He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You huff and shake your head, eyes rolling as you turn back towards the computer, “You know what.”

He hums, pausing for a moment before he leans down, lips inches from your ear, “Why?” He whispers, and dear god you’re about to collapse in this god forsaken desk chair, “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

Your breath hitches, and your eyes pinch shut. You can’t help but dig your fingernails into your palms in an effort to ground yourself. If only you could get it together, because this really isn’t the best time or place for this to be happening to you. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together again, not even caring if he notices this time.

You try to say his name in an attempt to be firm with him, to warn him to stop.

“Peter…”

You fucking whimper it.

He wastes no time, spinning the desk chair so you’re facing him. He places his hands on both armrests as he leans over you, effectively trapping you in.

“Oh sweetheart…” He cooes at you, head tilting in mock sympathy, and you can feel your resolve slipping away, “Why don’t we take a little break hm?”

You turn your head back towards the computer for a moment, that tiny little part of you fighting so hard to stay focused, “I…I don’t-”

He gently grips your chin, tilting your head back to face him, and god, if you aren’t the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Your pupils are so unbelievably dilated, your cheeks are flushed a deep shade of red, and your bottom lip is plump from your consistent biting.

With the way your hair messily falls into your face and your chest heaves with stuttered breaths, he wants nothing more than to spread you out on a table, and have his way with you until you’re a trembling mess beneath him. He trails his hand up slightly to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your brow bone.

“I bet that brain of yours is so tired isn’t it? All those thoughts running through your head- they’re just too much for you to handle aren’t they?”

Your legs are trembling and your head is spinning. The way he’s speaking is so new to you, but it has you ready to drop to your knees in front of him. He’s not too far off either; you’re so tired and your brain hurts. You need a break. You need-

“You need someone to make them all go away don’t you?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

You inhale sharply, his words going straight to your core. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to pry a response from your muddled thoughts, slightly resembling a fish out of water. You give up eventually, opting to let out a desperate whine instead. You can’t decide what’s more distracting- the ache between your legs or the way his hand cradles your face.

His thumb moves to trace over your bottom lip, while a mocking pout settles on his own, “Poor thing, so tired and dumb that she can’t even form a proper sentence.”

He’s right, he’s so unbelievably right. Which is why you don’t even realize that you’ve wrapped your lips around his thumb and are gently sucking on it. His eyes are filled with pure hunger as he watches you with parted lips of his own.

He gently pulls his thumb out from between your lips, not even giving you a chance to whine before replacing it with both his middle and pointer finger. You continue to look up at him, mindlessly sucking on both digits and letting yourself feel utterly blissful.

“That’s it,” he praises, “suck on my fingers baby.”

You hum in response, closing your eyes as you circle your tongue around them, hollowing out your cheeks. He lets you have your fun for another moment or two, mesmerized by the way you’ve become an absolute mess for him, before slipping his fingers out from your mouth and admiring how the drool slips down your chin.

You whine pathetically as he does so, and he cooes in response, “Shhh, c’mon pretty girl.” He takes your hand, helping you stand from your chair and guiding you over to one of the nursing cots. As he sets you down, he tries to pull away for a moment, but you don’t let him. You grip the front of his crisp white shirt between your fingers and pull him towards you, clashing your lips against his.

He huffs out a laugh against your lips, mumbling, “greedy little thing,” in between kisses. And he’s right, you are greedy, and aching, and desperate to feel him, and only him. You’re entire body is filled to the brim with nothing but desire.

Peter climbs onto the cot, hovering over you as his lips slowly make their way down your jawline, your neck, and your chest. He leaves nothing but endless hickeys in his wake as you come completely undone beneath him. He fumbles with the buttons of your shirt and the clasp of your bra, prying them both off of you, one after the other.

If you had been told five hours ago that you would be here by the end of the night, you would’ve laughed and slammed the door in that person’s face. But yet, here you are, brainless, desperate, and completely at the mercy of Peter, while his lips explore every visible inch of skin on your body.

He practically drools as the sight of your breasts, fondling them in his hands. You can’t help but moan when he attaches his lips to one of your nipples, suckling on it gently while he pinches the other one. He switches back and forth, both for his and your own pleasure. His eyes flick up to your face, watching you writhe in desperation underneath him. His cock is so painfully hard in his pants, but that’s the least of his worries right now, only wanting to hear your pretty little moans as he makes you feel good.

“That’s it darling. Don’t think, just feel. I’ll make it all feel better.”

His lips continue their attack on your skin, making their way down your tummy and to the hem of your skirt. He gently pushes your legs up, and his hands are quick to slide the bottom of the skirt up to your waist, revealing your baby pink panties.

“Oh baby…” He moans at the sight, watching as your hole pulses and flutters underneath the soaked, translucent fabric. His eyes flick up to your face once more, seeing just how fucked out you look, without him even touching you yet, “Look at how messy you are.”

He’s honestly half a second away from devouring your perfect little cunt before your sweet voice fills his ears, pausing his movements entirely.

“P-Peter…” you stutter, nervously. It might be the only word you can physically form right now, but that isn’t stopping you from expressing concern.

You aren’t a virgin, but this type of situation is new to you. Your mind has never been so clouded. It’s not that it doesn’t feel good, because, god does it feel good, you just haven’t experienced such vulnerability before. So you can’t help the way your hands tremble while his face is inches from your exposed pussy.

It takes no more than two seconds for his hand to reach up and grasp yours, squeezing reassuringly, “I got you. I’m right here.” he soothes, and you release a slow breath. He never fails to calm your nerves.

“That’s it,” he smiles, feeling your hand slowly stop trembling in his grasp, “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.” You squeeze his hand in return and he can’t help but place a gentle kiss to your inner thigh,

“If you want me to stop at any point, I will. Just say the word. Do you understand?” You nod dumbly in response, only to yelp as his other hand comes down hard against your cunt, spanking it.

“I need you to use your words for this one darling,” he chides, cupping his hand over your drooling cunt in an effort to soothe the pain, “C’mon, you can do it.”

It takes you longer that you care to admit, and you struggle for a moment or two, desperately trying to form enough words in your head for a valid response. Your chest heaves as another pathetic whimper escapes your lips, prompting another slap to your core.

Your whole body jerks this time, forcing out a desperate cry of, “Y-Yes s-sir!”

And if he wasn’t salivating at the mouth before, he certainly is now. He moans in response, thumb circling your clit over your panties, before sliding them to the side.

“Good fucking girl.”

He leans in and places a sweet kiss to your cunt, as if apologizing for striking it. You shudder at that first contact. It sends a shock through you, hyper sensitive with want. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks very gently. Your head is thrown back immediately as he provides you the relief you’ve been needing.

“O-oh Peter…”

His tongue laps at your clit before flicking it through your folds, and looking up at you through his lashes. He loves how you’re reacting as he borderline makes out with your soaked cunt. Your moans fill the air as you take what he gives you, and Peter can’t be more grateful that the nursing rooms are sound proof, your pretty little noises being for his ears only. He dips his tongue down to your weepy hole, circling it around the entrance to taste you.

“So wet for me,” he mumbles against you. You whimper, hole fluttering at how good he’s making you feel, “You taste like heaven.”

He pulls back to lightly blow on your cunt, his saliva cooling in the air. He chuckles as he watches you twitch, licking another strip over your clit and blowing on it again. You whine and shift underneath him, your hips involuntary bucking. He smirks, shushing you gently, before dipping back in to taste you.

Your back arches off of the bed while he sucks and laps at you, upper body rising and falling violently on the bed. It’s almost like he’s been starved for weeks, and your cunt is the only thing that can satiate his hunger. He savors every taste of you, like he’s never eaten anything more luscious.

You hardly even notice when he pauses to remove your panties entirely, slipping them up your legs and placing them in his back pocket.

His tongue dips inside of you while he circles your nub with his thumb. Your hips buck to meet his face and you can’t help but grind into his tongue, feeling the coil in your lower stomach beginning to tighten. Your desperate little moans and gasps fill the room as his tongue plunges inside you. Your paperwork is long forgotten at this point as your thoughts empty out of your head, being replaced with just…

Peter

A small part of you registers the fact that he’s still holding your hand as he eats you out. He’s bringing you to new heights of pleasure, reducing you to nothing but a sobbing thing beneath him, all while holding your hand to let you know your safe. To let you know he’s taking care of you.

That thought alone has your toes curling, and another pathetic cry leaves your lips.

He can tell you’re getting close, based on the intensity of your moans and the way your muscles begin to pulse. He maneuvers so his mouth is back to suckling on your clit, and one of his fingers is circling your entrance. He eyes you above him, watching your mouth part in utter ecstasy as he slides his middle finger inside of you.

You’re far gone – so far gone.

He hardly gets a chance to relish in how tight your perfect little hole is before you’re pushed over the edge, completely coming undone around him.

Choked out moans and pants fill the air, and you cum so hard around his finger it makes you lurch forward, entire body shaking. "Shh, shh,” he hushes you, "There you go. Good girl.”

He pumps his finger in and out of you, working you through your orgasm. Your body collapses back against the bed as you attempt to catch your breath, but Peter has other plans. He releases his grip on your hand, wasting no time attaching his lips to your clit once again, sucking on it with much more intensity this time.

A surprised whine escapes your lips and your back arches, legs trying to close around his head. You’re too sensitive, but he doesn’t care, arm moving to rest across your hips, holding your thighs apart to keep your legs opened, your cunt bared.

“A-Ah!” You cry out, unable to stop the way your legs are trembling. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, needing something to desperately cling to. His finger continues to pump in and out of you as he devours your poor little cunt. Tears prick at your eyes from how fucking good it feels.

He teases a second finger at the entrance of your leaking hole, before easily plunging it in beside the first one. The stretch feels amazing, and it’s the first thing you’re able to actually vocalize since before he even started eating your cunt.

“God, fuck- feels so good- feels so fucking good Peter…need more.”

He hums around your clit, the vibrations shooting throughout your whole cunt, and your eyes roll back into your head. You can feel him teasing a third finger against your hole and you grind down into it, needing to feel more of him. He obliges, thrusting it into you along with his other two fingers, stretching you out deliciously around them.

Slowly, the sensitivity of it all begins to burn away as your next orgasm approaches once more. It builds up much quicker than before with the way his fingers fuck you open, bringing you right to the edge.

“Oh- oh fuck I-I’m gonna cum…”

You can’t help but look down at him, watching as he licks and sucks on your clit, moaning into you to let you know just how much he’s enjoying it. He eyes look up to meet yours and god he looks so good like this, hair tousled, eyes wild with desire, and his mouth coated in your slick as he suckles on your clit.

The coil within your stomach snaps as you look at him, and you’re pushed over the edge once again. Your grind your pussy down into him as you ride out the high once more, letting him work you through it.

Your slick drips down his hand as your hole clenches around him, and he pulls away from you, placing gentle kisses up and down your trembling inner thighs as you come back down.

You pant, sweat dripping down your forehead as you lay back, feeling completely blissful and floaty. Peter’s definitely done a good job at emptying your head of any and all thoughts that weren’t of him, because you’re so unbelievably fucked out.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” His voice echoes through your head, as he runs his free hand over them, feeling them tremble from even the slightest touch.

He gives you a few more seconds to rest before a dark chuckles escapes him, and he curls his fingers inside of you deliciously. A strangled gasp fills the air and your whole body twitches when he leans back down, licking a strip from just above your hole, up to your clit. You struggle to form words of protest, already feeling twice as sensitive as last time.

“N-no! Can’t Peter- I can’t!” You sob, tears finally breaking free and rolling down your cheeks.

He lays his head to the side, resting it on your inner thigh. He pulls his fingers out for a moment, using one of them to rim your hole as he looks up at you in mock sympathy.

“Ohhh but I think you can. I think this sweet little pussy of yours can give me one more yeah?” He teases, and you shake your head, squirming, “So that’s what you’re going to give me.” He dives back in, mercilessly attacking your overstimulated cunt.

Thrashing would be the best word to define you right now, hands leaving his hair and finding anchors on the sweat-soaked sheets of the cot beneath you. Your head turns into the nearest pillows in an effort to not sound like you’re being murdered, mascara running and wisps of hair flying and soft laughs that go through your entire soul as Peter watches your struggle. As he enables it.

He returns to those sloppy kisses that let him get a taste of you. Your muscles clench and your hips lift off the bed entirely as his tongue works you out. His lips on your clit and his dispersed praises and those rough licks on your cunt like you’re laid out before him like a meal, which honestly isn’t too far off.

You can’t stop shifting, not with the pain that bubbles in your stomach from your third building orgasm. It’s intense. It’s sensitive. It hurts. You tear at the sheets, then back to his hair, blubbering like an absolute child about it. Your third orgasm approaches so quickly that it’s painful. You’re a sobbing, wild, mess beneath Peter, and he’s absolutely relishing in it.

“P-Peter…” you sob weakly, his name once again being the only word you can piece together in your fucked out little brain. It hurts so bad but it feels so good at the same time, and your senses feel like they’re dialed to 11.

“Shhh,” he places a gentle kiss right above your clit, gently stroking your thigh with the thumb of his free hand, offering you a slight reprieve, “C’mon, you can do it.”

All of a sudden his fingers are pumping into you at an impossibly intense rate, and he’s licking and sucking on your cunt like his life depends on it. Your head is thrown back, and your eyes roll into your head as he walks no, —drags—your orgasm from you with determined fists, leaving nothing in his wake.

You’re seeing hallucinations. You have to be. Colors flying across a canvas of pure white, neon dots and black floaters that have you convinced you may have died and come back to life. Your body- your muscles and sinew and bones and soul shake with the fervor of it. Convulse, really.

Peter sighs as he rises, almost like he’s just had the most refreshing glass of water after hours exercise, yet you feel like the exerted one, twitching from aftershocks and tremors. He slips his fingers from your hole, licking them clean as he admires the aftermath of his attack on your poor cunt.

You’re red, swollen, pulsing, and slickened with sweat and cum and spit. It’s a little beautiful, the way your cum is leaking out of your entrance and onto the sheets. He dips down once more, swiping his tongue against your hole for one final taste of you, and your whole body convulses, a desperate sob ripping from your lips.

“Shhh sweetheart,” he shushes, “No more, I promise. You did so good for me.”

You can hardly even hear him, your mind a thousand miles away. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine, and your whole body is tingling. Peter climbs up the cot until he’s laying on his side above you, stroking the sweaty hair from your face. You hum in content as his sweet words and praises begin to flood into your ears, bringing you back to the present.

“There she is,” he places a kiss to your hair line, thumb stroking your jaw, “Feeling okay?” You nod still feeling floaty.

“Feels good…” You hum, and he chuckles.

“I’d hope so. It wasn’t too much for you was it?” You shake your head, easing his concern slightly. You pry your eyes open to meet his, smiling at him.

“No. It was perfect Peter, thank you…” you lean up to kiss him again, and he returns it, hand gently cradling your face. The two of you lay back down in the bed, and you rest your head on his chest. His arms find their way around you as he lets you calm down in his arms, the trembling of your body not having fully stopped yet.

It isn’t until you’re half asleep that you remember the paperwork, shooting up and scaring the hell out of Peter. The idea of doing it all, now that you’re even more exhausted, brings you to tears again. But this time, not so happy ones.

“Hey, hey don’t worry about it.” Peter’s arms wrap around your waist, cradling you from behind, “You don’t have to finish the paperwork sweetheart.”

You hiccup, shaking your head, “But Brenner’s gonna be pissed if I don’t and there’s nobody else to get it done because Miranda wanted to go out and get drunk and-”

“Listen to me,” his lips rest up against the shell of your ear, speaking to you like he would the children when they’re scared or upset. He knows that your hypersensitive and floaty state of mind is only adding on to your levels of stress, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about the paperwork. I’m going to get you all cleaned up okay? And I’ll talk with Brenner in the morning, come up with something.”

You turn to look at him, all doe eyed and puzzled, “How do you know he’ll listen to you?”

Peter smiles in return as if he knows something that you don’t, and wipes the tears away before placing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “He always does…I think I’m his favorite,” you roll your eyes, letting the comment go over your head as you grumble about wishing you were the favorite employee. A smirk takes over his face at your blatant naivety.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it baby, now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” And you oblige, letting him take care of you. He manages find some rags, wetting them and wiping the sweat and tears from your face. He uses another to clean the mess between your legs, gently shushing you when you whine in discomfort. He helps you back into your clothes, aside from your ruined panties, before you both curl up in one of the unused cots for the night.

And the next morning, if any of the other orderlies notice him holding your hand on your way out of your office, well, they don’t say a word.

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Requested by: @hbaramas

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petersprincesss · 2 years

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We Don’t Talk That Way

Me again, hello!

This was requested by both @effrvcfcr and @cassiopeiagalaxies-blog on my One Shots of Peter Ballard post. You can find it and make a request here, or just send me a message!

I am writing all requests, but pls give me time :)

Genre: Smut. So filthy.

Rating: Explicit as fuck. Minors DNI

Tags: praise and degradation, spanking, punishment, fingering, fem reader, pain play ig?

(I recognize that test subjects in the lab do not have hair. I did not consider this until after it was written and I have decided that I don’t care. If that bothers you, please let me know here)

(Proof reading is for dorks)

“God, I’m fucking starving,” you mumbled to yourself, standing up from your seated position in the rainbow room. Dinner wasn’t for another forty five minutes, and you were expected to spend that time enjoying yourself, or at least keeping yourself entertained.

“‘Scuse me,” you spoke as you approached Peter, your favorite orderly, standing diligently by the double doors that led into the hallway, “I’m fucking hungry, can I get a snack or something?”

“Hey, language,” Peter responded, his voice hushed, but firm.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. Anyways, food?” You snapped your fingers as you spoke, trying to speed things along.

Peter had always favored you a little more than the others. After all, you were closest in age to him out of everyone in the building. You were a few years older than most of the other test subjects in the lab, and he was considerably younger than Dr. Brenner or anyone else with authority. It helped that you were also exactly his type.

“Alright, but we’re gonna have to be careful, okay? Let’s see if the nurse has some graham crackers or something,” Peter sighed. He turned around and pushed the heavy off-white door open, allowing you to train behind him.

“Hand,” he demanded, reaching his open palm out to you.

“Seriously?” You scoffed, “I’m nineteen, give me a break.”

“Rules are rules, do you want a snack or not?”

“Fine,” you huffed, smacking your palm into his.

Peter led you down the hallway next to him. He swung your hand back and forth in stride, and for an unconscious moment, you felt as though you were holding the hand of a lover. Peter’s docile grasp felt like how you’d imagine walking home after a long day during a sunset must feel. You kept your eyesight away from his, praying he wouldn’t notice your heart rate steadily escalating just from having physical contact with him.

“You know, what I’d really like to do is feed Dr. Brenner a fucking knuckle sandwhich,” you muttered, cautiously affirming that no one else was around to hear your crude remarks.

“What did you just say?” Peter asked, stopping dead in his tracks and turning to face you.

“What? I’m just saying, the dude’s a total dickface,” you mumbled, lessening your voice even further.

“Hey, look at me,” Peter snapped, dropping your hand and grasping your chin so you were forced to face him.

His ocean blue eyes dove into yours, and your stomach dropped at the intense eye contact. A switch flipped inside you, and suddenly you felt a hunger for more than just food.

“We don’t talk that way, understand?”

“Yeah, you certainly don’t. At least not when you’re on Dr. Brenner’s leash” you mocked, jerking your chin away from his grip.

Peter inhaled deeply before snatching your wrist, dragging you down the hallway, “Come with me, we’ve got to do something about that attitude.”

“Peter, hey, relax, I was just joking,” you panicked as he approached the door to your living quarters and jerked the handle, yanking you inside behind him.

Once inside, Peter slammed the door behind you and pushed you up against it, holding you pitilessly in place with his hands on your biceps. His face drew in so close to yours that you could feel the air leaving his nose traveling down your neck, cascading onto your chest.

“Did I fucking stutter? We don’t talk that way,” Peter snarled, glaring at you from beneath his knotted eyebrows.

“I- I’m sorry,” you choked out, surprised not only to see him so furious, but to find that it aroused you.

“Are you?” Peter asked deviously.

“Yes, yes I really am!” You pleaded, the tone of your voice bordering dangerously close on lustful moaning.

“I don’t think you are. I think girls like you need to be punished in order for your behavior to change,” Peter grinned at you, expecting you to buckle beneath his expression.

“And how are you going to do that, Mr. Ballard?” You spoke defiantly, turning your nose up at him to challenge his pretentious ego.

Peter smiled at you, any trace of that comforting orderly he masqueraded as fully removed, perhaps discarded as soon as he stepped inside your corridor. He slid away from you, dragging his fingers down your arms tauntingly as he turned around and pulled out a chair tucked into the solitary desk across from your bed. He unclasped his belt as he stared into you, daring you to look away. It became a struggle not to stare as he whipped his belt away from his body and tightened his grip on the buckle and opposite end so that it formed a menacing loop.

Without breaking eye contact, Peter sat down in the chair and motioned you to him with a wave of his hand and a single word, “Come.”

You obeyed him, sauntering over to where he was seated, feeling a heartbeat form between your legs that was pleading for his attention. Once you stood before him, he reached up and snatched a fistfull of your hair, tugging your body down so you were bent over his knee. Your breath hitched as he reached back and grabbed the hem of your hospital gown and began trailing it upwards at a glacial pace.

“You know, Y/N,” Peter thought aloud, “you could be such a good test subject if you only listened.”

His words alone sent electricity up your spine, flowing through your body beneath his touch.

“I’ll listen, I promise,” you whined, your breath catching as you felt the gown slip fully over your hips, leaving you fully exposed to him.

“Save your promises, sweetheart. This is going to hurt.”

Without letting a second slip by, Peter raised his belt and smacked it down on your bare flesh, forcing an unexpected yelp to escape your lips.

“Quiet now. We wouldn’t want anyone else to know what a bad girl you’ve been, would we?” Peter quizzed. Your mind raced to find an answer, but the only thing it came up with was the stinging sensation emanating from the impact and the heat you felt growing not far beneath it.

“Fuck…” you exhaled hoarsly, your breath practically stolen from your lungs.

Peter’s hand twisted itself in your hair and yanked it backwards.

“Language,” he scolded.

“I’m s- sorry. Please,” you began to plead, unsure of what exactly you were even begging for.

“Please what, Y/N?”

Before you could even answer, Peter laid down another swing, his belt cracking as it met your skin. You let out another moan in response, far from a cry for a resolution. With each blow he delivered, your body began whorishly anticipating the next.

“Peter, I-”

He interrupted you again with another smack, clearly not interested in anything you felt the need to express to him.

“Awh, I’m sorry sweetheart. Is the belt too much for you?” He chastised. Peter’s belt dropped to the floor, his buckle clattering to the tile with a metallic clink.

Before you could begin to whimper, Peter smacked you with his bare hand, just low enough that he made a pleasant discovery.

“God… you’re soaked,” Peter remarked, examining his fingertips.

An erotic shame rose in your abdomen and crept out of your mouth with a wanton moan. You squirmed beneath his fingers grazing over your skin, but he reaffirmed his clench on your hair, governing you back under his control.

“Why are you so wet, huh?” Peter asked, his fingers circling around where you needed him most, tracing invisible drawings on your flesh.

“God, Peter, it feels so good, please,” you begged, praying he wouldn’t make you admit your desires aloud.

“Please what? Say it,” he shattered your hopes.

“Please touch me!” You demanded, squeezing your eyes closed with a rigidity that pinched tears out from beneath your lashes.

“This is what you want?” Peter asked, two of his fingers pressing gently against your opening, just shy of how badly you needed him to push.

“Yes, please!” you whined, your hips jolting back into his palm.

“You’re fucking dirtier than I thought,” Peter sighed, sliding into you. You groaned salaciously, your body’s electricity thundering under his manipulation.

Peter reached across your back for your arm, dangling near his feet. He pulled your forearm up and pinned it behind your back, halting you from wiggling away from him. Your opposite arm reached down to the tiled floor, your palm resting on the cool, smooth surface to ground you. Peter plunged in and out of you, setting a pace designed to push you over the edge that was rapidly drawing nearer.

“Thank you, Peter,” you huffed, unsure of what else to say. Gratitude seemed to be the only emotion worth expressing to him.

“What are you thanking me for, slut?” Peter mocked you tonelessly, his momentum never wavering.

“Th- thank you for punishing me,” you managed to squeak out. Your eyes rolled back in your head as if you were incapable of speaking and keeping your eyes open at the same time.

“I knew you’d like being punished,” Peter taunted you, “I can feel you tightening up on me, are you going to cum on my fingers, you whore?”

“Oh God, yes, Peter please!” You whimpered, feeling a wave rise between your legs, drawing the air out of your lungs.

Peter abruptly removed his fingers from you and smacked your exposed flesh again, denying you the release your body so feverishly craved.

“I don’t think so,” he growled. Peter yanked your hair sternly, pulling you up to a seated position on his lap.

Peter’s face lined up next to yours, his lips grazing your ear through your messy strands of hair, “You can cum when you learn to behave.”

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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The Nightmare on Hawkins Street +18 (Request)

Dom!Vecna x Dark!Virgin!Fem!Reader

A/N: Hey this is a request I took from a friend who loves the idea of Vecna as I do so I decided to write this. I made Vecna a kind of hybrid of Peter and Vecna so that it’s still has that monsterfucking aspect along with some human properties as i do not know Vecna’s full anatomy (also i just love jaime’s face)☺️ This will be like a diary entries of an anthropologist who slowly descends into a path of darkness.The diary will be first person but after it’ll be second point of view. Also I use the words “vines” and “tentacles interchangeably. Part 2

Summary: Banished to the world that has now became “The Upside Down”, Peter/Vecna marks his first victim an anthropologist with morbid curiosity. But when she shares his same philosophy, he finds himself wanting her by his side.

Word Count: 2.9k+

Warnings: mention of murder(s), morally ambiguous reader, loss of virginity, blood kink, use of tentacles (sexual), anal sex, choking, pain kink, spanking, vaginal penetration, corruption kink, spit as lube, degradation kink, doggystyle, drooling, tummy bulge, breeding kink, creampie, uses of names like “sir”, “master”, “king”, cum eating

June 16, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’ve seen him again today. Vecna. That’s what I call the monster that haunts my dreams. I’d accidentally fallen asleep from exhaustion for a split second and next thing I knew I was back in his lair. Whenever I’d close my eyes, he’d be behind them. Waiting. I’ve fought to stay awake ever since. He’s threatened to show me my “true nature” or so he puts it. Somehow knowing my true self scares me. I know I’m not like other my age. I’ve always had a fascination for things that are strange which only increased the moment I saw him.

Vecna looks pained. Like someone’s hurt him in the past. I found myself wanting to know who could have hurt monster like him. Yet from what I understood he was once man. A man who had his on motivations and his own ideals that were slowly ripped from him and banished from human society. Now he was a former shell of himself. Part man, part other worldly being seeking revenge and power. It’s like I could feel his every emotion. Like I know his story. I dare say that I sympathize with the entity.

June 20, 1983

Dear Diary,

I’d managed to close my eyes again. I don’t fear being dragged into his reality. I’ve embrace it. I’m still alive. I assume there must be some reason why he wants me alive. Maybe I could find him. Any chance I’d get to be in his world, I would commit every detail of the strange dimension, The Upside Down, to memory. I’d draw the details and displayed them on my wall. I’d stay up late nights going down a rabbit hole researching and looking into random experiments done in Hawkins hoping it’d mean I’d find him soon. I think he’s finally taken ahold of my mind. I welcome him.

June 30, 1983

Dear Diary,

Strange things are frequently happening in Hawkins. Murders, people disappearing, sightings of cryptid creatures. I know it’s him. He’s getting powerful. I could feel him getting powerful. It…excited me. I’ve never been so interested in learning about a person’s life the way I do now. To think that a human could be so powerful? Would be considered human at all since he’d been born with these gifts? I’d like to think that he could feel me, too. That he understood my devotion to him. That I’d only ran away and kept myself from sleeping because I was scared to know who I really am. But he’s shown me that gradually over time.

None of the research I’ve done in university could ever match what his existence. I want to know him now more than anything.

July 1, 1983

There it was in front of you. A gate to The Upside Down beckoning you to enter. It’s a hidden hole in a tree surrounded by a wet sac. You enter not even thinking of the consequences. This will be the first time you’ll get to see him physically so consequences be damned. You break through the slimy barrier. The cold wetness of the unidentifiable substance coating you and your scantily clad red dress.

Once you made it through, an immediate chill goes down your spine. You know he’s close. You explore the grounds, taking note of every sight. It looked just like your worlds except dark. You speculated that through this shadow world this was how he accessed his victims.

You walked through the streets searching for the street where your home lies. Not surprisingly, your home was in fact there. You walked through the doors. The atmosphere eerily still. Looking around, it’s like nothing changed. You notice a light under the door frame of your room upstairs. It grew bright. Tiptoeing up the steps, the floorboards creek underneath your bare feet. Your heart racing.

Once you’ve reached the room, you lower yourself down attempting to look under the door frame. No movement, just blinding light. You stand up, grip the knob, take a breath, and then slowly turn it. The light flickers as you walk through the room.

You notice your diary rested on your bed. You pick it up, flipping through it’s pages. It’s all of the entries you’ve written since the beginning of his mark on you. It’s practically duplicate.

Suddenly, the air shifts and you were sure you were alone anymore. Wet, heavy footsteps thumped against the floorboards. You don’t dare to turn to look. Even as the slick appendage wrapped around your neck, you remained still. You hear his rumbling growl.

“Y/N.” He says, turning you slowly to look at him. His voice, an overlay of a growling beast mix with a hint of his original innocent voice. His facial features part man, part creature. You could tell he was handsome with enticing lips and bright blue eyes. The other part of him was of this strange world. Dark, wrinkled wet skin almost reptilian and flesh in texture. He donned white clothes that had been torn and darkenedfrom what appeared to look as if he were struck by lightning. Several tentacles extended out and around him like extra limbs. Both sides of him were gorgeous and you could feel yourself weak at the knees at this discovery.

“My king.” You moaned.

He looked as if he was psychoanalyzing you in his head, trying to pick you apart. Were you here to serve him? The answer was yes. You were his to use. You spent years wanting to figure out the nuances of humanity and once you realized it, it only made you want to seek something new. Exciting. Morally corrupt. He was exactly who you needed.

“King?” He questions with a head tilt, releasing his grip from your neck.

You take this as an opportunity to show your worth to him. You fall to your knees, bowing your head and hands flat on the ground. You look up at him with admiration. “I understand. I know what you feel and how you think. For years, I’ve studied humanity. I’ve seen the things we’re all capable of. We are not perfect. We are destructive, cruel, irredeemable. That is why I give myself to you and will hang on every word you say. I want you to teach me to be in your light. To serve by your side and fulfill your every wish. I want to be perfect for you. Please claim my body as yours to use however you like.”

He takes a step closer to you, tilting your chin up with an elongated finger. “Such a needy little thing you are. Typical of you humans. Always wanting regardless of if it’s bad for you,” He pulls his cock from his confines. It’s hard and the tip leaking precum. It was large in length smooth, slimy, reptilian skin but appeared like the average male anatomy. “Go on. Show me how you’ll serve me.”

You take his harden member in your hand taking in its beauty. You’d never seen a man like him. You settled with the idea that he would be the one to take you precious flower. He was worthy of corrupting the purity you’ve tried to maintain.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, sucking hard. You earn a grunt from him. This makes you want to hear more. Lowering your mouth down to the base, you swallow around him. He looks so beautiful above you, watching you take his down your fragile throat. He couldn’t wait to rip you apart on his dick and show you how to be taken and trained properly.

A tentacle slithers between your legs. You spread them wider wanting to show your submission to him. He just under your panties. You could feel the slimy suction of the feeler caressing the inside of your thigh. It light goosebumps against your skin at its texture. You gag around him, taking him deeper and deeper.

“Mm, you’re so greedy for me. I’m sure you wouldn’t care that I’ve killed before. Your life could be in danger right now and yet you still lust for cock. You’re such a greedy, fucking whore.” He slaps a tendril-like limb against your ass hard, the wetness causing the contact to sting even more. You choke against him.

The limb between your leg teases your clothed pussy before pushing the soft cotton of your underwear to the side. He flicks your clit back and forth, the suctions on the vine catching it over and over.

Your eyes roll back. “Thank you, sir.” You mewled, stroking his cock while you moaned out and ground against the thick appendage.

He pulls you by your hair and yanks your mouth back onto him. “Did I tell you to stop? Now I’m going to rut into your throat until it’s raw.” Wrapping two tentacles around your hair like pigtails, he drives your mouth down his length over and over. You’re forced to continue to breathe through your nose. His hips moving into your mouth so rough you could feel him in your esophagus. The limb playing with your clit rubbing harder against you. It was borderline painful.

“Look at how wet you are,” He pulls himself from between your legs even with the wet texture of his skin, you can evidently see your creamy slick against the dark blue tendril. “You enjoy being treated so poorly. I can let all my frustrations on you and you’d take it.” He pulls your mouth off him by your hair. Groaning when he sees the lines of saliva connecting his cock to your tongue, break off and drip down you chin and chest.

“Yes, master. I love to be used and ruined by you.” You say with a gasp. He shoves himself down your throat once again while thrusting the vine inside you. You cry out. You hadn’t expected penetration so suddenly. He was just at the barrier if he thrusted further you’d officially be his.

“Sit.” He commands you.

You adjust yourself, shifting at the knee so that you could take him deeper. You’re mouth yanking away from his cock once more. The barrier is finally broken and you stutter out a groan. “F-fuck!”

He maneuvers in and out of your quivering pussy, groaning at its tightness. You look down between your legs watching the extender inside you. There was blood trickling down your thighs. He was fascinated by the sight, pulling himself out of you and tasting the salty, warm liquid. His eyes glimmer with a newfound interest.

He tears off your dress and panties from you in one swift tug, your body completely bare. You instinctively cover your breasts. He couldn’t help but notice how innocent you looked under him. Like a little lamb put up for the slaughter. But you had offered yourself to him. You asked for this. So how innocent were you really?

He rips your hands away. “Do not hide yourself, little one. You belong to me.” His vine coils around your neck lifting you off your feet and slamming you against the bed. You were like a rag doll in his grasp, biting your lip at the feeling of being manhandled. You’re flipped over, forced on your hands and knees. You can hear him fumbling with his clothes. You peep over your shoulder to witness his full body which also bore resemblance of that of man and creature.

“You’re so beautiful, master. I can’t wait to have you against.” You moaned, rolling your hips in anticipation.

He smacks your ass once again then entwining an extended limb around your waist and pulling you against him. He plunges himself deep into your walls, bottoming out in one swift move. You wail, gripping the sheets in front of you. He forces your face down into the mattress while your ass remained high in the air. It was angled just in the right position for him to pummel into your wetness over and over. His grunts above you mixing in with your whines.

“So fucking tight. I’ll ruin this cunt so that no other man can have you.” He growls, smacking your ass once more. You can feel the extenders slithering all over your body caressing every part of your skin and tweaking your nipples. The suctions on them lighting goosebumps against your skin. He spits at your puckered hole rubbing a thumb at the entrance then you recognize the familiar slimy, wiggling of the tentacle penetrating your anal cavity.

He thrusts in and out of it in time with his hardness driving into your pussy. You rise up on all fours again, your tongue sticking out, panting and drooling at the pressure of being filled in both holes. “Holy fuck! Yes, yes, yes. Just like that.”

He mercilessly pounds into you, pulling you closer to him so that your back was flushed against his chest. “This is your role now. You are to take everything I give you. Everything. You’ll serve as my queen. Never to question me. Do you understand?” He whispered into your ear. He sounded so fucking sexy. His voice strained from the moans he held back so that he could speak his commands explicitly.

“Yes, master. Yes, my king. I will take it all.” I throw it back against his cock and the tentacle. They stretched both holes with a mix of pain and pleasure. You want to prove to him you can handle it with ease.

“You’re such a fucking whore. You’ve come here searching for trouble. You beg for me to take you. Then you sacrifice your whole life up there just for a taste of my cock. You’re despicable.” He smacks your ass.

“I’m filthy, sir. A fucking degenerate. I want to be whatever you want me to be. I want you to mold my whole world into your liking.” He pounds harder and it’s as if he’s got even more inches of himself to give to you.

You can feel him sloshing around inside, knocking at your insides and forming a bulge at your belly. You press it causing the two of you to hiss at the action. He swivels his hips making certain that he hits every square inch of you. His length nudges at the small, fleshy button inside you repeatedly. It felt as if he’d touched that part of you from both entrances, the tentacle flicking inside you back and forth.

Your drawn out groans are now, short gasps of air. “I’m gonna fucking cum. You’re so amazing, master!”

He rubs at your clit, the suctions pulling at your clit. You were beginning to feel delirious at this point. It was all so much and you knew that you’d finally lost any sense of sanity, you once had. A wave of bliss takes over you and you can feel yourself gushing, the evidence of your arousal dripping down your inner thighs and his cock.

“Mmm,” He moans, witnessing your creamy slick and blood make a mess of your lower bodies. He pumps sloppy, long strokes into your pussy. “Would you like to be filled to the brim, hmm? Make you drip with my cum.”

“Please fuck your babies into me. I wanna be round and full and take all of it inside. I don’t want to waste a single drop,” You fucked back against him faster, ruining his pace. You were set on him cumming in you and you could feel another orgasm beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach. “Hurt me, master. Just the way you like. I know it’s what you need to cum. I’ve studied you. All so that I know how to please you. Please hurt me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He knew you could take the pain. His thrusts returned to the same force that crossed the line between pain and pleasure. He bites at your shoulder, choking you simultaneously. Your air supply had been cut off; you were getting dizzy. Your orgasm was approaching soon and you crawled at the tentacle that constricted your throat. He pounds into your sweet spot once again and a cry rips from his chest and you both tremble against one another. You both arrived at the same time. You felt as if you were dying the orgasm that shook through you so powerful, your wetness shot out like a sprinkler, wetting the bed.

His cum is hot as it paints your walls white inside you. He continues his thrusts to the point of overstimulation wanting to make sure his essence remained deep inside you. Vecna lets go of your body and you immediately collapse against the mattress. Your face down and ass still in the air as you heaved for air. He stares down at your quaking core which had been coated with a mixture of your blood and juices as well as his cum that began to seep out. He takes a finger gathering it and you turned your head to the side to face him, sticking your tongue out. He runs his finger back and forth against your tongue until you clasp a finger around it and sucked.

He removes his finger, patting and rubbing you on the head. You accept the warm embrace, nuzzles your head into his hand. “I knew you’d be the perfect queen. You understand.”

“Yes, my king. I’ve always known I was meant to serve you. I don’t care if you hurt others. You do it because you want you humanity to be better and recognize its deplorability.”

“You wouldn’t turn against me if I were to ask you to carry out an important mission?”

“No, sir,” You sit up, resting your butt on the bottoms of your feet. “I will do anything you say. I meant every word.”

“Then, there is someone whom I need you to bring to me?”

“Who?”

“Bring me the girl, Eleven. Alive.”

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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ok hear me out reader is with her bf and vecna gets jealous and proves hes better than readers bf 🗿

I Can Do Better

Vecna x Female! Reader | HORROR, R-rated for sexual content

CW: Spoilers for Season 4 Vol. 1, has themes of horror that may be grotesque for some readers

word count: 2k

AN: This was something a LOT of readers requested, and I am happy to say that I have DELIVERED. This scared me a small bit, I wont lie. But I enjoy the horror side to Vecna’s fics. I hope you enjoy this one!

You had been hearing things in your sleep for a while now. Sometimes you heard echoes skitter across your bathroom walls at night. You swore you saw spiders in the corner of your eye. But every time you whirled around, there would be nothing there but the clean white tiles of the walls glaring back at you.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror.

“You are going to go back in there, and you are going to enjoy it.” You told yourself this every time your boyfriend, Jesse, came over.

He just wasn’t…skilled? Was that even how you could describe it? You shook your head. Maybe this time it would be different. You were stressed. Work had left you exhausted at the end of every day. That could be why. It had to be.

“Hey,” Jesse smiled up at you from his place on your couch as you cozied up next to him.

Your heart fluttered in your chest at how adorable he looked. His dusty blond hair was tousled, curls and all falling into his eyes. A sweater essentially swallowed him whole, along with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. This was a sight you wished you could come home to more often. If the two of you could just not be so busy with work…

“You need to relax,” Jesse huffed, letting you sit cross legged between his own legs so he could massage your shoulders. “You are so tense, angel.”

“That feels good,” you sighed, letting your eyes close.

The drone of voices on the TV blended in with Jesse’s voice as he started to ramble on about his day. His fingers kneaded almost sensually into your sore muscles. You groaned and let your head fall forward. It just felt so fucking good.

“Are you enjoying yourself, baby?” Jesse chuckled, continuing his ministrations.

One of his hands roamed underneath your shirt to knead the soft flesh of your lower back. His hands were freezing.

“Your hands are cold,” you complained, wriggling away from his touch.

“No, they aren’t,” he frowned and pressed a hand to your neck. Sure enough, his hands were warm against your skin. “It must’ve been a draft.”

“Yeah…” you couldn’t help the feeling of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. Had it really just been a breeze?

You shook off the feeling and closed your eyes again, leaning your head forward again as he continued where he’d left off. His hands made they way from your shoulders, down your arms, to your sides, and rested on your hips.

“Lie down for me, will you?” he whispered softly into your ear, a sly grin on his face.

“Anything for you, my love,” you said, a cheeky smile gracing your lips as he gently pushed you down to lie on your stomach.

“It’s the least I can do for you. This week hit pretty hard, huh?” His fingers pressed into the muscles across your shoulder blades, slowly inching down to the small of your back, and around your waist, gently squeezing your sides with enough pressure for you to let out a small moan.

“What was that?” You could practically hear the smug smile on Jesse’s face as he leaned in to give the crook of your neck a soft kiss.

You didn’t bother saying anything back, just shaking your head, allowing him to inch your shirt up and pepper kisses along your back.

“Oh.” You gasped, from what Jesse thought was him, when it was really those cold hands reaching underneath you, fingers like ice digging into your hip bones.

Jesse took this as a green light. Warm arms wrapped around you to turn you over, leaving you caged underneath him. You took a deep breath and met his eyes, allowing the golden brown of his eyes to soothe your anxiety.

Those cold hands ran down the sides of your ribcage, and you made a move to sling your arms around Jesse’s neck. Jesse is real, you told yourself. This is real.

Warm lips met yours and you sighed into the kiss, letting it melt all your worries away. A hand made it way down, fingers trailing and brushing against your clothed centre. You gasped into the kiss and allowed him to take your bottom lip between his teeth, revelling at the gentle sting.

The rustle of fabric, a bra clasp undone, and the tips of calloused fingers softly grazing over the peak of your breasts. Another pair of hands, cold, cold, cold, squeezed your hips at the same time Jesse squeezed your breasts. You keened at the different touches, not being able to stop the breathless whimper that escaped your lips.

See? I can do so much better…

Something was very wrong.

“Are you feeling good for me?” Jesse murmured against your ear, voice breathless and ragged.

A cold kiss trailed up your neck, nipping at your jaw.

You’ve behaved so well, haven’t you? the cold fingers raked down your throat.

You let out a stuttered moan and brought a hand up to your neck. Your skin was cold.

“Hey…are you alright?” Jesse looked down at you with worry in his eyes.

“Um…” you broke away from his gaze and took a deep breath, stilling your thoughts. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a bit cold?”

“Oh, I can get a bl-” He started getting off of you to stand up.

“No, no,” you put a hand on his chest and sat up yourself. “It’s okay. Let’s get some dinner fixed, okay?”

With the mood killed to all hell and back, Jesse spent the next two hours helping prepare dinner and staying to watch TV for a while. You’d made it up to him by opening one of your bottles of White Zinfandel sweet rose.

“Goodnight, my beautiful lady.” Jesse gave you the tightest hug imaginable, swaying as he let go to walk down the porch steps.

“Get home safe please!” you called after him. “And drive slowly.”

“Yes ma’am.” Your boyfriend saluted to you, a blush on his cheeks as he got in his car.

You waited for his car to round the corner before going back in, the autumn chill making you rub your hands over your arms.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you said to yourself, switching lights off as you walked to your room, wine bottle and glass in hand. It was less than half full anyways, so why not finish it? It was Friday after all.

Three glasses later, you were on your bed, eyes half closed as music played softly from the TV. You hadn’t bothered to switch it off.

Sooner or later, you found yourself half asleep, blanket half draped over your body. You shivered and pulled the blanket up to your chest.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The clock didn’t wake you up. You didn’t even own a clock. Yet, there it was. The soft chime. You glanced over at your alarm clock. You couldn’t see the time. You were dreaming.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Hello?” you dared to call out, your voice thick from sleep.

Your head pounded. You squeezed your eyes closed for a while; a hand pressed to your forehead. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that rose. It was sweet. It always gave you a headache.

Aren’t you scared?

This voice wasn’t one you had heard before. It was sweet. Far from the scratchy, harsh voice you often heard, that sent chills up your spine and made you want to flee. It almost sounded kind.

“I’m not scared,” you answered into the dark. Your lamp was the only light in your room, and the TV still played on in your living room.

You should be.

Your lamp flickered. The TV hissed with static. Breath caught in your throat, you wrapped your blanket fully around you, like a child scared of a monster under their bed.

“Why should I be scared?”

“And here I thought I was doing so well.”

You whirled around, and almost fell over the side of your bed with how quickly you stood up.

“Sorry to startle you,” the man on the other side of your bed - currently sitting down on the other side of your bed – said very politely. A far cry from the threatening demeanour of his entrance.

“Are you some kind of stalker?” you questioned him. “I heard about the wild animal in town. All around Hawkins. Maybe that was you?”

“What an odd question to ask.” He looked impressed, but for the most part, offended.

“Are you the one that’s been talking to me in my sleep every night?” this situation was so absurd that you didn’t even feel that ashamed to ask, even though you felt your cheeks heat up despite your bravado.

“Now that was what I was hoping you’d ask.”

With the slight lean of his head to the side, you were pushed, by some sort of force, to sit down on your bed again. involuntarily, you felt yourself being pulled over to sit a few inches away from the man, your back against the headboard.

His hair was blond. Almost to the point of being pale. Ghostly. Yet somehow, he was…handsome.

“I don’t want you to be afraid,” he murmured, blue eyes meeting yours.

Your heart seemed to return to its normal pace. His hand softly came up to cup your face. You flinched at the cold.

“I’ve been in your dreams for weeks now…just like this…” he let go of your face and took your chin in his fingers, turning your face to the side.

Your neck bared to him, his lips touched your skin as he spoke.

“I knew you could feel me touch you while Jesse was here. Did you like that?”

“It scared me,” you got out, breath hitching when he nipped at your throat, leaving cold kisses down to your collarbone.

“Is that so?”

His one hand kept your face away from him, his other trailing up your side, skimming over your ribcage, under your pyjama shirt and reaching up to squeeze your breast. His teeth bit over the peak of your other breast over your clothing.

A soft whimper left you. Conscious of how fast your heart was beating – from fear or desire, you couldn’t begin to decipher – you inched up the headboard, giving him the space to lift your shirt up and splay his hands on either side of your ribcage.

“Why me?” you held your breath as he met your gaze, his face inches from yours.

“Because you never yielded,” he hissed into your ear, cupping your heat, palm pressing down hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you.

“I tried for weeks. Testing you. Scaring you…” he nipped at your ear. “But the more I tried, the more you resisted. We are alike that way, you and I.”

You didn’t say anything back. Couldn’t really, as his cold lips pressed against yours. Almost tenderly. Though you knew no affection dwelled in those eyes of his.

“But tonight is the last.” Cold fingers slid your shorts aside and pressed against your entrance. “This little game of ours is over.”

You woke up with a start.

The sun was up. You heard birds outside. The rustle of leaves.

You sat up, immediately regretting it as a headache pounded behind your eyes. When you got up, a wind blew through, kissing your bare skin. The windows weren’t open.

When you climbed into the shower, you swore you felt hands run down your spine. But you shook it off.

It had all been a dream…right?

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elodieballard · 2 years

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because you love her.

jace wayland x fem reader

summary: basically u have no clue how ur love life with jace is going

warnings: clueless clary, lashing out, a little bit of obsession??? jace is a little bit of an idiot (not rude, just ignorant) super off plot of tmi with like one scene you’d know, dorothea is like COMPLETELY ooc (out of character) ooc hodge, slightly ooc clary

i know it sounds boring but i’m just lazy to put anything so lol

also pls excuse the terrible pov pronouns im trying to use second person instead of first for this fic so yeah

AND my only knowledge of tmi is the movie so be kind 🤗🤗

you turn another page in your book, daydreaming as your eyes stare at the words on the pages.

jace. jace, jace, jace, jace.

it was all jace, the only thing that clouded your mind. you found it hard to tear yourself away from the thought of him when you imagined what his lips would feel like. would taste like.

it’s been some time now, the amount of time you’ve been in love with jace. i mean, how couldn’t you? he is an angel—and lord you hate to remember how that was actually literal—but he’s kind behind all of his sarcasm.

he’s really attractive. hot. handsome. pretty, even.

scratch that, he’s more than pretty. he is gorgeous.

when you think about rain, you think about jace. you’ve always loved rain, so the two correlate.

reading, too. reading is always a fun and calming thing to do, even if you’re teased for it.

it’s not very common for shadowhunters or demon hunters to be so soft, at least that’s what jace thought.

until he met you. he likes your softness. he liked a little too much, even. he likes that you don’t wear an overly amount of makeup like izzy does.

he likes that you’re comfortable with your own beauty. sure, he knows you aren’t confident, which he doesn’t understand.

he loved all of things before clary came. to you, he was okay with those things. he didn’t care about the reading or the makeup, that’s why he didn’t tease you for it.

but when clary came, things changed. you noticed jace didn’t care much to defend you against alec’s smart comments about reading, and he didn’t even protest when izzy suggested giving you a makeover when it was time to go to magnus’ party.

yesterday, you blinked harshly as izzy’s hair curler left a section in your hair. you were deep in thought as izzy styles your hair, smiling as she brushed some hair out of your face.

“what’s gotten you so worked up?” she said in a tone one talks in after laughing. anyone else would suppose she was being sarcastic, teasing you, even. clary probably would. but you knew izzy for your entire life to know how to read in between the lines.

“i just wish i wasn’t here.” you mumbled, looking to the side.

“with me?” she scrunched your hair a little bit, giving it volume.

“no, i’d love to be in here talking to you about the party and if there would be any cute boys there or even the fucking escape route we’ll have to use once we crash the whole thing.” your voice was getting louder by the moment and izzy knew something was up.

“if you’re worried about miss googly eyed carrie or whatever her name is, i assure you she’ll only be here for a little bit.”

“i’m worried about her, yeah, but not in the way you assume i am.” you mumbled.

“i don’t know why you’d be worried, she’s not going to take your spot in hodge’s eyes.”

as izzy reached for the brush, you crack a smile. you were always hodge’s favorite, so, no, you’d never be worried about it.

“what do you mean ‘googly eyed’?” you asked curiously, pinching yourself in the wrist as you asked the question in regret.

“you didn’t see it? she’s like, totally in love with jace,” izzy smiled and grabbed the curler.

your heart drops to your feet.

“jace seems to like her, too. he’s worried about her all the time, he’s the one who brought her here… it’s love at first sight if you ask me. dontcha think?”

you swallowed. you wanted to cover your ears and scream until izzy shut up, but you couldn’t. “yeah, i do.” you tried to hide the shakiness in your voice.

“they’d be cute together. especially with the height difference. i don’t know if you got a good look at her, but she’s your height. short-”

you tried not to roll your eyes.

izzy sighed before continuing. “and it’s a power couple. she seems innocent. not much like a badass. but we both know jace, on the other hand.”

you forced a laugh. “yeah.”

“now that i think about it, you and clary are similar. really similar, actually. you guys would get along.”

you bit your lip. in this moment, you wanted to tell izzy all about your love for jace, but it wasn’t worth it. there was no point. you swallowed. “maybe, yeah.”

izzy finished with your hair and moved on to makeup. later, you found yourself wearing an extremely short dress and thigh high boots. you had to walk to the party and you walked alongside jace, it was the one time he wasn’t all over clary that day and you just wanted to hear his laugh and to laugh at his jokes.

but now, today, the pages of your favorite book tickles at your fingertips as you stare at the worlds sputtered along them, your brain not registering a simple thing.

“that book must not be very interesting.” you hear from behind you, scaring you out of your daydream.

“jace!” you exclaim.

“really? is that me?” he jokes sarcastically.

you giggle and playfully slap him in the shoulder. “shut up.”

“what book is it?”

“never mind the book, what are you doing in here?”

the blonde lets out a breath, flopping onto your bed. “boredddd.”

you’re taken aback at this. calmly as you can, you say your response carefully so it’s not sarcastic. “where’s clary?”

“what does clary have to do with my boredom?”

you almost laugh at this. “nothing, you’ve just been all over her yesterday and this morning, i thought you guys would be in a closet making out or something.”

jace’s expression drops as he feels his heart stop. his breath hitched. “why are you being like that?”

you close your book. “like what?”

“look, just because i have a heart-”

you immediately lunge forward and feel his chest area where his heart is. you try to pretend that it isn’t beating crazily fast at the distance between the two of your faces.

“not there.”

jace can’t hide his laugh. “yeah, okay. well, just because i have a heart and want to help someone out, doesn’t mean i’m in love with them! and anyway, why is it such a big deal if i were in love with her?”

“is that you admitting that you do?”

“no! answer my fucking question!” he demands.

you swallow, feeling defeated. “it’s not that. she’s taking up all of your time and i literally don’t get to see you anymore.”

you walk to your bookshelf and put your book in. keeping your cool was getting harder and harder by the moment.

“well i’m offering now?” he says, but it sounds like he’s questioning it.

“and then? what about tomorrow?” you put your hair behind your ear, reaching for a gold ring.

“what’s that?” jace gets off of your bed and points to the ring.

“remember when we were kids and you gave me a promise ring that one day we’d get married?” your voice cracks as you place the ring on your finger. “it was sweet at first, but…”

as you pull the ring off your finger, jace is quick to push it back on.

you feel the heat in your cheeks rising, going crazy. you swallow and look into his eyes.

he sighs, removing his hands from yours. “get ready, we’ll leave in a bit. and if you’re so obsessed with clary, i’ll ask her to come. you guys will get along.”

he walks out of the room leaving you blushing and confused.

~ clary is all over you, she thinks you’re the coolest person to ever exist.

“your hair looks really pretty, too.” she says, brushing her fingers through it.

“thanks, izzy curled it last night.” you try to hide the annoyance in your voice.

the cab car was extremely hot. the driver had a passenger in the front seat, so the three of you—jace, clary, you— had undid your appearance runes and you were basically hitch hiking without the driver or the passenger knowing.

jace to the left of you and clary to the right.

if you were being honest, you didn’t want to be sitting next to him after what happened earlier. was he trying to say that he still wanted to marry you after all the years?

“oh, please, stop fighting over me, girls!” jace jokes sarcastically. clary cracks up, but for once, you don’t laugh at his joke. he notices this and raises an eyebrow.

“so, clary, where’s your mundane friend?” you ask curiously, starting to think you were wrong about her at first.

“oh, he’s with izzy. she said she’ll take care of him while we go out.” clary looks out the window, admiring the city.

“right.” you turn to your left to find that jace was already staring at you, his gaze low at the hem of your dress.

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like the way you looked and felt in the dress and makeup you wore yesterday. you decided that before you headed back to the institute, you and izzy could go shopping. you found a ton of short dresses you bought without even trying on, of course.

“what’s up?” you say, staring at jace, his eyes dancing along the hem.

he shoot’s his head up, caught in the act. you smile to yourself. “you’re wearing makeup, aren’t you?”

you bite back a grin. “izzy gave me a bit, she said it looked pretty on me.”

jace doesn’t seem amused. “i think you look better without it.”

you don’t know if that’s a compliment, but you find yourself with a stupid grin plastered on your face as you watch the scenery outside of clary’s window.

“where are we going, by the way?” clary whispers.

“shit.” jace gasps as he grabs your hand, making you instinctively grab clary’s. he opens the door on his side and the driver stops the car, going to see why the door opened and you start running.

you and clary are cracking up at how concentrated jace is as he turns the corner.

“where are we going?!?” you repeat clary’s question from earlier as you start going down a hill.

“hodge used to take us there,” he turns to face you, who has no clue where he plans on going. you raise an eyebrow with crossed arms. “don’t start with the ‘oh, he used to take us everywhere!’ shit, we went a few times every week.”

you smile. you never realized how much of a father hodge acted as, your parents had died in a battle against vampires, and jace’s parents— no one really knew much about.

“i don’t know!” you squeal.

jace squeezes your hand a little tighter and angrily pushes past a crowd of people who jump at the feeling of being pushed but nothing to be pushed by. after blushing over this, you turn to clary who shrugs at jace’s random anger.

“are we going to see dorothea?” you gasp when you realize and jace giggles.

“dorothea?” clary asks, a little alarmed. “that’s my neighbor!”

“you live next to dorothea?” jace asks after turning around to face clary.

you see tension. you can practically feel it. it makes you sick to your stomach. clary’s going to take this moment to bond with jace, when you and him have been coming here since you were little.

“s-she’s— yes.” clary struggles, looking down at her feet.

“she’s yes?” jace laughs at her own joke. you force a laugh to get out of the rearview.

“i knew i recognized this street,” clary whispers to you as you turn the corner.

“okay.” you don’t even want to talk to her anymore. sure, it wasn’t her fault that she lives next to dorothea, but it was almost completely obvious she got nervous when jace got a little too close to her. you clear your throat. “jace, we’re here.”

jace was staring at the ground and he picks his head up without saying anything and turns back to you and clary.

“have you got a key?” he asks clary.

clary is still bright red as she nods, but she puts her hand under the mat on the porch and puts it through the keyhole.

“after you.” jace smiles brightly as he opens the door for you and clary.

you go in before her, jace takes notice to how you cut her off to get in front.

once the three of you are inside, you start to look around. it’s like a regular apartment building, budget was probably sixty thousand on the minimum interior decorating.

jace walks over to the first door on the first floor and knocks.

“shoo, put my mail at the door of my door!” you hear from inside. you look at jace and smile, who smiles back. this gives you major butterflies.

jace knocks again.

“disobeying bastards!” you hear dorothea yell from inside before the door opens and you get a clear view of her. she didn’t age, she was already really old. she looked the same.

“oh my lord!” she exclaims before extending her arms to jace and pulling him in a hug. jace doesn’t really appreciate physical touch that isn’t formed by him, but he accepts it because it’s dorothea. “jace, boy, you’ve gotten so big!”

she turns to you and extends her arms. “and hello, y/n… you’re still small and fragile…”

she chuckles to herself, but you can’t help but feel a little offended.

jace knows how you feel about this, so he rubs your back comfortingly.

“and clary…” she looks at her unamused and then opens the door completely so you all can walk in.

her place has remained the same over the years. not a single book, even, has moved.

you linger closer to jace as you tour her one-bedroom which seems to make him uncomfortable. like you’re following him.

dorothea smiles as she takes a seat at her table. “jace, y/n, come sit.”

you and jace look at each other. then you follow him to the table she’s sitting at as clary explores the room.

“oh, i can’t believe how long it’s been…” she says, looking teary eyed.

“twelve years.” you say, trying not to make it obvious you’re uncomfortable. the situation is awkward.

dorothea stares at you blankly. “you look so beautiful, dear.”

“uh, thanks… izzy let me borrow some makeup.”

if you were being honest, jace looked pissed. it was stupid he thought he could control how you lived.

“she still looks beautiful without it.” he says, facing dorothea. he doesn’t even shoot a second glance towards you.

your cheeks grow red rapidly, and you try not to smile. “thanks.”

jace crosses his arms.

dorothea smiles wildly at the two of you. “you two still plan on getting married? you’re together, right?”

you and jace look at each other and clary stops. she wants to see what he says.

then jace’s gaze moves to your ring and you feel like you’re about to explode.

jace then turns to dorothea. “maybe. i don’t know.”

you look to the side and jace doesn’t shoot a second glance to you.

is that why he gave you the ring? he still wants to marry you? like he did as a little boy?

“that’s wonderful, your babies would be beautiful you know?” dorothea clasps her hands and stands up. “well unfortunately you came at a bad time. i was just getting ready for bed, but don’t let that stop you. feel free to loiter, i suppose. i really did miss you children. and it was nice to see you, clary.”

she really doesn’t care about clary though, which makes you feel happy for some reason. like you won.

“y/n, you sure you don’t want to go home and go to bed?” jace asks with a smirk.

“shut up, jace. you never used to tease me about that. you always defended me for it.” you don’t know why you said it, but once it was out of your mouth, you felt you spoke the truth. you just wish it wasn’t in front of dorothea.

“i’m just joking,” jace laughs and clary is cracking up from beside you.

you have to finish what you started. “joking? but isn’t that what alec and izzy did? hell, even magnus!”

dorothea realized she wasn’t welcome in this argument and had made her way to the other room for bed. you shoot a glance at jace that says ‘bring this outside’ but not in a friendly manner.

jace grabs your hand and rushes you outside, leaving clary standing there, confused.

“you NEED to stop, okay?” jace spits, holding you by the shoulders.

“i’m sorry, are you angry i’m finally standing up to you and your obsession with clary?” as you said this, you kept getting up in his face. this didn’t please him in the slightest. he didn’t want to want to kiss you ask you SCREAMED at him.

“stand up for yourself some other fucking time! right now, we just came to see dorothea— i just BROUGHT you to see dorothea and you’re being an ungrateful fucking brat, you know that?”

you shouldn’t. you shouldn’t be blushing at his words. they’re not coming out in the sense you would blush at them, so why are you?

“jace..” you feel every wall within you fall. every hope and dream is shattered. “i’m done waiting for you.”

“waiting for me? waiting for me to do what?” his tone immediately dropped asks he felt his heart shatter.

your gaze is followed by jace’s when you look down at your hand and slowly slip the promise ring off of your finger. “i’m done waiting.”

you try to walk away, so he doesn’t see you cry, but he grabs you. he pulls you back in front of him and immediately attaches his lips to yours. you melt into the kiss as soon as he does it, your hands going around his neck while his travel to your waist. it was perfect. this was perfect.

after a good long moment, you come up for air, the first to pull away. you entangle your fingers in his hair and push your forehead onto his. “jace… you can’t.”

another part in jace shatters, but he doesn’t know what it is. “i can’t? i can’t what?”

you can’t help but look at his lips. pink already, and you’d only kissed for a good twenty seconds. you wonder if yours are like that. “we can’t do this. us.”

“what? why not?”

“because you love her.” you look towards the house, to dorothea’s room where clary was watching you through the window.

he chuckles and kisses you on the lips again, this time for longer. when he pulls away, he cups your face with his hand. “just you. only you. always you.”

which makes your heart explode. that was something you said to each other all the time as kids, and you can’t believe he remembered it.

“i’ve always loved you, y/n. did you think my promise ring was some kind of joke?”

#jace wayland #jace has too many last names #jamie bower x you #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower x you #peter ballard #peter ballard fluff #001 stranger things #001 x reader #001 x y/n #001 x you #henry creel #jace herondale x reader #jace herondale #jamie bower #jace wayland x reader #jace wayland x y/n #jace herondale x y/n

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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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#peter ballard x reader #peter ballard fluff #001 x reader #001 fluff #henry creel x reader #peter ballard imagine #peter ballard #001 imagine #henry creel imagine #henry creel fluff #peter ballard x y/n #peter ballard angst #001 x y/n #001 angst #henry creel angst

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dobiemart · 2 years

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wet dreamz

pairing, edward “eddie” munson, steven “steve” harrington, & peter ballard, henry creel, or 001 x reader (non poly)

summary, general n’ relationship headcanons about the stranger things boys for girlfriends day because i love them so much and want need all of them to marry me.

word count, a lot lmao

byr, ty for all the love on my last peter story!!

im pretty sure i actually cried over the amount of people that actually liked it and enjoyed reading it so thank all of you lovely babes <33

also, can y’all tell these are my big three hahabdnxjshd andd theres an eddie fic coming up next so stay tuned for that

warnings, fluff and nsfw content but no actual smut, swearing, descriptions of body shapes, mentions of voyeurism, oral sex (m and f receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, breeding kink, cum eating, dry humping (?), slapping, teasing, jealous sex, mentions of squirting, biting/marking, and this being overall filthy with some fine ass men to back it up. no, im not sorry either.

eddie “the freak” munson

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this man really is genuinely a sweetheart.

his uncle raised him incredibly right and he respects everybody for who they are (minus those who chose to toss balls into laundry baskets, of course. it’s what’s killing the kids!)

hes a 10 but cannot cook shit but lukewarm water and pb n j’s. however, he’d try his hardest to make you something to eat if you were hungry.

for my beautiful ladies of color that wear their bonnets without a care, hes snatching it off and will take his ass whooping with pride.

i actually think he takes pretty decent care of his curls, minus a few frizzy clumps and knots. but he washes it with the same 10 in 1 body wash he uses for everything.

yes, eddie is loud and dramatic. no, he does not care. yes, you do love him for it, and no, you will not ever ask him to change cause thats simply who he is.

eddie is super clumsy on his ass every couple of minutes, resulting in you playing nurse and many kiddy bandaids being scattered around his arms and legs.

rubs your lotions, oils, coco butter, and creams onto your skin simply because he loves touching you. and maybe grabbing a handful of that ass- i mean- personality! yeah.

as eddie lovers, we cannot stress this enough. EDWARD MUNSON READS OUT LOUD AND HE WILL READ TO YOU. he has and will forever read you stupid ads from the newspaper to make you smile early in the morning.

he constantly nags you wear his chunky ass rings just to smile like an idiot when they easily slide off your fingers.

eddie loses shit constantly and does the standard spin in a circle and pat your pockets move until he remembers where he put it. and him doing his tongue thing the whole time. (hes so cute please)

though i love this man so much, but i just know he chews with his mouth wide open half the time without even realizing hes doing it.

cleaning up eddie’s room while youre with him just for him to throw some shit on the floor two seconds later and says a simple “what? did i do somethin’ wrong, babe?” when you give him the ‘go get my church belt.’ look.

it doesnt matter if youre shorter, taller, or the same height as him. eddie is stuffing his face in them tibbies when you hug. big or small, flappy or tippy tappy. hes getting a face full without any shame.

speaking of hugs, eddie really reminds me of a puppy in so many ways. he’d sit for a while and let you cuddle up on him, maybe falling asleep if he’s tired enough, but if not, you’d have to switch positions or he’d get up dance around with you if he was his usual ball of energy.

code switches from a grown man to whiney baby when you deny him affection in any type of way. you rejected a kiss ONE TIME and have never tried to pull that shit ever again.

you have to force him to take off that damn hellfire shirt cause he will live laugh love in that fucker until the day he… well… y’know. haha. (still too soon??)

nsfw

i just wanna get this shit out of the way first, edward ja‘quaviontavious munson would fake bang you every single time you bent down to get something. i do not care, eddie stans make the rules. it doesn't matter where you are either. man will grab your hips and slam his into that ass so quick, groaning dramatically while he does it.

on that note, eddie is a simple man. he likes a nice booty, but he also likes a titty or two. then again, he’d never turn down a thigh and tummy special. mf likes EVERY PART of his meal.

he gives switch energy but i really always lean towards a service dom or subby top typa eddie cause pspspspspsps i love him sm.

it does not fucking matter what you look like, what youre wearing, if your makeup and hair is done or not. eddie will get a piece of you whenever he can.

fantasizes about fucking you in the club room on his throne, sometimes with steve watching. (its up to YYYOUUU if you take him up on that you lil nasty freaky bi-)

eddie loves eating you out. when i say LOVES, I MEAN THIS MAN COULD GO AT IT FOR HOURSS ON EEENNDDUGH. 110% gets pussy-drunk too. but you could just give him one more, right baby?

has a thing for your nails scratching behind his ears/the back of his neck, also likes having his neck sucked on and will wear his hickies like a new name brand necklace.

he’s creamed in his boxers once or twice or maybe a couple more times from you grinding on him through his jeans while you made out.

ok ok but his exhuming bottom energy tells me that he’d babble so much while you were riding him. gives very much “you feel s’good baby, please,” and “oh- holy shit, baby! im so-o fucking deep-“ yada yada please fuck me sir and so on.

from the many of pornos hes seen, he’ll look over them and try to learn how to make you squirt. did it work? we’ll never know. (yea.. it did.)

grips onto the bedsheets instead of your hair when you give him head, as to not ruin your hours of precious work you did on your hair the previous night.

but when hes on his dommy wommy shit he loves to have a hand around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly and digging the cold metal of his jewelry into your neck.

wear that damn hellfire shirt and see what happens. if you wanna risk never walking again, do it, bestfriend. (but lets be honest, we’d all snatch up the opportunity to be with that raggedy ass white man ANYDAY.)

along with eddie being the sweetest boy ever, hes the sweetest after sex. he’ll get you whatever you need/want without as much as an inch of hesitation. he's always clingier afterwards, too. so give up any plans you had for that day cause it's time for hours of cuddles with our boy.

steve “the hair” harrington

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also one hell of a sweetheart.

cooks, cleans, takes care of his kids, works, and is a certified baby daddy AND mother all at the same time. mf if you dont just put a ring on him already-

would tie your shoes for you. thats all. thats it. thats a wrap.

he cannot go anywhere without at LEAST two cups of coffee. a mother needs her morning newspaper and her happy juice to feel sane.

random asf but i feel like he has a juicer and will make the most god awful combinations and make you tru them with him haHAHAHHD

buys absolutely anything you want the second you lay a singular eye on it. (woah, y/n.. why are you looking directly at that ring?)

is the typa guy to bring you a new bouquet of flowers every week and would probably eventually get a job there with robin cause of how much he's there anyway.

steve has spidey senses. if theres a mood switch hes gonna know so simply let him cuddle you and hold you and never let you go.

kisses your hands, especially your ring finger. just to make sure you know he’ll eventually make you his forever.

hes the little spoon half the time. i do NOT make these rules y'all it's simply just the truth.

multitasking all the time. he’ll be talking to you and scribbling over the questions dustin got wrong for his english homework, all while making dinner for you two.

steve totally calls you at the video store and twirls the phone cord while he's talking. (robin will never let that shit go. EVER.)

he likes baking in the winter just to sit by the fire with the warm cookies and a contrast of cold milk. also cause winter time cuddles are the best type of cuddles.

mr. harrington as 2 rules in his car. no making chewbacca noises for dustin, and he always has to have a hand holding yours or on your thigh while he drives. (he’ll die without it, y’know.)

has a candy stash he will never tell anybody about, including you until you’re trusted to not take it all.

dies when you play with his hair. ABSOLUTELY dies. man is a tomato. hes R E D. NEON red at that.

again, i love steve so much, but he gives lactose intolerant energy IMSOSORRY

he has delectable taste in music. you get that blondie, bowie, beetles, etc.

stevie knows how to do hair and knows how to do it damn well. oh you want twists? go ahead and get cha pillow, baby. you want braids? hol’ on let me get my comb so we can get to sectioning. you want the normal fro? gir- if you go out with half yo damn head flat he’s finna have a fit.

he gradually moves everything in your room to his house and pretends like he doesn't know why it's at his now.

nsfw

dear lord jesus we’re sinning in the church WE’RE SINNING IN THE DAMN CHURCH.

softest dom in the history of dommingly domming until hes jealous or stressed. we see why yall mfs had six lil’ nuggets after that.

100% loves giving head too. another mf that gets pussy-drunk quick as hell and also babbles while receiving.

does not particularly like hurting you, but a slap or two on that ass wont hurt THAT bad, right? a bite here and there can't be too terrible..

two works. BREEDER. BALLS. also has a fat ass breeding kink and will absolutely pull out the “c’mon baby, please? jus’ wanna see you big and round with my babies- fuckin’ god, imagine your tits- please lemme fill you up,” just to be able to cum in you.

steve absolutely adores your thighs and would happily die between them. he’d also drag his fingertips over your stretch marks whenever he was particularly keen on getting his face in between your legs.

getting plowed in the video store bathroom and on the front counter after they close tee hee

will never admit it, but after one too many orgasms he WILL cry from overstimulation. just imagine the pretty, hot tears running from his eyes while you bounce on him.

hand marks on your hips from how hard he grabs you, practically urging you to cum early.

loves to see your face in missionary n would bury his face in your neck when hes about to cum.

would eat his cum out of you and i simply stand by that. putting my foot down and keeping it flat on the ground for it, in fact.

the sex after a long shift at the store… girl apologize to your parts and kiss her goodbye.

cuddle-fucking in bed before both of you drag yourselves downstairs just to do it again on the couch

ruts his hips into yours while sloppily making out because mm mm mm

loves it when you pull at his hair. literally doesn't matter where he is please pull on it he’ll die

as well as being the king of hawkins, steve is the king of aftercare. he normally always has a change of clothes, a couple of snacks, and a bottle of water near the bed before you even come over. oh, you wanted a bath, too? the water is already running and the bubbles are bubbling.

peter “angel eyes” ballard

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besides literally being trapped in a lab, peter is an incredible man as well. (as incredible as he could be, anyway.)

a true gentleman that helps you in anyway that he can. oh you’re hungry? he’ll sneak in the kitchen and see what he can do. you’re tired? he’ll cover every round he needs to so you can rest.

actually adores you. in every way possible. to him, he’s a god and you’re his goddess. you both reign supreme over everyone and it will forever stay that way.

if he ever could, he tries to celebrate holidays with you. giving you small things that he’s had the children make just to put a smile on your face. even if it would get him into trouble.

peter will always take the blame for you, even if you don’t want him to. it would pain him more to see you even be slightly scolded by papa than it ever would being shocked.

dealing with him being a worry-puss over everything. you could take a step a millisecond slow from your regular pace and he’d be all over you asking if you were sore or hurting.

the definition of a cutie patootie in the morning. his hair no longer in its professional, upkept state, but ruffled all around the white of his pillowcase. his face being slightly flushed and his beautiful blues being put on display in contrast of his monochromatic room. im in love.

loves random talks with you throughout the day. especially ones while you watch over the rainbow room. he’ll gladly listen to whatever you say with an adoring look on his face, simply because he loves your voice and how you speak.

if when you two do escape, peter and you would have a small house away from the louder part of the city. i feel that he’d be a dark academia and minimalistic type of person with his home and clothing.

puts a ring on it as soon as you escape. he said you’d be his forever and he meant it.

peter loves that he gets to be himself with you. not the orderly he was forced to be. his hair was now grown out, a slight bit of stubble on his chin, and his puppy-like smile was brightly flaunted around all day.

likes physical affection, but he loves doing things for you. acts of service is just his thing. bringing you a warm drink in the morning, handing you your bag before you go out, picking you up from work, you name it and he’ll do it for you.

loves to read during his spare time and will read to you if you’re both cuddling while he does it. if it’s a romance/fantasy story, he’ll replace the characters name with his and yours.

picnic dates, café dates, library dates, walks through the forest, sitting by the lake, allll the cute pinterest dates we live laugh love for.

when you show him golden girls for the first time, he’s instantly hooked. you’ll come home from work/school sometimes just to see him cuddled up on the couch with a bunch of snacks and a re-run of his show on the television.

also loves bakeries. please take him there and get him a blueberry muffin or a strawberry cream puff. he’ll be as happy as a kid in a candy store.

he’d totally sing you to sleep too. did i add this only because i heard “dream a little dream of me” and thought of peter again? maybe. are we gonna talk about it? absolutely not.

nsfw

ooo i had to crack my knuckles for this one. TURN THIS SHIT UP!

lets be honest, he’d have absolutely 0 idea of how to do anything once he first started. this is the one thing he’s actually clueless about.

mans gets bricked up over the simplest things. you could inhale and he’d be down tremendously, horrendously, dramatically, terribly bad. but who wouldn’t? its you we’re talking about here.

but peter is literally a baby daddy. so when he learns what you like and how to do, he cannot get his hands off of you.

folds you like play-doh anytime he wants you in a different position. half the time scaring you half to death because you didn't know you could bend like that.

likes to mark you. especially by bite marks. i feel like he has pretty sharp canines and would dig them into your neck while he was biting and sucking on your sweet spot.

personally, i’d love pete’s slim hands around my throat, and i think he’d be more than willing to comply, but that’s just me.

is sweet but also mean at the same time. especially when giving you head. dont get me wrong, he loves to do it, but he also loves to see how frustrated you get when he just wont get to that sweet spot inside of you yet.

motherfucker is long. and he knows he is. so he’ll politely try not to go too hard when you go down on him, but he can’t help it when his hips buck up every now and then. but he sweetly apologizes with a “so-sorry, bunny, i jus’ cant help it, you feel s’good-“

likes to hold your hand most of the time. just seeing your sparkling ring finger in his grasp does something to him, making him into pound you even harder.

titty man. man likes a good titty. simply, a good handful of boob makes everybody feel alright.

peter also loves the idea of breeding you. seeing you full of his cum to the point where it’s spilling out of you makes him wanna do it all over again. he obviously does, and the cycle keeps going.

when you two were in the lab, you’d always have to quickly sneak off for sex. usually ending up in an old storage closet or an infirmary bed when the nurses were on break.

his long, slender fingers being slotted between your lips to lube them up. plus him moaning over this while his cock twitches because he can already imagine how they’ll feel when they’re finally on him.

do not be fooled by his angelic face and gorgeous eyes, he will not hesitate to beat your girly up into SHAPE if he sees you talking with another guy or sees a mouth breathers eyes linger on you for too long. you seriously need to apologize for the abuse you put your kitty through.

how is he at aftercare? simply perfect. at first, he didn’t know what it was, therefore he didn’t think it was very important to do anything of the sort after sex. but after he learns, he’s great at it. he’s your personal butler until you fall asleep and that’s not even the end of it.

hey bestie baes, how yall doin?

i hope youre all doing incredible on this incredible first day of the month.

i love you so so much and all your reblogs, follows, and likes are always appreciated. <3

-coraline :)

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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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sykokittyy · 2 years

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mean!soft!dom!henry brainrot:

just imagine he's fucking you from behind and you're overstimulated. you express this to him and he just thrusts even harder and says, "you can hold a little bit longer for me, can't you angel?" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT

by the way i literally love your blog.

RIGHT OMG!!!

I could imagine that you and him had been eye fucking each other from across the rainbow room and the lessons with the children like all though out the whole entire day. And you would kinda tease him too.

Like omg. It wouldn’t matter if it would be you just bending over to help pick up a toy that one of the children had dropped, or you slightly bending down (which makes your white skirt rise a little) and making sure the children were okay.

And you could tell that he was starting to get frustrated and aroused, and he would just keep staring at you, WITH NO SHAME LOL! And you could just feel him staring a hole into your face.

So later on, when the children are able to go back to their rooms; you would go to the janitor closet to get some wipes to wipe down the tables in the rainbow room. As you were walking to the closet, you felt that someone else was watching you, but you just felt that you were being paranoid.

You would walk into the closet finding the wipes only to turn around and see Henry. He would quickly close the door and lock it making your heart sink to your core.

“Well, well, well. It sure is nice seeing that pretty look on your face.”, he says with a smirk slowly walking towards you.

“What look” you asked nervously while slowly moving back before you back hit one of the shelves.

He continued continued walking towards you until he were inches from you face, “The look of “oh shit, what have I gotten myself into” look” he says with a smug look while looking into your eyes.

You wouldn’t be able to get the chance to respond before he would start to rip off your clothes and start to kiss you on your plump lips. He had stripped you down to your underwear before placing a few chaste kisses on your lip making moan.

“Turn around, bend over, and place your hands on the shelf behind you” he commanded. You wanted to test his patience but he gave you a look to let you know to not test his composure. You turned slowly and did as he said.

“These are some pretty undergarments that you have y/n.”, he said complimenting your baby pink lace underwear. He lightly started to trace his fingers over your fabric covered cunt before grabbing at hem of your underwear. “Too bad, that I’ll have to rip them off of you.”, he said before snatching the thin lace material, causing them to rip off you.

You whimpered at the feeling of cold air against your exposed core. Henry then, takes both of his hands and rubs them both over your ass- cheeks before giving them a hard smack making you gasp. He chuckled lightly at your reaction before slowly making his fingers go lower towards your folds.

He would gently run his hands through you folds and place his thumb on your clitoris rubbing tight little circles onto you slowly. You move your ass towards him for more friction when he would smack your ass and tell you to stay still.

When he would see that you were starting to produce lubricant from your cunt, he would then come to an abrupt stop.

He would start to unfasten his belt and start unbuttoning and unzipping his white trousers; making them fall to the ground with a slight thud. He would start stroking himself while walking back towards you.

You would feel him place one of his hands on you back while the other was guiding his dick through your folds gathering up lubricant making you moan a little. “Are you ready for daddy’s dick? I want you to beg for me.” he would whisper in your ear before entering.

“Please yes, I want you insi—“, and before you could finish you felt him push inside you you tight, wet, cunt making you both grunt in pleasure. He would start off slow, trying to help you get used to his size, but as few minutes passed he started to pick up the pace.

“Shhh, you don’t want anyone to hear us in here do you? Take it like a good girl and you”ll be rewarded.”, he said whole tightly grabbing onto your hips and thrusting faster making you core tighten up around him.

1 hour later…

At least an hour had passed and he was still fucking you into oblivion. You had to have had orgasmed at least 3 times while being in the closet with him. You had did missionary, cowgirl, and had even had gotten some oral. He put you on the floor, and on your hands and knees making you take every length of him from behind.

“I’m about to cum—please make it stop, I can’t take it anymore—please, please ahh!”, you said whimpering. He quickly rapped his hand around your throat and yanked you up towards his chest, still pounding into you making you moan a little louder.

“Cmon sweetie, I know you have one more orgasm left in you. Show daddy how good he makes you feel, you’d make him very proud.”, he panted before his hips staggered letting you know he was close. “I’m gonna cum—“, you whimpered before cumming hard on his dick while damn near losing consciousness.

After a few more strokes, henry slammed his hips one last time before he let go strings of cum inside you heat, while stroking slowly getting through his high. You both collapsed on the ground trying to catch the breath you had once lost. You both looked at each other before giving giggling.

You went towards him and placed a kiss on his pink plump lips before staring into his eyes. “You did such a good job for me today” he complimented before slowly stoking his hand along your back.

“I know daddy, we should do this more often.”, you said while giving him a smirk.

The end.

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fleetingvow · 2 years

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peter ballard getting outraged because y’all murdered y/n and now he’s out here killing everyone at the lab. just a thought — might write later.

#001 x reader #peter ballard x reader #001 x you #001 x y/n #001 #001 stranger things #henry creel x reader #henry creel #peter ballard angst #peter ballard #stranger things 4 #st4 #peter ballard st4 #st4 spoilers

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honeybadgerwritings · 2 years

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Every Step You Take

Pairing: Dark!Peter Ballard x Afab Fem!Reader - Dark!001 x Afab Fem!Reader

Requested: Hi there! First I wanted to express how in love I am with your work! I honestly think you're an amazing writer and that your works are bliss istg! ♡ I just read that you're closing your requests and I wanted to see if I could leave one, if you don't wanna answer it it's okay I understand ♡I wanted to request a Peter Ballard x fem reader (if you want the reader can be one of Brenner's kids but ofc the reader's of age) with the prompts 1, 9 in fluff, 22 and 23 in smut, 19 and 25 in angst, all from him and in the order you want!

Summary: Chaos erupts in Hawkins lab. What’s happens when your close friend Peter is the reason why?

Warnings: Heavy Mentions of Blood, Gore, Violence, Death, Manipulation, Claustrophobia, Panic Attacks, Smut, Age-Gap, Oral (Fem Receiving), Fingering, Edging If You Squint.

Please Please Please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: The reader is 18+ in this fic. If I had to give her an actual age I would say roughly 21-22. Peter is roughly 28-29. Any sexual acts are fully consensual. This is also tagged as Dark!Peter, and while that is true, it’s mostly just regular Peter, because he himself is a walking red flag, and his character is already very dark. Just wanted to make that known.

Prompts:

1. “I want you by my side.”

9. “Just trust me alright?”

19. “I know you’re mad at me, but I’m only doing this to protect you.”

22. “So good for me, look at how much you came.”

23. “Where did this attitude come from hm?”

25. “Please don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

This is not yet edited, I will get to it ASAP

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⚠️ This fic is 18+ so minors DNI ⚠️

Please read the Author’s Note and Warnings above before continuing!!! Thank you!

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Chaos.

If there’s one word you could pick to describe the situation you’re currently in, that would be the word to choose.

Everything around you is in utter chaos.

Alarms are blaring, the fluorescent lights over head are flickering, screaming echoes from somewhere throughout the building, and everyone is tumbling past you. It’s all a blur of white uniforms and clicking heels as someone shoves you out of their way. They’re all more concerned for their own safety than yours, as you stand there, utterly clueless, in your hospital gown.

This doesn’t upset you though. In all honesty you’re not really worried about yourself either; If it comes down to it, you’d use your powers for protection. The only thing you’re actually worried about right now is finding him.

Finding Peter.

Peter is your….friend? Companion? You’re not really sure to be honest. All you know is that the two of you had grown close in recent months, bonding over shared experiences with loneliness. You both found solitude in each other, and he made sure you knew that you could always come to him for help, advice, or comfort.

And you did, almost every day in fact.

Being so much older than all of the kids easily made you an outcast amongst them. They didn’t disrespect you at all, in fact they’re all borderline terrified of you, but that didn’t stop the exclusion. Papa never really acknowledged you anymore, other than when he needed to run some tests, and all of the workers treated you like you were five. You were so lonely and had no one to talk to for a long time, spending most nights wandering the halls instead of being alone with your thoughts in your room.

It wasn’t until you had first bumped into him in the hall about a year ago that you even knew of his presence. He’d been so kind and gentle with you that day, helping you up from the ground and guiding you back to your room.

“How did you even manage to sneak out?” He’d asked, and you’d been forced to meekly explain that after many freak outs, Papa instructed workers to leave your door open a crack every night.

You’re insanely claustrophobic, and your room really doesn’t help. You don’t have control over the lights, so it’s almost always dark in there, and it’s such a small, confined space that it makes it hard for you to breathe.

You’d expected him to roll his eyes and scoff like every other person who’d heard the story, but he didn’t. He threw his head back with a laugh, joking that you must have caused a lot of trouble to get Papa to agree to something like that.

He wasn’t far off, but you didn’t feel like going into detail.

He’d guided you into your room, and waited for you to get situated in bed before wishing you goodnight with a wink, and leaving the door open a crack.

The whole interaction left you both flustered and confused, wondering why this absolute stranger had such an effect on you, and why he spoke to you with kindness instead of authority like everyone else did.

You began to notice his presence more often after that. He would always offer to play chess with you in the rainbow room if you seemed bored, sometimes he’d be the one to deliver lunch and dinner to your room, and on occasion he would stay and chat with you for a few minutes.

“On occasion” quickly turned into most times, and “a few minutes” turned into an hour or two. He was easy to befriend, an you both had plenty in common. He made you feel safe, and warm, and dare you say even loved. He’d promised to always be there for you and protect you, and he’d kept that promise. Any time you were threatened with a punishment or put in harms way by another child, he would stick up for you, keep you safe.

So you can’t help but feel like it’s your turn.

Gunshots ring out somewhere in the distance, and you flinch as the screaming around you becomes louder. Another person bumps your shoulder, and this time you’re knocked onto your ass. You groan, covering your head with your arms as you attempt to protect yourself from getting trampled. You’re surrounded by a stampede of incompetent assholes who’ve bossed you around your whole life, and honestly you’re starting to feel more annoyed than scared.

Finally after a few moments the screaming subsides, and you’re left alone in an empty hallway, sitting in the middle of the floor. You shake your head, beginning to pull your aching body up from the ground, until you pause. You hear footsteps coming from the hallway to your right.

You take a moment to listen, registering their movement. They’re not quick paced, scattered, or scared like everyone else. These ones are calm, collected, menacing even. And of course, they’re headed right towards you.

You barely have any time to register this observation before the person rounds the corner in front of you. You make eye contact with them and the tense feeling in your chest dissipates, your shoulders immediately relaxing with a sigh. It’s just Peter.

For a second, he has a wild, crazy look in his eyes, but then it flickers to confusion with furrowed brows, then fear. He’s tense, more tense than you’ve ever seen him. “What are you doing out here?” He sounds frantic, like he didn’t expect to see you here, in this building, that you’ve never left.

“Uhh-” you’re cut off as he lifts you up from the ground by your arm. You yelp, but not in pain, more in surprise than anything as he half escorts, half drags you down the hallway with him. “You’re supposed to be in your room.” He sounds like he’s scolding you.

“I was, until I heard gunshots and screaming. They don’t latch my door Peter, you know that-” you remember the chaos that had surrounded you moments ago, “Hey what’s going on?” He doesn’t respond, whipping his head around as if he’s looking for something, “Peter.” You try again, desperately waiting for an answer.

He only grunts in response, leaving your question unanswered once again. You quickly become fed up, as he drags you down empty hallway after empty hallway. Eventually you pull your arm from his grasp in annoyance, backing away from him. He spins to face you, attempting to snatch your arm but you step back, dodging him.

“Stop it! What the hell is the matter with you? What’s going on?”

He tries to grab your arm again, failing.

“Peter!”

“I’m trying to protect you!” He finally spits out, and your eyebrows furrow, bottom lip beginning to tremble at his tone.

“Protect me from what? Peter, please, you’re scaring me. What’s happening?” His eyes soften significantly as your face falls, and he steps closer to you, lacing his fingers through yours. His thumb delicately strokes the back of your hand and you sniffle, absolutely lost.

“I know, I know you’re scared. But I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He glances around once again as if to make sure the coast is clear, before looking back down at you, “Just trust me alright?”

You shouldn’t have nodded as quickly as you did. You should have held out a little longer, pestered him with more questions, and refused to go with him until he provided you with the answers that you so desperately wanted. But this was Peter, he’d never given you a reason not to trust him, so how could you start now?

“Good girl.” He squeezes your hand in response before turning on his heel, and dragging you with him. You have very little time to process the affect those words have on you before you slam into his back. He’d stopped abruptly, listening for something. You can’t help but listen too, hearing many sets of footsteps heading down the hall in your direction.

“Shit.” He curses, before quickly pulling you into a room off to the right. He shuts the door behind him, leaving the two of you in almost pitch black, the only lighting coming from the small glass panel on the door. You stay completely silent as the footsteps rush past you. In all honesty they sound like guards. But why would you being hiding from the guards?

He turns to you once they pass, gripping your wrists firmly in his hands to gather your full attention. “I need you to listen to me,” he speaks in a hushed tone and you nod, “I’m going to go back out.”

Your brows feel like they’ve just been permanently furrowed in confusion, because why in the actual fuck would he want to go back out there? You feel yourself shaking your head before he can even finish his explanation.

“No…no you can’t Peter.” He releases your wrists, gently cupping your face in his hands.

“I’m going to go back out there,” he repeats slowly, “and you’re going to stay here.” You almost burst out laughing at that. You? Stay here? Absolutely not.

“No.” You shake your head, “No way- not happening. At least let me go with you, I can protect you!” You try to reason and he chuckles, like you had just said something so unbelievably adorable and he found it endearing.

“I appreciate the thought darling but I don’t need you putting yourself in harms way. I can protect myself.” You cross your arm’s defiantly, twisting your head out of his grip.

“Well if you leave, I’m sure as hell not staying-” you glance around, trying to figure out exactly where the two of you are. It looks like another bedroom, which is the last place you want to stay, and he must know that, “-in here!”

He sighs, backing away from you and towards the door. “Please don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

You’re staring to become angry now. Angry that he thinks he can keep you in here. Angry that he thinks that this situation is more difficult for him than it is for you. Angry that he’s not giving you any information other than the fact that you “need to trust him.”

“If you leave this room I’m coming with you, end of story. Now get out of my way.” You huff, wishing he would stop trying to boss you around. You try to push past him to get to the door but he doesn’t budge. You try again and still, nothing. With the way he’s looking at you he almost seems amused, and that pisses you off.

You extend your arm, ready to shove him to the side with your powers, but before you’re even given the chance, you’re slammed up against the wall, being held up by nothing but air. It knocks the wind out of you and you wheeze, looking up at him in shock.

What the fuck?

“Do not-” he looks irritated, the wild look in his eyes returning as he steps towards you, fingers reaching out to firmly grasp your chin, “Do not ever use your powers on me. Do you understand?” Your eyes widen and you nod frantically, regretting even thinking about it. This is not the Peter you know, and you’re afraid to set him off even further. So many questions run through your head, unable to process them all at once.

Is he just like you? How is he doing this? Is he going to hurt you? Are you going to be left here alone? What if-

He watches you carefully as you tremble under his touch, knowing that your brain must be moving a mile a minute. The last thing he wanted to do was reveal his powers to you like this, but he has no other choice. If you aren’t going to listen, he’s going to have to force you to. His hand slips from your chin to cradle your cheek, and you whimper in fear.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles apologetically, “I’m sorry but you give me no choice. I’m not letting you out there.” He slowly steps away from you, “I need to keep you safe.” He makes his way towards the door and your eyes widen.

“No- Peter don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare!” You’re angry, but your voice comes out frantic and scared. You attempt to flail your limbs in an effort to escape, but to no avail.

He pauses in the doorway for a moment, contemplating letting you come with him, but that thought quickly diminishes and he shakes his head. He knows you’d be even more upset if you knew what he’s about to do. He glances at you over his shoulder, “I’ll be back, I promise.”

The door shuts behind him and you drop to the ground, hard. Your knees smack on the tile, but you pay no mind as you scramble up towards the door. You try to tug on the handle but it doesn’t budge, as expected. You don’t even try to use your powers to open it, you know it won’t work, it never does. You pound your fists on the steel door, beginning to panic.

“No… no no no Peter please! Please don’t leave me here! I-I can’t- it’s dark and- I can’t do it- please!” Thankfully he’s still there, watching you with sad eyes through the glass panel.

“I know you’re mad at me, but I’m only doing this to protect you.”

You open your mouth to beg him again, but you’re cut off by the abrupt sound of yelling and gunshots. And just like that he’s gone from your view. You cry out, slamming your fists against the door until they’re bruised and bloody.

There’s no way. There’s no way any of this is actually happening right now. You pinch yourself, attempting to will the screams and gunshots away by waking up, but you don’t. This isn’t a dream, if anything it’s a living waking nightmare and you’re trapped in it.

Literally.

You bang on the door in one last attempt to be let out, before collapsing onto the floor in a heap of panic. It’s so loud, everything is so loud and the room is so small and you can’t fucking breathe. You find yourself scrambling back into the corner by the bed, covering your ears with your hands.

It feels like the room is closing in on you inch by inch, like you’re about to get crushed between the walls while the war outside rages on.

But then it stops. It all stops.

Not your panic, god no. If only it could be that easy, but you do hold your breath as everything outside the door— no everything in the facility stills. The screams have stopped, the echoing of bullets have faded, and all that’s left the sounds of your wheezing. You want to get up and peek outside the door but your legs aren’t exactly working right now.

But the silence must be a good thing right? Surely whatever caused the disturbance is gone?

All you can do is take deep breaths and hope that someone will find you soon, someone will come to your rescue and let you out of this godforsaken room. Those hopes however, are soon crushed as your eyes trail under the door, watching as blood begins to slowly seep under the crack.

Oh god.

Everything stopped,

Because everyone is dead.

Everyone is dead and nobody is ever going to know that you’re trapped in here. You’re going to be locked in this room forever, and nobody is ever going to find you. And Peter- Oh god what if he’s dead too?

A broken sob leaves your lips as you curl in on yourself, whole body trembling. You’re spiraling completely out of control, you can feel your heart hammering in your chest, against your ribs, in your throat, in your head. You can feel it in your ears, it doesn’t matter if you cover them, it doesn’t matter how hard you clench your jaw and push your hands against your ears, you can hear it.

Your breaths are quick, sharp— never really getting enough air. Your lungs burn. You feel dizzy. Fear clings to your chest, to your teeth, to your hands. You don’t even register the loud, broken cries that leave your mouth. Surely nobody will hear them anyway, what do you care?

Your vision blurs, fluttered and unfocused. Soon enough there are tears in your eyes, in your nose, in your throat. You’re crying, terrified, pulling the collar of your gown away from your skin, trying to get enough air in.

That’s how Peter finds you. He approaches the door carefully, wincing as he sees the body pressed up against the door, and hears your desperate cries from inside. He knows you’re claustrophobic, and he hated every second that he had to leave you in there, but once again, he had no choice.

He kicks the body of the guard away in disgust, before slowly pulling open the door. Light finally shines into the room, but you don’t even notice, too focused on trying not to pass out. He spots your trembling body in the corner, curled into the fetal position as you claw at your gown, trying to breathe properly.

“Oh sweetheart…” he sighs, stepping over the trail of blood leading into the room. Any other person would likely start panicking themselves after witnessing your state, but Peter has dealt with this a couple times before.

There was one time another orderly had gotten angry with you, and locked you in your room for the night. When Peter had found you the next morning, everything had been broken and likely thrown across the room. You had sat in the middle of it all in anguish, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks.

You hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep that night. He’d held you in his arms for roughly an hour that day, gently calming you down until you passed out from pure exhaustion. Peter was so angry. So angry that he wanted to kill that orderly with his bare hands for what he’d done to you.

Who could’ve known that it would eventually happen?

He gently kneels down in front of you, staying a few feet back as to not make you feel trapped. His eyes scan over your trembling form and he feels guilt wrack through his whole body. He begins to speak softly, trying to verbally pull you from your panic until you’re calm enough to be held,

“I know, I know you’re scared baby, but I’m here. Just breath and listen to my voice, I’m right here.“

Your face twists into one of confusion when you hear a voice. At first you think you’re imagining it, but it doesn’t go away. It’s muffled and far away, but then it gets louder, closer. In fact it’s beginning to sound like-

“You’re okay sweetheart.”

You snap your head up, tear-blurred eyes searching for the culprit like a deer in headlights, until they finally rest on the figure in front of you,

“P-Peter?” You choke out. It hardly sounds like your voice at all, it’s strangled and raw and it’s forced out between rapid breaths. He tries to hide the way he winces, providing you with a small smile instead, though you can hardly see it through your tears.

“It’s me darling.”

Normally he would have to ask you if you want to be held, but this time you don’t even give him the chance to. You quickly scramble up from your spot on the ground, before hurling yourself into his arms with a broken cry. Right now you don’t even care that he’s the reason you’re so distraught, you’re just glad that he’s okay.

He’s quick to wrap his body around yours, sitting against the wall and cradling you against him. You bury your face in the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, muffling your heartbreaking sobs, “I didn’t- I couldn’t- I thought you were d-de-”

He shushes you gently, cradling the back of your head as you weep into his neck. His other hand is placed on your back, his fingers slowly gliding up and down your spine.

“I’m okay, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.” He turns, placing a kiss in your hair, “I need you to take some deep breaths for me though okay? In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

You try your best to follow his instructions, struggling for the first few minutes, but he’s patient with you. He so patient with you, in fact, that he lets your tears and snot stain his shirt. Though in hindsight that’s not saying much, considering it’s already covered in blood.

You finally manage to suck in a breath, and he praises you, continuing to guide you through it until your breathing is finally back on track. Your tears haven’t quite subsided yet as you pull back from his grip to face him, hands resting around his neck.

“W-why did you leave me?” You sniffle, “You know I can’t- I hate-” you can’t even get the words out before another sob wracks through your body.

“Shhh…” He pulls you back towards him, cradling your face in his hands as he rests his forehead against yours, “I know baby, I know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to leave you here, but I had no other choice.” He grips your chin gently, lifting your head up so your eyes meet his, “You’re the most important thing in the world to me. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.”

You sniffle, nodding your head as you attempt to understand his reasoning, still not really understanding why he left in the first place. “I-I was so scared. I didn’t know if you were hurt…I-I thought I was gonna be stuck in here.” He’s shaking his head before you can even finish, wiping the tears from your face with the pads of his thumbs. He gently grasps one of your wrists, guiding your hand to his chest, placing it over his heart,

“You feel that?” He asks, and you nod, feeling the gentle thump of his heart beating against his chest. It’s calm, collected, like he knows everything is going to be fine, “I’m alright. I promise. I would never leave you alone if I didn’t think I would be okay.”

You nod again, sniffling as he continues to hold your hand in his, examining it. He frowns, seeing how beaten and battered it is, wasting no time to grab the other one, examining that one as well. He tuts, looking up at you in pity,

“You poor thing-” he lifts your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on each knuckle, before doing the same with the other one. Your heart flutters in your chest as he does. How he manages to be so calm and soft with you in a moment like this will forever baffle you. He’s always been like this with you, when nobody else was. He’s so sweet, and kind, and gentle, and-

He’s covered in blood.

You’re pushing away from him before he can even try to stop you. Your scramble up from the floor, backing yourself against the opposite wall.

“Whose blood is that?”

He stands, hands outstretched like he’s trying not to frighten a baby deer. “Darling-”

“Peter…whose blood is that?” You ask again, a frightened edge to your tone. He doesn’t answer you.

“Is that why you- you-” your breathing picks up again as you put two and two together, “Is that why you locked me in here? Did you do all this?”

“I did what I had to…” he confesses, carefully taking a step towards you.

“What you had to?!” You let out a hysterical laugh, “I don’t understand I-” you’re trembling again, thinking about all of the screams and the bodies that had been pushing past you not even 30 minutes ago. Are they all dead? Did they all spend the last few seconds of their life fearing the man in front of you? And what about-

“Oh my god Peter, the kids…”

“The kids are fine. They’re all safe.” He’s lying through his teeth, but he has to. If he doesn’t he’s going to lose you completely. You aren’t as strong as he is, you’re softer, more fragile. He has to take that into consideration, otherwise you’ll never forgive him, “They’re all safe in the rainbow room. I made sure of it.”

“But why?” You hiccup, “Why do all this? Why kill everyone?”

He clenches his jaw, wondering if you’re really ready to know. Although, with everything else going on, he figures it’s as good of a time as any. He reaches down, slowly rolling up the sleeve of his perfectly cuffed shirt. You squint your eyes to see what he could possibly be trying to show you and- oh my god.

Your face contorts into shock and you take a step closer to him, making sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. You furrow your brows, glancing back and forth between it and your own tattoo, lifting your arm to compare them. Sure enough, his 001 perfectly matches the shape and size of the 002 on your wrist.

He watches you carefully, gauging your reaction. “That’s… not possible.” You whisper, and his eyebrow raises in slight amusement.

“No?”

You shake your head, so unbelievably confused. Your whole world- everything you’ve ever known has come crashing down on you in the last hour and you can feel your brain malfunctioning.

“Papa said-”

“That 001 isn’t real? That I don’t exist? That you’re the original?” It almost sounds like he’s taunting you, but when you look up he just looks sad, like he’s disappointed to be telling you this. “I’ve always been here, locked away in this godforsaken place. And I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m no story, I am very much real.”

You’re at a loss for words, unsure of how to process this new information.

“I was once free you know,” you look up at him, curious as to what he means, “I had a life outside of this place, a home. But then he took me away. He took me away from all of it when I was only a child.” He spits, beginning to circle you, as if he’s the predator and you’re his prey.

“He used me, tested on me; he didn’t care how much it would hurt.” You assume he’s talking about Papa. It isn’t news to you that he’s selfish, backstabbing man. “But then, he decided one of me wasn’t enough. He tried to copy me, clone me. And just like that, you were born. And eventually, there were seventeen others, who were all treated with respect- no painful tests, no beatings, no going hungry… and I was locked away. Forced to keep my identity a secret for so many years while…all the little brats got everything they ever needed.”

You flinch at his tone, and he stops behind you. You can feel his gaze eyeing you up and down, unsure if he’s upset with you or not. You’re startled when you feel his hand slip around you, cradling the side of your face, and turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. It’s an awkward position, but the intensity in his eyes is back, and you can’t force yourself to fight him.

“Except for you,” He hums, pressing his body lightly against yours. You feel a heat rise to your cheeks, not being used to this level of closeness with him, “You know what it’s like to be isolated, excluded, unappreciated… you’re different from them. You always have been.” You feel your eyes slowly slipping closed, not from exhaustion, more so letting yourself relax into him as he speaks, taking in every word.

“You’re so special, and much more powerful than the rest of them. Almost as powerful as me, you just haven’t realized it yet.” You don’t really believe it, but it feels nice to hear. It feels nice to finally have someone notice and appreciate you after all this time.

“I did this so I can be free again… so we can be free.” Your eyes peel open once more, confusion written all over your face. You? Free? That’s something you’ve never really known.

“Me?” You whisper timidly and he nods. You frown, spinning to face him, “You mean… we’re leaving?”

He nods again, a soft knowing smile resting on his face. Of course leaving would be scary for you. You’ve lived your entire life here, and now you’re being asked to leave it all behind for him. “I want you by my side.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, processing all of this. You’d never seen the outside world before, and frankly you’ve never given it much thought at all. But with Peter it couldn’t be so bad right?

“I-I don’t know if-”

He steps even closer, pressing his body completely against yours, and you’re cut off by your own surprised gasp as you look up at him. He smirks, seemingly knowing the affect he has on you.

“Oh but there’s so many things you’re missing out on sweetheart. So many things you’d never be allowed to experience here.” You gulp, widening eyes never leaving his as you chew on your bottom lip. Curiosity finally gets the better of you and you gather the courage to ask,

“Like what?”

His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips as he leans down, gently cupping your cheek in his hand, “Like this,” he mumbles, before pressing his soft lips against yours. You can’t help but squeak in surprise as he kisses you, not really knowing what’s happening. He chuckles against your lips, wrapping his other hand around your waist, “Just follow my lead.”

You try you best to keep up, slowly beginning to get the hang of it. You’re loving the feeling of his lips on yours, never wanting it to end. You clench your fists a few times, not really knowing what to do with them, and he takes notice, gently guiding them up and around his neck.

His lips are soft and pillowy against your own, and a warm fuzzy feeling grows in your chest as he tugs you impossibly closer to him. He gently bites down on your bottom lip, soothing it with his tongue before pulling away, resting his forehead against yours while the two of you catch your breath.

It isn’t until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed that you notice he’s moved the two of you backwards, and you fall onto the mattress.

He slowly crawls on top of you, placing kisses all over your face, your lips, cheeks, forehead, nose… and you’re a giggling mess underneath him. He slowly makes his way down your neck and to your collarbone, tugging on the collar of your gown to gain access.

“Mmm feels- feels so good Peter.” You don’t even think to stop the moans and whimpers that escape your lips while he gently suckles and bites your skin.

“Such pretty noises baby… and they’re all for me? What a sweet little thing you are.” He hums against your skin. Your eyes roll back, hips bucking up involuntarily at his words, and he cooes at you, “You like that hm? You like when I praise you? Such a good girl aren’t you?” You nod frantically, a whine leaving your lips. You don’t really know why you like it, or why you’re reacting like this, but you do know that you don’t want it to stop. You don’t want any of this to stop, no matter where it goes.

His hands slide down your body as he marks up the delicate skin of your neck, groping, feeling every inch of your gorgeous body. His fingertips finally reach the hem of your gown and he lifts his lips from your skin, examining the already fucked-out look on your face.

“Do you want me to take this off of you sweetheart?” He asks, gently tugging on the article of clothing. You look up at him, eyes blown out as you try to come up with a response, “What happens if you do?” You ask timidly.

He smirks, leaning down to peck a kiss against your cheek, “Well, then I’ll get to make you feel good.”

You squint at him, “But you’re already making me feel good?” You say, unsure if you meant for it to be a question or not. He chuckles at your naivety, touching his forehead to yours and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Mmm but I can make you feel so much better than this. Is that what you want baby?”

You don’t even waste a second, nodding your head frantically, wanting nothing more than for him to give you pleasure. However he’s grabbing your chin lightly before anything else,

“Ah ah ah, let’s use our words. Wanna make sure this is actually what you want.”

And how could it not be? Sure, this is all brand new to you; it’s nerve-wracking and scary even… but it feels so good. There’s an intense pressure building between your legs, and you’d give anything for Peter to make it go away, to make it feel better.

After giving it maybe two seconds of thought, you’re nodding your head again as your lips part, “I-I want this. I want it Peter, promise.” He considers asking if you’re sure, but with the way your lips are pouted, and your eyes are so wide and blown out, he can tell you’re running out of patience.

“Okay sweetheart, okay.” He obliges, slowly lifting the hem of the gown up, helping you slide it up your body and over your head, disposing of it somewhere on the floor. His eyes rake up and down every inch of your exposed skin, taking you in. He practically drools at the sight of your breasts, reaching up to gently fondle them in his hands.

“Oh baby,” he watches as you preen underneath his touches, “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect for me.”

You can’t even imagine how you must look to him right now. Laid underneath him in nothing but a pair of panties, chest heaving, eyes blown wide, and your mind so foggy and blissful as he begins to tug on your nipples. Your hips buck up yet again as he does so, and you react with a whine. You need him so bad, you need to feel him touching you all over.

He chuckles darkly, dipping down to place a kiss to the valley between your breasts, “I’ve got you baby.” One of his hands slowly trails down your tummy, making its way to the hem of your underwear. It startles you with how fast he dips his hand underneath the fabric, swiping two of his fingers through your folds. Your whole body jolts and you gasp in surprise. He slips his hand back out, observing the excessive amount of slick that coats his fingers.

“Mmm look at how wet you are darling, you’ve soaked through your panties entirely. What a messy little thing you are.” He places his fingers between his lips, moaning around them as he cleans his slick coated digits. You can’t help but watch, completely mesmerized by how dirty all of this is. He was right, this is something you’d never in a thousand years be able to experience if you were to stay here. Papa would have be so enraged…but you don’t have care about him. You don’t have to listen to Papa anymore.

He dips down between your legs again, both hands gently tugging your white panties down your legs. You almost feel embarrassed at the way he has to peel the cloth away from your soaked cunt, but he moans at the sight, instantly calming your anxieties.

He watches in awe as your messy cunt pulses, drooling from your tight little hole. He looks up at you, blowing cool air right onto your clit, watching in amusement as your pussy twitches and you whine. You look down at his position, feeling confusion feign through you once again, “What are you doing?” You squeak out, watching his eyes raise to meet yours again, amusement filling them.

“I’m going to make you feel good baby. But first-” He sits up just a little bit to gather your attention, “Hands above your head.” You squint at him, wondering why he could be asking such a thing of you right now. “You heard me darling, go on and put your hands above your head.”

You oblige, lifting them up and over your head, resting them against the pillow. He smiles, placing a delicate kiss you to inner thigh, and your hips buck again in pure desperation. “Good girl, now keep them there for me.”

You don’t have enough time to respond and ask why, before his mouth is on you, devouring your sweet little cunt. The sensation feels so foreign to you, yet is has you writhing around like a crazy person as he eats you out. You whimper and whine as he swipes his tongue from your hole up to your clit.

He loves how noisy you are as he makes out with your soaked cunt. Your moans fill the air as you take everything that’s he’s giving you, and the twisted part inside of him is so grateful that he’s the only one that can hear you. He can’t even stand the thought of someone else hearing you like this, some other guard pleasuring you between your legs as you writhe desperately.

No, these pretty noises and your body are his. All his, and nobody else’s. His tongue laps at your clit before flicking it through your folds, and looking up at you through his lashes. He dips his tongue down to your weepy hole, circling it around the entrance to taste you, and your back arches, grinding down into his face.

“Oh- Oh god Peter! Mmm feels good, feels so good oh fuck!”

That’s right, he thinks, moan my name while I take what’s mine. He knows just how good he’s making you feel, and he’ll continue to make you feel this good over and over again after you leave this place. He’ll have you weak at the knees with every gentle touch, ready to let him use you however he pleases. You’ll be his perfect little pet, needing him all the time, craving to be touched by him, tasted by him, filled by him-

But you’re not ready for that just yet. As much as he wants to see you writhe and moan like a perfect little slut while you take every inch of his cock, he doesn’t want to rush you into anything. This is all about you and your pleasure right now, not his. Though he does find it very pleasurable to be buried face first in your sweet little cunt.

You mewl as he swirls his tongue around your clit while gently suckling on it. Your hole continues to flutter and soak the sheets below you, so he can’t help it when he finds himself slowly rimming it with one of his fingers. He begins to push it inside of you, slowly pressing it in inch by inch, slowly lapping at your clit as he watches your whole body tense up, a broken cry escaping you.

“P-Peter!”

You’re so tight around his finger, and when he finally pushes it knuckle deep he cooes as your whole body trembles in ecstasy. You feel a coil in your lower tummy tightening dangerously, as you feel a high of sorts approaching. Your toes are beginning to curl and— oh god his mouth feels so good on you, sucking and devouring your clit like it’s his last meal.

The way he’s stretching you out on his finger feels otherworldly. If you’d have only known that this level of ecstasy was possible, you would have begged Peter for this a long time ago. And considering how much he’s enjoying this, you can’t help but wonder if he’s wanted this for a while as well.

You’re grinding your hips down to meet his tongue as high pitched whines and moans leave your lips. He can tell you’re getting close, and a wicked thought crosses his mind. He slowly curls his finger upward inside of you, and you cry out so loudly that your body snaps forward, and your hands are gripping his hair. You’re so close, chasing the high as you grip his hair between your trembling fingers.

But then it stops, and you’re pushed back down against the mattress by an unseen force.

“No!” You cry, tears instantly filling your eyes as all of the pleasure is ripped away from you, pulling you back from the edge you were teetering on, “No no no Peter- please!”

He hums waiting a moment to speak as he listens to your begging and whining. He knows how close you were to cumming, but you broke his rule and moved your hands.

“What did I tell you before I started?” He asks patiently, crawling back up your body, hovering over the top of you to see your face. You huff out shaky breaths as you try your best to think past your cloudy mind.

“I-I…I don’t- I can’t-” you stutter out, bottom lip wobbling as a few tears leak from your eyes, feeling everything becoming just a little too much for you.

“Shhh,” he shushes gently, wiping the tears from your face. His thumb moves to caress your temple and you hiccup, “Yes you can. Deep breath for me, c’mon.” You oblige, following his instructions as your chest rises and falls slowly, “You can do it sweetheart, what did I tell you before I started?”

“You-you said…” you press your eyes shut, trying to remember his exact words before he started eating you out so blissfully, “You said… to keep my hands up.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “My smart girl.” He mumbles, and your skin flushes a deep red at the praise.

“And do you know why I stopped?“ He continues, eyeing you carefully.

“Because I didn’t keep my hands up.” You grumble, he lets it slide for now, knowing you’re still a bit worked up.

“That’s right,” he strokes some of your hair from your face, “You didn’t listen, so I had to stop.”

The pout on your face only grows and you find yourself talking back to him, “But that’s not fair! It-it felt so good and I couldn’t help it! That was so mean and-” you’re cut off as he grips your chin, firmly squeezing your cheeks between his fingers.

“Hey,” he chides, “Where did this attitude come from hm?“

You don’t respond, you can’t really respond with the way he’s holding your face, but he can see in your eyes how your mood immediately shifts, melting for him once again.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me? Cause you’re not being very good right now.” You whimper in response, nodding your head under his grip to show him that you wanna be good again, wanna be perfect for him.

“Yeah? You gonna be good again? Gonna stop giving me attitude?” He releases his grip on your face to let you speak, and you do, pleas falling from your mouth as you tell him just how good you’ll be.

“Think you can keep your hands up here this time baby?” He asks politely, tapping your wrists that rest above your head. You pause for a moment, before shaking your head, wanting to be honest with him.

“I-I don’t think I can…I wanna be good! Honest!” You rush out, “I just- I don’t think I can keep them here.” You pause, chewing on your lip as you try to think of how to ask the next part. Peter watches you closely, feeling like he already knows what you’re about to say, “Can you um- can you maybe help me?”

And god what kind of monster would he be if he didn’t oblige to you. The way you stare up at him through wide bleary eyes, the way you nervously chew on your trembling bottom lip, and the way you asked so sweetly…he can never say no to you.

“Since you asked so politely, yes sweetheart I can do that for you.” You sigh in relief as you feel him slowly climbing back down your body, situating himself between your legs once more. You feel a pressure against your wrists as they are pinned down above your head, and you whimper out a small, “Thank you.”

“Of course darling,” and with that his lips are attached to you again, tongue swirling around your clit mercilessly.

“A-Ah!” You cry out, unable to stop the way your legs are trembling around his head. The relief is so good, he’d left your poor cunt unattended and desperate for the last few minutes, and he intended to make up for it in every way possible.

His slips his finger back inside of you and you squirm underneath him, bucking your hips to fuck yourself on his digit. His finger continues to pump in and out of you as he devours your poor little cunt. Tears prick at your eyes from how fucking good it feels.

You unintentionally try to move your hands every few moments, only to be reminded of the weighted pressure against them, as Peter keeps them constrained with his powers. The feeling of being pinned down beneath him as he pleasures you only makes everything more intense, and you can feel that familiar pressure building up once more.

Fear creeps in at the thought of him repeating what happened last time you felt that pressure building, and you begin to mindlessly beg, “Mmmm please don’t stop- god don’t stop Peter. I-I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good just please don’t stop.” You cry out, chasing your high again as you buck against his tongue.

And god he wouldn’t dream of it, in fact, he suckles on your clit even harder, slowly pushing another finger into your hole, desperately wanting you to come undone on his tongue.

The stretch around his fingers is what finally pushes you over the edge, and your back arches high as your orgasm tears through you like a white hot heat. You cry and your eyes roll back into your head as intense waves of pleasure shoot through your body. You’re rocking your hips desperately against his tongue, just riding it out.

He hums around your clit as you clench and pulse around his fingers, continuing to thrust them deep in your cunt as you ride out the high. He doesn’t stop until your back finally meets the mattress again, and your a panting sweating mess.

“God just look at you,” He slowly pulls his fingers from your hole, admiring the aftermath of your ruined pussy, “So good for me, look at how much you came.”

You whimper in response, letting his praise infiltrate your floaty, fucked out mind. You feel the weight let up on your wrists, but you keep them there, absentmindedly fearing his wrath. It isn’t until they’re lifted from their position, and gentle kisses are placed along your wrists that you open your eyes, meeting his fiery blue ones.

“There she is.” He smiles down at you, stroking your cheek. You smile back at him, still feeling floaty and euphoric.

“Hi…” you whisper, and he chuckles, admiring how cute you are like this.

“Hi.” He responds, utterly amused, “How was that?”

You hum in delight, nodding your head. “I don’t think I could ever get enough of that.” A smirk creeps onto his face at your answer, as he studies your naked body beneath him.

He’s done it, he’s finally done it. He’s going to leave this living hell, and he’s going to do it with you exactly where he wants you. Wrapped around his finger, and well, eventually his cock. And god he can’t wait for the day he’ll finally get to ruin and defile you.

“Peter?” You ask timidly, cutting off his thoughts. He hums in response, “Thank you.” You genuinely mean that, and he knows it.

“You’re welcome darling.”

Oh yeah, you’re his now, and he’s never letting you go.

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petersprincesss · 2 years

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You’re in Trouble Now

Hi again!

This was requested by @marniscoffee on my one-shots of Peter Ballard post. You can find it and make a request here.

I will be responding to all requests and should have them up sometime this week, I will tag you in yours!

I thought someone else requested this exact number and genre as well, so if that was you and I have forgotten to tag you, please forgive me, I couldn’t find it anywhere!

OKAY!

Genre: smut

Rating: R? ig? Explicit? It’s smut, okay?

Tags: dom/sub, dom Peter Ballard, choking, edging, orgasm denial/delay, general kinky shit idk

Smut Below the Cut!

“Is this a game to you, Y/N?” Dr. Brenner quizzed you, bringing his eyes down to your level, your noses less than an inch from touching.

You were seated in a metal chair inside one of the children’s training rooms being scolded by Dr. Brenner for not following his endlessly strict protocol. A single tear slipped from your eye and cascaded down your cheek, your bottom lip curling into an unsettled frown.

“No, sir,” you winced. You were sorry, but only that you had been caught. You didn’t understand why he was so uptight about every miniscule detail.

You heard a click, followed by the creak of the door opening behind you. Peter stepped through the entrance and to the side, careful not to interrupt your interrogation. Your cheeks grew hot as you thought about the idea of him watching you be punished. Your eyes drifted over your shoulder in attempts to find his, but Dr. Brenner grabbed your chin and restricted you to looking only at him.

“I don’t want to hear about anything like this happening ever again, do you understand me?” He spat.

“Yes sir,” you replied submissively.

“Good,” he remarked, letting go of your chin and rising to his full height, “I’ve asked Peter to keep a close eye on you for the time being. We can’t handle any little slip ups, so I want you to rely on his discipline to keep you in check. I advise that you do whatever he recommends without question.”

The air in your lungs was practically sucked out of you. Dr. Brenner had to have known how you pined for Peter. He had to have seen the way you looked into Peter’s cerulean eyes, the way your irises flickered whenever Peter entered a room, or how your chest heaved by merely being close to him. Dr. Brenner had to have known that this was the perfect punishment for you specifically.

“I will, sir,” you promised. Your heartbeat began to crowd the inside of your chest as if it was going to expel itself from behind your ribs.

Dr. Brenner opened the door to exit, remarking to Peter as he passed, “I leave her in your hands now.”

With that, the two of you were now alone. You were finally able to turn around to look at your new overseer, and his apathetic stare did not provide any comfort. Something about his hardened, domineering stance caused your stomach to flutter, your body quivering from more than just your pathetic sobs.

“What did you do?” Peter asked, his tone detached and distant.

“I just- I gave one of the kids-” you began, but your breath hitched under your tears, your dismay of your interaction with your boss weighing too heavily over you.

“Spit it out,” Peter ordered, stepping behind the seat you were perched on, placing his hands on either side of the back of the chair.

“I gave number four a piece of candy,” you sniveled, wiping a tear from your cheek with the sleeve of your cardigan.

“I see. And why don’t we do that?”

“Because only Dr. Brenner is allowed to reward the children.”

“That’s right. You know better,” Peter commended you with a patronizing tone.

“I just felt bad for him because he-” you started to speak, but you were cut off by Peter snatching a fistfull of your hair and yanking it backwards. You closed your eyes in shock, knowing that as soon as you opened them, his sapphire irises would be boring into yours.

“You know the rules. We obey them no matter what.”

“Yes sir,” you responded instinctively.

Peter let out a scoff from behind you and released your hair, allowing your head to bow back forward.

“You know,” he spoke, gliding effortlessly around in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back, “I kind of like hearing you call me sir.”

Your gaze shot up to meet him as he circled to a stop. He was not the sweet and caring orderly you had been working with all this time any longer. He was now your possessor, and the heat growing between your legs confirmed that you wanted nothing more. You craved nothing more than for him to do exactly as he pleased with you.

“That’s how I want you to refer to me from now on. No matter where we are, no matter who can hear you, that’s who I am to you now. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Are you going to be good for me while you’re under my command?” Peter inquired. Although he spoke so matter-of-factly, you felt that he was genuinely asking you, and you knew your response would determine how he would treat you whenever the two of you engaged with one another.

“Yes, sir, I am,” you responded. You felt as though “yes sir” and “no sir” were beginning to make up your entire vocabulary. Under Peter’s control, you didn’t care. You didn’t need any other words.

“That’s my girl. Do you know what good girls get?”

Your fingers kneaded together anxiously, your mind racing with possibilities, lustful desires of what you wanted to get for being Peter’s good girl.

“No sir. Please tell me what good girls get.”

Peter chuckled arrogantly, “I don’t want to tell you. I want to show you. Stand up.”

You obeyed him without question, rising to your feet. The crown of your head lined up perfectly beneath his nose. Turning your face up to him, you felt his heated breath ease down your cheeks.

Peter didn’t waste a costly second putting his palms on your shoulders, guiding you around the chair and backwards against the door he entered from moments earlier. Holding you there firmly, Peter bit his bottom lip, surveying his prized possession. You felt your ribcage expand and compress at a rate that nearly caused concern, but your mind couldn’t stray from the filthy appetite you had worked up.

“If you’re going to be a good girl,” Peter whispered, his lips grazing against your earlobe, “you’re going to have to be very quiet.”

You stifled a moan, biting into your lip with such a force you nearly drew blood. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you nodded, the back of your skull rubbing against the dull, off-white door behind you.

Peter’s hand left your shoulder and trailed down to your knees, his fingertips slowly pulling up the hem of your white skirt. His palm rested flat atop your thigh before it snaked upward, pushing your uniform up and exposing you. He was ready to hook his fingers around your undergarments when he discovered that you weren’t wearing any.

“Y/N?” He said, his touch suddenly frozen. Your stomach dropped, knowing he had discovered your risqué secret.

“Y-yes?” You responded, squeezing your eyes shut tight, an erotic shame piling inside you.

“Are you not wearing any panties?”

“No, sir.”

Peter flashed a naughty grin at you. He knew you wanted to play his game, but he was surprised to discover that you might have been dirtier than he was.

“Such a little slut,” he breathed, struggling to contain his excitement.

Peter brought one hand up to your neck and applied pressure just firmly enough on either side of your neck that your heartbeat thumped in your brain. With his free hand, he reached down and slid his zipper open, removing himself from his pleated white trousers. You smiled at him feverishly, too aroused to play his game of cat and mouse. His hold on your neck shifted as he brought his thumb up to meet your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“Are you ready for me, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir. Please,” you begged.

“Good,” he declared. His hand moved from himself to the back of your thigh, raising it upward so that your skirt rose over your hip bones and allowed him access to your center.

Peter dove into you swiftly, bottoming out on his first thrust. Your spine arched back and your mouth fell agape, ready to release an agonizingly pleasured moan, but you remembered Peter’s demand that you stay silent. You swallowed your expression, releasing a wave of goosebumps down your arms to your fingertips. Peter was larger than you had expected, and your body nearly buckled under his form. Your palm grasped onto his shoulder desperately, your nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, Y/N” Peter grunted, fighting to keep his composure. Hearing your name leave his lips in such a trance nearly sent you over the edge, and he hadn’t even been inside you for a full minute yet. Your foot lifted, heightening you to resting on the tips of your toes. Peter’s clutch on your opposite leg tensed, pulling you further up onto him. He pushed into you with such intensity, never permitting either of you to question exactly where his priorities lay.

Feeling your tireless efforts to keep yourself open for him, Peter released his grip on your neck and tugged your still-standing leg upwards so that you were now wholly supported by his strength and the pressure of the door pushing against your back. Your ankles crossed behind his back, your heels prodding him like a horse, sheepishly demanding that he keep his pace.

Although not outwardly moaning, your heavy breaths were far from quiet, and the gentle gaps between them provided just enough silence for Peter to hear a pair of footsteps approaching on the opposite side of the door. Peter clasped his hand over your mouth, hurriedly muffling your aching breaths and dropping your leg back to the floor.

“Not a fucking peep, you understand me?” Peter directed. A vein in his forehead made itself visible between his once compassionate brows.

You nodded in response, your eyes widening before rolling back into your head, feverishly flickering your vision. The footsteps grew and receded briskly. The passer-by may not have heard your sensual groans, but it would be hard for anyone to ignore the rattling of the door that Peter hastily pounded you into. Once he was certain the presence was gone, Peter released your lips and you gulped for air salaciously. His mouth dove for your neck, nibbling skillfully at your pulse. With his mouth in such close proximity to your ear, his greedy huffs ringing through your brain.

“Sir, I’m going to-”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Peter threatened before biting into your neck.

“Y- yes, si-”

“You better fucking ask for permission before you do.”

You could feel Peter straining inside you. The mere mention of you reaching climax only edged him further to his own.

“Please, sir, please! I need to cum.”

“I know you do, baby. Cum with me. Now.”

Peter’s empty hand clamped around your ribcage before skimming up your chest, kneading your rounded flesh. Between the building pressure in your abdomen, his eager consumption of your pulse and the iron tight grasp on your chest, you slipped briskly over the edge without question.

“God, fucking-” you seethed between your teeth, your chest convexing up towards the ceiling.

Peter made no attempts to conceal his satisfaction, primal, guttural moans flowing from him without hesitation.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N” he panted as he slowed, his hips jerking at random, uncontrolled intervals.

You reached up and tenderly cupped his face in your hand, your fingertips traveling up towards his sweat-drenched forehead. His climax reaching an end, Peter planted a dainty kiss on the tip of your nose. Nothing mattered in this moment except for the blonde orderly before you, still caressing your tired figure.

“You know, you should piss off Dr. Brenner more often,” he smirked. You couldn’t help but smile back, drunk on his effortless eroticism.

“I just might have to now.”

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peculiarpatches · 11 months

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𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 -𝟬𝟬𝟭.

FINALLY!!! Another fic. I've been working on this story ever since S4 had come out but alas, I had gotten busy with life and with work. However, it is here now and although there's not as much smut as you all probably would have liked, I do hope you enjoy it regardless. :) Once again, tips are not to be expected but they are very appreciated. <33 (ko-fi here.)

The taste of metallic dripped on his tongue as blood flowed through his swollen red lips. The man turned to face the girl who had just punched him, a sinister smile blossoming across his face, his teeth stained crimson as he then showed off his pearly whites. “Would you look at that…? It seems as though you do have the strength to fight me. On the contrary, I still don’t believe you are strong…. Not enough to go up against those who'll be soon after you once you leave this place. Are you, pet? I’ll answer that for you — No… You are nothing.” One laughed, practically spitting in (Y/F/N)'s face as he spoke. “You will never amount to anything once you step foot out those doors. As soon as you escape my grasp and leave these walls, leave your home — People will chase you, going after you like the monster you are. They will hunt you down until you are dead and decomposing on the side of a road or lying in a ditch.” He backs her up into the corner of the room, pushing her up against the wall. “Wild animals will feed off of your flesh and bones. Those pathetic humans will not — do not — care about you.” One brings his face so close to hers that their lips almost touch and looks at her, his eyes softening as he speaks, although the look only lasts briefly before it changes to the almost lifeless and sinister glare he had before. “You will be discarded. You will be forgotten. All those people that once gave you the time of day… Sent you those pitying glances… They will all soon forget about you.” Staring at her, his hands slide down to her shoulders and he pushes her further up against the wall, his lower half rubbing against her thigh as he held her firmly in place. His lips were just a mere centimeter away from hers, she could practically feel his warm breath against her skin and smell the mint on his tongue. (Y/F/N) shivered, feeling weak at the knees as well as a swarm of butterflies began to erupt in the pit of her stomach. Although, try as she might, (Y/F/N) couldn't deny her attraction to him... despite him, being a monster... They had experienced the same horrific and terrible events, whether they had done so separately or jointly; despite this, they faced hell and continued to be as resilient as ever. The two of them were far too similar. She hated it but the words he spoke... they weren't to be told in a manipulative way. He was being truthful... honest. He spoke softly, his voice reflecting his erratic nature once again as it turns cold. “They will hurt you.. Just like they did to me….” She finally gathered enough courage within herself to speak, although her voice was shaky as she spoke. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, her gaze meeting his intense stare. She could sense the tension between them as well as how their shared desire and potential peril were combining to create an explosive concoction. (Y/F/N) knew that giving in to him would be a mistake, but she couldn't help the way her body reacted to his touch. With a fierce determination, she pushed him away from her, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm not like you," she spat, her voice shaking slightly with the effort of holding herself together. "I won't let myself become a monster." One laughed bitterly, his eyes hardening with a cold fury, it sent shivers up and down her spine the way he was looking at her. "You already are a monster," he growled, his hand reaching out to grab her once more. "You just haven't faced it yet. You have not accepted your fate, for whatever reason that may be, I haven't no idea." Fear was clearly visible on (Y/F/N)'s face as her heart raced. She made an effort to remain firm and self-assured, though. "Don't say such things... I will not let fear consume me, for I am more stronger than that." "Fear? Oh, my dear pet.. fear is what keeps you blind to your true self. The darkness within you is awakening, it has been unraveling for some time now, you simply just have been so ignorant to see it happening. I am offering you the chance to embrace it, to unlock the power you've denied for so long." He said. "No, I won't let the darkness define me. I won't let it consume my soul. There's still good in me. I am good. I believe in redemption. I am not going to be like you or anything like you." She snarled. Each word she said, however, she and One both knew it was further from the truth. But... she was still trying. Contrary to him, she embodied her humanity, a flicker of the human essence still resonating within her being. But... with each word he said, she felt that flicker beginning to burn out. One's eyes ignited with an infernal blaze, the intensity of his gaze scorching her skin, as if flames danced in the depths of his pupils. With an annoyed scoff, he retorted, his voice taking on an even deeper, more ominous timbre than before. "Redemption? You think you can simply wash away the blood on your hands with a flicker of hope? You're naïve, pet. The monster within cannot be tamed, only embraced. The sooner you accept it, the stronger you'll become." He informed. He then leaned closer to her, only a few inches away from her face as he guided his hand forward, letting the palm of his hand rest against her cheek. One softly thumbs her skin, enjoying the smoothness underneath his fingertips. One then cups her face, a bit firmly, as he forces her to look at him. "Darkness is quite misunderstood, pet. It's a realm of infinite possibilities, where your potential knows no bounds. By embracing the darkness, you can transcend the limitations that society imposes upon us. Think about it. No more restrictions, no more rules. Only pure power. "Power..." One repeated, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he wets his lips before he continues, "It can be wielded with finesse and purpose. With it, you can mold the world to your vision, reshape it as you see fit. Isn't that what you've always wanted? To make a real difference? You can change the world. One by one, you can get rid of those undeserving of life. You can change and be better, the world itself will be better, thanks to you." The thunderous palpitations of (Y/F/N)'s heart continued to ring out in her ears as she continued to be engulfed in an unsettling silence, her breath being restrained. Despite her internal turmoil, she couldn't shake the feeling that One, watching from a distance, had a supernatural ability to recognize the frantic beat of her pounding heart. "Furthermore, you will not have to face it alone," One added in a hushed voice that was equal parts desire and anticipation. "My love, I have longed for this exact moment when we would unite and give in to our true selves. Together, we will let loose the primal beasts within, wreaking havoc on those who deserve it. Do not be alarmed because I will be by your side throughout this path's perilous steps, steadfastly guiding you. I will remain by your side through the darkest of nights and all the way to the end. It has always been you and I... It shall be that way, forever until the world caves in. And even in the dark abyss once the world has ended, it still shall be you and I, forever and always." She could no longer ignore the unavoidable truth that, like One, she too possessed the essence of a monster as the unsettling realization hit her. Instead of fighting this realization, she discovered herself grudgingly accepting it and allowing the burden of her newly discovered identity to fall upon her shoulders. She instinctively knew that she needed to push him away, run as fast as she could, and cut all ties without looking back. Every word he spoke resounded with horror, and One himself exuded a monstrous aura that was devoid of all signs of humanity. But, against her better judgment, she discovered that she was unable to make that move. (Y/F/N) inhaled shakily, her hands trembling just a little as she hesitantly placed them on the nape of his neck. She was overcome by a storm of conflicting feelings, as though her heart and mind were engaged in a struggle. Then, in an instantaneous fit of impulsiveness, before fully understanding what she was doing, she pressed her lips firmly against his in an unexpected and desperate collision of their beings. Their lips merged in a stormy fusion with an intensity that ignited their senses. Their lips coming together sparked a passionate dance as their breaths mixed in a passionate exchange. The boundaries of the world vanished in that very moment, vanishing into insignificance, as if time itself had stopped. It was just the two of them there — One and (Y/F/N) — locked in a ravenous connection that transcended all other realities, amidst the chaos of their intertwined existence. Nothing but them mattered.

As their lips parted, One's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with an unyielding determination. In a hushed whisper that carried the weight of a solemn promise, he spoke, "They will never forget us, (Y/F/N). We shall etch our names into their memories, imprint our faces upon their nightmares, and make them taste the very pain they inflicted upon us." His words resonated with both vengeance and a twisted sense of justice.

As his lips softly met her forehead, a wave of affection washed over her. It was a gentle act, a gesture that held a multitude of unspoken emotions and vulnerability. In that moment, (Y/F/N) felt an overwhelming sense of being cherished, as if she were the center of his universe.

The realization struck her like a revelation, for she had never experienced such profound love before. (Y/F/N) had never fathomed that he could harbor such depths of affection, let alone direct them towards her.

In that intimate exchange, she found solace and comfort, as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted from her shoulders. The tenderness of his touch and the sincerity behind his actions painted a vivid picture of the love he held for her. In his embrace, she discovered a newfound sense of worthiness, a belief that she was deserving of such devotion...

"It is you and I, united in this dark journey," he declared, his voice resonating with a blend of possessiveness and devotion. The two of them solidified their bond, forged by a mutual understanding of the path they were about to embark upon—a path marked by revenge, intertwined destinies, and an unbreakable connection.

With an unwavering resolve, she comprehended the depths of his intentions, and a profound sense of loyalty stirred within her. No matter the trials that lay ahead, (Y/F/N) was prepared to walk alongside him. Together, One and her would emerge triumphant from the ashes of their shattered past, their shared strength propelling them forward. Side by side, they would leave an enduring legacy that would endure throughout the ages as they inscribed their irrevocable mark on the world. They accepted the challenging journey that lay ahead of them, ready to reshape their destinies and create a new story, their souls entwined and united in purpose. His gaze softened as he looked at her, a glimmer of tenderness returning to his eyes. The intensity and darkness that had consumed him seemed to recede, revealing a glimpse of the affection and warmth that lay beneath. "You have always been my favorite." He said as a small smile crept upon his lips. "My favorite girl." He cooed as he then began to press kisses onto her exposed neck. "Do you wish for me to show you just how much you mean to me?" A wild hunger surged through him as he began to devour her exposed neck with the touch of his lips, as well as his teeth. His lips caressed her smooth skin in a possessive embrace, radiating heat that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. Here and there, he'd dig his teeth into her flesh, smirking as he'd hear the soft mewls erupt past her lips. One's passionate words, rich with intensity, were an invitation to surrender to the force of their connection and explore the depths of their love. The air around them was thick with anticipation, as well as arousement. (Y/F/N) felt her heart hammering against her chest as he touched her. A mix of desire and lust coursed through her veins, warming her from the inside out. She had never done something like this before - she wasn't even exactly sure what it is that she was doing, or where Peter had learned this before. But she couldn't deny the pleasure it brought her. His hands moved up her body - caressing her waist, tracing her collarbone, exploring her curves. Her skin appeared to catch fire everywhere he touched it, and she felt heat throughout her entire body at each movement he did whether by his lips or his fingertips. She gasped, inhaling sharply when she feels One's calloused hands underneath her skirt, toying at her womanhood. One's lips roamed back to her neck, switching between kissing and sucking while his hands kept moving under her skirt. He bit her neck almost hard enough to draw blood, making her squeal with a mixture of pain and pleasure. His voice is husky as he whispers against her skin, "You're so wet.... All of this for me, my love?" Her mouth watered at the sound of his voice. She couldn't help herself. She wanted him. (Y/F/N) wanted him now. Her lips found his, and she kissed him with as much passion and lust as she could muster. However, the kiss was cut short due to One having pulled away. Luckily for her, One picks (Y/F/N) up and pushes her down on the bed in the corner of the room. She lay there, her body tense as One towered above her. His hands moved around her body, exploring her curves. He leaned in, his lips finding hers. His kiss was gentle yet fierce, demanding yet strangely tender. She melted into the bed, feeling both scared and safe in his embrace. He moved his hands higher, his fingertips tracing lines across her skin as he moved closer to her. She wanted to move away, but also to stay, to be fully present in the moment for as long as she could. One finally broke away, leaving her breathless and wide-eyed. He stood and looked down at her, a coy smile on his lips. He said nothing, but the moment was already written in her memory, a vivid reminder of the power of their connection. One crawled between her legs and lifted up the end fabric of her skirt. The cool night air hit (Y/F/N)'s skin, raising goosebumps along her thighs. She squirmed, feeling exposed as One practically ripped her underwear off. When he lowered his head, placing a hot kiss on her thigh, (Y/N) stiffened, unsure of what he was doing... regardless, she was enjoying whatever it was he was acting upon. His lips moved more and more up, getting closer and closer to her womanhood. Without any warning, One brushed his tongue over her folds, sparks shooting through her body at the contact. Up & down. Down & up. Left to right, right to left. She entwined her fingers in them, pulling him closer, their bodies flush against each other. (Y/F/N) spread her thighs wider, dragging him in deeper as he sensually licked and sucked her most intimate part. Her hands continuously stroked his head and shoulders, tangling in his hair and grazing against face. Her entire body softened into him, surrendering to the pleasure he was providing her. (Y/F/N) gasped and moaned with pleasure, her breath coming out in hushed, passionate whispers. "P-Please.... that feels so good. I love what you are doing. Love the way you make me feel." She says, her voice high and squeaky. He just continued, his kisses and licks gentle but insistent. His hands were busy too, exploring the contours of her body, gently caressing her inner thighs and stomach until she thought her legs would give out from the sheer intensity of the sensation. Finally, with one last kiss, he slowly pulled away, leaving her wanting more. She opened her eyes and found him gazing deep into her, a spark of desire in his eyes, and a large smile painted across his face. "You are amazing," He murmured, his voice low and full of admiration. "Absolutely phenomenal, pet." She smiled, feeling elated. She had never experienced anything quite like that in her life before, and the feeling of being truly and utterly loved was something she would never forget. One then hummed a low, guttural note as he stood up and tossed his pants to the side. His smile was now replaced with a smirk as he took off his shirt in one swift motion and threw it on top of his pants. (Y/F/N) simply just watched in 'awe' as she sat back, never taking her eyes off of him. "Go on." He said as he motioned toward her clothes. "Undress yourself, let me see you in your full beauty without those horrid pieces of fabric covering it." As she does exactly what he says, they both are quick to strip themselves nude. Her eyes were locked onto his hard cock which now aimed right for her.

"Come here." he beckoned her with his finger, swaying it back and forth in the air. (Y/F/N) followed him to the bed, crawling over to him. "What you are going to do is wrap your hand around this." One instructed her as he took her hand and placed it around his member. A shiver went through him at the feeling of her fingers being wrapped around his shaft. He looked down at her and felt some sort of satisfaction as she rubbed up and down on him. "And then you are going to open your mouth, like a good girl does, and take me in."

(Y/F/N) nodded her head and pulled her hand away from his erection. She bit her lip as she lowered her head and opened her mouth. (Y/F/N) felt the tip of his cock press against her lips and slowly she opened her mouth and let his member slip inside of her. Her mouth was wet and warm as his cock slowly slid in and out of her mouth. Her tongue was pressed against the bottom of his shaft, touching his balls with every stroke.

(Y/F/N) was enjoying the way he was moaning and how his body was reacting to her. She was having a hard time keeping her mouth around his length, however. Though, she tried her hardest, not wishing to disappoint him. There were moments when he was thrusting into her mouth and she almost choked, but she just kept going, wanting to be that good girl he claimed her to be.

It was only a matter of moments before she felt him tense up, his breathing becoming heavier and a tense feeling in his stomach. A warm flow poured into her mouth and she pulled away as he emptied himself into her mouth. (Y/F/N) swallowed quickly, forcing herself not to gag, but she managed. When he was finished, she looked up from her position. He was breathing heavily, but still smiling at her.

“I didn’t think you were going to swallow for me,” he said, his voice low and breathing heavy.

She shrugged and moved her head to clean his cock of the remaining cum. “Why wouldn’t I? I wanted to be your good girl... And I'm assuming good girls swallow?"

One chuckled as he gave a small nod as if to say 'you're right'.

He then leaned down to nip at her bottom lip before slipping his tongue passed her lips and tasting himself. He pulled away and she gasped, but he didn't give her time to adjust to the loss. He leaned in and kissed down her jaw and neck. He grabbed her breasts in his hands and squeezed, causing her to gasp and arch her back at the feeling.

(Y/F/N) felt his lips against her right breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. He took her nipple into his warm mouth and sucked before switching to her left breast.

Then, (Y/F/N) turned his attention to her stomach. He placed small kisses along her stomach, making her giggle. He smirked and slid his hands up her inner thighs, teasing her once more.

One smiled at the sounds leaving her lips as he then placed a kiss on her clit before sliding his tongue through her folds and into her hole. He pulled (Y/F/N) hips closer to his face and placed his hands under her ass, pulling her closer to his face. (Y/F/N) groaned and wrapped her arms around One's head, her fingers digging into his hair.

His tongue explored her hole, tasting her, before he used his fingers to tease her clit. (Y/F/N) squirmed and moaned in pleasure, not caring if she was going to get caught by how loud she was being. She also assumed One didn't care either.

One kissed and licked her clit before using his teeth to gently bite it. (Y/F/N) groaned loudly and arched her back, her eyes closing and her hair falling around her face.

"P-Please..." she begged. "Need you inside of me, One."

One snarled in hunger, his eyes ravenous for any sign of vulnerability in her. When he saw none, a savage determination surged through his veins. He was quick to stand to his feet only to pin her beneath him and he instantly drove himself into her with raw passion, pushing into her at full force. (Y/F/N) cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure flooding in her veins as One possessed her completely, his movement owning her body and soul as they moved together in a rhythm of sheer bliss. Faster, slower, deeper, softer...their connection became a raging fire that consumed them both. "You are too perfect, my love." he murmured, his voice growing darker as he was getting closer to his peak. "In this wretched world, where darkness prevails and the cruelty of humanity knows no bounds, it is you who brings light and warmth to my existence. For you, I would go to the ends of the earth and beyond, traversing the deepest abyss just to ensure your happiness." He said as he rocks his hips deeper into hers, loving the way she felt against his member and loving the way he felt inside of her. "We are to rule the world, you & I." She moaned softly in response, her hands running down his back and digging her nails into his skin. "Yes," she breathed out, "together we will conquer the world and everything in it." He leaned down to kiss her deeply, their tongues intertwined as they moved together in perfect rhythm. He couldn't get enough of her, her touch, her taste, her scent, everything about her drove him wild with desire. As they moved, the room grew hotter and sweat dripped from their bodies. He gripped her hips tightly as he continued to thrust into her, feeling her walls clenching around him. "I want to feel you come," he growled, kissing her neck as he quickened his pace. (Y/F/N) arched her back, crying out loudly as she reached her climax, her body convulsing in ecstasy. He followed soon after, his release washing over him in waves as he collapsed onto her, their bodies entwined in a tangled mess. They lay together for a long time until he shifted off of her, only to lay next to her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her into his side. One leaned up on his elbow to look down upon her gorgeous face. (Y/F/N) was watching him, her eyes filled with a million different emotions. The very top emotion on that list, however, was love. "(Y/F/N)," he spoke, his voice soft and tender. "I love you... and I am proud of the girl you are and I am even more ecstatic to see the powerful woman you are going to be."

A radiant smile illuminated her face, transforming her features into a portrait of pure joy. Her eyes softened, mirroring the warmth that emanated from within her. With a tender touch, she gently grazed his cheek, her fingertips caressing his skin.

"I love you, too," she confessed, her voice filled with affection and adoration. One then grew serious as he brushes his fingers through her hair, mumbling softly as he spoke. "You must remember, dear, remember, the dark side isn't just about destruction. It's about embracing your true potential, finding the strength within yourself to shape your destiny. This? What we share and what we have, it is your destiny. We are each-other's halves, we were meant to be one, meant to be together." (Y/F/N) listened to his words carefully, letting them sink into her like ink on paper. His deep voice was like music to her ears, resonating in the depths of her very soul. The darkness around them seemed to amplify his words, making them more powerful and alluring. As she gazed into his piercing blue eyes, (Y/F/N) felt a surge of desire course through her veins. He was right, we were meant to be together. The bond between her and him was unbreakable, forged in the darkness that surrounded them. His hand then found hers and he squeezed it gently, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You are powerful, my love," he whispered. "You just need to embrace it, embrace the darkness within you. Together, we are remarkable.. we are immortal. We are God's." She nodded, understanding the depth of his words. It was time to shed her old self, the one who had always clung to the light. It was time to embrace the darkness, to become the person she was always meant to become. Even if that made her a monster, even if that meant she'd be a villain... don't villains usually always have more fun? Together, side by side, One & (Y/F/N) would release hell. And they will do it with a smile on their faces.

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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 2 years

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okay so imagine reader is a nurse/orderly thing like peter and they aren't allowed to have sweets or something so one day peter gives the reader a chocolate croissant or something and its all just cute

no stop bc that would be so cute

“Guess what I got.”

You could barely keep in your squeal of excitement as Peter pulled a chocolate croissant out of a paper bag.

“How did you even get this?” you asked in awe.

Peter chuckled and held it out to you. “I have my sources.”

You grinned widely at him as you accepted the pastry, and took a bite. You groaned happily and closed your eyes as the sweet taste of chocolate filled your mouth and taste buds. You sighed and handed it back to Peter, chewing happily.

“Thank you,” you said gratefully.

Peter took a bite as well, and you smiled.

“It’s so sweet, isn’t it?” you said.

Peter smiled softly at you.

“Not as sweet as you.”

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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Hii! Can I request an imagine with Henry and the reader where she’s another number (she was put in the lab late, around 15-16 and she’s been there for like 3-4 years?)& she can manipulate metallic elements (move them& put them together) and she likes to create these little mechanical spiders&henry catches her one day? 😌🤍

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Peter Ballard x Test Subject! Reader | FLUFF

CW: spoilers for season 4 Vol. 1

word count: 1.2k

Peter had seen spiders in Hawkin’s Laboratory for weeks now.

“I want you to look into this,” Doctor Brenner had told him. “If anyone can find where these are coming from, it sure as hell is you. Knowing how fond of black widows you were as a child.”

And Peter couldn’t argue with that. He never tried hard to find the culprit. How could he, when a small spider would follow him around the lab all day? Their mechanics were finely made and he had to admit, their attention to detail and craftsmanship was admirable. They were quite adorable, even if they weren’t completely sentient.

The Rainbow Room was quiet and you were amongst the few children allowed there for the afternoon. Monday’s training had left you drained, but you were proud for having done so well. Well enough to spend your afternoon here, where you could create.

Never mind the bright colours and rainbows adorning the walls of the Rainbow Room. You were fascinated with grey and black. The smudged colours came in so many different textures and shades that you couldn’t get enough.

The pin board where 002 was perfect. You played with a few blocks, one spinning as it levitated above your upturned palm. This was incredibly dull. Once he left the board, you made your way over.Looking over your shoulder, you saw Peter busy with 002 across the room.

Good. Keep them that way.

“Easy does it…” you murmured to yourself, eyebrows furrowed as you softly and carefully manipulated the glass just enough. It bended like water, and parted for you.

“Yes!” you cheered, not above a whisper in fear of getting caught. It was a small victory, but you were happy nonetheless.

You reached in and pulled four metal pins from the back of the plastic board, and a red puck for good measure, before closing the glass again.

You stared at the glass long enough to get a nose bleed. Your smug smile was wide and crinkled your eyes when you wiped your sleeve across your nose. In place of the metal poles you had taken, lay four brand new ones.

“It seems you’ve finally mastered the art of rebuilding and manipulation,” you heard Peter say from behind you.

“Huh?!” you whirled your head around, eyes wide in shock and your heart dropping to the very bottom of your body in dread. You’d been found out.

“Shh,” he held a finger to his lips and sat down by you. “If we act like I am helping you with the pucks, then the cameras won’t be able to see what we’re doing.”

“Huh?” you were so confused. For weeks you had heard murmurs of Papa trying to find this “mystery spider maker”, and now Peter wasn’t even trying to immediately hand you in?

“I saw your spiders over the last few weeks, you know,” Peter started, reaching for a red puck and putting it into the top of the board.

You kept your eyes fixed on it as he carried on speaking, remaining unsuspicious.

“They were so beautifully done, too,” he complimented you.

You couldn’t help being slightly flustered. If you were honest, all the other teenagers here around your age were absolutely smitten for him. Especially since he was the only one who was truly kind to you all. He also helped you a lot. All of you. during your assessments when you struggled, he would always whisper encouraging words and tips on how to do well before you began.

Brenner hated him for it, but everyone here adored him for his nature.

"Thank you,” you said, your eyes not daring to leave the board, moving the puck to fall into the 8th slot, as your wanted it to.

“Can you show me how you make them?” He asked. “I wonder…with this red puck and black metal, could you make a black widow?”

You huffed and looked down at the small poles and puck you had in your lap. You’d had such a love for rain spiders and their long legs. Why do a black widow when they were so small? It didn’t seem like much of a challenge for you.

“Why a black widow?” you finally asked, a frown adorning your soft features as you met his lovely blue eyes. “They’re not really that fun to make.”

“Hmm, lets see…” he crossed his arms and sighed. “For me, as a child, I loved black widows…They were such small little creatures, but with so much power. They’re very poisonous, despite their size. Did you know that?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded.

“Then you’d know that because of one single bite from this little creature would result in extreme pain. You can be paralysed…” he trailed off and laughed softly when he saw the way your eyes widened in fear.

“But don’t worry. Besides their malicious intent, I simply loved them, because they reminded me that no matter how small or unnoticed, I went as a child, I had just as much power to become greater.”

“That’s a good reason,” you agreed. “Knowing that small things can have much power can help you think you can have potential to do well too. Achieve the things you want to.”

“You remind me of black widows, slightly,” Peter pointed out. “You’re small but have such bite, with all that power you have.”

“I guess so,” you shrugged. “I’ll make your spider. Do you want me to show you how I do it?”

“Yes, I would love that.”

“On one condition,” you help up a finger, “Don’t tell Papa about them, just yet.”

“They can be our little secret,” Peter vowed, bowing his head solemnly.

With his promise in mind, you began your work.

You put the small little poles into the flat of your palm and stared stared stared, willing the metal to take form. The poles thinned out and slowly split in half, growing little spikes and tips. Spider’s legs, Peter realized, as you continued.

The puck melted into a soft clay, and eighteen small little balls of red made their way between the legs. The rest of the puck darkened and formed into an oval. The body. And a small red dot remained on the back.

Then a small head, and “There you go,” you said gently, placing the spider onto the white floor.

It slowly whirred to life and stood up, a newborn bambi first standing. It shuddered and shook, then stood still. Eight little eyes glistened, looking up at the two of you.

“Amazing…” Peter murmured, dumbstruck.

“You can keep him if you want,” you said cheerily, as if you hadn’t just created a life in front of his very eyes.

“Thank you,” Peter gave you a radiant smile and held out his hand, watching as the spider crawled onto his palm.

“We can call him Darcy.”

What could you say, you loved reading classics. It was the only thing Papa gave you to do here.

And so that was how Peter had Darcy follow him around the Lab for another month, the only spider that was allowed in the facility after Papa had called you in. Darcy was a little secret between you and Peter.

And you were so very happy to have finally made a friend, even if it took four years of being cooped up here to have found one.

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elodieballard · 2 years

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take a toll.

summary: y/n and peter escape the lab and as they do, she gets injured.

warnings: violence, angst, fluff

“eleven, grab onto my shirt and hold it until i tell you to stop, got it?” i say, gritting my teeth together.

as an orderly, it was important to help the children whenever they needed it, or whenever it was required. they commonly get afraid at the thought of being put on the spot to do something they have no clue how to. making sure this doesn’t distract them, any orderly is required to give proper instructions for lessons a little more advanced. for example, combat lessons.

it is very unusual to have combat lessons in the lab, because it is strictly prohibited for these children never to have to face combat as such. they’ve never been allowed to fight physically, and are scolded for fighting verbally as well.

combat lessons weren’t really needed in a facility where you wouldn’t normally have it nor would you be allowed to leave. outside of the facility is nothing but distractions to learning the powers, dr. brenner says.

growing up like a normal child is not a benefit to practicing telekinesis as such. going to the mall, paying attention and learning in school is not going to have your mind set on powers as it would be in the lab, where your entire existence was to use your powers and work with them— always to stay,

and never to leave.

yet here eleven was, holding the tug of my shirt in the back as we ran out of the boiler room, darting past cameras in the corners of walls.

“hey!” i hear from in front of us as guards approach. “where do you think you’re going?” it’s miller.

both eleven’s and peter’s grip tighten. i sigh, hearing footsteps behind me as i turn around to see the tazer shocking itself.

“against the wall. all of you. now!”

“peter, i think we-”

“no,” he says, turning to me. as he does, i’m reminded of the streak of blood running down the neck from the bursted soteria. “you don’t have to be afraid of them, y/n. not anymore.”

eleven looks at me. now that i’ve realized i’d grabbed her hand in the mist of all this happening, i give it a reassuring squeeze without paying her a look. i’m focused on peter.

miller smirks. “take em’.”

the men start slowly walking to us, but peter turns around quickly. my gaze is shifted to behind us, where the men are blasted into the wall.

by his outstretched hand.

in this moment, it feels like everything slows down. it’s all moving a little too quick, giving me an uneasy feeling.

the sends the rest flying, leaving miller standing there. “please, i’m-” his hands are stretched in front of him as he slowly backs up.

peter pauses. i wonder if he’s going to let him go, but he breathes heavily and tilts his neck impulsively. miller’s neck snaps and he falls to the ground, lifeless.

i can’t help but breathe extremely heavy. i can’t tell if i’m about to pass out or if it’s a migraine. nonetheless, my thoughts are sliced when peter turns to both eleven and me and stares for a moment. “come.”

he grabs my left hand, eleven’s still in my right. he takes us to the tidy storage closet about a bookshelf away and closes the door behind him with two hands.

“wait here, don’t move,” he demands, turning to us. “i’m going to find us a way out.”

“wait!” eleven says before he can open the door. “how did you-”

“like i said,” he drops his voice an octave. “we’re alike.”

eleven falls silent as her gaze follows his, down to his wrist. with his right hand, he pulls his left sleeve up.

i gasp.

001.

that’s all that’s there. it’s the only thing it reads. it’s simply a tiny, tattooed, inked number. but it held the end to a mystery, a fairytale.

he smirks a bit, turning to leave, then stops. he turns a bit.

he notices what i didn't notice— my tears. he leans over to me, cupping my face in his hands and swiping the tear away with his hand. “don’t be afraid. i won’t hurt you.” he sighs as my expression doesn’t change and i stay frozen. “i promise you i will be right back, love.”

he places a kiss on my forehead and makes his way to the door for the final time, closing it gently behind him.

my breathing becomes heavier once i feel abandoned. abandoned with eleven, that is. maybe it makes me feel better.

i hope i’m just with eleven for a little bit.

my bloody thumbs are starting to taste bitter, relishing in the violence i’d soaked them in as i’ve bitten them for the past thirty minutes.

there is a lot to think about. like why didn’t peter tell me this before? why did he keep it a secret? will he even come back? would he leave me here to die and rot with a nine year old child?n

as my questions have been mentally asked with no verbal or physical answer, the real world and its sounds start to come more apparent eventually, making the sudden screams i’m immersing in throughout my ears more vivid.

“eleven,” i say, and she’s torn from her thoughts as well. “i think we should find peter.”

she swallows, but nods determinedly.

i grab her hand and slowly crack the door open, peering out to make sure no one is there. i look back to eleven, reassuring her, but she already seems too anxious for that.

i open the door completely, waking out. the lights were flashing and alarms were going off but only in certain hallways.

as i make my way down the hallway, the building looks untouched. like there was no need to have emergency alarms blaring through the facility.

but then as i turned the corner towards the exit, i saw it. i saw the reason i had to shield eleven’s eyes for horrors ahead of me.

many workers once in their pristine white suits were now covered in blood, banged up and lifeless on the floor. “oh!” i exclaimed, breathing heavier by the second as i turned the corner closer to the exit.

and there he was.

covered in blood. peter, sending a guard into the wall, snapping her bones soon after. she drops to the floor, thudding and rolling onto her stomach—he did this all.

“peter, what did you—” i call, but he wipes the blood from his nose and slowly walks towards me.

i think all of the guards are dead. i think they’re all decaying in that pile of camouflage bodies with broken bones. i don’t think peter needs to worry about any more coming.

he grips my chin with his hand, grabbing eleven’s arm and fitting the palm of her hand to his chest, where his heartbeat is.

“feel it?” he asks. he gives her a sympathetic look ask she swallows saliva down her throat from her dry cries.

“s-slightly.” she replies.

“it’s not heavy, is it?” he asks her, tilting his head.

“no.”

he strokes her cheek before bringing both of his hands to my face, cupping hit and drinking in the sight of my worries. “did you hear what she said?”

i swallow. “yes.”

“that means i’m calm. there is nothing to worry about, my love.” my gaze shoots over to the pile of dead guards. “don’t feel sorry for them. you know how terrible they were. to you. to me.” he smiles. “don’t you remember then punishing me? all because i wanted to help eleven?” i nod slowly. his grin grows wider for a moment, trying to calm me down. he wipes a tear from my eye and i can’t help but flinch. his brows furrowed. “don’t you get it? i’m not going to hurt you.”

i suddenly can’t meet his eyes. “i know, peter… but…”

“but what sweetheart?” he tilts his head. “i need you to use your words. you can do it.”

i look up into his eyes again, scanning the rest of his face with the corner of my eyes. “i just.. are you hurt?”

his eyes tear up and he pulls me close to him, hugging me. “you’re such a sweet girl. you’re such a sweet girl. you’re my sweet girl.”

my breath hitches for a second and i bury my nose further into his neck, only being intoxicated with the smell of blood, making me hazy and almost needing to pass out.

“you don’t need to worry about anything.” he says as i look up at him. his eyes are closed, taking in the feeling of me. i relax a bit.

“wait!” eleven shouts.

i immediately scream at the sudden jolt of electricity flooding through me. the world goes black and starts flashing as the room spins.

“brenner, son of a bitch!” i hear peter’s shouts muffle as i fall to the floor, still feeling that terrible electricity hit me over and over again.

~ beep, beep, beep.

is the sound i’m greeted with as my eyes slowly flutter open.

shit. white tile ceiling.

either that was a dream, or i’m back in the lab.

i think i’m back in the lab, because the crucifying feeling running through my veins from everywhere is still there.

though it’s blurry and looks like i’m looking through a kaleidoscope, i manage to get myself to look past the ceiling.

i’m in a hospital room. not a familiar one from the lab, just a hospital room. i look around, not bothering to twist my head in any direction. a head of golden blonde hair perched in a seat, staring upwards at the ceiling.

i lift my head to look at peter completely, next to see eleven beside him, looking through a childrens magazine with a catalogue. they don’t notice i’m awake, so i continue to watch them.

“i like this one.” eleven points at a spot on the page. peter looks and nods.

“we can get that one too.”

for a few more seconds, she continues to point at what she likes and peter, annoyed, stays shrugging it off and nodding at it, mumbling little things like “pretty” and “would look nice on you.”

i groan when i feel a shocking cramp in my neck, where i was tazed.

from the corner of my eye, the blonde’s head flies up and looks at me, brightening at the sight of seeing me awake.

“y/n!” he exclaims, running over to me.

he kisses me on the lips, then peppers tiny kisses all over my face. i giggle, trying to pull him away to stop.

“okay, okay, peter!” i laugh. he goes down to my neck, laughing against my skin. “stop!”

he continues laughing as he leans up and places a big kiss on my forehead.

“peter,” i say as he nuzzled his head into my neck.

“mm,” he hums, kissing back there.

“why are we in a hospital?” i ask. my hands trail up to play with his hair and i feel him frown against my neck.

“you don’t remember?”

“i do, but you’ve been tazed many times and have never had to go to a hospital. shit, you haven’t even had to go to the hospital wing?”

he hums, placing another kiss at the back of my neck. “yeah, but love, they’ve never used that type of energy on me.”

“energy?”

“don’t be silly, darling. you should know it takes energy to create electricity.” he remarks.

“sure i do. but ‘that type’?” i ask, tugging at a strand of hair and he groans.

“they used drugged energy. to make the surge more dangerous. they attempted to kill you, and they did take a toll on your brain. but they failed pretty terribly, and i fixed your brain with my powers.” he sighs, leaning up from my neck. “think you can get up?”

“why?”

“i just really want to hold you.” he replies.

i nod and push myself up, feeling the soreness. i groan.

“i know, baby, i know.” he says, picking me up bridal style and carrying me over to his chair.

“baby?” i say, and he looks back at me.

“what? you don’t like it?” he asks.

“no, actually, i really really like it. a lot.” i reply. “a lot.”

“so?”

“it’s new. but i love it. don’t ever stop calling me that.” i sigh.

“i won’t baby.” he says, kissing behind my ear.

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