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You'll See Why (Peter Ballard x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female!Reader, implied Steve x Reader (Does not really factor into the story)

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: mostly just fluff and angst that doesn't require a content warning. General content warnings consistent with Stranger Things

Summary: It couldn't be him. She refused to believe it. Eleven had to be wrong, had to have the wrong person. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of something like this; in the back of her mind, she knew he was. More, it was that she didn't want to face what it meant about herself.

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There was a familiar face staring blankly up at her from the page… she knew this face.

“Well, he looks evil,” Steve mused, looking at the drawing over her shoulder.

“He was 001… He was the first. They built the lab to contain him.” Eleven explained.

(Y/n) was holding up the sketch Eleven had drawn of the patient from Hawkins Lab, who Eleven knew as 001, that Nancy had discovered was Henry, that they all called Vecna.

(Y/n) knew that face.

“(Y/n)?” Dustin touched her shoulder. “(Y/n), are you okay?”

She heard her brother’s voice talking to her, and yet somehow she didn’t register it. He felt, he sounded, so far away.

It felt like an out of body experience, like her thoughts were no longer contained inside her brain, like they were swirling around her in a cloud, consuming her entire world. This was not Henry Creel, could not be Vecna. Eleven had to be wrong. She knew this face, and she knew it all too well.

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“Hi Peter, I see they let you out again. The usual?” (Y/n) smiled brightly.

Peter was her favorite regular at Benny’s, not that he was all that regular. He came in once every couple weeks or so. She assumed whenever the lab could spare him, though he always referred to it as a “reward” for good behavior. Benny’s menu was hardly “reward” worthy. It was decent. Benny was a good cook, but it was just regular diner food. She could think of four other diners in Hawkins that served the same fair, though Benny’s was certainly the closest to the ltab.

He wasn’t a particularly nice regular. He tipped very well, which she appreciated, but most regulars do or they wouldn’t be regulars anymore. Mostly, he was her favorite because he was an enigma. He worked for the Hawkins National Laboratory up the road, and he was very cagey about his work and himself.

“No coffee,” Peter amended without looking up from the papers in front of him.

(Y/n) scribbled haphazardly on the ticket and slid it across the window to put on deck for Benny. There were a couple tickets ahead of it, and that gave her extra time.

(Y/n) dragged the stool out from behind the register and plopped down directly in front of Peter, propping her elbows on the counter and looking at him expectantly.

Peter rolled his eyes but kept them trained on his work. This was (Y/n)’s usual routine any time Peter came into the diner, so he didn’t need to look up to know she was staring him down.

“Must you watch your customers so intently? I feel like a subject in the lab.”

“Only the interesting ones,” (Y/n) dismissed. “Now tell me; how’s the lab?”

Peter flipped over one of the pages mindlessly. He hadn’t processed all the words, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen if (Y/n) had anything to say about it. He kept up the appearance of reading though to hold her interrogations to a minimal. “It is in its usual state. I am nothing but a humble nurse for the children being experimented upon and tortured within its walls.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. It wasn’t the kind of joke she would have made, but she let it slide. “Yes, of course, but how is your work?”

“Why would you care to know?” Peter dismissed the question.

“Because I’m bored, and like my brother always says life is a curiosity voyage.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Your brother sounds foolish.”

“Hey,” (Y/n) reached up and smacked Peter lightly on the side of the head, causing him to jolt. He stared at her in utter disbelief, as if no one had ever touched him before in his life, which she found very hard to believe. He was far too high and mighty, full of himself, not to have been bullied as a kid. “That’s my brother. Only I get to mess with him.”

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Nonresponsive and zoned out was not a good thing to be in Hawkins, Indiana in 1986.

“She’s infected with Vecna!” Dustin began to panic, “Quick someone get my headphones from the desk,” Dustin pointed to the desk behind Max, who practically threw the headphones in her rush to get them to Steve as Dustin ran to the small shelf and began digging through Mike’s cassette tapes.

“No, no,” (Y/n) shook aside the memory as quickly as she could manage. “Dustin,” she called to her brother, “Really, I’m fine!”

“Like hell you are,” behind her, Steve forced the plastic strap of the headphones around her neck. “Seriously? How hard is it to find Pat Benatar!” Steve shouted.

“Again, I’m fine,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, wrenching the headphones off.

They couldn’t afford to waste a pair on her now. She could feel things coming to a head. Over the last 24 hours, virtually all of them had had to procure a pair of headphones and wrap them around their necks. Only Steve, Dustin, Eleven, and herself hadn’t heard the ticking of a clock at some point yet. A low drone of noise was filling the room as songs played from the necks of the other occupants.

“Really!” She insisted to the skeptical crowd of teens staring her down, “no ticking. I was just…” In addressing the room, her eyes found Eleven’s, “remembering something.”

Eleven’s eyes seemed to see right through her, and (Y/n) hesitated for a moment, wavering in whether revealing this information was a good idea or not. Everyone else in the room was staring at her, eyes darting now and again to Eleven.

It was too late to back out now. She took a breath and, watching Eleven’s face intently for her reaction, said the name.

“Peter Ballard.”

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“Hi again Peter, I’ll put the usual on for you.” (Y/n) greeted him with a wave as he came through the door.

This time, when Peter walked in, Benny’s was empty except for herself and Benny. He had his usual folder full of papers tucked under his arm, stamped with the fancy Hawkins Lab’s seal on the cover declaring it was privileged information.

“Thank you,” Peter took up his usual counter seat.

He had a way of being both extraordinarily polite and also incredibly rude at the same time. It was like he had spent his entire life being lectured on manners without actually having a single social interaction in which to use them.

“Benny!” (Y/n) called loudly over the order window, “Peter’s usual!”

Benny was somewhere in the back. With the diner being empty, Benny had ducked out to rearrange the stock while he left (Y/n) to mind the front. “Give me just a minute!” She heard her boss shout back.

“So!” (Y/n) whipped around, leaning back against the order window, “Gonna tell me how work was today?”

“Tiresome.” Peter clipped.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, “That’s about as descriptive as you’ve ever been. Was it coworkers or your human test subjects?” She said the last part teasingly.

Peter paused for a moment, still not looking up from his papers, but he seemed to consider her question longer than he usually would before dismissing her. “Boss.” Having answered, Peter immediately went back to flipping through pages, only adding under his breath, “Not that I would call him that, persay. He’s more like my worst nightmare.”

(Y/n) chuckled and approached, taking up her usual seat across from him. “Tell me about it. Last week, Benny didn’t let me off early on Friday even though it was my mom’s birthday, so my little brother recruited his friends to try to bake her birthday cake instead of waiting for me and almost lit my house on fire.”

The word fire seemed to catch Peter’s attention. He still didn’t give her the time of day or meet her eyes, still seemed to think that she was too beneath him for that, but his head did cock to one side. He was listening.

“What’s so nightmarish about your boss?”

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“What do you mean you ‘know’ Vecna?” Dustin demanded.

“He came into Benny’s from time to time,” (Y/n) felt like she was retreating into her skin. Eleven, Mike, Eddie, Max, the whole room. They were all watching her with dark eyes, watching her like they were watching the enemy.

Dustin was staring at her in utter shock. He didn’t notice the looks from his friends or the fear in her eyes. He was still trying to comprehend this massive piece of information.

Only Steve’s hand, resting with a firm grip on her shoulder, was keeping her grounded in the room, keeping her from bolting out the door like a frightened deer.

“And you talked to him? You knew him?” Max joined the questioning, her tone far closer to interrogation than Dustin’s disbelieving one.

(Y/n) shrugged defensively, “Lots of people from the labs came in. We were the closest restaurant. He said he was a nurse. I didn’t know he was the literal devil.”

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“Your boss sounds like a dick, no offense.”

“None taken.” Peter had talked to her. He had actually talked to her. Granted, they were complaining about their bosses, which was the oldest and most basic form of bonding in the book, but still. It was something. “He is.”

“Well,” (Y/n) hopped down from the seat she had taken on the counter while he recounted his tale of woe. “I’m gonna start cleaning up if it’s all the same to you.”

Peter waved his hand down the length of the counter and immediately reverted his eyes back to his papers that were off to the side of the plate he was presently eating off of.

(Y/n) smirked to herself as she pulled out her rag. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. She’d be damned if she wasn’t going to keep poking at him till she got the answers she wanted.

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It was Nancy who turned the whole scene into a proper interrogation. Though, perhaps given her profession, it was more of an interview. She waved the kids away from the seat in front of (Y/n) and took up a spot front and center in her vision.

“Tell us everything you know about him. Start from the beginning.”

(Y/n) took a breath and recited the facts as coldly and emotionlessly as she could manage. “His name was Peter Ballard. He came into the diner once every couple weeks. Everyone else from the lab came in groups, but he…” Her voice cracked for a moment, and she hoped everyone else in the room saw it as nothing more than the nerves it was, “He was always alone. He barely talked to me. The others said he was a nurse, and that he never talked to anyone in the lab either. He always brought files with him to read. It took months for him to even bother making eye contact with me.”

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“You never went to a proper high school?”

“No,” Peter droned. He still acted thoroughly unamused with her presence, but he had started more readily answering her questions.

(Y/n) huffed and leaned back on her stool, tilting away from him. “Well, that explains so much.”

Peter’s eyes shot up from his paper, and for the first time he met her gaze. Not exactly an angry expression, but at the least a doubtful one, colored his face as his eyebrows drew together. “How?”

“Well,” she let the legs of her stool fall back on the floor with a crash as she leaned forward towards Peter, “Sure, you didn’t have to deal with assholes on the basketball team shoving you into lockers, or girls on the cheer squad making fun of your clothes. But you also never found a group of friends with the same niche interest as you, or a guy to bond with over your mutual hatred of some bully, or a cute girl who thought you were the cutest thing since God invented puppies.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed.

“No, I’m serious,” (Y/n) immediately dismissed his expression. “Sure, there are giant swathes of humanity that are the absolute worst, but there are some humans who are really great when you give them the chance. And you,” she poked a finger into his chest, “never did. You were aware that some people sucked, but you didn’t hang around long enough to find the ones that didn’t before you decided to write all of us off as intolerable.”

Peter pursed his lips and turned back to his files. He wasn’t going to continue this line of conversation.

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“That’s really all I know, Nancy. I swear.” (Y/n) huffed.

“There has to be something though!” Nancy jumped up from her seat and began to pace, “It can’t be a coincidence that you knew him. Can it?”

“I didn’t know him,” She emphasized. “We didn’t exactly bare our souls to each other and get matching tattoos. We were friendly. He came in every couple weeks, ordered the same thing. Towards the end he started making small talk, but that was it. Small talk. He didn’t exactly spell out for me that he had dreams of becoming a mass murderer.”

“Yeah, but what are the odds that you would get wrapped up in all of this?” Jonathan pointed out. “It sounds like you’re the only person he talked to outside of the lab.”

“Pretty freakin’ high, Jonathan,” (Y/n) huffed. “If you haven’t noticed, Hawkins isn’t a metropolis. It’s a pretty small town, and weird shit keeps happening. We’re all wrapped up in it at this point.”

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(Y/n) froze, staring at Peter as he approached his usual seat at the counter. She’d clocked him instantly when he walked in, and instantly had known something was very off.

He looked more or less the same, all white outfit, holier than thou expression. His hair was in its usual blonde waves, and he seemed more or less as agitated with his own existence as he usually did.

“H-Hey Peter, Usual?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yes, please,” Peter replied.

And in that moment she realized it. That moment when he sat there, still looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her to put his order in. That moment when he didn’t look down.

No files.

(Y/n) rushed the order in to Benny and whirled back around to join Peter. There were a handful of other people in the diner, but they were all regulars who’d already gotten their food and knew their way around. She was completely unbothered with doing her rounds to their tables.

“Why no files?”

Peter raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you the one who’s always bugging me to talk to you?”

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“He’s not here,” Dustin dropped the flashlight back to his side with a huff.

They had gone to the Creel house again, hoping to find where in the Upside Down Vecna was. Now that they had Eleven, with her powers back no less, they wanted to lure him to a place they could face off against him.

“(Y/n),” Lucas called over the bannister from the second floor. “Did Vecna ever mention anywhere else he liked to go? Or somewhere else in Hawkins he felt connected to?”

“No!” (Y/n) shouted back with a huff, “If he’s not here he must be at the lab!”

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“So?” (Y/n) smiled, “Thoughts?”

“It’s… cold.” Peter mused.

(Y/n) huffed and pulled back from where she was leaning on the counter. “That’s it? It’s cold? I thought you were going to actually help me? You know, useful feedback?”

Peter slowly pushed the mostly-full milkshake away from his plate. “I never agreed to help you. You only assumed I would when I came in.”

“Yeah! For a free milkshake!” (Y/n) threw her hands up, utterly exasperated with him, “You have to have more thoughts than ‘it’s cold’. I’m making Benny put milkshakes on the menu, and it’s my ass on the line if they aren’t good.”

“It’s sweet.” Peter added, picking up another fry and taking a bite.

“Ooooh! Thank you so much! That’s so much more helpful.” She bit back sarcastically.

Rolling her eyes, (Y/n) snatched the milkshake away, slurping through Peter’s abandoned straw. She made a face, “Oh, ok… that is sweet.”

Peter didn’t meet her eyes, but he waved his hand and made a face that very much said ‘told-you-so’.

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It didn’t look like anyone had been in the lab since Eleven closed the portal. The bodies had been cleaned up, no doubt by the military coverup team, but the broken glass in the screened in room surrounding the old portal was still strewn about the floor. Hopper’s gun Bob had left in the control room was still on the desk. There were even still spatters of blood every few feet along the walls and stains from dried up blood on the floors.

“So,” Robin murmured quietly to (Y/n), “This is what Round 2 looked like? Man I am so glad I just had the Russians.”

“It doesn’t look like he’s here either. Doesn’t even look like he’s been here at all. There’s no portal,” Will assessed, turning back to the room.

“Fuck!” Mike turned, kicking a wall. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He wasn’t at his old home. He wasn’t at the lab. He wasn’t at any of the places he’d opened portals that they knew about. (Y/n) was at a loss. There wasn’t anywhere else to look.

He must be hiding, hiding somewhere completely random with absolutely no connection to him. It was the logical thing to do if he didn’t want to be found, but it just didn’t make sense. Sure, Eleven said 001 was a creature completely void of any emotion, set to the singular purpose of restoring order to the world by ridding it of humanity.

But (Y/n) knew that wasn’t true. Hell, the Party should’ve known that wasn’t true. 001 had slaughtered an entire lab in an instant he was so blinded by rage, not even giving them the option to join them that he’d given Eleven. When he became Vecna and was sent to the Upside Down, the first place they knew he’d gone was home. Max had seen the disassembled pieces of the Creel house in Vecna’s inner hideout in the Upside Down. And Henry had talked to Nancy about her visit to his father, about how he’d vengefully plotted his demise.

Even the Peter (Y/n) knew was riddled with emotions, most of them negative, but still they were there. Even when he was putting on a neutral face, she always knew he detested humanity. He hated his job. He…

He’d teased her about her milkshakes, about how much she talked, about high school, about her brother. He’d…

(Y/n) bolted for the door. “Steve, get the keys! I know where he went!” She shouted.

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“So why don’t you ever sit with them?” (Y/n) asked, nodding with her chin over Peter’s shoulder to the lab coats at the table behind him.

They weren’t literally wearing lab coats, but in her mind everyone who worked in a lab was supposed to be wearing a coat. So that’s what she called them. In actuality, they were all dressed almost exactly the same as Peter.

“I mean, I know you hate them, but even you have to get lonely sometimes.”

Peter picked up another fry and put it in his mouth, avoiding her question.

“There must be someone tolerable enough to eat lunch with.”

“I eat with you.” Peter told her, “Do I need someone else?”

(Y/n) felt her cheeks turn a little bit pink, and she tried to swallow it down. “Well no, but you must have friends. Someone at the lab? Or someone from when you were a kid? I know you were homeschooled, but still. Everyone needs friends.”

Peter snorted, and (Y/n) wasn’t sure if it was at the idea of him needing someone or at the idea of having a friend. “Well, I regret to inform you that I just have you.”

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There was a portal, up against the wall of the diner, behind the counter right where she used to sit when she would talk to Peter.

“Dead on, (Y/n).” Steve patted her shoulder, joking, “He must’ve really liked the eggs.”

Grilled chicken with a side of fries and a coffee. Always the same food; didn’t matter what meal it was. (Y/n) didn’t bother to voice that though.

“It’s one of the basketball players,” Dustin pointed out.

A pair of broken, twisted out of shape, legs were sticking out from behind one of the couches the kids had dragged into Benny’s after it was deserted.

“It’s bigger…” Eleven murmured, taking a step forward towards the portal.

Mike caught her arm, pulling her back away from the portal.

(Y/n) didn’t join in, the banter or the analysis. She was staring at the portal.

It was right where she used to sit, literally right there. If Peter had been there, and she’d been in her usual spot talking to him, all she would’ve had to do was tip her stool back, like she always did, and she would’ve fallen straight into the Upside Down.

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“You’re gonna fall over if you keep doing that,” Peter pointed down to the legs of her stool.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and continued to totter back and forth on the back legs of the stool. “Then I’ll knock my head in and get off work early, and you won’t have to put up with me. Sounds like a win for both of us.”

The front legs of the stool slammed to the ground, and (Y/n) stared wide-eyed, mouth ajar, at Peter.

Peter’s eyes had a fire to them she had never seen. There was something there, something behind his usual disinterested, annoyed expression. Something dangerous.

He had a vice-like grip on her wrist, and (Y/n) was positive that she was going to have a ringed bruise around the bone there in the morning from how tightly he held her and how hard he’d jerked her back forward. Her arm was stretched out across the width of the counter, practically touching his chest he’d jerked her so far back.

The shock in her face seemed to douse the fire in his. “Sorry,” Peter cleared his throat, dropping her wrist.

“N-No, it’s okay.” (Y/n) dismissed haphazardly. “Didn’t realize I was worrying you.”

Under his breath, so quietly she wasn’t quite sure she heard him right, Peter whispered, “Of course you worry me.”

“What was that?” (Y/n) asked.

“Nothing, just don’t want you dead on the floor. The hassle of finding another friend is unappealing.”

“Well,” (Y/n) smiled, though not as brightly this time as she usually did, “you can’t get rid of me that easy.”

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Vecna.

A grey body, void of skin and hair and a face. Vine-like Tentacles protruding from his back, whipping back and forth in all directions as if they had a mind of their own, encircling the party, drawing them tighter and tighter into him.

She knew what Eleven told her, knew the story of how Vecna had come to be, but she just couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t see Peter under there, inside the monster.

She couldn’t see Peter batting away Eleven with a vine, without a care in the world for her scream as she went flying back into a deadened tree.

Not Peter, not her Peter.

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“I’m sorry.”

(Y/n) looked up, startled. She hadn’t heard anyone come in. She’d been too absorbed in the math homework splayed across Benny’s counter to notice anything other than the mental image she’d been constructing of going to watch all of her friends graduate knowing she was going to have to repeat senior year.

“Oh Peter, I didn’t hear you come in. Usual?”

Peter sat down in front of her, which was not in his usual seat. “No, I only… I came here to talk, to apologize, and say goodbye.”

“Wait you’re leaving?” (Y/n) dropped the pencil from her hand. “Are they moving you out of the lab? What’s going on?”

“There’s been a… development. And soon my services will no longer be required.” Peter caught the pencil (Y/n) hadn’t heard rolling across the counter and carefully balanced it back in place in front of her textbook.

“W-Well, where are you going?” She tried, and failed miserably, to hide the disappointment from her tone, “I’m sure they have phones there. I’d hate to leave you with no one to pester you every week.”

“I can’t tell you.” Peter smiled, actually smiled. (Y/n) didn’t know if it was unnerving or endearing. It was the first time she’d ever seen him smile. She got the occasional snear, once in a while a smirk if she was particularly amusing that day. But he never smiled, certainly not like this, sad, disheartened, like he was sorry he had to go. “That’s why I came. I know I scared you last time I was here. I… I showed too much of myself, and for that I’m sorry.”

“Peter, you don’t have to apologize.” (Y/n) reached out, hesitantly and took his hand. “Not for being yourself at least.”

“Oh but I do.” Peter dismissed. Turning his hand over, Peter took hers in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Maybe one day you’ll see why.”

And as easily as he slipped into her life, he was gone.

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“Eddie,” She whispered from their hiding place behind the rock, “whatever happens, can you promise me something?”

“What?” Eddie whispered back to her.

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment before she peeled herself away from the rocker’s side. “Hold Steve back.” Turning to Jonathan on her other side, she patted his arm. “And don’t let him and Dustin do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

(Y/n) was usually an anxious, hesitant person. She was an extrovert to the extreme, but she was also very risk averse. She was the type of girl who walked with her eyes on her own feet, and her arms brought in across her chest at all times. She didn’t exude surety or confidence ever. The three words her friends would use to describe her were skittish, excitable, and self-conscious. With Dart, Dustin had taken the lead trapping the monster in the cellar. In the Byer’s home, she had cowered behind Steve, from the demodogs and from Billy. In Starcourt, her brother had practically dragged her down to the Russian base. She had been the one driving the distraction car, all too happy to put distance between herself, Dustin, and Steve and the Mindflayer.

She was not fearless like Nancy or powerful like Eleven or a natural leader like Steve. In the face of monsters and spies and alternate dimensions, she was scared, like any normal person would be.

But this, she’d convinced herself, wasn’t a monster from an alternate dimension. A monster, maybe, but one she knew.

“(Y/n), what are you doing?” Jonathan tried to grab at her arm, but she moved faster, ducking out of the way as she came running out from behind the rock.

Vecna was baring down on Eleven, standing in front of Lucas, Mike, and Dustin with her arms wide as she tried to push him back.

“(Y/n)!” The shout came from somewhere behind her, but she didn’t look back at Steve as she heard him running after her.

“PETER!” She came to a stop under him and shouted up into the air, at the body in the center of the mass of tentacles.

His head turned, slowly, towards her. “Peter, come down here!”

“(Y/n),” he said, seemingly to himself.

She should’ve been afraid, quaking in her boots afraid. But for once, she just couldn’t seem to manage it.

Somewhere in the distance she could hear Steve shouting, shouting at her, at Vecna, at Jonathan and Eddie for holding him back.

“Peter!” She called again.

The tentacles seemed to whip back and forth through the air, splaying themselves out flat on the ground and slowly encircling where she stood, as they lowered their master to the ground.

“NO!” Dustin tried to jump, but without instruction needed Lucas and Mike grabbed him and held him back.

“Peter, you don’t have to do this.”

“Peter is dead. Your friend,” he spat the word, “saw to that.”

“I know she put you here, but I don’t think Peter’s gone.” A tentacle slithered at the back of her heels, and (Y/n) took a step closer to Peter.

“You always had such idealistic notions.” He snarled, “This is what I am. Not Peter, this.” Two of the tentacles whipped out from the circle they had formed around (Y/n), and latched onto her wrists, wrenching her down to her knees.

(Y/n) shook her head, “I don’t believe that.”

The tentacles tightened around her wrist, and she bit back a whimper in disgust as they began wrapping themselves slowly up her arms.

“Society is a scourge (Y/n). The real curse is not me; it’s humanity.” Peter began walking towards her, the tentacles around her dragging her to meet him.

“Then why haven’t you cursed me? Killed me?” (Y/n) asked, “Everyone else has heard the clock ticking, Peter. But here I am.”

The tentacles were wrapping around her chest now, gluing her arms to her sides. Peter, Vecna, did not respond. He stood directly above her now, her bound defenseless at his feet.

“If Peter was dead then you wouldn’t be listening to me right now.”

One of the tentacles wrapped itself around her throat, but she didn’t feel it constricting her at all. It was like it didn’t know what to do.

“Let them go, Peter. They’re just kids. Scared, little kids like Henry used to be.”

Steve was still shouting and struggling with Jonathan and Eddie, and in her peripheral, it seemed Eleven had joined the boys in holding back Dustin.

“I’ll stay.” She whispered loud enough for only Peter to hear. “We’re friends right? I’ll stay here, with you. But you have to let them go. Leave them alone, leave Hawkins alone.”

Peter blinked. “You wouldn’t leave your brother.”

He sounded like Peter, the dark, raspy voice of Vecna was gone. He sounded young again; he sounded whole.

“I’ll leave him to protect him. Peter, you live in this place free of people and the society you hated, and it’s still not enough. You never wanted to be alone.” The grip the tentacles had on her was loosening, and (Y/n) tried to stand. The tentacles melted away as Peter saw what she wanted to do. “I’ll stay here, with you. You won’t be alone… But you have to let them go.”

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“NO!” Dustin shoved forward and began pounding on the wall where to portal used to be. “No!”

His fingers tried digging into the wallpaper, into the wall. It had to be there; it couldn’t be gone. He could get back to her. They could save her.

The rest of the party watched in utter silence as Dustin scratched and clawed at the wall, trying to open the portal back to his sister.

No one tried to stop him, or intervene. They were all too stunned to speak, too stunned to move.

The only noise in the room was Dustin, screaming in despair at the wall, and Steve, quietly sobbing in the corner.

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Thanks for reading! If you like this, please go read my Eddie Munson fic. I'd really appreciate it! I think it's even better than this one, and it meant a lot to me writing it. I look forward to knowing what you think!

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henrywintersslut · 2 years

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you know you want me, baby

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

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

words: 4,1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

submission to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for later times of desperation, he told himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

his belt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you groaned frustratedly and snapped your eyes shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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001-simp · 2 years

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Peter Ballard | 001 smut + fluffy aftercare ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

"he loved fucking you up like this, making you melt underneath him"

Warnings+summary: Gender-neutral/non-gendered language, female anatomy, PinV, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, spitting, some pet names, begging, abrupt beginning, no real storyline just straight up fucking.

This is the first fanfiction I've written since middle school, don't judge me too harshly or I'll cry ❤️‍🩹

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Peter pulls your hair from behind, using his other hand to grab your hip tightly as he slams into you, bottoming out with nearly every thrust, causing you to whimper underneath him. You gasped as you felt an invisible force putting pressure on your sensitive clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles in your wetness.

His breathing hitched as you reached back, digging your nails into his thighs but it didn't slow him down. He'd never admit it out loud but he liked the pain you inflicted on him. He was ravenous, muttering strings of curse words under his breath as you tighten your grip on his thigh.

You felt him tighten his hand on your hip, yanking your hair back harder, speeding up his already wild thrusts. "God. feels so- fucking good." He stuttered out. "Where do you want me to cum, baby?"

"Cum inside me Peter, please" you whined loudly. this sent him over the edge, head tilted back, hips bucking into you in irregular thrusts, sending tingles through your body as he hit your most sensitive areas. You loosened your grasp, exhausted as he finished inside you.

He pulled his now sensitive cock out, gasping through gritted teeth. He relaxed his grip on your hair but did not let go completely. He guided you by your hair to flip over and spread your legs for him.

He quickly knelt in front of your core and began eating your pussy like he was starving. Swollen lips crashed into your skin as he sucked and licked circles around your clit, sending butterflies and tingles through your core. As you grew closer to your orgasm, your legs couldn't help but try to squeeze shut. You were already sensitive from him fucking you. Peter forced them down with his hands as he continued eating you. "please, please" you said, running your fingers through his soft blonde hair erratically. "Please what, hmm?" he groaned into you. You could practically feel him smirking.

"Please, can I cum?" you blurted without hesitation. Sticking 2 fingers inside you as he stopped licking just to say, "Yes, baby. Cum for me". He thrust his fingers into you just right, curling gently, continuing to lick you and still holding your leg down with his free hand. You exploded under his touch. Uncontrollable waves of pleasure overtook your body as you felt yourself clenching around his fingers. "Hmm, I love seeing you like this" he rasped against the sensitive skin of your pussy, leaving you with one last kiss on your now delicate clit.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, running them over your swollen clit one last time, causing you to whimper and shudder. He loved fucking you up like this, making you melt underneath him.

He crawled over you, grabbing your face by your cheeks. "Open your mouth for me," he said with his now coarse voice. You obeyed immediately, opening wide as he spat in your mouth. You could taste the both of you on your tongue. He chuckled gently, now moving to your neck, kissing you all over. He whispered in your ear with ragged breathing "you did so well, baby", running his hands through your hair for a moment, then leaving a kiss on your cheek

Peter always knew how to make you blush. You kissed him on his sweet, swollen lips with a shy smile, thanking him for taking such good care of you.

The way he praised and cared for you after pummeling your insides was always pure bliss. Peter went to fetch you some fresh cold water and a towel. He lit your favorite candle and asked if you'd like for him to run you a bath. Of course you said yes, so he happily prepared you a nice, warm bath and even carried you to the tub, peppering you with kisses the whole time.

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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Can. I please have Vecna smut?🙏🙏😩

The Clock Strikes Midnight

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

Word count: 1.08K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head and sighed shakily.

“What do you want, angel?”

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

“Good girl,” he crooned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Behind you, sweetheart."

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

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

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

“Are you a ghost then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nerdyandweird · 4 months

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Masterlist of Different Works

Coriolanus Snow (Hunger Games- TBOSAS)

Strained (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)- Arranged Marriage

Mr. President Part 1 (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

Mr. President Part 2 (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

Mr.President Part 3 (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

Tom Marvolo Riddle (Harry Potter)

*I often use Christian Coulsen/Tom Hughes in my imagination, but you could use whoever you think fits the character*

Infatuation (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Trapped (Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort x Reader)

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001/Vecna (Stranger Things)

Trade My Whole Life Just To Be (Peter Ballard x Reader)

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Run Away With Me: Peter Ballard

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 1041

request: YO, Can i request Peter Ballard x Fem! Reader? Where shes Dr. Brenners assistant or his daughter, or a nurse working with the children and Peter just grows affectionate towards her, and they maybe run away together? No vecna, Happy ending type of thing? Maybe Eleven as well, little messed up quirky makeshift family

Peter stopped momentarily from setting up El for her test when he saw you walk by the room happily talking to one of the children which brought a brief smile to his face until El snapped him out of his thoughts.

"You're staring again." El reminded him as he went back to what he was doing before he got distracted.

El was the only one out of all the children who knew about your and Peter's relationship only because you two were a little too careless one day and she figured it out but promised not to tell anyone, especially Dr. Breeners who thought relationships made you weak.

"Thanks, El. I'll be right outside until you finish, okay?" He asked her as she nodded lightly squeezing his fingers.

While waiting for El to finish, Peter saw you walking over to him which piqued his interest a bit as you two never fully had a conversation at work to avoid suspicion about your relationship.

"Mr. Ballard, do you mind signing off on these forms regarding number six improvements." You said handing him the clipboard.

He took the clipboard signed off on the first page and was going to sign off on the next page when he realized it was a note from you asking if he wanted to come to your room or his after work which made him smile a bit but he didn't show it.

"Here you go, if you should have any further questions or concerns regarding number six or any of the children, feel free to stop by my office." He said handing the clipboard back to you.

"Thank you, Mr. Ballard." You said giving him a small smile before heading on your way.

That night while waiting for you to come by, Peter sat there thinking about what life would be like for you two and possibly El if you two didn't have to hide in the shadows so much, and the three of you could possibly live a normal life.

"What's on your mind, my love?" You asked wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.

"Just thinking about what it would be like if three of us could leave this place and be a normal family. Have you ever thought about that?" He asked turning and looking at you.

"All the time since we started dating, and I may or may not have been doing research on how to get out of here." You said.

"Is that so?" He asked.

"Yeah because before we started dating, I was just going to run away with El but now you have to come with us." You said making him laugh.

"I'm so glad you decided to let me join. What if we try to leave by the end of the month? That would give us at least two weeks to get everything figured out." He asked you.

"Well I already have everything set up for once we're out of here, we just need to focus on getting out of here and getting El to come with which I don't think will take too much convincing." You said as you started getting settled to sleep.

"I love you sweetheart." He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you bubs." You said quietly drifting asleep.

The next two weeks practically flew by for you and Peter who had the escape fully ready to go for tonight after work once everyone was asleep. You both went about your day acting as normal as possible and you made sure you would be the one to see El last so you could talk to her.

"El there's something I want to talk to you about." You said taking a seat next to her bed.

"Is everything okay?" She asked you worried.

"Yes angel, I was wondering do you remember that silly game we invented about a year or two ago about escaping?" You asked her.

"Yes I do, you said that eventually, we would leave this place together. Why?" She asked you.

"Well, my dear with the help of Mr. Ballard, we are finally going to leave this place and the three of us can be a family and you can actually have somewhat of a childhood if you would still like to leave that is?" You asked her.

"Please." She asked sitting up and wrapping her arms around you.

"Okay, I'll be back for you in an hour after everyone is asleep, okay?" You said as she nodded her head.

An hour later you made your way towards El's room while Peter handled the security system, you opened her door and found her already awake and waiting for you. You two quietly left her room and made your way towards the exit where Peter would be meeting you and found him already there.

"You ready El?" He asked her after hugging you.

"Yes." She said as the three of you left the building and started walking through the field towards the car that your friend had left for you along with a change of clothes and all that.

You three finally reached the car and Peter thought it would be best if maybe he changed in the field that way El could have some privacy. A few minutes later he emerges from the field and climbs into the driver's side.

"What are we going to do with our clothes?" EL asked.

"We're going to burn them once we reach our new home. No one is going to hurt you now El." You said looking back at her as she reached up and hugged you.

"Thank you both for saving me." She said as you looked at Peter who was already smiling back at you.

Once she was seated and clipped in, Peter started driving towards your new home and kept one his hands locked with yours as he drove.

"I love you." He said bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing him.

"And I love you." You said placing a kiss on his cheek unaware that El was still awake in the back smiling at the reaction.

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dysfunctionalaliens · 2 years

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Staff Room Crushes -Peter Ballard

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female Reader

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

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

Word count: 1.9k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodbye (Y/N).”

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

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

Wait until Lisa hears about this.

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4rlbym · 2 years

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Currently thinking about needy peter,, he's an absolute mess for you, begging for you to let him fuck you, blabbering on about how he's been good for you and he wants to be inside you. The tears of desperation that flow from his eyes looking so pretty, so pretty that you simply can't keep him waiting. When he finally slips his length inside of you he's in heaven, he’s putting in so much self control but you’re warm and wet and he can feel his cock throbbing already. he fucks into you slowly to savor the moment repeating “i love you” over and over again, his face is twisted in absolute ecstasy, the little whimpers between his endless stream of praises are music to your ears. Peter looks absolutely breathtaking panting and moaning as he slowly rocks his hips into yours, he rushes his thumb to your clit still desperately trying to get you off even though this is his reward, when you clench around him he’s a goner, spilling in you way too soon for his liking. as he lays on top of you to recuperate, thanking you for giving such an amazing reward, you press a kiss to his forehead and one to his lips, he looks so good right now, and it’s all for you. peter is yours and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#peter ballard fanfic #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard smut #peter ballard imagine #peter ballard drabble #peter ballard smut headcanon #peter ballard #henry creel #henry creel x reader #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #stranger things season 4 #stranger things drabble #Spotify

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shrxmps · 2 years

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♡ + peter ballard + subject!crybaby!reader first time + praise kink + black hair?

to be specific, reader is a subject that just cried over the stupidest reasons and obviously shes aged up !!

note: as anon said READER IS AGED UP! no pedophilia here >:( hope this is what you meant!! AND ALSO I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU MEANT BY SUBJECT LMFAOSJ. not my favorite fanfic that i wrote

warnings: first time for y/n, praise kink, risky sex, dacryphilia (tears make him horny IM SORRY.)

ko-fi | ao3

"Why are you crying, Y/N?" Peter said softly, sitting down on the cold floor next to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

"I..." you began, sniffing and throwing your hands in the air. "I couldn't move all the blocks they gave me today! I'm a failure!"

"How many did you move?" he said, petting your black hair, which he admired more than ever.

"5.." you stuttered, resting your head on his chest as you tried to calm down, tears sliding down your cheeks.

"Out of...?"

"6!" you crumpled his shirt as your voice broke even more.

"You did amazing, don't worry," he kissed the top of your head lightly.

He turned your head slowly in his direction, wiping your tears off gently with his thumb, then putting it on your lips.

"You're so pretty even when you cry, Y/N," he breathed out, fixating his gaze on your lips. You played with the back of his hair as he leaned in towards you, finally reuniting both of you with a kiss. His hands held you as close as possible to his body, resting your hands on his chest.

You parted your lips slightly, letting his tongue enter your mouth as you moaned softly. His hands traveled all the way down to your ass, squeezing it hard which emitted a yelp from you.

"Peter--" you whispered, moving his hands away. "We're in a hallway."

"So?" he murmured, lips one inch away from yours. "Cameras aren't working, and everyone went to sleep."

You pulled him away as he leaned in again for a kiss, backing away but looking at you with raised brows and parted lips.

"I've never... you know..." you said, feeling heat raise up to your cheeks, looking down at your legs to avoid looking at Peter.

"Not even... fingered yourself?" he asked with a hungry look in his eyes, raising your head with his left hand.

"Well... that, yes...."

Peter felt his cock throbbing at the thought of you fingering yourself, calling out his name between pants. His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking on it softly as his hands fondled your breasts. You started grinding down on his clothed dick, low moans leaving your lips.

"Can I take these off?" he asked you, toying with the waistband of your pants.

You nodded, standing up to give him more access. He slowly took off your pants, staring at the lower half of your body, and especially at your panties. A damp spot could be seen forming on them, and you felt your legs going wobbly as Peter started kissing up your thighs until he reached your entrance, planting soft kisses on top of your panties as he looked up at you.

"I think I'm ready," you breathed out as you ruffled his hair. He pulled away and took off his pants and boxers, finally revealing his thick cock that you had dreamed about for a lot of time.

"Lay down on the floor," he whispered, helping you position yourself. You lay on your back with your legs raised slightly as you helped Peter take off your panties. At the sight of your wet cunt, he wasted no time positioning his cock at your entrance, pushing his head inside. You loudly moaned at the foreign sensation, muffling the sounds with your hand. It felt 100 times better than your fingers.

"Is it ok?" he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Yeah," you responded.

"I'm going to push myself deeper, ok sweetheart?"

He penetrated your walls as deep as he could, feeling yourself clenching around his perfect length. He started moving at a fast pace, throwing your legs on his shoulders so he could reach your spots. Skin slapping sounds, along with curses Peter was murmuring under his breath, and your quiet moans echoed into the hallway. It would be a miracle if both of you managed to even cum without being interrupted.

"You're doing so good, just a little bit more, okay?" he said, leaning over to kiss you. His hips started gradually moving slower until he came all over your walls with one final push, feeling his member throbbing inside you. As he moaned an assortment of curses and attempts to say your name, the sensation pushed you over the edge and the knot in your stomach untied, releasing yourself while his cock was still inside you.

You shared one last long kiss as both of you rode your high, teeth crashing into each other and lips going sore. He slowly pulled himself out of you, pushing his cum back inside you with his fingers.

"You did so well in making me cum," he smiled, helping you put on your panties and pants. "Did you feel good?"

"I felt amazing, maybe we should do this more often," you flushed when you realized you had said that out loud, which made Peter chuckle under his breath.

"Let's go to the bathroom, I'll clean you myself."

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periprose · 2 years

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okay the Duffer Brothers knew what they were doing when they let 001 bite down on his belt while El was taking out the tracker-

#no comment #001 stranger things #001 #peter ballard #henry creel #stranger things #vecna #st vecna #one stranger things #vecna stranger things #001 x reader #001 x you #henry creel x reader #peter ballard x reader #vecna x reader #peter ballard fanfic #stranger things x reader

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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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