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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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

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

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

pairing: peter ballard x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, slight torture?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Eddie Munson ~ Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Angst = ❤︎

Fluff = ✿

Smut = ⚠︎ (minors DNI please)

Dark Themes = ☾

Personal Fave = ☆

Oneshots

The Stars at Lover’s Lake ✿⚠︎

For Later… ✿⚠︎

Concentrate ⚠︎

Payback ⚠︎

Rock the Night ⚠︎☆ (Steve x F!Reader x Eddie)

Save a Prayer ❤︎✿⚠︎☆

Younger ✿☆

Desperate ⚠︎☆

I’ll Make It Up To You ❤︎✿⚠︎☆ Part Two ❤︎✿⚠︎☆

Sick Bastard ⚠︎☾

Time After Time ❤︎✿⚠︎☆

Impatient ⚠︎ (mechanic!Eddie au)

Good Boy ✿⚠︎

Moth to a Flame ❤︎⚠︎︎ (Eddie x F!Reader x Steve) (coming soon)

Drabbles

Cool Guy Persona ❤︎✿

Who You Gonna Call? ❤︎✿

Running Down That Hill ❤︎✿

Tongue Twister ⚠︎

Campaign Planning ⚠︎

Cockbulge / Size Kink ⚠︎ (Kinktober 2022)

Headcanons

Dating Eddie Headcanons ❤︎✿⚠︎

Reacting to You Being on Your Period ✿

Watching a Scary Movie Together ✿

Being With an Inexperienced Reader ✿⚠︎

Having a Clingy Significant Other ✿

Having a Socially Anxious Partner ✿

Fucking You in a Sundress ⚠︎

A Few Thoughts on Vampire!Eddie ⚠︎☾

Sex Whilst You’re On Your Period ✿⚠︎

NSFW Alphabet ⚠︎

Modern!Eddie Playlist (spotify)

Audio Masterlist (18+ only)

Audio Masterlist 2 (18+ only)

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justfandomwritings · 2 years

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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.

Masterlist. Ko-Fi.

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.”

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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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mya-cookie-eater · 1 month

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Imagine…

You’re your comfort characters comfort character

C/c=comfort character

Warning ⚠️:kinda sad at the end but at first kinda cute I also didn’t reread this so it might be rushed and not make sense mb plus it’s short

A/n: send request for stories like these I like writing them.🙃 pick a specific character tho and I’ll tell you if I can do them or not (please send requests)

After a long day of school/work they come home and lay in bed they grab their pillow and began to speak. “hey y/n I had a good day today I almost got into a fight but I didn’t because I thought of you and how you wouldn’t want me to do that how you would want me to be the bigger person so I talked to them about it and I know you fight sometimes but you wouldn’t want me to risk everything by fighting so yeah how was your day??” In their mind the pillow came to life forming your face and body into it. “I had a good day just chilled on your bed you know” you looked into the eyes of C/C and grabbed the side of their face. “I’m proud of you I’m so proud of you” you hugged them and then you laid on their chest they hugged back and you started to cuddle they you felt something hot and wet they were crying. “what’s wrong??” You asked and put their face into your hands. “I love you but your not real” their world of happiness collapsing with those words. Your.Not.Real you made them happy you made them better but you weren’t real.

A/n:Hey I wrote this because I seen dd Osama confront n3on and I was proud of him and I thought of what it would be like if I had his comfort character or if I was any of my other comfort characters comfort character I seen a story similar that’s what this was based on so if you find that send me a link bc I really want to read it again they wrote it better than me

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iloveudilfs · 2 years

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Simply in love with him

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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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#i'm so in love with this man #down horrendous #peter ballard #001 #henry creel #vecna smut #001 smut #peter ballard smut #001 fluff #peter ballard fluff #peter ballard x reader #001 x reader #stranger things smut #jamie campbell bower smut #henry creel smut #henry creel fluff #im a simp #peter ballard fanfic #peter ballard imagine

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honeybadgerwritings · 2 years

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Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head

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

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

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

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

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

Prompts:

8. “Suck on my fingers baby.”

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

29. “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

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

⚠️ This fic is 18+ so minors DNI ⚠️

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You aren’t supposed to be here.

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

Because your boss physically will not let you leave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, wait.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except he does.

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

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

Goddammit.

“Stop it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter…”

You fucking whimper it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus fucking Christ.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good fucking girl.”

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

“O-oh Peter…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter

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

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

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

You’re far gone – so far gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh- oh fuck I-I’m gonna cum…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Requested by: @hbaramas

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pumpkin-sage · 2 years

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Netflix is just as obsessed as the rest of us, and I'm LIVING for it 💀💅

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𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡

Joseph Quinn x Fem! reader PT.1

✧ Synopsis;; Joseph Quinn was filthy rich, for he was royalty. Handsome, charming and a gentleman, a dream dressed in pure silk for any kind of woman. But not you.

✧ y/n is a mere slave of a nobel family who just turned 18. On the night of the prince’s royal ball she is dragged against her will to this dance just to be used as a coat rack for the purses and coats of the family ladies, who, of course, treat her like absolute sh’t, to the point where they could agreed to hand her over for a generous amount of gold.

“Just name your price, sweetheart.”

“Screw you, my prince.”

Just how lucky you were for had caught the

prince’ s attention!

< enemies to lovers 3

17th century royalty!

ATTENTION!! this is not Arthur Havisham, i only used the photo cause it resembles the appearance i want to give Joseph in this story. I would never use Arthur since he’s not attracted to females!!!

A/N;; i’m sorry if this is sloppy and like…, BAD, english is not my mother language and it’s my first joseph x reader story. either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated!!!

CW;; this series might include 18+ content (details will be given at the start of each new part uploaded) MINORS DNI AND SKIP!!!

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

WARNINGS PART ONE: mention of blood, abuse, cursing and slave trafficking.

WORD COUNT;; 2k!

(A/N pt.2; it is much enjoyable(??) if you read it with a british accent since this fic takes placed in the U/K)

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`·. lastly; enjoy! <3

Her faced seemed to tell everything: she hated it.

She hated everything. From the music, to the little stupid shoes that clacked against the floor. The floral scent, the wine, the giggles… She hated the ton*. Every single one of them,

Everything. It was a goddamn nightmare.

“y/n! You are letting my coat slip! Do i have to tell you how much it costs?! If you dare let it touch the floor I’ll take the money out of your poor allowance to pay for a new one!” one of the misses glared at you, hitting you in the face with her closed paper fan, its gemstones leaving marks on you cheek.

“We might as well do it anyways, since her filthy hands have touched them already!” her sister laughed, grabbing your face in between her gloved fingers and digging her nails in your skin. “Don’t you think so, y/n? What? Cat got you tongue?” they giggled.

“Children, children!” the woman of the house hushed them with a sweet smile. “You shall never touch her!” she said, taking of the gloves out of her daughters hands to give her a new pair, with a sweet smile telling one of the servants of the castle to burn them. “God knows what she might infect us with!” she laughed, her offsprings following her.

God, you hated her. Her and her stupid daughters. With their stupid dresses and stupid painted faces.

You glared at them, your grip tightening around their belongings, holding your stare and your head up even when the woman stared back at you, her face scrunching in disgust and anger.

“Who do you think you are staring at?!?!” she suddenly yelled, catching the attention of those who enjoyed drinks and company around her, not waiting a mere second to rise her hand and slap you to ‘show you your place’. You took the hits, the metallic flavor of blood filling your mouth due to the continues smacks and hits with the back of her fan. “You filthy ungrateful bitch, you dare stare at us? Who give you food and a bed?! I should’ve let you died out in the cold, in the dirt, where you belong to!” you gritted your teeth, your eyes down to the floor as your free hand made its way to your bottom lip, where you felt the skin split, the crimson of fresh blood tinting your frail skin.

“Fucking fussock*.” you cursed her under your breath, loud enough for her to perfectly hear you.

“What did you say?!” her free hand gripped your long and matted locks, making you look staring into her enraged eyes, her other hand rising up to hit you once again.

Your eyes closed as you expected a new slap, which surprisingly enough never came. The sound of multiple gasps filled your ears and when you opened up your eyes once again, your stomach sank at the sight of…

“Your highness!” everyone suddenly diverted their eyes to the floor, including you, your mistress and her daughters bowed in his presence, the wrist of the first of them all gracefully and softly held by the prince’s, who let her go with a kind smile.

“Is everything alright?” his voice tested the waters, his tone low and soft as the silk he dressed in, his hands jeweled in silver rings joining and intertwining in an elegance you never had witnessed.

“Yes, your highness.” the woman stuttered, showing a nervous smile. “Our slave just seemed to…, misbehave, your highness.” your eyes travelled trough his tall and magnificent demeanor. His crimson blood suit matched perfectly with the snow of his skin and his brown and perfectly combed curls.

Your eyes quickly darted always as he had caught you staring once he had turned to you. He fought the lopsided smirk that urged to grow in his lips, stepping closer to where you stood.

He took a glance at the ragged clothes that hid your bruised and malnourished body, probably due to the family’s treatment under your care, your matted hair, cut up hands…

His warm touch spread on your skin as he took your chin in between his thumb and index finger, softly trying to rise your head up, but you denied him, in a harsh turn of head freeing yourself from his touch before giving him a glare.

A new wave of gasps filed the air as you stared right into his eyes, him holding your glare.

You didn’t care if he was a noble or pure royalty. Those ‘pure blood’ were all the goddamn same. With their leather shoes and gold jewelry, fancy words and silk dresses and suits. Their appearance was only a pretty facade that hid the ugliness of their insides.

You hated all of them. Might as well just get your head off as soon as possible.

“You slave! How is it ye dare to stare at the prince, soon king?!” a blonde and tall man talked, you recognized him as the pince’s right hand, but only with a wave of this hand, he stood silent beside the prince.

“Huh…” the smile he had been trying to fight off finally took place on his gracefully sculpted face and full rosy lips. “Interesting.” once again he took a soft grasp to your face, this time not letting you go even if you fought him off. His eyes took everything your face offered him, from your perfect nose to you long eyelashes and your beautiful fierce eyes, which stared at him with pure hatred and anger. “How much?” he suddenly asked, still not drifting his eyes away from you.

The woman stood frozen in place, just like her daughters.

“What does your highness mean with…-”

“How much would you want for her?” he cut her off, the deadly silent that fell on the salon almost giving you chills.

What was he saying?

“Your highness, I can’t…” she was short of breath and words. “I surely doubt thee would want her under your care, she…”

“I don’t care about any of it. Name a price.” everyone was shocked by the situation. Buying and selling slaves was something quite common, that’s how your current ‘family’ have got you, but this…

The prince? Has he gone nuts?

“Your highness, I don’t think…” the prince’s counselor stepped in, shutting up once again as soon as he gave him a glance.

“50 gold coins.” the woman suddenly blurted out, everyone’s jaws dropping at the audacity of the woman and such large figure.

“Mother!” her offsprings whispered-yelled. Not believing her words.

50 gold coins?!

You scoffed, smirking at such nonsense, not noticing the staring of the prince due to your reaction.

She wished you were worth that much. He would never…

“Make it 150.” he closed the deal.

“Your highness!” the counselor exclaimed, completely alarmed.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Ballard.” he hushed the blonde.

You watched as the woman who once abused you and starved you for days fainted due to the prince’s words and his daughters kneeling down to help her followed by some of the nearby guests, fanning her pale sleeping face.

You too felt like fainting.

“Hey, eyes on me, sweetheart.” the prince caught your attention once again, when your eyes met a smile growing on his lips. “All you need to do from now on keep your eyes on me.”

“Get off of me!” you screamed at the servants that tried and strip you out of your clothes, pushing their hands away. “I said stop!”

“Miss, they’re orders from your highness.” one of them spoke, his blue eyes soft on you. “He wanted us to help you bathe and and get rid of your dirty clothes.” she explained.

“I don’t care about what he said.” you scoffed. “If he wanted me undressed so fast why isn’t he the one taking my clothes off?” they all gasped at your words and no respect to the prince.

You didn’t care though, they were all the same anyways. Always reaks* that just wanted to have women swoon at their feet. Maybe that’s why he had bought you, just to use you when his cock got cold.

Suddenly, the door on your back opened, the heads of the servants quickly lowering as your eyes met the prince’s.

“Oh, fantastic…” you muttered. Just what you needed at the moment.

“You heard her, ladies. You are all dismissed.” he smiled at every and each one of them, bowing and moving aside with a swing of his arm on the door to let them out, all of them bowing and giggling.

And weren’t you just right?

“Great. And what do I have the honor of your highness’ presence for?” you sarcastically inquired him once he had closed the door behind his back, noticing…, ‘Ballard’ outside. “Got too excited due your new acquisition to just wait?” you mocked him.

“I heard you were putting up a fight.” he smiled, ignoring your words whilst looking at you up and down. “Is there something not to your liking, perhaps?”

“‘Not to my liking’?” you scoffed. “I can’t believe thee.” you shook your head, grasping at your locks as you stared at him in disbelief. “How about this whole goddamn situation? I mean, look at this!” you pointed out everything that surrounded you, the whole bathroom with a gigantic bathtub of quartz, marble floors and pillars… “A few hours ago I was being used as a coat hanger in your ball and now I’m in a bathroom with the prince, who, surprisingly enough, bought me for 150 golden coins god knows why?!” you exclaimed.

He stared at you with a funny look in his eyes. His back against the door as his eyebrows raised at you.

“What.” you spit out, a glare in your eyes.

“Nothing, is just that…” he stepped closer to you, his arms crossed over his chest. “You don’t seem to…, respect me.” he frowned, his voice low. “Not like all of them.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, your highness, for not being another dog licking your leather boots.” you bowed, more of his steps growing closer to you until his thumb took your chin, rising your head up so you could meet his eyes, his face stood serious for a couple of seconds, before a downside smirk grew on his factions. “Why haven’t you cut my head off yet?” you inquired him, not really understanding his behavior. By the way you treated him, any other prince would have already gotten you to the guillotine.

“Why shall I?” he answered with another question, his thumb caressing the wound on your bottom lip, the still fresh blood that stood on it staining his thumb as you hissed in pain, getting away.

You stared at him in confusion.

Yeah. He was absolutely nuts.

“The water will go cold if you don’t get in soon.” he said, drifting off the matter while whipping off your blood from his thumb with his handkerchief. “Are you sure you don’t want to get off those ragged clothes?”

“This is the only dress I’ve had, sir.” you said, his eyes meeting yours.

“What’s your favorite color?” you frowned at his sudden question, which made absolutely no sense. He made no sense. “Crimson, like the purest blood? The forest’s green? The ocean’s blue, perhaps?”

“I’ve never seen the forest nor the ocean, sir. I’ve never left the capital. Though I find the sky’s blue on spring pretty wonderful, not sure it does justice to the ocean’s.”

“It doesn’t.” he said, sitting in the edge of the bathtub, his fingers taunting the warm water. “The ocean is cold, and fierce…, untamable. But it can also be warm, and calm, and soft.” he tried to explain, and from your point of view it didn’t make sense.

It didn’t make sense but you found it…

“It must be beautiful.” you said, him flashing you a soft smile before nodding.

“It is.” he got up clapping his hands together before looking back at you. “Well then, you should really hurry up, the water is perfect.”

“I already told thee, this dress is the only-“

“You won’t need it anymore.” he cut you off.

“And why is that?” you inquired, his steps growing closer to you.

“Because from now on…” he said, catching one of your locks in between his fingers. “You belong in this castle.”

To be continued…

*fussock; a lazy fat woman…, a frowzy old woman.

*the ton; the ton actually refers to English high society during the Regency era, and encompasses every aristocrat from the royals to the gentry.

*rake; ‘rake’ is used to describe an immoral, hedonistic young man circulating in high society.

#joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #19th century #royalty #female reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things fix it fic #joseph quinn fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #peter ballard #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #joseph quinn fic

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Love, Papa Masterlist

Virgin!Henry Creel/One/Peter Ballard x Reader

Melanie Martinez Song Series

Summary: You are snatched away from your mundane life and brought to a secluded location in the woods where you are forced to play house with a man who calls himself “Papa” and his two “children”One and Eleven. Now you’ll do everything you can to escape this nightmare…and fast. (Also please bare with me as I am finishing up a couple series before this one)

Series Warnings/TW/Tags: violence, smut, graphic language, blood, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, mentions of child abuse, discussing the infantilization of adults, topics regarding the dark sides of sex worker, mentions of murders and death, eventual fluff, found family, loss of virginity, dom/sub dynamics, attempts of escaping captor, thriller and psychological horror, eventual plot twist, enemies to lovers

CH.1: One Happy Family

CH. 2: Dumb Bunny

#peter ballard x reader smut #peter ballard x you #peter ballard x reader fluff #smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction series #jaime campbell bower smut #SoundCloud

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

How Peter Ballard Shows His Love

headcanons

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

pairing: peter ballard x reader

warnings: none :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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The Secret (Henry/Peter/001 x reader)

(Au: You and Peter had a secret relationship in the lab and after a night of roughness. You soon find out your pregnant and with a help one of the other nurses you get free from the lab. Only for a few months later for Peter to find you...)

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001 x Reader

(Warning: Pregnancy, getting sick, a lil spicy and a lil dark, Fluff, angst)

"Y/n? Are you feeling alright?" Katherine one of the nurses and a good friend you worked along with asked.

"I-I'm not sure.." you replied

"Why don't you come out, when your done and I will take you home." She said.

Once, it was time to leave you were in the car with Katherine sting to your house.

"How long as this been going on." Katherine asked.

"A few weeks, I originally thought it was a stomach bug or something b-but now I don't know what it is."

"How about I do a pregnancy test because, y/n getting sick could be 'morning' sickness for the reason that it can hit you at any moment of the day and I say this with all do respect it is just from what I know about pregnancy your stomach being a little more bloated than before." She explained.

"I was afraid of that.. if I am actually pregnant what am I going to do? Brenn-"

"I will deal with Brenner, we will figure it out after I run the test tomorrow. Then we will figure it out okay?" I sighed and nodded. Turning to look out the window.

Well, tomorrow came sooner then expected. You had just taken the sample for Katherine to test it as of now you were waiting for the results. About an hour later Katherine came in.

"Well.. congratulations Y/n you are pregnant." She said, as you started to tear up.

"What am i going to do?" You broke down sobbing "I can't go back Br-brenner will kill me, he will kill Henry as well omg what how am I going to do th-" "y/n look I will deal with Brenner. You won't be going back to the lab and my mother works in a secrade hospital not far from Hawkins. I will take you there for your appointments and when you give birth. And wait did you say it was Henry's child?" She said/asked. You nodded sobbing even more as she hugged you comforting you.

"It will be okay, I promise.. I just didn't know you two were that close. I mean I knew something was going on but-" "it started not long after I started working at the lab, from what went from little chats, to secret kisses, led to more so much more.. I fell for him.." I said answering all her questions. She nodded and made me look at her.

"We are going to do this. I promise everything will be alright. You just have to trust me. And not get so worried and stress and I know it's hard do to the circumstances but it's not good for you or the baby." You nodded as she pulled you into a hug.

That's when you knew you felt protected and finally had a true best friend for life.

(And she was your best friend for life as well as the godmother/aunt of your child!)

(1 year later)

Katherine was right everything was alright. You as well as Katherine ended up quitting the lab it turned out Brenner was going to fire you anyways and Katherine used a 'excuse' saying she had family emergency that she had to leave. Over the course of your pregnancy, Katherine took you to your appointments as promised. She even did a little baby shower for you revealing you were having a girl! You also made her cry surprising her with being the godmother. And October. 25, 1978 Hayley Grace L/n was born and you couldn’t be more happier. Though you did wish Henry was there with you through the whole pregnancy..

Now, Y/n was currently in the living room resting while, she was reading a new book

While, her 3 month old daughter Hayley was sound a sleep in crib. It was hard and it did make fear a very common feeling knowing Dr. Brenner was still out their. Though Katherine has confirmed multiple times that he has forgotten about you. You still had fear, fear that he would find out about yours and Henry's child, and take her away while harming or worse killing you along the side. Fear that Henry is going to come.

You did fall for Henry and loved him but, he was very possessive, harsh at times... back in the lab, you couldn't have a conversation with any of the other staff more so the male staff or there would be consequences, jealousy, possessiveness, lying, manipulation, controlling, Brenner always having an eye on him... there was always something about him you always were wary about but, you still fell for him.. hard.. no matter all of the clear warning signs..

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard crying from Hayley's room. You quickly got up and went to check on her. Turning the knob going over to her crib, only for a hand to grab your wrists and the other over your mouth. The persons lips kissed from your shoulder blade, to your neck, up to your ear.

"I promised, I would always find you..." you gasped hearing the voice of the man you thought and slightly hoped to never hear again.

You slowly turned around with your hands still gripped to the crib. Meeting his perfect blue eyes in the pitch black room.

"Have to admit you have quite the life.. but I never expected you to break my rules... darling.." Henry said looking at the crib. Your eyes widened at that action as well as shocked that he did not know she was his daughter.

"H-Henry please can we talk outside.. p-please.." You asked in a shaky voice. He looked at you for a moment before leaning in to your ear.

"God, I missed hearing you beg.." he whispered seductively making you shudder. "But lead the way darling."

You both walked out of the room and into your room only for him to slam you into the wall with his hand around your neck.

"So who's is it? You know what I can do darling.. your mine! No gets to have you except me."

"So does that mean you would kill your self?" You asked, looked at you confused before slow loosening his grip so you could continue.

"Do you remember before, I left how I wasn't feeling well?" He nodded. "Well, it wasn't a stomach bug like we had thought. The one afternoon not long before we got off, Katherine who I worked with in the infirmary room has found me in the ladies room. That night when we got off, she drove me home. The following day she ran a pregnancy test on me.. it came back positive." He looked at you in disbelief.

"The child is mine?" He asked.

"Who else's would it be?" I asked.

"And I left because I was afraid. Afraid how you would take it.. but more importantly I was afra-terrified of what Brenner would do to us and our baby, I didn't want to stay there and have our child be taken away, tested on, both Of us murdered."

Before you could continue his lips smashed onto yours harshly and passionately. You pushed him away, only to bring him back into the kiss. He picked you up as you wrapped your legs around him as he walk you both over to your now soon to be shared bed as he laid you down climbing on top of you.

That night you both reconnected in a way that no words could bring into perspective. Close to each other once more.

The next morning, you woke up in strong arms wrapped around you as well as some one kissing your shoulder. You turned over to see him. Though the moment did not last long when you heard crying. You got up and put on your under garments as well as your robe.

"Why don't he get dressed and meet your daughter." You said looking back at Henry with a smile before leaving.

You heard the door creak open more and turned around while holding Hayley to see Henry. He slowly walked up to you looking at you then to the little girl in your arms.

"Hold out your arms." You said seeing him hesitate for a moment before doing so.

You placed Hayley in his arms seeing as he tensed as you did. Only to see him relax and you knew that it was official he knew she was his. Knowing of his powers once he's close to them.

"Her name is Hayley Grace L/n.. I didn't really know what to put for her last name so I took the safer route or the safest one and put mine." You spoke while admiring there interaction.

You saw Hayley's little arm stretch outward grabbing onto his finger with her blue eyes looking up at him while he did the same.

You see her yawn he gave you Hayley back as you started to rock her to sleep. As he came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist watching the two of you as your daughter fell back to sleep.

And, for once, Henry Creel felt like he had everything he wanted.. forgetting about his original plans.. he finally had a family who wanted him for him. Not caring about his powers, no judgment.. just love. He finally saw the good in the cruel world for once and nothing will come in between that or his family..

Word count: 1636

(A/n : I FRICKKEN LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT! IT US SO CUTE I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT!!)

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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i literally cannot stop thinking of 001 x reader where the reader secretly gives the kids small things from the outside (like flowers or art supplies) and each time she gets punished for it but one day she gives 001 a bracelet

also i am sososo sorry if im giving too many requests, plz take care <3

I’ll Bring You The Sun As Daisies

Peter Ballard (001) x Orderly! Reader | FLUFF and a small bit of ANGST if you look closely

CW: all my works may or may not contain spoilers for S4 so proceed with caution!

Hawkin’s Laboratory was heavily guarded. As in, full grade military, body search, change your clothes before going in kind of heavily guarded.

But somehow you still managed to sneak small little pressed wildflowers in with you, whether it be in your notebook or in your small sanitary bag. If the soldiers standing at their posts noticed or were ordered to stop you, they didn’t say a thing.

In many ways, you were the brightest thing in this facility. Besides the warmth and kindness Peter was known for when handling the children in their lessons, your smile brightened any room you entered.

“Hey,” you greeted 011 softly as you stood in the doorway of her small room.

She looked up at you with wide eyes, wary as you took out your notebook and held out a pressed, yellow daisy to her.

“I found this in the forest today,” you started, sitting on the edge of her bed, the flower resting in the palm of your hand. “I went for a run and I found a whole patch of them right next to where we are now.”

011 softly and hesitantly reached for the dried flower, her fingers daintily plucking it up to hold in her own palm.

“When summer comes, it gets really hot outside. And flowers like these grow everywhere,” you continued explaining. “And this is a daisy. They’re usually white, but I found a yellow one for you. I know how much you like yellow.”

Later on in the day, Peter smiled when he spotted a few of the children with small daisies in their shirt pockets when they came into the Rainbow Room to practice. He knew you were behind this. And so did everyone else. The soldiers didn’t mind and not many of the other orderlies did either. The only one who truly seemed to care was Doctor Brenner himself.

“Don’t you think Brenner will get tired of your antics soon?” was Peter’s way of greeting you when you sat down next to 002, watching him by the pin board, controlling where the red pucks clack clack clacked their way down the pins.

You cast a glare his way and shook your head. “I think they quite like my little gifts, Ballard. And if I’m not mistaken, you’ve done the same on many occasions.”

“On a second name basis, are we?’ he teased you, a cocky grin on his face as he leaned in and whispered in your ear, “At least I haven’t been caught yet, whereas I know you have.”

You huffed and took a step away from him, glaring straight through those blue eyes and into his soul before saying, “You are the favourite. And Brenner has a soft spot for you. You know he takes it out on me.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, his grin dimming a little. You knew it was a low blow. He’d been here longer than you and you had no inkling as to what he had been through here prior to your employment.

“You’re just jealous that they like my presents a bit more,” you jabbed at him playfully, your heart sighing in relief when that smile of his crinkled the corners of his eyes again.

“Well, there’s no arguing that. I could be only a little bit jealous of how much they adore being around you.”

A few days later you came into work with more flowers in your journal. You’d made sure to bring string with you as well, so that when you went to 011’s room again, the two of you sat for a good ten minutes making a daisy chain.

Peter found himself a few hours later with a small little bracelet, delicate and temporary, tied to his wrist. 011 had ran up to him, you trailing close behind, as she wordlessly gave the chain to him.

He never took it off for the whole day.

The next day, when the flowers were already dry and the petals were breaking off, only then, did you see him finally take it off.

From then on, you came in with one little extra chain in your pocket. Just for him.

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iloveudilfs · 2 years

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He looks so precious I can’t ♥️

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honeybadgerwritings · 2 years

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The Upside

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Female!Reader

Requested: “36,12,20 from the smut prompt list with Peter Ballard?”

Prompt: “Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

“I’m afraid I can no longer keep this professional.”

Warnings: Slight Gore/Violence, Mentions of Blood, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, PinV <3

Summary: Peter just wants to take care of you. Is that too much to ask?

Contains 18+ content so while I’m not your parent, Minors DNI

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The longer you’ve worked here, the more downsides you’ve realized there are to being a nurse at Hawkins Lab.

For example: Your uniform is plain, tight, and itchy, everything inside is a boring and barren white, the fluorescent lights constantly give you headaches, the food that’s served tastes awful, and worst of all, some of the kids there are spoiled rotten and see no issue in taking their anger out on the staff.

It’s not like you could report the incidents to anyone either. This is a top secret facility, it doesn’t exactly have an HR department. So you had to make due with with you had been given.

Sometimes when you remember of how utterly awful this job is, you’ll try to come up with some of the perks, like the pay and..... well it’s really just the pay.

You lean forward in your office chair and rest your face in your hands, depressed that there’s only one singular upside to this cursed job, and it happens to be the only thing keeping you here.

“I guess someone’s having a rough day hm?”

Scratch that. Two upsides.

You peek up at the doorway through your fingers to see your favorite coworker and newfound best friend, Peter.

When you had first started working here, he was the one to show you around and explain how everything worked. The two of you clicked instantly, spending lunch breaks and changes between shifts together constantly.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like him more than a friend, though. Not only is he incredibly sweet, patient, and understanding, he’s beautiful too. Almost as if he was sculpted by Aphrodite herself.

And don’t even get you started on his hands.

You shake your head, immediately disposing of your thoughts before focusing back on Peter. He’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a familiar look in his eyes. You groan and glare at him, “Don’t look at me like that.”

He quirks an eyebrow, and you turn your chair to face him, a pout resting on your lips. He chuckles at you, “Like what?”

“Like you need something from me.”

It’s his turn to pout now, “You don’t even know what I was gonna ask.” His arms uncross and he slowly makes his way towards you.

“And I really don’t want to-” You start to turn your chair back, but he catches it, cutting off your words and spinning you back to face him.

He’s leaning over you now, hands resting on both arms of the chair, keeping you in place. Your breath catches in your throat and you nervously look up at him. He’s staring you down with an amused smirk dancing across his lips.

“Now, can I finish what I was saying?” He asks, eyes intensely staring into yours. A shaky breath leaves your lips and you nod, never having been this close to him before. His eyebrows furrow at your response, “What do I always tell you hm? Use your words.”

You huff out an annoyed breath in response, rolling your eyes. He did in fact always tell you to use your words. It helped you come out of your shell to him when you first started working here. You had been a very anxious little thing at the time, and sometimes you still were. But ever since Peter realized that was helpful to you, he hasn’t stopped saying it.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he playfully grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “Use your words.”

Your cheeks immediately grow an embarrassing shade of red as you look him in the eye, squeaking out a quiet, “Yes Peter.”

You practically feel the energy in the room shifting, and after one look at Peter, you can tell that he does too. The way his body goes rigid and his breath grows shallow. And that look in his eyes makes you want to melt where you sit.

He stands up, awkwardly stepping away to clear his throat, “Thank you…uhh,” he rubs the back of his neck, attempting to figure out what to say next. “So, you know how there has to be two staff members watching the kids at all times?”

You nod.

“Well Lee had a family emergency...” He trailed off, watching your expression closely.

“And you want me to take his place.” You finish his sentence for him, rubbing your forehead tiredly. He nods and gives you a hopeful smile. “You know that I’m a nurse right? I have to be here.”

He scoffs at that, “Peggy is here too you know.” He nods his head across the hall, gesturing to the other nurse on duty.

“Well maybe you should ask her to help you then.” You retort, turning back to the papers on your desk as you hear him sigh.

“Oh come on. Eleven’s been asking about you.” He begs and you sigh yet again, contemplating your choices. You could either sit here, bored for 5 more hours with more than likely no patients, or you could go with Peter and do something other than stare at a wall.

You stand up and face him, giving him a tired look, “Fine, lead the way.”

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You’d only ever been in the rainbow room twice. Once when Seven had felt ill and collapsed, and again when Two had attacked another child, resulting in him being restrained and sedated. Neither experience had been especially pleasant for you.

Hopefully third times a charm.

You and Peter had been standing outside the doors for the last two minutes, waiting for the shift change. Once two orderlies exited the room, they gave you both a nod, signaling for you to enter. Peter had instructed you on what to do.

Stand at your post, don’t let any kids leave the room, you may interact with them if you please, and any bullying or harassment between the children must be put to a stop immediately. And you only had to do it for two hours. It seemed easy enough.

It was boring at first. You’d been standing there for almost two hours watching the kids run around and solve puzzles with their minds. Eventually though, about five minutes until shift change, Eleven wandered up to you and handed you a piece of paper.

It was a drawing of you and her holding hands.

You smiled as your eyes gazed over the drawing. Eleven had always been your favorite; she was such a sweet girl, and never caused any problems.

“Well aren’t you just the little artist?” You smile at her, squatting down to her level, “This is a beautiful picture Eleven. And I bet it’ll look even better pinned up in my office....what do you think?”

She giggles at you, nodding her head excitedly before enveloping you in a hug. You return the hug, wrapping your arms around the small, frail girl. You glance up to see Peter smiling at the two of you. He slyly mouths, ‘I told you so,’ and you roll your eyes.

The nice moment doesn’t last very long though, as you hear a scoff from across the room. You lift your head to see Two watching the scene before him in utter disgust.

Why? No one will ever know. Your guess is that he probably hates joy and wants to watch the world burn.

You stand up, releasing Eleven from your hold and gently usher her back to the drawing spaces in the corner. Away from Two.

You hear him laugh in disbelief and your head snaps up at him once again. You can see Peter shooting him a nasty glare from behind but Two pays no mind, his eyes only dangerously focused on Eleven.

Any happy feelings you had a moment ago had completely dissipated and had been replaced by anger. You clear your throat before speaking, your voice lacking any form of kindness,

“Is there a problem Two?” You ask, calling him out bitterly. His head snapped to you, eyes widening in shock before eventually darkening again. Even Peter seemed surprised at your tone. No one in this room had ever seen you even remotely upset once, but you had dealt with Two and his behavior long enough.

But he didn’t even seem phased by your upfront behavior.

“Yeah, there is. Why are you here?” He asks bitterly. You take a deep breath, willing yourself not to throw one of the toy cars at his head. You know he doesn’t like you, especially after sedating him a few months back.

“Because multiple staff members are required to supervise the rainbow room and its occupants at all times. And if I’m not mistaken, that rule is in place because of you.” You reply smugly, attempting to strike a nerve, and it most certainly worked.

He stands up abruptly, visibly seething at your words. It’s then that Peter takes a step forward, his voice laced in warning, “Let me remind you Two, if you cause any sort of trouble, your time in the rainbow room will be revoked for two weeks minimum.”

Two stands there for a moment, obviously debating his options, before he slowly sits back down in defeat. You nod in Peter’s direction, silently thanking him.

It’s then that the big metal doors open and two more orderlies step into the room, obviously there to take the place of you and Peter. You turn towards Eleven and wave goodbye to her, still holding her drawing in hand. She waves back to you with a smile, before her face contorts into one of horror as a pair of scissors hurdles towards your head.

You notice at the last second and attempt to dodge it, but you’re not quick enough as the blade slices your cheek and you gasp in pain. You immediately stumble and Peter is quick to steady you in his arms. You hardly pay attention to him though, as you watch Two being dragged out screaming by the other orderlies.

You shakily lift your hand to your cheek, only to find warm blood dripping from your wound and down your neck. It was deep, and you had gotten lucky.

Because he was aiming for your eye.

You must have been in shock because you didn’t even realize that you had been pulled from the room, and were being gently guided back to the infirmary by Peter. Your mind was going a thousand miles a minute but your body felt sluggish. Your eyes were fading in and out of focus and everything blurred together.

The fluorescent lights overhead make the bland white halls even brighter and you groan. A gentle pressure appears on your back and you can only assume that it’s Peter offering you some comfort.

“Easy now...easy, I’ve got you.” His voice fades into your ears as your senses slowly start to come back to you.

You immediately feel awful, guilt settling in your gut. You hate that he has to see you like this, that he feels obligated to help you.

He leads you through the door to the infirmary, leaving you alone for a few seconds to close it behind him. You stand there for a moment, blinking your eyes back into focus. Peter makes his way back towards you but you hold out an arm to stop him, halting his movements to put his arms around you once more.

“I-I’m,” you blink a couple times, “I’m okay...I‘m okay.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrow and he ignores your outstretched arm, guiding you over to the bed, despite your protests.

“Peter, I’m okay. You don’t have to-”

“Hush,” He cuts you off, forcing you to sit down before going and getting a bowl of water, a rag, and some other medical supplies. “You’re not okay, so stop saying it.”

You huff out an annoyed breath and kick your feet back and forth, dangling them just above the floor. You feel a slight throbbing in your cheek and wince, remembering that there’s currently blood dripping down your cheek and neck. You sigh, realizing you probably look like a mess.

“Okay well then I’m fine. Seriously Peter, you don’t have to worry about me. I can clean this up myself-” A finger is pressed to your lips, cutting you off once again.

“Stop. Talking.” He reprimands you. Your eyes meet his and you watch as they soften, only confirming how pathetic you must look. It’s almost like he’s able to read your thoughts as he bends down to your level, his hand shifting to gently cup the side of your face, thumb stroking your uninjured cheek. “Just let me take care of you.”

Your heart flutters in your chest at that, realizing how close he is to you, and the way his bright blue eyes bore into yours. You think for a moment, wondering if it’d even be worth it to keep pushing him away. You eventually decide against it, giving in and nodding your head slowly. He smiles at you,

“Good girl.”

Your eyes widen and a red heat rises to your face at his words. He stands up fully, turning towards the bowl of water. You think at first that he might not have noticed your reaction, but you can just barely see the smug smile resting on his face from where you sat. He knows what he’s doing.

Jackass

He wordlessly turns back to you with a wet rag in hand. He grips your chin, gently turning your head to the side so the gash was more visible. He gently wipes the rag across your cheek and down your neck, cleaning up the blood. You can practically sense the way he’s frowning as he tuts his tongue.

“I knew he was going to try something, the little shit.” He grumbles. You want to chuckle and tell him that it’s fine, you want to reassure him that Two is getting the punishment he deserves. But you can’t bring yourself to.

Your mind flashes back to the blade flying straight towards your eye. At the speed it was going, it wouldn’t have just blinded you, it would have killed you; you were lucky to be alive. You can’t help but picture what you would have looked like, dying and bleeding out in the middle of the rainbow room.

You’re starting to feel a little concerned about how easy it is for Peter to read your mind as his voice cuts through your thoughts like a knife,

“Hey,” the movement of the warm rag pause against your flesh as his other hand places itself on top of yours, “Darling, breathe.” You hadn’t even noticed you’d been holding your breath, your lungs screaming for air. You inhale deeply through your nose, trying to calm yourself down.

“You shouldn’t be here...you shouldn’t have to see me like this. God I’m such a mess.” You sniffle, biting down on your lip as he continues to clean your wound once again. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze,

“That’s exactly why I’m not leaving you alone. I’m right where I need to be. You might be a little bit of a mess,” you nudge him with your knee and he huffs out a laugh, “But you’re safe with me, I promise.”

You nod slowly as he dips the rag in the bowl once again before bringing it down to your neck. You hear him hum and turn to look at him. His eyes are focused on the collar of your shirt that’s now been doused in blood, before they glance up to meet yours.

You sigh and lift up your arms, beginning to remove your shirt. “Yeah yeah, I got it.” You pull the shirt over your head before reaching to throw it in the waste bin. When you turn back to face Peter you immediately feel bashful, crossing your arms over your slightly exposed chest. Maybe a white lace bra wasn’t the best idea for today.

It’s as if Peter pays no mind though, continuing to clean the blood off your neck for a few more moments. The problem is, you don’t know whether you feel thankful or slightly disappointed; you’ve never been this exposed in front of him before. You quickly try to ward off your thoughts, remembering that you’re at work. He gently pulls the rag away from your skin and smiles,

“Not so messy now hm?”

You scoff at him, gently pushing his shoulder and he laughs, reaching over to grab another clean rag, some hydrogen peroxide, and a medical bandage. You wince at the sight of him wetting the rag with the peroxide, knowing how much it’s going to sting.

“This is going to suck...” you whine as he sets down the bottle, reaching the rag up to your face. He places his free hand back on yours, squeezing lightly.

“I know sweet girl, I’ll get it over with as quick as I can okay? Just remember to breathe, and try to keep your head in place alright?” You don’t even have time to register the pet name before he places the rag against your wound. You hiss in pain as the peroxide floods into the cut, squeezing his hand.

“Doing so good for me, I’m so proud of you...” Your breath catches in your throat as his words fade into your ears, your eyes closing. His words seemed innocent but in your mind they were far from it. You can’t help the slight whimper that leaves your mouth, and you pray that it could just pass off as a pained one.

His hand tenses against your skin and he pulls the rag away. You open your eyes to see him reaching for the bandage wordlessly, his entire body rigid.

Shit

He turns towards you again, his eyes not meeting yours as he gently peels it open and places it over your wound, covering it completely. His jaw is tightened and his eyes are darkened as he avoids your gaze.

“Peter...” you whisper, almost begging. You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging for but you know you just want him to look at you, and he does. Your eyes lock and your breath catches in your throat once again, trying to keep your composure.

But it only takes a moment for him to completely throw his out the window, as he leans forward, crashing his lips against yours.

And just like that it feels like the time stops. The kiss is passionate as your lips mold together perfectly, almost like pieces of a puzzle. Your hands move up to rest against his chest while his settle on your hips, tugging you impossibly closer to him. You’d wanted this for so long, and now that you had it, it just feels so right; bodies colliding, and his hips pressing into yours. Your lungs begin to burn for air and you pull away first, his face inches from yours as you try to catch your breath.

He leans back in almost immediately, but you press your hands against his chest to stop him. He looks at you quizzically, “What is it?”

“Peter we...we’re at work.” You breath out nervously, and he looks around.

“Do you see any cameras?” You shake your head no, “Then I’m afraid I can no longer keep this professional.”

His lips crash back into yours and his hands slowly move from gripping your hips up towards your ribcage, his thumbs delicately tracing the underside of your bra. Your arms wrap around his neck and you tangle your hands in his hair, tugging lightly. He moans in response, his lips making their way to your jawline and down to your neck, leaving an array of markings and hickeys. You tilt your head back, willingly giving him access, tiny gasps and whimpers leaving your lips in response.

“Such pretty little noises baby.” He breathes into your skin. Your eyes practically roll back at his words and you whine, arching up closer to him. His hands slip around your arched back, gently gliding up your spine before his fingers dance over the hook of your bra, “Is this okay?” He asks against your skin.

You nod without hesitation, needing him as close to you as possible. He gently bites you in response and you whine again, squirming beneath him.

“Use your words sweetheart.”

In any other situation you would have shoved his shoulder and rolled your eyes at him. But right now his body is wrapped around yours and his lips are dancing along the skin of your neck while you writhe underneath him. This wasn’t any other situation.

“Yes-” you gasp out, “Yes, god Peter please-”

He cooes at your desperate plea, laying you down as his hands immediately begin to undo the hooks.

“Good girl.” There it is again.

You whimper in response as he slowly pulls your bra off, revealing your breasts. His reaches up to gently fondle them in his hands, thumbs teasing circles around your nipples while he gauges your reactions. “God you’re so fucking perfect.”

You preen at that, mind going incredibly fuzzy as he toys with you. Of course he chuckles, taking notice.

“Ohhh baby...does my sweet little thing like it when I praise her? When I call her a good girl and tell her how fucking pretty she is?”

“My” sweet little thing. My. My. My.

“When I tell her how good I’m going to fuck her?”

You shouldn’t have been as surprised as you were at his words; you knew exactly where this was all headed. But you couldn’t help the way your head shot up, your eyes widening as they meet his. You can only imagine how you looked to him right now, eyes blown wide with desire, chest heaving as his fingers toy with your nipples, and your neck completely marked up. He cooes at you, practically drinking in how pathetic and adorable you look,

“I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

A strangled gasp leaves your lips as one of his his hands delicately trails down your stomach and makes its way under the skirt of your uniform. He slowly drags one of his fingers up the slit of your clothed pussy, and he moans, feeling just how badly you’ve soaked through your panties.

“So fucking wet for me aren’t you... do you need me touch you sweetheart? Make you feel good?” He groans, finger teasing circles over your clothed entrance. Another choked whimper escapes you and your back arches in desperation, hips bucking up into his hand.

“G-god, please Peter,” you beg, “I need it- please I-” He chuckles, cutting off your pleas by pressing his lips against yours once again.

“Shhhh... so polite. I got you,” he murmurs against your lips as his hand dips beneath the waist band of your panties. He glides his fingers over your clit, circling it a few times just to hear you moan, before he gently prods one of them against your hole. You gasp softly, attempting to grind against him and he places a kiss to your uninjured cheek,

“Needy baby...” he teases you, before slowly slipping in his finger. You gasp sharply at the stretch as he slowly curls his digit, your hole clenching around him, “and so tight.” He groans, gently thrusting his finger in and out of you. You whine and whimper in pleasure, your head tossed back and your eyes blown wide.

“P-Peter...Oh god-” He thrusts a few more times before gently prodding a second finger at your entrance, moaning as he watches it slip in with ease, coverred in your arousal. He scissors them inside you and your back arches in pleasure, soft mewls and moans escaping your lips. His thumb makes it’s way up to your clit as he does so, gently circling. Your hips involuntarily buck up to meet his hand and you moan loudly.

Your mouth is almost immediately covered by his other hand, and he shushes you gently, fingers never seizing their attack on your poor hole. “Shhh sweet girl, we’re at work remember?” He smirks at you, raising an eyebrow.

Your attempt to glare at him doesn’t last long as he easily slips a third finger inside of you, stretching you out deliciously around him. Your eyes roll back as your muffled moans fill the room, your legs beginning to shake.

Your climax is fast approaching as you continue to pulse and clench around his fingers, your clit swollen. His thumb picks up in pace, rubbing your clit even faster as he watches you completely fall apart underneath him, bringing you right to the edge.

And then it stops.

A strangled cry attempts to leave your lips, only to meet his palm. You were so close and it had been ripped away from you. Desperate tears prick at your eyes and drip down your cheeks as you watch him clean his fingers, tasting your arousal. The hand covering your mouth slowly moves to caress your uninjured cheek as you cry and whine in desperation.

“No no no Peter please! I-I need to-”

“The only place you’re cumming is all over my cock sweetheart.” He hums unapologetically, leaning down to kiss you once more. You whine against his lips, needing to feel more of him. Needing to be completely intertwined with him.

You reach for the buttons of his shirt, fiddling with them at a rapid pace. Your hands were shaking as you quickly tried to undo them, before his hands found their way to yours.

“Slowly baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

You gulp nervously and take a deep breath before slowly returning your focus to the buttons. They come undone a lot easier and pretty soon his top half is bare, shirt discarded on the floor, and he’s fiddling with his belt. He slides it off with ease before he slips his trousers and boxers down, his cock springing free. You practically drool at the sight of it, how big and thick it is, the precum leaking from the tip.

“Hang on,” You say. He raises an eyebrow at you, but you ignore it, reaching over and pulling open the drawer on your desk. You pull out a condom from the little box in there and hand it to him, “here.”

He raises an eyebrow at you and laughs in disbelief. “You keep condoms in the nurses office?” He asks, quizzically. You shrug, bashfully mumbling, “Don’t look at me, I didn’t put them there.”

He laughs, placing a kiss to your uninjured cheek, before tearing open the packaging and sliding the condom up his cock. He leans down once more, helping you get comfortable as he wraps your legs around his waist, lining himself up with your entrance. He gently places one more kiss on the tip of your nose.9

“You’re so beautiful...” he whispers, eyes dancing over your features. You blush heavily at his words and whimper as his tip presses against you, “You ready?” He asks.

“Yes...please Peter-” you’re immediately cut off as he slowly pushes into you, stretching you out around him. You throw your head back with a gasp and your hole flutters around his cock, causing him to groan.

“S-so fucking tight.” He moans, bottoming out inside of you. Your arms wrap around him quickly, nails digging into his back as breathy moans leave your lips. He gives you a minute to adjust to his size before he slowly begins to thrust into you.

“Feel so full.” you moan, taking his cock as he thrusts at a steady pace. Your cunt continues to pulse around him, and he buries his face in your shoulder as he fucks you, his moans tickling the skin of your neck.

You cling to each other like crazy as your hips buck up to meet his, and he reaches down, thumb rubbing your clit once again. You bite your lip trying to stay quiet, whimpers and breathy moans escaping you as he uses you and makes you feel good.

He adjusts his hips slightly, pounding into you from a different angle and your eyes roll back into your head in utter ecstasy. You can feel your arousal leaking from your hole down onto the nursing bed as his hips meet yours.

His moans sound like music to your ears and all you can think about is how you never want this to end. You want Peter to use you whenever he pleases, to bend you over no matter where you are and fuck you until he’s satisfied. You don’t even care how degrading it sounds... you’ve become so desperate for this man that you’ll do anything just to hear the way he moans as he bottoms out inside of your cunt.

Your climax begins to arise once again, and he can tell by the way you’re writhing and shaking underneath his touch. He speeds up his rubbing at your clit as your pussy throbs around him some more. You cling to him like a lifeline as you’re brought right to the edge.

“I-I’m gonna...I’m gonna cum oh god.”

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum for me? Go ahead, make a mess all over my cock sweetheart.” You hear his words and you’re so far gone.

Your eyes roll back once more and your body tenses up as your orgasm rushes through you. You’re unable to control your moans as a white hot heat runs through your body, and it doesn’t take long for Peter to cover your mouth again. His thrusts become sloppy as your poor little cunt clenches around him uncontrollably, and with a few more thrusts he’s coming hard, his cock twitching inside of you.

He rides out his high, continuing to thrust in and out of you while you lay there and take it, feeling utterly blissful. He stays inside of you for a few moments as the two of you attempt to catch your breath. He eventually slips his cock out of you and stands up, leaving you feeling cold and completely empty. You can’t help but whine, despite feeling floaty, you needed him close to you. He shushes you gently,

“I know baby I know, I’m just gonna get you cleaned up okay?”

You nod again, still pouting as he takes a cloth and cleans the table underneath you, before swiping it up over your abused pussy. You squirm at the sensitivity and he strokes your hip to comfort you.

Once you’re taken care of and cleaned up, he does the same for himself. He slowly but surely helps you back into your clothing, before going out and finding a new shirt for you.

Now, fully dressed and content, the two of you sit side by side on the bed, while you lean your head on his shoulder, eyes closed. He glances down at your tired form and huffs out an amused laugh through his nose. He reaches up to stroke a strand of hair from you face,

“Sleepy thing aren’t you?” He asks.

“Can’t help it,” you mumble tiredly, “you wore me out.” He laughs in response, helping you maneuver so you were laying down, head in his lap.

“Well I can’t imagine anyone would be mad at you for sleeping the rest of your shift.” The pads of his fingers gently massage your scalp, and your eyelids flutter, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Normally you would argue with him but he was probably right, especially after what had happened.

After a few moments there was a soft knock at the door. Peter peers down at you as soft breaths escape your lips. You were asleep.

He gently slides your head off of his lap and covers you with an extra blanket, unable to keep the soft smile off of his lips. He quietly makes his way to the door, and opens it to find Eleven standing there, holding the picture she had drawn for you. It must have gotten left behind amidst all of the chaos. Peter smiles gently at her, squatting down to her level.

“Is she okay?” Eleven asks quietly and he smiles at her, gesturing to you with his head.

“She’s sleeping now, but she’s okay. I fixed her right up.” He smiles, reassuring the girl, who then took a breath of relief.

“I made this for her.” The girl holds up the drawing for Peter to see, and he smiles brightly at it. He had seen it earlier, it was a drawing of just her and you, but now there was another figure standing next to them. Clearly representing him.

“This is such a pretty drawing Eleven,” He holds his hand out to her, inviting her into the office. She takes it, following him inside.

“Now, where should we hang it up?”

Your eyes peak open slightly at the small bit of commotion you hear, and you see Peter lifting Eleven up, attempting to pin the drawing to the board on your wall.

The room is filled with giggles, and you can’t help but smile and think,

Three upsides.

And your eyes flutter closed once more.

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