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The Nightmare on Hawkins Street +18 (Request)

Dom!Vecna x Dark!Virgin!Fem!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2.9k+

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

June 16, 1983

Dear Diary,

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

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

June 20, 1983

Dear Diary,

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

June 30, 1983

Dear Diary,

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

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

July 1, 1983

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My king.” You moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit.” He commands you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”

“Bring me the girl, Eleven. Alive.”

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droopycoquette · 2 years

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Taken Care Of 2 || Peter Ballard x Reader

< Part 1

Summary: A couple days have passed and eventually you make a mistake that needs to be rectified.

Warnings: dom!peter, ddlg themes, smut, edging, spanking, fem!reader, manipulation, dark!peter, face sitting

Word count: 3.2k

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Today was the fifth day in the house. Peter wouldn’t let you leave, saying he was scared they would capture you again and take you back to the lab. You didn’t know how to swim and the other people who lived next to the lake scared you, so you had no desire to leave the house. Peter said that you guys wouldn’t be staying in Hawkins for too long, it was too close to the lab.

None of that concerned you, the only thing that was on your mind was the idea of “cumming.” Five days had passed since Peter had given you heaven and he hadn’t touched you in that way since. You wanted to experience cumming again, however, you didn’t want to seem like a pest so you just looked at him longingly.

Another question plagued your mind: how did he do that? How did he know where to touch? It confused you to no end.

“Darling?”

Snapping your eyes to him from your spot at the kitchen table, you looked at him with question.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Did you hear me,” he asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

“I’m sorry, what’d you say?”

“I said, I’m going into town to get some more supplies,” He repeated with a sigh. “Are you alright?”

You nodded with a smile, not trusting your voice. Trying to appear as if you didn’t want him to make you cum again as if you didn’t want to feel his skin on yours again and look at you the way he looked at you that night.

“Be careful,” you responded softly.

“Always,” he smiled before kissing you on your forehead and grabbing a coat. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Before you knew it, he was out the door and you were a pile of angst and neediness. Your core throbbed and you had no idea how to fix it. All you wanted was Peter and he evaded you, for the first time in a long time he didn’t give you exactly what you wanted precisely when you needed it.

With a huff, you rose from your seat and decided to try something that should have been your first solution to the problem. Take a shower.

You rushed up to the bathroom not caring that you didn’t have any clothes to change into once you got out. The only thing on your mind was the thought of cumming. As you turned the water on, you remembered how it felt and how Peter held you, the feeling of his skin on yours, your stomach tightening, and your inability to control your muscles. While you thought about it, a familiar tingle began to spread from your abdomen.

Undressing, you hopped in and relished in the feeling of the water on your skin, nothing could compare to showers. The feeling of dirt, grime, and bad memories washed away under water pressure replaced with comfort and, hopefully, pleasure.

“Okay,” you muttered under your breath, cautiously reaching for the shower head.

You slowly and carefully trailed the nozzle from your neck to your breasts, to your stomach, feeling how the water hit your skin before finally reaching your core. You tried to lean against the glass for support and were beginning to realize just how much you needed Peter, how much you needed his guidance.

The water continued to hit against your heat but you couldn’t get the positioning quite right. You continued to shift where you stood, shift the nozzle, then shift where you stood once more. Frustration continued to build up in your chest at the non-existent coil that was supposed to be in your abdomen.

You were practically in tears when you stepped out of the shower feeling defeated, useless, and most importantly, unsatiated. An emptiness filled your stomach and found a home there, refusing to leave.

“Fuck,” you whined.

You trudged to the room you shared with Peter and buried yourself under the covers, slow tears of frustration trailing down your face, slightly tickling your nose, before hitting the pillow. You couldn’t find it in yourself to get dressed again. As you lay there, a newfound appreciation for Peter rose, as well as a need for him.

As if on cue, you heard the door to the house open.

“Darling, I’m home,” he called.

You sat up and wrapped yourself in the duvet, but didn’t get up.

“Love,” he called once more.

“In here,” you croaked.

You could hear Peter walking to your room and you gave him a small smile as he entered. His golden curls were a little frizzy and his face was a little flushed due to the running around he had done, he looked delicious. The tingles began to come back, making you inwardly groan. He had entered the room with a soft smile on his face but his facial expression shifted to one of concern once he saw you.

“What’s wrong my dear,” he asked, rushing to the end of the bed where you had moved.

“You’re gonna laugh at me,” you huffed, bringing the duvet to cover your face.

Peter looked at you with sympathy and brought his hand to move the duvet, before caressing your face.

“You can tell me.”

“I want to c-,” you mumbled the last part into the duvet, your cheeks heating at your words.

“What,” Peter chuckled, tearing the duvet from your face again and looking at you directly. “Hmm? What did you say, my dear? It’s just me.”

“I,” you paused to look down. “Want to,” you paused again, trying to find the confidence to finish your sentence.

“Well, if you don’t want to tell me I won’t force you,” Peter sighed getting up.

“No,” you whined. “I want to cum again.”

You quickly hid under the covers, too shy to look at him. A feeling of embarrassment had begun to fill your chest from the moment Peter had entered that room and, at that moment, had overflowed making your heart pound and your eyes sting. But, as you hid, you couldn’t see Peter dying from a cuteness overload. It took everything in him not to snatch you up and squeeze you, to not pepper your face with kisses.

“That’s all you had to say, sweetheart,” Peter cooed before removing the duvet completely. “Did you need my fingers on your cunt?”

You gasped at his words, you never thought that Peter could be so vulgar, so crass.

“You did, didn’t you. You’re all naked for me,” Peter smirked. “So perfect.”

Peter moved you to the head of the bed and kissed you, bringing his hands to your face to cage it. Your senses were overwhelmed by him and his taste, feeling the denim he wore rub against your core gently. The sensation making you arch into him.

“Is my baby sensitive,” he teased, bringing his fingers to your soaked folds.

“Yes,” you stuttered, grinding against his fingers, releasing any type of restraint that you had.

Peter’s fingers rubbed against your clit and gathered some of your wetness before pushing into you.

Your thighs clamped down, surprised at the sudden intrusion.

“Peter,” you sighed into his shoulder.

“I think I’ve created a little monster,” he chuckled before taking his shirt off.

As he leaned down to kiss you, you admired his body. Scars littered his torso, burn scars from when he disobeyed papa. Your fingers trailed from his breasts and down to his abdomen, grazing the marks lightly with your fingertips.

“You like them, darling,” he asks now on his forearms.

You nodded shyly.

“They’re pretty,” you sigh, gazing up at him dreamily.

He smiles and kisses you again, loving the look in your eyes, before gently pushing his fingers back into you. His fingers continued to bury into you as an obscene squelching sound filled the room, making you bring your hands to your face.

“What,” Peter teased. “You don’t like my fingers?”

Before you could whine out praises to his fingers, he moved quickly so that he was eye level with your cunt.

“Let’s try this instead,” he instructed before placing an open-mouth kiss on your slit.

The feeling of his lips on your heat sent you into a frenzy, the thought of something so vulgar and primal hadn’t even crossed your mind. You didn’t think such a thing existed. You quickly sat up and hunched over, your hands quickly finding themselves in his hair.

“Wait, wait,” you groaned. “Please, wait.”

“How can I wait, darling,” he mumbled into your core. “When you taste this good.”

He looked up at you in adoration, lips wet from collecting your juices, and cheeks red from lack of air. His golden curls, usually perfectly styled, were now ruffled up in a mop blonde. It practically made you cum.

He laid his palm in between your breasts and gently pushed you down, trailing his hand down to rest at your waist, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your breath became stuttery as he attached his lips directly to your clit.

“Peter,” you moaned out, “Wanted this for so long. Your mouth feels so g-”

You choked on your words as Peter flicked your nipple at the same time as his tongue caught on your clit. Peter chuckled into your core, giving your clit long licks, fingers pushing against your gummy walls, pressing against a spot that made you see stars.

Your hands continued to tangle into his hair, trying your best not to tug on it. Your thighs fought to close, still unfamiliar with the feeling of someone being in between them. Your hips, however, didn’t want to stop moving.

“Am I making you feel good, my love?”

“Yes,” you stutter. “So good, better than -mmh - the shower.”

He smiled against your cunt, sucking on your bud, all the while, pinching and flicking at your nipples which sent constant shocks to your nervous system, your body heating up like an oven.

“I tried to,” you paused to keen at a partially harsh thrust to your sweet spot before continuing your confession. “Tried to cum in the shower and -ahh- I couldn’t without you.”

Peter paused, before slowly pulling away from your cunt, placing a harsh kiss on your inner thigh. As he brought himself up over you, you realized just how big he was compared to you, you also noticed a shift in his demeanor.

“You did what,” he snapped at you, his face a mix of anger and disappointment.

A dull pain began to fill your heart, you didn’t like the look on his face, he had never looked at you like that. With disappointment.

“Hmm? Repeat what you just said,” he commanded bringing his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t make me repeat myself, darling.”

“I tried to make myself cum,” you stuttered. “But I couldn’t w-without you.”

The disappointment on his face lingered there for a couple more seconds, looking as if you had betrayed him before anger filled his features.

“So, you think that you can handle yourself? That you don’t need me,” he snarled, tilting his head to the side and moving his hands to cage your face.

“N-no,” you stuttered, a cloud of confusion hanging over your head. “You said-”

You paused, as Peter raised an eyebrow at you, thumb glossing over your bottom lip.

“You said that good girls can cum whenever they want.”

A light chuckle left his lips, “So you were listening to me, I thought that cumming had fried your brain.”

Your cheeks warmed up and you quickly looked away, embarrassed by how true those words were.

“What else did I say,” Peter asked his voice soft but with a threatening look in his eyes. “What did I say after that?”

You didn’t speak, your mouth began to dry up as you realized your mistake but Peter wasn’t having your silence. A dangerous look clouded his eyes as one of his hands trailed done from your face to your throat, giving it a warning squeeze.

“What. Did. I. Say,” he asked again.

“With permission.”

“What,” he mocked.

“You said,” you mumbled. “Good girls could cum with permission.”

“With permission,” he repeated softly. “Did you ask me for permission, darling?”

When you didn’t answer his hand began to tighten, cutting off more and more oxygen with each passing second.

“No,” you gasped, shaking your head. “I didn’t, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are,” he smiled, loosening hold on your neck, slightly cooing at the tears that had gathered in the corner of your eyes. “But, that doesn’t rectify what you did. You acted as if you didn’t need me, as if you could live without me.”

“I can’t,” you quickly promised, scared at the thought of hurting Peter and making him even more disappointed.

“I know you can’t, baby,” he responded. “But, I think I have to make you really understand how much you need me so that you never forget.”

A chill came across your body at Peter’s words. You had never seen him like this and, most importantly, it was directed at you. You had never meant to make Peter mad, you wanted to be his good girl, you wanted to see him happy.

“I’m sorry,” you said once more, lip quivering.

“I know you are, my love, but when we do the wrong thing we have to make it right again. Don’t you agree?”

You were quick to nod.

“Good,” he smiled softly. “Come here.”

He laid down and motioned for you to get on top of him. You meticulously followed his instructions, determined to prove that you could follow his rules. Straddling his waist, you bit your lip as his jeans came into contact with your clit.

“Move up,” he instructed.

With a look of uncertainty on your face, you slowly wiggled up to his chest, not knowing how far up to go.

“Good, but I was thinking,” he paused to wrap his hands around your waist, moving you to his face. “Here.”

“Peter, I can’t be here,” you gasped, trying to move off of him. “Let go of me.”

Peter stayed silent as you struggled against his hold on you, growing angrier and angrier at each movement. His hold continued to tighten as you wiggled, leaving nail indents on your hips.

“So,” he spoke, making you pause. “Not only do you think that you can handle yourself on your own but you think you can tell me what to do?”

“That’s not what I meant,” you whispered.

“Sit,” he commanded, not wanting to hear another word out of you.

“What?”

A sharp slap was delivered to your butt, a light red blooming where his hand met your skin. You shivered at the pain and you slowly began to lower yourself.

“Are you sure,” you stuttered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Peter rolled his eyes, and pulled you down completely, effectively silencing you. Two more slaps were delivered to your ass, both knocking the wind out of you.

Peter groaned against you, giving your clit all of his attention. Licking and sucking on it, letting his tongue catch on your sensitive nub. Heat began to spread throughout your body until you could feel the oncoming orgasm. You tried to move your hips, grinding on his tongue but Peter kept a firm hold on you, all you could do was take what he gave you.

“Peter,” you gasped. “I’m -mmh-”

Peter immediately stopped what he was doing, leaving you with the same feeling of emptiness you felt in the shower only this time more intense.

“No,” you whined. “Please don’t-”

Another loud, harsh smack was delivered to you, your butt now bright red.

“You. Don’t. Get. To. Tell. Me. What. To. Do,” Peter sneered each word punctuated with merciless strikes.

You tried to stay silent during them, biting your lip harshly, trying to show that you could be a good girl and take it.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Good,” Peter smirked. “Move your hips.”

You immediately did what he said as he loosened his hold on your waist, grinding your core onto his tongue. You whimpered as you felt him moan against you, the same fire spreading through your body. Your whines continued to grow, hot gasps leaving your lips, your hips moving faster, chasing the high you craved. You could feel it, feel it creeping up on you as your thighs began to shake.

Suddenly, Peter’s hold on you tightened once more, stopping your movements.

“What are you doing, my dear,” Peter asked. “I told you to move your hips.”

You whimpered, trying to fight against Peter’s strength.

“Come on, darling. Obviously, you don’t need my help to take care of you, you can take care of yourself. Move your fucking hips.”

“I can’t,” you let out finally, giving up.

Your body went slack.

“I can’t take care of myself,” you whimpered, your lip quivering in frustration.

“Damn right you can’t,” Peter growled, flipping you over onto your back.

His fingers dived into you, slipping in easily with the mixture of saliva and your juices aiding them.

“Can’t do anything without me, can you?”

You nodded dumbly making Peter coo at you. He loved that he could get you like this so quickly. He kissed you sweetly, moving down your body, leaving a trail of kisses before placing a kiss on your slit.

“You’re gonna be my good girl now,” he snarled delivering a final slap to your thigh. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I will. I’m sorry,” you babbled.

He let out a, ‘Hmm,’ before diving into your core, letting out sounds you had never heard of before. The smell of sex permeated every inch of the room, sounds of slurping and grunting filling your ears, making you feel like you were floating.

“Peter -ahh- please, please let me cum,” you cried. “I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on, I didn’t mean to -mmh- didn’t mean to upset you.”

He continued to lap at your clit, collecting your taste on his tongue and listening to your breathy whines. He felt your hands in his hair, tangling into his blond locks. He took in every quiver of your thigh, every stutter in your breathing, every sigh. His hold on your thighs tightened, bringing your core closer to him, drinking you in.

Stars entered your vision as your orgasm washed over you, every limb of your body felt as if a fire coursed through them. A dull buzz entered your head and fingertips, slowly making its way back to your core, winding through your body with your veins as passages. Peter loved the sight of you coming undone because of him.

Him.

He nuzzled your inner thigh as he gazed at you with admiration.

“Peter,” you choked out, finally coming down from the high he had given you.

Moving up, he kissed your forehead, enveloping your form in his. One of his hands found your hip, the other trailing up and finding a home on your cheek, caressing your soft skin.

“No one, not even you, can make you feel this good. Understand?”

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Part 3(Last Part)>

A/n: I have two more parts of this coming and that'll be it. Please let me know if you want to be tagged

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granills · 2 years

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im sorry??? but all i can imagine is jamie campbell bower. It sounds so much like him im screaming

#after watching him read thitst tweets this sound is so close to what he sounds like #oh my god #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower smut #jamie campbell smut #jamie bower smut #stranger things smut #soundgasm #vecna x reader #001 smut #henry creel x reader #001 x reader #vecna smut #henry creel smut #ai audio

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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

I Can Do Better

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

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

word count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See? I can do so much better…

Something was very wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

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

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

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

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

Aren’t you scared?

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

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

You should be.

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

“Why should I be scared?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You woke up with a start.

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

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

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

It had all been a dream…right?

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HENRY CREEL/PETER BALLARD/001 audio recs

18+

1. Henry gets jealous

2. Henry puts you in your place

3. Don’t run from 001

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unfortunately finding audios that sound like Henry/Peter/001/Vecna (what are we calling him) are very hard to find. sooo! i have a surprise for you all soon…

#henry creel #henry creel smut #001 #001 smut #Vecna #Vecna smut #Peter Ballard #Peter Ballard smut #jamie campbell bower #Jamie Campbell bower smut #stranger things 4 #stranger things smut #stranger things audios

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angelst4re · 1 year

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Ash I desperately need your thoughts on somnophilia with Peter/Henry

oh. my. lord. i saw a peter/henry/001 headcanons post and it mentioned this and i won't lie it got me thinking...

୨୧ warnings: NSFW!! kinda perv!Peter, if you couldn't tell by the request, i will be discussing somnophilia, if you're uncomfortable with that then please don't read this my love!! <3 ୨୧ notes: i'm a little nervous to post this as it's not like my usual smut posts... but i'm in my henry creel era again (it never ended.)

I feel like he would definitely be into this

It started when you told Peter you had a dream that he had sneaked into your room in the night as you slept and teased you through your underwear

You and Peter were both quite close, and you have hooked up in past a few times

Which obviously got him thinking about it a lot.

He loved the idea of you being so helpless as you slept, and he decided he would discuss this with you, as your time alone with him in the lab was very limited

As he knocked on your door to ask you, he was shocked to see you didn't answer. So he let himself in with the key anyway

And you were asleep.

He knew he should have discussed it with you first, but he made his way over to your bed, knelt on the mattress and pulled back the sheets to find you were sleeping in just an oversized t-shirt and panties

He pushed your underwear to the side and saw you were already soaked

Despite his best attempts to hold back, he ran a finger through your folds, collecting the slick on his fingertip.

He knew it was wrong, but he had never felt so turned on before in his life

However, he had the decency to cover you back up and leave the room

He practically ran down the halls to the nearest bathroom, needing to go somewhere where he could relieve himself before he came in his pants.

As he pumped his cock with his fist he thought about it again, he thought about slipping a finger inside of you as you slept, or even his cock-

As soon as he came with a silent groan, his mind was finally free of the thoughts and he got back to work without a problem

Until the next night.

He made sure to clear things up with you first, and you told him it was perfectly fine, but to make sure he would let you know which nights he'd be paying you a visit.

Within the next week he had fingered you in your sleep, you had woken up to him eating you out (which you needed to ask him to do again), and you had also woken up feeling warm and full, to find he had came inside of you

I'm so feral when it comes to Peter/Henry

#henry creel smut #peter ballard smut #001 stranger things #henry creel #peter ballard #vecna smut #jamie campbell bower #peter ballard x reader #henry creel x reader

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Vecna/Peter x Fem!Reader

(am crying why did I write this?)

Summary: vecna has come to take what's theirs...

Warnings: vecna is a warning himself, mature content, praise kink, reader has vecna,s curse, panic attacks, slight degrading, pet names, crying, smut, minors dni!, Slight s4 spoilers!

The constant headaches, nosebleeds, hallucinations, felt like a nightmare, sure you had consulted a doctor within a few days. The doctor wasn't much of a helping hand to say. You were prescribed with a few pills which surprisedly never helped, you had constantly saw a grandfather clock, or heard the sounds of a clock ticking,

The realization hit like a train, you'd finally recall what your friends had spoken about just a couple days ago,

Vecna,s curse

You'd recall them say, fear crashed over you just some days ago your friends had told you about it, and that max had it, you were present when she first encountered with him (dear billy), it shocked you to your stomach, you couldn't quite believe it to say, you've heard about the death of chrissy, fred and patrick, their bones mutilated.

Eyes sucked out of their skull, your chest rose as you started to feel worried, you didn't wish to die, in fact you didn't.. want to die in the sick hands of this vecna..

You've heard your friends say something about ' favorite song ', and that it helped max,s trance like state free herself from vecna, you suddenly heard the ticking sound erupt from behind you, you worriedly turned around to be met with a grandfather clock, pierced threw your wall

You could practically feel your heartbeat stop for a mild second, you knew what you had to do, you immediately ran towards your room in desperate need of finding something, anything

Your world came crashing down as you heard a dark voice whisper your name from behind you, your eyes widened in pure fear, hands moving yet much faster scrolling threw your lists of tapes, your favorite song was not in site,

Sheers of sweat was coated on you four head, your death was near, pictures of vecna,s victims erupted in your mind, body snapped, eyes sucked, body lifeless

“No.. please th- this can't happen..” you worriedly spoke, you heard the ticking of the clock yet again, death was deadly closer..

“fuck!, No no no!!” you cried out, your nails dug your skull. Curling yourself up, you couldn't die you had a life to live, friends you loved you couldn't just die like that..

“Y/N” you heard the dark voice again call out your name, your eye widened, your sobs grew louder tear after tear dropped down from your face, you finally gathered the courage to look up,

You regretted doing so, you were met with the face of a disgusting, hideous face, it's skin was practically burnt, it's eyes piercing threw you, you moved back fear running threw every direction of your body, it made its way towards you, you felt yourself growing more and more closer to death

“p..please! don't i..i” you didn't know the words to speak out, I mean what could you say?, ' oh please show me mercy ' like that would ever work,

“Your time has come, Y/N.. your suffering will soon come to a end” the dark creature spoke, you shook your head ' no ' furiously, you grabbed the bat from beside your night stand, ready to aim it right at this thing.

“you think that's going to stop me?” the creature said, it almost sounded sarcastic, you didn't say anything, how could you?, You were paralyzed in pure terror, you'd managed to step about of your bed, the creature coming more, more closer to you

“s..sta- stay away!” you worriedly spoke, it didn't listen coming closer and closer, untill finally to both were face to face, you couldn't do anything. Running would be a stupid idea of course smacking it with the bat wouldn't end well, what could you do..?,

“dont be scared, it will all end soon” the creature said, it's hand extended to your face not so much of a hand you could say, more tears streamed down your face, your eyes immediately saw a tattoo on its wrist,

001

Was written, it (he) followed your gaze it noticed what you were staring at, it snarled removing it's hand from your face, you were quite surprised to say, “you want something better to look at?” it said, you confusedly stared at well you could call ' it ' a he from the deep, voice it had

You watched as the terrifying creature Infront of you was now a man, a sweet man, he had dirty blonde hair, extremely bright blue eyes, soft pink lips, cheek bones that fitted him and a sharp jawline, he was perfect,

“i- w..who are you..??” you asked, the man smiled brightly his hand extended creasing your jaw, you pushed your face away from his touch, “i have many names” he softly spoke, his face came much closer, to close you could practically feel his breathe on you

“vecna?” you spoke, you were surprised was vecna once a man?, A human..?, His smile never left finger now creasing your cheeks, “you could say that” he tutted, his finger rised to wipe the tears still streaming down your face, his face came alot more closer

His mouth was now on your neck, you gasped at the contact, he sucked, licked onto your neck, you let out tiny mewls attempting to push him away with no avail, “st- stop it!” you shouted, trying your hardest to push him away

He sucked more furiously on your neck, you whimpered slightly, you hands still on his chest trying your very best, to push him away from you, his assault on your neck stopped, you sighed in relief as you tried to left up your bat, to hit him you were unable too when you felt him throw the bat god knows where .

“please just let me go!” you cried out, he just laughed almost attractively to your attempts at breaking free, although a part of you wanted to stay. Stay within his confinements, you shook your head clearing those clearly weird thoughts. You tried everything, kicking him, punching him, clearly biting him but nothing worked nothing at all..

“you like this don't you?” he said, fingers still on your cheek, you stared at him disgust formed in your stomach, “what! like this? How could I possible like something as absurd like this!?”, you yet again shouted, he just laughed once again but deep down apart of you actually quite liked this..

“i see the lust in your eyes” he whisper in your ear, you shook your head ' no ' at his statement, “lust?, yeah keep telling yourself that..” you spoke, you'd given up your attempts to break free, you were going to die either way, he wouldn't just let you free, would he?

“so you wouldn't mind if I did this.. ?” he said just before his lips connected with yours, you gasped yet once again, your tried moving your head away, but his hands kept it in place, your sounds were muffled by his mouth, one of his hands wrapped itself around your waist tugging you close, very close, you wanted to cry you wanted to scream.

But you couldn't, you can't, you both finally parted for air panting madly, some part of you actually enjoyed that, your head was telling you this was wrong!, He had killed innocent people, and he was going to kill max, you..

“you really enjoyed that hm?” he spoke, he was right.., you actually kind of did. “w..what! Your crazy no.. I would never enjoy that” you attempted to defend yourself, but he knew, he knew you clearly enjoyed this as much as he did,

You felt him grind against you, he was hard, you felt pure disgust, but you enjoyed this, his grinding became more intermit, you groaned softly, you sobbed once again, was this really going to happen, you thought

“poor thing ” he tutted, grinding more furiously, soft moans left his lips he bit down on your neck trying to contain himself, he would seem weak.., which was something he despised, you whimpered you covered your mouth trying to prevent these absurd sounds from you

He noticed and pulled your hand away, you cried out as he whispered, “dont hide those pretty sounds now?” he spoke, groaning in between his sentences, you buried your face into his neck, he smelt good which was a surprise, “p..please- stop it!” you knew he wouldn't listen, did you want him to stop? You didn't know but you sure as hell wanted this nightmare to end

“am afraid I can't do that since you clearly like this” one, vecna spoke , his grinding slowed down you whined slightly at the lost, but you thought a sense of sympathy washed over him, but you were wrong, very wrong

You gasped as he removed his white trousers,was he going to do what you thought, “wha- hey! What are you doing?” you worriedly asked, maybe he was just fixing his pants!, Seriously fixing his pants?

“giving you what you desire, what I desire ” he said, had you just heard that correctly, no you must have misheard, you were suddenly caught with him pulling down your jeans, desperately..

“hey! no stop..” you didn't want this but you did at the same time. He didn't listen pulling your pants down to your ankle, well- well, you were wet clearly turned on my , what a surprise!

“oh ? And what's this..” he smugly spoke, embarrassment flushed over you, you closed your legs hiding yourself, but he opened them roughly, you groaned at the harshness, his mouth went back to your neck, making more love bites sucking roughly at the skin

You moaned, you grasped his hair desperately need more of him, “eager aren't we?” he said, he pulled your underwear down, as well as his, you were practically dripping, “no.. i- please dont-” you tried to say, you didn't want to but your body said otherwise

You almost screamed as you felt him enter you without a warning, you heard him groan softly, without giving any time to adjust to his size, he thrusted his hips at a good enough pace, you moaned your fingers extended ruffling at his hair.

“so tight” he groaned thrusting once again, you whimpered in reply to his thrust, He moved much faster to your delight, moans and skin slapping could only be heard, “such a good s..slut for me hm?, Taking me so well” he groaned roughly, you buried your face in his neck, you wanted to pay him back for those love bites, heck yeah you did .

You furiously bit into his neck, causing him to moan, you sucked and licked leaving love bites all over his neck, you felt his thrusts become more and more sloppier, you knew he was close, you were too

“such a good girl, yeah? You like this don't you.. being my perfect little whore” he spat, his words went right to your core causing you to clench around him, he groaned at the contact, “f..faster pl- please ” you attempted to say, he agreed going much faster, “fuck!” you cried, you were felt a familiar sensation in your stomach, “m- close ” you manged to say

He just nodded, he felt himself grow closer as well, “dose this feel good?” he asked, his finger grasping your hair, “i said”, he thrusted roughly causing a sob to escape, “dose this feel good?” “yes! Feels so good” you'd manged to say to him

He just smiled evilly, and then and there your climax hit you like a train, you vision turned white, sparks of pleasure flowed threw your body, you sobbed at the feeling, one groaned as he had also reached his climax coming, inside your feeling you with his seed,

Your vision was blurred, you felt your head slightly throb, “such a pretty girl you did so good mm?” he creased your face, wiping your tears, suddenly you heard music, which caught both of you two,s attention,

Your favorite song was blasting threw your room, one, vecna stared at you as you stared at a portal like doorway, you saw your body floating as your friends, Dustin, Max, Steve and others, shouting your name for you to come back, you looked at him ,

who was now vecna, your eyes widen in fear, the sweet man, was now gone the one underneath was vecna, you knew what you had to do, you manged to bite his hand, he snarled in pain releasing you, you ran the portal was far, very far but you could get there

Vecna snarled as he waved his hand in which caused stuff to fly down from above you, you feel down a couple times getting up your friends voices grew louder, you grew closer, you turned around seeing one, standing back where you'd left him

He'd given up, you ran faster until your legs couldn't go anymore, even if you were half naked you didn't care , “am not done with you Y/N” one growled, soon you came back in contact with your body

you gasped falling down, Steve caught you, everyone worriedly gathered knew you, “we thought you were a goner!” shouted Steve, and Dustin, you laughed slightly, just happy you made it out alive, his words rang threw your head

“am not done with you Y/N”

#peter ballard #vecna imagine #henry creel #vecna x you #why did i do it #stranger things #why did i write this #screaming #Spotify #peter ballard smut #vecna smut

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jbsonlygf · 2 years

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my my😍

#stranger things 4 #stranger things #vecna/henry/one #001 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀ ooc ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ rambles ⠀ ❫#vecna smut #eddie munson #peter ballard smut #peter ballard #henry creel #stranger things smut

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voxmortuus · 2 years

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Peter Ballard | Vecna | 001

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2: Legacy +18

Switch!Vecna x Dark!Fem!Reader

A/N: Made a part 2 because I got a few readers asking for it. So why not? We love some of that Vecnussy! This story takes place a 1 year after Reader has given herself to Vecna Daddy. She’s pregnant and she’s gonna show her man that he is the ruler of the Upside Down for a reason. This is another of the reader’s diary recordings. Enjoy! Part 1

Summary: After losing his battle against El and her group of friends, Vecna feels discouraged. At first, he ignores you and it upsets you so much you try to get rid of your feelings for him. Now you’ll do what you can as his queen to cheer him up and show him his greatness and his future legacy.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: dom/sub undertones, pregnant!reader, pregnant sex, tentacle sex, p in v penetration (unprotected), evil!reader, dry humping, heavy making out, choking, spit kink, riding, daddy/master/king kink, slight queen/mommy kink, breeding kink, gentle-ish sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, if you squint praise kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral sex/fingering (f receiving), vecna/peter human and monster hybrid, some soft vecna & reader moments, a bit blasphemous

“Bring me Eleven.”

Those words still echo in your mind. It was the beginning of your torment and depression as you realized that wasn’t anything you could do to fulfill his request. You could tell that it would take a lot more than your kindness to lure the girl to you. She was some importance to him. Possibly his family.

You could only imagine what it would. be like if you were all a family together side by side and ruling the world.

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September 12, 1984

Dear Diary,

My heart hurts for the one I love. He is unhappy. That makes me unhappy, too. The girl is a lot stronger than we’ve anticipated. She has defeated the Demogorgan. I was so sure that we’d get her. She’s gotten reinforcements. Children and Adults fighting by her side. Humans.

It makes me angry. How on earth can a group of humans defeated an otherworldly monster? Although, the anthropologist in me finds them quite…fascinating. For a little girl to be capable of such power and defeat this lovecraftian creature, it’s revolutionary, to say the least.

Yet watching my king suffer at the hands of her actions overpowers my curiosity. My king commanded I’d bring her and I’ve tried to no avail. He’s shown me mercy despite this. So I will not let his plans of domination go in vain. I will make them pay.

September 18, 1984

Dear Diary,

Throughout the week, I’ve been feeling unwell. I’m convinced it is from stress. I can’t keep him happy and it drives me crazy. I want to be his peace. I’ve offered my body and soul to him. I worry this isn’t enough.

I’ve woken up at night in cold sweats and shivers my bed. No nightmares and no signs of Vecna. Had he left me alone? Is he disappointed in me? I couldn’t bare the thought of losing him. I couldn’t possibly go back to my mundane life amongst the cluelessness of humanity around me.

September 21, 1984

Dear Diary,

To spite my love, I’ve gone to church asking for the Good Priest forgiveness for my sins. I’ve sinned for loving you. You don’t love the way that I do. I love hard. I love devoted and committed. You’ve left me to deal with these emotions on my own so now I will pray to rid of them.

I’ve told the Priest of the night tremors, sweats, and the vomiting. He says the vomiting is my body’s way of dispelling the demons that live inside me. Honestly, I think he’s full of shit. The way he eyes my body says that he wants me. Maybe I should give myself to him instead. Even writing that in my journal made my body physically revolt at that thought.

There is no fixing me. I am broken. You’ve broken me for anyone else. Why does knowing that you’ve broken me fill me with a sense of worth? Is it because I was made to be ruined by you?

September 23, 1984

Dear Diary,

I’m…pregnant. I will have you again. I will make you happy, my king.

You approach Vecna who sat at his throne, distracting himself with his pet tarantula that crawled around on his hand. Getting on your knees in front of him, you kissed each clothed knee.

Not saying a word, he rubs the top of your head before resuming his attention back to the spider.

“My king, I have news for you.”

“Could it wait?” He says. It’s a tone mix of boredom and annoyance.

“I believe it could possibly wait but also I think you should know.”

“I’m not in any mood for your riddles.” He growls.

“No, my king. No riddles,” You sigh, wanting to find where to begin. “I’ve noticed you’ve been down. You haven’t paid me any attention, touched me, or used me for your pleasure, my lord. I confessed it made me angry to see you give up on me so easily when all I do is yearn for you. I went to seek religious advice to free your grasp from me but it proved futile. I’m helplessly in love and dedicated to you.”

He reaches out a hand cupping your face and you nuzzle into it. “I’m sorry I ever tried to remove yourself from me. It will never happen again.” You finished.

“I have apologies to you, Y/N. I haven’t been myself since battle. I’ve sent my monsters in place of myself thinking they could do the job and they’ve failed. I can’t let this continue. I need my vision to be viewed across the world.”

“And it will,” You cupped his face on either side still resting on your knees in front of him. “We won’t stop here. It is only the beginning. We shall be the ones to win the next time. You’re stronger and more intelligent than any of those pathetic mortals. That is part of why I serve you. I see the potential opportunities you can bring to this godless world. I am here to carry it out with you. By your side.”

He rises off his thrown, his tendrils whipping around him wildly like the snakes of medusa. You look up at him in awe and admiration.

“Stand, my queen.”

You do as he says, slowly rising and never once breaking eye contact. “Kiss me. Make me feel like I am worthy again.”

The tendrils coils around your waist, bringing your body close to his. “You are always worthy even without me in your life.”

“Don’t let me imagine life without you.” Your lips press against his and your wrap your arms around him.

This kiss is hungry and you knew that when Vecna became excited his vines would find themselves all around you, wanting to touch every inch. He wasn’t used to this kind of love. Someone who touched him the way you would. He was sure you’d find him scary and repulsive the first time you saw him, only having half of his former appearance mixed in with his monstrous look.

Little did he know, you found that side of him to be the sexiest. It was the best of both worlds to have the beautiful blue eyed, blonde haired, soft pink lips and chiseled face of his human beauty along with the otherworldlinesses of his body.

You craved him so bad, you tugged on the belt of his torn white pants, lifted leg to wrap around his waist, and ground against his growing erection. His hands gripping your butt. On most occasions, he’d chastised you for your greedy behavior but today it seemed that he desperately needed you against him, too.

The kiss became so heated that you’d stumbled back onto his throne chair. You straddled him, continuing to kiss and grind against him like your life depended on it. You yank at his shirt nearly tearing at the fabric that’s already been so damaged. He’s pleasantly surprised by this change of pace, groaning at your bold movements.

You were so wet that it seeped through your panties onto him. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered against his lips. He is in shock looking at you as if he hadn’t heard you right. He needed to hear you say it again.

“I’m with child. Your child.”

He looks pleased with this news. His excitement cannot be contained as he collides his lips onto yours. It’s a sloppy kiss filled with tongue and occasionally you sink your teeth into his bottom lip and suck on his tongue. You dried hump him like some kind of horny teenager and he approved. He enjoyed seeing those moments where you wanted him so badly that you were willing to break his rules.

“Fuck me, master. Take your frustrations out on me.” You groaned.

He slithers a tentacle between your bodies, teasing at your clit. The suctions on them causing you to sob under his touch. You bucked your hips wildly trying to feel the wet, slimy feeler running through your folds.

“I want you to fuck me,” He says. “Ride me on this throne. When I feel like I’ve had enough, I’ll take control,” He wraps a tentacle around your neck, threatening. “Don’t go be too greedy. I don’t want you to end up hurting yourself or my child.“

My Child.

“Yes, master.” Your eyes rolled back at the sound of him claiming what you’ve produced together. Enjoying him saying that and his tendril wrapped around your neck, you hadn’t noticed that he already lowered his pants and positioned you over him. You felt him bring his large hands down on your shoulders, lowering you onto his juicy, fat cock.

You gasp. “Holy fuck.”

He thrusts deep, bottoming out inside you. “Begin, my queen.”

Following his command, you bounced up and down on his lap. It felt so good to be filled with him again, you nearly passed out each time he hit against your spongy button. The slimy extender wraps tighter around you each time you did something that made him groan out loud.

“Does my queen feel like she’s getting all that she desires?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You cried out, voice slightly strained from the vine tightening. Not wanting to suffocate you, he removes his grip then slaps a wet tentacle on the side of your thigh.

“Faster, harder.” He orders, slapping the tentacle against another thigh.

You do just that, bringing your hands back to rest on his knees as you circled your hips then brought yourself up and down harder on his length. This position allowed him access to lift your dress, hanging it over your face and head, blocking your view. It didn’t matter to him though as this allowed him to focus on your tits bouncing with the force of each thrust and watching your glistening pussy swallow his huge length inside you. He moves your panties further to the side to witness the glorious sight, droplets of cum coating your puffy lips.

You’re so wet that the sounds of his vines adjusting was no competition to the squelching between your bodies. He snakes over your body letting you feel it writhe against your stomach and chest, using the tip of it to toy and pinch your nipples.

“I love how needy you are. Always making sure your king is happy. That is why you are so valuable to me.” He feels you clenching and unclenching around him knowing that this needed to be taken to another notch.

Pulling your dress up off of you, now you could see his face. He looked fucked out biting at his perfect lips. You kiss and teased his bottom lip and he rubs at your clit with a thumb. You were so close to falling apart in his hands. All he had to do was give you one hard thrust and you’d be melting.

Instead, he wraps the tendrils around your arms lifting you off of him. You groan at the loss of him, feeling yourself about to cry until he rests your back against the throne chair. He pulls your underwear down your legs, falling to his knees and dives his lips between them.

Your back arches of the seat, hands entangled in his hair. If anyone were to hear your cries, they’d assumed you were being tortured. They wouldn’t be to far off. It’s felt so good that didn’t seem humanly possible to experience.

At some point, you found yourself fighting against him, pulling at his hair harshly to make it stop but it only egged him on further. He sucks the juices off each lip and then moves his incredible long tongue up and down your slit then back at your clit to suck into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, master. I can’t take it. It’s too good.” You shook and gasped staccato breaths, trying to breathe normal but his mouth against won’t allow it. He dips his abnormally elongated fingers into you and you’re seeing stars.

You cum undone without warning, gushing all over his mouth, face, and hands. You didn’t expect to cum so suddenly or you would have told him. You quickly realize your mistake, apologizing profusely only to fall mute when he shoved his veiny cock into you once more.

You flung a hand over your mouth at the sudden fullness.

He’s breathing shakily against you, a tentacle pulling up at your hair so that you’d look him in the eyes while he took you. All you could do is stare at his electric eyes while you felt the delicious pressure coming and going inside you.

“Tell me I’ll be a good mommy, daddy. Need to hear that I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be a wonderful mommy. I will continue to make you one, too. You’d love for me to fill you with my cum.”

“Yes! Fuck yes!”

He rubs hard at your clit, spitting into your panting mouth simultaneously. You swallow with no hesitation, showing him your tongue. He sucks at your tongue now and ruts deeper and slower into you. The overstimulation causing a slight tickle sensation that was borderline painful but you loved it.

“I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy.”

“Uh-huh.” You encouraged.

“Gonna fill you up.”

“Yes, fill me up, daddy.”

“Gonna make you a mommy.”

“Please.” You whimpered.

He brings your head down to look between your bodies. “See how wet you are. Only your king can make you feel this way.” With another tentacle, he gather some of your creamy arousal, bringing it up to your lips. You wrap your mouth around it bobbing your head back and forth the way you’d do for his cock.

“I need you to cum with me.”

“Yes, daddy.” He slaps a hand down on your clit and your eyes bug out as another orgasm racks through you so violently, your head hits against the hard throne making you dizzy and enhancing the orgasm even more. You’re rendered delirious by this sensation.

Vecna spread your legs wider, each knee pressed against the arms of the chair as he ruts into you with sloppy, deep thrusts. He lets out a stretched out growl that is so sexy that you clenched around him so hard, he’s unable to thrust out again. His spurts of cum hit around your walls and you relish in it, closing your eyes to feel his hot cum deep inside you.

You’re both sweaty and panting. He’s hovered over you. Your eyes locking and staring at each other intensely. You don’t want him to pull out just yet, grabbing onto his shirt.

“I love you, my king,” You kissed his forehead not minding that it was covered in sweat while running your hands through his hair and straightening it. “I look forward to building this new world with you. Your legacy shall live in for as long as I am your queen.”

Vecna had never seen such a wicked soul. For the first time, he had an ally. He knew love. He could finally smile.

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droopycoquette · 1 year

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Taken Care Of 3 || Peter Ballard x Reader

<Part 2

Summary: You want to repay Peter for all the things he’s done for you

Warnings: dom!peter, ddlg themes, smut, spanking, fem!reader, dark!peter, oral(m. receiving), praise kink

Word Count: 4.3k

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Peter.

That’s all you could think about. His words, scent, and touch clouded your mind, making it so you couldn’t think. He continued to leave the house and cater to your every need.

“I’m going to get supplies darling.”

“We need more food, I’ll be back in a little while.”

“You need more clothes, my love.”

You wanted for nothing with him, he always knew what you needed before you even realized that you needed it. Your skin tingled with his touch, his tongue doing wonders to your body, your nerves constantly on fire. He did everything for you.

What was keeping him from leaving you? What could you do for him?

You couldn’t do anything, you were practically helpless without him, not knowing a thing about the world. Not knowing how to handle a neighbor saying hello or a dog barking outside. Peter was the only thing keeping you afloat in the world, the only person you trusted.

And yet, even though you wanted desperately to be somewhat helpful to Peter you couldn’t help but cringe at the sound of the door being knocked on.

“Hello? Is anyone home,” the voice called.

You could tell that it was a male, several of them.

“We know you’re in there, we just want to talk,” he continued.

You wanted to curl in on yourself, to feel Peter wrap his arms around you and tell you everything was going to be alright. You tried to control your breathing but found yourself suffocating, the shirt you were wearing beginning to feel tight. The weight of the world was heavy on your shoulders as your head raced in a panic.

“Please go away,” you called back weakly, knowing that they wouldn’t hear you.

The knocking continued to get louder and louder, more aggressive. You were taken back to when you were at the lab, the guards beating on your door to get you up in the morning. The white walls and smell of disinfectant, the constant click-clacking of heeled nurses walking on tile so clean that you could see your reflection in it. The needles that poked at your inner elbow every day, the loud buzzing of tasers, and the soft, mean sound of papa’s voice. Peter could have left you there. But he didn’t.

Stop being useless and do something for once.

“I’m coming,” you called softly, before cautiously walking to the door.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your need for Peter showing more and more as you inched your way to the door. Every day reinforced your dependence on him. How could he go out there and not die from fear? You couldn’t even answer the door without trembling.

“Yes,” you said meekly trying to look them in the eyes but failing.

“Hello ma’am,” one said.

You glanced at them quickly noting their matching green jackets and intimidating auras.

“Did you need something,” you whispered.

“What,” one asked not hearing you. “Lady, are you alright?”

“Andy shut up,” the blond one said sharply making you jump slightly. “Ma’am we’re looking for this kid. Have you seen him?”

He held up a picture of an unruly-looking kid with long hair and a crooked smile. He looked harmless.

“I’m afraid I haven’t,” you got out. “I’m sorry.”

You began to close the door and back away, seeing as you had answered their question. You felt a slight twinge of confidence enter your system at the successful socialization before a hand blocked you from closing the door.

Something was wrong, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

“Sorry, but um,” the blond one chuckled, trying to come off as harmless. “See, this kid has done some really bad things.”

You saw nothing more than a threat in them. What were they still doing here? Are they like the guards? Would Peter be mad if they died? You didn’t want Peter mad at you.

“He killed someone, ya know,” he continued trying to push himself into the house.

Would Peter be mad if you didn’t kill them? Who were they to Peter? WHAT IF THEY’RE FROM THE…

“Hey!”

All you’re heads snapped to the sound of the voice, a car now there.

“What are you doing?”

Peter.

You sighed internally.

“Sorry sir, we’re just asking this young lady if she’s seen, someone. We didn’t mean to bother her.”

You opened your mouth to object but closed it, scared of arguing.

“Really,” Peter mocked, getting out of the car and making powerful strides toward you, anger displayed on his features.

“Yeah, man. No need to worry,�� the one with the hat said.

“Why don’t you go and ask someone else about your missing person,” Peter seethed, continuing to look at the blond one.

“Hey, why don’t you mind your own business,” the one with the hat stated pushing Peter on the chest.

You felt a low buzz of electricity enter your system, anger, and fear overloading your brain. Your breathing was becoming sporadic not knowing what to do, just knowing that Peter could be hurt. You didn’t want him to get hurt.

Peter snapped his eyes to you before shaking his head and signaling you to stop.

“Take your posse and leave. We don’t want any trouble,” he growled still paying no mind to the one that pushed him, focusing all his attention on the blond, angering Andy.

“Andy,” the blonde one shouted making him freeze. “They didn’t do anything, let’s go. We’re awfully sorry ma’am.”

He paused to look at you.

“Sir,” he acknowledged Peter before walking away, hiding a snake hiss in his eyes.

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“Why did you open the door,” Peter asked, a soft glare on his features. “You know the rules and yet you disobeyed me.”

You felt the seam of the sofa dig into the back of your thigh as you chewed on the flaky skin from your lips in embarrassment.

“I just wanted to,” you started softly.

“Oh, you wanted to,” he mocked. “Tell me what did you want to do?”

You looked down, realizing that you couldn’t argue you’re point, your fingers began to pick at the skin near your cuticle, the dry skin catching on the sharp of your fingernail. Your tear ducts burned with unspilled tears and your lungs suffocated you, as you tried to regulate your breathing.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.”

Peter seethed above you, a vein popping at his temple. You heard him pop his neck and sigh, realizing that you did the exact opposite of what you wanted. You had stressed him out even more, making yourself a nuisance.

“I didn-,” you began.

“Stop talking,” he growled, his tone clipped and chilled.

He had never used that tone with you before, only with two and three when they bullied you.

“I don’t have the energy to punish you,” he sighed, rubbing his temple. “Just go to our room and stay there while I make dinner.”

You wanted to speak up yet didn’t want to stress him out more, so you trudged to your shared room with your head hung low. The floor felt sharp on your feet as the cold seeped into your bones through your socks, bringing goosebumps to your skin. You could hear Peter sighing, then his footsteps walking towards the kitchen.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered to yourself, knowing that he wouldn’t hear you.

You continued to your bedroom and plopped down on the bed. The bed, which was usually a source of comfort, only brought more negative thoughts as you clamored under the covers. The hurt you felt continued to grow, leaving you emotionally exhausted. Your limbs felt heavy against the soft bedding and your eyelids began to droop. You could feel the sleepiness wrap around your eyes, as the world started to become dark.

“Fuck!”

You jumped, heart beating faster at the noise. Your hands tremored at the scare as you blinked the sleep from your eyes. Your feet moved before you could think, rushing to the sound of the noise. Peter. You could hear your feet hitting the floor in small pitter patters. You knew how Peter felt about you running in the house but you couldn’t help it, the sound of his distress making you panic.

“Peter,” you called out as you reached the kitchen, slightly sliding in the socks you wore as you came to an abrupt stop.

“I’m fine, dear,” Peter strained, holding his finger over the sink under running water.

You could see the blood sprinkled in the water as it ran down the drain. You watched as his blonde curls fell over his eyes while he watched his cut finger bleed. Your heart yearned for him to look at you with love as he did the night before. The vein that was previously there was gone, replaced with a frustrated furrow of his brow.

“Let me help,” you said softly.

“No,” Peter started with a small shake of his head. “Go back to ou-”

“Please let me help,” you whimpered cutting him off.

You played with your fingers and found yourself trying to look at Peter in his eyes, failing every time.

“I want to prove that I can be useful.”

With a small step, you gently grabbed ahold of his cut hand and led him to the bathroom. Peter relished the feel of your hands on him, even if he was mad at you. He smiled as he heard the soft sound of your clothed feet on the cold hardwood floors. His heart warmed at the look on your face, desperate to please him and make up for your mistake.

“Sit,” you commanded softly, motioning for him to sit on the toilet.

“Yes ma’am,” he grinned, following your instructions.

You ran back to the kitchen in a hurry, as if Peter’s life was on the line. The cold was forgotten as you rushed to find the first aid kit under the sink. You smiled softly to yourself at the thought of Peter being happy with you again, being proud of you.

Praising you.

Your thighs clenched at the thought of his sweet words. Memories ran through your head as you gathered the things you needed to nurse Peter’s cut.

“Is everything alright,” Peter called, growing tired of waiting.

“Yes,” you called back rushing to finally be done.

You gathered everything in your arms and rushed back to the bathroom, kicking yourself for spacing out when Peter needed you.

“Someone took her time,” Peter joked, hands itching to grab you and hold you close.

“Sorry, Peter. I-” you paused. “-couldn’t find the first aid kit.”

Peter hummed in acknowledgment before going silent and allowing you to work. You kneeled before him to inspect the wound, holding the cut close to your face. The cut was small but deep, which was why it kept bleeding.

“How did you cut yourself so bad,” you questioned, worry etched on your face as you looked up at him.

“Well, I wasn’t paying attention,” Peter smiled.

“Oh,” you said softly, returning your focus to the bleeding finger. “I’ll clean up all the blood and-”

Peter zoned out as you continued to talk, no doubt trying to make up for your mistake, not knowing that Peter had already forgiven you. The real reason he wasn’t paying attention was that he was annoyed with himself. How could he have let you stay home alone for so long?

“My love,” he began, cutting you off.

“Yes,” you replied, smiling up at him softly as you finished bandaging his finger.

The sight of you between his legs, smiling at him on your knees had him adjusting himself and spreading his legs to ease the strain against his pants. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, while you looked up at him confused, with one hand on his and the other on his knee.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “I am angry that you opened the door for strangers, knowing that you shouldn’t.”

You shrunk into yourself, looking down ashamed.

“I’m really sorry, Peter,” you whispered, your voice barely there.

“I know, dear. However, like said, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long-”

“Peter, no,” you started. “You do all these things for me and all I do is sit around and do nothing. I’m powerful and I can hurt people too and yet I ca-.”

“I’d never want you to do that, it’s my job to take care of you,” Peter elaborated, cutting you off and placing his hands on your cheeks. “Come here.”

He moved you to his lap and bit his lip at the friction you provided. The thin pants you were wearing didn’t do much, the texture of your underwear rubbing against his thigh.

“But I want to take care of you too,” you whispered, looking down at your fingers.

“What,” Peter smiled softly, leaning his ear into you.

“I want to take care of you too,” you repeated into his ear.

Your cuteness made Peter chuckle. Your wide eyes showing your sincerity as you fiddled with your fingers was a sight that made Peter’s cheeks turn maroon.

“You want to take care of me,” Peter laughed, his blond curls bouncing in delight.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “What’s so funny about that.”

Your heart had dropped the moment Peter began to laugh.

“No, my love, I’m not laughing at you. Don’t pout at me.”

You didn’t stop pouting, in fact, you were closer to tears than you were dry eyes.

“I promise I’m not laughing at you,” Peter continued, calming down. “You’re just so cute.”

You stayed silent.

Peter took your silence as you not believing him and brought his hands to your waist.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

You did as he said silently, looking down in embarrassment, slightly cringing and feeling the cold floor on your feet.

“Look at me,” he commanded once more.

With a sigh you brought your eyes to him, fighting against the urge to look down again. Peter’s hands found the back of your thighs and began to rub them gently.

“You want to take care of me,” he questioned once more.

You nodded again, bringing your gaze back down to the floor.

“Ah-ah,” Peter tutted. “Look at me.”

Your eyes stuttered as you tried to look at him once more, feeling your feet shift in place, the weight of Peter’s gaze heavy. Peter couldn’t help but swoon at your dilemma, he knew of your upbringing in the lab and how hard it was for you to look at people. However, he couldn’t care less. He needed your eyes on him. There was something about having your eyes on him, knowing of the things he’s done, and still being able to have your soft, loving gaze on him. Wanting him.

“There we go,” he praised, once you finally looked at him. “So pretty.”

You fought hard not to look back down, the compliment melting your insides and making your heart beat faster. Your hands shook as you brought them to Peter’s firm shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“Come with me,” Peter stood suddenly, grabbing your hands off his shoulders and placing kisses on both of them.

You followed behind him dutifully, walking to your shared room. Peter finally dropped your hands and began to unbutton his shirt, facing away from you. You couldn’t do anything but stand there, waiting for his instructions. Feeling a now familiar rush enter your veins and find a home in your brain, the same thrill you got when Peter first put his tongue on you. Your chest began to rise and fall quicker and quicker, thickly swallowing, and shifting where you stood.

“Sit on the bed,” he instructed, turning around and running his hands through his hair.

You were quick to listen and obey, rushing to the bed and sitting dutifully. You looked up at him expectedly.

“Aren’t you an eager little thing,” he chuckled softly, making his way to you slowly.

You shivered as he took his time to walk over to you, feeling his warmth as he stood in between your legs. You looked up at him as he weaved his fingers into your hair, softly tugging at the strands, careful not to hurt you. He looked down at you with love and admiration, a sharp contrast to how he looked at you earlier.

“Kiss me,” Peter commanded, leaning down to meet your lips.

You connected your lips and brought your hands to his waist, feeling his milky skin against yours. Peter moaned at the feeling of your icy fingertips on his bare waist, fingers tightening around your hair as he reacted to your touch. Your tongues danced around each other, slipping and rolling, saliva rolling down your chin and dripping onto your lap. The lack of oxygen had your stomach spinning, making you try to pull your head away for air. But Peter refused to give you a break, following where your head went and pulling you closer to him.

He moved to straddle you, placing his knees on either side of your hips. His chest now coming into contact with yours, feeling your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Don’t,” he paused to kiss you again, hands caging your face. “Pull away from me.”

He kissed you once more as if he was a kid in a pool coming up for air before.

“You wanted to take care of me, so you will.”

His chest rose and fell with yours. The tidal wave in your stomach was jump-started as your nipples rubbed together with his, causing him to grind into you.

“Fuck,” he whimpered against you, before nipping at your bottom lip.

He continued to straddle you as he caught his breath, hands still caging your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His eyes searched yours, loving the feel of them on him. He got up slowly, moving to lay against the pillows, the same position you were in when he tasted you.

“Come here,” he demanded, still out of breath.

His curls fell over his eyes while his cheeks were a rosy shade of pink, his lips coated in saliva, not knowing if it was yours or his. He watched as you crawled over to him, straddling him as he had done you. You felt the fabric of his jeans rub against your core, making you subconsciously grind against his thigh.

“Look at you,” he smiled, his hands finding your waist. “Humping my leg like a dog. I thought you wanted to take care of me.”

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, hips stilling at his words.

You fought against the urge to grind once more as you gazed at his figure. His milky skin was littered with scratches some from you and some from the guards at the lab, his curls fell perfectly onto the pillows that surrounded him, his pupils dilated as he looked at you with a predatory glare.

“Take my pants off,” he instructed firmly, looking at you through hooded eyes.

Silently and nervously, you slid down to allow yourself to take off his belt and unbutton his pants. Peter watched you fervently, feeling every twitch of your fingers, watching as your brows furrowed in concentration. Your desire to please him leaking onto your face. Your fingers fiddled with his belt, latching onto the leather and slowly dragging it out of the loopholes.

“There you go,” Peter breathed, hand mindlessly toying with his curls.

You held your breath as you unbuttoned his pants slowly, making sure not to mess up. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move with anticipation. You didn’t want to disappoint him, not after everything he’s done for you. As you pulled at his pants your thighs rubbed together, finding a little friction on your clit before yelping at Peter’s hand on your ass.

“Stop that,” he commanded. “I thought tonight was about me? I don’t want to have to keep reminding you, my love.”

“I’m sorry, Peter. I won’t do it again,” you frowned, internally beating yourself up.

The look on your face only made Peter harder, he was only teasing but the fact that you had taken it seriously showed your dedication. His chest rose and fell quicker, his lip finding its way between his teeth, and his hand coming down from your ass to find your head, caressing your hair. He picked his hips up to assist you and you brought your eyes up to him, a silent ‘thank you’ swirling in your eyes. He felt the denim leaving his legs finally, gazing upon you as you looked at him expectedly, awaiting instruction. Your eyes flit from his cock, to his face, and then down at your fingers, his gaze too scary for you to handle and his cock too vulgar for you to comprehend.

“Lick it,” he said simply. “Just like those lollipops papa would give you after completing your tasks.”

Your body began moving of its own accord. Your lips quirked up in an interested manner but your eyes betrayed you. You had no idea what you were doing. Your fingers stuttered as you reached out for his dick, barely holding it, as if it would break in your hands.

“Hold it tighter,” he breathed, abs quivering in excitement, longing to feel your mouth.

Following his instruction, you gripped his dick harder, your breathing getting shallower as you brought it to your lips. Peter held his breath as he felt yours on his tips, the warmth of your exhales tickling the head of his cock. You adjusted yourself, laying down on your stomach. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you licked his dick from base to tip, tasting his pre as you swallowed.

“There we go,” he breathed. “Give me some more. Relax your throat.”

Peter gazed at you through hooded eyes, enjoying how you became more adventurous. Wrapping your lips around his head and swirling your tongue around it, playing with his slit out of curiosity. His hands gripped the sheets, veins popping around his forearms. He wanted to be gentle with you and ease you into this but, you were making it extremely difficult.

“Stroke it. Yes, just like that,” he whined. “Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

Tears kissed your eyes at his words, that’s all you wanted. To be told that you were helping him, being good. Your hand dragged up and down while you played with his tip, tongue rolling against the underside of his head. Peter’s hips bucked, throwing you off balance and making you release his cock.

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, my dear.”

Your hand found his length once more, stroking it slowly sending Peter into a frenzy.

“Don’t be,” you whimpered. “It just caught me off guard.”

Learning from the experience, you leaned back down and took him in your mouth, going further than the tip, forcing your head down. Peter let out a guttural moan at this, making the butterflies in your stomach erupt. Your eyes flitted up to look at him and the sight that greeted you was heavenly. His curls were matted, sticking up in odd places. His face was flushed completely, a soft red making its way down his neck. His lips were swollen and saliva kissed, opened in a permanent ‘o’. Finally, one arm was behind his head holding onto the pillows and the other was holding onto the sheets, his muscles on full display for you; flexing and relaxing at the stimulation you were giving.

You came back up for a split second, taking a deep breath, saliva still connecting your lips to his cock, before going back down. One of your hands came up to stabilize yourself, placing your palm flat on his lower abdomen, and the other continued to stroke the base of his dick. You closed your eyes, as you tried to look relax your throat, struggling to control your gag reflex. Tears tickled your cheeks as you tried to hold yourself there. Opening your eyes, you looked up at him again.

“You look so beautiful,” he breathed hooded eyes finding yours.

You whimpered at that, coming back up, and stroking his cock in response, not wanting him to go a minute without pleasure. The drool left behind allowed your hand to move faster. Peter’s chest mirrored your hand moving faster and faster, his pants whiny and light. His thighs quivered as pleasure coursed through him, sparks of electricity causing him to buck into your hand. Squeezing him tighter and keeping your speed, you watched on your stomach as his toes curled at the overwhelming delight. You brought your mouth back over to his tip, swirling his head.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned, saliva sticking to his throat making it hard to swallow.

His hips didn’t stop bucking, your mouth bringing his ecstasy closer and closer, his head spinning at the warmth and stickiness around his cock. His veins around his arms continued to pop as he clenched at the duvet, constant sparks laying claim to his lower back before jumping down to his toes and back up to his head, his orgasm surprised you. Warm, sticky ropes of white shooting to the back of your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

Small ‘hahs’ and ‘mmhs’ left Peter’s lips as he tried to catch his breath. A small trickle of cum escaped from the corner of your mouth, making Peter shiver as you looked up at him with an innocent look of shock. You felt his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair as he looked at you with love and pride, a small smile falling onto your lips.

“I might have to use your mouth more often, my love,” he sighed, his hand coming down to your cheek. “You took care of me so well.”

His thumb captured the liquid pleasure dripping down your chin before forcing it back into your mouth, loving the feeling of your tongue swirling around his finger.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

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A/n: This will be the last part of the Taken Care Of series. I hope ya'll enjoyed it ♡

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oddussy420 · 10 months

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People need to take advantage of the rockstar au for stranger things enough. Like you dont have to strain to make oc’s.

Like you could do rivals like eddie and billie or steve

And Henry creel the lead singer of the band Vecna. ARE YOU KIDDING MEEE?! Fucking JAMIEEE?!?!

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eddiesleftbuttcheek · 2 years

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The Aftermath | 18+ Jamie Campbell Bower

Okay so this is my first time writing something like this so I’m sorry if it’s bad, this is also my first proper post on tumblr and I am still figuring out how it works in saying that I am aware that people steal works from here and post them to third party sites which if anyone even wanted to steal this YOU DO NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION TO. Yes this is just the start of my account so I will be posting more. Hope you like it :) this also is not an in depth story - it is more like a head canon I guess? So anything I write from now will be more detailed lol

WARNINGS : mentions of masturbation (m&f), oral (f receiving), mention of choking, more smut than fluff.

For the next few days it’s all you can think about; his kisses trailing down your body, the lingering feeling sticking with you after every one. His hands roaming you, in your hair, on your hips, around your throat, exploring every part of you with his loving touch, the feeling so intense that you swear you were in heaven.

You kicked yourself for not realising how he felt about you sooner, considering you had liked him for months but, then again, he was your best friend and you thought that if you told him how you felt he would’ve hated you, you thought he would end the friendship and yell at you to get out of his house and never speak to him again, you thought he would block your number and wouldn’t ever want to see you again. But that wasn’t the case. That was just your late night overthinking that always happened after you finished masturbating thinking about your off-limits (or so you thought off-limits) best friend. It was getting harder every time you saw him, it was getting more and more frequent that you found yourself looking too long at his soft lips, his deep eyes or his gorgeous hands, the feeling of arousal that you got whenever he caught you doing so, hoping he would do something, anything to tell you what you were feeling was okay. But of course he never did. And so still you found yourself as usual lying in your bed at night feeling so guilty for masturbating to the thought of your best friend.

Little did you know that he did the same. He had suspicions of how you felt, he had caught you staring at his lips and hands a few times but he never really thought anything of it due to him feeling the same way as you; the guilt he felt after jerking off to the thought of what you would feel like under him, how you would feel rocking against his body in time with his thrusts, the moans that would come out of your pretty mouth and your lips against his as you both came down from the euphoric feeling being too crushing whenever he looked at you to even hope you felt the same way. He thought you would do the same, never want to speak to him again, block his number from your phone and yell at him for having such dirty thoughts about his best friend.

Which is why it was so shocking for you both to hear that the other felt the same way. Neither of you had intended to tell the other how you felt ever, but sitting there on the couch watching a movie and sitting so close together that it could almost be classed as cuddling just felt so… Domestic, so right that you just couldn’t hold it in anymore, you had to tell him how you felt. So, you sat up fully, paused the movie and turned your body to face him. His face had confusion written all over it, obviously having no idea what you were about to say.

The first kiss you two shared was after the confession. He was surprised to hear that you felt the same way about him even though he had his suspicions and you were shocked to learn he actually had feelings for you too. He made the first move. It was only a few moments after you told each other how you felt, you were both staring at the other, waiting to see who would do it, who would draw the line and take the step there would be no going back from. He started to lean in slowly and your heart was beating so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if he heard it. His lips brushed against yours, you let out a gasp at the feeling of being this close to him, a soft “Jamie” leaving your lips before he finally pressed his to yours. It felt as if everything clicked into place at that moment, as if the whole universe shifted and just fell into the right spot, you’re heart ~somehow~ sped up even more, threatening to beat out of your chest as Jamie kissed you with such an intense but soft passion. Small moans left your mouth as the kiss began getting more heated, his tongue slipping into your mouth and falling into a delicious rhythm with yours that made your skin break out into gooseflesh. Hands started to roam each other’s bodies, yours moving to grip onto his hair and his stopping just below your breast bone, he pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss and his left hand moved to grip your ass as the other went back to where it was before under your breast.

Somehow you made it to the bedroom, clothes long since discarded and thrown in random little piles around the floor. You were on the bed, laying on your back with Jamie on top of you, his arms on either side of your head to support his weight as he slowly ground down on you, pants and soft moans left both of your mouths, you both needed more, so much more. He stopped his movements and a disappointed moan escaped your lips before you realised and he chuckled as he kissed your chest, slowly moving down kissing to your stomach, your lower abdomen and stopped at your pubic bone. You looked down at his place between your thighs, face full of shock as he smirked up at you before moving down and kissing you where you needed it most.

It had only been a few days but you were sure you had thought about that night at least a hundred times now, blushing and feeling the familiar twinge of arousal start to pool in your stomach. It was all he thought about for the days that came after it too, he kept thinking about how good you tasted, how amazing you smelled and how your moans were somehow even better than he imagined.

You were both so glad you finally confessed.

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