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medium-rare-bimbo · 9 months

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Fastest thoughts in the west

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MINORS DNI

May contain: dub con, drugging, dark themes, dark characters

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♡ mean! hopper shoving your face in the dirt as he fucks you from behind, you've been so bratty recently and when he got the opportunity to search the woods with you he took it, only so he could teach you to respect him as chief of police

♡ robin x cheerleader reader, making out with Robin in the music room closet then trying to stay silent as someone enters the room, it's hard when your both finger fucking eachother

♡ Eddie fucking you on a mattress he brought into the woods, its covered in cum stains but he doesnt want you to hurt your pretty little body on the various sticks and stones when he fucks you <3

♡ bully! Reader getting put in her place by billy after she mouths off one too many times

♡ dark! Pervy! stepbrother! Eddie/billy/steve/Jonathan, just think they would all perv on the cute little play thing that recently entered their lives, maybe you're taken In by wayne, maybe your Max's sister, maybe steve parents divorced and saw other people, perhaps you're even hoppers daughter. Either way theyd all somehow trick you into sex and be so mean to you

♡ being Nancy's best friend and helping her cum after being denied by steve/Jonathan, sucking her clit and fingering her soaking pussy while telling her that you would never let her leave the house without cumming

♡ eddie paying the cheerleaders in drugs to bully you just so he can comfort you with his cock

♡ scumbag! billy taking you to hang out with his friends (perhaps scumbag! Steve + x creepy perv! Jonathan + eddie who pretends to be nice to get in your pants) who tease you until you're crying, billy then letting you sit and cockwarm him with your head in his shoulder as he rubs your back comforting you as he talks to his friends as if you're not there

♡ dark! Mean! Eddie taking pleasure in turning popular! Bratty! Stuck up! Reader into a gross mess, he'd bend you over at the dingy bar he plays at fucking you near the dumpsters as he degrades you for liking his cock

♡ mean! hopper spanking you so hard you cant sit down for a week, pressing on the bruises that form as he pushes your legs up to your chest as his fat cock hits all the right spots. You dont know if you should be crying from the pleasure or the pain

♡ cutting your lip on Eddie's ring when his hands cover your mouth to keep you quiet

♡ virgin! 001 x virgin! Reader exploring eachothers bodies whenever they get the opportunity

♡ eddie making bimbo! Reader keep DnD dice in her bra just so he can stick his hand in her tits infront of his friends

♡ Jonathan and argyle getting you high just so their hands can wonder

♡ hopper, eddie, steve, billy and Jonathan cumming into shot glasses so bimbo! Reader can try to guess whose cum belongs to who

♡ robin fucking you with a double ended dildo

♡ someone already wrote about this but its honestly my favourite thought, eddie fishing his rings out of your pussy!!!! I love it so much <3 serious brainrot, like to think that he prolongs the finding just so he can see you cum plus the bonus is that he knows his ring has been baptized and blessed by your pussy

♡ 001 with sex pollen, it makes you both go wild and you're fucking like rabbits until you're both passed out and found by the facility higher ups

♡ drugged! Reader gets gangbanged <3<3<3<3

♡ wearing short dresses so everyone can see the Hickies and bite marks that travel to your thighs

♡ mrs wheeler spoiling you with food, freshly baked goods, orgasms and makeup for being such a good friend to her daughter

♡ farmers daughter! Reader getting corrupted by billy whose forced to do work on your father's farm by Neil

♡ being stuffed with various objects to stretch you out by whoever from multiple pens, makeup brushes, a hairbrush and any other type of round object they could find. You should be grateful that they're even stretching you out

♡ scumbag! Rockstar! Eddie x naive! Fan! reader, he invites you back to his room where he convinces you (with his fat juicy pierced cock) to go on tour with him and be his pretty lil girlfriend

♡ dark! scumbag! Rockstar! Eddie fucking popstar! Reader out of jealousy after her song takes over his in the charts

♡ mrs wheeler helping new mom! Reader with her milk filled tits after they become so sore and swollen from not enough use

♡ mean! Whoever x crybaby reader, they pull your panties just so they pinch your clit, they bend you over their lap when you're with their friends just so you flash them all, you cry and try to wriggle away but you're not strong enough

♡ being the office slut in the police station but no one is allowed to do anything about it as your hoppers slut so everyone has to get blue balls

♡ working at a cute lil diner with your short little dress, having hopper as your favourite customer especially when he slips his fingers in you as a tip

♡ mean! perv! 001 x innocent reader -stealing your used panties then blackmailing you with them, knowing that he will get in trouble for having them rather then you

♡ 001 putting a muzzle on feral experiment! Reader when he fucks her to show dominance

♡ bully! Reader making fun of Steve for getting no pussy only for her to be bent over in a alleyway with his cock balls deep in her

♡ thoughts go especially hard about my braces being caught on Eddie's pubes <3 makes me like my braces more when I think of the getting caught on his rings too <3<3<3

♡ speaking of braces heres some thoughts about them, some self indulgence if you will

- mean! Billy sewing your mouth shut with elastics after you get bratty with him

- steve liking the feeling if them catching on his cock

- vampire! Eddie jissing you more when your braces make your gums bleed, let's you spit in his mouth <3<3

- making your lip bleed when they try to cover your mouth and accidentally pressing too hard

♡ anyway back to your scheduled program

♡ hopper x puppy kink!!! Hed call you a good girl, youd have a little tail plug and a pair of cute fluffy ears. Hed fuck you so hard from behind and youd take it because that's what your made for

♡ your boyfriend calling you while they're balls deep you not stopping when the phone rings, forcing you to answer and speak as if you arent clenching around them

♡ robin making you squirt after you worry that you're not able to after your boyfriend couldnt hit the spot

♡ having bruises on you hips from how hard they throw you back on them

♡ Fucking in the park in the summer!! short dress, cute frilly socks and soft cotton panties that get shown when the wind blows or when you bend over to open the picnic basket !!!! <3<3<3

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #argyle x reader #jonathan byers x reader #tw: stepcest #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #karen wheeler x reader #joyce byers x reader #murray bauman x reader #001 x reader #henry creel x reader #vecna x reader #chrissy Cunningham x reader

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plutoswritingplanet · 2 years

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White Rabbit (Peter Ballard x Female!Reader)

PART 2

a/n: how close can i get to writing monsterfricking before being called a monsterfricker?

Warnings: NON-CON (nothing too explicit, but still, be warned, be safe), bathroom-donging (once again), extensive use of a 80′s rock song as a plot device

Summary: Vecna’s Curse finally comes to take what’s his. Only thing is, he doesn’t look like the monster your friends described.

Edit: Y'all are actually insane for giving this fic so many notes. There will be part two, most certainly, after the finale comes out. I will tag everyone in notes and in my askbox. With peace and love, what the fuck

There is a clock, ticking inside your head. It's sound filling every crevice of your brain, seeping into every fiber of your being, rattling every bone in your body until you're unable to move. You know what it means, you've seen what comes after it. The mutilated corpses of a cheerleader and that press kid are burned into your consciousness. Then, Max, floating above the graveyard, her blue eyes rolled grotesquely into the back of her head.

You haven't told anyone, as the team runs around Hawkins, looking for any clues that could help them stop Vecna's Curse.

Speaking of which, you are yet to see the abomination causing your imminent demise. It terrifies you to your very core, but under that overbearing feeling, there is another one. Curiosity. Danger feels heavy on your shoulders, and you love it, the thrill it gives you. Besides, shall things go south, you have a recorder by your side, "White Rabbit" by Jefferson's Airplane recorded on a small cassette, ready for trouble. "You can do this", is a mantra you've been telling yourself for hours now, you can survive.

The Wheeler house is lively with worried chatter, parents lamenting over their kids, in trouble again, and with the Hawkins Police nonetheless. You're sitting in the living room, head hanging low, fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt, which is currently covered in stains of various origin. Moss, mud, some blood, although you don't know where it came from. All the fault will undoubtedly fall on your shoulders. Being the only adult on scene, the only one getting caught. You curse under your breath, thinking of your friends, old and new, currently stuck in the Upside Down. Leaving you to handle everything else on the surface.

It has been a hassle, the interrogation. You got put into a stuffy room with Officer Calahan, who was strangely excited at the prospect of potentially locking up a bunch of kids, for whatever reason. It won't happen, obviously, but you're not here to break his bubble. He asks you questions with an aura of sarcastic authority, giving you patronizing nods, whenever you answer. You want to punch him, not only because your friends are currently in mortal danger, and you could do so much more to help them, if he'd just let you out. There is also the sound of a ticking clock, coming from behind his back, and the suspense drives you insane.

And a spider. Fat and dangerous, it traverses the expanse of the man's shoulder, but when you blink, it's gone.

- Can I use the bathroom? - you ask, voice barely containing all the emotions you were feeling.

The Officer looks at you, startled, as you had just interrupted another one of the monologues. He blinks, as you turn your head, and blinks again, processing your words.

- Yeah - he sounds dumbfounded.

Before the man can say anything more, you bolt out of the room, to the corridor basked in warm light of the ornate chandelier. The ticking is louder here, seemingly just a smidge away from your ear, and slowly, as if not to startle the hallucination, you turn your head left. There, on a cream wall, where normally a lovely family photo of the Wheeler's would hang, you find a round face of a grandfather's clock, staring back at you. One hand comes to life, lazily sliding from one minute to the other, a rusty clank of the mechanism filling your ears. There is a sinking feeling in your stomach, as you force your eyes away from the clock.

The world spins around you, as you fall through the bathroom door, closing it behind you. Your hands shake, as you reach for the recorder, fingers fumbling around the headphones you hastily pull over your ears. One click later, and a familiar base enters your brain, the sound of the clock barely recognizable beneath the drums.

- One pill makes you larger - you mutter under your breath, leaning heavily on the sink.

You try to control your breathing, focus on the steady rise and fall of your chest, still muttering the lyrics, like a prayer. The feeling persists, however, and you begin to sway in your place. The mirror shows your disheveled reflection in an almost mocking manner. Hair is sticking to your sweaty face, there are tears framing your eyes, and you're ghastly pale, worryingly so. Unable to focus, you close your eyes, shutting your eyelids tight. trying to block out everything but the music. Specks of light dance beneath your eyelids, and you try to follow their irregular paths, anything to bring you back.

Yet, that ticking sound is persistent, almost impatient. Waiting for the song to end. And with a click of finality, it does. Your heart jumps to your chest, as silence finally engulfs you. Your right hand flies to the Cassette player, fingers immediately finding the rewind button. Your eyes stay shut, as you listen to the whirling of the tape. And the ticking, always the ticking. Finally, it stops. A breath of relief shakes you.

- Don't play it again.

Your eyes fly open, as you give a startled gasp. The bathroom is empty, only your wracked figure reflected in the mirror. But something is wrong, you can feel it at the base of your neck, where the hairs stand up on guard. It doesn't feel like the Upside Down, doesn't look like it too, and yet, you can't shake the ever present sensation of indescribable dread.

Slowly, your fingers skim the play button, the plastic ridges dig into your skin, as you press down.

Then, something catches your hand. Delicately, like it's holding a flower.

You nearly scream, thrashing in the bathroom, turning harshly towards the shower, nails digging into the porcelain edge of the sink. Empty. Nothing.

Your heart stammers out of your chest, blood rushing through your ears in a suffocating display of panic. And the clock keeps ticking.

You're terrified now, properly. Screw all feelings of curiosity from earlier, you're pretty sure you can live without knowing. And so, even more feverishly, you fumble with the recorder, finally hitting the play button so hard, you nearly break your finger. The drums start again, and as the base joins it, you fall to your knees onto the floor, breathing heavily with relief.

- God - you sigh - Why me?

- Why you, indeed...

His voice is barely audible through the music, but you still feel it crushing through your skull. Your body freezes, as you glance up from the floor. There, just centimeters from you, stands a pair of white shoes. At least you think they're white, as the image keeps flickering in and out of existence, like a glitch on a homemade videotape. Your eyes drag up, over slender legs clad in white pants, white shirt tucked into them. Then, you finally see him. An angelic face looking at you from above. Beautiful, blue eyes, sharp features and lovely lips, all surrounded by a halo of blonde waves. An angel, truly.

You blink, and his image shifts out of existence just for a second.

- Who are you? - your voice sounds foreign in your ears, barely recognizable over the music

The man smiles a gentle smile, before kneeling down in front of you. His hands slowly creep towards yours, cradling them in a hold that is so warm and comforting, you want to melt into it without question. His eyes are so incredibly blue, it takes your breath away. And yet, despite the whirlwind of emotions, you can't stop staring into them. The man lifts your joined hands towards his lips. There isn't even a ghost of a breath, fanning your knuckles, as he places a kiss onto the bone. His image shifts again, violently, and a new feeling of slow dread creeps up your spine.

Then, a shadow passes through him, the kind facade falling into something much darker, much more sinister.

- I'm your worst nightmare - he smiles, teeth on full display, sharp and pointy.

You try to free your hands with a yank, but he holds them close with little to no force, eyes leaving your face in favor of studying the way veins move beneath your skin.

- I have many names - he says, his voice is calm and melodic - Henry - his lips brush the outside of your left wrist - Peter - a swift kiss is placed onto the tips of your finger - One...

He lingers for a bit at the juncture between your thumb and your pointer, and you still feel no breath coming from him.

- Although, the name your friends have given me has a nice ring to it - he looks up, capturing you again with those blue eyes of his.

- Vecna - your voice comes out as a mere whisper, one you can't even hear amongst the song, slowly, but without stopping, coming to an end.

Suddenly, the man stands up, and you feel yourself being pulled up to your feet as well. It's not gentle at all, and you nearly trip, before finding your balance. Faster than you can comprehend, the man turns you around, so you're facing the mirror. You can see him fully now. He's almost a head taller than you, slender and elegant. Not at all the monster you have imagined, not the one Max told you about. He peers at your reflection, towering over you in his clean, white clothes.

- My name means very little to me now - he says again, hand coming up to tuck your hair behind, exposing your neck to him - I am very particular about the names of my victims, however - another smile has you shaking, as his wondering hands press slightly on your pulse.

You can't move, your legs feel heavy, like someone tied them down with rocks. Your heart is beating so fast, you can feel it in your throat, where his fingers drum delicately over your skin, to the beat of the song still keeping you alive.

- Chrissy - he hisses into your hair - Sounds sweet like candy, and in a way, that's how she tasted.

A shiver wrecks your body, as images of the Cheerleader's body flood your mind. Her eyes, sucked into her skull, her limbs in disarray.

- Fred - you can feel his hands on the insides of your arms, fingers dragging over your veins - Intelligent, although slightly tart, like unripe apples.

Your head starts to spin, breaths escaping you in quick puffs. They found Fred in the middle of the road, alone, abandoned, mutilated.

- Patrick - he dips his head into the crook of your shoulder, nose sliding up, towards your ear - Stern, but full of life, reminded me of walnuts.

"When logic and proportion, have fallen sloppy dead" the singer wails, and you know, your time is coming to an end. A small whimper escapes you, as slender arms encircle your frame, pushing your back into his body.

- Max - there is a spark of rage at the mention of your friends name, one, he catches in your reflection with a raised eyebrow - Strong, youthful, like mint. When I heard your name amongst thousands, I knew, you'd taste wonderful.

Your entire body starts to writhe, as the man gives your neck a long lick of his tongue, starting from your shoulder, up to the back of your ear.

- Oooh - he laughs to himself, as you watch him in the mirror, still unable to move - There is some kick to you, I can tell. Like hot peppers.

He dives down again, placing open-mouthed kisses to your feverish skin, teeth just barely scraping your pulse point.

- A name like this should be savored. This guilt you feel should be savored.

"Feed your head" the woman sings, the song swelling in your ears, so close to the end, you start to shake. As if on cue, the man slowly reaches up, his fingers tangling themselves into your hair, as he pushes them under your headphones. It takes one move, for the plastic to fall from your head, clattering to the ground.

Your eyes meet in the mirror as sudden silence engulfs the both of you. There is a victorious smirk playing around on his lips, as his right hands starts to twirl your hair around his finger. He rubs the strands, like he's sampling a fabric, bafore bringing them closer to his nose, and taking a long whiff of air.

- ...Or maybe cinnamon - me sighs, eyebrows scrunching together.

- Are you going to kill me now?

Again, images of broken bones and mutilated corpses fill your mind, you can almost imagine the wet cracking.

The man laughs, stepping away from your trembling body for just an inch, the loss of his body behind you makes you sway in place. There's this weird flickering glitch running over his figure, intensifying for a moment. He takes a long breath, you can see muscles work under any visible sliver of skin, and as he relaxes again, his form stabilizes.

That is when you realize, what you're looking at isn't real. He isn't real. This angelic, terrifying boy is just an illusion, a hallucination, meant to lull you into a false sense of security. And it almost works. Almost, because as you focus more on his eyes, they seem to become less blue, and more milky and veiny. More like a monster.

- Guilt is a fickle thing - his voice is lower, more raspy than before.

His head dips down behind you, and he plants a wet kiss to the base of you neck, teeth scraping against your skin in a way, that wrenches a whine out of your lips.

Your stomach churns with a feeling sitting too close to arousal, as his large hands begin to explore your body further.

- It never leaves, not truly. And you have so much of it. - a hand digs itself into your hip, then slides up, leasing the edge of your shirt.

- Stop.

He doesn't, fingers creeping under the fabric, squeezing the soft tissue there.

- You're supposed to protect your brother, but he keeps getting hurt on your watch. How many bones does he have to break? How many times have you failed him?

Tears spring to life in the corners of your eyes, as you try to turn away from your reflection. He's faster though, and grabs your chin, forcing you to look back to the mirror. Then, he cranes your chin to the side, forcefully, so that your face is closer to him.

- Those kids you've taken under your wing, I will devour them all, and you'll watch - he seems unmoved by your sobs, whispering the words into your wet cheek - Your father, poor father, never had the chance of seeing how much of a disappointment you really are.

His lips are soft as he kisses your tears away, tasting the saltiness with a grin. Like a chef, proud of his most delicious meal.

- I see it all, sweetness - the hand digging into your stomach climbs up, over your ribs, stopping just short of the underside of your breast.

- Please... - a choked sob escapes you, as your body tries to free itself from his iron hold.

- Shhh - he shushes you, you can't feel his breath on your lips, when he gives you a chaste kiss.

For that matter, you can't feel anything, that would suggest you're being held by a living being. There is no rise and fall to his chest, no smell, no heartbeat.

His form starts to flicker yet again, and suddenly, you feel something definitely not human sliding and swirling behind you. A constantly moving mass holds you in place and instinctively, you screw your eyes shut. You don't want to know how he looks like in reality, mind focusing back on the angelic man from before. Now, you can feel him breath, a low rumble starts in his gut everytime he inhales, like a beast ready to pounce.

- It takes - the voice coming from behind you is gruff and monstrous - A considerable amount of strength to keep this image in place.

Slowly, with every word, the man's voice comes back to the normal, melodic tone. The shifting mass on your back seizes its movements, and slowly, you allow yourself to crack an eye open.

Blue eyes, sharp cheekbones and a halo of blonde hair stare back at you in the mirror's reflection. He gives out a small chuckle, shakes his head slightly, and bends down to take another long sniff of your hair.

- There's no need for you to see my real form - he mutters into the crown of your head - After all, it's not your fear I'm after.

His hands move with unexpected speed, as the both slide upwards, under your shirt, to cup roughly at your breasts. The sound you give out is pathetic at best, as this sliver of friction sets your whole body ablaze.

- It's your guilt - he forces out through his teeth, giving your breasts another sharp squeeze.

Before you have the time to actually understand the implications behind his words, you body is being pressed forwards. The ceramic edge of the sing digs painfully into the meat of your thighs, but the feeling is swallowed completely by a slender hand worming it's way into your pants.

Your entire body rocks back and forth, as the man, Peter, Vecna, plunges two long digits into you without warning.

You feel a raw whine climb out of your throat, as you clench around his fingers, hands flailing at your sides, looking for any sort of purchase. He lets you lean on him completely, one hand massaging your breast, before abandoning it in favor of gripping your pulse.

He works you steadily and greedily, pulling sounds out of you, you'd have never imagined were possible. It feels sick, your stomach tightens into a growing coil, as the rythmic pumping shakes you to your bones.

- I...please - your words come out slurred, as your vision swims around your head.

He chuckles, seemingly unaffected, and presses his thumb down on your pulsing bundle of nerves. The sudden jolt of pleasure wrenches a scream out of you, one, he swallows, forcefully craning his neck, and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss hurts, plain and simple. His lips, despite being pillowy soft, bite into yours with force you've never experienced in your life. Then, teeth appear, raking abused flesh, tongue forcing it's way into your mouth. It's too much, the whole thing starts to feel less like a nightmare, and more like an execution.

Your lungs scream for more oxygen, the tightening in your stomach accompanied by the sharp pain in your chest. And just when you truly think, this is how you are going to die, something entirely unexpected happens.

"One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small"

The song enters your brain like a dose of adrenaline, waking you from your stupor. Immediately, the hand toying with your insides, retracts, leaving you unfulfilled and disappointed. The emptiness carries, as his mouth detach from yours. You can't open your eyes, you refuse to do so, too overwhelmed to see.

- Remember this - the man says into your ear, his words slowly being drowned out by music - Remember this feeling, when I come for you again.

With that, you're being released, your limp body falling down onto the floor, where you're met with gentle hands of your friends cradling you.

- Jesus, we though you were a goner! - Lucas nearly screams in your face, as you try your best to focus on the kid's features.

- Yeah! You were flying under the ceiling - Dustin shoves a finger up, and your glazed eyes follow, looking at an unidentified spot above your head.

- Why didn't you tell us? - Max is gripping your shoulders so hard, you're sure it will leave a mark.

The kids, your kids, look at you with terrified faces, as you try to stand up, bones heavy, muscles trembling with unresolved tension.

- Didn't want to worry you guys...

It's a weak excuse, and right now you're not even sure if it's true. Dustin mutters something about you being an adult idiot, and in your heart you can't disagree with him.

- Just - Max slowly let's go of your arm - Keep the headphones on.

With that, the gang makes their way out of the bathroom, you following right after them. The coil in your stomach dies down, and with it, new, overbearing feeling arises in your chest.

Guilt. Crushing guilt of wanting something so wrong you can never recover from it.

And beneath the familiar drums, and the voice, and the guitar, you hear a gentle sound of a ticking clock.

#peter ballard x reader #peter ballard #stranger things #vecna x reader #vecna stranger things #001 x reader #henry creel x reader #001 stranger things #henry creel #my writing #tw: dark fic #monster #i dont support child murder but i do support men being pretty so here you guys go

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lavhoes · 2 years

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STRANGER THINGS SMUT RECS

none of these works are mine, credit to the writers.

note, writers if you don’t want your work on here please message me and I will take it off!

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

love on you by @sinclaiirs

steve jerks off to a photo of you by @sinclaiirs

movie night, ft billy by @evergreencowboy

take your sit by @strawberrysodaslut

touch me, pt3 by @poeticandors

lovergirl by @deepett

angel eyes by @deepett

reader squirts for the first time by @constillatedchaos

pancakes for two by @the-archxr

I'll be the judge, ft robin by @luvfae

wet dreams by @sinclaiirs

like a pornstar by @sharpsapphic666

stop the world (i wanna get off with you) by @pixiehollands

as you dreamt it would be by @luvfae

like a perv, ft eddie by @fanofmanystuff

just like in the movies by @the-archxr

give it a try by @makeadealwithdean

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reader x injured!eddie munson by @jamespotters-realwife

hot and bothered by @bunnyhoney111

selfish!eddie by @evergreeneddie

desperate eddie by @evergreeneddie

study sesh by @bumblingbribee

finding out eddie has a mommy kink by @subbypeterparker

voyeurism, ft steve by @hxneybimbo

missed you by @munsonussy

the devil wears eyeliner by @sinnerlillith

pink is metal by @sinnerlillith

fountain by @eddiemunsonswhxre

distracting by @notrattus

I look at you and my blood runs hot by @letterstotheflre

nuisance by @eddiemunsonswhxre

symphony by @garden-of-eddie

under the bleachers by @latenightsimping

birthday girl, ft steve by @eratolasting

she’s the devil in disguise by @letterstotheflre

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reaction to calling them daddy in bed by @hellfirexclub

making out with jonathan/steve by @pnkstarss

take in by @mollyville (jonathan byers)

what happens in the dark room by @reidsrevenge (jonathan byers)

stays in the dark room by @reidsrevenge (jonathan byers)

perv jonathan x cheerleader bsf by @pnkstarss (jonathan byers)

take you like a drug (jonathan byers, m reader, ao3)

goad by @hoosurdaddy (jancy x reader)

the upside by @honeybadgerwritings (henry creel)

taken care of by @droopycoquette (henry creel)

good girl by @666eddie (billy hargrove)

object of my desire by @skyebounded (robin buckley)

part two

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jamilelucato · 2 years

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What about vecna with a female reader who’s the queen to his king?

Fluff plz

show: Stranger Things (SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4)

pairing: f!reader x peter ballard/henry/vecna/001

summary: Steve Harrington's sister decides she needs to visit the Upside Down one more time.

a/n: hi! hope you like it! I know it's not much fluffy but I tried my best :) @stygianoir

*** there are some mentions of depression and k#lling oneself so heads up guys

“I don’t like this plan, sis,” said Steve, shaking his head.

She stared at him, with a kind smile. He was her favourite brother, or, in her case, her only brother. But it didn’t matter. [y/n] could have had twenty brothers and she’d still say Steve was her favourite. They were like that.

“Well, we don’t have a better one, do we?” she said, sighing.

After becoming friends with Nancy’s brother’s friend group, Steve Harrington didn’t have much choice but to do everything in his power to protect those children. That, unfortunately, meant one terrible night where his sister followed him to figure out what was happening with her older brother only to get sucked into the Upside Down with Will Byers.

While the young boy got sick and had to be hospitalized, she, on the other hand, was completely fine. [y/n] Harrington had nightmares every night, and she’d wake in a cold sweat, but so would all of them. The whole gang was having trouble sleeping after that first experience with the other side.

But, deep down, [y/n] knew something was wrong. Something had changed, not just in her mind, but in her very core. That wasn’t enough to alarm anyone, so she kept it quiet. [y/n] tried to live her life like it was before she met Eleven and befriended a bunch of twelve-year-olds.

One day, then, it was as if nothing had been fixed — the Upside Down invaded their lives all over again and [y/n] had to jump into action to protect not only herself and her brother but also the children she learned to love. However, this time, she had an advantage not foreseen: [y/n] had powers.

Not as big and awesome as Eleven’s — no, definitely not deadly like hers — but they were powers nonetheless. [y/n] could lift some things (small and almost weightless things) in the air with just her mind. And when she wanted something, to influence someone, she could do it. The whole gang was shocked when she commended a Russian to stop in his tracks and leave them be. Yeah, it had been just one of the Russians but it was a big thing in the eyes of Max, the redheaded girl that saw [y/n] with good eyes.

So, it was no surprise that when there was a big chance another demon from the Upside Down was at Hawkins again, [y/n] was in the middle of the action, as an active member of the party.

“You were there Stee, you saw when Max got in a trance,” she said, trying to convince her brother with words and not her powers. It was true she hadn't been practising much — she didn’t like it — but she knew it could slip on, like a switch, without her even noticing it. “That girl is in danger and we’re just gonna let that happen?”

“I know you wanna help Max, I do too, but this is not the way!” Steve was raising his voice at her, but only because he loved her so very much and he could not manage to lose her. “You’re not going to the Upside Down. Not again!”

“Steve, this might be our only shot,” said Nancy, opining in. She had become a dear friend to you, and, in those moments where Steve was hotheaded, Nancy would always be at your side.

“She’s not as powerful as El, Nancy!” exclaimed Steve. “She might have some abilities, which are cool, but they aren’t enough! We’ll be delivering her directly to the Vecna thing. Robin, say something!”

Robin, surprised with being called out, stared from Steve to [y/n] and gulped. “Maybe it’s better… it’s better if she goes, Steve.”

Steve stared at his best friend with disbelief.

“Steve,” [y/n] placed a hand on her brother’s shoulder. “Don’t make me use my powers on you.”

“You can’t,” he looked at her, but she didn’t budge. She raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t.”

“Brother, you know I’m our only chance right now. Eleven lost her powers, but I didn’t. They might seem small, but they’re all we’ve got. Let me fight Vecna, Stee.”

He closed his eyes tight, placing his hand over hers.

“I know you’re our best weapon at the time, but… but, [y/n], you’ll be getting inside his territory. Don’t you think Vecna will be secure there?” Steve asked, giving in on her request, but at the same time acting very much worried.

Robin watched the exchange with pity in her eyes.

“It will be worse if we wait for Vecna to get here. He’ll be stronger,” she said.

“Besides, [y/n]’s powers are more of the psychic kind if you think about it. She has a fair chance against the monster that attacks the minds of others,” said Nancy, looking at Steve.

“So,” said Dustin, walking in and noticing the whole emotional scene displayed, “do we have a decision?”

They all looked at Steve Harrington, the brother with everything to lose.

“We do.”

Dustin had discovered that the only possible place for the portal to be at was the lake, and so that was where they dropped you off. Wearing her clothes still, [y/n] jumped in and swam to the deep bottom, looking for the “secret passage”. And as the boy had stated, there it was.

It was disgusting and gross, but [y/n] Harrington knew she had to do what was needed, what was best for everyone in Hawkins. She closed her eyes and worked her legs, throwing herself in.

After a second of full darkness, [y/n] managed to see light. She had been to the Upside Down before, but this time, it was different. It didn’t look like it at all. First, because there was light, quite a big deal of it if compared to the traumatic time [y/n] passed down here.

But it wasn’t just the light itself. The inverted Hawkins was just like the normal one. No mystic fog or weird gross things on the ground. This time, the Upside Down was a complete and faithful copy of the city [y/n] grew at.

Something was wrong, she thought while getting up.

“It’s different, isn’t it?”

[y/n] froze. Where was the voice coming from? Was it Vecna’s?

“It’s distinct from your last time here.”

“Who said that?” she shouted to the atmosphere.

She went on, walking, but it didn’t feel like escaping, because there wasn’t anything visible to escape from. It all was quiet and clean. She felt like she saw someone, maybe lurking behind a tree, but she checked and the woods seemed empty. “Who are you?” she asked again, taking just one step towards where her heart guided.

“Ouch, [y/n]. You don’t remember me?”

She was confused. The voice did seem familiar, but how could it? It was Max who was constantly hearing Vecna, not her — even though you prayed for God to swap places with the poor girl. It seemed like the voice belonged to a man, certainly young, but older than Steve and older than her (who, to everyone’s disbelief, was older than her brother).

“Who are you?”

“I see you went out of your way to forget me,” the voice said and it felt like it was closer to her, even though she could not see anything outside from the clean version of the Upside Down. “That’s not a problem here, however. You’ll soon remember.”

“Remember what?” she asked, but her question echoed, remaining answerless. Until darkness swallowed her whole.

Not too long ago, her parents had rented a house for their stay on the California beach but, unfortunately, the trip was a failure, because not one of their five-day-stay had the sun come out and the temperature was so low, [y/n] and Steve had to cosy up together to feel some warmness, as they had not brought enough cold-weather clothes in their luggage.

That was a terrible trip and [y/n] vowed to never leave the house without some (any) warm clothes with her.

But how could she have guessed that just by taking the trash out she’d be tossed in the Upside Down?

Of course, when it happened, there wasn’t a name for the place or someone to talk to about naming it. Back on her Upside Down stay, she didn’t even know Will was down there with her. She knew he went missing, poor kid. But there was all he was to her — a missing kid from her town.

She had graduated high school one year before that fateful event, and she was only still in Hawkins because her parents had no money to afford the universities she had been accepted in. No, it definitely was not a great period for [y/n] Harrington, but sure she did not expect it could get worse — worse even than the trip to California.

No one knew much about her time in that dark, cold place. Steve knew enough to comprehend his sister was not well, but he never asked much and [y/n] never tried telling. What would she tell her little brother? That she felt hopeless and wanted to die every second she spent in that particular hell? That she tried to kill herself, but even then her bad luck kept her alive? That down there she reflected upon her whole life and she felt like she only had herself to blame for everything?

Besides, it wasn’t like coming back home had healed her wounds. [y/n] woke up every day with cold sweat, and no amount of shower and scrubbing could make her feel clean again.

Oh, the Upside Down was like really bad karma. And she didn’t even feel like she deserved it.

So, like any insane person, she repressed it. Never mentioned it. Yeah, she got some cool powers out of it, but they were useless to the countless creatures she had seen in that place. Moreover, once she was back at Hawkins, five little kids seemed to cling to her — including Will — and, with her brother, they became “the babysitters”.

[y/n] wished she could close her eyes and suppress it again, but — she then was undoubtedly sure it was Vecna — the memory started replaying right before her eyes. It wasn’t like watching it, though, it was more of a first-person experience, and she was again in her shoes, again an eighteen-year-old scared to death.

Her memory started right when she decided she’d only be free of the Upside Down if she “ended” herself. The disgusting place was very much dark, and there were what she believed to be animals flying all around. Some grotesque and demonic version of pterosaurs that wanted her dead.

Except, they didn’t. Not that day as it seemed.

Not one of them flew in her direction, and not even the creepers crawled her way. [y/n] Harrington was walking around post-apocalyptic Hawkins as if she was God herself.

But that wasn’t enough to convince herself she should be alive. Oh, no. She planned on camping outside. Maybe the monsters weren’t attacking because it was some sort of day for them, so she’d wait for their night hours of hunting. She was so dirty that she didn’t even bother to sit on the ground.

Until she saw someone.

It was a tall boy, perhaps a man, she couldn’t see from far away. Her new version of reliving her memories was completely confused. She didn’t remember that. To her twenty-one-year-old self, that day in the Upside Down in 1983, she tried to kill herself, but she failed, and, later on, she looked for a new house to take place until she found Will and the people that came to rescue the two of them.

But that opportunity to be almost nineteen again was showing her new things.

“You’ll soon remember,” Vecna’s voice echoed in her mind.

The young man was now very close to her and she noticed he was not as young as she thought. He was pretty, or at least, as pretty as you could be in the Upside Down, but he was very much possibly older than twenty-five.

“Hey!” she shouted, her heart of the memory racing. Had she met someone down there, someone other than Will?

The man stopped his walk and looked around, meeting her eyes.

“Hey!” she shouted again, running towards him. How bad could this stranger be compared to the monsters of goop? “Hi, there!”

“Hello,” he said, careful. As if he needed to be afraid of her. As if they were not where no human was supposed to be.

“Oh, my! You have no idea how glad I am to see another human being,” [y/n] said, placing her hands on her knees because running in a place low on oxygen was not very good. “My name’s [y/n] Harrington. What’s yours?”

But he didn’t answer immediately. He studied her, looking her up and down. [y/n] was confused — was the man not relieved to see another person?

Maybe he was sad she was not the rescue.

“My name’s Henry,” he said, simply.

“Henry. Ok. How long have you been down here?” she asked, patiently. Maybe he had been so long away from civilization that he lost his ways, she thought.

“A while,” he replied. [y/n] bit her lip, unsure of what to say. It was hard talking to someone that didn’t want to talk. “Don’t you have shelter?”

“It was destroyed,” she said, for she knew saying she was trying to kill herself was not a very “hopeful” thing to say.

He looked around, but her house was too far away for him to identify it anyway. If he lived in Hawkins, he might have been able to recognize the Harrington house.

“You should find a new refuge then. There’s a house down this street…”

“Yours?” she asked, curious.

He hesitated. “Yes,” he pointed but she couldn’t see anything with the fog. “You can take place there.”

“With you?”

He stared at her and for a second his blue eyes scared her.

“Sure.”

He started walking and she followed him, but it all seemed weird, in the memory and for the twenty-two-year-old reliving it.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

Her question lingered for he did not answer.

“Like, why are we here? What is here? Is this the future?” she gabbled, as she always did when nervous. “Are we dead?”

“We’re not dead,” he said, emotionless. “We’re just here.”

“Here where?”

He didn’t answer. She supposed he didn’t have a name for it either.

“Have you seen a way out?”

He slowed his walk just to stare back at her. He didn’t say anything again, and she knew he didn’t have to — if there was a way out, did she think he’d still be there?

They kept walking until she saw a house, an enormous house, by the way, something out of an old times movie. She thought about complementing it, but she felt like it wouldn’t be right since it wasn’t the real house.

She let him get in first, as the place belonged to him.

“Come on in,” he said, making room for her to pass through the beautiful front door.

Inside, the house felt even fancier, because it looked untouched by those demons that were tormenting hers all the time. Yes, it looked dark — as everything in the Upside Down did — but it wasn’t actually all that cold.

“It’s safer here,” he said, noticing she was staring. “I don’t know why.”

It felt like he knew why, was what older [y/n] thought, but [y/n] from the memory was too distracted looking around.

She stared back at the blond man with blue eyes.

“Thank you.”

She woke up, or at least it felt like waking up, in the new version of the Upside Down, the version Vecna was holding up just for her.

“Do you remember now?” the voice echoed.

“Who’s Henry?” she asked back at the voice. “Did he die?”

“I suppose he did now,” the voice said, in a condescending tone. “So, I ask again, do you remember?”

“No?” she said, but she wasn’t confident. “Are you playing with my memories?”

“Brave of you to make direct questions to the Upside Down monster.”

The monster was right to point that out, but [y/n] was not one to stay silent and die wondering. Besides, his answer awoke something in her brain.

“You talk.”

“Sure you had noticed before,” said the voice.

“Yes, but you don’t talk. Upside Down monsters don’t talk.”

“I’m no ordinary monster,” was his reply and even though she could not see him, [y/n] thought of how ironic because it felt like she was staring deep down at his blue eyes.

“No,” she said, agreeing. “You’re Henry.”

Suddenly, there was no more need for tricks of the mind. No need to relive memories because they all came back — the nights at Henry’s house and the days hunting with him for food (well, going to the supermarket, but they had to fight some monsters on the way). Abruptly, it was like she never forgot, like she went early to bed just to dream with him, because then, the Upside Down wasn’t so bad.

[y/n] remembered it all, just by hearing his name on her lips. Because once they were like that. They were connected.

He was the one that gave her her powers. She used her powers so many times since she left Upside Down but not even once did she think of him when doing so. She felt bad for forgetting him.

“Did I… did I forget you alone?” she asked, referring to if he did something to her so she wouldn’t remember.

“I… when I knew you’d had to go up, I might have influenced your mind. But the rest, the full mind block, that was you,” he replied.

“Show yourself,” she said, almost crying. “Please.”

He couldn’t deny her requests when she said “please”.

Even though she feared his looks would scare her, he did it anyway. When they met, they already looked like a monster, but he used his powers to shift back to his looks from when in the lab. However, now, he was using a lot of his power to access Hawkins, the real one, and also using it to shape the Upside Down to a cleaner look, as he had memorized she felt disgusted to be there in 1983.

“Henry,” she said, tenderly, raising her left hand but too scared to touch him.

He closed his eyes, afraid that the only part that remained human of him would be too scared in a body like that, but she wasn’t afraid of his looks. She was afraid for him, afraid for what he had become.

“You told me you didn’t look as you showed,” [y/n] said, referencing their talks in the past. “But I didn’t know…”

“That I looked ugly?”

“No, that’s not it,” she said. “I didn’t know you were damaged.”

He opened his eyes, slowly, and she was glad to see the beautiful blue again.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

He swallowed hard, scared of her proximity. They hadn’t been that close in three years; besides, he didn’t look a monster when they did.

Her left hand found its way to his face.

“It doesn’t,” he finally answered.

“Even though I didn’t remember you, I missed you,” [y/n] said, in a whisper.

His face leaned in her palm.

“I missed you every time I remembered of your existence,” he said, softly as well.

“Did that happen a lot?” she asked, smirking playfully for she did not like to keep it serious.

“It happens all the time.”

She gulped, nervous. How could he say those things? It made her feel like Belle falling for the Beast. She had forgotten all the bad things he was doing, the hunting of her people. It was just him and her across space-time.

He had his eyes close to feeling better her touch, both her palms placed on his cheeks, and she was focused on the feeling when she looked around and found the beautiful Upside Down in ruins. It was coming back to its real way — goop and gross, with darkness in every corner. The dark blue sky welcomed her like an old friend.

Suddenly, the feel on her palm shifted. It wasn’t hard and marked, but soft, like velvet. [y/n] looked back at Vecna — at Henry — only to find him as himself, the one she knew, the one she hugged on cold nights.

They had been friends in 1983, even though it was a kind of unspoken deal. She knew she was messing with the devil then and she knew she was falling for the devil now.

“Henry,” she whispered like she was saying she was home.

He did not move forward, even when he desperately wanted to. She was fighting on her tiptoes to get closer, and only when he felt her almost slipping, did he put a hand on her chin.

“Careful,” he whispered.

“Kiss me,” [y/n] asked, for that was all she wanted. She missed him. She needed him.

“[y/n], I…” but his sentence was not finished, because she didn’t let him. She jumped to his touch, reaching for his lips, and he could do nothing but give in. “You can’t use your powers on me, little Wendy.”

She smiled in the kiss, for he had used the nicknames they picked once he told her, in 1983, that the Upside Down was kind of his kingdom. She had called him Peter Pan, which made him laugh because, for a period, that was his false alias.

And he wasn’t wrong, she had whispered in his mind, like a siren, using her powers. It was how it worked: in a close of eyes, she could get into the victim’s mind and whisper what she desired to happen. It often worked, but they were some strong-mind people that didn’t let her whispers get to them.

She had tried whispering to him before jumping on his chest for a kiss.

“Hi, Peter,” she said when his lips let go of hers, and they both smiled at their silliness.

“Welcome back to your Neverland.”

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You'll See Why (Peter Ballard x Reader)

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

Word Count: 5.1k

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

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

Masterlist. Ko-Fi.

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

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

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

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

(Y/n) knew that face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter Ballard.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tiresome.” Peter clipped.

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

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

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

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

“What’s so nightmarish about your boss?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“You never went to a proper high school?”

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

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

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

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

Peter’s eyes narrowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“H-Hey Peter, Usual?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yes, please,” Peter replied.

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

No files.

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

“Why no files?”

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

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

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

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

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

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“So?” (Y/n) smiled, “Thoughts?”

“It’s… cold.” Peter mused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that?” (Y/n) asked.

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

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

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Vecna.

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

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

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

Not Peter, not her Peter.

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“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Eddie whispered back to her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter!” She called again.

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

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

“Peter, you don’t have to do this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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desperate times

pairing(s): peter ballard x fem!orderly!reader

summary: peter’s been frustrated lately. you take notice and decide to help out.

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI! slight dom!reader, oral (m receiving), face fucking, pet names, praise kink, minor st4 spoilers (sort of)

words: ~1.1k

a/n: on my KNEES for this man istg🛐🛐 sorry if this seems rushed, i wrote it within like two hours (there may or may not be a second part coming, though😏) also, please note that there are MAJOR st4 spoilers in the tags!!! enjoy!

(i do not give permission to translate or post any of my work anywhere else!)

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the repeated tapping of a lab-issued dress shoe striking the floor is the only sound, save for the quiet ticking of the wall-mounted clock, that can be heard in the hawkins lab break room. for the most part, the room is usually cleared out this time of day. you glance up from the book you’ve probably read thousands of times, your eyes finding the source of the noise.

seated at a table across the room from you, you find peter ballard, your coworker and fellow orderly. despite seeing one another every day, the two of you never interacted much past the polite greetings when you pass each other in the halls or the catching one other’s eyes during lunch breaks and staff meetings. although, you’ve found that you enjoy watching him, studying his habits, his movements. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him.

which is why you can’t help but admire him as he sits almost silently at the other end of the room; the way his eyebrows are drawn together as if being pulled by a string, forming creases in his forehead. the way he lightly chews on his lip as he stares at the table in front of him. the way he readjusts in his seat to try to hide the very noticeable tent in his pants.

you swallow at that last thought, plenty of other thoughts flooding your brain in response to the observation. you notice him looking up at you, but when your eyes return to his face to meet his gaze, he looks away again.

you frown and, after a moment of contemplation, rise from your seat, the shrill cry of the chair legs scraping against the floor breaking the silence. peter looks up again, this time not looking away as he follows your movements with his eyes. you grin, eager to mess with him.

“looks like you’ve got a bit of a problem there, peter.” you comment, eyebrows raised as you briefly cast your eyes down to his lap.

“i-“ the corners of your lips quirk up as he fumbles for something to say, his face turning a beautiful shade of pink.

you reach out and grab his chin lightly, pressing your thumb onto his bottom lip. you drag it downwards before releasing it, watching it fall back into place.

“you want some help with that?”

“what?” his voice comes out as little more than a surprised squeak as he looks up at you, face burning at the suggestion.

you opt not to say anything, instead dropping to your knees in front of him. his breath hitches when you place your hands on the insides of his thighs, spreading his legs apart. you slowly massage your way up his thighs, barely grazing his bulge through his pants before retreating and resting your hands on his upper thighs. he lets out a shaky exhale at the brief contact.

you look up at him through your eyelashes. “is this okay?”

peter swallows, nodding quickly.

“use your words, pretty boy.”

“yes, ma’am.”

you hum in appreciation, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his clothed dick as your hands resume their previous action, touching and stroking him through his pristine white pants. his head falls back and he groans as you reach for his belt, undoing it quickly.

“look at me, peter.” as soon as he pulls his head up, you lean up and connect your lips to his. he hums appreciatively, and you manage to get his pants undone, pulling his cock free from his boxers. from what you can feel, it’s not overly thick, but what it lacks in girth is more than made up for by the length. as you begin to stroke it, using the bead of precum at the tip as lubrication, peter moans into your mouth, and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue in.

peter’s hips buck up into your hand, and you chuckle into the kiss. pulling away, you sink back to your previous position, shooting him a coy glance before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his weeping tip. you lick a broad stripe up the vein on the underside of his cock, and peter whimpers.

you’re suddenly thankful that you’re kneeling, otherwise you’re pretty sure the sound would’ve made your knees give out.

you moan before wrapping your lips around him and taking him into your mouth. you hear peter mutter a string of expletives above you as his hand comes up to tangle in your hair.

“oh god, y/n. feels so good.”

his words make you moan around his cock. ignoring the gathering wetness in your panties and taking him further, you gag slightly, but his hand tightening in your hair combined with the noises he’s making spur you on.

you grip the outside of his thigh to stable yourself as you quickly bob up and down, your free hand stroking what you can’t fit into your mouth. peter whines, his head falling back as you pull back and swirl your tongue around the head of his cock.

“shit, y/n, i’m so close. god- don’t stop.”

with the hand he has in your hair, he forces you down further on his dick, bucking his hips up into your mouth. you cough around him as he cries out, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans. within seconds, you feel him fill your throat and loosen his grip on your hair. you pull off of his cock with a pop and swallow the saltiness. leaning in, you give him a soft kiss on the lips, both of you panting into it.

“you did so well, baby. so good for me.” he smiles dazedly at the praise, but it’s soon replaced with a frown.

“what about you?” he asks, gently holding your waist.

you smile. “don’t worry about me, pretty boy. this was about you.”

you fall silent for a moment as he reluctantly stands and begins tidying up his appearance. after a moment of thought, you speak up again.

“if you really wanna make it up to me,” you smile coyly, bringing a hand up to his chin and angling his head to face you, “meet me in storage room b after dinner tonight.”

his pupils dilate as you let your arm trail down his chest. you turn around and walk out, leaving him with a half-hard dick and a fun night to look forward to.

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pittsburghhockeybirds · 2 years

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dollyism · 2 years

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riding 001's thigh would be a dream - his hands on your hips, carefully guiding you as you desperately search for friction against the rough fabric of his trousers, whines not hesitating to escape your throat. "not enough..." the words fall from your lips in between quiet moans.

001 smiles at you, his head tilting to the side as he practically drinks in the sight of you - making such a mess of yourself before he's even touched you. he laughs quietly, taking a hand away from your hip and placing two fingers on your chin. he gently tilts your head upwards, leaving you with no choice but to meet his icy gaze. "you're a desperate little thing, aren't you?"

#🎀#001 x reader #001 smut #peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard x y/n #peter ballard smut #stranger things #vecna x reader #vecna smut #stranger things smut #henry creel #henry creel x reader #001

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hart269 · 2 years

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*Vecna in his human form*

Vecna : I have come to take your soul

Y/N : Aw, you're so cute

Vecna : You should be scared of me

*Y/N kisses him on the cheek*

*Vecna malfunctions*

*Steve slowly covers Dustin's eyes*

*Eddie contemplates whether he should join or not"

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hoewkeye · 2 years

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me waiting for stranger things requests because I’m obsessed with this fourth season

come on, don’t be shy. request as much as you want!

💕 blue’s 200 followers celebration 💕

#eddie munson x reader #peter ballard x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #001 x reader #vecna x reader

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medium-rare-bimbo · 9 months

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Ping pong thoughts

♡masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

May contain dub con, dark! Characters, age gap, piss kink, crying generally dark content

༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ readmore ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻

♡ 001 x innocent nurse reader, 001 getting injured and having to clean him up just for him to complain that he has this horrible, terrible ache inbetween his legs :((( he needs you to kiss it better for him

♡ Eddie summoning a succubus by accident

♡ karen wheeler x babysitter reader

- you come over early and catch mrs wheeler during her yoga session somehow its lead to you being finger fucked during Holly's nap

♡ high sex with argyle!!!

♡ stalker! reader X eddie, reader becomes obsessed with eddie after seeing him and his band play at some dingy bar, soon slipping Polaroids of her naked body into his locker. Cornering him in the hellfire club while he cleans up and offering your holes to him how could he deny his #1 fan?

♡ baking your way into hoppers heart, hopper fucking his way into your guts

♡ going around hawkins getting yourself fucked and being filled with so much cum

♡ dark! Steve purposefully messing with your birth control

♡ robin spending hours finding all your sweet spots, becoming determined to know everything about your body

♡ billy stuffing you with a dildo and his cock after finding your precious toy hidden away in your underwear drawer

♡ being sprayed with sex pollen and getting fucked by 001, even riding him after he gets tired, you just want to cum

♡ Murray "accidentally" giving your sex tape to hopper

♡ piss kink with eddie !!!!!!! Making you hold your pee, peeing on him, peeing on his cock, peeing inside of you he thinks its wonderful <3

♡ dark! Eddie angrily fucking bully! Reader.

-after years of torment he gets you high and fucks you and doesnt pull out because what's more humiliating than being pregnant by the towns freak?

♡ working at the pizza place with argyle and getting fucked in the supply closet <3<3

♡ want mrs wheelers boobs in my mouth now !!!

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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The Nightmare on Hawkins Street +18 (Request)

Dom!Vecna x Dark!Virgin!Fem!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2.9k+

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

June 16, 1983

Dear Diary,

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

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

June 20, 1983

Dear Diary,

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

June 30, 1983

Dear Diary,

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

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

July 1, 1983

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My king.” You moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit.” He commands you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”

“Bring me the girl, Eleven. Alive.”

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Can. I please have Vecna smut?🙏🙏😩

The Clock Strikes Midnight

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

Word count: 1.08K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head and sighed shakily.

“What do you want, angel?”

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

“Good girl,” he crooned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Behind you, sweetheart."

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

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

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

“Are you a ghost then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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