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

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

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

pairing: peter ballard x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, slight torture?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

[peculiarpatches]

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 -𝟬𝟬𝟭.

FINALLY!!! Another fic.  I've been working on this story ever since S4 had come out but alas, I had gotten busy with life and with work. However, it is here now and although there's not as much smut as you all probably would have liked, I do hope you enjoy it regardless. :)   Once again, tips are not to be expected but they are very appreciated. <33  (ko-fi here.)

The taste of metallic dripped on his tongue as blood flowed through his swollen red lips. The man turned to face the girl who had just punched him, a sinister smile blossoming across his face, his teeth stained crimson as he then showed off his pearly whites. “Would you look at that…? It seems as though you do have the strength to fight me. On the contrary, I still don’t believe you are strong…. Not enough to go up against those who'll be soon after you once you leave this place. Are you, pet? I’ll answer that for you — No… You are nothing.” One laughed, practically spitting in (Y/F/N)'s face as he spoke. “You will never amount to anything once you step foot out those doors. As soon as you escape my grasp and leave these walls, leave your home — People will chase you, going after you like the monster you are. They will hunt you down until you are dead and decomposing on the side of a road or lying in a ditch.” He backs her up into the corner of the room, pushing her up against the wall. “Wild animals will feed off of your flesh and bones. Those pathetic humans will not — do not — care about you.” One brings his face so close to hers that their lips almost touch and looks at her, his eyes softening as he speaks, although the look only lasts briefly before it changes to the almost lifeless and sinister glare he had before. “You will be discarded. You will be forgotten. All those people that once gave you the time of day… Sent you those pitying glances… They will all soon forget about you.” Staring at her, his hands slide down to her shoulders and he pushes her further up against the wall, his lower half rubbing against her thigh as he held her firmly in place. His lips were just a mere centimeter away from hers, she could practically feel his warm breath against her skin and smell the mint on his tongue. (Y/F/N) shivered, feeling weak at the knees as well as a swarm of butterflies began to erupt in the pit of her stomach. Although, try as she might, (Y/F/N) couldn't deny her attraction to him... despite him, being a monster... They had experienced the same horrific and terrible events, whether they had done so separately or jointly; despite this, they faced hell and continued to be as resilient as ever. The two of them were far too similar.  She hated it but the words he spoke... they weren't to be told in a manipulative way. He was being truthful... honest. He spoke softly, his voice reflecting his erratic nature once again as it turns cold. “They will hurt you.. Just like they did to me….” She finally gathered enough courage within herself to speak, although her voice was shaky as she spoke. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, her gaze meeting his intense stare. She could sense the tension between them as well as how their shared desire and potential peril were combining to create an explosive concoction. (Y/F/N) knew that giving in to him would be a mistake, but she couldn't help the way her body reacted to his touch. With a fierce determination, she pushed him away from her, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm not like you," she spat, her voice shaking slightly with the effort of holding herself together. "I won't let myself become a monster." One laughed bitterly, his eyes hardening with a cold fury, it sent shivers up and down her spine the way he was looking at her. "You already are a monster," he growled, his hand reaching out to grab her once more. "You just haven't faced it yet. You have not accepted your fate, for whatever reason that may be, I haven't no idea."   Fear was clearly visible on (Y/F/N)'s face as her heart raced. She made an effort to remain firm and self-assured, though. "Don't say such things... I will not let fear consume me, for I am more stronger than that." "Fear? Oh, my dear pet.. fear is what keeps you blind to your true self. The darkness within you is awakening, it has been unraveling for some time now, you simply just have been so ignorant to see it happening. I am offering you the chance to embrace it, to unlock the power you've denied for so long." He said. "No, I won't let the darkness define me. I won't let it consume my soul. There's still good in me. I am good. I believe in redemption. I am not going to be like you or anything like you." She snarled. Each word she said, however, she and One both knew it was further from the truth. But... she was still trying. Contrary to him, she embodied her humanity, a flicker of the human essence still resonating within her being. But... with each word he said, she felt that flicker beginning to burn out. One's eyes ignited with an infernal blaze, the intensity of his gaze scorching her skin, as if flames danced in the depths of his pupils. With an annoyed scoff, he retorted, his voice taking on an even deeper, more ominous timbre than before. "Redemption? You think you can simply wash away the blood on your hands with a flicker of hope? You're naïve, pet. The monster within cannot be tamed, only embraced. The sooner you accept it, the stronger you'll become." He informed. He then leaned closer to her, only a few inches away from her face as he guided his hand forward, letting the palm of his hand rest against her cheek. One softly thumbs her skin, enjoying the smoothness underneath his fingertips. One then cups her face, a bit firmly, as he forces her to look at him. "Darkness is quite misunderstood, pet. It's a realm of infinite possibilities, where your potential knows no bounds. By embracing the darkness, you can transcend the limitations that society imposes upon us. Think about it. No more restrictions, no more rules. Only pure power. "Power..." One repeated, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he wets his lips before he continues, "It can be wielded with finesse and purpose. With it, you can mold the world to your vision, reshape it as you see fit. Isn't that what you've always wanted? To make a real difference? You can change the world. One by one, you can get rid of those undeserving of life. You can change and be better, the world itself will be better, thanks to you." The thunderous palpitations of (Y/F/N)'s heart continued to ring out in her ears as she continued to be engulfed in an unsettling silence, her breath being restrained. Despite her internal turmoil, she couldn't shake the feeling that One, watching from a distance, had a supernatural ability to recognize the frantic beat of her pounding heart. "Furthermore, you will not have to face it alone," One added in a hushed voice that was equal parts desire and anticipation. "My love, I have longed for this exact moment when we would unite and give in to our true selves. Together, we will let loose the primal beasts within, wreaking havoc on those who deserve it. Do not be alarmed because I will be by your side throughout this path's perilous steps, steadfastly guiding you. I will remain by your side through the darkest of nights and all the way to the end. It has always been you and I... It shall be that way, forever until the world caves in. And even in the dark abyss once the world has ended, it still shall be you and I, forever and always." She could no longer ignore the unavoidable truth that, like One, she too possessed the essence of a monster as the unsettling realization hit her. Instead of fighting this realization, she discovered herself grudgingly accepting it and allowing the burden of her newly discovered identity to fall upon her shoulders. She instinctively knew that she needed to push him away, run as fast as she could, and cut all ties without looking back. Every word he spoke resounded with horror, and One himself exuded a monstrous aura that was devoid of all signs of humanity. But, against her better judgment, she discovered that she was unable to make that move. (Y/F/N) inhaled shakily, her hands trembling just a little as she hesitantly placed them on the nape of his neck. She was overcome by a storm of conflicting feelings, as though her heart and mind were engaged in a struggle. Then, in an instantaneous fit of impulsiveness, before fully understanding what she was doing, she pressed her lips firmly against his in an unexpected and desperate collision of their beings. Their lips merged in a stormy fusion with an intensity that ignited their senses. Their lips coming together sparked a passionate dance as their breaths mixed in a passionate exchange.  The boundaries of the world vanished in that very moment, vanishing into insignificance, as if time itself had stopped. It was just the two of them there — One and (Y/F/N) — locked in a ravenous connection that transcended all other realities, amidst the chaos of their intertwined existence. Nothing but them mattered.

As their lips parted, One's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with an unyielding determination. In a hushed whisper that carried the weight of a solemn promise, he spoke, "They will never forget us, (Y/F/N). We shall etch our names into their memories, imprint our faces upon their nightmares, and make them taste the very pain they inflicted upon us." His words resonated with both vengeance and a twisted sense of justice.

As his lips softly met her forehead, a wave of affection washed over her. It was a gentle act, a gesture that held a multitude of unspoken emotions and vulnerability. In that moment, (Y/F/N) felt an overwhelming sense of being cherished, as if she were the center of his universe.

The realization struck her like a revelation, for she had never experienced such profound love before. (Y/F/N) had never fathomed that he could harbor such depths of affection, let alone direct them towards her.

In that intimate exchange, she found solace and comfort, as if the weight of the world had momentarily lifted from her shoulders. The tenderness of his touch and the sincerity behind his actions painted a vivid picture of the love he held for her. In his embrace, she discovered a newfound sense of worthiness, a belief that she was deserving of such devotion...

"It is you and I, united in this dark journey," he declared, his voice resonating with a blend of possessiveness and devotion. The two of them solidified their bond, forged by a mutual understanding of the path they were about to embark upon—a path marked by revenge, intertwined destinies, and an unbreakable connection.

With an unwavering resolve, she comprehended the depths of his intentions, and a profound sense of loyalty stirred within her. No matter the trials that lay ahead, (Y/F/N) was prepared to walk alongside him. Together, One and her would emerge triumphant from the ashes of their shattered past, their shared strength propelling them forward. Side by side, they would leave an enduring legacy that would endure throughout the ages as they inscribed their irrevocable mark on the world. They accepted the challenging journey that lay ahead of them, ready to reshape their destinies and create a new story, their souls entwined and united in purpose. His gaze softened as he looked at her, a glimmer of tenderness returning to his eyes. The intensity and darkness that had consumed him seemed to recede, revealing a glimpse of the affection and warmth that lay beneath. "You have always been my favorite." He said as a small smile crept upon his lips. "My favorite girl." He cooed as he then began to press kisses onto her exposed neck. "Do you wish for me to show you just how much you mean to me?" A wild hunger surged through him as he began to devour her exposed neck with the touch of his lips, as well as his teeth. His lips caressed her smooth skin in a possessive embrace, radiating heat that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. Here and there, he'd dig his teeth into her flesh, smirking as he'd hear the soft mewls erupt past her lips. One's passionate words, rich with intensity, were an invitation to surrender to the force of their connection and explore the depths of their love. The air around them was thick with anticipation, as well as arousement. (Y/F/N) felt her heart hammering against her chest as he touched her. A mix of desire and lust coursed through her veins, warming her from the inside out. She had never done something like this before - she wasn't even exactly sure what it is that she was doing, or where Peter had learned this before. But she couldn't deny the pleasure it brought her. His hands moved up her body - caressing her waist, tracing her collarbone, exploring her curves. Her skin appeared to catch fire everywhere he touched it, and she felt heat throughout her entire body at each movement he did whether by his lips or his fingertips. She gasped, inhaling sharply when she feels One's calloused hands underneath her skirt, toying at her womanhood. One's lips roamed back to her neck, switching between kissing and sucking while his hands kept moving under her skirt. He bit her neck almost hard enough to draw blood, making her squeal with a mixture of pain and pleasure. His voice is husky as he whispers against her skin, "You're so wet.... All of this for me, my love?" Her mouth watered at the sound of his voice.  She couldn't help herself. She wanted him. (Y/F/N) wanted him now. Her lips found his, and she kissed him with as much passion and lust as she could muster. However, the kiss was cut short due to One having pulled away. Luckily for her, One picks (Y/F/N) up and pushes her down on the bed in the corner of the room. She lay there, her body tense as One towered above her. His hands moved around her body, exploring her curves. He leaned in, his lips finding hers. His kiss was gentle yet fierce, demanding yet strangely tender. She melted into the bed, feeling both scared and safe in his embrace. He moved his hands higher, his fingertips tracing lines across her skin as he moved closer to her. She wanted to move away, but also to stay, to be fully present in the moment for as long as she could. One finally broke away, leaving her breathless and wide-eyed. He stood and looked down at her, a coy smile on his lips. He said nothing, but the moment was already written in her memory, a vivid reminder of the power of their connection. One crawled between her legs and lifted up the end fabric of her skirt. The cool night air hit (Y/F/N)'s skin, raising goosebumps along her thighs. She squirmed, feeling exposed as One practically ripped her underwear off. When he lowered his head, placing a hot kiss on her thigh, (Y/N) stiffened, unsure of what he was doing... regardless, she was enjoying whatever it was he was acting upon. His lips moved more and more up, getting closer and closer to her womanhood. Without any warning, One brushed his tongue over her folds, sparks shooting through her body at the contact. Up & down. Down & up. Left to right, right to left. She entwined her fingers in them, pulling him closer, their bodies flush against each other. (Y/F/N) spread her thighs wider, dragging him in deeper as he sensually licked and sucked her most intimate part. Her hands continuously stroked his head and shoulders, tangling in his hair and grazing against face. Her entire body softened into him, surrendering to the pleasure he was providing her. (Y/F/N) gasped and moaned with pleasure, her breath coming out in hushed, passionate whispers. "P-Please.... that feels so good. I love what you are doing. Love the way you make me feel." She says, her voice high and squeaky. He just continued, his kisses and licks gentle but insistent. His hands were busy too, exploring the contours of her body, gently caressing her inner thighs and stomach until she thought her legs would give out from the sheer intensity of the sensation. Finally, with one last kiss, he slowly pulled away, leaving her wanting more. She opened her eyes and found him gazing deep into her, a spark of desire in his eyes, and a large smile painted across his face. "You are amazing," He murmured, his voice low and full of admiration. "Absolutely phenomenal, pet." She smiled, feeling elated. She had never experienced anything quite like that in her life before, and the feeling of being truly and utterly loved was something she would never forget. One then hummed a low, guttural note as he stood up and tossed his pants to the side. His smile was now replaced with a smirk as he took off his shirt in one swift motion and threw it on top of his pants. (Y/F/N) simply just watched in 'awe' as she sat back, never taking her eyes off of him. "Go on." He said as he motioned toward her clothes. "Undress yourself, let me see you in your full beauty without those horrid pieces of fabric covering it." As she does exactly what he says, they both are quick to strip themselves nude. Her eyes were locked onto his hard cock which now aimed right for her.

"Come here." he beckoned her with his finger, swaying it back and forth in the air. (Y/F/N) followed him to the bed, crawling over to him. "What you are going to do is wrap your hand around this." One instructed her as he took her hand and placed it around his member. A shiver went through him at the feeling of her fingers being wrapped around his shaft. He looked down at her and felt some sort of satisfaction as she rubbed up and down on him. "And then you are going to open your mouth, like a good girl does, and take me in."

(Y/F/N) nodded her head and pulled her hand away from his erection. She bit her lip as she lowered her head and opened her mouth. (Y/F/N) felt the tip of his cock press against her lips and slowly she opened her mouth and let his member slip inside of her. Her mouth was wet and warm as his cock slowly slid in and out of her mouth. Her tongue was pressed against the bottom of his shaft, touching his balls with every stroke.

(Y/F/N) was enjoying the way he was moaning and how his body was reacting to her. She was having a hard time keeping her mouth around his length, however. Though, she tried her hardest, not wishing to disappoint him.  There were moments when he was thrusting into her mouth and she almost choked, but she just kept going, wanting to be that good girl he claimed her to be.

It was only a matter of moments before she felt him tense up, his breathing becoming heavier and a tense feeling in his stomach. A warm flow poured into her mouth and she pulled away as he emptied himself into her mouth. (Y/F/N) swallowed quickly, forcing herself not to gag, but she managed. When he was finished, she looked up from her position. He was breathing heavily, but still smiling at her.

“I didn’t think you were going to swallow for me,” he said, his voice low and breathing heavy.

She shrugged and moved her head to clean his cock of the remaining cum. “Why wouldn’t I? I wanted to be your good girl... And I'm assuming good girls swallow?"

One chuckled as he gave a small nod as if to say 'you're right'.

He then leaned down to nip at her bottom lip before slipping his tongue passed her lips and tasting himself. He pulled away and she gasped, but he didn't give her time to adjust to the loss. He leaned in and kissed down her jaw and neck. He grabbed her breasts in his hands and squeezed, causing her to gasp and arch her back at the feeling.

(Y/F/N) felt his lips against her right breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. He took her nipple into his warm mouth and sucked before switching to her left breast.

Then, (Y/F/N) turned his attention to her stomach. He placed small kisses along her stomach, making her giggle. He smirked and slid his hands up her inner thighs, teasing her once more.

One smiled at the sounds leaving her lips as he then placed a kiss on her clit before sliding his tongue through her folds and into her hole. He pulled (Y/F/N) hips closer to his face and placed his hands under her ass, pulling her closer to his face. (Y/F/N) groaned and wrapped her arms around One's head, her fingers digging into his hair.

His tongue explored her hole, tasting her, before he used his fingers to tease her clit. (Y/F/N) squirmed and moaned in pleasure, not caring if she was going to get caught by how loud she was being. She also assumed One didn't care either.

One kissed and licked her clit before using his teeth to gently bite it. (Y/F/N) groaned loudly and arched her back, her eyes closing and her hair falling around her face.

"P-Please..." she begged. "Need you inside of me, One."

One snarled in hunger, his eyes ravenous for any sign of vulnerability in her. When he saw none, a savage determination surged through his veins. He was quick to stand to his feet only to pin her beneath him and he instantly drove himself into her with raw passion, pushing into her at full force. (Y/F/N) cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure flooding in her veins as One possessed her completely, his movement owning her body and soul as they moved together in a rhythm of sheer bliss. Faster, slower, deeper, softer...their connection became a raging fire that consumed them both. "You are too perfect, my love." he murmured, his voice growing darker as he was getting closer to his peak. "In this wretched world, where darkness prevails and the cruelty of humanity knows no bounds, it is you who brings light and warmth to my existence. For you, I would go to the ends of the earth and beyond, traversing the deepest abyss just to ensure your happiness." He said as he rocks his hips deeper into hers, loving the way she felt against his member and loving the way he felt inside of her. "We are to rule the world, you & I." She moaned softly in response, her hands running down his back and digging her nails into his skin. "Yes," she breathed out, "together we will conquer the world and everything in it." He leaned down to kiss her deeply, their tongues intertwined as they moved together in perfect rhythm. He couldn't get enough of her, her touch, her taste, her scent, everything about her drove him wild with desire. As they moved, the room grew hotter and sweat dripped from their bodies. He gripped her hips tightly as he continued to thrust into her, feeling her walls clenching around him. "I want to feel you come," he growled, kissing her neck as he quickened his pace. (Y/F/N) arched her back, crying out loudly as she reached her climax, her body convulsing in ecstasy. He followed soon after, his release washing over him in waves as he collapsed onto her, their bodies entwined in a tangled mess. They lay together for a long time until he shifted off of her, only to lay next to her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her into his side. One leaned up on his elbow to look down upon her gorgeous face. (Y/F/N) was watching him, her eyes filled with a million different emotions. The very top emotion on that list, however, was love. "(Y/F/N)," he spoke, his voice soft and tender. "I love you... and I am proud of the girl you are and I am even more ecstatic to see the powerful woman you are going to be."

A radiant smile illuminated her face, transforming her features into a portrait of pure joy. Her eyes softened, mirroring the warmth that emanated from within her. With a tender touch, she gently grazed his cheek, her fingertips caressing his skin.

"I love you, too," she confessed, her voice filled with affection and adoration. One then grew serious as he brushes his fingers through her hair, mumbling softly as he spoke. "You must remember, dear, remember, the dark side isn't just about destruction. It's about embracing your true potential, finding the strength within yourself to shape your destiny. This? What we share and what we have, it is your destiny. We are each-other's halves, we were meant to be one, meant to be together." (Y/F/N) listened to his words carefully, letting them sink into her like ink on paper. His deep voice was like music to her ears, resonating in the depths of her very soul. The darkness around them seemed to amplify his words, making them more powerful and alluring. As she gazed into his piercing blue eyes, (Y/F/N) felt a surge of desire course through her veins. He was right, we were meant to be together. The bond between her and him was unbreakable, forged in the darkness that surrounded them. His hand then found hers and he squeezed it gently, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You are powerful, my love," he whispered. "You just need to embrace it, embrace the darkness within you. Together, we are remarkable.. we are immortal. We are God's." She nodded, understanding the depth of his words. It was time to shed her old self, the one who had always clung to the light. It was time to embrace the darkness, to become the person she was always meant to become. Even if that made her a monster, even if that meant she'd be a villain... don't villains usually always have more fun? Together, side by side, One & (Y/F/N) would release hell. And they will do it with a smile on their faces.

[penmansparadise]

Peter Ballard (001) ~ The Ultimate Betrayal

*I DON’T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Peter Ballard (001) x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: S4 SPOILERS.  Angst.  Mild language.  Descriptions of violence from several episodes involving Peter. Please do not read if any of that may be triggering.

a/n: This was requested from my Wattpad.  This actually turned out longer than expected and is a whole ass rollercoaster, so buckle up lol.  I  really enjoyed writing this and hope that you all enjoy reading it.  I just want to say thank you to everyone reading my stuff (even my old stuff that I think is absolute hot GARBAGE lol).  I appreciate the comments, likes, and reblogs.  Remember my asks and requests are open!  Enjoy!!

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It started with shy glances here and there. You would be sitting alone in the breakroom, and, across the room, Peter would be staring. He would send you a little smile that barely lifted the corners of his lips and then would look away, leaving you wanting more. Then, walking through the halls with the other orderlies, he would pass you and let his fingers brush against your bare wrist. No words were exchanged for the first few weeks after you started working with Dr. Brenner. Just those sweet moments that left you with a rolling stomach and palpating heart. But then, one day, when you walked into the breakroom, Peter wasn’t in his usual spot. Instead, he was sitting like a statue at your table. His bright blue eyes looked at you with anticipation as you stood in the doorway before finally deciding to take a seat. That was the beginning of your secret relationship.

Brenner was very explicit when he hired you as one of his orderlies. There was to be no fraternization between you and the test subjects or any other employee. But you couldn’t help yourself. After that first day having lunch with Peter, you were a goner. From the way his smile reached from ear to ear at your every word to the way his laugh sent tingles throughout your body, there was no stopping the blossoming relationship between the two of you. Before long, you were not only sharing lunches but also sneaking into one another’s sleeping quarters at night. It wasn’t easy, and you had to pay off more than your fair share of guards, but you made do. You spent many nights cuddled up on Peter’s small cot, talking about the children.

You loved your job. It wasn’t what you thought you signed up for, but you were there for the kids. You loved every single one of them as if they were your own. Day in and day out, you watched as they trained and practiced in the Rainbow Room to impress Dr. Brenner. Because of your love for the children, you grew to have a special liking toward those who seemed weaker. One, in particular, was Eleven. She was young and much smaller than the other kids, yet for some reason, they enjoyed picking on her. You had heard the older kids bullying her on several occasions. There was even one time when you witnessed them pushing her around, and it nearly broke your heart. You had told Peter one night, enveloped in his strong arms.

“It’s so sad,” you whispered, afraid to speak too loudly, “they wouldn’t stop throwing her around. I watched the whole thing, Peter and I couldn’t do a damn thing. She’s just so much weaker than they are.”

He just gave a little squeeze and a small kiss on top of your head.

“I know it’s sad, love. But she’s not weak. She just…hasn’t found her strength yet.”

His comment, albeit cryptic, soothed your aching heart enough for the night. But you knew you were going to say something to Eleven.

The following day, you entered the Rainbow Room on a mission. You greeted each child as you walked by. But you were in there for one kid only this time, and she was sitting alone at the Plinko game. You approached the little girl and sat down beside her, crossing your legs. Her eyes never left the red wooden piece as it fell down, bouncing off several pegs before finally landing on a number. Eleven let out an annoyed sigh, then dropped another piece. Your presence clearly didn’t have an impact on her. You cleared your throat and forced a wide smile onto your face.

“You look lonely,” you said. Eleven looked at you from the corner of her eye but didn’t say anything. You began to pick at your nails, suddenly anxious next to the child. Finally, after what felt like ten minutes, you decided to jump right in.

“Listen,” you whispered, “I’ve noticed the other kids have been bothering you.”

Eleven froze for a split second at the top of the Plinko board. Your comment had struck a chord, and you continued.

“I know it can be difficult to stand up for yourself, but I have to tell you a secret.” Eleven’s big brown eyes locked with yours as you leaned a little closer to her.

“You’re so much stronger than them. Use your powers instead of restraining them.” Even though you didn’t quite believe it yourself, you hoped your words would give Eleven the strength to fight back. You waited for her to say something as she held your gaze, but she didn’t. Instead, she gathered the wooden pieces and regained her efforts to get the number she wanted.

You sat there, watching her try and fail again and again before finally getting up and showing yourself out. As you walked down the hall, you couldn’t get the image of Eleven getting thrown around out of your head. It was only when you heard Dr. Brenner’s voice that you came out of your thoughts.

“Yes, yes, I’m very aware of the situation. Just let the older kids do what needs to be done. It’ll all work itself out. With how things are progressing currently, Eleven will be dead within the next couple of days.”

Your hand shot up to your mouth to prevent your gasp from being heard.

“She’s too strong, and once she comes into her powers, she will be more of a danger than an asset. It’s better this way.”

You stood there, frozen in time. Dr. Brenner was going to let those older kids kill Eleven. Your knees felt weak as you leaned against the wall. Peter had always said that Dr. Brenner was playing the kids like a Chess game, but you never believed him. You had full faith that Brenner was doing his best to take care of the children. At least that’s what he told you when he hired you. But as you stood there, barely able to breathe, you knew that something had to be done. There was no way you were going to let Brenner kill Eleven.

That night, you snuck into Peter’s room. You curled up next to him on his cot but didn’t say anything. You knew he could tell that something was wrong by the way he peppered light kisses on your head.

“What’s wrong, love?”

His voice was like a siren call, pulling you to shore and away from your stormy waters. You were picking at the frays on his sheets.

“You were right, Peter.” Even you could hear the defeat in your voice.

“Right about what?”

“Brenner. This place. Everything.”

Peter’s lips ceased their attack on your head, and in that brief moment, you sat up. The shadows from the little light made Peter look ominous.

“What happened today?” Peter’s soft voice was a sharp contrast to the way he looked in the darkness. You took a deep breath.

“I went to talk to Eleven today in the Rainbow Room.”

“And why would you do that?”

“Have you seen her? She just sits there and lets those older kids hurt her. Well, today, I told her that she was stronger than her bullies, and she needed to stop restraining her powers.”

Peter raised his eyebrows, confusion settling on his face.

“Okay?”

“Well, I didn’t mean it. I was just trying to give her a confidence boost.”

When Peter didn’t chime in, you huffed.

“When I left her, I heard Brenner talking to someone. He said that she was too strong and couldn’t be controlled. Do you know what he wants to do?”

Peter didn’t answer, and you went on.

“He wants those kids to kill her, Peter. We have to do something.”

You could feel your eyes stinging with unshed tears. Peter sat up and placed his hands on either side of your face. His touch was so gentle you couldn’t help but close your eyes and lean into him. Even through everything, Peter was always your rock. It was you and him against the world. He traced the line of your cheekbone, and you opened your eyes.

“Why don’t you let me handle this, darling? Tomorrow I’ll go talk to her.”

“We’re going to help her?”

Peter nodded.

“Of course. You know I’ll do whatever I can.”

The following day, Peter left you in the hallway as he entered the Rainbow Room. You watched through the tiny crack as he approached Eleven at the Plinko game just as you had the day before. You couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but Eleven was actually interacting with him. A small smile pulled at your lips just before a booming voice echoed from the other end of the hallway.

“Hey, you!” You quickly turned around, standing straight.

“What are you doing just standing around? Get back to work!”

You nodded before swiftly taking off in the other direction of the Rainbow Room.

When night fell, you snuck into Peter’s room like every night prior. You entered the room, and instead of being met with Peter’s soft lips on yours, you were met with his bare back. His hands were holding his weight as he leaned against the wall, and you could see his heavy breaths.

“Did you talk to her?” You asked as you took slow steps toward your boyfriend.

“I did.”

His response was short and staccato, something you never received from him. Although you tried to not get irritated, his lack of elaboration was grinding your gears.

“Well?”

“I tried to help her find her strength.”

You threw your arms in the air and let out a groan.

“What?” You said, starting to pace, “Peter, that’s not enough! They could kill her at any moment.”

It was that comment that sent Peter over the edge. He turned around and, within seconds, was standing directly in front of you. His body was covered in red blotches and purple bruises. You sucked in a quick breath at the sight of his porcelain skin so broken.

“They could have killed me today for trying to help her, Y/N!”

He was burning with anger, and his teeth were bared as he towered over you. For a second, you were actually scared. But your face must have betrayed you because Peter’s demeanor quickly changed when his eyes met yours. He took a deep breath and stepped back, putting a significant amount of space between the two of you.

“I’ve got a plan, okay? We’re going to get her out of here. Trust me.” He said as he pulled his key card out of his back pocket and handed it to you.

“Tomorrow. You’ll give this to Eleven and then meet me in the boiler room. Okay?”

You looked from the key to Peter before nodding, a feeble smile spreading across your lips. Peter slowly closed the distance between you and him, taking your face in his hands. He brushed your frizzy hair behind your ears and then gently planted a sweet kiss on your lips. Just for a moment, you felt like you were floating. But you were yanked back to the ground when he pulled back.

“Go get some rest, love. We have a big day tomorrow.”

He gave you one more kiss before escorting you to the door.

The next day, you made your way to the Rainbow Room, nodding a greeting to the other orderlies and guards. By the time you made it to the room, your hands were shaking so bad you had to shove them in your pockets. Your eyes zeroed in on Eleven the minute the doors shut behind you. As you approached the Plinko game, she turned to face you. You gave the most confident smile you could as you motioned toward the Chess table.

“Are you up for something a little more challenging?” You said, voice wobbling a little.

Eleven took a second before getting up and following you to the table. You both took a seat and, at first, began playing in silence. But eventually, you swallowed the lump in your throat and raised your eyes to look at Eleven.

“Don’t make any sudden movements, okay?”

She nodded as she moved another piece.

“I’m going to give you something,” you said, voice low so as to not tip off anyone. Your hands were trembling as you slid the key card to Eleven under the table. When the exchange was made, Eleven looked at you with bewilderment.

“Peter and I are going to get you out of here.” You said, then stood from the table and walked out without a second glance.

By the time you made it to the boiler room, Peter was already there. You ran into his welcoming arms as he pulled you into a tight embrace. Both of you knew the danger you were putting yourselves in helping Eleven. It wasn’t lost on you that Dr. Brenner could not only find out about your plan to help her escape, but he could also find out about your secret relationship. You breathed in Peter’s scent, letting the warmth of his hands on your back seep into your bones.

“Did you give her the key?” He asked, his voice sounding far away.

You pulled back enough to look up at him. His lips were set in a straight line and, combined with the darkness, made him look sinister. You pushed the thought away and nodded.

“Yeah, she should be down here at any moment.”

And as if on cue, the door opened at the sound of tiny feet pitter-pattering down the stairs filled the dim room. You let go of Peter just in time for Eleven to run into your arms. Her little frame felt so fragile as you held her.

“Follow me,” Peter said before stalking off toward the back of the room. You took Eleven’s hand, and the two of you followed behind Peter. When you finally caught up to him, he was pulling a grate off the wall.

“It’ll be scary at first, but this should take you to the woods just beyond the fence,” Peter said, giving Eleven’s arm a little squeeze. She looked at the small opening and her eyebrows furrowed. She turned to you.

“It’s too small. You won’t fit.”

You ran your hand over her short hair, cupping her cheek.

“We’re not going with you, Eleven.”

Her eyes grew feral, but before she could say anything else, Peter stepped in. He moved his hair to the side and tilted his head, exposing his neck.

“Do you see that?” He asked, finger pushing against a small cylinder just underneath his skin. “That’s a tracker. Papa calls it Soteria. If we go with you, Papa will find Y/N and me, and then he will find you.”

You stared at him in awe. He never told you about a tracker. Dr. Brenner never put a tracker in you, and you were a little thrown that this was the first time you heard about Soteria. You reached your free hand out and touched the small implant, but Peter didn’t look at you. Instead, his eyes were trained on Eleven. She looked from the grate, then back to Peter and you before letting go of your hand.

“Let me fix it. You helped me; now I can help you.” She said, earning a menacing grin from Peter. You stepped to the side as Eleven stood, and Peter braced himself against a wall. She reached her arm out and ripped the tiny tracker out of Peter’s neck. You ran up to Eleven, wiping the blood from her nose.

“Are you okay?”

She gave a curt nod just as the door to the boiler room flew open.

“There they are!” Shouted a group of guards who came trampling down the stairs.

“Run!” Peter said, and without even thinking, you grabbed Eleven’s hand and took off.

Peter led the two of you back up another set of stairs and into a hallway. But just as you entered, another set of guards blocked your path. Your motherly instincts were kicking in as you pushed Eleven behind you.

“Where do you think you all are going?” The guard asked as he zapped on his taser. You turned to run in the other direction, but more guards rounded the corner, stomping out that idea. They were closing in on the three of you, and a small whimper escaped your lips as you began to curl into Eleven, doing whatever you could to protect the little girl.

“It’s okay,” Peter said flatly, “You don’t have to be afraid. Not anymore.”

You looked up just as he stretched his arm out and, with powers you didn’t even know he had, sent the guards flying into the walls. One by one, the men were picked off by Peter. Your jaw fell open as you watched your boyfriend, the man you thought you knew everything about, use his mind to snap the last guard’s neck. You opened and closed your mouth, attempting to create a coherent sentence in the wake of what just happened, but nothing came out. Peter ushered you and Eleven into a supply closet, slamming the door behind him. Once inside, you looked at Peter, eyes nearly bugging out of your head.

“W-what just…Peter, how did you-”

“Eleven knows,” he said, brushing right past you and walking directly up to the little girl. “I said it before. We’re alike.” Peter twisted his arm, exposing his wrist where a tiny 001 was tattooed. You narrowed your eyes, mouth agape, as you looked at the black ink. How had you not known? He never told you that he was Brenner’s first pet. You had been together for years now, and never once did he tell you that he was like the children you worked so hard to take care of? Before you could even press the issue, Peter was walking to the door.

“Stay here, okay? I’m going to find us a way out.” And with that, he exited the room. Both you and Eleven stood dumbfounded, staring at the door he just left through. You stayed that way for a while before placing a hand on Eleven’s shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay. Peter will take care of us. I promise.” You said, pulling her into your arms.

It felt like hours had passed, and Peter had still not returned. You and Eleven just sat on the floor, waiting impatiently for his return. Neither of you had moved until the building’s alarm sounded. You could feel Eleven tense in your arms, and you immediately began rubbing her back, shushing her.

“It’s alright. Come on, let’s go see if there’s something we can do.”

You helped Eleven up, pulled the door open, and slowly walked toward one of the dead guards. His radio was staticky, making it hard to hear what was being said. But it wasn’t hard to miss the broken screams coming through the little speaker. Panic was rising in your chest as you squeezed Eleven’s hand and guided her toward a set of double doors. You pushed through and stopped short when you saw blood smeared on the walls.

“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself before continuing to walk forward. The first door on your right was gone, and when you looked in, you saw Dr. Brenner’s limp figure lying on the floor.

“Oh my God.”

You tried to shield Eleven from seeing him by placing your body directly in front of hers, but it didn’t work. And when you looked straight ahead, you felt your stomach roll. One of the orderlies, you couldn’t remember his name, was propped up against the wall, his blood sprayed just above his skull. Your free hand flew to your mouth, and you didn’t waste any time dragging Eleven away from Brenner’s dead body. But the nightmare didn’t end. As you passed each open door, you could see the mutilated bodies of each child you had grown to love. Their walls and bed sheets stained red under them. You could hear Eleven’s gasps that turned into whimpers as you passed each of her disfigured siblings. You couldn’t tell if it was your hand of Eleven’s that was shaking as you rounded the corner and saw another set of double doors. The Rainbow Room.

You quickly began walking forward, trying to ignore the death and destruction around you. And soon, you were practically dragging Eleven as you began to jog toward what you hoped would be a safe haven. But, as soon as you threw the doors open, you knew you were wrong. What was once a pristine pearly room for the children was now littered with their maimed bodies and blood. A tiny yelp escaped your lips as tears began to soak your cheeks. You didn’t even realize someone else was in the room until Eleven pulled on your hand and pointed directly in front of you. Two was pressed up against the wall, slowly being killed by Peter. Two’s groans echoed through your head as you stood in horror watching. Eleven’s heavy breathing was the only other thing audible in the room until the crack of Two’s lifeless body hit the floor. A loud shriek fell from your lips, and your whole body was trembling. Your eyes moved from the back of Peter’s head to Two, then back. You slowly pulled Eleven into your chest, and you could feel her tears soaking through your shirt. It was quiet until Peter turned his head to the side, his eyebrows knitted, and said, “I asked you to wait.”

The panic that had been bubbling inside of you spilled over. You grabbed Eleven’s hand and ran to the door. You were able to pull it open just before Peter slammed them shut.

“Fuck!” You shouted, your voice clogged with tears. “No, no, no,” you said as you tried to pull on the door to no avail. When you turned around, the beautiful boy you loved was staring back at you. Where there used to be a smile and soft eyes, there was now a scowl and rage. He began to walk toward you and Eleven, and like before, you planted your body in front of hers. Yours and Eleven’s sobs, combined with the click of Peter’s shoes, reverberated throughout the room. When he finally reached you, he placed his fingers under your chin and raised your eyes to look at him. For the first time since you met him, you were repulsed by his touch and terrified by his presence. The man you were looking at was not your boyfriend. No, you were looking at a monster. His thumb wiped away a tear that was threatening to drip down your chin.

“Why do you cry for them, Y/N?” Peter asked. His voice was still so soft, but it didn’t bring you the same comfort it once did. Now, instead of the rumble of butterflies, your stomach lurched.

“Hm? They’ve never done anything for you.” He let go of your face, and you dropped your gaze, tears splashing onto the floor by your feet.

“They locked you in here, forcing you to watch over children who aren’t even yours. They stole your life from you much like they stole mine and Eleven’s.”

You tried to subdue the sobs that were shaking your body, but you couldn’t. The sound of your frightened cries filled the room.

“They gave you hope,” Peter said as he began to walk around you and Eleven. “Made you believe that one day, it would all be over, and we’d be able to leave. Happy.” His eyes met yours again. “Well, that’s not the case, now, is it?”

Another sob racked your body, and you sniffled, trying to regain control.

“Peter,” you said, his name coming out as a plea for help, “please don’t do this.”

“I don’t need you, Y/N!” You jumped at his outburst as you watched him round you and Eleven again, seething. When he came back around, he stopped in front of you, a deranged smile playing on his lips. “I don’t need to pretend anymore.”

Peter took a step closer, and you shrunk under his intimidating glower.

“And even though you try so hard, you cannot protect Eleven from her true potential.” He took another step until he was nose to nose with you and growled, “She and I will do what is necessary to recreate the world as we see fit.”

Even though you were shaking and your vision was blurred, you stood up as tall as you could manage and said with conviction, “I will not let you hurt her, Peter.”

He scoffed and took a step back.

“My name is not Peter. It’s Henry.”

And before you could say anything else, Eleven went flying across the room. You let out a scream that became strangled when your body got strung up in midair. Every limb was pulled taut and then pulled even further. Tears streamed from your eyes as your mouth hung open, your screams of pain unable to be heard. You watched who you thought was the love of your life lift you higher into the air, breaking each bone in your body one by one. Eleven was screaming from where she lay on the floor. You felt yourself drifting away as darkness began to cloud your vision, creeping in from the sides until there was nothing.  

Taglist: @violetrainbow412-blog​

[lover4st]

P҉e҉t҉e҉r҉ ҉B҉a҉l҉l҉a҉r҉d҉

♥fluff♥ - /͓̽

ąղցʂէ - ⅋

𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊'𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎  ⅋

[hart269]

*The gang finding photos of 001*

Steve : So that's what Vecna looked like

Y/N : Damn

Robin : What

Y/N : He can possess me any day he wants

Eddie : Me too

[fxllfaiiry]

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 <𝟑

˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Peanut butter cookies - @eddie-van-munson

guitar pick - @yourfavouriterival

“Why the hell would you say something like that?” - @rainylana

Bloody Lip - @darling-i-read-it

Afterglow - @siempre-bucky

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

fool for you - @witchwyfe

Jealousy jealousy - @eufezco

Boobies - @princessofmarvel

The babysitters club - @sinclaiirs

I Like Girls Too - @bxcketbarnes

Slurpys and Dirty Talk - @steveharringtons-lover

Just the two of Us - @heyysteven

The Cake Attack of ‘87 - @hellfireclubmember

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

What Were you Thinking? - @jedi-mabari

beat up love - @dearhargrove

road gate - @eddiemunsxn

i’m with you - @hauntlikeaghost0

my boy - @feverdreqmz

Just To Ourselves - @billyhargrove-s

Dating Billy Hargrove HC's - @queers-gambit

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥/𝟎𝟎𝟏

Staff Room Crushes - @dysfunctionalaliens

You'll See Why - @justfandomwritings

Yandere Husband! 001 - @floatyflowers

Blue - @jamilelucato

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

redemption make out sesh - @stevesfaberge

Opposites Attract - @strangeswift

Blurb <3 - @shysneeze

dating robin headcanons - @nctzncore

Blurb <3 - @hawkins-losers

Thank me later - @selenitesdawn

"What's your favorite scary movie? " - @ioveeddiemunson

bloodshot bad news - @stevesfaberge

˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

Jealousy - @milkmily

Blurb <3 - @multi-fandom-imagine

Teach me - @fentibeauty

No but like… dating Nancy - @bi-disaster-yn

˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

Your Love - @refiwrites

Dating Jonathan Byers Headcanons - @myuninterestinglifestory

boyfriend headcanons - @keepyourbliss

Wish - @proudharrington

[somungchi]

Pretty boyfriends

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ~ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

strictly 18+ only // content warnings should be on each link

forewarning: obviously the voices aren’t going to sound exactly like the actors / characters so I’ve gone more for how the vibes and attitudes fit with the characters, you’ll just have to use your imagination tbh my darlings!!

these are intended for female / afab listeners

other than that go wild and happy listening my loves

Peter Ballard / Henry Creel

Peter taunting you as he touches himself

replacing your ex (doppelgänger au)

Peter owns you

a mishap at the lab (sex pollen)

Peter is very possessive of you

making you call him daddy

Dmitri Antonov

wanting to satisfy you

Dmitri coming home needy for you

Dmitri edging you

possessive Dmitri

snowed in at a cabin with Dmitri

Jim Hopper

being a good princess for daddy

daddy dom Hopper

dirty talking and edging with Hopper

Jim comes home from work to find you touching yourself

encouraging Hopper to come to bed

Joyce Byers

feeling safe with mommy Joyce

Joyce teasing and degrading you

making a ‘mess’ in the kitchen with Joyce

Joyce worshipping your pussy

Mrs Karen Wheeler

your mom’s best friend comes to see you before bed

milf neighbour Karen teaches you how to masturbate

hooking up with your roommate’s (Nancy) mom

link to search website yourself 

main masterlist // stranger things masterlist // stranger things audio list one // stranger things audio list two

p.s. I will keep adding more as and when I find them / when they’re sent to me

on that note, if you find any you think would fit the characters please do feel free to send them my way so I can add them to the list!!

tagging: @mothdruid @chaoticvigilantes @simp-lyme @brighteyedbushybrowed @haiishodenki @botanicalbarnes @dreamerlandz @kaitioo @multixfandomwriter @courtneyslove @elenarenee07 @anxiously-sidequesting @stargazineyes @celestbarnes @allthecurls-misc @luv-flor7777 @eddiemunsonswife21 @edensbuttercups @thegreatkneetaker @prettyboy-20 @brynnwrites

[could-it-be-a-dream]

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.

[mya-cookie-eater]

Imagine…

You’re your comfort characters comfort character 

C/c=comfort character 

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

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

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

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

[kaylawritesfics]

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

How Peter Ballard Shows His Love

headcanons

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

pairing: peter ballard x reader

warnings: none :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[starkeysprincess]

KEY:  ☼ (smut or features smut)

i m a g i n e s :

Sex Lesson (☼)

[iloveudilfs]

Simply in love with him

[hart269]

*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"

[henrywintersslut]

you know you want me, baby

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

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

words: 4,1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

submission to him.

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for later times of desperation, he told himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

his belt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you groaned frustratedly and snapped your eyes shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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