#peter ballard stranger things

[m0mmat0rtle]

“He’s literally a psychotic murder who killed many innocent people and children”

Yeah but he has pretty eyes, fluffy hair, and would hug me when I’m sad

[petersprincesss]

We Don’t Talk That Way

Me again, hello!

This was requested by both @effrvcfcr and @cassiopeiagalaxies-blog on my One Shots of Peter Ballard post. You can find it and make a request here, or just send me a message!

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Genre: Smut. So filthy.

Rating: Explicit as fuck. Minors DNI

Tags: praise and degradation, spanking, punishment, fingering, fem reader, pain play ig?

(I recognize that test subjects in the lab do not have hair. I did not consider this until after it was written and I have decided that I don’t care. If that bothers you, please let me know here)

(Proof reading is for dorks)

“God, I’m fucking starving,” you mumbled to yourself, standing up from your seated position in the rainbow room. Dinner wasn’t for another forty five minutes, and you were expected to spend that time enjoying yourself, or at least keeping yourself entertained.

“‘Scuse me,” you spoke as you approached Peter, your favorite orderly, standing diligently by the double doors that led into the hallway, “I’m fucking hungry, can I get a snack or something?”

“Hey, language,” Peter responded, his voice hushed, but firm.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. Anyways, food?” You snapped your fingers as you spoke, trying to speed things along.

Peter had always favored you a little more than the others. After all, you were closest in age to him out of everyone in the building. You were a few years older than most of the other test subjects in the lab, and he was considerably younger than Dr. Brenner or anyone else with authority. It helped that you were also exactly his type.

“Alright, but we’re gonna have to be careful, okay? Let’s see if the nurse has some graham crackers or something,” Peter sighed. He turned around and pushed the heavy off-white door open, allowing you to train behind him.

“Hand,” he demanded, reaching his open palm out to you.

“Seriously?” You scoffed, “I’m nineteen, give me a break.”

“Rules are rules, do you want a snack or not?”

“Fine,” you huffed, smacking your palm into his.

Peter led you down the hallway next to him. He swung your hand back and forth in stride, and for an unconscious moment, you felt as though you were holding the hand of a lover. Peter’s docile grasp felt like how you’d imagine walking home after a long day during a sunset must feel. You kept your eyesight away from his, praying he wouldn’t notice your heart rate steadily escalating just from having physical contact with him.

“You know, what I’d really like to do is feed Dr. Brenner a fucking knuckle sandwhich,” you muttered, cautiously affirming that no one else was around to hear your crude remarks.

“What did you just say?” Peter asked, stopping dead in his tracks and turning to face you.

“What? I’m just saying, the dude’s a total dickface,” you mumbled, lessening your voice even further.

“Hey, look at me,” Peter snapped, dropping your hand and grasping your chin so you were forced to face him.

His ocean blue eyes dove into yours, and your stomach dropped at the intense eye contact. A switch flipped inside you, and suddenly you felt a hunger for more than just food.

“We don’t talk that way, understand?”

“Yeah, you certainly don’t. At least not when you’re on Dr. Brenner’s leash” you mocked, jerking your chin away from his grip.

Peter inhaled deeply before snatching your wrist, dragging you down the hallway, “Come with me, we’ve got to do something about that attitude.”

“Peter, hey, relax, I was just joking,” you panicked as he approached the door to your living quarters and jerked the handle, yanking you inside behind him.

Once inside, Peter slammed the door behind you and pushed you up against it, holding you pitilessly in place with his hands on your biceps. His face drew in so close to yours that you could feel the air leaving his nose traveling down your neck, cascading onto your chest.

“Did I fucking stutter? We don’t talk that way,” Peter snarled, glaring at you from beneath his knotted eyebrows.

“I- I’m sorry,” you choked out, surprised not only to see him so furious, but to find that it aroused you.

“Are you?” Peter asked deviously.

“Yes, yes I really am!” You pleaded, the tone of your voice bordering dangerously close on lustful moaning.

“I don’t think you are. I think girls like you need to be punished in order for your behavior to change,” Peter grinned at you, expecting you to buckle beneath his expression.

“And how are you going to do that, Mr. Ballard?” You spoke defiantly, turning your nose up at him to challenge his pretentious ego.

Peter smiled at you, any trace of that comforting orderly he masqueraded as fully removed, perhaps discarded as soon as he stepped inside your corridor. He slid away from you, dragging his fingers down your arms tauntingly as he turned around and pulled out a chair tucked into the solitary desk across from your bed. He unclasped his belt as he stared into you, daring you to look away. It became a struggle not to stare as he whipped his belt away from his body and tightened his grip on the buckle and opposite end so that it formed a menacing loop.

Without breaking eye contact, Peter sat down in the chair and motioned you to him with a wave of his hand and a single word, “Come.”

You obeyed him, sauntering over to where he was seated, feeling a heartbeat form between your legs that was pleading for his attention. Once you stood before him, he reached up and snatched a fistfull of your hair, tugging your body down so you were bent over his knee. Your breath hitched as he reached back and grabbed the hem of your hospital gown and began trailing it upwards at a glacial pace.

“You know, Y/N,” Peter thought aloud, “you could be such a good test subject if you only listened.”

His words alone sent electricity up your spine, flowing through your body beneath his touch.

“I’ll listen, I promise,” you whined, your breath catching as you felt the gown slip fully over your hips, leaving you fully exposed to him.

“Save your promises, sweetheart. This is going to hurt.”

Without letting a second slip by, Peter raised his belt and smacked it down on your bare flesh, forcing an unexpected yelp to escape your lips.

“Quiet now. We wouldn’t want anyone else to know what a bad girl you’ve been, would we?” Peter quizzed. Your mind raced to find an answer, but the only thing it came up with was the stinging sensation emanating from the impact and the heat you felt growing not far beneath it.

“Fuck…” you exhaled hoarsly, your breath practically stolen from your lungs.

Peter’s hand twisted itself in your hair and yanked it backwards.

“Language,” he scolded.

“I’m s- sorry. Please,” you began to plead, unsure of what exactly you were even begging for.

“Please what, Y/N?”

Before you could even answer, Peter laid down another swing, his belt cracking as it met your skin. You let out another moan in response, far from a cry for a resolution. With each blow he delivered, your body began whorishly anticipating the next.

“Peter, I-”

He interrupted you again with another smack, clearly not interested in anything you felt the need to express to him.

“Awh, I’m sorry sweetheart. Is the belt too much for you?” He chastised. Peter’s belt dropped to the floor, his buckle clattering to the tile with a metallic clink.

Before you could begin to whimper, Peter smacked you with his bare hand, just low enough that he made a pleasant discovery.

“God… you’re soaked,” Peter remarked, examining his fingertips.

An erotic shame rose in your abdomen and crept out of your mouth with a wanton moan. You squirmed beneath his fingers grazing over your skin, but he reaffirmed his clench on your hair, governing you back under his control.

“Why are you so wet, huh?” Peter asked, his fingers circling around where you needed him most, tracing invisible drawings on your flesh.

“God, Peter, it feels so good, please,” you begged, praying he wouldn’t make you admit your desires aloud.

“Please what? Say it,” he shattered your hopes.

“Please touch me!” You demanded, squeezing your eyes closed with a rigidity that pinched tears out from beneath your lashes.

“This is what you want?” Peter asked, two of his fingers pressing gently against your opening, just shy of how badly you needed him to push.

“Yes, please!” you whined, your hips jolting back into his palm.

“You’re fucking dirtier than I thought,” Peter sighed, sliding into you. You groaned salaciously, your body’s electricity thundering under his manipulation.

Peter reached across your back for your arm, dangling near his feet. He pulled your forearm up and pinned it behind your back, halting you from wiggling away from him. Your opposite arm reached down to the tiled floor, your palm resting on the cool, smooth surface to ground you. Peter plunged in and out of you, setting a pace designed to push you over the edge that was rapidly drawing nearer.

“Thank you, Peter,” you huffed, unsure of what else to say. Gratitude seemed to be the only emotion worth expressing to him.

“What are you thanking me for, slut?” Peter mocked you tonelessly, his momentum never wavering.

“Th- thank you for punishing me,” you managed to squeak out. Your eyes rolled back in your head as if you were incapable of speaking and keeping your eyes open at the same time.

“I knew you’d like being punished,” Peter taunted you, “I can feel you tightening up on me, are you going to cum on my fingers, you whore?”

“Oh God, yes, Peter please!” You whimpered, feeling a wave rise between your legs, drawing the air out of your lungs.

Peter abruptly removed his fingers from you and smacked your exposed flesh again, denying you the release your body so feverishly craved.

“I don’t think so,” he growled. Peter yanked your hair sternly, pulling you up to a seated position on his lap.

Peter’s face lined up next to yours, his lips grazing your ear through your messy strands of hair, “You can cum when you learn to behave.”

[lovetohate001]

Can. I please have Vecna smut?🙏🙏😩

The Clock Strikes Midnight

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

Word count: 1.08K

© lovetohate001, 2022. reposting/translating is not allowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head and sighed shakily.

“What do you want, angel?”

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

“Good girl,” he crooned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Behind you, sweetheart."

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

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

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

“Are you a ghost then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Secret (Henry/Peter/001 x reader)

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

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001 x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(1 year later)

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The child is mine?" He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word count: 1636

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

[caffess]

freedom ; peter ballard x reader

A/N: not the first fic i write, but definitely the first one i post in here

contents; violence, fluff, peter is not the bad one its 002, happy normal life, probably a part two, y/n and peter are cute.

summary: you and peter have been longing for freedom ever since you fell in love, now its time to finally flee the lab with a eight-year-old eleven and start living a normal life.

“Everything ready?”

“Yes, lets just hope Eleven gets here on time”

“She will. She’s very smart for her age.” Peter shuffled around grabbing the walkie talkie that you had sneaked into the lab less than a week ago; in the other line awaited an excited Russian named Yuri, awaiting to do the job he was so well paid for.

It was hard to find a way to escape the lab, especially since Peter and Eleven weren’t allowed to go outside for obvious reasons. Freedom seemed to be something they could only dream of, but if your plan worked out, it would become a reality.

“If Eleven takes the soteria off of you, in theory, you would get your powers back, correct?” You asked, as you got rid of the silly doctors hat that Brenner made you wear.

“Not in theory, it’s a fact,” Peter played with his fingers nervously, an excited smile threatening to form in his lips “We will get the life we've been dreaming of. I promise.”

He kissed you gently in the lips, and for a moment, you let it all settle in.

You would be free.

You were interrupted by the sound little footsteps emerging from the stairs. Peter let go of you and grabbed Eleven as gently as he could, indicating her to stay quiet, due to her nearly letting out a frightened squeak when one of the machines let out some steam near her.

“Follow me, Y/N is just around the corner” He told her.

In less than a second you could see how El and Peter emerged from the distance, and the nervous girl let out the breath she was holding as she saw you.

“Hi, El” You whispered, opening your arms so Eleven could launch her tiny frame into yours

“Hi, mom” She whispered, tears falling from her eyes. 

When Peter told her that there was a way for you three to escape the lab and become a family, Eleven had been so excited she nearly forgot to fake playing the game of chess. The whole day she just kept thinking about the world outside the walls.

You talked to her about Hawkins; the sun, the squirrels, the music. Everything you talked to her about seemed to make her more excited and curious to know what the world outside would look like.

“So, this is the thing.” Peter said, as he placed the walkie in front of both you and Eleven. He took her tiny hand and placed it on his neck where she could feel the little bump under his skin “Can you feel it?”

Eleven nodded in confusion, and looked over to you in search of an explanation.

“Your Papa calls it Soteria” Peter said “It weakens me, it tracks me. We need your help to take it off, if we don’t he will find us”

“H-How can I help?” El asked nervously while pursing her lips. You place your hands on her shoulders and make her turn around to look at you.

“The best option we have is for you to use your powers to take it out” You said, taking one of her hands in yours. “If you do it fast enough you wont hurt him, but we have to be fast unless you want us to miss our ride to freedom”

“O-Okay” She said.

Peter took his belt off and moved in order for him to lay his back on a wall, and put his belt in his mouth, with his other hand in yours.

“When I count to three, you will pull it off, okay?”

El nodded.

“One.. Two” Peter closed his eyes hard and his grip on your hand grew tighter “Three!”

Peter’s whine is partly muffled by the belt and you hear the Soteria clink as it hits the ground. 

“You okay, darling?” You ask as Peter shuffled towards the tiny chip covered in blood, his hand not once leaving yours.

“Yeah... Yeah... Im fine.” Reality seems to punch him right in the face when he sees the object shining between his fingers. Freedom was just a few steps away from becoming real.

“There they are!” A voice shrieks while kicking the door right open “Freeze!”

Peter grabs your and Eleven’s hands and makes a run for it. 

You both follow him up some stairs while several security guards yell orders behind you. Peter’s grip on your hand becomes tighter signaling the fear and adrenaline going through his veins. You kick open a door and you're able to find yourselves in a hallway. It seems empty at first and you try to keep running, but just as you turn your heel, you are surrounded by guards with electric weapons pointing at you.

“All three of you against the wall!” One of them says, you slowly hide behind Peter, holding Eleven tightly in your arms.

“You don’t have to be afraid of them, El.” He tells her while looking at the guard right in the eyes “Not anymore”

In a quick movement, Peter turns around and uses his powers to push the guards behind you against the wall, and crashing the two others in front of him against the roof. The last one puts his hands up but Pete shows him no mercy, and snaps his neck before he’s able to even beg for mercy.

“Come on, El, let’s go, now!” You grab her wrist and follow Peter around the lab. Your feet run as fast as they can trying to keep up with the blonde boy. You hear Eleven’s terrified whimpers and you long to console her but now isn't the right time, and the only thing you can do is try to urge her to run faster.

She’s just eight years old, her tiny and delicate frame cant keep up with both yours and Peter’s long steps, so you stop for a brief moment and take her in your arms.

“Lets play a game, okay?” You whisper in her ear, while putting your hand in Peter’s once again “You will try to hold me as tight as you can, and I want you to close your eyes and count to the biggest number you can think of, alright?”

You can feel her nod, and her head buries itself in the crook of your neck, where you can hear clearly her voice counting as slowly as possible.

“Dont move, we will shoot!” A guard screams. Peter looks back at him and sends his crew flying against the walls. One of them fires his gun but it missed you narrowly, startling El, who whimpers in your neck.

“What was that?” She asks, her voice cracking. As soon as Peter is done with the guards you keep running, holding his hand and cradling Eleven’s head.

“It was nothing, keep counting, you were doing it so well!”

You go down some stairs and finally see the reception. Alarms are blaring around you and Peter is going ballistic throwing all the goons around the air and against the walls. When you're about to reach the door, you trip with an object and hit your head against a hard surface. You can hear Eleven whine and Peter’s too busy with the men to help you. You try to stand up but an artifact floats towards you and hits you right in the nose.

You shriek at this and turn around to see what happened and are faced by number Two staring at you with angry eyes.

“You guys always seem to forget about me, dont you?”

Peter turns around and freezes for a second at the sight of the kid. How he has escaped is beyond you two, but he seems to be boiling in anger. Before you're able to formulate a response, you see the kid raise his hand towards you and you can feel a force pulling you up by your neck.

“Peter tries to focus on both him and the guards but the task seems impossible. Your sight starts getting blurry and as soon as you think you're going to slip into unconsciousness, you feel the pressure leave you, and you drop to the ground.

You can hear a loud crash and screams, and you feel Peter’s arms around you. When you look up, the only thing you're able to see is a huge red opening against the wall that is slowly closing in front of you, and Eleven’s tiny frame collapse in the ground.

Everything seems too blurry and your throat aches like hell, but with Peter’s help you manage to get up. He grabs El’s tiny body and cradles her in her arms and you're back to running. Peter uses his powers to open the gate to the lab and you both run off to the woods. 

Your feet hurt and you're feeling dizzy, but you cant afford to stall right now. You are so close to making it that you can nearly taste freedom at the tip of your tongue.

The world around you seems to fade and theres only you, Peter, and Eleven. Running for your lives. Running for your freedom.

“I see you, Americans” You hear a voice echoing from Peter’s pocket, and suddenly you remember what you’re running towards: Yuri’s car.

Far from you, you see a glimpse of blue, and the closer you get, the better you can see it.

It’s a car.

It’s freedom

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Eleven didn't wake up until you guys arrived at a cottage far from the lab. The car ride was full of weird attempts at understanding Yuri’s less than funny jokes but in the end everything worked out for you guys.

El rubbed her eyes as she looked around the place, you were putting her down on an old dusty couch so you could look for the bags hidden under the floorboards.

You reached for a suitcase filled with money and handed it to the weird russian man, who had been drooling over his payment a whole month.

“There you go, now get the fuck out of here” You said. You watched him scurry away and didnt peel your gaze off him until he was way out of sight in the heart of the woods.

“Where are we?” Eleven asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey darling, we are in a safe house. We have about an hour to get cleaned up before we go to our real house”

“Real house? Where?”

“Its a beautiful place near Lovers Lake” You explained, while ruffling inside the bag looking for the clothes you had bought for her. “Go inside the room and put this on. I will help you get cleaned up in a second”

“Wheres Peter?” She asked, while grabbing the white shirt and blue skirt you had gotten her.

“Don’t worry about him darling, he’s just starting the car”

As she entered the room, you didn’t waste any time and took your ugly dress off. You pulled your clothes on and put a coat over them; you were in the middle of November and it was pretty chilly.

“The car is ready to go” Peter said as he jumped into the cabin. You couldn’t help but notice the huge red stain in his shirt caused by the open wound of the Soteria.

“Oh Peter come on we gotta get you cleaned up.” You said, hurrying to get something to stop the bleeding. You ripped a piece of your ugly nurse dress and pressed it on his neck. “Good luck I got you a turtle neck”

He chuckled at this, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Gods, I love you, you know that, right”

You chuckled and nodded.

“I love you too, Peter, you’re the love of my life”

[first-to-die]

001 as cats

[voxmortuus]

Peter Ballard | Vecna | 001

So... to hop on this bandwagon or no... It would be pure smutty content. So if you're under 18 Do NOT Interact! Requests are open! Leaving the Eddie Munson Bandwagon for @tiedyedragonswriteses She's got some great work! And more content to come! So Peter Ballard | Vecna | 001 Smut!? I think yes! I do see breeding kink in the future....

[frost-queen]

Mine to keep (Reader x Peter Ballard /001)

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The rainbow room.

Standing before the painted door with a rainbow, stared you in front of you. Focusing hard on each color, the instructions running around your head. The instructions were very simple. Go inside, look around, observe, and see who has any potential. Now standing before the rainbow door, you didn’t know why you hesitated. An echo of your friend’s words startled you. His voice loud and clear in your head as it came and went. Observe. You reached for the handle, slowly opening the door. Few heads turned in your direction when you entered, all too busy to play. 

Shutting the door, came you standing against the door. Your eyes immediately going towards the camera in the corner. It’s red light shining bright. You moved your hands to your back, taking in a deep breath. Getting in motion, walked you close to the walls, making your way around the room. The sound of clattering wooden circles as Three was trying to let it fall into the box of his choice, overpowering the silence in the room. Six and Eight were crawling over the floor in a circle, chasing a toy car. Twelve and Four playing chess in a corner. Your eyes met briefly up with the large window at the end of the room. There stood a security guard with his arms crossed.

You came standing by a sidewall, having a clear view of the room. You let your eyes rest on every child for a few moments. Trying to take up as much about them. The little hairs in your neck rose at the feverish feeling. The eerie feeling as if you were being watched. You touched your neck briefly, feeling an impulse kick inside of you. An impulse telling you to act. Urged to do what has been asked of you. Dropping your hand, held you them behind your back again. Five was stacking up blocks. You were about to go over to him when someone else caught your attention. 

Your expression ever neutral as that was expected of you. On a bench sat Eleven, kicking her feet mindlessly. You narrowed your eyes intriguingly at her. You decided to set your focus on her, drawn to her. Yet not interact with her. You wanted to observe her more from a distance first. You moved on to another part of the rainbow room, getting a frontal look on Eleven. Her eyes went up, meeting up with yours. You gifted her with a faint smile, letting her know you were friendly. Eleven kept staring at you, used to the people in uniforms. When she found you weren’t interesting anymore, adverted her gaze elsewhere. A buzzing alarm went off. Ever subject got up, running to get in line.

The doors opened ‘Papa’ entering. He smiled walking down the line his ‘children’ had created. – “Are you all ready?” – asked he, not expecting an answer back. He met up with you, smiling softly. He then spun around, taking eight’s hand. – “Three can you get the door?” – said he. Three went up to the door, opening it. The children started to walk out as you ended the line, going after them. From a side corner joined he you. His hands neatly held before him. The lights flickered a bit in the hallway, catching your attention for a moment. The children entered a new room. You shut the door behind you, coming to stand beside him on the side. – “Did you do as I have told you?” – whispered he to you. 

The tone in his voice, holding you in a tight grip. A chokehold. You nodded slowly; barely visible you were. – “Good.” – answered he, making you release a bit of breath. Papa needed some assistance when Peter made his way over to him. You swallowed nervously. Peter adjusted a headset on Four’s head. The other children in line, waiting. Four got seated in a chair, staring at a giant wheel with lightbulbs on it. Peter returned to you. – “Who?” – questioned he, barely moving his lips. It was all in secret what he was asking of you. Your little secret. It was rather fun to share a secret with him. Your eyes went to the far end of the line, where Eleven stood. You took her in, observing her behavior. – “Eleven.” – whispered you back.

Peter switched his hands to behind his back. He stood close to you; shoulders almost touching. You almost showed a reaction when you felt his fingers give your hand a little squeeze. – “Excellent.” – breathed he out, removing his grip on you. You walked forwards to place the headset on the next child. Peter narrowed his eyes, tilting his head down while observing Eleven. He wanted to see if you had made the right choice. At the end of the experiment went most of the children back to their room. Only a few allowed back into the rainbow room. You were about to head down a corridor when you felt a pull on your wrist. Slowly looking over your shoulder, saw you Peter bring his finger to his lips. 

Quietly shushing you when the lights flickered behind him. Sending a shadow down on his face. It only lasted for a moment. You quietly followed him, separating from the others. Peter brought you into a darkened corner, pushing you against the wall. – “I need you to do something for me Y/n.” – said he, his voice calm but raging with authority. You nodded helplessly, staring up to him. Peter shushed you again, setting his hand above your head. – “What… what is it?” – questioned you, captivated by him. Peter smiled, knowing what kind of effect he had on you. He moved his other hand up to your cheek, touching it. It startled you, his sudden cold fingers against your skin.

“Eleven.” – whispered he out, stroking your cheek. He knew it worked like a charm on you. Knowing it would allow him to ask anything of you. Anything that you would willingly do in service of him. – “Get close to her, closer than you’ve ever been. Gain her trust.” – he hummed at the end of his sentence, smiling cunningly down to you. – “What… what for?” – asked you, wanting to know more about his intentions. Peter tsked loud, swaying his finger in front of you. It mesmerized you, hypnotizing you as you followed his movement. – “We are friends are we not, Y/n?” – answered he, lowering his hand on you. 

You sputtered out a ‘yes’. – “Then you must learn to trust me, puppet.” – He let his thumb move down over your lips, causing you to breath shakily. His touch left sparks all over your body. He knew damn well what kind of effect he had on you. Taking advantage of it. He slowly removed his hand from above your head, leaning back. – “Now follow your orders, little puppet of mine.” – His lips curled into an eerie smile. One that could haunt you forever. You removed yourself from against the wall, heading over to the rainbow room. You entered, seeing Eleven stare at you. Putting on a smile, went you over to her. She didn’t look surprised when you approached her. – “Hello Eleven.”

You had become very close to Eleven, that you started to feel affectionate towards her. Whatever Peter was planning with her, it made you go against his wishes. You would intentionally withhold information that Eleven entrusted you with. Not that you didn’t trust Peter, it was just you wanted to be sure what he was keeping you in the dark for. He was after all your friend. Showing you kindness when others would not. It was only natural that he expected payment for his friendship. By doing exactly what he demands of you. That was how you could repay him, and you did it gladly. You stood in an empty rainbow room, having just watched the children go off to their rooms. Looking over your shoulder up, watched you the camera. It’s red light suddenly off. 

It made you frown, tilting your head a bit to the side. The lights flickered above your head, darkening the room with a strobe effect. The doors opened when Peter walked in sternly. His hands ever folded before him. You straightened your back, standing still at his arrival. A little soldier awaiting orders from her captain. Peter inhaled sharply through his nose, stepping up to you. - “When I tell you to sit, you sit.” – called he out, leaning in as he came in close to your face. – “When I tell you to breath, you breath.” – added he, his gaze stern on you. It send a shiver down your spine at how much power he had over you. – “So when I tell you to sit and roll over, you do as I say.” – He gripped onto your chin, making you squeal soft. – “Did I make myself clear?” – You nodded hastily, completely under his spell. Peter smiled curious at you, pleased with his little servant.

The lights flickered again, a darkness falling over his face. It gave him a haunted vibe. He had found out what you had withheld from him. You dropped to your knees, begging him for forgiveness. – “I am sorry.” – cried you out, gripping onto his pants. Rubbing your head against it, hoped you so much that he would forgive you. He needed to forgive you. Peter lowered his hand, patting you on the head. – “It is alright my pet…” – said he. He came kneeling down to you, inhaling deeply. He moved his fingers against your cheek up till the back of your head. 

There he grabbed your hair firmly. It made you gasp shockingly, grabbing onto his wrist for security. – “I am your friend, so I tell you what to do.” – With teary eyes, nodded you, sputtering out a ‘yes’. He let go of your hair, getting up. You lowered your head, rocking yourself gently back and forth, lost on his touch. Peter narrowed his eyes on you, tilting his head to the side, observing you. There was something about you that drove something inside of him, he just wasn’t clear what it was. He glanced up, seeing the red light on the camera spring back on. With a last smirk, left he the rainbow room.

A few weeks later into the program got you called over more by a colleague. Another one in uniform. He would be assisting with you more, than what you normally did with Peter. Peter started to notice it as well. Now with any test was he accompanied by another man. A man standing in your place. At first, he thought it was but a one-time thing, till it started to get more frequent. Someone was altering the schedules, causing Peter and you to be more separated. Whenever he was in a test room, were you in the rainbow room and vice versa, never crossing paths. 

It did feel a bit weird for you to not have Peter constantly around. You felt a bit lost, helpless without him telling you what to do. How to act or how to speak. You were missing something. It felt strange to think for yourself. Luckily helped your new colleague you much. A new friend. He and you were walking out of a test room. Peter walked out of the rainbow room, suddenly crossing paths with you. He stood frozen, almost having forgotten your face. His eyes widened at the smile on your lips. Seeing Peter made you drop your smile. You instantly moved your hand to your neck, feeling that cold rush up to it.

Your colleague whispered something to you, taking a hold of your elbow. You hummed loud, following him. Peter gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw. He felt betrayed, replaced by another stupid relic. A nobody that was trying to take you from him. Yes, that was exactly what he was doing. He was the one preventing him from being close to you. It had to be. He had to be the one altering your mind into not caring for him anymore. It angered him that he felt you slip through his fingers. His pet, his puppet, his friend, his… Y/n. Peter huffed loud, clenching his hand into a firm grip. Without thinking clear, went he after you. 

He rounded a corner, seeing you with him at the end of the hall. – “Y/n!” – called he out loud. You stopped suddenly at the mention of your name. Turning around, stared you at him. Peter walked composed over to you. – “A word.” – offered he, coming to lean in, his voice low. He eyed the other guy with a cold stare. – “Y/n, we have somewhere else to be.” – spoke your colleague out, placing his hand on your shoulder. Peter saw red before his eyes, throwing the hand off your shoulder. – “Y/n, just a moment.” – begged Peter, his behavior foreign to you. He took your wrist, his sleeve moving back as it revealed a bit from his wrist. 001.

The guy behind you kept persisting that Peter should just follow his orders. He asked him to leave you alone as you as well had orders to follow. Peter narrowed his eyes, flicking his head to the side. You gasped as the lights flickered again. The guy behind you got flung to the side, crashing into the wall. Gaping turned you around, seeing him slowly try to crawl up to his feet. Peter still had his grip on your wrist, pulling you close against his chest. With his hand over your stomach, drew he his head close. – “Your mine.” – confronted he you with, letting his lips trace up your neckline. The guy grunted in pain when Peter moved his hand in front of him. 

You watched as the guy rose up from the ground, levitating. With a flick of his hand, snapped his neck, dropping his lifeless body to the ground. Peter pulled hard on your wrist, spinning you around to him. You were trembling on your knees. Not from fear but from admiration. He let his thumb swipe across your lips, staring coldly at them. – “I am yours.” – breathed you out, seeing a tiny smile appear in the corner of his mouth. He moved his hand behind your back, drawing you close. Moving his arms around you, was he glad to have you in his grip again. You were his and his alone. You retrieved your head from his shoulder, gazing at him. Peter moved his hands to your cheeks, cupping them. He leaned forwards, kissing your lips as he always had wondered what purpose they had towards him.

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[teddyrb]

Won’t be mad

Peter Ballard x Child!Reader

Genre - Fluff.

Warnings - None.

Summary - Reader gets injured and doesn’t tell anybody. Reader is a child at the Hawkins Laboratory.

A/N - I’m sorry for it being so short.

Word count - 648

It was early in the morning. The orderly was taking attendance in the rainbow room and noticed the absence of Number nine, you. He expected you to be tired, the day before Number two had managed to not only push you out of the circle but also across the room, however you stood back up again and moved yourself to the line the only thing seemingly wrong with you being your ego.

The rest of the day you had mopped around, sitting on a chair in the corner until it was the end of recreation and you had to go to your room. Since then nobody had seen you. Peter assumed that you were too embarrassed to leave your room that morning. When he had everyone accountant for, he made his way over to your room.

Peter knocked on your door, nothing. He did know whether you were asleep still or stubborn so he opened the door. You were still in your bed but you were away, sitting up and staring at the wall ahead of you.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Today is a new day, so if you're upset about yesterday, you can use today to prove yourself." Peter smiled at you but it wasn't reciprocated. Your remained seated in your bed. "Well, well, you won't improve if you spend all of your time in here."

You turned away from him. "Papa will be angry." You spoke quietly.

"And why might that be?" He moved towards you. "If somethings happened then I'd like you to tell me, problems don't just disappear. Not even here."

You moved your right arm so he could see it. There where bruises and it looked swollen, Peter took it in his hands to examine it closer. "Oh dear, lets take you to get this checked out." He stood up and you took that as your cue to follow after him. At least he wasn't mad at you. "And I want you to know that Papa isn't going to be angry with you about this but if this happens again you should tell someone, you can't practice injured." He smiled more of a smirk and raised his eyebrow at you. "We wouldn't want to make it too easy for the others, now would we?" You shook your head in agreement.

You made your way to the infirmary room and Peter instructed for you to sit on a bed whilst he explained what had happened to a nurse. The nurse came over to you and crouched down to your level. "May I see your wrist, Number Nine." He asked. You looked from him to Peter, who nodded his head, smiling at you. You handed the nurse your wrist and he began to look over it. "It's most certainly sprained. Wait here Nine I'll go get something to wrap this with." The nurse spoke before standing up and grabbing a role of bandages.

You looked over to Peter when he walked away. Peter could sense your unease and walked over to you, sitting himself beside you on the bed. "There's nothing to worry about Nine. He's here to help you, Papa wouldn't bring anyone here who could hurt you." Peter eased your fear. He sat besides you as your wrist was taken care of before he walked you back and to the rainbow room.

You were instructed to not practice with the others until your wrist was better, you spent more time in the rainbow room because of that and Peter was assigned to work with your cognitive skills. The two of you would play chess against each other and you occasionally got close to beating him but you were never successful. When your wrist was better and the nurse said you could you began training with the others again.

"Thank you, Peter." You said on you way back from the infirmary.

"It's been my pleasure, Nine."

[urlocalcookie]

Henry Creel headcanons

Ong first ever Tumblr post let's go

I love him so much, he's such a well written character

also there may be some NSFW, you have been warned!!

🕷️ = regular headcanon(s)

🍼 = fluffy headcanon(s)

❤️ = x reader headcanon(s)

🍋 = lemon/smut/NSFW headcanon(s)

°~•♪♥♪•~°

🕷️୨{Favorite color is black and purple

🕷️୨{Uses 50s slang sometimes

AU🕷️୨{Would not have tried to legally adopt Eleven/Jane after escaping in fear of someone finding them.

🍋୨{What he lacks in girth, he has in length.

❤️🍋୨{Absolutely loves the sounds you make when he pleases you.

AU❤️🍋୨{Would really rather you be quiet when having sex so that Eleven doesn't hear. He enjoys it when you really struggle to control yourself, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job. Still, he doesn't want to ruin Eleven's innocence.

🕷️୨{He is Eleven's father. Way too many similarities, specifically in their powers.

AU🍼୨{Blows bubbles in the backyard with Eleven sometimes when they're bored. He'll blow lots of bubbles and make them swirl around Eleven while she runs around in them

🍋୨{Rarely ever jacks off. Ever.

🍋୨{Has probably only jacked off, like, four or five times. And this man is 32.

❤️🍋୨{He jacks off more often than he used to now (again, it's still rarely ever), now that he's with you. Sometimes the silly or crazy things you do just won't get out of his head.

❤️୨{He likes scaring you sometimes and acting like it's not on purpose. He just wants to see your reaction.

🕷️୨{Sometimes he'll draw different types of spiders, not just black widows.

🕷️୨{Likes brown widows too, just not nearly as much as black widows

🕷️୨{If he got to choose a pet when he was younger, he would have chosen a tarantula.

❤️🍋୨{He'll put his hand over your mouth if you're too loud. He doesn't care if you bite him.

🍼୨{Enjoys listening to Dream A Little Dream while laying in bed some nights. He also will listen to it while eating dinner, occasionally. As concerning as it is, he sometimes reminisces about breaking free that one night back in 1959.

🍋୨{The first time he reached a climax, he found it a bit gross. He was well aware of what it was and enjoyed the endorphins, but he still found the sperm gross to an extent.

❤️🍋୨{He is very, very gentle with you. He is not rough unless you want it rough, even then it's still not that rough. He doesn't want to hurt you.

🕷️୨{Is manipulative to everyone, some people more than other. Barely any with Eleven, but it's still there.

❤️୨{(when you first escaped from the lab) Would love to take you out to dinner, but, it is too risky. He doesn't want to get caught/captured.

❤️୨{Was a bit awkward at first, but is an amazing kisser.

❤️🍋୨{The first time you slipped your tongue in his mouth, he very clearly gagged. He was not expecting that in the slightest. He never even heard of such a thing. After you explained it to him, he still found it very weird and gross, but kept trying it occasionally to see if he'd end up liking it (he did to an extent).

AU❤️🕷️୨{You, Henry, and Eleven all live together in the Creel's house. At first, you guys did nothing to the outside of the house in fear of someone noticing. But, after a while, you took down some of the wood that was barricading the windows outside. You still have the curtains closed 90% of the time, especially at night. The inside of the house, however, was fixed up much quicker. It looks like a normal home on the inside now.

❤️🍋୨{You and Henry made out once, and whenever he's in the mood for another, he'll push the memory to the front of your mind to attempt to get you on the same page.

❤️୨{Gentle kisser, but you can tell when he's needy (rarely ever) (it's something like this (minus the blindfold of course))

AU🍼୨{Reads Alice In Wonderland to Eleven before bed sometimes

Aaaand that's the end! I'll make another, I'm sure, but these are all I can think of as of right now!! I hope y'all enjoy. ❤️✨

goodnight, smart cookies!

[petersprincesss]

Not Something Coworkers Do

Hi babes, it’s your favorite unhinged bitch back at it again.

This work is dedicated to the one and only @001-simp​, who is just the cream of the fucking crop. If you’d like to make a request, send me an ask or a dm and I’ll add you to my list <3

Summary: Back massages aren’t something casual coworkers give each other, but maybe that was Peter’s plan from the beginning...

Genre: fluff and smut

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI

Tags: filthy Peter, slight dom/sub, spitting, slight degradation, choking fluff to smut, male receiving! oral, GN reader, aftercare

Proofreading sucks :)

Enjoy babes <3

The tension between your shoulder blades was starting to become hard to ignore. Your muscles clenched your spine as if they were a python suffocating its prey, and it made your mundane tasks as an orderly feel like more of a challenge than usual.

Dr. Brenner had very strict rules about how the staff was expected to handle such issues, and the answer was usually to see the nurse for a dose of ibuprofen, but these temporary fixes were not what you needed now.

You let out an exhausted sigh as you left your living quarters, settling for finding one of the bull-nosed corners of the hallways to push your spine into and hopefully relieve yourself, if only for a short time. Once you found one that would suffice, you pressed your back up against it and closed your eyes, exhaling shakily as the corner dug into your muscles. You rocked back and forth, anticipating little more than minor alleviation.

“What are you doing?” A kind voice broke your concentration with a chuckle.

Your eyes shot open and you stood up straight, whipping around to see Peter watching you scratch yourself like an animal on a fence post.

“Oh, hey, sorry, I was just,” you began stuttering as Peter approached you, his hands clasped kindly above his belt buckle, “just uhm, trying to get a knot out of my back.”

“Well I’m no doctor, but I think there are better methods than… that,” Peter grinned. Although he may have been laughing at you, his voice was silvery, each syllable sliding off of his tongue with a crisp clarity and certainty that reminded you of sunshine.

“Yeah, well I’m open to suggestions,” you winced as you raised your shoulders, attempting to loosen anything you may have begun to break down.

“Would you let me help?” Peter offered, tilting his head curiously to one side, his cerulean irises piercing into yours.

“Yes! I mean, if you want to?” You practically lept at his offer. The excitement of not only reprieving yourself of some suffering, but the potential of having Peter assist you in the matter grew in your stomach, dropping to your lower abdomen.

“Of course I do. You’re going to need to sit down though, would you mind if I came into your room?” Peter asked politely. His tone was so cordial that it left little room for speculation on his intentions, but the heat rising below your waist wondered, or perhaps prayed, that he had alternatives in mind.

“No not at all,” you replied, suffocating your excitement.

You strode back down the hall to your door, Peter trailing diligently behind you. Once you reached the entrance, the two of you shuffled inside nonchalantly. Peter sat down on your modest twin bed, patting the space next to him, beckoning you over. A spark flew up your spine at the sight of him sitting on your mattress, his eyes eagerly anticipating you coming to join him. Out of context, you had thought about this moment many times over in your head. What he would look like on your bed, patiently preparing for you to come alongside him. Your stomach turned over once more as you obeyed him, setting yourself cautiously by his side.

“Okay, turn around,” he instructed.

You nodded and followed his direction, pulling one leg up onto the mattress so your spine was straightened out. Peter’s hands found your back, his palms placed delicately over your aching muscles.

“It’s kind of uhm, between my shoulder blades,” you informed him, resisting the temptation to turn around and take a glance at his angelic features surveying the landscape of your body.

“Alright, I’m going to start soft, you just tell me if I’m being too rough, okay?” Peter requested.

You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from letting a dirty reply slip your lips. Peter being too rough was the least of your concerns.

The heels of Peter’s palms pressed tenderly into your flesh where you instructed him, pushing upwards in gentle crescents. A moan trailed up your throat and you quickly swallowed it before it became audible, letting out a quiet cough instead.

“You okay?” Peter checked in, not removing his touch, but slowing to a halt.

“Yeah, that actually feels amazing,” you praised him. In fact, you needed him to push harder, but your timid mind struggled with how to ask him.

“Okay, good.”

“You could actually push a little more, if you wanted,” you coaxed him.

Peter chuckled, “It’s not about what I want, sweetheart, it’s about what you want. I’m going to use my knuckle, okay?”

Your mind wandered away from the context of the situation yet again, your stomach fluttering in response to his pet name.

“Okay,” you agreed, taking another deep breath.

Peter’s smaller knuckles at the center of his slender fingers pushed into your back, repeating the same circular motions. Like a magnet, his touch found the knot you had been trying to release and a pained gasp lept from your mouth almost instantly.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He apologized, his hands jerking away from you.

“No, no, that was it. Just surprised me, that’s all,” you explained, reaching over your shoulder in an attempt to find the spot yourself. Peter placed either of his hands on your shoulders and brought his face closer to yours.

“Are you sure? Do you want me to keep going?” He inquired. You needed to answer, but your focus was pulled to the sensation of his breath falling over your shoulder.

“Yes, please,” you breathed, your voice edging daringly close to moaning.

“Okay, gentle again,” he announced, returning to his work. His knuckles nudged into your back again, locating the knot immediately. Peter applied tender pressure to it, massaging it with utmost care.

You unconsciously leaned back into him, craving more than his hands on your back. Peter took note of your eagerness and smiled silently to himself, applying further force. The crystalized tissue beneath your skin began to release, allowing you to take a breath deeper than you had imagined in weeks.

“Christ, Peter,” you moaned, too delirious with relief to care how lustful your voice sounded.

“Does that feel better?” Peter asked, unfazed by your orgasmic tone.

“Yes, thank you,” you sighed. You turned back to face him, shifting your weight so that both of your legs were on the bed, crossed over each other so your whole body was presented to him.

“Anytime,” Peter replied. His eyes flicked from yours down your frame to the bed. He bit his lip as if to prevent himself from speaking out of turn.

“You have really nice hair,” you remarked, reaching one of your arms up to run your fingers through his golden waves, “Has anyone ever told you that?”

Peter smiled kindly and let out a joyous laugh, “I think I may have heard it before, yeah.”

“So soft,” you whispered sweetly, captivated by the sensation beneath your fingertips.

“Y/N?” Peter spoke up, his eyes searching for yours.

“Yes?” You responded absentmindedly, your focus still captured by his hair. Your touch traced around to the back of his skull, cradling his head in your palm.

“Have you ever gotten a massage from another coworker?” He inquired, his voice falling to a husky depth that still maintained curiosity.

“I guess not,” you mused. The innocence of your interaction was fleeting, and the idea of your nails tracing invisible circles above the nape of his neck began to feel erotic.

“That’s because it’s not something that just coworkers do,” Peter informed you, his body inching closer to yours at a less than inconspicuous pace.

“Is that so?” you challenged. Your focus shifted instead to his lips, parted sensually, drawing closer and closer to yours.

“I don’t think so. Especially not when you’re moaning like a bitch in heat,” Peter chastised, leaning into you fully, the tip of his nose brushing past yours as his lips drew nearer.

You paused just before your lips met, your fingers curling around his blonde locks at the curve of his skull. Your eyes flashed back and forth between his sky blue irises and his plush lips. Your breathing rose to panting as you sinfully drank in the sight of him so close to you.

Peter couldn’t wait any longer, he crashed his lips into yours and quickly pulled your bottom lip in between his, sucking angelically where you needed him most. You gripped his hair ferociously, holding on for dear life as your tongues greeted each other. Peter moaned into your mouth, the taste of his breath dancing on your palette. He slipped a hand up to your cheek and held your face deliberately, caressing you like a cherished object. Your hand dropped from his hair down to his shoulder, gliding down to his chest.

Peter pulled away from the kiss and slid his hand down to your chin, his thumb crawling up to your bottom lip. His eyes pierced into yours, never daring to break eye contact as his thumb pulled your bottom lip down before slithering inside. Your chest heaved as the pad of his thumb met your tastebuds. You wrapped your lips around him, your stare unwavering as he pushed down on your tongue.

“God, you’re perfect,” Peter breathed as he took in the carnal sight of you obediently sucking on him.

“Come here,” he instructed, his hands roaming to your hips. He pulled you up onto his lap and you enthusiastically wrapped your legs behind his waist. Seated on his thighs, you were just slightly taller than him, and he took advantage of the close proximity to your neck. Peter kissed gently on your exposed flesh, nibbling tamely between kisses.

“Take it easy, okay?” You breathed between sensual groans, “Brenner doesn’t need to see me walking around like a teenager covered in hickeys.”

“Oh but you’d look so sweet covered in my markings, wouldn’t you?” Peter asked between bites, “I would just love to see everyone’s reaction to you being claimed as mine.”

Peter didn’t need to persuade you to grant him permission. The heat between your legs was begging him to bite harder and leave bruises up and down your chest that would remind you of his ownership in the following days.

Wordlessly, Peter’s hands roamed to your upper arms and guided you back to standing. He shuffled to the edge of the bed and positioned you so that you stood between his open knees. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you in for another knee-buckling kiss. You sighed sensually into his mouth before pulling your lips away.

Your eyes found his again as you sank down to your knees, hungrily observing his visage as he watched you lower yourself beneath him. Once you were fully kneeling before him, Peter reached a hand around the back of your head and snagged a fistful of your hair, pulling it taut so that you had no choice but to face him. His other hand stretched out and wrapped smoothly around your neck, causing your heartbeat to throb beneath his grip.

“Who do you belong to, Y/N?” Peter demanded, his eyes falling dark with lust.

“You, Peter,” you replied submissively, your chest heaving fiercely with each breath.

“That’s right,” he replied, releasing his grasp on your throat. Keeping your head in place with your hair, Peter’s free hand grappled with the zipper of his pants, swiftly yanking it down and pulling himself out. Your eyes grew wide at the vision of him, already so prepared to lay claim to you.

“Now keep that mouth open, okay?” he instructed, pulling your face between his legs. You let your jaw fall open, your tongue pressing forward over your bottom teeth as you nodded compliantly, eager to please him beyond his imagination.

Peter brought your face forward so that your tongue was aligned with him, but he slowed, allowing you to set your own pace. With your eyes locked into his, you took his length with as much depth as you could muster. Peter failed to grasp your intensity, and his head fell back as he let out a pornographic moan, giving you a clear view of his sharp jawline angled towards the ceiling.

His legs unconsciously spread further, giving you added access to him. Your fingers slithered up and curled around his base, your saliva quickly coating your grip. Your eyes searched for his, but you had sent him to another realm, his mortal frame falling apart before you. Peter continued to let out unholy harmonies, his hips bucking into your grasp.

Your bottom lashes flooded with tears of determination, but your mind was focused solely on the goal of making sure that he would never be able to forget this moment.

“Fuck,” Peter panted, his chin falling back to his chest, his vision filled solely with the sight of you pleasuring him.

He reinforced his hold on your hair, not to push you further, but to ground himself as you drew him closer and closer to the edge. Although appearing dominant, Peter was now a puddle in your hands, and each stroke of your tongue reassured your newfound power.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, I’m going to-” Peter whimpered beneath you, unable to form cognitive sentences. The only thing in his head was you and the way you felt, each and every minute maneuver of your mouth pulling him closer to shockwaves of pleasure.

You tightened your clutch on his base, preparing yourself to drink in every last drop he gave you. Upon your next swipe down his shaft, Peter released himself, his taste quickly coated your throat as his legs shook and his breath hitched.

The blonde brought his free hand back to your jaw and picked you back up to your feet. He crashed his lips into yours, his tongue greedily pushing inside your mouth, absorbing the taste of himself. Peter’s hand in your hair slipped down to the small of your back, tugging your waist into him.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” he confessed, his hand trailing down your neck to your chest. You giggled in response, satisfied that you had cemented yourself in his mind.

“Come up here,” Peter directed you as he slid back onto your mattress and tucked himself back into his uniform. You followed his command, and crawled atop the mattress beside him.

Peter wrapped his arms around you and fell back to a lying position, pulling you down with him. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, his nose brushing back and forth in the waves of your hair. His hand dragged up and down your arm, comfortingly massaging you.

“Thank you, Y/N. Really,” he whispered into your ear, his voice tickling the sensitive skin of your neck.

You turned around in his arms, resting yourself on your opposite side so your noses were just a kiss away.

“I promise you, the pleasure’s all mine,” you grinned manically at him, “But Peter?”

“Yes?”

“I think that knot in my back has returned.”

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i think a 001 x reader where the reader has a bunch of tattoos and lets the kids color them in and hes just sitting back admiring them would be so cute

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Colour Me In

Peter Ballard (001) x Gender Neutral!Reader | FLUFF

AN: thank you for loving my work! this was the sweetest ask and I hope you enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!

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Working at Hawkin’s National Laboratory was difficult most days. But some days were just worth all the trouble. The children here were all just a bit older than eight, and they simply adored going to the Rainbow Room. No matter how tired or overworked they were from their training in the mornings, they all rushed to the colourful setup to spend time with all the puzzles and games waiting for them inside. And it broke your heart a little, knowing that this facility would most likely be all they would ever know growing up.

“Excuse me…” 011 gently tapped you on your shoulder, her wide eyes looking up at you. “Colour?”

You were confused for a second…looking at 011, and then to the red marker she had in her hand, cap off, and the felt tip poised above your arm.

“Colour? You want to colour on my arm?”

She nodded enthusiastically and wiggled the pen in her hand for emphasis.

You rolled the white sleeve of your uniform up to your elbow and showed her the dainty tattoos across the inside of your arm. They were thin branches, curling around your wrist up to your elbow, cherry blossoms adorning them and falling off in small little petals. The pink ink had faded and was no more than a dusting of colour now. You hadn’t had time for a touch up with how busy you were.

Without a word, 011 began to brush the pen across the small little flowers, the felt tickling your arm in the process. A few of the other children stopped what they were doing to steal a quick glance at the two of you, curious as ever.

After a while, you had three children crowding around your arm, not even bothering to keep within the lines like 011 did. They made small little squiggles all over your arm, even getting a few small dots of ink onto your pristine white uniform. But you didn’t mind. The children were happy and that was all that mattered. Seeing those little smiles on their faces was all you needed. You could worry about the stains later.

The intercom came on to announce lunch. The children “awww’ed” and set down their pens, obediently getting to their feet and making their way to the dinner hall.

You sighed and picked up the markers they’d left on the floor, a small smile on your face as you looked at the doodles they’d left for you.

“You are such a celebrity here, I must say I am impressed,” Peter said, just a small bit jealous of the attention the children had given to you today. He was usually their favourite.

“Aww, do you want to draw on me too?” you cooed, teasing him and waving a marker in his face.

Without a word, he snatched the purple marker from your grasp and took your hand in his. He drew a small little heart on your hand.

“There,” he said, passing the marker back to you with a grin on his face, those eyes of his shining with pride, “now I don’t have to be jealous anymore.”

It was an understatement to say that you spent the rest of your day staring down at that little heart, a foolishly large grin on your face.

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Never Lose Me (Henry/001 x reader)

(Summary: Where you are unwillingly part of one of Dr. Brenner's project's in the lab, Henry /001 is the one who he pairs you with. But something goes wrong during the pregnancy..)

(Warning: Mentions of murder, Medical stuff, blood, death, dark themes, Dr. Brenner is his own warning)

   It was a cold rainy September night, when you got kidnapped by a old grey haired man named Dr. Martin Brenner. Who was now your 'boss'. He forced you to join one of his projects and he stuck you in a room with a very handsome mysterious guy named Peter Ballard, who you later found out his real name was Henry Creel.

(Flashback)

"W-who are you? Wh-where am I?" You finally got the courage to speak.

"Henry.. Henry Creel." "But I thou-" "Brenner changed my name.. and I'm sure you know why.." Henry said looking at you. He was right you did know, he was supposed to be dead but here he is in the flesh.

"I'm not going to hurt you..."  "Where am I? Why am I here? And don't try anything i know karate.." you said trying to stand your ground. He was not bying it.

"Your at Hawkins Lab, Dr.Brenner is making you become involved in one of his projects.. that's why your in here with me.."

"Wait you knew?" He nodded.

"He told me and showed me who you were. Y/n M/n L/n, 25 years old. Honor Roll in high school, went to one of the best schools for nursing, Single, and a Orphan... Brenner actually let me pick who was going to be apart of this project.." your face went back to a horrified expression. "Don't worry he was planning to get you anyways. He needs a new nurse."

"H-ho-" "He has a file of you.. he has files of everyone.. and I picked you because I can sense theirs something... between us..."

  And Henry was right. There was/is an unspeakable bond between the two of you no one could figure out... not even them. From then on, you both got to know each other he told you more about the lab, himself, how he was/is a number and that he has powers just like the other children. He also told you about the project.. how you and him had to conceive a child. You were mortified and refused.... Until that one night....

"What happened?" You walked towards him seeing him on the ground in pain. Henry refused to break down his wall and shook his head.

"They punished you didn't they?" You asked. He sighed and nodded.

  You got the first aid kit and asked him to take off his shirt. You never knew how toned he actually was until now... you quickly shook the thought away and You started to tend to his wounds.

"What happened this time?"

"Brenner doesn't like how close I am getting to 011."

"I see that.." you said with a frown as you finished tending to his wounds.

    But before you could move away, he grabbed your arm and lifted up your chin, making you look into his eyes and before you knew it, his lips were on yours and you were being pushed back onto his bed.

   Now, You were months into your pregnancy and at first everything was fine until the past few weeks going into the third trimester of your pregnancy. You had been exhausted and coughing like crazy you also looked survirly pale, but you just thought it was just because of being trapped in the lab. During your pregnancy you haven't been able to see Henry as much but, he did grow concern. You missed seeing him everyday, You thought, As you walked with one of the other woman in a different project Lydia, who had became your friend. While she talked to you about the reasoning she was here and her husband.

"I've been missing him like crazy. And the only reason I am doing this is because I need the money or I don't know what will happen to us-" you started to feel faint slowing down your speedy as well as starting to cough slightly, trying not noticing the blood that was coming out as well.

"Y-y/n are you okay?" She asked concerned, looking behind towards you.

"I-im..f-fine." You said in between heeps of breaths and coughing up large amounts of blood, before your eyes rolled back and you clasping to the floor. Lydia dropped her pad running towards you.

"Omg. Y/n? Help! HELP!" She shouted. To see Dr.Brenner and two orderly's running up to them.

"Lydia what happened?" Brenner asked eyes filled with shocked and a little horror.

"I-I don't know... w-we were just walking and she started coughing and slowing down. Before I knew it she clasped." She said with tears streaming down her eyes.

"Jackson take Ms. Rowe back to the project room. Lucas take ms.L/n to the infirmary immediately! And page the infirmary! Hurry!" Brenner ordered. The two men hurriedly went to there tasks.

While Lucas rushed Y/n to the infirmary. He immediately paged the infirmary.

"This is Lucas Soks i have a serious matter ms. L/n clasped in the hall coughing up blood. Dr. Brenner needs to have all hands on deck. I'll be there soon!"

Not occurring to Lucas nor Brenner that Henry over heard everything and is hot on their tracks.

Once, Lucas got her to the infirmary the team took you and placed you on the table placing an oxygen mask on to your mouth and nose, while giving you an IV as they pushed everyone else out of the room.

As Dr.Brenner was going to the infirmary to see what was happening he was stopped in his tracks by an all to familiar voice/person.

"What did you do to her?" A bitter voice said.

"001 we have no idea what happened. I'm on my way to figure it out now and I suggest you let me through or suffer the consequences." Brenner spoke.

Henry opened his mouth to speak then closed it again before letting Brenner pass.

"I will let you know what happens.." Brenner said before continuing to the infirmary.

Once he was gone, henry punched the closest wall near him. Though Brenner used you for his "project" you both actually fell for each other. He never expected to fall in love or have any actual feelings for anyone or anything but, their was something about you that allured him. Now that he has you he's not going to let you go no matter what. He couldn't bare the thought of losing you.

Once, Brenner got to the infirmary.

"What's going on?" Brenner asked one of the nurses.

"Her body is starting to shut down, one of her organs is clasping. We need to get her into surgery now." She explained.

"I don't care what happens to her but, make sure that baby is alive." Brenner stated.

"But sir-" "do as I say! Kill her i don't care but I.want.that.baby.alive!" He ordered.

They looked at him with a horrified expression before following his orders. One of the nurses Katherine was a very good friend of yours even before the lab. She couldn't believe what she had heard. And slipped out of the room to find Peter/Henry. She found him where he usually was working in the Rainbow room.

"Mr. Ballard could I speak with you for a moment.. 011s results came back." She made up a good excuse or well she hoped. Looking at the other orderlies who had actually bought it. Peter got up and followed her.

"I need to tell you something important."

"Ms.Thorn I don-" as he was about to walk back to the rainbow room " It's about Y/n." Henry paused in his tracks slowly turning around walking back towards Katherine.

"What about Y/n." He said in a deep almost concerned voice.

"Br-Brenner wants to kill her..." those four words almost sent him into a rage. "Y/n's condition, is one of her organs are failing. There getting her-she's probably already in surgery now. Brenner never cared about her seems pretty obvious but all he cares is wanting that baby... your baby alive... no matter the costs.." She explained. Henry was frozen in place rage filling him more and more like poison seeping through. He need to do his plan as soon as possible.

"I-I have to get back before Brenner notices.. I wanted you to know.." and with that Katherine went back to the infirmary. While Henry went back to the rainbow room to start his plan.

(Timeskip: past through the mascara and everything also eleven escaped through the tunnel when Henry showed her, also it's a bit different because he was killing everyone who was in the way of getting to you so yeah!)

Once, Henry finished off with the last nurse stopping him from getting to you. While compelling Katherine to tend to their daughter, he saw you laying on the table stitched back up in a gown. His heart dropped while he picked you up in his arms holding you hoping you will wake up and be with him. That he did not lose you and as if the gods were on his side he felt your fingers move against his back pulling your chest to his ear feeling/hearing your heartbeat once again. He picked you up into a bridal style pose. And took you and their daughter home.

Once you woke up, you felt as if you were on a cloud looking around to notice you weren't in the lab but in your house well your room to be exact. You heard footsteps coming towards you, to see Henry.

"H-Henry.." your voice croaked out he neiled down and pulled you into a deep hug you slowly wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer.

"I thought I lost you.." he said. While kissing your head. You pulled away putting your forehead against his.

"You could never lose me.." you said looking into his perfect blue eyes.

Before he could say anything their was a knock on the door frame. Both of you looked over to see Katherine and a baby.. your baby. You sat up as quick as possible.

"I-is she okay.." you asked concerned.

"She's perfect. Here. I'll give you three sometime." Katherine replied handing your daughter over to you. "She still needs a name by the way." She said before leaving.

Your eyes welled up as you looked at your beautiful daughter. As her arms moved and grabbed your hair.

"H-hi." You said as tears of joy streamed down your face. You saw her look over at Henry. "Is that your dada?" You asked lifting her up.

Henry watched mesmerised by just the small interaction between you and their daughter. "She does still need a name.." he spoke up. You looked at her for a moment before smiling.

"Hayley Grace... that's her name.." you looked at Henry for a moment. "Hayley Grace Creel.." Henry looked at you for a moment, before a smile creeped up onto his lips as he brought the both of you in his arms. While whispering "it's perfect.."

    You both stayed like that for a while, you couldn't imagine anything better. Your little family. You didn't regret anything, not even being forced to stay in the lab because if you didn't, you wouldn't be here with Henry and your daughter.

Word count: 2032

(A/n: I hope you all enjoyed this! I know it's kinda rushed but! I NEED TO KNOW IF THIS HAPPENS TO ANYONE ELSE!, Do you ever have a whole BUNCH ideas for writing but you have no idea how to start it?¿ please let me know that I'm not the only one haha.. anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed! :) )

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