#tag-001

[aemondseyepatch]

*sighs* another fictional brunet captured my heart

[megy-k]

I did a background practice but it turned into a TMA piece.

-"They didn’t come closer, didn’t make any movement at all except for that damn swaying. For some reason the thought of an anglerfish popped into my head, the single point of light dangled into the darkness, hiding the thing that lures you in.

“Can I have a cigarette?”"

I do love me a good first episode and I must say that out of many shows that I watched MAG 001 is one of my favs.

But maybe I'm just biased

[pittsburghhockeybirds]

🙃

[markerbirthday]

idk stupid angler fish meme

[telleroftime]

You MLP Infection AU people are sleeping on a "When Day Breaks" AU. You're telling me that you're given the opportunity to play with Daybreaker, the Nightmare Moon version of Celestia, alongside a preexisting infection thing of a similar name and you're not taking it?? That specific SCP-001 is being served on a silver platter and if I have to be the one to take the bait then I shall.

[prisoner-000]

various funnies

[myfckingnameisnuwanda]

Re-listening right after finishing tma for the first time, and catching up to tmagp~ because I'm obviously already very normal about it all~~

Angler Fish time!

I'm gonna make a masterpost, since I'm planning on making one of this for every episode!

Masterpost

002: Do Not Open ->

[conflictofthemind]

Not saying this means anything especially since TBSOAS (the book) only came out in 2020, more of a “hey this is weird” post but:

I’ve always thought these two looked / were similar as two wavy blond haired blue eyed men, and it definitely helps that they both premiered (in the case of film Corio) within one year of each other . But there’s like, more than that? And some of it is very strange?

First off, they are two characters who since the start of their chronological stories teeter between ‘good’ and ‘evil’ with a lot of forces in their life, including their evil scientist mentor, pushing them towards the dark side by use of manipulation tactics. Henry is much more of a direct victim to this than Corio is though, and the latter also does have more good influences in his life.

“Fueled with the terror of becoming Prey, see how quickly we become Predator?” - Dr. Gaul

“I could restore balance to a broken world… a predator, but for good” - Henry Creel / 001

Also, can I mention how both TBOSAS and TFS are set in the same exact time period? The Hunger Games uses retro futurism since the entire story is set centuries from now, but the era is clearly inspired by the late 50s to early 60s, especially given that it takes place 60 years before the main series.

Now here’s the actual weird part that had me making this post.

Both of their origin stories center on a romance with a female co-lead that ends with them killing her (heavy question mark). That’s not the weird part. It’s the way that the plots of both of these origin stories and said female characters are based off of old European folk-songs that were popular in Appalachia. TFS is based off of ‘The Tale of Barbara Allen’ and TBOSAS is based off of ‘The Ballad of Lucy Gray’ - Stranger Things just bothered to change her name to Patty Newby. Barbara Allen (Patty) appears as a covey sister of Lucy Gray in TBSOAS. Naturally, both of these characters are singers which plays a role in their respective stories.

I just have to say, it’s a very obscure source of inspiration to happen twice like this. There is a little part of me that thinks Kate Trefry and the writing crew on TFS might have been fans of The Hunger Games. But who knows.

Suzanne Collins wrote the TBOSAS prequel to answer the question of ‘nature vs nurture’ and how much choice villains have in becoming their future selves - which is the exact same question that is actively being posed by Stranger Things in regards to Henry.

And then how I got started on this line of thinking again today - the older adult versions of these characters both kidnap the respective sweet boy love interests and hijack them against the main characters. For strategic reasons and, in the case of Peeta, emotionally torturing the main character so she gives up. Will and Peeta are just both so similar as characters; soft and sensitive, traumatized, painters, both the poor underdogs with (seemingly) unrequited love for the protagonist though Mike isn’t really the protagonist.

I’m not sure if there’s actual inspiration being taken here. I typically assume not on the basis that I’m someone who can find connections between any pieces of media I enjoy. But the whole Appalachian folktale angle of it all is strange to me.

While I don’t think Henry was conceived with this in mind, it’s possible the inspiration sprang up during the further fleshing out of his backstory and into writing The First Shadow. Maybe it will even have an impact on the final season.

One of the things I liked about TBOSAS was the theme of the past coming back to haunt Snow in the future through Katniss and the music Lucy Gray created living on through her. If this was in any way inspiration, I’d love to see Vecna haunted by how similar Will is to him and especially the ways that he is different and able to do better.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Oh how I very much love how the anime decided to alter that second line and have it end on a shot of Ray.

(read: I am in agony)

[iansolko]

closed starter for @aopmari

The crew seemed to land on Kor'Sel'Koo without any problems and without the Galactic Union people doing a U-turn and coming back for them, and after the now-typical glowing had subsided, there wasn't much for the entertainer to do. Ian had just about the weirdest list of things to do on this planet from his crewmates: eat food and drink water, get married, and visit an amphibian pond. But all those things would have to wait until the ship got settled down.

Ian and Beverly’s dinner routine usually went off without a hitch.  Bev had a vague idea of what time the food time was, and where Ian would be to give her that food.  Tonight, though, as Ian had waited for his cat at the pods, he discovered that she was MIA, which either meant that 1. Someone had accidentally shut her in a room, or 2. She had found something or someone much more interesting than him and food.  Gwen, very sadly, wasn’t around anymore, and therefore he didn’t think it was the second thing. And so this process of having dinner was going to take longer; Ian opening doors he had access to in search of his cat.  He was turning a corner in the midst of belting out the lyrics to 9-5 by Dolly Parton while casually strumming on his guitar, when what he suddenly encountered gave him one of the biggest shocks of his life.

He luckily remembered to quickly send a mental message to Stella that he was fine, but he was still frozen where he stood, his singing immediately dying in his throat.  Beverly was sniffing at the hand of the new mate person, which might have been a surprise in and of itself…except that was vastly overshadowed by the fact that Ian very much knew their new person...all too well.  Ian’s eyes were definitely playing tricks on them, because there was no way she was here…and yet… “Um.  Hi?” They barely squeaked out.

[terror-slut]

Please write some 001 fanfics!

Change of Heart

Chapter 01/?? Click HERE for this fic’s masterlist!

Reader is a troubled pediatrician at Hawkins lab when she crosses paths with this lovely orderly. Nothing will stand between Peter and his revenge. Not even really pretty distractions.

Pairing: Peter Ballard x f!reader

Word count: 1117

Ratings & warnings: SPOILERS, period typical sexism, violence, blood, NSFW, swearing, no (Y/N), no described defining features for reader. Ratings may change as chapters are added.

A/N: your wish is my wish as well my command!

She doesn’t talk much.

Not to her colleagues, at least. She speaks with dr. Brenner because she answers to him and she speaks to the children when they need her.

But not to the other doctors and nurses, not to the other orderlies. Not to him.

It has never bothered Peter before. He doesn’t need her, has no reason to let her live when his plan eventually comes to fruition. In his mind, she is just like everyone else who works at Hawkins Lab. Another mindless sheep pretending to care for the children, but in reality only interested in prodding their supernatural brains in the name of science and a paycheck at the end of the month.

Eat. Sleep. Work. Reproduce. Die.

It was stupid of him to let her become a distraction. He should have killed her when he had the chance.

“Peter,” one of the kids in the rainbow room groans to him, tugging on the spotless white sleeve of his uniform.

He crosses eyes with little 015 when he looks down, the boy looks paler than usual and his lips are chapped. The kid’s eyes are watery and his nose runny.

“I don’t feel so good, Peter.”

Alec locks eyes with him and then nods, signaling that it’s fine, under the illusion that he can handle these kids on their own while Peter is away.

“Come with me, 015. The doctor will make you all better.”

A disheveled mess greets the pair when he and 015 arrive at the sick bay, something that he’s not used to from the Hawkin’s lab pediatrician.

Though usually neatly put in a tight bun, her locks now tumble in unkempt tresses down her face and deep, purple circles have appeared under her eyes. It is out of the ordinary and bound to capture Peter’s attention.

“015 is not feeling good,” he states the obvious, expecting her to ignore him as she usually does. When her eyes find his deep blue ones before they wander off to 015, his interest is piqued once again.

Something is off, which meant the puzzle pieces could change and be rearranged. Peter always keeps his eyes open for little shifts in the matrix that could mean he has to change his initial plan. Has the doctor’s obvious distracted state any real meaning to him? Could and would she form a problem?

Peter watches as she sits the kid down in her office, producing a penlight and has him follow the light for her.

“Does it hurt anywhere, 015? Do you remember when it started?” She asks him, squatting in front of the kid so that they’re at eye level.

“I’ll come back later to pick him up,” Peter says, but before he can make his way out of her office and back to the rainbow room, she calls after him. Knitting his brows together in amusement, he turns around on his heels to look at the doctor.

“Yes?” His hands are folded neatly behind his back, ever the friendly, harmless orderly. She’s at least a head smaller than he is.

“I know we’re not supposed to intervene with the kids. And I’m not asking you to,” her eyes dart around the hallway. He wonders what she has to hide. “But tell dr. Brenner if you see any of the bigger kids picking on the smaller ones. I’ve had too many kids in here with nosebleeds that didn’t stem from their powers.”

“Why?” He asks. Not why should he tell dr. Brenner. He understands her motivation behind that. But why him? Why can’t she tell Brenner herself? Unlike Brenner and himself, she has always been on good terms with the man. What happened?

“I…” she hesitates, worrying her lip between her teeth as he looks down upon her. “You seem like a good guy, Peter. You’re here every day, you spend every waking moments with these kids. I know you care for them. Please?”

Please.

Please? Fuck.

If Peter was the person she assumed he was, good and kind, maybe he would fulfill her request. But he is far from that person and she must surely be delusional to think he cared. The only person Peter looks out for is number 001, and that meant that drawing attention to himself would only make dr. Brenner suspicious of him. He could and would not risk it, not even when she asks him so prettily.

“I’ll be back for him. After dinner,” she looks dejected, but it doesn’t matter to Peter. The clicking of his shoes on the tiles announce his retreat.

With a disappointing huff she watches the lean orderly go before turning back to 015 with a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Alright, kid. Let’s get you all better.”

It’s long after dinner when Peter makes his nightly rounds around the lab, enjoying the peace and quiet, free of the chatter between doctors that could be heard during the day. It’s moments like these Peter enjoys most. The deathly quiet where he can take a moment and think.

Back when he had just been assigned the job of an orderly, he used to take these moments and try as he might to rekindle his power. Every night for days, weeks, months he tried, until he had no choice but to accept that the blocker in his neck did it’s job. There was no way around it.

Later, he took these moments to order his thoughts and form a plan. An escape plan that not even dr. Brenner could see coming. He would be sure to make them all pay, Martin Brenner the first to atone and the last to die.

Nowadays, he saw these quiet moments as the calm before the storm. Much like a spider, he shakes his long limbs loose and his mind wanders off to a place he’d be able to call home. Somewhere he could be well and truly alone.

“For fuck’s sake!” Peter’s head snaps up at the muffled cussing coming from behind a closed door. His body stiffens and his breathing becomes steady like an animal ready to pounce on it’s prey.

Seconds pass like rain droplets joining a winded river as he waits for another sound.

Suddenly, a door on his left flies open and he has his hand halfway lifted before cursing dr. Brenner and his idiotic power blocker.

To his surprise, it’s not one of the other staff members on duty, or even one of the kids.

It’s the pediatrician.

And she’s not wearing her lab coat or her white pants, either. She’s wearing a pastel nightgown. His hand falls, in sync with her face when she notices him.

“Peter?!”

“Doctor.”

A/N: well, that’s the end of chapter 01! If people enjoy it, I’ll definitely continue. I have a bunch of ideas for this pair and I love getting in Peter’s head to discover his motivations etc. Also lmk if you want to be tagged for future chapters!

[joekeeray]

Worthy

part two to broken camera/after dark series + read part one here + final part coming soon!

pairing: Peter Ballard/Nurse!Female Reader

summary: Peter wants something from his nurse companion that might be more than she's willing to give...or it might be exactly what she wants too.

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, oral sex (male receiving) aka a good old blowjob, dirty talking, throat fucking (if u know me irl no u dont), praising with a mix of degradation, minor possessive undertones, he's a warning on his own so tread carefully, aftercare cause yes, still not confident in my characterization of him? but jamie <3 , beta read, edited by a couple of clowns

note: the way I’ve gone full clown is not even funny like im flabbergasted with myself// this was per request and i used the prompt request 'open up' for this by @gothbitchshit ! Thanks in advance for reading and godspeed babes 🫡

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Despite what Peter had said, when she first met him in his bedroom all those months ago on a call she wasn’t immediately thinking of being with him intimately like this. No, as a nurse, she was rather concerned with his well being and the marks on his neck that were inflamed and red. She wanted to help him, because that’s her job.

And yet, after he’d just fucked her stupid not even 10 minutes ago, she couldn’t think of a single time where she wasn’t craving him like this, where she didn’t dream of being on her knees for him like she was right now. Where she wasn’t imagining the way he’d look down at her with his pretty blue eyes sparkling at the mere sight of her and his blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. He looked like someone so worthy of kneeling for. 

One of his hands were on her cheek, thumb rubbing and smudging the light mascara she usually wore that was staining underneath her eye and she leaned into his touch like her life depended on it, like he was pulling her back to reality when he was the very reason she wasn’t in it right now. 

“Is this what you want?” 

It was a dumb question. He was buried in her now aching cunt just moments ago, finishing off right inside of her, she could even feel his release dripping from between her thighs under her wrinkled uniform skirt. So of course it was what she wanted, but he just wanted to hear her say it and she would. She would say she wanted him over and over again if that’s what he wanted. 

“Yes, yes, it’s what I want,” she told him, her voice desperate as her eyes wanted to move to his cock that was displayed right before her, ready to touch him and take him into her mouth, but the moment her gaze faltered was the moment his hand was no longer tenderly holding her cheek but rather grasping her chin and forcing her to look back up at him. 

“I didn’t give you permission yet,” he told her with a click of his tongue, “I want you to tell me again, tell me that you want my cock in your mouth. Then, ask me. Say please.” 

His demands were enough to make her cunt throb with excitement, and she complied embarrassingly fast, telling him that she wants him, asking and begging him to let her suck him off and feel good. With every word she said, every phrase, every please a content smile returned to Peter’s lips, and the hold on her chin loosened and as he gave her a single nod as he dropped his hand to his side. 

Afraid that her eagerness would upset him again, she forced herself to take her time, allowing herself a few seconds to simply admire the cock that was before her. It glistened with her release under the fluorescent lights, and looked absolutely inviting, except she wasn’t sure she could fit it inside of her mouth or at least all of it. 

Still, she wanted to try, for him because he had fucked her so well with his fingers and cock that she wanted to repay the favor by getting him off with her mouth. With the camera broken, who knew when she could get another chance like this?

Peter was staring down at her, relishing in the way she was simply staring at him. Her eyes blissed out already, but still wanting to take him in her mouth. And she was just so pretty on his knees for him like this, her face shining with sweat and her chest heaving up and down with every deep breath she was taking. 

“Did you get shy all of a sudden? What happened to the eager girl from before?” Peter asked her, watching her lips as her tongue swept across them and he could only imagine what it might feel like on his cock, “I don’t want to rush you, but we actually are on a time-” 

He sucked in a breath when he felt her hand on him, grasping the base of his cock and gently stroking it up and down. He was pretty sensitive from coming earlier that the gesture caused his hips to jerk forward, and a quiet moan to erupt from the bottom of his throat. 

She looked up at him, having heard him, and he exhaled deeply as he said, “There you are.” 

She didn’t say anything in reply, just gazing up at him through her lashes as she continued to jerk him off in an attempt to get him hard again, which wasn’t very far off. Watching him, she could tell he was forcing any kinds of moans down, watching his throat bob as he tried to contain them, and she wondered then if she could get him to moan too. 

“I like hearing you, Peter,” she told him, “I want to hear it, I want to hear you moan for me. Can you please?” 

His blue eyes met hers, not expecting such a statement really, but appreciating her please and with a small smirk on his lips he said, “Wrap your lips around me, and we’ll see.” 

Excitement coursed through her then, and she felt a surge of energy erupt through her as well before she was doing as told. Her head leaned toward him, lifting his half-hard cock to her mouth as she parted her lips. He felt her breath on his tip first, before she was leaning in and swiping her tongue across him. 

His hips buckled forward as she licked him, tasting herself on his cock the way she tasted herself when he spit into her mouth earlier and it encouraged her to move forward, wrapping the head of him with her lips finally as her hand continued to work the length of his shaft. 

Peter was trying to be patient, trying not to thrust directly into her mouth at the very second he felt her take him in.

“Yes, that’s it,” he told her, “Take me deeper, yes.” 

Her tongue swirled around his tip before she flattened it and began to take more of him into her mouth with ease and a determination to get him to moan for her. He was stubborn though, his once steady breaths turning heavier and heavier and she knew he was purposely keeping the noises she wanted him to make from coming out. 

It made her whine around him, and he chuckled, knowing why she was pouting, and he said, “It’s not going to be that-” a hitch of his own breath cut off his sentence when she swirled her tongue again and he inhaled deeply before continuing, “It’s not going to be that easy. I encourage you to keep trying though.” 

And she did so by taking him deeper, enveloping more of him into the heat of her mouth which earned her a breathy curse rather than a moan. She began to suck him into her mouth, being sure to keep her eyes lifted on him, needing to see him be the one to break and moan for her. 

His teeth had captured his bottom lip, quiet pants being the only audible sounds from him, and his brows were slightly furrowed as she started to bob her head back and forth. He released his bottom lip, cursing once again, but this time it was much more shaky and she took that as a win. 

Peter’s hand had found her hair finally, but he didn’t pull or grab at her hair like before and rather kept it there as she sucked his cock, only going as far as half of him while one of her hands stroked and took care of the rest. His cock had become completely hard then, and he seethed. 

“You’re that greedy, aren’t you? Getting me hard again with that filthy mouth of yours,” he said, “So determined, so desperate…so good and perfect.” 

The word perfect had her moaning around him, and he smiled wickedly down at her, enjoying how with every good praise, every compliment she worked harder and harder for him. She was going to make him come again, and he was going to let her, giving her what she wanted though? That was going to take more like he said and he hoped she could take it like she took him a while ago. 

In the midst of his thoughts, his eyes caught movement then, and he noticed that one of her hands was underneath her skirt. His eyebrows grew taunt, and his expression hardened as he realized what she was doing.

“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was harsh suddenly, and she paused in her spot, not even really realizing that her fingers were rubbing her swollen clit and spreading their collective releases over it. He clicked his tongue at her again, as if disappointed, and he said, “I want you to make me come again, not yourself.”

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving her suddenly feeling so empty and he shook his head. Her eyes shot up to meet his, his eyes were almost glaring at her and she hummed in confusion.

“I’m sorry, I…I honestly didn’t realize it,” she admitted to him with a hoarse voice and she removed her hand from her pussy. His eyes stayed trained on her, flashing to her hand for a second before. She couldn’t read his expression from down there, didn’t know what that shift in his gaze meant when he was suddenly reaching toward to touch the back of her head. 

“You surprise me,” he suddenly said without explanation, and his eyes narrowed down on her as he said, “…open up.” 

Uncharacteristically, she didn’t listen right away. She had a feeling where this might be going, as Peter wasn’t going to let her have control over him and set the pace she sucked him off at the entire time. A fuzzy feeling went over her, mixed with a sort of uncertainty she felt before about whether or not she could do it.

He could tell she was suddenly put off, even just slightly, and he couldn’t have that. He hummed softly, “I want you to take all of me…” His other hand was touching her chin then, his thumb finding her bottom lip that was wet and swollen, “You told me you could take it, remember?”

His words struck something inside of her, and the hold he had on her since she waltz into this lab thinking there was a scientist in need of medical assistance took over again, and she was lowering her jaw for him. Peter grinned at her, almost menacingly before he released her jaw.

“Good, now stick your tongue out, yes, just like that, good girl,” he praised her when he felt her tongue flatten underneath his hard cock as he began to push himself past her lips, “Being so good for me…” he started to push deeper into her mouth slowly, making her mouth open wider until the tip reached the back of her throat. 

She was quick to gag, her hands moving upward to grasp his thighs and Peter gently stroked her hair and said breathlessly, “Just relax, you’re doing so well for me…” 

Her hands clenched the white fabric of his slacks that was still on him, feeling the leather belt he had to wear between her hands, and tried to comply, attempting to relax her throat and lavish in the gentle hold on the back of her head and his soothing voice, encouraging her and praising her. 

Peter felt her relax around him, and he took the opportunity to shove the rest of his length in her mouth, his gentle hold becoming firm until he was completely engulfed in her mouth. She sputtered around his cock still, almost like she was gasping for air and he could feel her nails through his clothes and he seethed and lowered his head as he said, “Breathe through your nose- you want me to moan for you? This will get you what you want.” 

She felt tears prick at the side of her eyes, her mouth filling so fucking full that she was sure she could feel him in her chest, and she willed herself to calm down, to relax like he said, and to breathe. She’d given head before, but never like this, and she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her and tell her how good she’s making him feel…she wanted to hear him moan again.

Her grip loosened on him, and she lifted her eyes to meet him, telling him with them that she was okay, that she could go on, and when she saw him smile and pant at her, she suddenly felt the desire to touch herself again even though he told her she wasn’t allowed to. 

“I know it’s what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he told her, sounding like a promise, and he pulled out of her mouth about halfway before moving back in, releasing a quiet moan that she almost didn’t hear, “Yeah, I’ll give it to you.” 

A series of moans slipped past his lips then, soft and endearing and incredibly hot as he slowly slipped his cock in and out of her mouth. Her body already felt like it was on fire, and the noises he was starting to make were just fanning the flames. 

She even met one of his thrusts, and it made him laugh breathlessly at her need and eagerness that continued to impress him even now. She was doing so fucking well for him, taking all of him in, and there was nothing in the world right now that he could think of that would feel just as good as her on her knees for him and letting him fuck her inviting mouth. 

A possessiveness had come over Peter at this moment as he gazed down at the pretty nurse, and he wondered who else had the pleasure to see her in such a way, to know how her lips felt wrapped around their cock. It made him irrationally frustrated that she had definitely belonged to someone else before, spent time like this with them, and already he was thinking of ways to make sure he would be the last.

In his possessive thoughts, his thrusts had become more frequent, more fast, and his moans less soft and more like a deep, rough groan that came from deep within his chest and yet she was still being good, keeping her eyes open and mouth wide and tongue flat. 

“Are you going to make me come again? You are fucking greedy,” his voice was strained, and heavy, “Yeah you are, fuck, you love it, admit it, you love it.” 

Her response was a gagged hum around his cock, and he laughed as one hand rubbed the top of her head and he said, “Don’t worry about responding, I know you do. I can tell with how eager and greedy you are…being a good girl and letting me fuck your mouth like this.”

His words were starting to become shattered with every moan and grunt he let slip out from every thrust into her mouth, from every sputtered noise she made when she felt herself choking on his length that vibrated pleasantly against him.

“I’m-” he groaned as he got a tighter hold on her hair, “I’m going to go faster.”

His warning came as fast as it was gone, giving her little time to actually heed the warning before he was picking up the pace of his thrusts until he was almost fully slamming himself in and out of her mouth. 

“When I come…” he said between grunts and thrusts, “You’re mine, and I need you to say it. I need you fucking say it.” 

He shoved his cock into her mouth again, keeping it there and looking down at her. She was gazing up at him still, and he could see tears streaming down her cheeks, and once again feel her hands grasping him. 

“Tell me you understand, tap my thigh twice, tell me you will,” he said, and what followed was two taps with her right hand. He exhaled and grinned manically while he praised her with another good girl, my good filthy girl before bucking his hips forward and using her mouth. 

Moans and grunts and curses slipped through his lips, giving her exactly what she wanted again and more as her name too joined those moans of his and now she really wanted to touch herself because he sounded so fucking hot like this that she was sure she could get off just to his sounds of complete pleasure. 

So, she held herself up, even as the slight panic began to sear through her that she wouldn’t be able to last with him fucking her throat like he was, afraid that she might collapsed before he could come and she really, really wanted him to. She needed to hear him when he did, she needed to take all of him in, and she needed to tell him what he wanted her to say afterward. 

Yours, she thought incoherently, I’m yours.

His cock hit the back of her throat again, causing her to gag around him once again, and it nearly sent him over the edge right then, and there. 

“Oh fuck,” he grunted at the feeling of her throat clenching him, and he said, “You’re going to make me come, fuck, you are, so fucking greedy…”

His voice was completely shattered now, words broken with grunts as he buried himself into her mouth and let out a guttural groan. 

“Fuck, fuck I’m going to come,” he told her now through gritted teeth, as his eyes slightly rolled back.

A choked hum rose from her stuffed throat, and she clung to his legs once again for dear life as she prepared for him to come down her throat when the hold on her hair was suddenly being grasped tighter, sending a familiar stinging pain to her scalp. 

“Look at me, look up at me, and don’t fucking move,” his voice was course and demanding, and before she knew it, he was actually pulling her away from his cock much to her confusion and dismay, but also relief as she immediately began to cough, feeling her own spit dripping from her bottom lip and onto the ground below her. He demanded for her to look at him again, his voice sending a shockwave through her as she did as told, forcing her head upwards to meet his gaze as his hand quickly replaced her mouth on his cock and he jerked himself off.

She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t expected the hot, ropes of cum hitting her on her face, decorating her lips and cheeks, and the skin of her chest that followed a mere few seconds after she looked up at him. She actually gasped, eyes fluttering as he let out a long, drawn out groan that was practically sex to her ears and continued to come all over her.

He sounded so fucking good, his moans and curses scratching something in her brain nothing else could. He looked so good too, his eyes blown out, lips parted and releasing fast, pants, and his pretty blonde hair disheveled. And fuck he also felt so good, his cum all over her face and chest and sticking to her skin. She stuck her tongue out, licking up the cum on her lips and moaning at the taste of him.

Peter was panting heavily, his hand still wrapped around his now soft cock, eyes trained on her tongue that was sliding over her swollen lips and his eyes shifted over the streaks of cum on her cheeks and chest, landing on her neck that bobbed as she swallowed the cum she licked up. 

Primal desire continued to take over Peter, and he was leaning forward, “I guess I should’ve come inside your mouth…since you want to swallow it so bad, but you look so fucking pretty like this.�� 

His voice was raspy and breathless still as he panted. She looked up at him, her tongue still sticking out of her lips and he sucked in a deep breath because of how undeniably breathtaking it was to see his pretty nurse wrecked in such a way, consumed by the desire to taste him while covered in his release.

Peter was grasping her chin, his gaze resting back onto her puffy, wet lips as his other hand gathered his own release onto his fingers on her cheek and stuck them into her mouth. His eyes shined when she sucked them into her mouth with zero hesitation, sucking himself off of her his fingers. Her tongue even twirled around the pads of his fingers, and he pressed his fingers deeper into her mouth, wanting her to gag around him again. 

But she didn’t, she rather accepted his fingers with ease, blown out eyes fluttering open and closed as she did. It satisfied him to see her in such a way, a smirk growing onto his lips once again that it was him who turned her into this, from the shy nurse to this woman before him covered with the cum she was sucking off his fingers.

He officially had broken her, had he not done so before, and it was beautiful, so fucking beautiful and she didn’t even know it. He slipped his fingers from her mouth, examining his fingers before taking them into his own mouth and re-meeting her gaze and he watched her body curiously now she began to sway gently to the side before her body just seemed to give out.

She collapsed, her body falling to the hard tile on the ground as she felt exactly how fatigued she was. She wanted to move, to pick herself off of the floor in order to clean herself up, but she just felt completely blissed and fucked out that she simply couldn’t for the time being. It was like there was a weight on top of her, holding her down to the ground.

All she could see now was Peter’s shoes, and she could hear the sound of a zipper and then the clinking of his belt as he clasped it back together around his white uniform pants. She blinked slowly, and when she opened them again, he was gone and all she saw was the dust gathered at the bottom of a lab desk. 

Anxiety raised through her, afraid that he’d just left her here, and she was almost sitting up in a panic before he returned to her. He crouched beside her, gazing down at her with a sweet look in his blue eyes that made her panic go away instantly. 

His eyes danced over her face, then her chest, then at the sticky substance between her thighs that was also on her face and an almost proud smile grew onto his lips. She wanted to scowl at him, tell him to stop admiring the mess he made on her and help her, but what came out was a hoarse mumble. His eyes returned to hers, the grin still on his lips before he was peeling her off of the floor. 

Before she knew it, she was set onto one of the lab stations, and Peter had paper towels in his hands that he was running under a nearby sink. Her legs hung off the side of the table, and she had to force herself to keep sitting upright, which was easier than it was before. 

There was a dull ache in her knees, her lower back, her neck, her lips and her scalp, jesus fucking christ she was going to be feeling the after effects of this for the rest of the week, which was something she wasn’t exactly mad about but she didn’t know if she could hide any of it like he seemed to be doing right now. 

No, Peter Ballard looked the same beside his hair being mussed up a bit and more curly than before from the sweating. Other than that, he looked relatively the same and she knew even if Peter didn’t come all over her, she’d still looked like she was obviously fucked into oblivion. She could only think of the security guard she’d have to get past to return to her office, wondering how she was even going to walk.

“I can take care of the security guard,” Peter suddenly said, tearing her out of her thoughts like he read hers, “You just worry about getting back to your office without falling over.” 

There was a teasing element to his tone, which made her blink and reply with a mumbled, “There’s no way…”

He was returning to her, the sleeves of his uniform shirt rolled up at the elbows and he was holding a few wet paper towels in one hand. He was falling to his knees then, right between her spread legs and she stared down at him, seeing him staring right at her aching cunt that felt like it was still seeping with his release. 

Peter licked his lips, his eyes meeting hers for a second before turning to her left inner thigh. She nearly jumped when she felt the cold, wet paper towel on her skin and he chuckled as he started to properly clean her up. 

There was something so intimate about this, something about him taking care of her after he’d been so rough, cleaning his release off of her with precision and an enamored gaze in his eyes. It made her heart blossom in her chest, feeling warmth rather than the heat of arousal, and she reached over to touch his hair without really thinking.  

He reacted quickly, eyes shooting up to meet hers again, and she smiled down at him as she pet his hair gently, and he rested his cheek against her now clean thigh before he placed an open mouth kiss there and moved on to clean her other thigh. 

Seeing him there though had her thighs slightly twitching, especially when he was kissing there one again, dragging his lips across the warm flesh of her thighs, and when her hands grasped his blonde curls and she whispered his name she felt him smirk against her skin.

He continued to kiss her, inching closer and closer to where she wanted his mouth suddenly, but never reaching the target, always directing his lips back toward her knee. She exhaled softly, kneading her hands into his hair and grumbling when she realized he was only teasing her.  

“Don’t be so upset,” he told her as he looked up at her again, amusement dancing behind those piercing eyes, “Maybe next time I can taste this pretty pussy of yours…” 

“Next time?” she asked, sucking in a soft breath as he sucked gently on a spot of her inner right thigh, clearly with the intention of marking her, “And when would that be? I don’t think cameras are…always broken.” 

He chuckled, his breath tickling her and he said, “Well…there’s no camera in your bedroom, now is there?” 

The thought of him showing up in her onsight bedroom just to bury his head between her thighs had her involuntary moan, to which he responded with a pleased smile, thinking of it too. He moved away from her thighs, unfortunately and started to work his way upward.

He ran the paper towel over her chest delicately, pressing it against her skin before raising it toward a part of her neck. She shuddered softly at the feeling of it, tilting her head to the side for him as her eyes gently fluttered shut. Peter noticed her faltering slightly, and grasped the side of her head with his unoccupied hand as he started to then wipe off what’s left of his mess that was still on her face.

His eyes moved toward her eyes then, zoning in on her smudged mascara, and he shifted her head, making her eyes flutter back open to see his piercing eyes on hers before she felt the swipe of his thumb underneath her eyes. Once again, she melted into his touch, into his very being, consuming her even now. 

He pressed his lips together in concentration, making sure that there wasn’t anything left on her, that her makeup was no longer running and then, he was buttoning up the top of her uniform, his fingers working meticulously to get the button through its hole. 

“Peter,” she called to him, though she didn’t know why, and his attention returned to her face. Her breath hitched when their eyes met, and they fell momentarily to his lips as she realized she simply wanted to feel his lips on hers again, so she leaned in, thinking he might possibly let her. 

Of course, he didn’t. He was leaning away from her before her lips could capture his and it felt like the worst thing someone could possibly do to her. A frown came over her lips, her eyebrows becoming taunt with confusion and her heart had even dropped. 

Peter noticed her expression, and sighed before he was leaning back in, except he missed her lips and placed a kiss on her cheek. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the gesture, and he said, “You haven’t said what I told you to say…” 

His hot breath was hitting her cheek before he placed another kiss there, but lower and closer to her lips, “You don’t need a reminder do you?”

She had him with wide eyes, parting her lips to speak but nothing coming out and he smiled at her as he continued, “Oh, I know you don’t. You’re a good girl who listens.”

His words from before he came all over her replayed through her mind you’re mine I need you to say it. She honestly didn’t forget, she didn’t even need to be reminded, she just didn’t say it because she knew it was true…she was his. 

And even if she hadn’t thought so, the idea of him kissing her right now, of touching her again, hopefully in her bedroom after hours, would’ve been enough for her. A blissful exhale left her parted lips, and she said exactly what he wanted her to say. 

The moment the words I’m yours uttered from her lips, Peter’s lips were on hers in a searing, all consuming kiss that had her forgetting about how fatigued she was, just feeling him and him only. He kissed her with intention, forcing his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself there. Her body and mind simply succumbed to him.

[wardenes-official]

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“ — good day, prisoners. my name is es. i’m the prison guard. this place is milgram prison. it exists to judge your sins, the ten of you. ”

* mun / mod does semi-lit rp , crack sometimes. they might also apply their own hcs onto their muse.

muse can be in either t1 or t2 timelines, depends on the question/rp. mod is very neutral on rp plots, can follow!

꒰ RP REQS — open, go ahead and do tag me !

INBOX IS OPEN — go on and ask anything ! ꒱

៹ ៸៸ ABOUT MUSE __

﹒es, they / them pronouns

﹒warden of milgram

﹒15 years old ꒱

៹ ៸៸ ABOUT MUN / MOD __

﹒ALSO es or esmod/mun ! hello there :D

﹒he / they pronouns + trans demi-boy

﹒16 years old , suspected adhd

﹒modded by @eslover ꒱

៹ ៸៸ SHIPS __

﹒es x oc [within age range] , okay!

﹒es x haruka / muu , okay!

﹒platonic ships , okay!

﹒es x anyone else not mentioned [romantic] , no.

៹ ៸៸ DNIS __

﹒smut / nsfw, this is a sfw blog.

﹒basic dni + israel / any other neg supporters

﹒ irls unless i permit you to interact

﹒ inappropriate mlgrm ships

﹒ pro/comship etc

selective block, doubt itll happen here…

៹ ៸៸ TAGS __ [WILL UPDATE OCCASIONALLY]

# ​꒰ mlgrm breakout! ꒱ — OOC TAG HEHEHE

# ꒰ prison tour ꒱ — guide around my blog (generally)

# ​꒰ ahem— an announcement ! ꒱ — important posts

# ꒰ request l. ꒱ — asks from inbox

# ꒰ crack ꒱ — crack roleplays/interactions

# ꒰ semi-lit ꒱ — semi lit roleplays/interactions

# ꒰ (un/)forgiven. ꒱ — heavy / light genres tags !

# ꒰ i won’t acknowledge it. ꒱ — trigger warnings, you have been warned.

# ꒰ working as per usual. ꒱ — random es talking posts to allow others to trigger short roleplays/interactions.

# ꒰ oh ? you want to talk ? ꒱ — first interaction posts/rbs coming from other ocs/prisoners!

# ꒰ report has been scrapped. ꒱ — ooc rbs!

# ꒰ a report has been made ! ꒱ — rbs abt rps/rpers

# ​꒰ short interrogations ꒱ — short post/rb rps longer than the length of 3 reblogs! below that isn’t tagged.

# ꒰ long interrogations ꒱ — long post/rb rps, for those who wish to do long roleplays with es instead of just 1 time interactions! only used when longer than short interrogations, assuming 6/7 reblogs. [ tag to rp <3 ]

# ꒰ ??? ꒱ — interactions w/ anonies

# ꒰ !!! ꒱ — interactions w/ ooc blogs

# ꒰ 00? ꒱ — interactions w/ ocs

# ꒰ 011 ꒱ — es interacts outside of asks

# ꒰ 000 ꒱ — interactions / rps w/ (other) es

# ꒰ jklp ꒱ — interactions / rps w/ jackalope

# ꒰ 001 ꒱ - ꒰ 010 ꒱— interactions or roleplays w/ prisoners + 09system!

៹ ៸៸ SPECIAL TAGS __ ?

# ꒰ extraction failed ?! 💫 ꒱ — magic anon!

# ꒰ smart… fridge ? ꒱ — milgram smart fridge.

# ꒰ interrogating… the warden ? ꒱ — ask games

“ — i don’t know much about you lot. what i do know is that all of you are killers—that’s it. from now on, i’ll have you all enlighten me about yourselves.

once again, welcome to milgram. have a nice life in prison. ”

[morexlapis]

arwa or jinni. 19 years old. he/him pronouns.

maybe on here still maybe not??

[prisoner-000]

i like them

[pywnoyalien]

hi ouroboros community

some are **really** fucking old