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wildandsmile · 7 months

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Summary : Despite your ongoing conflicts with your boyfriend, you found the strength to call it quits when you discovered him with another girl or so you thought.

Tw : Toxic Gojo, Self Conscious Reader, Possessive Gojo, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Bullying and Belittling

Kink : Growling,Fingering, Bite ,Breeding, Cream-pie, Dirty talk, Hate sex,Unprotected sex, Penetrative sex (p in v) and Rough sex

Wc : 2.3k

An : Happy Day 6 of Kinktober, Once sorry if the smut bad I’m tried man give me a break please. 🧍🏾‍♀️

Enjoy!

You and Gojo had yet another fight this time it was about his problem with flirting with everything that could walk, talk and think on its own but it seemed like every time he would convince you that it was all in your head that it's perfectly normal for people to do things like that. It wasn’t until you walked in on him kissing another girl in your own apartment that you realized it had all just been him.

"Pack your things, Gojo! I want you out of my place!" you shouted, frustration boiling over as you witnessed the girl hastily collecting her belongings scattered around your apartment. Yet, even as she left, leaving tears in the corners of your eyes, Gojo remained unmoved. He had the audacity to sigh as though you had disrupted his good time, and in that moment, you painfully realized just how much he had shattered you.

You wouldn't leave the house unless your outfit met his approval. If he hinted at you looking a bit bloated or gaining weight, you'd work out until you couldn't breathe.

Overwhelmed by your thoughts, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Grabbing a suitcase from your closet, you stormed into your room and began tossing all of Gojo's belongings into it. He stood in the living room, motionless, as you spent hours stuffing and cramming his things inside. It was a challenging task, but you managed to do it.

With all his stuff packed, you returned to the living room, where he still sat with his feet up on your coffee table, engrossed in one of his latest school dramas. Just looking at him filled you with anger. While wiping away your tears, you made your way to the front door, flung it open, and threw his belongings outside.

Approaching him, you boldly reached for the remote, turning off the TV. Then, you pivoted to face the door and declared, "I've packed all your belongings, Satoru, and tossed them outside. Now, I want you out of my house immediately." In that moment, you felt a sense of empowerment, as if this was something you truly desired and not just an action you took for Gojo's sake.

However, your triumphant thoughts were shattered when Gojo stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours intensely. His breath grew heavy, and before you knew it, he had you pinned against the wall. His legs were positioned between yours, forcing you to spread them for balance and space.

"Listen carefully," Gojo hissed in a viper-like tone, his words laced with an unsettling intensity, his piercing blue eyes seemingly peering deep into your soul. But you remained steadfast, your desire for freedom burning brighter. You turned your face away from Gojo and replied, "I don't give a damn what you say. I want you out of my house, and that's final."

At that moment, just as you finished speaking, Gojo wrapped his arms around your throat, not to the point of suffocation, but enough to make it a struggle to breathe. He continued, "I hate to break it to you, but you're nothing without me. Do you honestly believe anyone would care about you if you broke up with me? Your girlfriends only hang out with you because they want a piece of me, and guys only flirt with you to prove they're better than me. There's not a single person who truly wants you except for me. Do you understand that?"

Hearing those words escape Gojo's lips cut deep, not because he said them, but because you couldn't deny their truth. Before dating Satoru, no one had paid much attention to you or tried to get to know you. It hit you like a ton of bricks that if you were to break up with him, you'd be left with nothing. You'd become just another ordinary person trapped in an unending cycle. That was the thing about Gojo—you liked that he had the power to either free you from that cycle or keep you in it, and it was all his choice.

Yet, as you stood there, torn between your own desires and the reality of the situation, you couldn't help but wonder why it was so difficult to push him aside. Why were you gazing at him as if he hadn't just shattered your heart, and why did he still manage to look so alluring to you?

Your mind felt like a chaotic mess, torn between what it wanted and what it couldn't let go of. Gojo had you tiptoeing on eggshells every day, and you were fed up with it. But at the same time, you couldn't deny your lingering feelings for him. Little did you know that this was precisely what Gojo wanted.

He hadn't started dating you because of your intelligence or wealth; it was your willingness to do anything for him with just a word that had drawn him in. Whenever you resisted, he enjoyed breaking down your bratty attitude, knowing you'd eventually come crawling back to him as if nothing had happened. And that was something he appreciated about you.

So when you seized him by the collar, pulled him into a passionate kiss, and slowly led him into your shared bedroom, he wasn't the least bit surprised.

┈━═☆ Smut Time ☆═━┈

"You know I'm still-" you try to murmur, but your words are silenced by Gojo's tantalizing touch, his finger tracing a path of desire along your lips. In an instant, his lips descend upon yours, igniting a fiery collision that leaves you breathless and craving for more. His hands assertively clasp onto your delicate jaw, his tongue sensually swirling within your mouth, engaging in a passionate battle for dominance alongside yours. You were completely caught off guard as he forcefully pressed you onto the bed, his lips never breaking contact with yours.

"Gojo ," you moan, desperately attempting to hold on, but your breath grows heavier and your mind becomes clouded with desire. Gojo then lets out a low cut groan and pulls his pants down, revealing his firm cock, which was already leaking with per-cum. With that, he sensually pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace. The intensity of the kiss heightened, lingering for a tantalizing moment longer than before. You could fill his tongue and how it probed every inch of his lips, and you could even taste the sweet taste of Gojo lip balm, which he would be caught dead without.

You pull back from the passionate kiss, feeling your breath hitch as your lungs involuntarily tighten, even though the tantalizing exchange of lips had only just begun. "Mmm, you're such a cruel tease," you purr, your teeth sinking into your luscious bottom lip as you coyly avert your gaze. Even as you passionately express your frustration towards him, he remains undeterred, his desire evident as he sensually grasps the edge of your enticing lingerie, teasingly pulling them down, revealing your throbbing cunt. With a tantalizing touch, he caresses your wet cunt, skillfully gliding his fingers along your sensitive lips, while tenderly applying pressure to your throbbing clit.

"You've certainly trained your sweet little pussy to accommodate me so perfectly, despite any difficulties you may have had in the past," he whispers, gently caressing your luscious lips. Can't believe you're already dripping with desire from just a few tantalizing kisses, you're such an insatiable little vixen, aren't you? He smirks as his fingertips glide along the softness of your mouth, ascending until they reach the hem of your hip . With a deliberate motion, he gently parts your legs, unveiling every intimate detail, a sight reserved solely for his eyes.

"Don't just stare at me like that," you purr, your voice dripping with desire, as you tilt your head seductively to the side, deliberately avoiding Gojo's intense gaze. You couldn't resist the intoxicating allure of how he made you feel in this very moment, even if it was a sinful pleasure that consumed your every desire.Come closer, you yearn to gaze into those captivating eyes of his. Gojo whispers seductively as he trails a trail of soft kisses along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. The gentle touch of his lips against yours brings a fleeting sense of tranquility, but as he descends back down to your neck, his desire intensifies. With a primal hunger, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your nape, marking you with a beautifully shaped bite that leaves a deliciously sweet ache. "Did you just bite -" your words were silenced as he forcefully plunged his fingers inside you, his touch so intense it felt like he was take over you.

His skilled fingers delved deeper into the depths of your throbbing cunt, your velvety walls eagerly embracing his every movement, causing a moan to escape your lips, muffled by the intensity of the moment. The tantalizing sound of your wetness mingling with his touch only heightened the intoxicating atmosphere. "Cat caught your tongue, slut?" he snaps, sucking bruising down your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, pleased as he sounds the squelching begin to drip down his fingers.

As the heat spreads across your flushed cheeks, you sink your teeth into your delicate hand, stifling the sweet sounds of pleasure that threaten to escape your lips. You were consumed with a delicious sense of desire, your body yearning for more as this tantalizing encounter unfolded. Helpless to resist, you found yourself unable to deny the intoxicating pleasure he was giving you.

"Yeah, oh baby, don't you dare hide that sinful voice of yours ," he purrs, his voice dripping with desire, as he firmly secures your delicate wrist above your head. “Come on you enjoy talk my head off just a few minutes ago what stoping now”

"Fuck no ah they'll hear me" You're desperately trying to retain your dignity, but it all goes away the instant your body lifts into the air.

"You're nothing but a dirty whore," he laughs, his eyes black and his lips twisting, because this was not your Gojo, no, this was the Gojo who handed you a single handle and ruined your life with only a few words and a sweet grin that went cold in an instant.

"You're nothing but a naughty whore," he chuckles, his eyes smoldering and his lips curling, because this was not your Gojo, no, this was the Gojo who handed you a seductive proposition and ignited your desires with only a few words and a tantalizing smirk that turned wicked in an instant.

"I wish you would drop

"Is that everything you've got? I thought you didn't like me," he wondered, your intense words making him feel a rush of warmth coursing through him, sending energy through his body and dick.

"You're so annoying" You groan as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds and pumps his huge cock to your words, still able to hold you up.

"If that's how you really felt then why are you so wet right ?" He's almost panting.

"Fuck you," you exclaim in a venomous tone, but Gojo didn't care about your tone, your feelings, or your attitude; all he cared about right now was fucking you senseless. So he threw you down on his cock, forcing you to take his full dick inside till your eyes welled up with tears.

You gasped as he stretched you out on his cock, and he snarled as your slick walls gobbled him up greedily. "Fuck your such a needy whore and I like." He pushed deeply into your cunt until he was entirely submerged, then delicately pulled his cock out, leaving only the tip within.

“Ohh! S’ so deep, fuck feels so goood..”

“Such a slut, you know that? Fuck yourself on my cock.” He demanded before pulling almost all the way out and stopping. You whimpered and pushed him back inside your cunt with your hips. It felt fantastic. You moaned in delight and repeated it, and it continued getting better and better. You started fucking yourself on his cock swiftly, his groans and moans encouraging you. He let you exhaust yourself for a few moments before grabbing your hips and slamming into you, the force of his pelvis against your ass generating filthy sounds.

“Gonna fuck you so good.”

He repeated himself. His forward thrust would be met with a hip-yank that would impale you on his thick cock.

He persisted till you felt your cunt fluttering and twitching around him. His pelvis rutted into your ass cheeks, and your screams were almost as loud. He let out a deep sigh and smacked your behind, leaving a beautiful hand print behind. "Are you going to cum for me?" Are you going to smother my cock with your cum? Do you want to use me? "I'm sure you want my cum on the inside, dirty fucking whore." He hauled you up against him, grabbed another mouthful of your hair, and said something sarcastic into your ear.

“Yes fuck, fuck I’m cuming I’m cuming”

You mumbled like a chant as your eyes rolled back in your head and he continued to pound your screaming cunt, gasping into your ear and nipping at your neck. As the saying goes, "That settles it. Do it cum for me. "Cum on my cock, whore."

With only a few more hard thrusts, you were able to gain the upper hand and almost slow him down with your cunt. Even though you spilled part of the milk on the sheets, it made a beautiful ring at the base of his cock.

"Fuckkk... I'm going to stuff this slutty cunt of yours with my cum." I'm going to put a fucking baby in there. Do you want it? Huh? "Would you like me to fuck a baby into you?"

You nodded brainlessly and madly when he asked. He gasped and grabbed your hips with a power he'd never used before. He fucked you a few more times on his cock before his hips stuttered and you felt a warm material fill you. You felt absolutely full, as if you were entirely packed with no place to spare.

He didn't pull out; instead, he stayed motionless and made sure that when he did draw out, he wasted as little of his cum as possible. You lay there, desperately trying to regain your breath as he pushed his cum deeper inside of you with small, delicate thrusts.

"I love you, Gojo," you murmur in hushed tones, but he does nothing but nod and kiss you on the forehead.

With he that he got out of bed without looking at you or even asking if you were okay; all he did was grab his phone and stroll over to the bathroom, closing the door so he could hear the shower running. And as he opened the curtains and let himself in, you started crying because you knew this was going to be your life for the rest of your life, and it was all your fault.

#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #anime smut #kinktober #day 6 #jjk smut #jjk x you #gojo x you #gojo smut #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu kaisen #toxic gossip train #toxic behavior #controlling

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misstycloud · 1 year

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Worst date ever

Yandere date x fem reader x obsessive exes

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The grey clouds were casting shadows over the tall city buildings, making them appear a scale darker than they were. Likelihood for rain very was prominent, and people hurried on the street towards their destination, in case they'd get stuck in an oncoming drizzle. The ones inside buildings were lucky not to have such troubles, as they sat safely behind walls. (Y/n) was one one those people, she rested on a comfortable chair inside

Bean n' Jobe's cafe. It was one of the more popular cafes, getting around twice as many visitors a day than an average cafe. The bread and pastries was of amazing quality, the same applies to the drinks; which were mainly coffee based. They did have different juices and smoothies too, but they weren't as popular.

(Y/n) sat further back in the establishment, before her on the table laid a plate of freshly baked goods. Beside it was a cup of coffee. She brought the warm mug to her lips and sipped gently on it. Then she placed it back on the table and glanced over toward the entrance;waiting.

The reason behind her waiting was a blind date, orchestrated by her friend. It had been a while since she dated anyone and her friend thought it was time she got out there again. However, (Y/n) was somewhat apprehensive to the idea.

Because it wasn't like she just wanted to be alone and that's why she stopped seeing people; there was of course a reason behind it. It being the fact that all her exes were crazy, in one way or another. All of them were toxic, possesive and seemed completely obsessed with her. Which was not good, at all.

They consistently wanted her to cut off contact with her family, limit the time she spends with friends and over all just be the only social interaction she has. When it got too much for her, she broke it off with them. She just didn't understand why she had the worst luck ever finding love. After her latest ex, Liam, she chose to take a break on dating and instead focusing on herself.

Now that break finally ended, with the help of her best friend. He'd told her of some guy he knew;a friend's friend. Furthermore that friend was apparently very intrested in meeting her, certain they would hit it off. Despite her previous reluctance, her friend was marvellous at convincing others and there she sat in Bean n' Jobe's, waiting for her anonymous date.

(Y/n) could only pray that he wasn't nuts like the others. An example was Gabriel who she met as a teenager, they dated in high school and everything was great until he began showing concerning traits. He was incredibly clingy, and wished to be right next to her at all times. With her studies in the way and wanting to relax with her friends; it wasn't always possible.

Which Gabriel didn't appreciate at all, he started guilt tripping her and tried to isolate her by spreading rumours around the school. Sadly it didn't work as well as he wanted it to, and he cursed that she had such loyal friends. They helped clear the rumours and things went back to normal after two week.

(Y/n)'s friends told her that Gabriel wasn't a good boyfriend and he was a major red flag. After discussing it she realised how awful he was, and all the signs she ignored before was suddenly staring her in the face. The day she broke up with him, he cried and apologised enough to last him a life time. No matter how much he wailed in anguish, she didn't change her mind. Gabriel made futile attempts to get back together afterwards and he looked worse every time he got rejected. Imagine her surprise when her friends told her Gabriel had changed schools and moved to another city. At least she didn't have to deal with him anymore, she guessed.

Two months after Gabriel had moved away, another boy took his place. His name was Oliver, he and his parents had bought the house Gabriel lived in previously. He was very handsome and intstantly caught everyone's attention. His blonde curly locks and caramel eyes were to die for. Despite being the new eye candy of the school the only one he showed any interest in was (Y/n).

Oliver was the perfect example of a gentlemen. He regularly held the door for her, walked her to class, carried heavy books and constantly showering her in affection. She couldn't lie and say it wasn't a little nice to feel those envious glares pointed at her. I mean, if you had the most sought after person in school wanting only you, wouldn't you feel at least a little smug. Sadly, it appeared Oliver also had his vital flaws. Soon after becoming an official couple, he began showing his true side.

He was too controlling and obsessive, asking where she was all the time, frequently telling her when she could and couldn't hang out with others. Even trying to control what she wore, complaining that she was too pretty and he wouldn't allow other pests to ravish her with their filthy eyes. It wasn't long before that relationship ended too.

Ensuing her latest break-up she once again focused solely on herself and her studies. This time she waited and didn't jump into any new relationships for a while. Thanks to her studying and hard work, (Y/n) got accepted into a good collage. Her family hosted a celebration party for her, inviting all her old and new friends. The collage was great, it was large with a beautiful greenery in the school greenhouse. The grass planes right outside weren't stingy with rose bushes either. Their scent often wafted through the air, bringing an elegant feeling about the place.

During her year as a sophomore, (Y/n) met a guy named Dan, he was on another major so she hadn't seen him around much. If she thought about it, she could recall seeing his image in the corridors but never had she initiated a conversation with him. He was the nice, chill guy and treated her companions well, so she dated him. Until things started going south again. They broke up and he left the school, while they weren't on good terms she hoped it wasn't because of her. She simply didn't want to date him, not ruin his education.

Over the years (Y/n) dated a few more men, but they all had some kind of issues she didn't want to deal with. No way she wanted to be stuck with someone who wouldn't let her have other people in her life, and be forced to rely solely on them. Hell no.

Regaining her senses the young woman looks over to the entrance when the bell jingles as a sign that a customer entered. In the doorway stood a cute guy, his slightly messy hair seemingly sticking to his face like glue. Perhaps he ran all the way there, (Y/n) thought. Right then, green eyes met hers and she saw the man smile at her before approaching. So he was her mystery date. A guy in his mid twenties probably, his dyed hair and dark clothing suggested a minor ‘bad boy’ vibe.

She could already hear her sister calling him ‘emo’ or something along those lines. It was unusual to dress that way for someone older than teenage years, in their city. She however, was intrigued by his distinct style which meant he didn’t care what anyone thought.

When he finally reached his date’s table, he instantly seized her hand and shook it enthusiastically with a clean smile.

“Hey, I’m Leo Chantel!” Despite his outwardly appearance, his happy introduction implied he was a rather bright person.

“Hello, I’m (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you.”

“No, no , the pleasure is all mine.” He said while taking a seat opposite her.

As the pair continued speaking, (Y/n) tried to engage as much as possible and since it had been a while, she wasn’t sure how smooth she was being. She only hoped she didn’t scare him away with awkwardness. But did not appear to be the case at all, for her date was very eager to get to know her. Leo had asked her questions but before she could answer them, he interrupted her and responded them with his own answers. Sometimes they were very accurate to what she prepared to repy.

Like, he inquired about what her favourite food was; then said that his favourite food was (f/f). Then, when she lastly told him, Leo was ecstatic, they have something in common! Thinking it was a bit weird to quiz someone but then interrupting she hesitated, but ultimately choose to ignore it. Except that it happened again. Then a third time and a forth.

‘Okay. What is this guy doing?’ She finally thought, ‘maybe I should bring up another subject?’

“Ehm, my friend said he found you through a mutual friend, Eric, right?” Leo’s expression stilled for a moment before chuckling stiffly, like he wasn’t expecting her to change the flow of the almost one-way conversation.

“Yeah, my bud, Eric.” A short reply was all (Y/n) got. At first she thought he would continue but it didn’t seem to be the case.

She cleared her throat and continued instead.

“I heard he’s developing his own brand, it’s going quite well, too.”

“Yes. His brand.” The purple haired man opposite her who talked her ears off previously, now cut his words short. To not make it anymore awkward she decided to keep going.

“It’s pretty cool, right? To start you own brand and making it successful.”

“Well, actually I think it’s not that great too be honest. His products and choices are obviously flawed.”

Wow, now he was talking down his friend? That wasn’t the kind of guy (Y/n) wished to be with. In that case, it was better to end it right off the bat, rather than try pursue a relation she isn’t interested in. Pretending to check her phone, (Y/n) disguised her intentions as an accident. Or, she tried to but wasn’t sure if Leo actually bought it. He probably didn’t, the accident is a most obvious evasion used by many.

“Sorry, I forgot I had an appointment today!” She looked at him with an apologetic smile.

“Really? Okay, it’s fine, we can just reschedule an-“

“No! I mean, no I sadly don’t think I’ll be free. I have so much to do right now, you know. I��m sorry, you are wonderful but maybe you should see someone who isn’t as busy.”

The young man smiled in compliance and suggested.

“Oh, I see. I was hoping for a second date. But if you’re busy…I don’t want to bother. Perhaps when you’re less unavailable, we can try again?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I just have terribly much work to get done and I don’t know when it will be. But I’ll call you when it happens. Don’t feel bad for seeing other, though. I completely understand.”

Leo chuckled at her rambling and told her he took no offense. He watched as his date left the cafe and turned a corner, out of sight. He enyoyed seeing her so flustered, it was cute. The way she tried to excuse herself and run away from their date. They would meet again. Maybe even sooner than they think. It’s not like she could get rid of him, they were perfect for each other.

He’ll show her what a real persistent man looked like.

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angel-gf · 6 months

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I’ll do exactly as my owner tells me to. I don’t want my opinion to matter. The only thing I need to be is his good girl.

#angelgf #needy wh0re #obsessive love #dumbification #controlling #stupid whores

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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 2 years

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Psycho Killer

pairing: peter ballard x fem!reader

summary: reader has to deal with the consequences on what she has unleashed in hawkins lab.

warnings: blood, violence, manipulation, angst, possessiveness, controlling, dark fan fiction.

notes: this is my first tumblr post and peter ballard story lol. anyways no smut however if you do like this then let me know if you want a part two (with smut of course). purposely written with no caps. this means it’s a flashback. also i don’t properly prove read ! i hope you enjoy !

you should have waited. you were told to wait. ordered to wait for him. but here you were, taking two steps forward and one step back, terrified about what was occurring. whatever plan he was executing. the alarm wailing was what caused you to break your promise. what if peter was in danger? what if he needed you? the flickering lights and sounds of screaming over the transceiver proved you wrong. he was free from harm, which horrified you.

there was a growing endless pit in your stomach from every step you took. this couldn’t be by the hands of peter. he only wanted to set the both of you free from this prison. that’s what he told you. this barbaric disastrous in hawkins laboratory couldn’t be from him. but it was pointless, being in such denial. you had to do something, help some of these innocent people get out alive from this monster you’ve unleashed. if only you knew another way. if only you never removed the soteria from his neck. he’d still be sane. what have you done?

you creeped down the cement steps, in the dark boiler room. your heart was racing, goosebumps all over your cold skin. your eyes darted across the room, searching for him. the pipe hissed out steam which caused you to gasp lightly. you stepped back and bumped into a firm figure, it was peter. you turned back as he held his finger to his soft lips and whispered for you to be quiet. you followed his order.

“follow me” he instructed. he didn’t wait for you, because he knew you’d listen. peter knelt down before a pipeline to jerk off the metal barrier. he dropped the barrier and looked towards you with soft eyes.

“now, it’s going to be a bit scary in here. but this, this will lead you out beyond the the lab fence to the woods” peter explained to you as he stared down the dark tunnel with weak eyes. you frowned, examining the sizing of the tunnel, and then you frowned to him.

“but… you’re too big” you noted, your stomach felt heavy as you waited for him to look back to you. it made you feel so much more anxious.

you would fit, just. it’d take some time to crawl out into the woods. but you didn’t want to go without him, you couldn’t go without him. this was meant to be a plan for you to escape together. there’s a slim chance you’d be able to survive, let alone escape without him.

slowly, he looked back towards you. he straightened his back and grabbed ahold of your cold hands. he felt so warm, it made you feel even weaker. his head tilted slightly as he looked for his words.

“i’m not going with you y/n” he confessed. you blinked back your tears. he leant in closer to you. “i meant what i said, when i called this place a prison. and everyone here is a prisoner, not just you. not just your brothers and sisters, but the guards too, the nurses” peter explained to you. his long fingers traced circles over the palms of your hands. you looked down to focus on his hands, it gave you comfort. “me” he finished. you looked back up to him, confused and lost. “look” he requested as he let go of your hands

peter tilted his head down to the left and held back his hair, exposing his neck. he grabbed your hand and placed it over his neck. “can you feel it?” he asked you as your finger traced over a small, firm, moveable bump in his neck. “your papa calls it soteria” he explained to you. he pushed your hand back, but still held onto it as he looked back to you. “it weakens me. it tracks me. even if there were another way out, he will find me. and if he finds me, he will find you” peter made clear.

you paused. blinking back the tears until you found your voice again. “what if i… took it away from you?” peter cocked an eyebrow to you as he waited for you to continue. his eyes were wide, and you weren’t sure if he was eager or scared for your next choice of words. “i can’t make it without you. i don’t want to make it without you. i-” you halted, unaware on if you wanted to say such nonsense.

peter squeezed your hands. “it’s okay, you can tell me” he assured you. it calmed you enough to feel ease in your throat again.

“i have feelings for you- i think that i love you. i don’t know what else this feeling could be” you admitted. he gave you a small smile as you two admired one another.

peter had lied to you. he manipulated you into setting him free. all of this disaster is your fault, and yours alone. you felt so used, so heartbroken. you loved him, you still love him. but this wasn’t peter, this was a sinister.

you should have noticed the subtle insanity in his expression once you had removed the soteria. the silence he had as he examined it. if only you paid attention to what he whispered. that evil grin would have explained everything to you.

you only thought he was protecting you, when he killed those guards. you didn’t know he wanted to hurt them. they wanted to hurt you, and him as well. you would have never seen him again, dr brenner would had banished one of you. he reassured your safety and protection when he showed you his tattoo. you two were alike, you were both unique and special. it was as if you were made for one another. it felt like it was destiny.

he cared for you, he wanted you to stay safe as he found a way out for you guys. he didn’t kiss you before he abruptly left, and at the time you had wished he had. you thought he would have. so now you weren’t sure what his true intentions are. what he had planned for you after this massacre. he was too powerful to defeat but you had hope, maybe you could convince him out of this before it was too late. maybe you could save the other children before he gets to them.

you gasped as you saw papa unconscious on the ground in a testing room. the door was ripped off the hinge. you were too frightened to see if he was still alive. as you turned, you saw an orderly with his eyes gouged out sitting against the tiled walls. you skipped a breath as you hesitated to continue on. you wished you hadn’t, but there was no turning back now. you saw the bodies of the children, all with their eyes gouged out as well. you were too late. you ran from the gruesome scenes, unaware of where to go now. but they only continued. there was blood everywhere. death was following you. the screams echoed the halls, and the blood printed on your mind.

you were on the verge of a panic attack. this was all your fault. your breathing was rough and your eyes kept squinting at every turn, fresh blood splattered everywhere. your heart was pounding to the point that you were convinced that it would snap open a part of your ribcage. you heard screams coming from the rainbow room and you weren’t sure if you had it in you to go in.

but what peter was doing was pure evil. you couldn’t stand by and allow such wickedness, knowing that you are the cause of this. a rush of adrenaline flown through you as you pushed open the doors. you stepped in to become frozen in fear.

peter stood tall with his back towards you, his hand raised into the air, his eyes had rolled to the back of his skull. there was blood splattered across his white uniform. but that wasn’t what petrified you, it was eleven’s small shaking body hanging in the air, her bones were snapped as her eyes bleed out. a soft groan was her final breathe as peter dropped her lifeless to the ground. there was dead bodies of the children everywhere. all of them had the same fatality. peter stood there, his breathing pushing his chest in and out. you shrieked at the horror, your back pressed against the doors now. peter spun around to you within a blink of the eye.

“i told you to wait” peter growled at you. he looked furious with you, for disobeying a simple order. it would have been better if you stayed in the closet. he knew how overwhelmed you’d become, how frightening this would be for you. he wanted to protect you from this.

he took a large step towards you. your hand gripped onto the door handle. he paused, an eyebrow now cocked towards you. he waited for your next move. your flight or fight mode kicked in. you bolted out of the rainbow room. peter only watched you scatter for your life. you missed his expression mixed with anger and disappointment.

you cried as you ran down the blood filled halls. tears streamed down your flustered cheeks as you couldn’t notice how breathless you were. you leaped over the body of a dead guard, but you slipped over a hidden pool of blood. you hissed as your hip crashed into the wall. you groaned as you tried to pull yourself up. you looked down the hall, your eyes widened as you saw peter striding towards you, wrath in his blue eyes. his hand swiped across the air, throwing the dead bodies in the hall to the side.

you shrieked again as you forced your injured body up. you rushed to the boiler room, it was your only chance of escape now. you scurried down the stairs and searched for the pipeline. dropping to your knees, you sprung yourself into the rusting, tight tunnel. however, firm hands gripped onto either side of your hips which caused you to cry out. you’re yanked out of the pipe and peter viciously let’s go of your frail body. you slid on the cement, adding to your pain.

“why are you trying to run from me?” peter spat out. but you were too scared to respond. your body curled up into a ball. that didn’t please peter. he scrunched his hand, which caused a force to push you towards him. he grabbed ahold of your arms roughly and glared down towards you. his looks could have killed you.

“peter… please this- this isn’t-”

“peter isn’t real sweetheart” you were cut off by peter. that evil grin was back.

“i don’t understand” you cried out, confused and scared.

his expression softened as he thought with logic instead of emotion. his grip loosened as he observed how distressed you were. he lowered you to your knees, you sunk below him. he brushed his hand through your knotted hair. you looked up to him with broken eyes, tears still dripping down your cheeks. peter squatted besides you and wiped away your tears with the back of his hand.

“a story set for another time. your brain has had too much to comprehend today i think” he gave you a small smile as he tapped your forehead. you flinched at the tap. “why do you cry for them y/n? after everything they did to you. you think you need them but you don’t. you only need me…” he spoke softly to you now, the back of his hand gently touched your heated cheek.

it sent a shiver down your spine. it was so soft but firm at the same time. it felt like it was a threat instead of a notion. his touch felt stone cold now, it was irritating you but you wouldn’t dare to pull away.

“they’re just children” you whispered. peter scoffed as a response.

“they were merely gadflies. an embarrassment of my fabrication. i gave them mercy” peter responded, emotionless.

“are you going to kill me now?” you asked as you moved your gaze to the cement ground. you had already accepted your fate, but now you weren’t sure if he was going to go through with it now.

peter frowned and forced you to look back to him. your chin was caught between his fingers. he read your eyes for what felt like hours. a chuckle left his lips, you gave him a bemused look. “sometimes i wonder how you’re so naive…” he admitted with an eased shrug of the shoulders. he continued on, “why would i commit such act? do you believe that i had deceived you of my fondness towards you?” peter questioned her.

“my feelings for you are stronger than i can express y/n”.

“do you?” peter asked again. you shook your head quickly. peter smiled to you and nodded his head. “good, are you still fond of me?” he replied.

was this a trick question? you weren’t sure how to respond. peter gritted his teeth, which motivated you to answer him. “yes” you answered honestly. he smiled once more.

“that’s very good” he answered. “however… i do not tolerate disobedience” peter brought up, you stared at him with unease.

“i’m sorry” you apologised instantly. but it’s not enough, you should know that.

“that won’t cut it” he sighed. peter stood back up to his feet and brushed his bloody hand through his blonde hair. he looked down towards you. your eyes briefly looked over his lower region. by the time you had set your sight on his eyes, he was smirking to you. “but it’s okay… we have all the time in the world now” he pointed out. “stand up y/n” he commanded.

you hissed in pain as you forced yourself to stand before him. peter placed his palm against your cheek. instantly you felt tired and dizzy. it was a struggle to keep your eyes open. you fell into his arms, he held onto your tightly, as he watched you like a hawk. through your blurred vision, you could still see that evil grin of the man that you still loved.

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