#martin brenner x reader smut

[thatpunklani]

"Little One"

Description: He might seem to be the bad guy, but is he really a bad guy?

This is basically episode 5 from season 4 re-written with you in it. Also, I'm writing this at 3 am on a Wednesday and I am not spell checking.

(I know people will either hate me or something for writing this, but I haven’t seen literally anyone write for Dr. Brenner and I am so attracted to older men, so this is not an apology for him or his actions, but I find him so hot. Sorry, but enjoy I guess.)

Pairing: Dr. Brenner x Fem!ScientistReader

Warning(s): SMUTTT! Get ready and hold on tight, its a bumpy ride ;) Age gap, Dumbification, Praise, a bit of Fluff, Dirty talk???, Non protection (wear a damn condom y’all), Pulling out, Cum eating, Pet names, tell me if i missed anything :)

MDI!! I will block you if you are underage!!

Words: 9k

This all started with Dr. Owens.

He was the one to drag you down into this cellar in the middle of nowhere and even further nowhere. You weren’t - rather, you couldn’t speak about the project with anyone other than your fellow scientist. Had to leave your family behind, even if you were one of the few who didn’t have a husband or wife or any children behind for the greater good. You knew this was for the "greater good" as Sam told you over the phone and that was it.

Your first day was beside Sam. You face him with concern while glancing back at the rickety-looking elevator, hearing the grinding shutters of the shaft coming up to greet both of you. He holds out his hand before lifting up the security gate to the elevator. You give him one more look that was basically shouting out, “Do you really expect me to get on that thing?” He turns to you while walking back into the elevator, “It’s not as bad as it looks, c’mon.” With little hesitation, you follow suit.

He closes the gate and hits the button pointing down as he proceeds to tell you more about the project you’d be working on. You knew it sounded dumb that you would blindly follow Dr. Owens without the knowledge of what you’d be working on or researching for, but he reached out to you for help, knowing you’d be a good teammate to work with and had a smart head as well. “You really didn’t think we were working out of a shed, did you?” He chuckles with amusement while the slight shake of the elevator, “Well you didn’t really tell me much over the phone Sam.” You scroff while biting your inner cheek, something was off about this place. “You know better than anyone I couldn’t say anything over the phone.” You furrow our brows at his response, he was right and you knew people would be listening. 

The elevator continue to rumble as you were lowered down into the earth. “So, are you going tell me what I’m here for exactly?” He smiles at you, always straight to the point you are. “Project N.I.N.A.” He says with enthusiasm and a clap of his hands. Again he looks down at you to see your reaction, waiting for the obvious. “What does N.I.N.A stand for?” He just gives you a smirk and before you could question, you felt the hard thud beneath your feet. 

Once reached the bottom with a halt the gates open the tunnel-like system awaits, Sam holds out his hand for you to go ahead of him. On your first steps off your eyes look everywhere to get a clear picture, the lights are faulty and flicker, beside the elevator there was a guard, and from what you can see it looks like the tunnels go on for a couple of hundred feet each side. There was a tunnel going straight, and two tunnels going either side. It was somewhat dark and damp. You look back at him, “I know damn well you didn’t build all of this yourself.” He laughs at your sarcasm and tucks his hands in his pockets. “Yes, you are correct, more like a facelift.” He exclaims while doing a little twirl, looking at everything he has done with this place. This had an eerieness to it, with the slight hum of the lights and the temperature chilling your arms. “You know what ICBM stands for?” He asks a few more steps into the tunnel. “Intercontinental ballistic missile?” It took you a moment before answering but once the words left your lips that's when it clicked in your head. “We used to store them in these silos, but we haven’t used this one in years.” He has a cheeky grin on, proud of his thinking, and almost the perfect place to do his research with the government finding out where he was. “The perfect hiding spot.” You somewhat gawk at this realization and his cleverness. Which he feeds his ego with.

“I mean why not use this big ol’ empty space? So, we repurposed it to hold something much more powerful than a missile.” He lifts his hands out of his pockets while talking to exaggerate his point. You nod and lift your gaze back up at Sam to see what he was going to follow up with, but your mind was already set. The rumor had to be true, you’ve never known anyone who’s actually seen her in real life before or seen what she had in store. Yet here you are. It was something for him to drive you to an unlocated security government facility, but it was a completely different thing to make you go down to this cellar with the most dangerous thing that was possibly created. And it had to be you to be a scientist. “Eleven.”

—--

Over the few months of working on the project, you’ve been close with your fellow worker. Anne and Tracy are your favorites, along with a couple of others. Most of your coworkers and you have knitted a close circle while working together.

But you all waited ever so patiently for that elevator door to open and show her, the whole reason you’ve been down here for months and left everything behind. And that day finally arrived with the familiar crashing thud of the elevator landing on the bottom floor.

You and your fellow scientist peek over our workspaces to see if we could steal a glance at Eleven. And there she was, Dr. Owens, giving his little speech about everything she needed to know. And while passing through between the other scientists Dr. Owens calls out for you, “Erm, Y/n follow me.” It took you a moment to process what he meant, that and he had picked you. You shake yourself off and while passing your friends they give you small thumbs up and the other with their jaws slightly slack at the sight of Eleven.

You follow right behind them both, “You’ll have to forgive the staring. You’re a bit of a celebrity down here.” Dr. Owens explains to the teen. She had her hair done up in a ponytail, she wore flannel and had light denim wash jeans. She looks up at Sam and glances back at you for a second. “I am?” She questions and before Sam could answer you butt in, “You - You’re bigger than Madonna over here.” Sam laughs at the comparison, but it was right. She was the talk of the town down here, everything you were doing was for her. How could she not be a big deal? She gives you a timid smile and looks back at Sam.

“They’ve all given up their lives, their jobs, their families. To come work on this program, cause they believe in this cause. They believe in you.” Dr. Owen explains further to Eleven, all while she listens closely. 

The door in front swiftly opens, you three walk together into the main workspace. This was where you kept N.I.N.A, a huge tank full of saltwater and televisions. At first, looking at the prototypes while ironing out the specifics you were all but confused as to what you were looking at, but once Sam explained his blueprint and the overall idea it made sense why he called you down here in first place. “We call her Nina.” He speaks to Eleven as she admires the tank, “What is it?” She asks and Sam is about to answer her when you heard his voice.

“If we told you, it would ruin the surprise.” He states.

Looking up through your lashes you hear those footsteps, slightly echoing through the room. His black classic loafer beneath you all. His perfectly tailored suit hugged him just in a delicious amount. His matching tie and light pin-striped shirt. His silver hair was styled to perfection while his hands gripped the rails. A scar ran down from his eyebrow and down his cheek. Yes, you’ve heard all the rumors and talk about Dr. Brenner. He was a bad man, the devil inside a suit as some say. But what they forgot to tell you was that he wasn’t an eyesore to look at, rather the opposite, you could stare at the man for hours on end without getting bored. It sounds rather shameful to admit out loud as you also know what he’s done with these kids, but he did care for them. Almost as if a father would care for his children, and you know that he would love them and he would mourn the ones he's lost. Again, embarrassingly admitting you couldn’t get enough of the man who stood atop the stairwell, looking down at Eleven.

Dr. Owen's worrisome eyes look back at Eleven, he already knew the effect of seeing him would cause her. What you didn’t know was the reason why you were standing with him as well. You also glance at the frightened girl. She slightly shook like a leaf, it started to alert you that something was very wrong.

“Hello, Eleven.” He speaks directly to her, he never shifted his gaze elsewhere, just watching her reaction to seeing him again. Eleven’s breathing became heavy and labored, a telling sign she was getting anxious, plus she started to step back to get further distance from Dr. Brenner. “I know.” He takes a step down, “You're frightened of me.” He continues and still observes Eleven’s reaction, she closes her mouth and slowly starts to shake her head in denial, it wasn’t just Dr. Brenner staring at her at this point, it felt as if everyone in the room was watching the interaction take place.

 “Perhaps, in our time apart, you may have even grown to hate me. But all I’ve wanted to do is to help you.” He takes steps further down while speaking. “And right now, I think you very much need my help.” He reaches the bottom step, still, his eyes never broke away from her, but your eyes were glued to him. It felt as if every word that slipped off his tongue was enchanting to you, if you could look at yourself that this moment you knew your eyes were dilated and had a somewhat dorky smile at him. It was hard to break this trance, but you had to look over at Eleven to see her state. Any moment she could have a panic attack and you knew that it was coming sooner rather than later. “Your gifts have been stolen, I believe I know why. And I believe I know how to get them back.” He waltzes toward Eleven. And you couldn’t deny the fact laying out in front of you, the man did know what he was doing, he’s been at it for ages. From the diagrams and plans for the experiments to take place, he seems like he had a clear plan of workings. 

He now stands in front of her, “Let us work together again.” You wish you could have said something before he put his hand on her shoulder as it was crystal clear that she did not want to be touched and especially by him. But there was no stopping him now, “You and I.” She glares down at his hand, “Daughter and Papa.” That’s when she glared back at him in disgust, her face fastly turning sour at the memories. She quickly pushed off of him and began to run out the door.

But before she could make her grand run along, she ran into you and somewhat pushed you away, but that shove caused you to fall down. You watch as she runs down the hall and passes your coworkers. You knew she didn't mean to push you that hard or come off as rude, you understood that this was stressful and couldn't blame the young teen for her actions.

Right when you were about to lift yourself off the floor you heard a shuffle. Blinking your eyes up at the person offering you their hand, which you had conjured up was Dr. Owen’s but it took you by surprise when you looked up at him and it was Dr. Brenner's rather larger hand. 

Palm down and a toothy smile, “Here, let me.” He gestures with his hand and you slowly take it in yours. This was your first time interacting with Dr. Brenner, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at his kindness. And once your hands intertwine he lifts you up quickly with ease. 

From where you stood you had to look up at the man, he easily stands at 6’3. Which would be intimidating but the smile he adored and his sweet action put you into a muttering mess. Somehow you managed to say a quick ‘thank you' before averting you gaze back to Eleven who is now down at the hall speaking to the guards who blocked her way to the only exit she knew of. You three start rushing down the elongated hall to catch up to the teen before anything goes out of hand. And before you or any of the two men could react, a doctor injected her with a mixture of drugs to knock her out for a couple of hours. 

You hear her shouting and pleading to stop the doctor but nonetheless, she was poked and after a couple of seconds you saw her body go limp. “Leave her.” Dr. Brenner says, pushing away the guards. Crocheting down to carry her. She still pleads with everyone, but it didn't matter now. “I’m sorry Eleven. This is not how I wanted things to begin.” Her eyes start to flutter as she tries to fight off the drugs running through her veins. “But everything’s going to be all right. You’re home now.” He cradles her in his arms as she slowly drifts away into sleep.

Dr. Owen and you share a look of concern, then look back at the two. 

—---

You sit watching as the machine beside you whirls out printing paper. The wavelengths full-on display while the screens in front of you show what exactly Eleven was seeing. It was like seeing her dream in a way. And from what you could tell, she was not having an amazing time. “Her heart rate’s now 120 BPM.” You hold off the paper and look up at the two men, who are looking out at the tank. You monitor beeping out more distress signals.

Dr. Owens sighs through his nostrils, “She’s rejecting it.” He sounds divided and somewhat disappointed, but you and everyone knew she wouldn’t just get her power magically. “Give her time.” Dr. Brenner confirms. “No, no, no. We shouldn’t have just thrown her in like this. She’s going to drown in there.” Sam rests his hand on his face as he continues to sigh in disapproval. He’s still in denial, even after dragging you all down here, and for that reason, you softly scoff at him. He if really didn’t believe this was going to work or harm Eleven he should have made his point clear. But Dr. Brenner refers to Dr. Owens. “No, she is going to swim.” He smiles down at the tank, clear that he believed in the teen. He buttons up his suit coat he gives a quick smile to both of you as head heads for the door. Sam is now looking at you and down at the machine, whirring down scribbles.

It had been a couple of hours since Dr. Brenner was in the wing. But he was quickly called over by Sam once Eleven’s BPM started rising again. She was having another episode. You two watch intensely at the screens showing what she was experiencing. She stood atop a chair in the rainbow room, once again you’ve only heard rumors of what happened in that room and the facility. So it was strange for you to actually see it on screen, it wasn’t what you’d imagine at all. She peers through the security camera, furious at whoever was playing this somewhat sick game with her mind. “Stop this!” She yells loudly, causing you to take a step back at her anger. From everything you saw and heard, when she was angry it was a death wish for anyone around her. Dr. Brenner side-eyes you as she continues her rage, “Let me out!” She pants with her yelling and pleads. It broke your heart to see her in so much mental torment.

She looks back toward the room and hoped down the chair. She slowly steps into the mirror, at first you couldn’t tell what she was doing but soon see the small child version of herself. Her hand reaches her face to caress her own cheek. But before anything else could happen Dr. Brenner held the speaker phone and pressed into it. His voice booming through the room she was in, Eleven's head whips up to the ceiling at his voice. 

“In 1786, Nicolas Dalayrac wrote an opera called “Nina”. It’s a story about a young woman whose lover was killed in a duel.” He steals another glance at you while speaking, but you are unaware as you watched Eleven’s movement. She slowly circled her surrounding to find where his voice was coming from. But she never found the pinpoint. She softly mutters out, “Papa.” A sad expression painted on her face. “Nina was so traumatized that she buried the memory. It was as if it never happened. Every day, she would return to the train station to await her lover’s return. A return that would never be. If only Nina could know the truth.” He looks back at the monitors. She shook her head in disapproval, “This. This isn’t real.” She stutters out. “No. But it once was.” He starts to explain to her, her eyebrows still furrow and confused. “A memory.” She states more like a question and Dr. Brenner was there to praise her. “Very good.”

She's still confused about what this all meant, “How?” She pushes further with her question. “Never mind how.” He ignores her question and began to speak before she cut him off. “Let me out. I want out!” She busted out with anger, she bites her inner cheek while expressing her wants to leave. It even saddens you to know you could help her at that moment, this was for the greater good. But her cries made it all the more harder. 

“I’m sorry, Eleven. You’ll have to find your own way out. Leave your train station, stop waiting. Focus. Listen. Remember.” He says, referring back to the mention of Nina, Eleven huffs out in frustration and mumbles out something inaudible before shuttering out a heavy breath.”I don’t understand!” She yells back, but by now Dr. Brenner shut off the microphone and placed it on the table in front of him, all the machines and computers beeping and whirling out nonsense. Eleven’s voice echo back to her in the rainbow room, even the other children didn’t react to her obscene action. And once again the tall blonde elder stood in front of her. Going off his normal little script.

You both watch silently at the screens, Dr. Brenne leading more back towards you. In seeing this you face him and he does the same. That sharp yet devilishly handsome smile appears on his face once again. “How do you think she’s doing. In there, I mean.” He ask with a slight nervous tick, why was he even asking for your opinion on the matter? You take one last glance at the computer screen, “I think she’ll adapt to it. But she might need a little more time adjusting to it.” You look back at the monitor, showing that Dr. Brenner is on screen. Even then he still looked good, a small tint of blush floods your cheeks, which is evident by the look exchanged by the both of you, and the slow smirk turning on his lips. 

Before anything else could be said between the two of you Dr. Owens opens the door. Interrupting your conversation, but what confused you was the way Dr. Brenner took a few steps away from you, you hadn’t realized he was that close to you. You missed his warmth beside you. “How’s she doing?” Sam asks cheerfully, he must have drank his afternoon coffee by the way his mood had drastically changed from the previous conversation you had with him. Now he had hope. “ Very well.” Dr. Brenner claims and Sam looks at me for confirmation, “She’s swimming now.” You nod while speaking. 

A relieved sign escapes Sam's mouth, “Good. Cause I just got off the phone with Stinson. We don’t have a lot of time.” This took you by surprise. “I thought you had said it could take months to get her whole powers back, and now we’re supposed to do it in days?”Your question was presented with the fact that he did promise he had time on his side, but now you had to rush this job, it could be dangerous to bring all this trauma back to Eleven so quickly. The two men took your warning but ignored you altogether. “Well then, she’ll just have to swim faster.” Dr. Brenner looks back at you.

—--

For the time being, you had been kept up in the wing, continuously scanning her BPM and monitoring her vitals. It had been a while since Dr. Owen had shown his face, all while Dr. Brenner stood beside you. From where you sat and the height difference between the two of you was dramatic and it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter away at your expense. Every now and then he would strike up a conversation with you, as you were the only one besides himself in the room. It would last a few minutes before fizzling out or hearing Eleven’s monitor beep. In the moments of silence, it was not awkward, but rather very comfortable to be in his presence. And from where you sat his cologne carried through the atmosphere, his signature scent resembling an oak wood and slight cinnamon. It puts you at ease.

But what took you out of your daze was the monitor beeping loudly and fast. With a hit of a button, sending a callout for Dr. Owen. He came rushing past the door. “What is happening?” He ask quickly and worried. You scan at the sheet below you, “She’s going into arrest.” Your eyebrows knit in confusion and slight anger. How could you let this happen to her? But before you could argue with yourself even further, Dr. Owns stook out his hand and point to Dr. Brenner. “Okay, that’s enough. Pull her out.” He loudly spoke to him. All while Dr. Brenner looks down at the tank as the monitor beeping continues. “Pull her out!” He starts to shout at him. Your eyes never leaving the trail of paper shooting out as her virtual are up the roof, signaling that she was going into full arrest. “She’s going to die if you don’t pull her out now.” You mutter just loud enough to get your point across to the two men. At your words laced with anger, Dr. Brenner tosses his coat to the side chair and begins to roll up his sleeve, following shortly behind Dr. Owens out the door.

Now you stand with a fellow coworker, Dr. Owen and Dr. Brenner examine Eleven. She's heavily panting while Dr. Brenner's hand rests on her. “Alright. Get her some air, for christ’s sake.” Dr. Owen rudely speaks down at you over the chaos happening around you. You quickly put the air guard over her face as she wiggles beneath you. “It’s okay.” Dr. Brenner tries to soothe her, “It will take time to adjust. But you’re safe now, hmm?”  He looks at you and your eyes connect, you felt bad for him, he knew he was causing this much distress on his so-called “daughter”. 

While being distracted for a moment, Eleven somehow reached out for the automated external defibrillator aka the paddles and swung at Dr. Brenner. She shrieks while doing so and proceeds to stand up from the table, leaving us all in shock at this display.

Dr. Brenner groans at the pain and his hand reaches up to the obvious cut, blood leaking down from his temple, along with a busted lip. As he's toppled over he rests his hand on the table to lift himself up, You all turn to watch as Eleven runs once again out to the lab. 

All you heard was the muffled screams of Eleven, And the three of you follow quickly behind to try to catch her before she could escape, she really was giving you all a workout. And by the sound of it, she must have been all the way to the elevators already. And before you knew it a blast of light and shattering of the dim lights above broke with her scream. You watch as the guards fly freely into the air and bounce off the way with their weight. She curled up on a ball on the floor, tucked in knees to her chest. She gasps for air and lifts he head to the ceiling.

“Remarkable.” Dr. Brenner says as he walks up to her, his shoes making an echo along the way. Eleven slowly turns back at Dr. Brenner, ignoring everyone else but him. “Stay away.” Her facial expression said it all, she was mad and you worried for Dr. Brenner as he ignored her words and continued to step closer to her. She stands up with some trouble, but once she faces him she reaches out, “I said stay away!” She shouts to him, expecting him to fly back like the guard before but nothing happened. Relieving you with a sigh. Dr. Brenner reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small handkerchief and begins to dab his busted lip. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” He wipes his lip and glances down at the blood. She glares at her hand, almost in a disappointed gaze at her body failing her. “I don’t understand.” She said while poting. “I do.” He tucks away the handkerchief back into his pocket and stands in front of her, sticking out his hand for her to join him. 

That’s when the door to the elevator opens with a ding, she slowly turns back to look at the only door to her escape. The only way to leave this hell hole, but his words struck her. It did look for a second like she would run out and escape but she turned back to face Dr. Brenner and down at his hand. Tears ringing her eyes, "Papa?” She asks innocently. “Daughter.” He responded, a smile forming on his lips as she placed her hand in his. Both of them watch hand n’ hand back down the corridor and back to the main lab. Leaving you to check up on the guards, but you already could tell that most were dead or knocked out unconscious. This was becoming more difficult than originally thought on all ends. 

—--

After a short while of finishing your work up from such an intensive day, you swipe your hand along your face as you make your way down the hall. Which happens to be where Dr. Brenner’s office was, you saw his name on his door every day as you walked to your private living corridors along with the other staff. And every day the door was shut, but now it was cracked open. And as you pass you halt and in the small glimpse you saw was Dr. Brenner hunched down his chair while wiping away the blood from his lip again, he must have opened it from eating dinner which was also beside him on his desk.

Sure it was impulsive to walk towards his office but once your hand touches to door to peek further in, Dr. Brenner’s eyes are on your figure to see who was interrupting him but when he saw it was only you, his face eased. “What brings you here?” He questions with that damn smile that first catches your eye. You subconsciously smile back at him, “It looks like you need help with that.” You lift up your hand to point to the cut, gesturing you’d be kind enough to help him. He looks down and chuckles before glancing back up at you, “Yeah, I might need some help.” He agrees with your assistance and as you take your first steps in his office. What hit you first was the temperature, why was it so cold everywhere?

Walking to him you got a closer look into the office, which was concreted dark but what adored the walls to ceiling were bookshelves, but not filled with books. It was completed with VHS tapes, all had scotch tape lining the side with a handwritten tagline. But to be polite you looked away as you thought you were gawking at this point. Turning your attention back at the man in front of you, he pulls up a chair beside him.

“Where’s your first aid?” You ask and he simply points to his desk, specifical at the bottom drawer, once opening it you hold it up slightly excitedly. You swiftly sit down and turn towards him. Still, with the height difference, he had to place his elbows on his thighs. His eyes pierce yours and you feel your face turn red, but quickly your gaze turns to the first aid and opens it. Looking back up at him with a sanitizing wet cloth. You could just wince at the pain this was going to cause Dr. Brenner. You reach forward his face and take it in your opposite hand, all while the meanwhile your dominant hand slowly makes its way to his lip, and before you proceed to clean him up you warn him, “This might hurt, I’m sorry.” You crack a smile to break the tension you’ve created and he quickly tells you, “Nothing to be sorry for little one.” With his words, you swallow harshly.

You lightly dab the open wound and he hisses with the pain, his chest heaves but he doesn’t move away from you, rather leaning into your touch. You try your best to be gentle, you stare intently at the cut while Dr. Brenner looked directly at you, his eyes never living you. You could feel his eyes boring holes at you, “So why do you think Eleven has no memory of the events you’re showing her.” You try to make conversation to somewhat ease your anxiety with being so up and close with him, that you could practically feel his breath on you. His mouth opens to begin talking and that's the cue for you to stop cleaning that cut and the move on his cheek instead. “Well, our brains have a defense mechanism in place.” He begins, “To protect it from the bad memories, from trauma.” He slightly winces from the alcohol cleaning his cut before continuing. “She buried these memories long ago. She had demons from her past. And if we go too fast, I’m afraid she’ll get lost in the darkness. And if she’s lost, so are we all. I can't lose her.”

He speaks softer as you inch closer to get a closer look at him, unsure if he needed a few stitches or not. You were practically on top of him, stepping out of your chair to get a better look at him to see if he had any more scratches or cuts to clean up for him. Both your hands hold onto his face. You were so close together, his warmth surrounding you like your own personal blanket. By the way, his eyes are half-lidded and lips slightly agape, he must have been feeling the same way you were. 

This wasn’t for personal gain, but something in you told you that this was wrong of you. But just looking down at him was enough for your mind to change. He was rough and intimidating. Yet, there’s a softness all the same. His smile was brought up again. It renders you stupid. Makes you unable to stop. And so, in a move that may be ridiculous, dangerous, and all manner of other things, holding your breath, you brush a soft kiss against the top of his lips.

He’s so fucking warm and smells like the cologne you just got a glimpse of earlier. As quickly you went in for the kiss was how quickly he pulled back. His hands snake their way to yours and pull your hands down, at the same time he stands up. You face him with nerves, this was a mistake, he must have been furious - that was very inappropriate and unprofessional of you.

Without a word, he reaches out to hold your face and gives you a kiss, connecting his lip to yours, you felt your body melt into him. His lips were soft and the kiss was tender. As your positions swapped, you reach up to grab a hold of his button-down, crumbling the collar as it was the only thing you could grab. As if it was the only one keeping you up at the moment. Which rightfully so was. One of his hands trails behind your neck and presses further into the kiss. With deepening the kiss, you press your body closer to him, your chest pushing up against his. Leaving you to softly sigh in bliss. He breaks the kiss with a huff of amusement. “You like that?” Dr. Brenner questions in your ear, his voice is oddly husky. That firm pressure against your chest wavers. Tongue darting nervously across his lips, he looks like he wants to say more but breaks off, his throat bobbing in a tight swallow. “Fuck.” That single word contains nothing but frustration. It drips from him. Rolls off his broad shoulders and you can’t quite bring yourself to tear your gaze away from him. As if reeled in by some invisible force, he kisses you again, this time his tongue swipes across your lips for entrance.

With another small sigh, his tongue enters your mouth, your mind is spinning. His mouth was hot, his body radiating and vibrating against yours. The only thing stopping you was the tiny moans escaping past your lips. His hands wander down your body, taking everything in a count for. He was quick to compliment you, but says, “How come we've never met before today?” He mutters. Though he is very chatty, Dr. Brenner doesn’t stop and you’re glad he doesn’t.

Little moans leave as you answer him, "I don't know, maybe ask Dr. Owens." At the mention of his fellow doctor seems to tick a nerve for him. As he backs you up to his desk, instinctively hoping your ass on the work space. Knocking down files and loose papers without worry coming from his end. "Oh - I will definitely be talking to Sam after this." His words are smooth as butter, even as he speaks somewhat ill of your boss. You couldn't complain or spark another conversation as his lips are back on yours. He's taking what he wants and you're letting him without a second thought. 

Your hands shift down his freshly pressed shirt and guide down his chest towards his belt. Your fingers dance along the buckle, you try and fiddle to remove the older man's belt but being in the position you were in and the slightly dizziness from the lack of air he was providing you from the kisses. This was a new one for you, being all bump' and grind with a higher up but the cliché of it all made you hot. Your body was on fire with his large hands on you, you're barely comprehending what he said next, "After this I'm going to personally assign you with me." And if you weren't moaning and grabbing at every piece of this man in front of you, now you were.

The sad so-called attempt to take off his trousers, Dr. Brenner decided to help you out rather than himself. Once again, he lifts your hands off of him and pulls away. For a quick moment he just looks at you, your swollen pink lips and dazed eyes. You're panting and still lean towards him. Brenner's eyes darken and he licks over his lips. “I want nothing more than to bend you over this desk, and fuck you until everyone in this whole damn building hears you screaming my name.” It was his first time hearing you moan his name, practically drooling at the thought of him doing exactly as he speaks of. 

You push yourself back into him, giving him a clear sign that you wanted him right there and then. No more waiting. Whimpering as he kisses your cheek, "Please." You quietly moan for him. He backs up to look at you, "You're pretty when you beg, little one." The nickname he was providing you was truly doing something to you, beyond from what you've ever experienced when it came to sexual exploration. And from how your eyes light up at the pet name Dr. Brenner knew it did something to you as well. 

At this slight distraction you're in, Dr. Brenner's hands slid under your blouse.  His fingernails lightly scraping your skin, his hands are cold compared to your body's rising temperature, causing small goosebumps. Once his palm reaches your bra, you mewl for him to take it off - no, begged him. With pleading eyes he follows suit and takes off your blouse along with it. It was a quick clip of the bra to drop down to the desk and how cold it was in the office your nipples harden instantly. That familiar smirk shining on his face as he gazes over you, slowly his hands are back on your body from your waist and make their way to your breast. You moan his name again as the pad of his thumb crosses your erect nipples. 

You squirm under his touches and gropes and he seems to be enjoying the view. You paw at his shirt again as it felt unfair for you to be the only one with the shirt on. Which at first ignored it, but the way your hands were running up and down across his chest was the breaking point. He painfully takes his hands off of you and starts to loosen his tie, just that act made you give him your best doe eyes you could conjure up. You squeeze your boobs together to give him a small show all while he unbuttons his shirt, getting distracted all too easily. You watched, enamored, while he didn’t have a six pack, you were pleasantly surprised by a fair amount of definition. But once the job is done he's back to kissing you. 

During your kiss he doesn't let you try a second time to take off his pants, he does it himself one handed while the other holds you close to him. Even if your eyes were closed you could tell by the sound of the belt clicking and the shuffling coming from his end that his pants were off and once you separated to catch a breath, you stood corrected. The prominent impression of his cock pressing against his boxers. 

"Don't worry little one, I'll take care of you." He tells you as he pushes you down on the hard, yet cold desk. Your back firmly pinned down, your cheek flushed compared to the dark oak. Moaning at his strength, he makes you push away any other thoughts but him. He clouded your brain in a thick fog. He has to bend down to pull your pants, which was easy and swift. All that was left of both of you were your underwear, he was about to change that for you first. As he was crotched down and his face so close to your thighs, he places tender kisses atop of them. Slowly but surely going up and closer to your panties. 

You lift yourself with your elbows to watch this encounter and as you look down at Dr. Brenner was already watching your expression and how your body reacted to his touches. 

His hands pull apart from your inner thigh and spread them across his desk. Your cotton white panties left with a small patch right in the center and you knew from the moment he opened your legs in the air hit your clothed pussy. His eyes travel back to you, ready to tease you, but the redness in your cheeks told him you were embarrassed enough and this time let it slide. His eyes don't leave your gaze as he lowers himself the closer to your panties, right over the center, where the patch was, and soft at first planted a kiss. Immediately snapping your thighs around his hand from the sudden affection towards your clothed clit. 

He chuckles at your expense, sending vibrations through your body and leaving you moaning again and rubbing your thighs tighter around his head, this time he separates your legs again. He once again pressed another kiss, but was harder and pressed further to draw a reaction from you. And the reaction he made you play out was your hands gripping his silver hair. Writhing out of instinct. It shocked you, but what shocked you more was that he didn't stop as quickly as before. 

But before you could plead him to continue as he stopped kissing your most sensitive spot, he bites down at the hem of your panties and drags it off of your thighs with his teeth. This act alone made you clench around nothing, this had to be a dream? There was no way this was happening in your reality.

But thankfully it was reality and when he was done taking off your panties, he threw them with the rest of the clothes. You must have been one of god's favorites today with this happening to you. He comes back up to you to give you a chase kiss, you could slightly taste yourself on his lips. But the reason he separates was evident when he pulled down his boxers, as sound as his dick was out and it sprung. His tip bright red, almost angry from all the fooling around you two have been doing together. A prominent vein coming from the shaft to the middle section squeezed, precum dribbles out in small pebbles. From the sight you were given it looked painful as it twitched in the cold atmosphere. Your eyes react up back to his, again with that damn smirk as he previously saw you gawk at him. And there was another reason to gawk, he was impressive for the length and overall the strength he still had for being on the older side. But rather that made you even hotter than before. 

You both connect lips and as he steps even closer to you, you felt his cock press into your inner thigh. Throbbing at the contact with skin and you both knew there was no coming back from what happens next between the both of you. He proceeds to ask, "Are you sure little one?" He asks for permission and how could you deny him by the sound of the soothing voice and how he coos, lifting your chin up so you were forced to look at him. And he didn't search for a nod, he wanted vocal permission. "Yes -  Please, I need you." You would cringe at another time at your whining but at the moment you were desperate for him and his touch. It was pitiful on your end, you should know better than to be having office sex with a man that could easily be your father. But something in you was calling out for him and vice versa. 

And with your consent, he lines himself and pushes himself slowly. He groans at the warmth you wrapped him in and a squeal coming from you. He wasn't the girthest, but it was the length that was making you moan the way you are. Embarrassingly loud at the first few thrusts, but you put your hand between you and him. Signaling that you needed a minute to adjust to him, and he gladly gave you time. 

It took you a few to let it sink in and get past the pain, but he got the idea once you started bucking your hips towards him to get friction. Your hand finds the edge of the desk and holds onto it as if it was for dear life itself. He pulls back once again, knowing that he was going to do the same slam as before, which he does. His hands gripping on your hips, his fingertips digging into your sink, for sure bruises will be left for you to find tomorrow. But it would be a pleasant reminder of this event. His pace is steady as continues. Moaning as he thrust into you. The back of your thighs getting pressed roughly against the desk. 

“That’s it little one, let me hear those pretty noises.” He praises you in your ear. Moving your hair out of the way, he crouches down to leave a trail of small kisses from your shoulder to the back of your neck, causing you to visibly shiver. He chuckles. “Does it feel good?” The lewd sound of skin on the skin only served to heighten the burn of arousal gathering in your stomach. He was hitting your walls at an impossibly deep and low angle. You could feel every inch of him as he struck you over and over, the increase in force conveying the desperation and indescribable nature of his attraction to you. A fire started to burn low in the pit of your stomach, once again it render you idiotic and moaning pornographically. Your hands went to hold the taut muscles of his back when he moved inside of you.

It was becoming particularly difficult to focus on anything other than him. Your hands continue to paw and claw, Your legs pulling him closer to close the gap between the both of you. his hand holds onto your stomach, pushing you closer to him. No room for you to do anything else but take his pounding. That warmth building gradually, almost about to bust, slowly falling apart bit by bit. His pace never stopped, he can tell you were close, how your cunt was squeezing his cock. Your eyes shut tightly closed and you lean further into the desk below you.

That’s when his hand came to your face, somewhat forcing you to open your eyes to look up at him. He din’t speak but rather lowered himself toward you and began to kiss you. Llapping tongues together in a heated yet messy kiss, too distracted from pleasure receiving and giving. It was only meant to connect further with one another. Again, if were anyother occasion you would be embarrassed to see yourself give in so easily and give yourself to a man you just meet mere hours prior, but damn did he have a hold of you. Wrapped around his finger and you weren’t going to complain either, by the way he was fucking you. You look at him, those doe eyed, dazed, fucked out eyes. Those beautiful eyes that he could look at for days. He could almost laugh at how easily you were moaning at each thrust he did. You were needy for him, even if that meant you already had him. You hoped this wouldn’t end before anything started between you and him. You wanted to plead out for him, but you closed your lips feeling your cheeks burn at the thought.

"What? Your pretty little mouth can't say anything?" Your mouth a gape and all you could say or more like make was a broken sob. Is cock so deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix. He was so rough with your body, like a rag doll, yet he also cared if he'd hurt you. Tears slip past your eyes, you shouldn’t cry but you love it. You loved every interaction with him and every passing moment you were having with him right now. With the small amount of time he’s been with you, he already knew how to fuck you well as your legs quivered, your hands gripping upon any part of him. You were pulsating rapidly around him, his cock twitched from each squeeze close to his release.

You could barely make any noise, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your chest heaving with heat rising ever so close to bursting. Bucking your hips to meet his. “You close little one? Huh?” He finally says or mocks, and you cry out in relief and then shut your eyes once again. You start to convulse around his cock and he simply continues fucking away your orgasm. You moan his name over and over again,as if was the only word you knew. As if it was symnapny, he let you goan and whine out, from his end he was enjoy the view. You dig your nails against his skin without realizing and then you feel your orgasm rip through you. This was heaven, this was your heaven. There was no other thing that has made you feel this good. You saw burst of light, little stars as you flutter your eyes open. You couldn’t mutter anything to him, but the way your body started to whirl around him, he knew you were becoming over stimulated, but thankful he was close.

Your still fucked out, but you could feel his cock twitch inside and his thrust becoming slower. His voice groans out, watching as he grunts away. “I love how you moan my name.” His voice is horse and possible even more seductive than before. He shuts his eyes. Cursing while moaning out your name. You though he was about to cum inside of you, until you saw his hand pull out his cock and lazily lifted it up to your stomach. He bucked his hips in his handful. Right then in quick bursts, his cum shoots out. He throws his head back at the sensation. Dr. Brenner gasps for breath.

He takes his time before slowly opening his eyes and from the sight he was bestowed of was going to be the death of him. If it wasn't going to be Eleven, it was going to be you who is going to be the death of him and you were sure of it. From what he saw, your fingers curled up and shifted down to your stomach. Your eyes locked on his as you open your mouth and before he knew it, you picked up his load with your index and middle finger, sliding his cum across your tongue. Shitting your lips between your fingers and began sucking them, both coming out with a pop. He swallowed harshly at your act, still looking up at him with innocent eyes. 

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Both of you finished up with putting your tops on before hearing an urgent knock on Dr. Brenner’s door. Quickly you push up your pants without your panties, previously looking for them, but you reckoned that it wouldn’t matter at the moment. You rather have pants on than nothing. Dr. Brenner swiped down his button down as he peaked open the door, and he couldn’t stop the intruder before they come in without any more warning. And of course it had to be him, Dr. Owens. At first he didn’t see you but once he did he says, “I didn’t know you had guest.” He somewhat chuckles, but he glances at you. Your eyes wide at the sight of him. A couple of minutes ago Dr. Brenner was balls deep in you, and you hoped Dr. Owen’s didn’t suspect anything. Though the blush arise on your cheeks was a telling sign. “Should I come back later?” He questions your nervousness, you were about to answer but Dr. Brenner cut you off, probably for the better.

“No - No, we were just talking about the progress we could do together for Eleven if we were sectioned together. Also like an assistant but with a lot more responsibilities as she is a scientist.” He speaks and as you were looking at him, your eyes glance down to his pants pocket. The smallest amount of your panties peaked out, your flash floods with red. If Dr. Owen just happened to glance down he would notice them as well. “I think she deserves a promotion from all the help she’s done for you, don’t you think Sam?” Dr. Brenner reaches out and gives a small playful slap across Dr. Owen;s shoulder. A smile brightly shown to ease Sam to agree. “Well, um I’ll think about it.” He responds and looks over at you, you smile as well. 

Dr. Owen’s gazes between the both of you, “Yeah I’ll think about it.”

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[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Papa’s Pet

Pairing: Dr Martin Brenner x Fem! Lab Worker! Reader.

Summary: Dr Brenner will absolutely use you teach someone a lesson about the consequences of trying to steal what belongs to him.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Daddy kink (Papa), Not exactly public sex but y'all fuck in front of someone, Jealousy!, Jealous! Brenner, Creampie, Intercourse (P in V), Unprotected sex, Established relationship (?) this is kinda up to you, You belong to Papa, Reader is Papa's Bitch, I am the Reader.

Writing Time: 1 hour.

Word Count: 1,374.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 25.

A/N:

Sorry to all the 001/Henry fans out there. I kinda did him dirty here. I love Henry and I'll write another fic to make it up to him.

I'm so wet for Brenner though. An old hot crazy scientist? I'm already spreading my legs. Take me please, Papa.

I don't know if it's clear in the fic so I'll explain it here. Reader is Brenner's play thing, and Henry is caught trying to fuck the reader (flirting shamelessly with her in front of Brenner), to get a rise out of his Papa. But reader doesn't realise what he's really up to and thinks he's after friendship, which is is happy to give. Brenner knows the truth and punishes Henry for it.

Here are my other Kinktober 2023 works.

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You felt beyond vulgar and used in the worst way possible.

It almost made you sick to your stomach. It was anyone else, you'd snap. Filled with rage and disgust.

But this was for the Doctor. Dr Brenner. And it wasn't much of a secret how much you loved the Doctor, or the lengths you'd go to please him.

Which is why you allowed him to drag you away to his office in the middle of your short scheduled time with the children, where 001 was already waiting, and throw you onto his chair (knees on the seat facing away from him) and rip your skirt up and tights and panties down. Exposing you completely to the men in the room.

"I'm sure you know why I brought both of you here today..." Dr Brenner sighed whilst stroking your wetting entrance slowly.

He continued, "I was pretty shocked and disappointed with both of you as of recently... maybe you didn't realise how obvious you were both being, but I've seen the looks you've been each other... the little conversations you been having during and after work... I've decided I need to give you two a reminder of the rules here."

You were frozen in fear, what was he talking about? Yes, you and Peter had been getting close as of recently but only as friends. You'd never betray your beloved Doctor like that.

You couldn't see, but behind you Peter was also frozen in fear. He didn't quite know where this was going. He had tried to anger his Papa by flirting with his naïve girlfriend right in front of him and did expect Papa to lash out and punish him, but he didn't quite know what kind of punishment this was and the lack of knowledge and control scared him to say the least.

Dr Brenner stared Henry down as he shoved a finger inside of you, making you gasp and grip onto the chair harder. Brenner and 001 could see how wet just a finger could make you, 001 moved uncomfortably on his chair and tried his best to hide his growing erection.

But Brenner had already seen it, and it only made him angrier. To him, Henry had no shame. He shamelessly flirted with his girl right in front of him and how he was shamelessly getting hard right in front of him for his girl.

Brenner knew you had no real part in his, he never once doubted your loyalty to him. But he was a little upset you hadn't seen 001's bad intentions with you and come to him immediately.

But still, this was Henry's punishment, not yours. Your punishment would come later.

Brenner unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers with just his free hand, before adding another finger into you.

He turned away from Henry to look at your bare ass and wet cunt and began stroking himself though his boxers, "I'm doing this to remind you both of your places, since you clearly need reminding. Henry, your place is beneath me and my darling... you should be grateful I've kept a failure like you around for so many years... and my darling," You slowly looked around to face him and your eyes met, "...You're my whore. I keep you around just to use whenever I please. You'll do good to remember that."

It stung and made you wetter. To hear you meant so little to the Doctor broke your heart a little but you already knew it. But also to hear that the Doctor wanted to use you in filthy ways... I mean, a win is a win.

Dr Brenner removed his fingers from you and showed them to Henry. The young man closed his eyes and looked away, moving awkwardly in his seat again because his hard dick was starting to hurt against his trouser.

Brenner chuckled at him and placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking off your juices with an evil smile on his face.

You whined and whimpered, grabbing both men's attention.

You shook your ass at the Doctor, "Please more Sir..."

Henry thought he was gonna be sick. He wanted to run away, but knew running away from his punishment could make things even worse.

But Brenner was quite the opposite. He was always thrilled to hear you beg for him. And since you were handling this all so well, he figured you deserved what you wanted.

He pulled down his boxers and quickly sheathed himself into you. You both let out a groan and began eagerly rolling your hips together.

You bit your lip and ripped the chair beneath you, you needed some way to let out how good this felt.

"Oh Papa... I'm so sorry!" You cried, "I'd never betray you! I love you!"

Brenner gently patted your head and continued fucking you, "I know you wouldn't, dearest. Papa knows you would never... God! You're taking me so well!"

You came first, Brenner not long afterwards. You sighed as you slowly came down from your high, you stayed out just in case your Papa had more in store for you.

Dr Brenner sighed as he carefully spilled all of his seed into you, then tucked himself back into his trousers and turned to look at Henry.

His face was almost covered with his hair as he looked down, but Brenner could feel 001's fury from a mile away. This punishment was a reminder that Brenner owned him, and he hated it. He always hated his Papa, but now he might hate you even more, for not helping him. And for choosing your evil mad Papa over him.

"Henry..." Brenner spoke out of breath, "Before you go back to work, look here."

He pointed to your cunt, filled to the brim with the Doctor's cum.

"I can't stop you from thinking about my Darling, but when you do, remember her filled up with all of me."

Henry didn't even bother to look.

"Now go back to work."

Henry was more than happy to run out of that office. Both to jerk himself off and to get as far away from the both of you as possible.

Brenner turned back to you and carefully pulled up your panties and fixed your clothes. He pulled you off the chair to face him and smiled at you.

"You did so well Dear." He gently stroked your face, "You know Papa really does love you. I love you more than anything else in the World, actually."

You smiled at your Doctor, your heart beating speed up to the point you though you might be having a heart attack. Your Papa did love you.

"I love you so much too Papa."

Brenner smiled again at you and leaned down to kiss you gently.

It was better for you to enjoy the tender moment than to worry about how 001 would react or treat you after his humiliating punishment.

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[honeybadgerwritings]

Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Afab Fem! Reader - 001 x Afab Fem! Reader

Requested: request for smut prompts 8 28 29 33 with Peter Ballard or Jamie, whichever you think is more fitting! i love ur writing <3 hope ur doing well

Summary: An exhausted, overworked reader is forced to stay on shift over night. Can Peter convince her to take a break?

Warnings: Smut, Finger Sucking, Fingering, Oral (Fem Recieving), Impact Play (Pussy Spanking), Extreme Overstimulation, Dumbification, Praise Kink (LMK if I missed anything.)

A/N: I feel like a whore... that’s all

Prompts:

8. “Suck on my fingers baby.”

28. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

29. “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

33. “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.”

⚠️ This fic is 18+ so minors DNI ⚠️

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You aren’t supposed to be here.

You’re supposed to be at home on your couch, eating a microwaved TV dinner and watching sitcom reruns on your old, barely working television, much like you normally do after your shifts are over. But no. You’re stuck at your shitty job overnight.

Because your boss physically will not let you leave.

If you didn’t work for a top secret government facility, you would definitely be concerned about the legalities of this situation. However, because you do, you have to deal with these types of things no questions asked. Hawkins National Laboratory is not a place anyone should cross, or they might end up six feet underground with nobody looking for them.

There had been a fight earlier in the day involving two of the children, which meant quite a bit of paper work needed to be done. Normally it would be split up between the two nurses who were on duty at the time, because otherwise it would take way too long to complete.

But unfortunately for you, your secondary nurse came up with some stupid excuse to leave early, complaining of an upset stomach and nausea. Funnily enough, at lunch she’d been talking about going out with friends tonight and “getting wasted.”

You could see right through her lies, but much to your dismay, Dr. Martin Brenner could not. For someone who claims to be so intelligent, he can be real thick in the head sometimes.

He had sent the other nurse home with a wave of his hand, before turning to you with an annoyed, “You are not to leave this building until that paperwork is complete. Am I understood?”

You opened your mouth to tell him that was unattainable for you, but your office door was shut in your face before you could even make a sound.

That was five hours ago, and everyone else had since gone home, give or take a couple night guards and the overnight orderly. After hours, the level of staff significantly dwindles down to just those who are here for security purposes.

So here you are, typing away on your computer, mindlessly entering file after file into the system. Your eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long, your fingers ache from the never ending typing and writing you’ve been doing, and your brain is absolutely fried.

You had hoped you could get it all done in time to leave and get at least a few hours of sleep, but that was proving to be impossible. You just want take a break from all this thinking and go home. Home to your warm, comfy bed.

You can’t help but close your eyes, longing to be wrapped up in your cozy sheets with nothing else in the world to worry about. Your head resting on the cold side of your pillow as the fireplace crackles next to you. You don’t even realize your fingers have remained pressed down on the keyboard until a hand gently clasps your shoulder.

“I may not be an expert darling, but I don’t think this is quite the information they’re looking for.”

Your eyes shoot open and you jump slightly at the sound of the voice. You glance over your shoulder to see your friend Peter in all his glory, staring down at you in nothing but amusement. You can’t help but stare back, eyes tracing his every - perfectly sculpted - feature. It’s almost unfair to you how beautiful he is; some days you even find yourself feeling jealous. The rest of the time though, you’re swooning.

As cheesy as it may sound, it’s the truth. It might be the way he speaks to with such tenderness, or maybe the way he gently touches you; one of his hands always placed on the small of your back, on your shoulder, or sometimes even in your hair when he feels like playing with it. Your favorite though?

Anytime you’re even a little nervous, he doesn’t hesitate to grasp your hand into his. It makes you flustered every time without fail, though he finds it endearing.

He always makes the same face when he’s amused with you too, a smirk resting on his lips and his eyes lighting up while he teases you about your bright pink cheeks. Much like the same face he’s making at you right now.

Oh, wait.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

His smirk grows, and he huffs out a small laugh. One of his hands moves to brush the hair from your face, while the other reaches over, gently pulling your finger from where it had been pressing down on one of the keys.

Your brows furrow as you turn back towards your computer, seeing the screen filled with nothing but the letter “P.” You can’t help but groan, dropping your head into your crossed arms. Peter chuckles, sitting down on the table next to the computer, watching your utter misery.

“I thought you only work day shift.” You say, muffled.

“I don’t know where you got that idea from. I work plenty of night shifts.” You can’t help but raise your head, staring at him, dumbfounded. “How the fuck do you do it? This is hell.”

He huffs out a sigh, his amusement now being mixed with pity as he studies your features. You look exhausted. Hair that was once neatly tucked away into your bun has now fallen messily, and your eyes have formed dark circles under them, only highlighting how tired you must be.

“I heard what happened. Brenner told me to ‘key an eye on you’ in fact.”

Your face falls into one of disbelief, “You’re kidding.” He shakes his head, and you roll your eyes, repeatedly pressing the backspace button on the keyboard, “This is so stupid. It’s already almost midnight, and I’m only halfway through this stuff. My mind is fried Peter. It hurts to think.”

He watches you for another moment as you type away maniacally, entering the correct information into the system this time.

“You know…” he reaches over, placing one of his hands gently over yours, causing you to look at him, “It doesn’t hurt to take a break once in a while.”

You think about it for a second, and only a second, before shaking your head and continuing to type, “I can’t, I have to get this done. I want to actually get some sleep tonight.”

He frowns, but doesn’t say anything else as he leans back to watch you work.

You continue typing for another few minutes, completely zoning out as you enter in file after file. You expect Peter to leave you to your devices, but he does just the opposite. He stays right where he is, eyes focused on you. Normally you don’t mind comfortable silences, they’re usually pretty peaceful, but this is anything but that.

At some point, it becomes harder to focus on the work before you. You become hyper aware of how his eyes burn through you, and can practically feel them watching your every move, raking up and down your body.

You chew on your lip in an attempt to ignore him and keep working. And if you just so happen to be pressing your thighs together, you can only hope that he doesn’t take notice.

Except he does.

“Something wrong sweetheart?” He asks, a teasing edge in his tone. You try to ignore him but he stands to face you, and you bite your lip even harder.

Finally, you look up at him, your eyes meeting his devilishly blue ones. He’s still got that stupid smirk on that stupidly handsome face with his stupidly perfect hair and-

Goddammit.

“Stop it.”

He raises an eyebrow, playing dumb, “Stop what?” He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You huff and shake your head, eyes rolling as you turn back towards the computer, “You know what.”

He hums, pausing for a moment before he leans down, lips inches from your ear, “Why?” He whispers, and dear god you’re about to collapse in this god forsaken desk chair, “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

Your breath hitches, and your eyes pinch shut. You can’t help but dig your fingernails into your palms in an effort to ground yourself. If only you could get it together, because this really isn’t the best time or place for this to be happening to you. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together again, not even caring if he notices this time.

You try to say his name in an attempt to be firm with him, to warn him to stop.

“Peter…”

You fucking whimper it.

He wastes no time, spinning the desk chair so you’re facing him. He places his hands on both armrests as he leans over you, effectively trapping you in.

“Oh sweetheart…” He cooes at you, head tilting in mock sympathy, and you can feel your resolve slipping away, “Why don’t we take a little break hm?”

You turn your head back towards the computer for a moment, that tiny little part of you fighting so hard to stay focused, “I…I don’t-”

He gently grips your chin, tilting your head back to face him, and god, if you aren’t the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Your pupils are so unbelievably dilated, your cheeks are flushed a deep shade of red, and your bottom lip is plump from your consistent biting.

With the way your hair messily falls into your face and your chest heaves with stuttered breaths, he wants nothing more than to spread you out on a table, and have his way with you until you’re a trembling mess beneath him. He trails his hand up slightly to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your brow bone.

“I bet that brain of yours is so tired isn’t it? All those thoughts running through your head- they’re just too much for you to handle aren’t they?”

Your legs are trembling and your head is spinning. The way he’s speaking is so new to you, but it has you ready to drop to your knees in front of him. He’s not too far off either; you’re so tired and your brain hurts. You need a break. You need-

“You need someone to make them all go away don’t you?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

You inhale sharply, his words going straight to your core. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to pry a response from your muddled thoughts, slightly resembling a fish out of water. You give up eventually, opting to let out a desperate whine instead. You can’t decide what’s more distracting- the ache between your legs or the way his hand cradles your face.

His thumb moves to trace over your bottom lip, while a mocking pout settles on his own, “Poor thing, so tired and dumb that she can’t even form a proper sentence.”

He’s right, he’s so unbelievably right. Which is why you don’t even realize that you’ve wrapped your lips around his thumb and are gently sucking on it. His eyes are filled with pure hunger as he watches you with parted lips of his own.

He gently pulls his thumb out from between your lips, not even giving you a chance to whine before replacing it with both his middle and pointer finger. You continue to look up at him, mindlessly sucking on both digits and letting yourself feel utterly blissful.

“That’s it,” he praises, “suck on my fingers baby.”

You hum in response, closing your eyes as you circle your tongue around them, hollowing out your cheeks. He lets you have your fun for another moment or two, mesmerized by the way you’ve become an absolute mess for him, before slipping his fingers out from your mouth and admiring how the drool slips down your chin.

You whine pathetically as he does so, and he cooes in response, “Shhh, c’mon pretty girl.” He takes your hand, helping you stand from your chair and guiding you over to one of the nursing cots. As he sets you down, he tries to pull away for a moment, but you don’t let him. You grip the front of his crisp white shirt between your fingers and pull him towards you, clashing your lips against his.

He huffs out a laugh against your lips, mumbling, “greedy little thing,” in between kisses. And he’s right, you are greedy, and aching, and desperate to feel him, and only him. You’re entire body is filled to the brim with nothing but desire.

Peter climbs onto the cot, hovering over you as his lips slowly make their way down your jawline, your neck, and your chest. He leaves nothing but endless hickeys in his wake as you come completely undone beneath him. He fumbles with the buttons of your shirt and the clasp of your bra, prying them both off of you, one after the other.

If you had been told five hours ago that you would be here by the end of the night, you would’ve laughed and slammed the door in that person’s face. But yet, here you are, brainless, desperate, and completely at the mercy of Peter, while his lips explore every visible inch of skin on your body.

He practically drools as the sight of your breasts, fondling them in his hands. You can’t help but moan when he attaches his lips to one of your nipples, suckling on it gently while he pinches the other one. He switches back and forth, both for his and your own pleasure. His eyes flick up to your face, watching you writhe in desperation underneath him. His cock is so painfully hard in his pants, but that’s the least of his worries right now, only wanting to hear your pretty little moans as he makes you feel good.

“That’s it darling. Don’t think, just feel. I’ll make it all feel better.”

His lips continue their attack on your skin, making their way down your tummy and to the hem of your skirt. He gently pushes your legs up, and his hands are quick to slide the bottom of the skirt up to your waist, revealing your baby pink panties.

“Oh baby…” He moans at the sight, watching as your hole pulses and flutters underneath the soaked, translucent fabric. His eyes flick up to your face once more, seeing just how fucked out you look, without him even touching you yet, “Look at how messy you are.”

He’s honestly half a second away from devouring your perfect little cunt before your sweet voice fills his ears, pausing his movements entirely.

“P-Peter…” you stutter, nervously. It might be the only word you can physically form right now, but that isn’t stopping you from expressing concern.

You aren’t a virgin, but this type of situation is new to you. Your mind has never been so clouded. It’s not that it doesn’t feel good, because, god does it feel good, you just haven’t experienced such vulnerability before. So you can’t help the way your hands tremble while his face is inches from your exposed pussy.

It takes no more than two seconds for his hand to reach up and grasp yours, squeezing reassuringly, “I got you. I’m right here.” he soothes, and you release a slow breath. He never fails to calm your nerves.

“That’s it,” he smiles, feeling your hand slowly stop trembling in his grasp, “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.” You squeeze his hand in return and he can’t help but place a gentle kiss to your inner thigh,

“If you want me to stop at any point, I will. Just say the word. Do you understand?” You nod dumbly in response, only to yelp as his other hand comes down hard against your cunt, spanking it.

“I need you to use your words for this one darling,” he chides, cupping his hand over your drooling cunt in an effort to soothe the pain, “C’mon, you can do it.”

It takes you longer that you care to admit, and you struggle for a moment or two, desperately trying to form enough words in your head for a valid response. Your chest heaves as another pathetic whimper escapes your lips, prompting another slap to your core.

Your whole body jerks this time, forcing out a desperate cry of, “Y-Yes s-sir!”

And if he wasn’t salivating at the mouth before, he certainly is now. He moans in response, thumb circling your clit over your panties, before sliding them to the side.

“Good fucking girl.”

He leans in and places a sweet kiss to your cunt, as if apologizing for striking it. You shudder at that first contact. It sends a shock through you, hyper sensitive with want. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks very gently. Your head is thrown back immediately as he provides you the relief you’ve been needing.

“O-oh Peter…”

His tongue laps at your clit before flicking it through your folds, and looking up at you through his lashes. He loves how you’re reacting as he borderline makes out with your soaked cunt. Your moans fill the air as you take what he gives you, and Peter can’t be more grateful that the nursing rooms are sound proof, your pretty little noises being for his ears only. He dips his tongue down to your weepy hole, circling it around the entrance to taste you.

“So wet for me,” he mumbles against you. You whimper, hole fluttering at how good he’s making you feel, “You taste like heaven.”

He pulls back to lightly blow on your cunt, his saliva cooling in the air. He chuckles as he watches you twitch, licking another strip over your clit and blowing on it again. You whine and shift underneath him, your hips involuntary bucking. He smirks, shushing you gently, before dipping back in to taste you.

Your back arches off of the bed while he sucks and laps at you, upper body rising and falling violently on the bed. It’s almost like he’s been starved for weeks, and your cunt is the only thing that can satiate his hunger. He savors every taste of you, like he’s never eaten anything more luscious.

You hardly even notice when he pauses to remove your panties entirely, slipping them up your legs and placing them in his back pocket.

His tongue dips inside of you while he circles your nub with his thumb. Your hips buck to meet his face and you can’t help but grind into his tongue, feeling the coil in your lower stomach beginning to tighten. Your desperate little moans and gasps fill the room as his tongue plunges inside you. Your paperwork is long forgotten at this point as your thoughts empty out of your head, being replaced with just…

Peter

A small part of you registers the fact that he’s still holding your hand as he eats you out. He’s bringing you to new heights of pleasure, reducing you to nothing but a sobbing thing beneath him, all while holding your hand to let you know your safe. To let you know he’s taking care of you.

That thought alone has your toes curling, and another pathetic cry leaves your lips.

He can tell you’re getting close, based on the intensity of your moans and the way your muscles begin to pulse. He maneuvers so his mouth is back to suckling on your clit, and one of his fingers is circling your entrance. He eyes you above him, watching your mouth part in utter ecstasy as he slides his middle finger inside of you.

You’re far gone – so far gone.

He hardly gets a chance to relish in how tight your perfect little hole is before you’re pushed over the edge, completely coming undone around him.

Choked out moans and pants fill the air, and you cum so hard around his finger it makes you lurch forward, entire body shaking. "Shh, shh,” he hushes you, "There you go. Good girl.”

He pumps his finger in and out of you, working you through your orgasm. Your body collapses back against the bed as you attempt to catch your breath, but Peter has other plans. He releases his grip on your hand, wasting no time attaching his lips to your clit once again, sucking on it with much more intensity this time.

A surprised whine escapes your lips and your back arches, legs trying to close around his head. You’re too sensitive, but he doesn’t care, arm moving to rest across your hips, holding your thighs apart to keep your legs opened, your cunt bared.

“A-Ah!” You cry out, unable to stop the way your legs are trembling. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, needing something to desperately cling to. His finger continues to pump in and out of you as he devours your poor little cunt. Tears prick at your eyes from how fucking good it feels.

He teases a second finger at the entrance of your leaking hole, before easily plunging it in beside the first one. The stretch feels amazing, and it’s the first thing you’re able to actually vocalize since before he even started eating your cunt.

“God, fuck- feels so good- feels so fucking good Peter…need more.”

He hums around your clit, the vibrations shooting throughout your whole cunt, and your eyes roll back into your head. You can feel him teasing a third finger against your hole and you grind down into it, needing to feel more of him. He obliges, thrusting it into you along with his other two fingers, stretching you out deliciously around them.

Slowly, the sensitivity of it all begins to burn away as your next orgasm approaches once more. It builds up much quicker than before with the way his fingers fuck you open, bringing you right to the edge.

“Oh- oh fuck I-I’m gonna cum…”

You can’t help but look down at him, watching as he licks and sucks on your clit, moaning into you to let you know just how much he’s enjoying it. He eyes look up to meet yours and god he looks so good like this, hair tousled, eyes wild with desire, and his mouth coated in your slick as he suckles on your clit.

The coil within your stomach snaps as you look at him, and you’re pushed over the edge once again. Your grind your pussy down into him as you ride out the high once more, letting him work you through it.

Your slick drips down his hand as your hole clenches around him, and he pulls away from you, placing gentle kisses up and down your trembling inner thighs as you come back down.

You pant, sweat dripping down your forehead as you lay back, feeling completely blissful and floaty. Peter’s definitely done a good job at emptying your head of any and all thoughts that weren’t of him, because you’re so unbelievably fucked out.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” His voice echoes through your head, as he runs his free hand over them, feeling them tremble from even the slightest touch.

He gives you a few more seconds to rest before a dark chuckles escapes him, and he curls his fingers inside of you deliciously. A strangled gasp fills the air and your whole body twitches when he leans back down, licking a strip from just above your hole, up to your clit. You struggle to form words of protest, already feeling twice as sensitive as last time.

“N-no! Can’t Peter- I can’t!” You sob, tears finally breaking free and rolling down your cheeks.

He lays his head to the side, resting it on your inner thigh. He pulls his fingers out for a moment, using one of them to rim your hole as he looks up at you in mock sympathy.

“Ohhh but I think you can. I think this sweet little pussy of yours can give me one more yeah?” He teases, and you shake your head, squirming, “So that’s what you’re going to give me.” He dives back in, mercilessly attacking your overstimulated cunt.

Thrashing would be the best word to define you right now, hands leaving his hair and finding anchors on the sweat-soaked sheets of the cot beneath you. Your head turns into the nearest pillows in an effort to not sound like you’re being murdered, mascara running and wisps of hair flying and soft laughs that go through your entire soul as Peter watches your struggle. As he enables it.

He returns to those sloppy kisses that let him get a taste of you. Your muscles clench and your hips lift off the bed entirely as his tongue works you out. His lips on your clit and his dispersed praises and those rough licks on your cunt like you’re laid out before him like a meal, which honestly isn’t too far off.

You can’t stop shifting, not with the pain that bubbles in your stomach from your third building orgasm. It’s intense. It’s sensitive. It hurts. You tear at the sheets, then back to his hair, blubbering like an absolute child about it. Your third orgasm approaches so quickly that it’s painful. You’re a sobbing, wild, mess beneath Peter, and he’s absolutely relishing in it.

“P-Peter…” you sob weakly, his name once again being the only word you can piece together in your fucked out little brain. It hurts so bad but it feels so good at the same time, and your senses feel like they’re dialed to 11.

“Shhh,” he places a gentle kiss right above your clit, gently stroking your thigh with the thumb of his free hand, offering you a slight reprieve, “C’mon, you can do it.”

All of a sudden his fingers are pumping into you at an impossibly intense rate, and he’s licking and sucking on your cunt like his life depends on it. Your head is thrown back, and your eyes roll into your head as he walks no, —drags—your orgasm from you with determined fists, leaving nothing in his wake.

You’re seeing hallucinations. You have to be. Colors flying across a canvas of pure white, neon dots and black floaters that have you convinced you may have died and come back to life. Your body- your muscles and sinew and bones and soul shake with the fervor of it. Convulse, really.

Peter sighs as he rises, almost like he’s just had the most refreshing glass of water after hours exercise, yet you feel like the exerted one, twitching from aftershocks and tremors. He slips his fingers from your hole, licking them clean as he admires the aftermath of his attack on your poor cunt.

You’re red, swollen, pulsing, and slickened with sweat and cum and spit. It’s a little beautiful, the way your cum is leaking out of your entrance and onto the sheets. He dips down once more, swiping his tongue against your hole for one final taste of you, and your whole body convulses, a desperate sob ripping from your lips.

“Shhh sweetheart,” he shushes, “No more, I promise. You did so good for me.”

You can hardly even hear him, your mind a thousand miles away. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine, and your whole body is tingling. Peter climbs up the cot until he’s laying on his side above you, stroking the sweaty hair from your face. You hum in content as his sweet words and praises begin to flood into your ears, bringing you back to the present.

“There she is,” he places a kiss to your hair line, thumb stroking your jaw, “Feeling okay?” You nod still feeling floaty.

“Feels good…” You hum, and he chuckles.

“I’d hope so. It wasn’t too much for you was it?” You shake your head, easing his concern slightly. You pry your eyes open to meet his, smiling at him.

“No. It was perfect Peter, thank you…” you lean up to kiss him again, and he returns it, hand gently cradling your face. The two of you lay back down in the bed, and you rest your head on his chest. His arms find their way around you as he lets you calm down in his arms, the trembling of your body not having fully stopped yet.

It isn’t until you’re half asleep that you remember the paperwork, shooting up and scaring the hell out of Peter. The idea of doing it all, now that you’re even more exhausted, brings you to tears again. But this time, not so happy ones.

“Hey, hey don’t worry about it.” Peter’s arms wrap around your waist, cradling you from behind, “You don’t have to finish the paperwork sweetheart.”

You hiccup, shaking your head, “But Brenner’s gonna be pissed if I don’t and there’s nobody else to get it done because Miranda wanted to go out and get drunk and-”

“Listen to me,” his lips rest up against the shell of your ear, speaking to you like he would the children when they’re scared or upset. He knows that your hypersensitive and floaty state of mind is only adding on to your levels of stress, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about the paperwork. I’m going to get you all cleaned up okay? And I’ll talk with Brenner in the morning, come up with something.”

You turn to look at him, all doe eyed and puzzled, “How do you know he’ll listen to you?”

Peter smiles in return as if he knows something that you don’t, and wipes the tears away before placing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “He always does…I think I’m his favorite,” you roll your eyes, letting the comment go over your head as you grumble about wishing you were the favorite employee. A smirk takes over his face at your blatant naivety.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it baby, now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” And you oblige, letting him take care of you. He manages find some rags, wetting them and wiping the sweat and tears from your face. He uses another to clean the mess between your legs, gently shushing you when you whine in discomfort. He helps you back into your clothes, aside from your ruined panties, before you both curl up in one of the unused cots for the night.

And the next morning, if any of the other orderlies notice him holding your hand on your way out of your office, well, they don’t say a word.

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[petersprincesss]

Liar - Peter Ballard x Reader

You're sent out to the lab to inspect a leak in the ceiling. What you end up finding is much more interesting.

Howdy! This is my first time writing in Stranger Things, so it's nice to meet ya'll! I'm open to continuing this work if you are interested in it, but I really wanted to get this first section out in the meantime. Thank you for reading!

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

Relationships:

Peter Ballard/Reader

Peter Ballard/You

001/you

001/reader

Characters:

Peter Ballard

Henry Creel

001

Vecna (Stranger Things)

Martin Brenner

Additional Tags:

Dom/sub

Smut

Choking

Edging

almost noncon

dubcon

dom peter ballard

Insurance Adjuster. Such a glamorous title. Unfortunately, it seemed to bring more boredom than excitement, and checking out a leak inside Hawkins Lab sounded like it was going to be par for the course.

A man named Dr. Brenner had requested someone to come out and look at the damage a few days ago. As much as you didn’t want to make the drive to the remote location alone, it was your turn in the barrel.

The outside of the lab was nothing to write home about. Dull, gray concrete shrouded the exterior, the building cradled by dead trees and subdued brown grass. You pulled your car into a spot near the main entrance, noting the covert nature of the structure.

After making your way through the secure entrance, a receptionist led you down the dimly-lit hallways in promises of helping you find Dr. Brenner. You clutched your legal pad close to you, careful not to look too curious or let your eyes wander too far. You had heard this establishment was not friendly toward outsiders, and did its best to keep whatever secrets it was hiding to itself. A part of you was genuinely surprised that they were letting you inside, but it was your job, and you knew all too well that many large companies would take whatever handouts their insurance would give them.

Once you reached a heavy wooden door that bared Brenner’s name and title on its frosted glass window, the receptionist knocked gently. A voice on the other side instructed her to enter, and she opened the door, allowing you to step inside his office.

“Dr. Brenner, I’m-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, already aware of who you were, “thank you for coming out on such short notice.”

Dr. Brenner stood from his noble wooden desk, removing a pair of reading glasses from his broad nose and set them on a stack of paperwork atop his workspace. He stepped around towards you and gave you a rather unassuming handshake.

“Not a problem, sir. Would you mind showing me the area of concern?” You requested, readying your notepad for whatever descriptions he may offer.

“Yes, of course, it’s just down the hall,” he informed, reaching behind you to hold his door open, allowing you and the secretary to exit. Dr. Brenner guided you further down the hall in the opposite direction you came, parting ways with the woman who led you there.

The hallways were grim, the entire building reeked of disinfectants and unidentifiable chemicals. The passages reminded you of a hospital that was somehow less homely than any medical setting you had been in before. The sound of your footsteps in stride with another slid across the smoothly glazed white tiles and echoed in your ears.

“The leak started roughly a week ago, we believe. It’s in a corner that doesn’t have a high volume of traffic, so I’m afraid it may have gone unnoticed for some time. Luckily, we were able to shut off the water a couple of days back, so the damage has not spread further,” Dr. Brenner described as you both came to the end of a corridor. A brown stain had formed in the tiles of the ceiling and the scent of mold crept into your nose. You clicked your pen and began jotting down a description of the damage. It was a rather unexciting blemish, and you shook your head to yourself, knowing that this would be another case of corporate greed.

“Have you seen damage anywhere else? Is there a floor above this?” You asked, still scrawling chicken scratches in your yellow notepad.

“It had to have been a pipe above these tiles. The room above this remains undamaged,” Dr. Brenner explained.

“Understood,” you nodded, clicking your pen and looking up to study the well-dressed gentleman, “I’m going to need someone from maintenance to get a ladder so I can move the tile and take a peek at where the leak originated.”

Dr. Brenner exhaled a bothered sigh, “Of course. Let me call-”

He was cut off by the secretary practically sliding around the corner, “Dr. Brenner!” She breathed, “you have a phone call!”

“Donna, can’t you see I’m a little preoccupied?” The doctor huffed.

“It’s urgent,” she remarked sternly, still attempting to catch her breath.

“God dammit,” Dr. Brenner muttered under his breath, “I’ll send someone from maintenance to help you. Please stay here until they arrive. Oh, and please do report back your findings to me upon your exit.”

The white-haired doctor stepped purposefully after the receptionist, leaving you alone with the blotch on the ceiling. You stared at the corner they disappeared around until the sound of their footsteps receded, hearing only the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you.

“Please do report back your findings to me upon your exit,” you mocked under your breath, attempting to fill the eerie silence, “Whatever you say.”

Time practically stood still in the desaturated aisles. What exactly was behind these white tiles anyway? What could be so important? You checked your wrist watch. Barely two minutes had passed. You could have sworn it had been at least five. Your eyes trailed up and down the smooth walls, the bull-nosed edges on the corners of the walls in stark contrast to the strict lines of the stack-bonded glazed tile. Looking back towards the ceiling and the stain that had now become your only company, you noticed a red light glowing in the corner of the hallway. A little black camera watched you, surely tracking your every move. The red eyeball taunting you, reminding you that although you may feel lonely, you are not alone.

“I don’t have time to wait for this creep to send someone. There has to be a janitor somewhere.”

You confidently strode off, marching down the hallway, rounding a different corner than the one the doctor and receptionist had vanished behind moments ago. All of the doors and hallways blended together. Some doors were double, some only single, but all painted the same drab off-white, none marked as to what was behind them. Doors, white tile, and cameras all becoming more and more of a blur with each corner you turn.

Finally, you come across a door with something to give you a clue.

10

That was all the text on the outside had to offer. Ten.

“Ten of what?”

You tuned the handle out of curiosity, but unsurprisingly, it was locked. Determined to find someone, you continued down the hall.

11

“Not helpful.”

Finally, another set of double doors, although not marked. As you approached, the sound of a child’s laughter danced in your ear. Cautiously, you stepped closer, shifting your weight to the front of your feet inside your modestly-high heeled shoes in hopes of gaining more insight as to what a child could possibly be doing in a place like this. You leaned onto one of the doors, gently enough to make sure you could only listen and not open the door and give yourself away. More giggling emanated from behind the door, the sound of children scurrying about and chattering with each other.

Your curiosity had you in a chokehold now. You had to know what was behind the door, Dr. Brenner be damned.

You pushed benignly on the door, careful only to open it exactly the width of your eye. You took a deep breath as your body hovered closer to the opening, peering inside what felt like another dimension.

Your eyes were met with a site you wouldn’t expect. Children, all wearing hospital gowns bustling about, each playing with a toy or a friend. The walls, although still white and sterile, had tiles running through them, colored in the order of a perfectly neat rainbow. Red blocks in orderly stacks, silver marbles clattering together on a wooden board, and toy cars humming along the clean vinyl floor. Nothing out of its place, yet nothing overly polished either. Your eyes trailed all throughout the room until they were met with another set of eyes, staring directly at you, unwavering in their gaze.

You jerked away from the door in shock. You were certain you were not supposed to be seen, and this would be your only warning. But your mind flashed back to the pair of eyes. A sea of blue amidst the insipid chaos, shaded only by a slew of the softest blonde hair.

You leaned back onto the cool tile next to the door, taking a deep breath. Just as you closed your eyes and exhaled a sigh of relief, the door swung back, and that blonde hair made an appearance again. The man beneath it was taller than you had expected, standing over you by a decent measurement. His body was clothed in a pressed white shirt and clean-cut trousers. A black leather belt cut a noticeable contrast through his waist that you couldn’t help but survey. Elegant lines of white shrouded him in a mystery that you couldn’t help but desire to solve.

“Can I help you?” The voice beneath the blonde locks spoke. His tone was light and delicate, asking you genuinely.

“Oh, I uhm,” you sputtered, your brain a jumbled mess, trying its best to process everything you had just taken in, “My name is Y/N, I’m here with the insurance agency, I was looking for a janitor and I must have gotten lost, I was just looking-”

“It’s okay, I know this place is confusing. Let me get you where you need to be,” he offered kindly, a delicate grin spreading across his lips.

You smiled back, biting the edge of your lip nervously. You couldn’t help but admire his charming features, and you welcomed the company of someone so helpful and alluring.

“My name is Peter, by the way,” he spoke as the two of you stepped down the hallway. He clasped his hands together behind his back, looking over to you.

“Pleased to meet you, Peter. I appreciate your help, I’m afraid I got a bit turned around…” your voice trailed off. You weren’t sure how truthful to be. Your eyes darted up towards yet another camera in the ceiling, staring down at the two of you.

“It’s okay, this place feels very complicated at first,” he reassured you. He was so understanding and mellow. Your heart rate returned to a normal place, sensing you were now protected and guided.

“What, um, what exactly was that room? I didn’t expect to see children here,” you let out a nervous chuckle, hoping he would find humor in the situation as well.

“Well, it’s a bit of a story. I’m assuming you weren’t told much before you came here, right?’

You shook your head, “Nearly nothing. I’m just an insurance adjuster looking at a leak in the ceiling.”

You could sense Peter was ready to lay a truth on you that you may not have been ready to receive, when you heard a determined pair of footsteps advance on the two of you from behind.

“Ah, Y/N, Peter, I see you two have met,” a familiar voice spoke. The pair of you turned around to see Dr. Brenner, now standing at your heels.

“I caught her sticking her nose where it shouldn’t have been,” Peter spoke. Your eyes shot over to his, but he denied you his warm eye contact.

“That was my greatest fear,” Dr. Brenner sighed, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his jaw back towards the ceiling.

“What? No, I-” You began, but you were cut off

“She claims she’s an insurance adjuster, but I’m not sure I buy it,” Peter said, finally turning his gaze back to you, running his eyes up and down your frame as if to gauge your abilities.

Your eyes met his again, but they were not the same cerulean pools of comfort you had seen before. They now presented as icy and dominant.

“What? No, Dr. Brenner, you spoke to my agent, he sent me here, you know that’s the truth,” you began to plead.

“Did she see anything?” Brenner quizzed.

“The Rainbow Room,” Peter responded, his voice now void of any emotion, cocking his head to one side, his face dropping any kindness it previously held.

Dr. Brenner let out an exhausted breath in frustration as he closed his eyes.

“Get rid of her. Make sure she does not return,” he demanded.

Dr. Brenner turned sharply on his heel as Peter grasped ahold of your elbow with such force that you dropped your notepad, your pen clattering on the floor.

“Come with me,” Peter instructed, dragging you away towards what you only hoped was an exit.

“Peter, no- Dr. Brenner! Please!” You cried out, trying to jerk yourself away from his tenacious grip.

The two of you shuffled down the hallway, practically dancing as you attempted to slip his grasp. You noticed his cheekbones flex as he clenched his jaw, determined to keep you at his side. You had a solid feeling that you could out-run him, given the opportunity, it was only a matter of freeing yourself beforehand. You turned your elbow inward, writhing your arm away from him and felt your only chance. You wasted no time breaking into a sprint, your legs striding as fast as your body would allow, your toes jamming into the front of your shoes with each step.

The corridor came to an end with a tight corner, and as you slipped around the side of the wall, you felt a strong palm slap onto your wrist and nails digging into your skin.

“Peter, please! Please, just let me go!”

“Not a chance, sweetheart,” Peter taunted, pulling your arm behind your back, pinning your wrist between your shoulder blades in an uncomfortable predicament. His other hand met your once-freed forearm and latched onto you, taking no chances on your escape.

You thrashed beneath his hold, both of you panting and grunting at the futile attempts to defeat the other. Fed up with your squirming, Peter slammed you into a closed door, flipping your body around so you were now face-to-face with the once loving and trustworthy orderly, his hands locked onto your shoulders, holding you steady. His eyes bore into yours, his pupils darting back and forth between your right and left eyes as if searching for something he had not previously detected.

“What do you want from me?” You asked desperately, willing to offer anything in exchange for your freedom.

“I want you,” he began, his eyes trailing away from yours and down your neck, “to behave.”

You writhed beneath him again and his eyes shot back up to yours.

“Can you do that?”

“Go to hell.”

You spat directly into his eye, hoping it would catch him off guard enough to release you. He clenched his eyes shut tightly, tilting his head to the floor and tightened his grasp on your shoulders, sliding them down to your biceps.

“You’re going to wish you hadn’t done that,” Peter grinned up at you.

His right hand left you momentarily to reach down and open the door you were plastered to. You fell back into the room once hidden by the doorway and attempted to stay on two feet. Your eyes scanned the room, hopelessly searching for anything that may aid you. You were met with only black square tiles lined with silver framing, a one-way mirror on one wall and a desolate silver table across the vacant room. Your eyes flashed up to the camera in the corner, only to find that the red light that had stared you down so dauntingly before was missing.

Peter stood in the doorway, his face tilted downward disapprovingly and his eyes peering upward from beneath his eyebrows.

“Peter,” you breathed, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your feet slid discreetly away from him.

“Yes?”

“I trusted you, I need you to trust me too.”

“Oh, I trust you entirely,” he began, stepping into the room, sliding his slender hand around the door’s handle and closing it behind him, never letting his gaze leave your frame, “I know you’re telling the truth.”

“What? But then, why… why are you doing this?” Your heart was racing inconsistently, never certain what was coming.

“Can’t you see? This was the plan from the beginning.”

Peter’s face changed again, as if he was a shifting creature that defied the laws of Earth. His intimidating stare turned back to a grin, but it was not the same delightful grin he offered when he first exited the Rainbow Room.

“I don’t understand…” your voice trailed off. You fell motionless as he stalked towards you.

“From the moment I saw your lovely little eyes peek into that room, I knew I wanted you. I felt your presence long before you leaned against that door.”

You wanted to question how any of this was feasible, but with everything that had transpired within the last twenty minutes alone, you had learned to stop questioning what constituted reality inside the Hawkins Lab.

A burning within you knew you felt the same. The way those sapphire eyes gleamed when you first locked eye contact with him, the fact that you couldn’t help but glance down at his leather belt and the pleats in his pants, how his flesh felt against yours, how easily he tamed you, all of it, playing on a loop in the back of your head as you watched his body close the gap between yours.

“I know that’s what you want too. I felt that the moment you stepped in here as well,” Peter taunted. With the door closed, the two of you were fully alone, completely forsaken by anyone else.

He was right. You knew he was completely correct. But here? Now?

Your body shifted, feeling the adrenaline switch from a fight or flight response into pure lust. The tension between your shoulders released as you felt your foot delicately take a step towards Peter.

“Please, Peter,” you began to beg as your bodies drew in closer. He reached out a hand towards you, placing his index finger beneath your chin and his thumb on top of it, tilting your jaw up towards him.

“Please, what?”

“Please, I do want this,” you heard yourself gasp.

Your breath hitched, your stomach dropping so rapidly you could hardly register any signals in your brain. Peter brought a gentle hand up to the small of your back, his eyes still perforating yours, edged with grandeur desires of ownership.

“Good.”

You looked down at your feet, standing so timidly between his wide stance. Your eyes instinctively fluttered shut as he brought his face forward, his lips brushing against yours dearly. He kissed you with the possessiveness you didn’t know you craved, his tongue adventurously exploring the gap between your teeth and bottom lip, swiping back and forth as if asking permission to venture further. Your shoulders relaxed, your hands falling faintly at your sides, your knees ready to buckle. You expected your body to fold and bow before him, and you likely would have if it weren’t for his stern hold on your lower back, pulling your torsos together effortlessly.

You inhaled sharply as you pulled away from his kiss, your eyes floating up to meet his. You couldn’t help it any longer, the heat in your abdomen was ready to ignite, you needed him now. Your fingers crawled up to the collar of his polished white uniform, your nails drawing invisible lines, tracing over his chest as you began to undo his top button. Peter grasped your wrists with a jolt, halting you instantly.

“Ladies first,” he instructed.

Peter released your wrists and his hands darted for the buttons of your blouse. He took his time, delicately removing a button from its assigned spot and sliding it out from beneath the fabric. Seconds turned into hours in your mind, your frustration mounting.

“Fucking… waste of time,” Peter growled, digging his hands under your collar and pulling away in opposite directions. An orgasmic sigh lept from within you as the buttons of your blouse popped off individually and trickled down onto the vinyl floor, leaving your heaving chest exposed for the orderly to explore.

Both of Peter’s hands found their way to either side of your head, nesting in your hair behind your ears as he selfishly kissed you again, practically swallowing your tongue. You rested your forearms on his shoulders, crossing your wrists behind his neck as he leaned into you forcefully. His right hand trailed down your neck, his fingernails carving a path from your ear to your collarbone.Your hand found its way to the back of his skull and you gripped a fistfull of that soft blonde hair that had caught your eye previously. Peter’s kiss stopped, his lips trailing rapidly down your cheek to your neck, sliding his hand away to make room for his teeth to graze your hastily rising pulse.

You moaned gently into his ear resting comfortably beside your lips, each breath praising him and thanking his actions. Peter’s hands left your upper body and his fingers began sliding up your thighs beneath your skirt, practically clawing at your skin. His thumb settled gently on your center, sending a slick shiver up your spine that erupted in a wanton moan escaping your lips.

Peter rested one hand atop your shoulder, his other finding its way to your waist. His forehead lifted up and pressed into yours, his eyes just inches away, his breath falling into you with a heat that demanded your attention. He stepped back into you, each of you falling into a familiar dance as he guided you towards the silver metal table on the opposite end of the room. His thumb wavered back and forth, tenderly massaging your cheek as he looked through you. The back of your thighs finally met the cool edge of the table he escorted you to.

“Sit,” he instructed, placing both hands at your waist and lifting you slightly so that your legs dangled off the ledge. Both of his hands relaxed on either side of your neck, his thumbs rubbing along your jawline.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed.

“You won’t,” you promised, knowing you meant it.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked. His voice reverted back to the kind and caring fashion that you recognized when you first met him.

“I’m positive,” you breathed, frightened that you might have to concede to begging him if he didn’t give you what you needed immediately.

“What if,” he began, his voice trailing off as he turned his face away from you for the first time since you had stepped into the room together. He physically bit his tongue as if he was afraid to confess his thoughts.

“What?” You panted, growing more and more impatient, “What if what?”

“What if I want to play rough?”

Your chest heaved, your heated breath bathing his porcelain skin, your stomach dropping further into your abdomen.

“I want you to be rough with me,” you practically ordered.

Peter grinned, exhaling a sigh of relief that you were up to his challenge. He had waited so long to be with someone like you. To please someone as angelic as you. He wanted so desperately to satisfy you, to draw shameless moans from within you and hear them spill out of you, removing your control.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed his hair back out of his face and slipped back into his domineering headspace.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

You obeyed him, leaning back onto your palms allowing your thighs to glide across the frigid tabletop. Peter knelt down onto one knee, leveling his eyes with your center. He watched you intently, his cherubic eyes never leaving yours. He wanted to relish in every movement you made.

His touch glided up your legs once more, his curious fingers hooking around the top of your undergarments. Never breaking eye contact, he slipped them out from beneath your skirt, dragging out the process to a glacial pace that further accelerated your winded breaths. The chilled, conditioned air breezed over your delicate skin, sending a surge of goosebumps down your body. Once your undergarments fell to the floor, he stood back to his full height, rising above you. His arm stretched out and he slipped a hand over the front of your neck, feeling your hurried pulse beneath his touch.

“Someone’s anxious,” he remarked, tilting his head inquisitively.

“I’m ready for you,” you told him. You had a premonition he wanted you to beg him to go further, beg him to ruin you, but you weren’t ready to give in so easily.

“I don’t think you are,” he disagreed, “but I think you can prove me wrong.”

“And how do you want me to do that?” You smiled up at him, longing for him to tame you.

“Beg me.”

Your heart sank, not out of disappointment that your vision had come true, but out of pure lust. You bit your bottom lip, lowering your chin to your chest so you could stare at Peter innocently below your fluttering eyelashes.

“Please, Peter.”

“Please what?” Peter questioned. His grip tightened slightly on your throat, pushing just roughly enough that you felt your heartbeat rise inside your brain.

“Do you want me to make a mess of you?” He asked.

“Yes, please. Please make a mess of me,” you begged.

“Good girl.”

Peter eased his grip on your neck and reached down to unzip his white trousers. You watched his slender hands feverishly, your mind racing with endless possibilities. You instinctively edged yourself closer to the brink of the table, widening your legs so he could take you immediately.

Peter pulled himself from the opening of his zipper, guiding himself towards you. He stopped just as he touched your entrance.

“You sure you want this?”

“Peter, fucking fuck me!”

He wasted no time, pushing into you swiftly. He let out a pornographic groan as you tightened around him, feeling your warmth engulf him entirely. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning. You wanted to hear every delirious note that left his mouth.

He set a rhythm at once, wasting not a precious second inside you. His moans flowed into you and you sent them back, the two of you inhaling and exhaling each other’s desire. His right palm slithered around the back of your neck, pushing your head down so your vision was filled only with him thrusting into you.

“That’s right, watch me fuck you,” he praised. His left hand wrapped around the back of your knee, pulling you up onto him. Fingers still in place, his thumb snaked around your throat, pushing delicately into your trachea just enough to keep your breathing under his control. Both of your hands found his shoulders, the ridges of your nails clawing into his shirt, helplessly looking for something to ground you amidst the intense waves of pleasure cascading inside you.

“God, Peter!” You exclaimed, formal sentences now foreign to you.

“God can’t help you,” Peter snarled.

His clench changed positions to your throat, pushing you supine onto the table, causing you to tighten your grip onto him. He slammed an open palm down onto the metal surface next to your head, drawing his face up next to yours so that the tips of your noses brushed against one another. A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, the next drop forming beneath a now-tangled mess of blonde strands. Your arms fell back openly around you as you ratcheted your head back, allowing him further access to your neck. Your ankles crossed together behind him, nudging his body closer to yours.

Peter buried his face  between your shoulder and head, his lips grazing your ear, presenting you with his animalistic moans up close. The sound alone was enough to send heat waves from your head to your core. Peter bit down on your soft flesh, gnawing tenderly beneath your earlobe. You felt like a teenager again, knowing you would walk away with blue and purple petals blooming within your skin that would demand attention, declaring that Peter Ballard fucking owned you.

“I’m going to c-” You began to say, but just as the last syllables left your tongue, Peter pulled away immediately, rising back up to a stance, removing himself entirely from you.

“Did I fucking tell you that you could cum?” He catechized emotionlessly, raising one eyebrow.

“N- No, I-”

Peter laid down a hard smack on the inside of your thigh, mere inches from your tender core, forcing you to emit an unexpected squeal.

“You don’t do fucking anything unless I tell you to,” he instructed.

“Yes, Peter,” you nodded, knowing you’d commit any acts necessary to have him inside you again.

“Good. Flip over.”

You followed his commands, the tips of your toes barely touching the floor while you supported yourself on your elbows, your flushed cheeks meeting the table’s surface.

His foot kicked the inside of your ankle, spreading your stance farther apart. Peter shoved your skirt up so it rested ambiguously atop your hips, then shifted a hand to the crook of your pelvis, pulling your entrance up to meet him again.

“Give me that,” he commanded, snatching your wrist and twisting it so that it was pinned against your back in a familiar fashion. Each muscle and tendon within you felt stretched to its limit, your body attempting to keep his precarious positioning of you with whatever strength you could still identify.

More gradually than before, Peter sunk back into you, swiftly bottoming out. He accelerated back to his previous pace as if he was anxious that he wasn’t going to have enough time inside you. His grip crawled away from your hip to push his messy blonde mane back once more. Peter’s fingers then tangled into your own hair, wrapping themselves around each lock so he could force your head up and curve your spine backwards.

Each thrust into you only brought you closer towards your climax, you were running out of time to ask for his permission to release, and you knew he could feel it creeping closer.

“What’s the matter, Y/N, are you trying to hold it for me?” Peter chuckled, yanking your hair back harder towards his chest. The sound of him speaking your name between each labored breath alone nearly pushed you over the edge.

“Yes, oh my God, Peter please!”

Peter unleashed a devilish smile and shook his head.

“Poor little Y/N, can’t keep herself from cumming even when she knows she’s not allowed to.”

His cocky arrogance and handsome grin mixed with the pressure building on your cervix was too much, you felt yourself step off the edge and fall aimlessly into a heaven you didn’t know could be found on Earth. Your brain let go, each wave of pleasure detonating within you with a force you were unaware you possessed.

“Fucking hell, you’re going to make me cum,” Peter grunted.

He released his hold on your hair and wrist, focusing his touch on your hips, greedily pulling you back further onto him. His words were a blur to you, hanging in the empty room, waiting for you to return to your body and register them. A warmth engulfed your torso, drifting from your core, up your back to your brain. You felt Peter release inside you, his grasp still anchored to your hips.

The two of you waited there motionless, attempting to fill your lungs with enough air to bring you back to reality. Your eyelids fell heavy, your entire body strung out from the intense shockwave he had given to you. Shaking with satisfaction, you brought your arms in front of you, immediately feeling a soreness emanate from them as you pushed yourself back up to a standing position, your skirt sliding down over the dripping mess Peter had just made of you.

Peter clutched the back of your neck once more and spun you around, crashing his lips into yours. Although still fully in control, that gentle spirit that first attracted you to him broke through, a glowing and peaceful aura returning to his electric touch.

“Thank you,” you gasped, breaking away from him, unsure of what else you could offer up.

“No, thank you, Y/N,” he replied, those polite blue eyes penetrating yours.

“I think I should, um, probably leave. I mean, I don’t want you to get in trouble,” you offered. Reality’s gray tones set back in, and you knew the doctor you had met with at the beginning of this ordeal would likely be looking for both of you at this point.

“What makes you think I’m the one in trouble here?” Peter asked, his eyes glazing over, “I’ve only just started with you.”

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[mommy-salami]

Come on Home

Dr. Martin Brenner x Reader

Summary: A few years into adulthood now, you are being taken from Hawkins Lab where you grew up to be assigned to fieldwork. Rather than leave home with these strangers you don't trust you decide to run away on your own. Luckily, Dr. Martin Brenner is sent to retrieve you.

Words: 3.5k Tags: Smut, First Time, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Oral, Manipulation, Gore

Treating myself for getting to the "half-way point” of my longer brenner x oc fic, enjoy~

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[mommy-salami]

Scientific Method

Martin Brenner x Reader

Request for @bowieisawizard Posted to ao3 due to length and content

Rating: E (Smut) Words: 4.6k CW: Smut, Breeding Kink, Age Difference, corruption kind of Summary: A reciprocated crush on your boss, Dr. Martin Brenner, results in your corruption until you finally initiate a collaboration with him on one of his most unethical experiments yet.

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[mommy-salami]

Even Like This

Martin Brenner x Reader

Request for @bowieisawizard

Rating: E (Smut)

Words: 1.7k

CW: Tentacles, DP, Cumflation

Summary: You’ve been married to Dr. Brenner for a little over a decade; working together at Hawkins Lab where he tests his theories on psychic powers with you and your children. It’s been a resounding success, but some things are better left undisturbed. The Upside Down being one of them.

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[mommy-salami]

Good Morning

Martin Brenner x Reader

Request for anon on Tumblr Posted to Ao3 due to content

Rating: E (Smut) Words: 1.7k CW: Smut, Fluff, Pet Names, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Praise Kink, Morning Sex, Cuddling Summary: You awaken in bed with your lover, Dr. Martin Brenner, and for once he takes interest in seeing where morning cuddles can lead.

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Things Could Be Stranger

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kyJgA7

by WildfireKhaleesi

Stranger Things Superhero AU. Hopper moved to New York from Hawkins to get rid of the emotional baggage rendering him ineffective, but one woman’s workplace incident seems to recount awful memories. Are their pasts more intertwined than originally thought?

Words: 1244, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Stranger Things AU - Fandom, Stranger Things x Superhero Crossover

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Characters: Jim "Chief" Hopper, Hopper, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Mike Wheeler, Eleven (Stranger Things), Karen Wheeler, Lonnie Byers, Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair (Stranger Things), Mrs. Sinclair (Stranger Things), Billy Hargrove, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Callahan (Stranger Things), Calvin Powell, Florence "Flo" (Stranger Things), Claudia Henderson, Erica Sinclair, Martin Brenner, Ted Wheeler, Reader, You, Y/n - Character, Y/n L/n

Relationships: Hopper/Reader - Relationship, Hopper & Reader, Steve Harrington/Reader, Steve Harrington & Reader

Additional Tags: superhero au, Smut, Angst, Violence, abuse tw, stranger things, Stranger Things 2, Hopper - Freeform, Jim Hopper - Freeform, Steve Harrington - Freeform, nancy wheeler - Freeform, mike wheeler - Freeform, eleven - Freeform, karen wheeler - Freeform, lonnie byers - Freeform, Jonathan Byers - Freeform, will byers - Freeform, lucas sinclair - Freeform, mr sinclair, mrs sinclair - Freeform, billy hargrove - Freeform, max mayfield - Freeform, dustin henderson - Freeform, Callahan - Freeform, powell - Freeform, flo, claudia henderson - Freeform, erica sinclair - Freeform, martin brenner - Freeform, ted wheeler - Freeform, reader - Freeform, you - Freeform, Reader Insert, Stranger Things AU, stranger things fan fic, eventual hopper/reader, y/n, Y/N L/N - Freeform, Villains, Antiheroes, Superheroes

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