Y'know, the more i think about hellcheer, like, as a ship, the more i veer away from anything that has Eddie putting Chrissy on any kind of pedestal (even in a joking, petname sort of way where he calls her princess or angel or anything like that)
Like. Eddie could very easily have pulled out the kid gloves when interacting with Chrissy, she's physically small and emotionally fragile, it's not hard to let that kind of shit cloud the way you see someone. Genuinely, everyone in Chrissy's life seems to hold her to this weird Good Girl standard. See: Jason's outright refusal to believe she would've stooped so low as to associate with Eddie and willingly do drugs. See: the way her mother talks about her during her eulogy, not like she was a person but like she was some light-bringing saint.
But Eddie just kind of. Treats her like a person. And that seems to be what she likes about him.
Plus, he's doing it on purpose, as far as i can tell.
He saw something was off, in the beginning, she was acting weird, and he tried to validate her feeling like the whole situation is strange by dropping his "queen of Hawkins High" line, but then when this was her reaction to that:
He immediately shifted gears. He got a lot more theatrical about the whole thingâsomething he seems to only do around his friendsâand started trying to connect with her by bringing up the fact they knew each other in middle school. Like he was trying to reassure her that he didn't just see her as the person she became in high school, the Important Cheerleader Girl, because clearly whatever reputation she's cultivated isn't all that comfortable for her.
Like a good 40 seconds after he fails to get a response to the Queen Chrissy comment he calls her a freak instead and
My girl is here for it, okay. She's into it. They're making googly eyes at each other and suddenly he's inviting her to see his band and showing her the tattoo on his chest even though he has SEVERAL on his arms he could've just pointed to instead, like. Okay, slut.
My POINT is, this isn't some cliche Good Girl Is Taken In By Local Bad Boy love story where she's not really a person and he treats her like an object because she's so pristine. Chrissy's been living this life that has her holding herself to impossible standards, where the stress of it has her seeing a counsellor and throwing up in the bathroom and keeping horrifying hallucinations to herself because she can't tell anyone in her life that she's struggling. And then Eddie comes along and goes "Yeah, I mean, life is kinda fucked isn't it," like that's just normal, because it is, and she can't help but want to know what it's like to be that comfortable.
And while she's being drawn in by the idea that maybe it's okay to be a little fucked up, he's realizing that she really isn't that Good Girl Cheerleader archetype, she's a person with struggles and quirks and he'd really like to maybe get to know more about that because she isn't judging him by his reputation either and she remembers what his band is called and he's just a little bit extremely infatuated but it like, in the normal adorable "I made her laugh I can die happy now" sort of way not the weird "She's literally a perfect angel" kind of shit that seems to pop up a lot when girls are blonde and nice.
Idk I'd just like to see more Eddie giving Chrissy increasingly nonsensical petnames to make her laugh. Them getting high together and Chrissy finding out she kinda hates it but she just kind of giggles her way through a rambling explanation of how weird it is before passing out. Or her practising cheer routines while Eddie hangs out because she just likes having him around, despite the fact that him (obnoxiously, loudly) cheering on her cheering is super distracting. Etc. Just. Y'know. Them being weird and messy and silly with each other. Fuckin' around being dumb, because they feel safe with each other.
Songs I Think Stranger Things Characters Would Listen To (The Party + Erica: Edition)
Note: For these lists, I tried to include songs that we haven't really seen in canon for the characters. We know that Max likes "Running Up That Hill", we know Mike likes "Small Town Boy", and we know Will likes "Boys Don't Cry". I love those songs and they are included in these playlists but I'm more interested in using music as a way to expand on and flesh out these characters.
I have also linked to Spotify playlists for each character. If you agree or disagree with any of my picks, please let me know!
Will Byers
Will has inherited a lot of his music taste from Jonathan but it's evolved in a way that's distinctly his own. Unlike his brother, Will's music tends to be more pop-focused. He likes new wave, post-punk, and moody songs that he can listen to while he paints. I think Will really pays attention to the lyrics of the music he listens to and it serves as a kind of therapy for him.
In Between Days by The Cure
Elegia by New Order
Mad World by Tears For Fears
Lost in the Supermarket by The Clash
It's A Sin by Pet Shop Boys
Major Tom (Coming Home) by Peter Schilling
Without You by David Bowie
This Charming Man by The Smiths
Mike Wheeler
Mike is always trying to appear slightly cooler than he is. He likes classic rock in a very Eric Forman way (if that makes any sense). By the time he joins Hellfire Club, he's trying to emulate Eddie's style and music taste because he just thinks Eddie's that cool. At his core, Mike enjoys sappy songs about love, life, and heartbreak because he's a dork who likes to jam out in his room.
Never Surrender by Corey Hart
Dream On by Aerosmith
Suburbia by Pet Shop Boys
Punishment For Love by Bronski Beat
Hold Me Now by Thompson Twins
Hells Bells by AC/DC
Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams
Eighteen by Alice Cooper
El "Jane" Hopper
El is just finding her own music taste. Sheâs only been shown music by her friends or Hopper so she picks and chooses what she likes. Mostly thatâs a lot of pop music and ballads. She also watches a lot of MTV so her taste tends to skew pretty mainstream. When Max teaches her how to put together mixtapes herâs tend to be pretty upbeat or dramatic depending on her mood. While sheâs contemplating her relationship with Mike she listens to a lot of gaudy break-up ballads.Â
Hey Mickey by Toni Basil
She Bop by Cyndi Lauper
The Promise by When In Rome
Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler
Talk Talk by Talk Talk
Could've Been by Tiffany
Destination Unkown by Missing Persons
Two of Hearts by Stacey Q
Max Mayfield
Maxâs music taste is kind of hard to pinpoint. Itâs really a grab bag of pop, rock, experimental, and softer punk. The only way I can describe it is like âspunkyâ. There are also moments when the music she listens to becomes more introspective and brooding. In âRunaway Maxâ she mentions liking The Go-Goâs and The Beach Boys.Â
Dreaming by BlondieÂ
We Got The Beat by The Go-GoâsÂ
Kids In America by Kim WildeÂ
The Girl U Want by DEVO
Bette Davis Eyes by Kim CarnesÂ
Hounds of Love by Kate BushÂ
California Dreamin by The Beach BoysÂ
White Wedding - Pt.1 by Billy IdolÂ
Dustin Henderson
Dustin is the nerdiest of nerdiest teenage boys (we wore a "Weird Al" t-shirt on his first day of high school I mean come on). He thinks that "Weird Al" is a genius for his use of parody and critique of pop culture (which, he's not wrong). He's always liked metal but it's only become more prominent for him since hanging out with Eddie so much. Being in Hellfire though has caused him to be more stealthy about his love for novelty records and one-hit wonders. He makes mixtapes full of love songs and saves up his money to send them to Suzie in Utah.
She Blinded Me With Science by Thomas DolbyÂ
Bohemian Rhapsody by QueenÂ
The Safety Dance by Men Without HatsÂ
Weird Science by Oingo BoingoÂ
Iâm Gonna Be by The ProclaimersÂ
As The World Falls Down by David BowieÂ
Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick AstleyÂ
I Lost On Jeopardy by âWeird Alâ Yankovic
Lucas Sinclair
Lucasâ music taste is pretty diverse. He likes rock music but not as hard as Mike and Dustinâs taste. I imagine heâs picked up a lot of soul and r&b music from his parents, specifically his mom. In âLucas On The Lineâ Lucas is introduced to Run-D.M.C. and really takes a shine to it so I imagine heâd be listening to some rap and hip hop. My qualifications for my picks were âwould Lucas sing this infront of his bedroom mirror while using a hairbrush as a microphone?â.Â
Another One Bites the Dust by QueenÂ
Walk This Way by Run-D.M.C.Â
Dirty Diana by Micheal Jackson
Juke Box Hero by ForeignerÂ
Easy Lover by Philip Bailey & Phil CollinsÂ
Everything She Wants by Wham!
Youâll Never Find Another Love Like Mine by Lou RawlsÂ
Never Too Much by Luther Vandross
Erica Sinclair
Erica is eleven so she tends to gravitate towards music that's popular or that she hears on the radio. Pop and R&B make up most of her cassette collection. The music she likes tends to be very upbeat and kick-ass (these songs are all bangers so she has amazing taste). Like Lucas, she also does dorky lipsyncing in her bedroom but unlike him, she's never been caught.
Head to Toe by Lisa Lisa & Cult JamÂ
I Feel For You by Chaka KhanÂ
What Have You Done For Me Lately by Janet JacksonÂ
summary â steve harrington and eddie munson with an autistic s/o
cw/tw â mentions of overstimulation, comfort food mention. lmk if there are any more :)
note(s) â decided to make this cause I feel like eddie and steve would be the best at understanding their autistic s/o, dunno why tho XD. pls note that I am autistic so this may not include certain things that others with autism deal with.
EDDIE MUNSON
when you decide to tell him about it, heâs rlly accepting and understanding, if you want him to he can also tell the rest of the hellfire club just in case
I feel like eddie is knowledgable on neurodivergent people, idk why, he just is. maybe itâs because heâs neurodivergent himself (câmon, u canât tell me he doesnât have something-)
if youâre ever in a crowded area (wether it be in school or outside) and he notices you getting overstimulated heâll gently manoeuvre you to a more secluded area
defo has a pair of earphones for you to wear whenever itâs too loud
if you donât like a certain taste of food then heâll make sure to take notice of that
if youâre more on the non verbal side then thatâs totally fine too! I feel like he would have a certain way of communicating with you (like writing on a piece of paper or sum)
if you have certain comfort foods he will try his best to get a hold of them whenever he can, he wonât cook it cause heâs a bad cook
if youâre clingy then heâs defo into that, he himself is quite clingy so obviously heâs very happy about it
whenever you stim I feel like heâd join you, not in a mean way, but in like a fun way(?)
I also feel like if youâre stimning in hellfire, sometimes dustin will also join in (I mean heâs dustin so-) and whenever that happens eddie just gets so happy seeing his partner and child friend getting along
if you have something that you hyperfixate on, he loves to hear about it! like you can just ramble away and heâll be looking at you with hearts in his eyes <3
STEVE HARRINGTON
when you tell him about it, you have to explain it in a bit more detail cause I feel like heâs not very knowledgeable on stuff like this (he tries his best tho<3)
mother mode activates whenever he notices you stressed or overwhelmed/overstimulated, he will quickly try his best to de escalate the situation
if you have certain comfort foods he will buy them/make them for you whenever possible <3
heâs super understanding, like if you donât want to go to parties cause itâs too much and overstimulating, then heâll just settle with a simple movie night :)
if you ever start stimming, he gets kinda nervous thinking itâs a bad thing at first, but when you explain that it can be a good thing sometimes he calms down a bit
if youâre clingy then heâs in love, like, you want to snuggle and kiss his face? heâll melt into a puddle
heâs quite into pda himself so it works. if you ever wanna hug him to calm down he will never say no
he loves whenever you start rambling about your hyperfixations, heâll just sit there and nod his head with a huge dorky grin on his faceđ„ș
if youâre non verbal or you go non verbal then heâll try his best to communicate with you, wether it be through charades or a piece of paper
I know a lot of us like to headcanon Steve as a horror movie wuss and as much as I enjoy it just hear me outâ horror doesnât faze him in the slightest.
It annoys the party to no end, to the point they just make it a bet to see who can get a reaction out of Steve, movie nights are just horror nights at this point.
One day Eddie shows up with a Japanese horror movie which he proclaims is going to make Steve shit his pants for real. Steve, completely aware of the direction this is going to take the night, says no at first but caves at Eddieâs goading.
Imagine the absolute affront of the party when Steve is just munching on his popcorn with nothing but a tiny scrunch to his eyebrows while the rest of them are screaming and hiding being the throw pillows at every jump scare. Eddie is shaking, sandwiched between Dustin and Mike clutching onto him for their dear lives and Robin actively trying to dig herself into the sofa to escape the creature in the tv and Steveâ Steve is fucking nodding off to the slow, unsettling background scores and screams that absolute fucking psychopath.
In the end all they manage to do is scare themselves shitless to drive themselves home in the darkâ it ends with a mass sleepover in Steveâs living room.
Horror gets banned from movie night for the foreseeable future after he gets woken up four times that night to walk someone to the bathroom.
I'll give the warning that some of this look more like blurbs than headcannons, i got carried onđ, also english it's not my first language...I apologise if there's grammar errors
I'll start saying that I hate the headcannon where he's a rough partner or he doesn't know his limits when it comes to touch. This man was severely traumatised for years of tortures in that lab, I think the last thing he'd like to do is inflicting the same treatment in a romantic partner. So he'll try his best to be gentle...most of the time *wink*wink* (but that would be consensual and if you both feel like it)
His main love language is words of affirmation, the second it's acts of service
He's incredibly touch starved but it would take a while for him to get used to your touch, at first it would be brief touches like caressing your hand or your face, you'll know that he's getting more into it when he starts to initiate hugs
Gift giving it's very restricted in the lab, so I don't think that would be a big thing between you both
Long before you started dating he was a very quiet person (we saw that he doesn't get along with his co-workers) so you probably be newest worker in the lab. When you starting talking to him he'll respond out of politeness and with a very monotone voice, but when you slowly start to grew on him he started to crack jokes and also rant about the job. It was clear to you both that there was an attraction due to constantly staring at each other's features and because you enjoy each other's company more than anyone's in the lab.
I think your first kiss will be after he told you about his powers and you reassure him that you weren't scared, taking his hand and giving a kiss on his palm. He put the hand you kissed on your face and with the other one he pull you closed by the waist, flicking his eyes from your eyes to your lips, only after you give him a quick nod he pressed his lips on yours, giving you the most breathtaking, passionate, mind blowing kiss of your life
That's when thing started to get more heated between you both. Stolen kisses, going to each other's room to spend time together would end up in a make out session, (also if you were a nurse he'll sneak in the room).
Coming back to headcannons...
If you're usually an optimistic person you guys would probably have a sun x moon trope
He'll tell you about his point of views in different subjects, only that he would sugar-coated a little and only be more honest about it after you tell him your own opinions
He's not a jealous person, but he still doesn't like when other co-workers try to get closed to you (this is not out of jealousy but because he knows that they're not good people)
He's really protective of you
When he's mad he tends to get quiet and get into his own mind, only after you ask him whats wrong he will give you a brief explanation that progressively gets into a big rant, after that he likes when you calm him down with your voice and also playing with his hair
He's really tall, so when you're doing something he would get closed to you and rest his head in your shoulder
His gaze softens when he sees you so you never considered him intimidating until one day you catch him looking at someone that he doesn't like and he was giving them the biggest death stare, in that moment you considered yourself lucky
Arguments are no very often, mostly because you probably only have each other, you're bestfriends and partners
Quiet time is something you both like, being there just enjoying each other's company while you do your own thing and sometimes cuddling
NSFW
Probably a virgin before he met you
So you guys experimented different things
He has a lot of stamina
He can be a soft or Rough dom, depends on the mood
But he also really enjoys when you use him for your own pleasure or do with him whatever you please
Voyeurism
He whimpers and groans but he tried to contain his whimpers until you encourage him to let out every noise because it turned you on
Big on aftercare (remember the acts of service part)
You guys also fuck as a way to liberate stress
It would be very clear when he's in the mood, getting overly flirty and touchy
steve n a passenger princess gf is so <3 just him whoâd get u coffee on the way home because he knows youâve been wanting it and steve whoâs out his hand on your thigh
okay, listen âŠâŠâŠ
you definitely end up accidentally demoting robin to the backseat, and even though she teases you for it sheâs more than happy to see you and steve being disgustingly cute (if only so she has more material to tease you both)
but steve? your stevie? he takes your âpretty passenger princessâ role very seriously. the mirror on your side is always clean, he adds a mirror sticker that says pretty passenger princess, he keeps one of your lipglosses in the glove box, one of your scrunchies on the middle console, a soft blanket in the backseat in case his baby gets cold, water bottles so his girl is always hydrated. he drives you everywhere, insists on it. stevie also definitely loves impromptu night drives, always needs his passenger princess with him. he loves that you accompany him everywhere even if you donât need to, just so you two spend more time together and your stevie can keep his hand on your soft plush thighs, or hold your hand so he can press kisses to your fingers randomly. you two are just very lovesick, forever in a honeymoon phase.
Hi i read your Eddie fic and was wondering if you could do a sub!001 x dom reader?
If you are comfortable with it
Bite Me
Summary: You grow concerned when Peter doesnât show up to meet you as he usually does. You're surprised to see the reason why. You're even more surprised to see his reaction.
Pairing: Peter Ballard x fem!reader
Warnings: sub!masochist!Peter, dom!reader, kinda fluff that turns into smut, injury
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: This is set after the scene where Peter gets electrocuted by Brenner for helping El. Iâm gonna assume you know the scene Iâm talking about. Itâs also inspired by this gif.
Working in Hawkins Lab was not the path youâd anticipated your life would take. But when you stumbled across a sinister building in the middle of the woods one day and saw some things you really shouldnât have you were whisked away from your life. You were taken away from your family, your friends, everything you knew. Your life was gone. All you were now was a hospital guard, stationed deep in the bellows of Hawkins Lab.
At first you struggled. You were sure they would kill you for stumbling across their illegal experiments. But when they instead invited you to work for them, you didnât decline. Youâd rather live than die.
After a few years youâd settled into the way of things. Leaving your old life behind and embracing your new job; helping these kids that were so inhumanly experimented on. And while you loved to spend time with all the kids while they played in the rainbow room, you loved when they went to sleep even more.
At night, when they were each tucked in their rooms, you and the rest of the guards got to relax. The people who worked with you were nothing like you expected. Many of them were just like you. And while you were friends with many of your co-workers there was one youâd grown the most fond of. Peter Ballard.
Peter had been the only reason youâd made it through the first few months of imprisonment and he quickly became your best friend. Now, after years of close proximity, that friendship was something more. You had to keep your relationship a secret. You had no idea how the doctors would react, but youâd rather be cautious than find out. Besides, you both found sneaking around exhilarating. It was all a part of the fun. The thrill of being caught only heightened your need for each other.
It was the end of another long day of work and you were excited to see Peter. Heâd been away all day watching the training while youâd been cleaning the kidsâ rooms. You walked into the small, white room they called âthe leisure roomâ, although to you it was more like a romanticised prison cell. Other guards sat playing chess, reading or talking. You said hello to a few of them before going to sit on the sleek leather couch in the corner to wait for Peter.
You grew worried when he didnât arrive. Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. And then an hour had passed and he still hadnât shown up. The alarm sounded that signalled all the guards to go to their rooms for the night. But you didnât head in the direction of your bedroom. You went the other way, down the hall to Peterâs room.
âPeter?â you said, knocking the door lightly. âPeter, itâs Y/N.â
You waited for a second until you heard movement coming from the other side of the door. After a while the door slowly creaked open, just a crack. Peter stood hunched over. His eyes were red and riddled with pain. He was shirtless but was holding a sheet over his chest like he was hiding something.
âHey,â he said breathily.
âYou okay?â you asked, concerned by his dishevelled appearance.
âYeah, I, uh, just feel a bit sick. I think Iâm coming down with something.â
You knew he was lying.
âCan I come in?â
âYou know weâre not allowed in each otherâs rooms.â Peter raised a brow.
âAnd when has that ever stopped us before?â you laughed, pushing past him into the small, white room.
When you entered you were confused at the sight. His room was usually pristine but the scene before you was an unmade bed covered in⊠what were they? Tubes and bottles? You walked over to the bed to get a closer look, picking up a bottle to read the label. It soon became clear to you that these were all some form of medical cream or ointment.
âWhat are these for?â you asked as you turned back to face him.
âNothing, I was just, uh, organising,â he stuttered.
âOrganising?â your voice carried a sarcastic tone. âYou think I buy that?â
Peter shrugged.
âAnd whatâs with the sheet?â you continued to question. âIâve seen a lot more of you than your chest. I donât think you need to hide that from me.â You playfully laid your hand on the sheet, right above his chest. Peter flinched, a pained expression appearing on his face. Suddenly, you were filled with concern.
âPeter, whatâs wrong?â Your voice was harsh as you grew frustrated, knowing he was keeping something from you.
Peter sighed. He knew he couldnât hide anything from you, especially, something like this. He sheepishly dropped the sheet he was using to cover his chest, revealing an image that made your jaw drop.
His upper body was covered in large red and black burns, some of them oozing a pale pink liquid. It was then that you knew what had happened. Youâd seen those marks before. Youâd treated them when you were stationed in the infirmary. Those vicious burns were caused by the electric current which came from tasers. Tasers youâd only ever seen Dr Brenner use to punish his kids. You had no idea heâd be willing to use them on his staff too.
âOh my God, Peter,â you immediately tried to comfort him by placing a hand on his shoulder. âWhy?â
Peter walked slowly towards his bed, moved a few of the bottles and sat on the edge.
âI donât know,â he mumbled. âAll I did was try to help that kid, Eleven. You know sheâs being bullied right? I was just trying to help.â
You sat down beside Peter and examined the array of ointments sprawled messily across the bed.
âItâs this one you need,â you said, picking up a small blue tube. Having dealt with this kind of burn so many times you were an expert at healing it. Peter tried to take the tube from you but you pulled it away.
âLet me,â you said, twisting the cap off the ointment. You were about to apply it but you hesitated, remembering the screams that erupted from the children when youâd treated them.
âThis is gonna hurt.â Your voice was sympathetic as you anticipated the pain Peter was about to endure. âMaybe you should bite down on something.â
Peterâs breathing quickened but he nodded. He carefully unbuckled his belt, pulled it off and bit down on the hard, black leather.
You took a deep breath before you allowed your fingers to meet his burns. Peter writhed as the cold cream smothered his skin, blinding him with pain. You had no idea what kind of special adaptions Brenner and his team of mad scientists had made to the tasers they used; all you knew was the burns they caused were no ordinary burns.
Peter seethed, biting hard on the belt in his mouth as he tried to block out the agonising feeling on his chest. His eyes were sealed shut and you saw a tear escape and trickle down his cheek.
âSorry,â you whispered. âThis is the only thing that will make it better.â
You tried your best to comfort him by placing your free hand in his hair. You ran your fingers through the blond strands, while your other hand gently rubbed the cream into his wounds.
âGood boy, thatâs it,â you said, satisfied that youâd applied enough ointment. âIâm just going to get a bandage.â
You headed towards his bathroom and opened cupboards until you found a long, white roll of bandages. When you returned to the room Peter seemed to be in less pain. You let out a sigh of relief.
âThat hurt like a bitch.â Peterâs voice was still slightly shaky but he chuckled nonetheless.
âSorry,â you apologised, sitting next to him once more. âThat was the only way to make it heal. Now lie down so I can put these on you properly.â
You pushed Peter down onto the bed and stood above him. You unravelled a length of the bandage and placed it on his injured chest. Peter inhaled sharply at the contact; the skin was still sensitive after all.
You talked idly while attaching the bandage in an effort to distract Peter. When you were almost finished, and midway through telling him about a conversation you had with Ten, Peter began to giggle childishly.
Your brows furrowed in confusion at his sudden change of mood.
âI donât think Ten telling me about his training is that funny,â you questioned.
Peter managed to collect himself before saying.
âUh, sorry, this is so stupid,â he laughed.
âI really donât get whatâs so funny.â
Still laughing Peter nodded his head downwards. You followed his gaze until you saw what was the reason for his laughter. Peterâs tight white pants were now even tighter as he sported a large bulge.
âAre you serious?â you locked eyes with him again. âYouâre seriously laughing like a fucking school girl because you have a hard on?â
âNo, Iâm laughing because itâs taken you so long to notice I have a hard on.â
âWh-. How long have you had it?â you asked. You were finally done applying the bandage so you sat on the bed next to him.
âSince you started putting that cream on me,â Peter admitted.
âHuh? How? I was hurting you.â
âYeah, you were.â A huge grin spread across Peterâs face as you processed what heâs just said. Your eyes widened and you tried your best to hide your own smirk. You had no idea Peter was into that kind of thing, despite the long-time youâd been together. And, if you were honest with yourself, you werenât complaining.
âOkay, wait, let me get this straight,â you said, almost not believing what you were hearing. âYou got a hard on because you were in pain?â
âUh huh,â Peter said smugly.
âAnd how come youâve never told me about this?â you asked, your voice low.
âIt never came up,â he shrugged.
âOh really,â you began climbing on top of the bulge in Peterâs pants. âNot even any of the times I was fucking you?â
You slowly started to grind on Peterâs covered cock, pulling a breathy moan from his throat. Rolling your hips back and forth you lightly ran your hand over his bandaged wounds. Peter breathed sharply but maintained eye contact.
Soon, Peter was shaking beneath you, begging for you to release his dick which was twitching from the friction of your pants rubbing against his.
âPlease, please,â he mumbled. You chuckled.
âOh no. Now that I know your little secret you arenât getting anything that easily.â You quickened the pace of your rolling hips, causing Peter to throw his head back. He didnât bother telling you how close he was. He knew there was no way youâd let him finish already.
Peter was practically tortured by your continuous grinding. Every so often you placed your hand lightly on his chest to steady yourself, sending a wave of pain through his body. However, that only made him more desperate for your skin on his.
Youâd been grinding on Peter for God knows how long but as you felt yourself getting wet you decided to up the stakes.
You slid yourself down so you were on Peterâs legs and rubbed your hand on his bulging pants. You took your time undoing the button of his pants so Peter was writhing beneath you by the time you finally freed his cock. He moaned breathily at the relief.
You ran a finger all the way up his dick that caused him to buck his hips upwards. Placing your hands on his thighs to force him back down again you gave him a stern look. You leaned your weight forward so you were on your hands and knees on top of him, your face above his.
âDonât,â was all you said before once again running your fingers along his bandage. Even the slightest contact made him wince but the grin on his face didnât waver. âThatâs what you get when you do something like that.â
Peter made a questioning noise as you climbed off of him but his smirk returned when he saw you begin to undress. You took your pants and shirt off leaving you in just your underwear. Peter was shaking from a combination of pain and excitement as you climbed back on top of him. You looked down at his wide, expectant eyes while hovering over his dick. Then, without warning you lowered yourself down on him. The sudden impact made a loud whimper escape Peterâs lips and your hand flew to cover his mouth.
âYou know how thin these walls are,â you said, beginning to move up and down slowly. With your hand still over his mouth you started to relax into your rhythm.
You had to move your hand from Peterâs mouth to his shoulder to steady yourself, however, the minute you did his high-pitched whines erupted once more. Your other hand rushed to his chest, pressing hard. The pain made him unable to make any more noise.
âStop,â you demanded. âDo you have any idea how much trouble weâll be in if someone hears us?â
A tear fell from Peterâs eye as he relished the torment you were causing him when all of a sudden you had an idea.
You looked down at the bed, right beside Peterâs head to find the belt heâd been biting on earlier. You grabbed it and folded it in half.
âOpen your mouth,â you ordered. Peter obeyed immediately. You placed the leather in his mouth and he bit down on it.
You admired the scene below you. Peter biting on his belt to muffle his moans, his arms lying obediently at his side, tears streaming from his eyes due to the pain and pleasure he was feeling all at once. The sight caused you to quicken your pace as you tightened around him. You swore under your breath as his dick seemed to hit places inside you it never had before.
You were in your own little world, allowing yourself to bounce on Peterâs dick at whatever pace you wanted. When you looked down at him again his eyes were red, his chest heaving. But you werenât done yet. You grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling it back so his eyes stayed on yours.
âShit, you look hot like this,â you breathed.
At that moment the look in Peterâs eyes told you what he couldnât. He wasnât going to last much longer.
âWait,â you said, wanting to reach your own climax with him.
You rolled your hips deeply. Peterâs eyes clamped shut as he tried his best to hold for you.
And then he hit it. That spot that made your stomach tense and your legs weak.
You nodded at him, signalling to him you were ready. Almost instantly Peterâs face was filled with relief as he released inside of you, the feeling causing you to do the same.
You lazily rode out your high, wanting to savour every moment as your heart rate returned to its normal pace. Peterâs shaking body slowly started to settle beneath you so you leaned down and took the belt out of his mouth to reveal a tired smirk on his face. You kissed where the belt had once been briefly before carefully pulling yourself off him and laying down next to him. His bandage covered chest was still rising up and down rapidly.
You turned onto your side and moved a piece of blond hair from his eye.
âWill you stay with me tonight?â he asked quietly. âYou know, just in case I need more medical attention.â
You laughed softly. You were sure he wouldnât need any more medical attention for his burns, but that didnât mean he wouldnât need medical attention for what you were planning on doing to him.
Hi if it's alright with you, could you write a fluffy drabble of reader falling asleep in thirteens lap with all the sleepy kisses and stuff but in the end thirteen realises she's trapped and can't move. Just a cute and funny concept I thought of, thanks!
Here you go, love. I hope you like it.
You were finding it hard to keep your eyes open. Your head was in the Doctorâs lap, her fingers combing through your hair, her voice little more than a soft whisper telling you stories of her past adventures. Sometimes youâd pull her down for a kiss, soft and sweet, interrupting her. Each time sheâd laugh, kissing you back, her fingers soft against your face.
Sheâd laid a blanket over you, leaving you to snuggle up while her voice soothed you. You werenât really listening, just enjoying the timbre of her voice, the way it calmed your heart. It was hard to make sense of what she was saying when it felt as if your muscles were melting into the sofa cushions.
You couldnât stop yourself from nuzzling against her. Each time you did her fingers would involuntarily tighten in your hair, trying to stop her hearts from beating out of her chest. She couldnât stop smiling, feeling as if you were making her glow with happiness.
The only time you ever looked this soft was when you were falling asleep and she couldnât help but feel privileged that you would let the her see you in such a vulnerable state. She couldnât stop running her fingers through your hair, enjoying the way you practically purred while she played with the soft strands. Â
In breaks in her stories sheâd lean down to press a kiss to your forehead. Youâd smile and sigh happily and the Doctor would have to stop the squeal from escaping her chest.
She was telling a particularly hair raising tale where through a particularly clever use of the waltz had saved a group of elephant like species from a homicidal dictator, which is why it took her so long to realise your breathing had evened out and your eyes werenât opening anymore.
She ran her fingers over your face, tracing the length go your nose, the shape of your lips. She let silence descend around the two of you, choosing to listen to you breathe. She kept watching you, the way your eyelashes rested against your cheeks, your mouth open just a little, your hand sliding off your stomach. She never knew a single person could be so beautiful.
She wondered how long the two of you could stay like that. She wanted to stay in that bubble, just the two of you. Then she wondered why pins and needles were beginning to shoot through her right leg. And then she realised the problem.
She tried to squirm her way out from under you but you murmured something in your sleep and sheâd stilled, not wanting to disturb you. She tried to lift you from her lap to shuffle out but youâd moaned something and sheâd let you go, brushing some hair off your face to watch you at peace. She tried to push you further down the sofa, off her lap but youâd sighed and she hadnât had the heart to continue.
She sat a while, admiring you, thinking about how to solve the problem. It wasnât that she wasnât enjoying this, because she was, but she didnât do well when she didnât have anything to do. She got bored too easily. And sheâd lost feeling in her leg.
Eventually, she slid her arms underneath you, hauling you up. She stood with you clutched to her chest, trying to figure out if she should leave you on the sofa or take you to bed. Yaz popped her head around the door.
âHave you seen-â she began to say before the Doctor shushed her.
âShe fell asleep,â she said, looking down at you. She couldnât help the smile on her face.
âIt is late,â Yaz said.
The Doctor nodded and began to walk with you back to your room. She laid you on the bed, pulling the duvet over you. You blinked your eyes open, looking up at her. She smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead.
âStay with me?â you asked.
She smiled, climbing into the bed beside you. You turned over, curling up against her body. She put her arm around your body, drawing you closer. You rested your head on her chest, listening to the soothing double heartbeat.
She pressed a kiss to the top of your head, listening to your breathing even out again. Sheâd never felt so lucky.
You felt breathless. You couldnât drag your eyes away from the exposed skin. The Doctor, usually in her coat, was sitting crossed legged on the floor, wires in her hand, goggles in place. You were alone with her, the others having left for the night but youâd stupidly offered her a helping hand. You were now cursing yourself.
She was talking to you, you could hear her voice, but individual words were lost on you. You were sitting on the stairs, hands caught under your thighs as you lent towards her. Warm light reflected off pale skin, shadows curling around collarbones. You couldnât get rid of the image of your tongue dipping into that divot.
Swathes of skin on display, usually obscured by a coat, was like your personal hell. You wanted to trail your lips over it until her double heartbeat was tattooed on your soul. You wondered if it would be soft against your fingertips, if it would be as warm as her hands, if youâd feel her breath catching in her chest. Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips as your heartbeat grew loud in your ears.
You tore your eyes away from her, feeling heat beginning to creep up your neck. You needed to get a handle on yourself. The soft light was making it so much worse, the way her skin seemed to glow. Sparks flew from her wires, drawing your attention back to her.
She lent forward, a dark gap yawning close to eye level. You caught your lip between your teeth, trying to stop any kind of moan that might inadvertently spill from your mouth. Your eyes inevitably dragged back to her collarbone. You were itching to nip at it. You couldnât stop your imagination running away from you, the noises she might make if you did. You werenât sure you would survive it.
Your knee began to bob and you had to fight against the impulse to reach out to her. Fingers skimming along the neckline of her shirt, tongue lapping at the salt on her skin, lips pressing to her beating heart. You wanted it, enough that it became physically painful to stop yourself.
âAre you listening to me?â
You offered her a strained smile, âof course, Doctor.â
She stretched her neck, leaning her head to one side. You made a soft noise, eyes tracing along the line of her throat. You pushed your hair out of your face, feeling too warm. You couldnât drag your eyes away from her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, almost hypnotised by it. She looked over at you, tilting her head as if asking a question.
You swallowed past a lump in your throat and turned your gaze down to your hands. Your fingers were twisting together, and your breathing was too rapid. Eyes darting up then down again, the vision of the woman in front of you calling to you like a siren. You squeezed your eyes closed.
When you opened them she was right in front of you, crouching on the stair below your feet. You jerked back, cursing how silent she could be when she wanted to. Those large hazel eyes were staring up at you, so soft you could drown in them. You pressed your lips together, doing your best not to lean towards her. The scent of oil and sparks curled around you.
âYouâre being weird,â she said, âare you tired? If youâre tired you should go to bed. Humans need sleep.â
âSleep?â You blinked at her. Your eyes dipped again and you had to bite back a moan from how good she looked.
âItâs quite late,â she said, âif you want to go sleep thatâs okay. I can finish up here on my own. Iâm quite good on my own.â
âIâm not really helping, am I?â you asked, wincing. Of course she picked up on your weirdness. She was so good at noticing when something was off.
âIâm always happy to have some company,â she said, smiling softly at you. Your heart felt like it was in your throat. Rogue thoughts of kissing the smile off her face bounced around your brain.
âSorry,â you said, ducking your head.
You werenât expecting her hand on your chin, tilting your face back up to look at her. Her eyes bounced around, taking you in and you felt the need to hide. You wet your lips again, your own eyes drawn back to that dip between her collarbone. Shadows played over her skin and you wanted to chase each and every one with your lips. You could practically taste her on your tongue.
âAre you just tired or is something else going on here?â she asked.
You watched the words vibrate through her throat. You wondered if you could catch them on your tongue if you tried hard enough. A double pulse pounding under your kiss, a breathless moan from parted lips, pale skin glowing in the light from the TARDIS. You wanted it so much it felt as if it was burning you up from the inside out.
âIâm sure Iâm just tired,â you replied, your mouth growing dry.
âAre you sure?â
Somehow you managed to drag your eyes back up to herâs. She was still watching you with that intensity youâd come to expect from her. No one else was quite so good as making you feel like the most important thing in any given room. Maybe thatâs all this was, wanting to make her feel the same way. Only she was the most important thing in any given room. Of that you were certain.
She tilted your head to one side then the other before pressing her ear to your chest. You froze. She could definitely hear how hard your heart was beating. You brought your hands up, hovering over her shoulders but unable to make contact. She pulled away, looking at you again.
âYou donât seem tired,â she said, âare you certain itâs not something else?â
âIâm just a bit distracted,â you replied, still recovering from having her so close, âsilly human thing.â
âI love human things,â she said, sounding more like her old self, the self that didnât murmur to you in the quiet of the night, the self that didnât listen to your heart beat and ask what was wrong, the self that wasnât totally focused on you, âtell me.â
âNo, itâsâŠâ You didnât know how to put it into words without actually letting on what was going on in your head. The last thing you needed was for her to find out and look at you with pity when she couldnât return your feelings.
âIt canât be that bad,â she said, âI get distracted all the time. Iâm ace at getting distracted.â
âIâm not sure thatâs something to brag about,â you laughed. Something in her face broke open and she was looking at you like you were something wonderful again. Your heart ached. You wanted this all of the time.
âWhatever it is you can tell me,â she said, her voice softening into a murmur again. She was so close her breath ghosted over your legs. It sent a shiver down your spine.
âSometimes itâs just hard to focus,â you said, âwhen there are certain things going on.â
âWhat kind of things?â
Your gaze dropped again. You bit down on your lower lip and gently reached out, finger barely brushing against her collarbone. Her breath hitched and she stilled. You ran your fingertip along the bone until you met the soft material of her shirt.
âJust silly human things,â you whispered.
Slowly you looked up at her again. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open. You couldnât tell what she was thinking. You wanted to know what she was thinking.
âI love silly human things.â Her voice sounded strained and you waited for her to tell you to stop. You would if she asked you to. Youâd do anything she asked you to.
You ran your fingertip back along the bone, dipping into the divot and going along the other side. Her eyes closed briefly before opening again. She took a deep breath in, her eyes turning molten. She lent into your touch, almost pressing her chest against your hand, practically begging for your touch.
âDoctor,â you breathed.
âTell me,â she requested again.
âYou distract me,â you replied, unable to fight the compulsion to give her whatever she wanted, âthoughts of you, thoughts of what I want to do with you, watching you. Just⊠all of you.â
âMe?â With one word she broke your chest open, flooding you with light. There was so much wonder in her voice, as if sheâd discovered something beyond wonderful. You wanted to save it, the moment, and never let it go.
Her fingertips ghosted over your cheek and she looked at you as if you held all the answers to the universe. Your own fingers were traveling along the hard ridge of her collarbone again, dipping into the divot, swirling over the prominent bump where bone stopped. You promised yourself one day your lips would make the same journey.
âItâs always been you,â you murmured.
You would never be able to tell who moved first but your lips were on hers and her fingers were buried in your hair as your own curled around the back of her neck. Her body strained forward and up as you lent down, the awkward angle of the stairs somehow making it both difficult and perfect in equal measure. Her other hand landed on the stair you were leaning against, caging you in as she pressed closer.
Her tongue swept into your mouth, stealing your breath and her fingers tugged at your hair. A moan rumbled through your chest and you thought she might have been smiling against your lips. You parted your legs and with your free hand you tugged her closer until your thighs were wrapped around her waist. She groaned into your mouth, pressing herself more insistently against you as all thoughts fled your mind. There was only this, only her, and you wanted it all.
You couldnât stop yourself, trailing your lips down until her double pulse thrummed under your tongue. She made a soft noise in the back of her throat, fingers tightening in your hair until it was almost deliciously painful. You nipped at it and her head fell back, a word in an unknown language falling from her lips.
She pulled you back into a kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. You moaned again, electricity running over every nerve ending in your body. You wanted her to touch every inch of you, wanted her in ways you couldnât begin to understand, wanted her in every single way it was possible to have her. Her body was so soft against yours, pressing against you in a way that stole your breath.
When she finally pulled away she was breathing hard and her lips were kiss swollen. You were sure you looked a mess but all you could focus on was how brightly her eyes shone and the grin that was slowly taking over her face. She was still pressing you into the stairs, not moving away, as you both gasped for the air hanging between you.
âHow was that?â she asked, âIâm a little rusty but I think that went alright.â
âDoctor.â You shook your head, trying to figure out what was going through your head, âthat was easily the best kiss Iâve ever had.â
âOh good, another thing Iâm good at. Iâll add it to the list,â she said, âI actually did start a list a few centuries back but it got too long and complicated that I gave up on it. Then I lost it. Or threw it into an exploding star. One or the other. But I donât need it really. Itâs all in my head anyway. Thatâs another thing Iâm good at, remembering things.â
You couldnât help yourself. You pressed your lips to herâs, effectively shutting her up. She kissed you with an enthusiasm youâd always associated with her, and you couldnât stop yourself moaning into her mouth. She practically vibrated under your touch, pressing closer to you. She stole the breath from your chest as her tongue plundered your mouth and her fingers tugged on your hair.
This time you broke away, surprised at the whimper you got in return. Her lips pressed to your cheek, your neck, the soft spot behind your ear. You tipped your head back as her lips played over your skin, tongue flicking out to taste you. The weight of her against you was delicious and not enough and you wanted more from her, always more.
âDoctor,â you breathed, your voice raspy and not quite under your control, âoh god, Doctor.â
âSo brilliant, so beautiful,â she whispered into your skin before murmuring in another language you didnât understand. You were burning up from the inside out under her touch. You couldnât wrap your head around how youâd gotten here. It was better than a dream.
âI donât think this is-â You broke off as she sucked on your skin, a jolt sent right between your thighs, âI donât think this is going to help with being distracted.â
âGood,â she said, ânow you can understand how I feel around you.â
âWhat?â
She drew back, a soft smile on her face. It was so at odds with the desperation you were feeling. She pressed a short kiss to your lips, only fanning the flames. You whined when she pulled back. You tried to tug her back against your body. You already missed the feeling of her weight pressing against you.
âYou distract me every day,â she said, âall the time. Youâre very good at it. Lots of thoughts and so many are about you.â
âMe?â It was like your lightbulb moment.
âAlways you.â
She pressed her forehead against yours, all softness. The flames had burned down into a simmer and you were beginning to be able to breath normally again. Her hand slipped from your hair, resting on your shoulder now, although you were still trapped between her body and the stairs.
âDoctor?â you whispered.
She hummed in response.
âWould you like to go on a date with me?â you asked.
Her answering kiss stole your remaining breath and needless to say her work never got done and you never got to sleep that night.
She always licks her lips before a kiss. Always. Without fail. And she really doesnât know she does this unless you point it out to her.
Sheâs not often one to initiate kisses, but she will signal to you that sheâs hoping for one. Sheâll stare at your lips, even so much as to be unusually still for her.
She goes absolutely weak for those slow, everything-in-the-room-fades-except-you-and-her types of kisses. For a woman who knows so much of time and space it will never cease to amaze her at how it feels like time stops when she kisses you, even though she knows for a fact that it doesnât.
Sheâs also a fan of casual cheek kisses, often sneaking one in almost any time she passes by you, even if it interrupts her sentence. And yes, she is prone to losing her train of thought entirely for a moment when you pull that on her.
If she does initiate a kiss, itâs always by asking permission first. Despite how many times you may have already kissed, she never wants to presume.
