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These are most of my main fandoms, I should be able to write for most of the characters here.

For alan and geoffrey, i can write all of their characters, i think so at least.

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Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Joker (2019)

Jeffrey dean Morgan

Stranger things

Twilight

Life is strange

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Title: Grade

ᯓ★ . Grace drabble because we all know she prefers women.

Pairing: Grace Augustine x f!reader || Avatar Warning: teacher x student trope, teacher pet, flirt(?) For: @red-riter

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Grade ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 1k

Professor Grace Augustine needed you.

She needed you quickly because none of her current students would do a good enough job supervising the samples she collected and was planning to test. She needed someone trustworthy who wouldn't accidentally kick down and destroy the samples as soon as she was out of sight. Her mind came to you as the first choice. However, just as quick, she became certain you were busy with your other classes at this time. Besides, the odds that you'd be willing to come help her, be it temporarily, were slim. Or were they? Perhaps you wouldn't mind giving her a hand. You did seem to be favouring her class over many others, and sometimes you were even giving her subtle hints that you liked her.

She'd been a professor for a long time. She could sniff out that kind of stuff. When a student was developing a crush on a teacher, it was damn obvious, and with you it was not far from being as obvious as a neon red sign. But Grace couldn't say she minded that. If anything, it entertained her quite a bit, making her time teaching a little more interesting.

After all, teaching students who were hardly interested in being there became a toll even if she loved her job. And so she felt lucky to have your company whenever class rolled around.

Professor Grace Augustine figured out quite quickly that you were taking P.E. now, which, in her defence, felt like a waste of time class, but then again it was imposed by the RDA. They were quite adamant about raising future soldiers, and the thought never failed to make Grace feel eerie. She had tried before to ease down these classes, maybe completely replace them for something more pacifistic.

But always got turned down. Grace Augustine was a strong woman, but the audacity of some men seemed to bring them more wins because, you know it, even here on Pandora, men were the same. Annoying, self-absorbed, and lacking any critical thinking and desire for peace.

It was not surprising to her to see you were up for this class next. How else? When she was unlucky, there had to be a whole string of bad luck following.

She sighed to herself, since she knew having to deal with the trainer, Professor Quaritch, was going to be a pain in the ass almost as equally stressful as collecting the samples with a bunch of RDA's disorganised dumbasses with weapons.

She came to find you either way.

Even if this entailed dealing with that stress-inducing pack of muscles. A brute that lacked any empathy or consciousness. Not only was Quaritch an absolutely disgusting man, but also incredibly difficult just for the sake of it.

Grace made it to the changing rooms.

In fact, she had first checked the training grounds, but nobody was out just yet, and then as she waited, one by one more and more showed up, but you. So then you were either not around or still in the changing room. She didn't want to pry; that was quite bad to do, but it was the quickest way to sneak you out before Quaritch showed up to his own class and made a fuss about Grace temporarily borrowing his students.

So she went inside the changing room, first listening, then peeking in. Grace had been right; there you were. Still changing, probably. Probably because your shirt was off, but you didn't seem to be taking any on to replace it.

She stood by the door, watching, using your lack of attention to get a good look… head to toe, of course, with her eyes lingering more on the chest area. She would be hypocritical to say she hadn't checked your tits out before, but it had always been… superficial, short-lived. Passing glances inside your top when she leaned over you in class. But now she had the chance at a full view, and she didn't feel like wasting it.

You, however, seemed to have become aware of the eyes that were on you.

"Why are you just sitting there watching me change?"

Grace's brow lifted. She didn't have an answer that would explain this in a moral, ethical way, so she turned a bit cocky, walking in over with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I am taking over Quaritch's class today. Began grading with you. You were first on my list, and you weren't out in the yard… so my best guess was that you were still in here."

You rolled your eyes and turned to look for a shirt to cover yourself, but Grace reached from behind to stop your hand, her chest snug against your bare back. Her hand held your wrist tightly until she made sure you would no longer reach for a shirt, before she softly let go, fingers trailing lower, to your palm. Her fingers intertwined with yours, and she squeezed your hand lightly, her head resting against the back of yours.

"Is Quaritch actually missing today? That doesn't sound like something he would do? He'd show with a missing leg and arm to drill it into our heads how important it is to run 20 laps." "No, of course not. You are right." Grace laughed knowingly, "I came... to sneak you out of Quaritch's class. I need a helping hand in the lab." "And you think he'll say yes?" "No. Clearly not. But you must have missed the part about sneaking you out, sweetheart. I don't need him showing off his muscles and wasting my time with his pretentious unsubstantial lecturing."

You chuckled, and Grace took a step back, sitting down on the bench in the changing room, pulling you down on her lap.

"I'm still giving you an A. For the physical assessment."

You willingly straddle her lap, this time facing her with your arms draped around her shoulders.

"Just so you know, I will contest that. I think this time I might deserve an A+."

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Title: Sleep [Part 5]

ᯓ★ 001 doesn't have to put on the good boy act when you are asleep.

Pairing: Henry 'Mr Whatsit' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things Warning: smut, fingering, intense mind manipulation, makes you question everything, (Mind Flayer lowkey playing toxic cupid), I'd say dubcon... slightly between con and dubcon Chapters: [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4]

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Sleep [Part 5] ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 2.5k

"Ah, sweetheart... Wake up. We have to leave... There are terrible, terrible monsters coming for you..."

Your eyes were still shut, but you were no longer asleep. That juncture, that moment of transition when your mind, engulfed by images of dreams, leaps back to consciousness. Dreams had always been an incursion into something, something buried inside of you that, like a mole, had tried blindly to crawl to the surface.

Your eyes were still closed. A cool breeze brushed your skin, gradually waking you. The window? You must've forgotten to close it when you fell asleep, and now, in the dead of night, your ears perked. You heard it at first, faint, muffled, the sound of ticking.

Tik... tak... tik...

The more your ears focused on it, the clearer the ticking. It matched the pace of your own heart to the point you could no longer distinguish the two.

Was it the clock ticking or your own heart?

Then a different sound. A twig creaking as the breeze reached it. The very same breeze protruded through the slit of the open window. It made your skin form goosebumps. It was colder now than a few moments ago.

Inhale...

A deep breath.

Your eyes still shut, trying to regain sleep. Sleep. You chanted to yourself that it was too early to open your eyes, and if you had, you'd not be able to fall asleep again.

The twig creaked again, and a stronger freeze made its leaves ruffle. The chill worsened, and then, as if due, the twig persisted in creaking and bending under the wind, which picked up in pace. The rustling grew louder too, and you suspected a storm would be starting soon. A swish of enraged leaves.

That had to be it.

That was why your body startled you awake.

A flash of light whitened the black beneath your eyelids, and a loud clap of thunder resounded next with the magnitude of an earthquake of the clouds.

Then the pitter-patter. Drippy tiny water missiles that began assaulting the surroundings and among the victims, your window.

"Ah, you're awake, sweetheart."

Your eyes opened, heart pounding, darting around.

You lived alone.

You had always lived alone. Your chest felt heavy, your mind hazy. With your eyes still blurry from sleep, your hand reached habitually for the switch, and when you flipped it on...

Nothing.

The window was shut, the trees were motionless... There was no breeze, no water droplets, no storm. No person who could have spoken those words. And yet you felt as if you hadn't slept. Your body was weary, heavy, drained.

You rubbed your eyes, rising to the edge of the bed, feet planted on the carpet. Your toes wiggled into the slight fur, comforting yourself in the soothing familiarity of the surface.

Home...

Home.

And yet, you felt home a moment ago too. Just as home as you feel now.

You rubbed your eyes again, "I need to be careful what I eat before going to bed." You rose up, and as you stood, you couldn't shake the memory of the house from a moment ago. How could it feel so real if it had been a dream? How could it feel so familiar if it was your house? Was it a friend's house? No. Your eyes had been closed, but the sensation felt so homey... if only you would've opened your eyes and seen the furniture. Maybe you could've recognised it. Who owned the home you had been in only moments prior?

"That was not your house, sweetheart... Not yet. But the monsters are coming... It will become your home. Safe from the monsters, lurking."

You turned around sharply.

Behind you, next to your bed, was a gentleman. He was familiar... you've seen him. That very night. What a long night it was... how many dreams you had.

"Not yet, sweetheart. There is no time to dwell on those thoughts now..."

"I know you. I've seen you..." you couldn't put it in a better way than that. You've never met this man before, and yet he had been in your dreams that night. You had lived a whole life within the span of a few hours... The gentleman in white.

The orderly.

"Henry."

The spiffy figure's lips curled in a smile.

Your confusion worsened. Your mind was grappling with this realisation. That despite never having met this man in your life, somehow you had dreamed months together in a single night. You knew him, everything about him, without having ever known who he was.

"And you are Y/N. We must go... Do you remember what I always taught you with? I know your mind... it must be foggy... but you have to believe me."

Henry took his hat off, holding it in front of his chest and bowing slightly to you. His free hand closed in the distance, but he stopped, hesitating.

"You must be so... so confused. But... you believe me. Right? Terrible monsters are coming. We have to go..." "No wait. Henry, give me a second. I just woke up, and I'm... what are you saying? Please. Sit down. Don't talk in riddles with me; I'm too groggy for that.

Henry seemed to be rushing, but at your request, he sat down on the edge of your bed, knees close together, elbows resting on them as he glanced at you.

"I asked you before to trust me..." Henry began again, comforting little smile pointed at you. "And you have to trust me now, sweetheart. I am here to save you." "I know you, but I don't know you, Henry. Maybe we should start with that?" "I..." Henry gulped, visibly embarrassed, eyes glued down to his hat, fingers anxiously picking at the rim. "I will tell you."

You studied him. His mannerisms. It was Henry and yet it was a version of him you couldn't recount from the dreams.

"After I showed you the gift I have, and you put your trust in me, I failed you."

His nails stopped scraping the rim of the hat. Henry exhaled deeply.

"There was... an incident. Someone else with a gift like my own, sweetheart. I managed to deal with all but... this one. I... I will not go on much longer; the details would only confuse you more, but I was defeated. It must've been the wave of this friction that affected your mind."

He leaned in, still hesitant, but this time he cradled your head in his palm.

"All you knew... our experience together became locked. In this prison right here." Henry traced your forehead tenderly with his thumb. "And an opaque seal had veiled your memory of me. An abandoned box in an attic which I merely brought back to light." "How did you return if you were defeated? Are you hurt? Henry-" "No... and yes. You see... that bad, bad girl... the one who defeated me... she thought I'd never return. But I was stronger... and I made my way back. She doesn't know yet; she doesn't... wouldn't... and never will understand this gift, but you, sweetheart. You do. You must come with me."

"You told me that the monsters are coming..."

Henry nodded, putting on a worried look, so believable that you scooted closer to him and he draped his arm around you for comfort.

"When that little lady did what she did... " Maybe you didn't have to know more than that. The less you knew for now, the better. "She threw me in a place from where terrible, terrible monsters come. And I know these monsters escaped. And they are coming here..."

You were nervous, but Henry squeezed your hand.

"Now?" "Yes. But the monsters will not be here yet. I... I had to meet you tonight. The time... was too short for a better remembrance." "No, no. I understand. I believe you, dear. Everyone wanted to hurt us back in the lab... you taught me not to put fear first, but to believe in you, because you will liberate us from it."

Henry nodded.

"Are we leaving in the morning?" "We will... I came tonight because I had to unveil the cloak from your memories." "How did you do that?"

Henry smiled again, his hand sliding from the side of your head to your cheek and jaw. "When I was in that place... I learnt how to do many things, sweetheart. But there is still something which we should do. To... assure ourselves that your memory had been fully recovered."

There was a seriousness in Henry's voice that made what he said sound necessary. Mandatory even.

"It would be recommended... that you allow me to touch you. I know. I know. It's scandalous. And your memory is still so foggy, but my touch will make it all clear. Here... permit me."

He leaned in, nervously. Henry stopped right before his lips could touch yours, hesitated, then instead of your lips, he kissed a spot beneath your left ear, making your back arch. A specific soft spot, erogenously inclined, that always made your body react blissfully.

"How did you know..." "This one was just a hunch."

Henry continued kissing, lower across your neck, to your clavicle, lips trailing across the bone to your shoulder, and then the other, then reaching his kisses slightly to your back, pushing himself to slightly hover over you. Then he rode up your ear with the kisses again.

"I was so terribly scared, sweetheart. I didn't know what came of you... if you survived. I was so frightened..."

His honeyed voice sounded truthful to your ears.

Especially with the memories flooding back.

But was Henry really honest? Had he ever been honest with you?

"Here, sweetheart. I can finally be with you again...."

Henry kicked his shoes off and climbed into bed, pulling you into his chest so that your back was resting against him. His legs opened, and yours did too, and his hand began stroking your sides, kneading the flesh as his head came to rest against the back of your shoulder.

"You smell good, sweetheart. Do you remember? In the lab you always told me how awful that sterile smell was. How... appalling..." Henry's hand went to the hem of your shirt, sliding underneath to feel your breasts.

Waking you from sleep meant the likelihood of finding a bra on his way was minimal, and he was glad to be right. His thumb grazed around your nipple, his lips applying hot kisses at the back of your shoulder, the chill sensation of his glasses' temples prickling the side of your neck.

He felt the shiver and grinned against your shoulder, kissing it again.

"We cannot do much tonight, sweetheart, but I can make you feel good. You trust me, I know you do. Just let go... let me take care of-" "You smell good too. Is that... [Favourite fragrance] How did you know it was my favourite?"

"...Another hunch," Henry smirked teasingly, but you couldn't turn back to see the reaction on his face. "We have similar preferences, sweetheart. Your mind is a part of mine. Remember? I only had to come back and rekindle that. But too much talk... shhh. Close your eyes now."

His hand slid lower, to your stomach and thighs, playing with his nails on the fabric, causing you to grow aroused by the second, to demand more. Your hips arched, but Henry continued, patiently teasing you until he heard you wince.

Then his hand slipped inside your pyjama shorts, middle finger brushing against your panties, feeling them damp under his soothing touch. His lips still on your shoulder and neck became needier too, nipping the spots and suckling softly before releasing the skin with a slight pop, adorning your shoulder with the marking of his hickey.

His finger slipped beneath the panties, middle and ring finger prodding your hole, feeling your slick coating his fingers. You mewled, ready to take his fingers, but it wasn't enough. Henry felt that your hole needed a little more lubrication, so he pulled his hand out of your shorts and brought his fingers to your mouth.

"Sweetheart, open your mouth for me..."

He made you suck on his fingers, the sight so erotic and suggestive his own trousers felt tight. Yet he wanted to focus on you. He brought his fingers back underneath the panties, this time easing his two fingers inside you and thrusting them gently.

At first slow, until you warmed up, "That's it, sweetheart... this area... your pelvis... Let loose... good." His fingers picked up the pace. "Relax... relax, sweetheart. You're becoming tense. Keep loose... let your weight on me... all of it... let that mind free... don't brace it. Let go... let me take over."

Henry's words were less and less in your ears and more so in your mind, your entire body becoming familiar with this sensation of complete surrender to him. His fingers continued working inside you, the heel of his palm working to tease your clit at the same time.

His other arm wrapped around your middle, keeping you snug into him as he felt your orgasm closing in, building up around his finger.

"I'm..." "Shhh... let it all go..."

And you did.

Your mind once more surrendered to him, to the blissful sensation of your cunt throbbing and squeezing around his fingers, satisfied and yet aching for more.

But more wouldn't come tonight.

Henry helped you gradually come down your climax before taking his fingers out and licking them clean. He let your body rest against his, your embrace enough to soften him up just enough so he would return it.

"I... I missed you. Even though I couldn't remember you. I missed you. I always felt... Something was missing." "It was never missing. It was right there, sweetheart. In the unconscious... It had always been there..."

You smiled.

Your smart, brilliant, Henry. You let yourself doze off in his arms, knowing there was a lot to catch up on the next day. But for now... you could rest. You were safe. If anyone could keep you safe, that was Henry.

Henry sighed.

His soft expression relaxed, in his usual more rougher one, with sharper edges and less honeyed hints. His brow furrowed, his cheeks relaxed... and he let a deep exhale leave his lungs.

How gullible... He almost felt bad.

He almost felt bad for doing this to you.

These false memories that he planted in your mind...

It was a shame it wanted you. The Mind Flayer... It had instructed him to bring you. Henry Creel had always been serving this duty on his own, but this time he was pushed to bring over another... you.

Why you? Hm.

At the very least... you were so willing to believe him, so unlikely to put up any opposition to the infestation of your mind that he could perhaps accept it. Henry Creel could make peace with knowing that, for the time being, to achieve the true natural order... he would have to be seconded by you.

NOTE: Part 5! <3 love y'all

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“This kink is problematic when you think about it” ohhhhhh shit ok lemme head on over to the kink store and trade these kinks in for one that make my jackoff fantasies morally superior

[spectrestrings]

Title: Sleep [Part 4]

ᯓ★ 001 doesn't have to put on the good boy act when you are asleep.

Pairing: Henry '001' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things Warning: smut, dom!Henry got his powers back, slight manipulation/gaslighting, fear play, still con though, choking, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, restraints on reader [his powers], feral 001, a bit rough Chapters: [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] Song: I suggest listening to Closer - Nine Inch Nails for this one. I snuck a few lines of the song in.

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Sleep [Part 4] ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 4.1k

"No, sweetheart."  

001's shoe pressed confidently against the tiling, causing an echoing sound that made your blood freeze. Each step, calm and calculated, chilling.

A thud.

Another.

Nothing but the silence pierced by the sound of his shoes.

The air was heavy, dizzying. In your ears, a subtle ringing, but insistent, a forewarning, matching the pace of your heart.

"Don't do that. You... know better than to do that, sweetheart."

Henry's head cocked to the side so slowly that you couldn't tell if he was taking his time or time itself had stalled. You didn't even realise your feet were working against you, causing you to back with each step 001 took forward, closer to you.

"What's wrong?" 001 furrowed his brow, every muscle in his face tense, his eyes locked on you. Behind them, nothing you could discern, nothing but that radiant otherworldy blue hue that bore through you. "You are not afraid of me, are you? Why are you trying to leave, sweetheart, hm? Answer me."

But you couldn't. The words were stuck in your throat. What was there to be said when you witnessed the orderly fling someone across the room with a mere wave of his hand? His pristine white orderly uniform was stained here and there with prickles of red. Unfortunately, you could've guessed the origin of the crimson liquid even if you hadn't just witnessed 001's show of strength.

"What have you done?"

001 drew back, offended, his head cocked to the side still, before he leaned in closer, conspicuously close to you.

"What have I... done? Sweetheart... you don't remember him? He is the one who dared to..." "And you killed him?"

001 scoffed.

Why did it matter? The punishment was fit for the offence. That man, a few weeks prior, had dared to act indecently with ludicrous intentions in mind. And now, he was permanently dealt with. Was that not a good deed, if anything? He spared the lab and world of another pest who only sought a body to conquer. He was insignificant, a nuisance that had to be disposed of, and he had done just that. Perhaps, it made sense. At first, you'd not understand his pursuit, but you'll get used to it. You'll learn.

He will teach you.

001 had to remind himself that you, even though you understood him to an extent, still had your mind plagued and corroded by the ideals and desires that those pests bore, and he had to unteach you. To show you the truth of his path. So the tension in him eased, his lips relaxed in a smile, and his hand came to your cheek. Despite what you had seen, his hand was not any different from the hand you were used to, from the hand which caressed you time and time again.

It was the same delicate texture, the same slightly cool skin that stroked your cheek.

"I understand, sweetheart. It is all so... so new to you... You are only starting to see it now. But I will take care. I will make you understand the world the way it should be understood. It will be scary at first... unlearning... it is always scary." "What are you talking about?" "Shhh... Don't question it now. Back when I saw the truth, I was alone. But you have me, sweetheart. You should be grateful. In this new, better world... with the right order..." "You need to stop this." "No... No, sweetheart, don't oppose it. Don't you trust me?" "I do! I... I did. But I just saw you..."

"No. What you saw... it was necessary. I showed you that fear... is not something that should rule you anymore. It was fear all along that made us hide, was it not? This fear... of what? Of him?" 001 pointed at the man splattered on the floor a fair distance away from you. "No. You were not afraid of him, but of what he represented. The hierarchy, it can all fade away, but you have to let go of everything you have up here," the index of his right hand pressed lightly against your forehead. "And let me show you the true nature of this world. Accept this gift... and you won't have to feel fear, frustration, pain... nothing of the kind."

"This can't be." "But it can... You saw the proof before your eyes. What I can do... is it not proof of a gift? A gift I can offer you."

001 saw you were hesitant.

He didn't like that you had to think about it; after all, did he not prove his loyalty to you? He could have taken his revenge for your punishment, but he chose to allow it, and now you were hesitant. A soft displeased grunt left his throat, and the noise, in sheer contrast to the room's stillness, made you nod.

"I accept it."

There was worry in your voice, concern, as if you said it only to please 001. The man dreaded that, the fact you felt you had to say something for his sake. The orderly wanted you to be eager to join him. Eager to share his vision and be by his side. You were lucky. You were different and had the potential the others in this lab lacked, and more than that, you were the one person he would have done anything for.

"Is it fear that makes you accept it?" 001 lifted you slightly off the ground, his hand making you levitate until your feet no longer touched the tiled floor. "Hm, sweetheart? No... It's not fear that should rule you. Accept it because you believe in me, and my cause. It must become our cause."

"I mean it, I accept it..." "And yet, I still sense fear in you, sweetheart. This... power can be used for good."

001 got an idea, bringing you closer and keeping you still with his powers. He leaned into your ear, speaking barely above a whisper.

"Allow me to prove it to you, sweetheart."

001 shoved you back into the wall with his powers. He wasn't as rough as he could have been, merely using this chance to display a figment of what he could do. With you stuck against the wall with his powers, he approached, his eyes trailing predatorily from your eyes, lower to your body, taking in everything now that you were at the mercy of his power. From your lips to your neck, shoulders, chest and below, nothing escaped 001, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Do you... understand now, sweetheart? No... no. I am getting ahead of myself. We've merely begun."

He held you still against the wall, his hand looming over your shirt, playing teasingly with the fabric, slowly, gently lifting it. It was enough for his hand to sneak underneath and feel the contours of your skin, far warmer than his own. The contrast of heat made a soft, curious hum leave his lips as his hand rode up underneath your shirt, the fabric rising too with the motion, revealing your abdomen. But as tempting as that was, 001 wasn't looking at the revealed skin.

His eyes were locked on yours, learning every reaction, as minimal as it was; each arch, each wince, all had a display on your features, and 001 needed to memorise them. The soft quiver in your lips, the hue in your cheeks, the soft squeeze of your eyes shut.

The man exhaled.

He removed his hand with a displeased grunt. Your shirt was slowing him down, distracting him, so he lowered you with his powers, just enough so he could personally tug it off your shoulders and discard it on the floor, before stunning you again.

"Does he bother you, sweetheart?" 001 asked, his hand reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and remove it too, calm. Imperturbable. Unphased by the sight of your breasts, which before would have humbled him to his knees. He was in control now, your body his to play with.

His finger curled and came to rest underneath your chin, holding your head up to face him.

"Who?"

001 nodded. The orderly liked this answer better.

"That pest. The sight... It had upset you before, sweetheart. I am glad... You're no longer focused on what isn't important."

You remembered the dead body in the corner of the room, which had left your mind in such a swift way once 001 began to play with you. After all, like all beings, when you were the target, your mind would become selfish and seek its own survival. But was it survival? You knew 001 wasn't going to harm you, and yet you couldn't help the looming anxiety that you felt with each movement he made, his mannerisms so close to that of a hunter, carefully running the game where he wanted it to be.

001 did the same with your lower half, as he had with the upper. He didn't need the clothes to distract him. Yet as he undressed you, he couldn't help but feel a slight... resistance against his powers.

"Don't you fear we'll be caught?"

001 sneered.

"I mean, our room... why did you kill him here? He will be found." "Do you believe we'll be here for much longer, sweetheart? This room... It no longer matters... Nor does this facility. Nor anyone inhabiting it."

001 made sure you were completely naked before he released you from his powers, allowing your own feet to keep you upright. His hand came to your neck, thumb pressed lightly into your pulse point as he held you before him, head tilted forward so his forehead was against yours.

"From now on, sweetheart, you must unlearn everything and start again. Everything here is a lie," 001 lifted the cuff of his orderly shirt, exposing his tattoo to you. "But you are no longer under its haze. I will help you see it all clear..."

Your eyes lingered on the tattoo.

Brenner had never told you; he had always made it a point to never talk about 001.

"My name is Henry." "Henry..."

Hearing his real name off your lips stunned him for a second, so used to hearing that false alias of Peter Ballard. For a moment, he was back at that soft, yearning man he had been before he regained his powers. For a moment, he gazed into your eyes with a humble frailty that made you reach out and hold his cheek.

No.

001 drew back.

He must not be weak. It was not the time for that.

Henry could have used his powers to have you on the bed, but he chose his own strength over it. He picked you up, cheating a little as he did use his powers to make his time easier, but that didn't matter. Before you could do as much as complain, you were back on that bed that had witnessed far too many times the lengths of Henry's longing for you. He unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders with your aid, then helped himself out of his trousers as swiftly as he could before his hand was on your cheek, guiding you to lie back with him hovering over you.

"You denied me this... for so long; all I've wanted was to be able to have you... and you denied me. At first, I had to deny myself... to respect you... to worship you, sweetheart. And then you punished me for my restraint..."

He pressed his forehead against yours, one hand on your cheek, the other reaching boldly to your thigh. Henry's breathing hitched as he felt how warm your flesh was in his palm, how obediently you allowed him to find his way between your legs. How right it felt for his body to be against yours.

"Will you deny me again?" Henry sounded as if he wouldn't take no for an answer, and yet you knew that he would; for you, he would restrain himself again, but this time, why should you have him hold back? "No, I see it in your eyes, in your mind. You will not play any more games with me. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

His lips lingered at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, pecking it, making your body shiver.

"Yes, that's it, sweetheart. Obey it. That hunger within you, let it speak, let it consume you... It is uncorrupted hunger, devoid of this world's impurities. The only desire I allow myself to feel..." Henry's lips trailed across your neck, leaving soft kisses from beneath your ear all the way across your pulse point and to your clavicle. "The only desire you will allow yourself to feel from today on."

Henry continued to kiss, below to your breasts, humming praises over them as he appreciated the feel of a woman's body. The softness of your chest, the taste of your nipple as he twirled his tongue over it, giving it a gentle suck before releasing it, both of them receiving the same treatment before he moved on lower. He kissed your sides, your stomach, thighs, knees, and calves, to your ankles, his eyes closed to fully feel everything, every spark of that desire as it set him ablaze, yearning for more.

He moved up again, his lips trailing across the inside of your thighs until he reached your cunt. This time you were awake to see and feel it all, observe how he guided your legs to rest on his shoulders, his eyes glued to yours as he let his head descend lower, mouth pressing reverent kisses on your cunt.

"We will relearn everything together... From this..." He gave your cunt a long lick, tongue pressed flat between its lips, gathering your taste and letting it spur him on. "Do you think you can take that, sweetheart? Oh... even if you can't..." He flicked his tongue over your clit, grunting needily, "I will make sure you can. That's why you have me, after all... to make sure you can take it..."

He anchored his arms around your thighs, keeping them on his shoulders as he started eating you out. Your hand reached down to grab his hair, but he lazily glanced up, using his powers to force your arms above your head, pinned to the bed, eyes closing to devour you again. His mouth was relentless, starved, lapping everything he could. The more your body tried to arch and escape him, the more your hips jerked and rolled, the harder he used his powers to keep you still, to make you take it.

It was as if you could hear him in your mind, vividly, telling you, "Don't try to escape it, sweetheart, let it consume you."

He could have used his fingers again, but he didn't want to give you that satisfaction. Your cunt had to crave him, so all you'd have for warm-up was his tongue abusing the sensitivity of your clit until you came undone, held in place with his powers.

Your desperate arches stood no chance in front of his powers, and he had to put in no effort to have you spread open for him as soon as he was done.

He wiped his mouth, taking in the sight of his progress. The way your body was taking in the aftermath of an orgasm he leisurely gave you with his tongue alone.

Henry wasn't done.

Not so easily.

He guided your thighs to rest against his hips as he moved to hover over you, your bodies pressed snug together so he could feel every inch of your skin bare against his own. This union, so strange and enticing, so human yet right, despite the pestilence nature of humanity. You wanted to speak, to say something, but you didn't get to because his lips found yours and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss right away. Henry's tongue was gentle in its wake, exploring with care the taste of yours against his, the flavour of your mouth and his own, your own slick's savour mingling with the taste of your saliva.

What a strange and alluring blend of tastes which he took in greedily, his body moving against yours reflexively.

Despite all, his nature was undeniably human.

He too felt what was right in this moment. What a human ached to have at a time like this. His hand reached down between your bodies, and he angled himself against your cunt, lips away from yours just enough to warn you.

"It will be for only a moment," Henry cautioned, his words a mere whisper above your lips, "Allow me to be in you... mind and body, sweetheart... Let me feel, explore it all... Let me have it all..."

A soft grunt, the head of his cock prodding your cunt.

"Let go... Let yourself go... Let me be the Master of your mind and body," Henry's breathing quickened, heart pounding in his chest as he felt himself slowly make progress, his cock pushing inside you. "That's it, sweetheart, you're so brave for me..."

Henry didn't want this torturous ache to keep you apart any longer, and his hips thrust forward sharply, a loud gasp filling the room as he pressed himself to the hilt inside you. Your cunt welcomed him, but not without a slight opposition at first, which faltered quickly upon hearing his voice encouraging you to have him.

His voice felt like it came from not only his mouth but your own mind, as if he knew how to talk to you without words.

And then it changed.

Whatever gentleness he gave at first turned to need. His hand latched onto your throat to keep you at his mercy on the bed, his hips pressed harder into yours despite already being as deep inside you as he could be. When your hands tried to claw at his shoulders, he glared at you, forcing them down again with his powers.

"That will not work, sweetheart; haven't you learned?"

He began to move his hips against yours, thrusting so slowly it was torturous, yet he loved it. He loved the way your eyes welled up with tears, aching for a different pace. Yes, those tears, those same tears you had him spill, now were in your eyes. Henry licked his lips, his other hand finding your breast and giving it a slight squeeze, groping it.

The sensation caused you to arch slightly, but Henry shoved his hips forward against yours, punishingly, his cock snapping into you, causing you to moan and obey him again. Lying with him, resuming the slow, aching pace.

"I wanted you for so... so long, sweetheart. Why should I rush? You don't understand the power it takes to hold back now... I am afraid your body would not endure the things I wish to do to it."

Henry gave your lower lip a nip.

"Perhaps, if you are so eager... I should give it to you, hm?" His tone was almost mocking you. "Perhaps you will surprise me... with your... resilience."

Henry tightened the hold on your throat, his hips picking up the pace in an instant, cock thrusting inside you like a feral animal, desperate to conquer your body. He was driven by something he couldn't understand, a need, a hunger that he didn't lose himself to before as completely as he had now. His mind was no longer his own, but it was intoxicated with the need to keep going, no matter what; he had to keep going. He was capable of destroying an army with a flick of his head if they'd dare interrupt him in this moment.

He grunted, his cock working at a pace that made you arch and moan, yet this time Henry didn't keep you still with his powers. No. This time he wanted to see what he made you feel. He wanted to feel each reaction of your body as he claimed it, your body and mind, both his.

He growled, leaning into your ear.

"That's it, sweetheart. Help me get away from myself..."

It was addicting, this feeling of his mind no longer his own but vassal to his desire. Vassal to the shared need you had too.

"I want to feel you from the inside."

Your body was his, but he was greedy. Henry wouldn't stop at that.

He pulled out and rolled you onto your chest, driving inside you again, this time from behind. Henry's hand slid up the back of your head, burying his fingers into your hair, gentle at first, almost hypnotic before he gripped and pulled your head back. His lips came by your ear, licking the shell of it as he pounded into you.

Your mind was as easy to penetrate as your cunt.

He kissed the back of your neck, his mind doing the talking now while he pounded into you.

"You belong to me, sweetheart. And you will take everything I give you... Without ever complaining." Henry gasped, feeling your cunt throb around him. Oh, that was right; you were close; he could feel your body nearing it. "We... are one now. Your mind is my servant. Its servant. Pride yourself on this gift..."

He kept going, his cock twitching too; after all, your minds and bodies aligned had the effect of your needs to match too. He continued at the same pace he felt you enjoyed most, one hand in your hair, the other sliding down between your legs to tease your clit.

The sensation brought tears to your eyes again, too much to take. Even if it was good, it was too much, but Henry didn't stop. That was what he wanted, to push you past every boundary you once believed yourself limited by. Quicker, more. More, until your body was mindlessly subdued to his will.

"Cum for me."

And you did, and so did he, the command powerful enough to bend the limits of both your bodies as you came undone. The bliss was liberating, your body shivering, arching into his and his own coiled around you, hips pressed into yours, seeking to cum deeper inside you. Fascinating, the bliss, the need for closeness, for absorbing the other and to become one.

He had achieved it, more than any other human ever could.

And still, it was a trick, for it wasn't enough.

He let himself drop against your back, panting, barely able to catch his own breath as you did the same. He was worn out, more than he had ever been, but it was to a blissful extent. A magnetic and captivating extent. He found your mind so easy to bend to his will, so willing that as he had fucked you, it felt as if your mind had become his; not a mere servant, but its equal and mirror.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?"

You nodded, too weak to respond with words, but pleased enough to give him an answer. His power had been indeed enchanting, because you felt it in a way that made you want to have it.

Henry had achieved it.

He had successfully shown you the allure of this gift. And had you not already wanted to be with him, you certainly did now. Henry moved away from you, giving you room to catch your breath without his weight on you. He helped you roll on your back, his hand caressing your cheek as he observed the beauty of your body. It lay there, recovering from his demonstration.

How beautiful it was, how stunning.

The only one deserving of learning to stray away from the deceptive rules of this world, away from fear. Another like himself. And despite how much there was still left for you to learn, Henry had managed to overcome the most important barrier.

Your mind, the opposition against change.

With that aside, everything else would be only a matter of time.

He pushed himself up and dressed himself while you turned to give him a curious look. With his back turned to you, he already knew you were watching. Your mind was his, wasn't it? Your thoughts- he heard them, tasted them. He knew you were curious.

Henry's head turned to yours, that menacingly innocent smile on his lips again. Yet, you found solace and comfort in it now as you always had.

"Don't worry, sweetheart..."

Henry placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

"I will be back before you know it. There are still some... things... in this facility that I must mend before we can leave."

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Title: Sleep [Part 3]

ᯓ★ 001 doesn't have to put on the good boy act when you are asleep.

Pairing: Henry '001' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things Warning: jealousy | orgasm denial 001 | ruined orgasm 001 | oral/bj | pathetic crying 001 Chapters: [Part 1] [Part 2]

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Sleep [Part 3] ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

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Perhaps there were ways, far more entertaining and effective ways, to play around with 001 and gain a proper, heartfelt regret from him. A physical approach, whilst effective, would not quite make him understand his lesson. Or perhaps it would, but would it be fun? Not quite. Which is why the approach you decided to take was a little unlike what he expected. A little unorthodox.

"Sweetheart... what are you doing here? Your shift was supposed to begin 10 minutes ago."

That was a futile question. 001 knew perfectly well what you were doing there, leaning against the lab wall, talking with one of those men in uniforms and laughing at his pathetic excuse of a joke. The orderly knew and dreaded it, but what could he do or say? How could he stop you from allowing those mongrel guards to flirt with you? You were encouraging them; you were willingly talking with them as of late to earn a reaction from him. You were letting those male guards gawk at you and facilitating that, especially when you knew 001 would be there to see.

It was never anything else, though.

It was only edging him.

Giving him the chance to see how easily it would've been for anyone else to have you if you permitted it. It gave you a rush. Being able to see the way 001's innocent face remained the same, yet every muscle in it would tense. It was hard for anyone who didn't know him to notice, but you knew him. You knew him like the back of your hand and could see how his neck would tense. His lip would twitch; his eyes would be barren of empathy as he would glare down at the guard talking to you.

His self-restraint was fascinating; that much you had to admit.

The guard checked his watch, making a half-frustrated groan and turning to 001, eyeing him lazily.

"Boy's right. See you after the shift, girl?"

"No, you won't see her," the orderly replied with an eerie yet singsongy lilt to his voice. He took a step toward the guard, with a smile plastered on his lips, but you knew that wasn't a smile. You could feel the way 001 was drilling through the other man with his eyes, the smile only a facade to restrain himself. "Mr Brenner... He doesn't tolerate this kind of indecent behaviour. It would be a shame if he came to find out. He might have you released."

"Are you threatening me, boy?" "No... of course not. I am merely letting you know that your actions can have consequences."

You had to put down your head to hide a snicker. 001 would know about consequences. However, he was taking them well. He had a smile on his face while being passive-aggressive to that guard, all for your sake. You had to admit it was quite entertaining.

"Shall we begin our shift, sweetheart?" 001 asked as he turned to you, disregarding the guard. "Hey boy, I wasn't done talking to ya'." "...oh?" 001 turned calmly to the man, "No... No, you are wrong again. You are done talking to us."

001 led you away, despite the guard's incessant snappy comments. There was no need to dwell on him yet, since there will come a time when problems like him will have a far, far more effective and quick solution. He glanced back one last time at the man, making sure his face remained imprinted on his mind. After all, he will need a test subject soon.

A few steps and around a corner, as soon as you were a safe distance from anyone else who could hear you, 001 turned to you, brow furrowed.

"I don't like this, sweetheart... This isn't fair. This isn't fair on me, or yourself..." "Putting me to sleep against my will wasn't fair either..." "But this is different. Sweetheart, this is not the same thing at all. This is... Upsetting." "That's true. But it's fun nonetheless."

001 glared at you, but he didn't dare to say anything, seeing how he was in the wrong and had to accept the punishment, whichever form it took, be it physical or making him jealous, because at the end of the day that was exactly what this was. You were toying with his feelings to make him crave you more. The harder he desired you, the more he was punishing himself.

This would be one of the days when you'd have the tea-time, but that was not going to take place anymore, was it? 001 hadn't even bothered to try. He followed you across the hall as you patrolled the area. The silence was quite painful, but 001 didn't know what he could say without making it worse for himself.

"You know... I decided to be lenient."

001's attention perked.

"I will give you a chance. Either I prolong the emotional punishment for another... full week, or you accept the physical punishment, and it ends today."

The malevolent, far too confident grin should have been a sign for 001 to choose the first option, but the prospect of it all ending today was too convenient to pass. How much damage could you truly inflict on the orderly? What kind of physical harm could you ever give him that would compare to the emotional one? None. But it felt too good to be true, right? Far too good to be true.

"Tell me more about the options, sweetheart. I can't make an educated guess otherwise." "No, you don't get to know anything else. Take your pick, or else I pick the first by default."

No. No, 001 didn't want that. The orderly didn't want the first; no more of that filthy behaviour with the guards. No more jealousy.

"I pick it all ends today," he swallowed hard, his breathing quickening a smidge as he eyed you, heart beating faster, even if the thrill wasn't even there yet. "Physical. Physical punishment. I can take it, sweetheart. Anything, if it ends today, and... and you forgive me. Please, sweetheart. Anything if it means you don't... entertain those... those-" "I got it. Come on."

You smirked, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him into your secret room. You were lucky you had never been caught, and nobody bothered to check this room, since it had become the perfect place to find seclusion in this lab. Only you two knew the kind of things this room had witnessed.

"Sweetheart," 001 whispered, closing the door behind the two of you. "We have to be careful. What if that man is following us? What if we are found out? We could lose this room..."

"Who? Oh, come on, you really think he cares enough to spy on us? He is thrilled he's got the night off. He won't be a problem. I'd be more concerned with the cameras. I heard Brenner is planning to install more."

"I heard so too... This place... Maybe we should leave it, sweetheart. Sometime. Sometime soon..."

You blocked the door, to be sure, then guided 001 to sit on the edge of your bed, which he complied with, his heart wasting no second in starting to pound painfully against his chest.

"We will. But it's not the time for that yet... Right now, it's time we make things even, hm?"

001 knew what that meant. The orderly nodded, hands clutching the sides of the bed. The man observed you curiously. His eyes followed as you paced around him, apprehension looming as he heard each soft thud of your steps echo in his throat and ears.

He watched as you got closer, how you hovered right above him, but did nothing. 001's hands remained glued to the edge of the bed, whilst you planted your hands on his knees, slowly descending before him.

001 swallowed the knot in his throat, letting his head drop back so he wouldn't see it. How you knelt before him, how your hands were working on his belt. He buried his fingers in the white sterile sheet, which he carefully changed each week, trying to keep his breathing even. His feet lodged in his shoes remained steady on the ground, his entire body tense with suspense.

"What... What is this, sweetheart? What are you doing..." "I'm punishing you. Isn't that what I said I would do?" "...This... can't be the punishment." "Because it isn't yet."

Your vagueness was enough to make 001 grunt slightly and roll his hips, trying to get more comfortable, but it was in vain. Your hands had already worked on unbuckling the belt, the metal hoop no longer a barrier to your reaching the button keeping his white trousers in place. With a light flick of your fingers, the button came undone, and you tugged his pristine white trousers lower, hearing the fabric rustle as you brought it down to his knees, before they dropped by themselves to his ankles.

He didn't dare to look down. To face your reaction. When it was just him and your asleep body, he wasn't afraid. He knew you'd not be able to judge him, but now with you awake, so many things changed. He was anxious, not because he didn't want it, but because he wanted it so deeply that he feared a negative reaction from you upon seeing him.

After all, you hadn't seen what was beneath those white trousers, but only guessed based on that wet stain you saw the week before. You didn't see the bulge, didn't feel the outline. You didn't know what to expect, and 001 feared just that. The orderly feared your reaction.

"So quick?"

001 opened his eyes, knuckles painful and white from the grip. He let go slightly, exhaling the air he had been trapping in his lungs.

"W-What's quick, sweetheart?" "You. You're already getting hard... I didn't even get to touch you..."

001 swallowed the knot in his throat. He should've guessed.

Your tone was mocking, playfully, your fingers pressing against the fabric of his boxers, outlining the shape of his half-hard cock with them. The touch, even dulled as it was by that layer, was enough to make him shudder, abdomen tensing and hips moving forward into your palm.

Too slow.

You removed your palm with a smirk.

"Oh no. No. No, you don't get to decide that now."

He peeked down at you, nodding.

"It is punishment after all, but I am sure you could manage, isn't that right?" "Yes, yes, sweetheart. I... I can."

Your fingers hooked into the fabric, making note of the slightly damp spot that had already formed on his boxers as you tugged them down, letting them fall to his ankles too. Then your fingers trailed up his thighs, nails grazing the flesh enough to earn a grunt from him. His cock twitched, and he tried to cross his legs in vain.

He had a feeling he knew what your plan was.

Of what this punishment was supposed to be, and whilst it was indeed a punishment, it did spur him on.

"You are not allowed to use your hands, understood?" "I promise, sweetheart." "You are not going to play dirty, alright? No overpowering me. You sit and take the punishment so we have it even." "I promise, sweetheart. I will accept it... for you. I deserve it."

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, giving him a few lazy strokes, which were more than enough to have him rock hard and already on the edge. It was fascinating how touch-starved he was, how needy. How easy it had been to get him to be close with only a few strokes.

His head dropped back, eyes squeezed shut. You could hear how hard he was trying to keep his breathing steady, to keep himself from rocking his hips into your hand. It was enticing, a sight. Watching how your hand stroked him lazily, far too slow and light, almost to the point he wanted to beg. But he didn't. He stopped himself, his body nearly shaking with how bad he craved it.

You stopped right as he felt he'd tip over.

His toes curled in his shoes, and he let out a pained breath mingled with a desperate whimper.

"I..." "You?" You knew he wanted to beg, but that was against his punishment. Like a good boy, he shut himself.

You smirked, hand regaining a pace. Light strokes, but your hand tightened slightly, a better grip this time, the man's own precum acting as slick to ease your strokes. 001 was getting into it. His breathing quickened again. He was feeling it build up. Your hand was enough to make him so close that he could almost feel it; he could feel it there...

And then you stopped again. A second time.

"Oh, such a shame... My hand gets tired so quick," you sighed, taunting him. It was obvious that your hand was fine, but you simply loved to take away his chance to cum, a second time now. "Oh, you were close, weren't you? I'm so sorry, that must've been awful... tut-tut." "You are cruel, sweetheart... so cruel," he cried, breathing heavily. "Oh, but it was an accident... I didn't mean to,"

You grinned, hand returning to his cock, stroking him again, this time not building the pace but giving it a quick rhythm right away, making him gasp. The gasp was feral, followed by a groan and a series of small whimpers as he felt it come closer. Once again getting so close to cum when...

You stopped. A third time.

"But no, no, this isn't right. You've never just used your hand, right? You also used your mouth." "Sweetheart... I beg... I don't care what you use, please. Sweetheart, I can't..." "Shh shh. You can, of course you can."

He winced, watching your hand wrap around him and start jerking him again. This would be the third time, and he was starting to feel like he'd cry. 001 needed to cum so desperately that he feared it would happen whether you allowed it or not. Each denied release only spurred him on further, making him feel like one more touch, no matter how light, would be enough to make him cum, shamefully, wherever he could reach.

Your hand worked at a steady pace this time, almost fooling him that this time he was going to be allowed to cum. Your mouth too joined in, lips grazing over the tip, tongue pressing flat against it. Your mouth enveloped it, sucking it lightly, taunting him. Then you took more of him, more than the head of his cock, tongue flicking slightly at the undershaft, hand still stroking the base. He was blissful, sweating. His forehead bore little trickles of it. He was dizzy, lightheaded. His eyes were watery, tears forming as he felt it so close. So dangerously close and so intense that he feared he wouldn't be able to withstand his own release.

But you were nice to him this time, right? You punished him enough. You were going to let him cum this time, weren't you? He sincerely hoped so; otherwise he felt his whole body would come apart.

You pushed him closer, and closer, feeling him twitch and his body writhing slightly as he tried to contain himself, to hold back even a moment longer. But you knew he was close, and whilst you could have forgiven him and be nice, you decided against it. You continued, tricking him into believing he was going to be allowed to cum, and you felt him relax, losing his barriers, fully allowing himself to be immersed in it.

"Sweetheart... oh, fuck... sweetheart... I think I'll..." "Hm?" "I think- I'm almost..."

You knew it, continuing until you felt it. That first twitch, the abdomen tense, the orderly's slight arch- and you pulled away. Hand and mouth, having him cum unaided on the floor tiles. This had been by far the most cruel, as you had stopped right when he needed it most, ruining his orgasm, making him tear up and rock hopelessly into nothing. He leaned forward, trying to get friction, but there was nothing to help him, nothing to make his release more pleasurable.

His body tense and he winced, shaking with each string of cum that landed on the floor at your feet. You smirked, watching his tear-stained cheeks, his innocent, betrayed expression and smiled. You pushed yourself up, guiding his chin to look at you with your index and thumb, smiling at the deliciously weakened and pathetic look in his eyes.

"Well, I think we're even now."

001 couldn't answer. After having been denied three times and his fourth being ruined, all he could do was curl into himself, his cock aching, tears ruining his face. You let go of his head and let it nuzzle your shoulder.

"Please... please make it right... Please sweetheart. One time... One. Please... Anything, just once. I learned my lesson, I beg you." "I'm sorry, love, but no," you let your hand roam through his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he continued whimpering and begging weakly against the crook of your neck. "I know, I know... I know you want it so bad, but we can't do that, dear. Not today. Today is punishment only; I warned you, baby. I know..." "But, but I..." "Shhh shhh, it's okay, you can take it. You've done so well, now we go back to our shift, hm? And as soon as the clock hits midnight, we are even." "But... but we won't be able... sweetheart, we... we wouldn't be able to do anything else tonight, and I..."

You smirked, placing a soft kiss on his forehead while he gazed up at you with the most innocent, desperate blue eyes.

"I know, baby, punishments are tough, but take the good side, hm? During our next shift together... we won't have anything holding us back anymore."

001 knew you could be stubborn, knew you'd not back down from your decision, so he knew there was no arguing to be done. He reached down, still shaky, to pull up his trousers, giving you one more soft look. Even after taunting him, tormenting him, he couldn't say he wanted to change anything. Sure, things had started off not in the best way between the two of you, but he was pleased that they progressed in a positive direction, and, at last, there was nothing else left to take out on each other. No more punishments or frustrations or resentments. From now on, he didn't have to resort to tricks...

You caught him glancing up and used the change to give his lips a kiss, light, just enough to make his thoughts come to an end and for him to blink, the slight inexpressiveness replaced by his familiar little smile.

"Do you feel ready to continue the shift?" "I.... I will be honest, sweetheart... no. Not at all... but I must."

You laughed, helping him stand and dress himself.

"That's right, love. You must, after all; that's what good boys do, and you are the best boy I know."

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Title: Sleep

ᯓ★ 001 doesn't have to put on the good boy act when you are asleep.

Pairing: Henry '001' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things Warning: smut, somno, dubcon, sleeping pills, cunnilingus

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Sleep ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 2.6k

001 wanted you to like him back.

You were special. You were a sweetheart. You were, however, not his. He didn't like that. He couldn't have that. Ever since you arrived in this facility, all you've done is make him feel things he shouldn't have felt. How dare you? How dare you get under his skin, even if it was more or less a willing decision? How dare you make 001 delay his plans for your sake?

Of course, it was merely a matter of time until you pushed him past the edge. You would refuse him, wouldn't you? He was certain you would, so why should he risk this kind of shame? You trusted him for now, saw him as someone you could rely on, and he didn't want to lose that. But the problem was, he couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't bear to see you all by yourself, so alluring. He was drawn to you like a moth to the flame, and as dangerous as this desire was, every day it became more and more a certainty that he would act upon it. Soon.

The time was ticking.

Orderly 'Peter Ballard' had no trouble walking past the guards with the substances he had temporarily borrowed from the treatment rooms. They wouldn't suspect him, not yet. He hadn't done a single bad thing warranting their attention. To them, he was orderly 'Peter Ballard' doing his rounds, nothing amiss. Nothing different from their own work. He walked past, without turning to look at them. They would pretend not to see him if he pretended not to see them.

Tricking you would be no harder.

You trusted him after all; you had no reason to doubt his kindness. So when he came during your shift with that soft, shy smile, offering you tea which he had for you, you didn't refuse it. It was a sweet gesture, since all day you had been pushed around from task to task, and you had told him about this headache, and now he brought you tea. How kind.

Kind...

It was a pleasant coincidence that your headache would arise in time. It made the 001's offer all the less likely to raise suspicion. The orderly had about an hour until the sleeping pills would knock you out.

He had to time this right.

To twist your growing fatigue on the premise of excessive work exhaustion. 001 tailed after you, watching you stagger, watching you start to fall asleep standing. How effective these medicines could be if the dose were right. But 001 had no time to linger on such thoughts, as the man rushed to your side. His arm around your waist, prompting you to stand, his other hand on your cheek.

"Hey... Y/N? Sweetheart? I got you..."

His worry was so believable that you fell for it. Perhaps the fatigue made everything so much more believable, your mind fighting to remain awake as your body became more and more limp in his hold. 001 was speaking to you, but his words were getting distorted by exhaustion, and you couldn't make sense of anything beyond the letters. You could nearly grasp these concepts, combined in these wonderful words that, had you been in your mind, would mean things.

"Easy, my goodness... oh sweetheart, let me help you." "I don't know... what's wrong." "Shh, nothing's wrong, sweetheart. Nothing's wrong. You are tired... that's all. You worked a long, long shift," his voice came in a soothing tone, as he slowly guided you around... to a room around the corner. "You need to lie down for a moment, Y/N. That's all. Don't worry, Papa won't know; he won't be mad if you take a little rest. I will vouch for it... I will tell Papa you worked so hard... You needed a break."

Of course, he could've been saying anything. Your mind was hardly comprehending anything, but the tone was enough to muffle your survival instincts, like a fly caught in a cobweb. Your feet moved, or did they? It was as if stepping on clouds, or dragging your feet? You didn't know. You were nearly asleep already.

But 001 knew that.

He timed it so intentionally, so you would be asleep by the time he reached the room. This room was abandoned, a storage room in the treatment area that he had prepared ahead of time. It was quite a struggle to get the key for it without being caught, but for you, he had to. It had probably been a treatment unit used occasionally by a nurse to sleep if the night shift wasn't too demanding. In the absence of need, the room had become abandoned and was used to store things.

But he didn't care. The bed in there was all he needed.

001 found it in poor condition. The man had to work extra to have it ready when he brought you. He had to replace the sheets without being noticed; luckily, whoever was doing the laundry never truly bothered to count, or they would've noticed an extra one that had disappeared from the count on the following laundry day.

You heard nothing when he guided you around the corner, out of camera shot. You were vaguely present, but as soon as you made the turn, you were out cold. 001 wasted no time, picking you up and taking you inside the storage room. He lay you carefully on the bed, trying not to wake you. He stopped for a moment.

This was foolish.

This could hinder everything he had worked for. Not only his plan, but also your trust in him. He had to be fast. To act before the medicine would wear out.

The man went to the door and blocked it silently with a storage box. He pressed his ear to the door to listen. No steps. There shouldn't be any; no guard was scheduled to be here for another hour. More than enough time to have you.

"I am sorry...," he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. He observed your body as you slept so peacefully. "But you might've turned me down. And... I would've felt terrible doing this to you then. Knowing you didn't want this... or... or me. Now... I harbour hope, sweetheart... I hope... Maybe you would've said yes."

Why was he explaining himself?

You wouldn't hear it. 001 was wasting precious time.

"I am sorry..."

He leaned in. The first step was the hardest. He'd never kissed anyone since being imprisoned in this facility. He hadn't touched anyone, and it was gnawing at him, this desire for closeness which he was repulsed by and equally craved.

001 hovered over your face, reluctant. Hesitant. One kiss, and this would break every form of trust if you found out.

He closed his eyes.

It was too late to draw back now.

The kiss was a gentle peck at first, testing the waters. His eyes opened, scanning your face for a reaction, but when he found none, he smiled and did it again. Another peck.

Nothing. Another. Nothing.

A soft, pleased sound escaped his lips as he roamed, lower from your lips, to your neck, kissing and nipping so tenderly that even if your sleep would become light, you'd feel it as a tickle of a hair rather than a man's passionate kiss.

He lied when he thought this would be the hardest step.

The hardest, he realised, was gaining access. Removing your trousers. But he had done more difficult things, right? He could do this. So he proceeded carefully, pulling the fabric lower, peeling it off to your knees. That should do.

He gulped.

God. He hadn't seen your thighs before. And he didn't think he'd be as impressed by them as he was... yet here he stood, swallowing hard at the sight of your inviting skin. The man leaned down, almost mindlessly, planting a soft kiss on each thigh, his eyes closing so he could focus on the sensation. Your skin, so warm, so inviting, right beneath his lips.

From here on, it went smoother, the kisses working up to your knickers, the fabric a layer that upset him. He kissed it first. The man took a deep breath, letting your scent invite him further. God, how he wished to claim you, to grab your thighs and delve in you, to eat you out with how starved he was for you.

But that would wake you up.

It would be too much.

He had to proceed more slowly. So he kissed above the fabric, kitten licks against it, starting to feel it dampen under his ministrations, slowly feeling your taste seeping through. The moment he felt it, his mind knew this wouldn't be the last time he'd do this to you. It was an addiction that began, an addiction for your taste.

One finger hooked into the damp fabric, slowly peeling it lower. Enough so the man could see for himself how your womanhood looked for him. Already plump, rosy, stimulated even through sleep by the gentle working of his tongue. He didn't waste another moment, already feeling he had lingered too much on observing.

"I knew it... sweetheart, I knew you'd be addicting..." 001 gulped, hovering over your cunt, "How dare you do this to me..."

He leaned in.

At first, kissing, then softly licking. Growing bolder as the man felt you still deep into sleep, if for occasional little squirms and soft moans. You were enjoying this... He was thrilled. You must be dreaming of it... He wondered what you were seeing. Were you dreaming of someone? Maybe of him... The idea that you might be dreaming of him going down on you aroused him, and he kept going.

With two fingers, he lightly opened the lips of your cunt, tongue pressed flat against the slit, lapping a line up to your clit where he stopped to suckle on it, lightly. The taste was more addictive than he could have imagined or pictured during the nights when he fantasised about this. You were perfect, exactly as he envisioned, and he no longer regretted doing this... if anything, he knew he would do it again.

Until maybe you'd wake up and let him keep going. Until you'd want him to do this for you.

He suckled the clit, then your lips, releasing them with a soft pop, then lapping and adding a finger to lightly stimulate your clit. He wasn't well-versed in these things, but he didn't have to be. It felt natural to do this; there was no training other than his instinct to pleasure you.

"Please, sweetheart... I know it's too much... but I believe in you...," he whispered against your cunt as he lapped eagerly. "Come on, please. Y/N... Even if you wake up, I... I don't care... I want to feel you cum..."

He knew he was on the right path.

Some signs showed it: your squirming in your sleep, the abundance of slick that he ate up with every slide of his tongue, the slight jerking of your hips when he did something right. Your little moans were, however, by far the most revealing, as the more he ate you out, the sharper and needier they were.

God, and you were still asleep.

If only you were awake, what kind of beautiful sounds would you make?

He didn't stop. The risk was great, but he needed to see your cunt clenching with an orgasm. Feel it. He changed tactics. Tongue taking charge of your clit, finger prodding your hole just enough so that when you'd cum, he'd feel.

And he wasn't disappointed.

When your climax hit, it was such a sight that he worried he had stained his own orderly trousers with the product of his adoration. The way you squirmed and how your cunt squeezed his finger, and those sounds. He wanted to keep going, but he knew he had to stop if he wanted to ever get another chance.

He took his finger away, giving your slit another lick, to gather all left slick of it and eat it up before slowly dressing you up, knickers and trousers, head turning to look at your face.

"Still asleep, sweetheart? I did so much... and yet you are asleep... Maybe-" The idea that next time he could be inside you thrilled him, but he had to hold back before he became too bold. Not this time, he told himself.

And he sat by your side.

"Mmmh..."

You were groggy. How long had you slept? It felt like millennia at best...

"Good morning, sunshine... What a sleepyhead you are," 001 smiled, looking down at you. It wasn't quite morning, but he liked teasing you.

The sight of him made you blush. There was a memory, a vague memory of a dream you had. You couldn't face him. He was so innocent, but that dream felt so real... Besides, what was he even doing here? You looked around, your surroundings unfamiliar.

Noticing your confused state, 001 pat your head tenderly.

"Sleepyhead doesn't remember she fell asleep during work? Oh, it was a good thing I was coming to let you know your shift was over, and I caught you before you could fall." 001 looked around himself, putting on a theatrical, embarrassed look which you took for honesty "I... I brought you here. It's my sneaky place. Don't tell Papa... sometimes I am so tired, and I come here and sleep a bit during my shifts. Your room was too far away..."

You snickered, obviously believing him, and growing even more embarrassed at your dream. He was so pure and innocent, how could you ever picture him in your mind in such a... way?

"Promise not to tell Papa?" "Promise."

001 helped you up, sneaking you out of the room, and showing you how to avoid the cameras. Luckily, you woke up while it was still night. You would have time to get a few more hours of rest in your own room.

But as you walked... You felt... Well, no wonder...That dream.

Your knickers were soaked. And knowing this as you walked by 001, knowing it was this orderly's fault since you had a dream...

It was so embarrassing, really, to think that you must've been so touch-starved that you fell asleep and dreamed of him going down on you. Worse, it hadn't been the first dream of this kind. This time, you had it while he was watching over you so sweetly. Oh, you were vile for wanting him... yet, you were so afraid to tell him that.

He was so preoccupied with work that asking him was like asking for rejection. You were certain that if you'd say anything, he would refuse you. So for the foreseeable future, you'd have to live with these... dreams. And hope that one day, you'd wake up and it would be more than a dream.

That one day, you'll wake up from a dream like this and see him eating you out.

"The tea..." "Tea?" "Yes, sweetheart. The tea I made for you last night. Did it make your headache go away?" "Most certainly... I didn't even remember I had a headache until you brought it up... Or that I had tea. Oh, I must've been so exhausted."

You laughed. He chuckled. Exhausted indeed.

"Then I will be sure to bring you tea more often on late-night shifts, sweetheart. If it helps you... rest."

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Title: Girlie [Part 3]

ᯓ★ . Caleb chooses you.

Pairing: Caleb Sykes x f!reader || Horizon: An American Saga Warning: a little angst, hurt/comfort, sort of happy ending? Suggestion by: @cannibalcoyote - your first suggestion felt like the perfect way to end the 'Girlie' fanfic. Chapters: [PART 1] [PART 2]

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Girlie [Part 3] ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 2.3k

"Ay, girl. Cut it out. I told ya' to keep that mouth shut when I'm speakin'!"

Junior Sykes could be more ruthless than Caleb when someone got on his nerves. The years of experience made him a more frightening presence than Caleb, since a single barked command from him silenced you. Caleb was stubborn and flammable in his manner, but easily put out, like a fire would. Junior, however, was steady... determined to have things his way, even if the exterior was one of a calmer, more calculated man. That only made Junior a bigger threat.

This is how things were going to be from now on, right? That was how the Sykes were, and there was hardly anything you could do about it now. God knows your father won't find you here, and even if you went back, then what? You'd be a disgrace, and he'll sooner kick you out than let you come back defiled and with a bad name.

You hoped you'd not regret it.

You hoped that when you ran away with Caleb, you did it to save yourself. To avoid a fate of servile obedience to a man, but you ended up worse. Or maybe it wasn't worse... Maybe no matter where you would've gone and what path you would've chosen, maybe it was meant to be this way.

You stared at Caleb, hurt, disappointed.

You learned to shut up. Not in front of Caleb, but in front of his family. He could be hotheaded, and there were undoubtedly arguments between you, but they were short-lived, if even pathetic, looking back on them. But God, his family would make this an example of why Caleb was a fool to bring you and why you've been from the start set to ruin their son. You tried to keep your arguments away from them. However, Caleb's temperament led to some erupting in front of Junior and their parents.

Those were the worst.

When it was Caleb and you, the argument would get heated, and then the heat would move into the bedroom, where all issues were resolved as quickly as they started. The swiftest way to get to a man, to Caleb, was through his pants. So most arguments, if you could even call them so, neither of you remembered by the next day.

Mrs and Mr Sykes and Junior couldn't know that.

And even if they did, they wouldn't care.

An argument was a chance to scrutinise you both, to have you both shamed for being unlike what they expected. With you, perhaps you could understand why they'd treat you so. You put their family in danger; you were a stranger that Caleb took on a whim. Not up to their standards, but their treatment of Caleb was ruthless. Far worse than yours, if you were to take into account that these were his closest ones.

"Haven't once been wrong, ay, brother? Told ya' not to bring this one into our home and ya didn't listen. You never God damn listen."

Caleb turned sharply to Junior. He was boiling. The frustration had reached a limit. He was done, so very done with his parents and Junior always barging into his life. Caleb knew himself fully capable of handling his sweetheart. Why were all these people treating him like he had to be an example of how not to be? Why couldn't they for once keep to their own fucking business? Why couldn't anyone other than you believe in him?

Caleb's stern gaze as he turned to Junior gave you chills. You were so used to his volatile crashes that now, when he was so calm, you felt there was worse to come. And you weren't the only, since all the ruckus fell into silence as his parents turned to watch Caleb with the same uneasiness.

Caleb took a step closer to Junior, looking up at him. He didn't flinch, didn't turn away even as Junior faced him. He was imposing, but Caleb didn't seem phased.

"Hell, I told ya' not to tell my girl what to do. Don't interrupt ma' girl when she's speakin', and God forbid ya' tell her to keep her mouth shut. But look at that, brother," he nearly spat that last word, every muscle in his face tense, even his neck's veins showing from how hard he was restraining himself.

Then, before you could react, before even Junior could react, Caleb's hands were in his brother's collar, shoving him roughly into the wall. The gesture was so unexpected that for a brief second Junior didn't react, finding himself pinned against the cabin's wall. But it was only a brief second, one in which Caleb let all his frustrations spill over.

His fist landed in Junior's face, one clear hit.

Junior grunted, stunned for a moment, enough to give Caleb the time to hit him a second time.

"I ain't a God damn speaker like ya', brother. Didn't think of a sermon, guess this does it too, ay?"

You watched in horror and turned to his parents. You were hopeful that they would do something. Mr Sykes scoffed; to him, it hardly mattered. If his oldest couldn't defend himself, he was worthless. If he could defend himself and win, it was Junior's job to administer the punishment on Caleb. When a man started a fight, he'd end it, so whichever the course of this fight, it was none of his business.

As for the mother, she was shocked. But the cause didn't lie in any of her sons, but in you.

As Caleb was about to strike Junior a third time, he heard a sound that made him stagger.

A slap.

His heart sank.

Caleb prayed in that moment that it hadn't been his father who struck you, and good thing it hadn't been him, or your head would've spun a full round before coming to a stop, that harsh was that man's hand. It had been his mother.

"It is ya' fault my sons are fighting! Look what ya've done!"

He let go of Junior and dashed to your side, getting in his mother's face. Caleb wouldn't hit her. He knew better than to lay a hand on a woman.

"Oh ya' barkin' hag, it ain't the girl's doing that none of ya' stay out of my God damn li-"

A blunt whack brought the silence again.

Caleb staggered, clutching his head, nearly dropping to his knees.

Junior had recovered, and before any of you could see him, he had fetched a bottle and smashed it over Caleb's head to stun him. When you watched Junior, you saw a red trickle of blood from his nose, dripping down his lip to his jaw. But his eyes were stern, and he seemed as if he couldn't feel any pain from the punch he got. You tried to say something, but you knew that if you made a single sound, you'd be done for.

Junior shot you a look, cold, so cold that it made your head drop, unable to face him. His mother and father were watching, this time without saying anything. The older brother was in charge of Caleb's fate. He had always been.

He kicked Caleb again, this time with his foot, before hunching down to grasp him by the vest, dragging him outside and tossing him in the muddy ground. Caleb remained curled, clutching his own head as Junior went and retrieved his hat and gun and shoved them on the ground by the man's side.

Junior stared at you, and you knew to follow him. If you wouldn't, you'd be thrown out as unceremoniously as Caleb and his things had been. You rushed outside to Caleb's side, and Junior stood in the doorway, wiping his bloody nose with a displeased grunt upon seeing the blood.

"That ungrateful bastard taught ya' to ride, hadn't he?" Junior mouthed, sternly, "Ya' take him and ya'self outta' here before I hunt ya' both down. And I don't wanna see him set foot anywhere here until he's learned to respect us."

Caleb lifted his head from the ground, watching Junior. The hatred in his eyes made you want to tell him to be careful, else he'd have a worse fate.

But Junior saw it and scoffed.

"Watch it. Ya', my brother," Junior licked the few droplets of blood that lingered on his lip, which had avoided the sleeve wipe. "I ain't gonna do ya' more than this. But I can't promise the same about ya' girl. She ain't nothing to the Sykes, and trust me, brother. If I weren't a merciful man, she would've been long gone."

Caleb swallowed. You could see him hold back.

You tried to help him stand, but he refused help, pushing himself up. A hand still holding his head. You could see droplets of blood staining his palm and knew you'd have to help him out, but it was best to leave first.

"I ain't a coward. I ain't afraid to make ya' pay for threatening ma' girl."

"No, brother, ya' just a fool," Junior laughed, leaning into the doorframe. "Been a fool when ya' brought her here. Ya' knew the Sykes won't let a stranger in."

There was a lot Caleb Sykes wanted to tell his brother, but the sun was beginning to hide behind the line of trees, and he knew he'd better leave before it got too dark. If he begged, he'd be let in again. But he wouldn't apologise, he wouldn't beg, not after what they had done to you and him today.

Perhaps Junior was counting on that.

Perhaps he was counting on Caleb humiliating himself and coming back to the Sykes so their lives could go back to the way they were. You thought so too; after all, it was madness to leave.

And yet you forgot the most important of things... his stubbornness.

Caleb's free hand came to your shoulder, and he pulled you into his chest, so you couldn't see the look he gave Junior, the parting look.

"The Sykes' home had never been big enough for the both of us." "Caleb, don't ya' start..."

Caleb squeezed you slightly into his chest. Almost to ground himself. Although you weren't sure if he was doing this for himself or for you. Or both. He licked his lips as he stared at Junior.

"Let Ma and Pa keep their good son, and think me dead," He scoffed, turned his head away and spat on the ground, while you clutched to his chest, feeling the weight of his words, "They never had room for a second son."

Perhaps Junior would've said something.

But he didn't.

And Caleb wouldn't hear it anyway.

"Come on, girl. We ain't stayin' here no more," and with that, he took you along to his horse. "Was about time I took ya' some better place."

"Ah, son of a bi-," Caleb grasped the end of a table, burying his fingers into the wooden margin, "This shit hurts more than the God damn bottle."

"It wouldn't hurt if ya' stood still. I am tryina' check how bad it is..."

Patching him up was a tough job. He was refusing all help, and the only way to prove to him that it was for the best was to set dinner before him. To get him distracted. Perhaps his pants weren't the only way to get him to comply; perhaps his stomach was too. So with dinner before him, you could finally try to check how bad the wound in his head was... bad enough, you realised, you had to hold something to it. But you weren't good with this stuff, and Caleb was no better.

In the end, his pain relief was simple.

Adding a bottle of liquor next to his chicken.

"So what now? They ain't gonna let us stay here long," you asked, looking around at the makeshift home you were in.

An old friend of the Sykes had housed Caleb, unaware of what occurred between him and the family. By the time he'd find out, you'd be long gone. He only told the man he'd gotten it rough with another man and needed to stay the night, and that worked. You were surprised anyone was on good terms with the Sykes. It proved helpful.

"Hell, girlie. I ain't done here...," Caleb raised his head to look at you, then lowered it back to his food. "Ya' don't think we can make a run back to ya' daddy and tell him I saved ya'? Maybe he'll be nice enough to let us stay and marry ya' to me for ma' good deeds."

You shot him a glance, a very clear, no.

"Worth a shot," Caleb laughed, before wincing slightly at the sharp pain at the back of his head. "Don't worry, girlie... I ain't the man to give up easily. I'll find us something. I ain't proud of ma' family, but I be a Sykes to death and ya' be ma' girl. That makes ya' a Sykes to me! And a real Sykes protects his girl."

You turned away, worried, but Caleb pulled you into his lap, smiling through the pain in his head.

"Hell, if I ain't praising the day I made the choice to come back for ya'... God, girl, I ain't gonna let anything happen to ya' so don't worry and eat something too, will ya'? Else I'll have it all, and ya'll go to bed without a bite."

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i know that requests are closed but I'm sick. Like real real sick. I ain't sure what I have. So before i die, perhaps I will not. Maybe I'm just a drama queen. So... I need something with Sinclair. Or Colonel Brandon. I love them both. Very. Perhaps Colonel Brandon more. Yeah... I love him more. He's more romantic and so... gentle. Yeah, I need this. A little smut. Wife x husband. Perhaps pregnancy in it too because I feel like i'm pregnant because I'm on my period as well! I love being a woman. I don't even know why I'm writing this. I'm half dead in my bed. Trying to survive. Thank you very much if you do it and if you don't, it's okay. I probably won't die. It was just so you'd pity me and make an exception about requests. Anyway. Have a nice night. Love your fanfics. Love y'all.🤧🫠🫶

It was too much wasn't it? I think I'm talking to myself. Nevermind. I'm crazy and I love Alan. I miss him. Damn... now I'm crying. Anyway.

Title: Wed

ᯓ★ An itty bitty Brandon image for you! I hope this works! I finished writing my thesis about Sense and Sensibility so that's almost 60 pages of analysing the characters and I have a bit of a burnout when it comes to them. I did try my best to write something for you though.

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x f!Reader || Sense and Sensibility Warning: light smut, marriage, pregnancy

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Wed ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 1.1k

"I must confess… I find myself stirred by the prospect of this evening's event…"

The first night after marriage was always one that everyone talked about. It wasn't discussed blatantly, of course. It would be an impropriety. But ladies and gentlemen alike would always find ways to sneak a remark or two, a hint, into their conversation. The slightest suggestion of what is expected of every wed pair.

Some participants were more restrained in discussing such matters, but others, such as Mrs Jennings, were forward. Far too forward.

And thus the whole day in which you and the colonel were wed became Mrs Jennings speculation ground for what your first night together would be like.

"Oh, but I am quite persuaded to believe the colonel shall prove himself a gentleman of uncommon distinction! Not at all like the general run of his sex in the affairs of the bedro-" "Mrs Jennings!"

And she'd laugh. Much to everyone's discomfort, but especially Brandon's. The pressure he began to feel exacerbated with the day's passing, and when you found yourselves alone in the domain, the colonel was almost evasive. You weren't going to chase him, having already guessed his discomfort. And what a shame, this had to be a day of joy! Which Mrs Jennings had managed to cast a shadow over.

But it was inevitable that in the end, you and Brandon would be sharing a room. Once the servants had taken their leave and you were alone in the light of a few candles, the colonel expressed himself.

"I must confess… I find myself rather stirred by the prospect of this evening's event…" "Oh, my dear…"

Your hand came to take his, bringing it to your lap. His gaze remained somewhat away, his demeanour uneasy. Reluctant. His fingers were shifting lightly as he expected you to continue. You were sitting together on the edge of his bed, nervous. You were determined to prove your devotion to him.

Even if it made you both timid.

"I trust, Colonel, that, considering your years and experience, with the vast extent of your travels, this cannot be the first instance of your dalliance with a woman."

"I shall not gainsay the veracity of your words, dearest. Alas, I fear I have long since sullied the purity which you yet possess, and I am overcome with mortification on the account of this transgression," the colonel confessed, with his eyes focused on the way your palm was so tenderly holding his own hand, larger, perhaps more calloused.

He watched, then after a lazy blink, he closed his fingers in a gentle grip on your hand, bringing it to his lips and bestowed a kiss upon it. The longing he had for you was undeniable, even from this light of a kiss. Where propriety demands restraint, restraint there will be, and so he refrained from making a move without your expressed encouragement that he should.

"It is, as a matter of course, the custom that this eve, we must…," the colonel continued, words spoken dryly, nervously. "However, should the prospect of this event render you uncertain, I perceive no impediment to a brief… waiting. And should inquiry arise, I shall..." "My dear colonel, Mrs Jennings shall never alter her course. Her pronouncements were, to put it mildly, uncalled for. Her suppositions were crude and altogether wanting in propriety. Despite her gentle birth… She did shock none in this company this day, as we were all well aware and, indeed, anticipated such behaviour," you assured him, hand reaching for his cheek and cradling it against your palm.

This time, unable to ignore your touch, he surrendered, and his gaze met yours. The warmth you found in his sterile gaze would've shocked you, had you not been accustomed by now to this tempered man who, even in moments of fierce closeness, found a way to remain grounded. Your fingers grazed along his jaw, coaxing him closer. Despite seeing through your plan, he leaned in until his forehead was resting against yours.

There was no need for any further words to be exchanged, as your intention had been made clear, and the colonel was a man of actions more than words. He let your foreheads rest against each other for a moment before his hand took hold of your wrist, guiding your hand to his shoulder. Once you held onto his shoulder, his hand moved to your lower back, guiding you to lie back with him, making sure the movement wouldn't be too sudden.

The colonel had you resting on your back so tenderly that when your back hit the mattress, it was as if you had been floating for those few brief seconds. His other hand leaned on the bed for support, then he lowered himself onto his elbow, palm resting under your head. With your lower back released, he slid his arm beneath your skirts, pushing them up enough so that the reach of his fingers would be better. As he traced your thighs, he was reverent, if a little frightened, not too much or too little, attempting to be just perfect.

His lips met yours, and the kiss, just as his touch, was akin to worship. Tender, feathery, respectful. Soft pecks that left your lips to adorn your jaw and neck instead.

"I must express my profound gratitude for your kind approval in allowing me to be the gentleman who performs this service for you…"

"Was it altogether requisite to extend an invitation to Mrs Jennings?" "Were we to omit such civility, she would, without doubt, deem us discourteous and possessed of the most lamentable character…" "Would that truly be so grievous a circumstance?"

The colonel almost laughed. Almost. Restrainting himself with only a slight chuckle as he leaned closer, cradling your face in his palm and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"You must know, had it been a trifling dinner party, I might have contrived for the invitation to miscarry… but these are momentous tidings we are to impart. It is not every day one finds oneself in the position to proclaim…"

You hushed him.

The Dashwood sisters arrived. The colonel smiled, for the ladies were always rays of sunshine, and he was fond to see them grow into splendid women day by day. He invited them in, leaving you temporarily by yourself to watch the window expectantly… nervously even.

After all, it wouldn't be an easy task announcing your pregnancy to everyone, but especially Mrs Jennings, who would make the news circulate way more than you might like.

[spectrestrings]

Title: Sadist

ᯓ★ The last sir John fanfiction from the BDSM series!

Pairing: Sir John x f!Reader || Emanuelle Warning: smut, wax play, choking, dacryphilia, pain play, sadism (obviously)

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Sadist ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 1.2k

"Don't worry... It won't hurt if you stay still..."

But it did.

A slight burning sensation dropped on your arm. It made you flinch and hiss. At first shocked, you stayed still, but then you tried to shake off the scorching drop that met your skin.

Despite your winces, Sir John didn't help. He stayed still and watched you squirm. On his face, a pleased grin formed, and as soon as it did, another burning drop hit your skin, right above the first.

"Darling, that's the whole excitement of wax... I've gone through such trouble to get this candle, and now look at you? Trying to stop me. Hm, yes. That's right," Sir John sulked at once. "Not me. You're trying to stop the feeling. Because you... You're still acting as if I'm not here. As if it's not me causing this to you. Your resilience is... unique. Foolish, yet so very enticing."

Your skin tensed, expecting another touch of the burning liquid, unsure of when it would come. Sir John had made sure you'd be blissfully unaware of what he meant to do with you, having covered your eyes. He forbade you from focusing on anything but your senses. He tried, once again, to make you acknowledge him.

"Is this too much, darling? Is a drop of wax too much? All you need to do is...," but he stopped himself. He knew you won't give in. Not from this alone, and the thought you might made him laugh softly. The sound seemed a threat. A warning that he was about to do more to you. A rush of adrenaline coursing through you, making the stinging liquid pale in comparison to what you thought he'd do next.

Maybe he should go further than he ever has before. What if he made things a little more fun?

Sir John blew out the candle and then put it aside. You heard it being placed on the nightstand and expected to hear him pick something else. Your ears perked. You braced yourself to distinguish the nature of your next punishment. But there was nothing. No leather, no silk, no heavier object. He picked nothing. There was nothing. Perhaps that should've been a relief, but it wasn't. The concern about what he was going to do was growing. There was no hint now as to his intentions.

And then you felt it, his hand latching onto your throat, thumb pressed against your windpipe. Sir John knew precisely how to press so that he would control how much you could breathe, if any. You tried to clutch his wrist in surprise, and you heard him laugh.

You broke.

Not entirely, that was true. But this was the first sign of submission. Fighting back. Had it been that easy? Choking you was all it took to make you notice him? After all he'd done to you, was this where you drew the line?

But much to his entertainment, you realised you slipped. Your hand let go of his wrist, allowing him to keep going. You knew to trust him, and so you let go, once again pretending what he did had no impact on you. Good Lord, did that make him throb. His cock had been hard all along; in fact, he could barely restrain himself when he was around you, but now? Now more than ever, he was feeling his trousers caging his excitement.

His hand kept holding your throat until he saw them.

A few tears began to form at the corners of your eyes, and in the same breath, he nearly came on himself. Those salty drops, streaming across your cheeks, made him want to claim you. To drop all teasing, all acts, to claim you until you'd scream his name.

But that wouldn't suffice.

It never sufficed in making you acknowledge him. He had to keep going.

He hovered closer, until his lips were inches from your ear, his hand loosening the grip on your throat, making you gasp.

"Darling, God knows... if you would give in already... If you would say you want me..." Sir John began to plead, "I wouldn't drop until you passed out on my cock. I'd make you feel what nobody could ever make you feel... You know it, don't you? I learnt everything about you..."

He reached down with his free hand, kneading your breast, before lightly pinching the nipple. It made you arch, to nearly break. Sir John gasped, hopeful. He was so close to staining his trousers just from watching you like this.

"Good Lord, I need you. And you need me. Only I know every dirty little kink you have. Every fetish that you'd never dare to share with the world... I know them all. I crave them all. There is no man, none, as willing as I to worship you... But for that... all you need to do is say it," his fingers twisted lightly at your nipple.

The more he pushed your boundaries, the more he could almost feel it. He could taste your defeat on his lips, nearing. Closer and closer. You had done so much for him, so many times. For once, his own desperation became a nuisance against pleasure. He didn't want you to play anymore. He wanted to win, to make you break, and then he could claim you as you had both craved for so very long.

You had given him all he wanted, had obediently served him, and now the game was up. His fingers pinched the other one, slightly harder. The few tears left lingering on your cheeks, he leaned down and licked them off you, groaning. He was hard, too hard to contain his filthy needs.

"The game is up. I've had my fill... You no longer have to fight it. Let go. Just let go..."

His hand released your nipples and latched onto your hair, under your head, holding your head almost tenderly in his palm. His other hand released your neck and took your wrist, pinning it almost reverently on the bed by your head. The swift change from the sadism of his actions to this almost loving twist confused you.

Did he mean it? This time you were inclined to believe him...

"Please, let go. Let me fuck you as you deserve it. I need you. I love you. Just say it... say you want me. Tell me to worship you as you had worshipped me. Tell me to-" "Fine! Ah fuck... please fuck me. Stop this and just fuck me."

There was a pause, a pause in which the shock of your words made him pant, his head dropping to rest against yours. He said nothing, merely caught his breath. But had your eyes been uncovered, you would've seen the smirk that was growing on his lips.

"Well, would you look at that... I finally won. So the secret to making you break had always been..."

He laughed, but you couldn't tell if he was mocking you... And perhaps not even Sir John knew whether he had lied or told you the truth in that heated confession.

"Telling you that I love you, hm?"

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Title: Another [Part 2]

ᯓ★ . Caleb Sykes finds out he is going to be a dad again!

Pairing: Caleb Sykes x f!reader || Horizon: An American Saga Warning: married!Caleb x Reader, dad!Caleb, fluff, a bit of angst Suggestion by: @posiebb and @flowerfike (the 'my dear' effect)

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Another [PART 2] ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 1k

"I'll be damned, girl."

Caleb Sykes pushed himself up on his elbow, his eyes fixed on your stomach. He was lying on his side, his head on your shoulder, his hand resting on your tummy, when he felt something. Something that made him shoot up faster than the sound of a gun being fired.

"I'll be damned if I didn't feel a kick."

You laughed.

There had been signs... for the past weeks. Numerous signs made you aware that Caleb had managed to get you pregnant again. But seeing the shock, that disbelief... It was too entertaining. There had been missed periods, but you put that on the tougher work you've been doing around the cabin. But when you began to feel ill in the mornings and to crave the most unusual of things, that made it crystal clear to you.

But you didn't tell Caleb. You didn't want to get his hopes up in case you were wrong. So you waited until a definite sign would make itself known. What else if not a kick... a kick from the little one.

The first happened when Caleb was out with your daughter to visit Junior. You were all by yourself when it happened, making you hold onto your belly and lean against the table, out of breath.

So it really was true.

You bore Caleb's second child.

After that event, it was a matter of time until you got Caleb to feel it too. You coaxed him into spending the evening in bed by your side, and, lucky for you, he was not quite bright enough to sniff out why you'd want that. Or why you insisted on his hand resting on your belly while you spoke.

But when the kick came, that made it all known to Caleb, too.

"Ya've known, girl. Ya've known and didn't tell me? You cunning-" "I wasn't completely sure. I had a hunch... I didn't want to get your hopes up." "Hell, I'll be a father again." "You already are."

Caleb rolled his eyes at your teasing comment, his hand brushing against your belly. He was waiting for another kick. He was transfixed, completely still, absorbed by the prospect of feeling his child again.

"Junior ain't gonna believe it. He'll think ya've slept around. That I couldn't possibly-" "And you'll believe Junior?" "Hell, I'd sooner burn his best hat to a crisp," said Caleb, a joky lilt in his tone.

You laughed, and Caleb grinned. You weren't sure if he was actually joking. But knowing how impulsive he could get when angered, you suspected he would really do that.

"How long until I meet him? Or her... or maybe them."

Caleb was getting greedy. Wasn't another one enough? Did he want twins?

You buried your hand in his hair, leaning to place a kiss on his forehead. The man was grateful, but his attention remained on your belly. You had a feeling he would not move until he felt another kick.

"Them? Ya' think we afford to raise more than two?" "That ain't a worry ya' should have, girl. That's the man's worry. The more kids a man's got, the better the man. Makes him work harder." "Caleb, we spoke about this. Your work ain't the safest. We need to be careful."

Caleb grunted.

He let his head rest in the crook of your neck and breathe, allowing the room to fall silent for a while.

"Ya' know I ain't happy to be wrong, girl. But we'll make ends meet, don't ya' worry. I'll find a way." "I know you will, Caleb. I know you'll never let me... us, down. You're a good man, Caleb. Despite what the other Sykes would say. Above all, you're the only one who takes care of his family as a man should."

For Caleb, this was a sensitive topic. Not that he'd ever admit. He remained quiet, massaging your belly, his hand large and slightly calloused but warm and comforting against your skin.

"Hell if I'll ever prove a father like mine. Ya' know how old Sykes is, girl. If I even try to go that path with ya' and my kids, put a bullet through my head." "Oh, Caleb... no. Don't start that..." "No, girl. I'll start that. Ya' know the kind of man my father is... I would've been better off without that man raising me. A drunk, a brawler without a damn worry about his kids. He tossed Junior and me out in the god damn snow to freeze more nights than I can count. Hell, if I ever-" "You won't. Caleb. You're not like him."

Caleb grunted and attempted to stand up when he felt it again. A slight shift right beneath his palm. A kick. Both of your heads turned to your belly, and Caleb watched breathless, his own palm.

"The babe's kicked." "He's tried to kick some sense into you, Caleb. Heard you talk nonsense and shut you up." "Think's a boy then?" "Only a boy would shut his dad up like that." "Our girl shut me up before, too, don't ya' forget." "Oh, please... You two always squad up against me."

Caleb scoffed and turned to you, kissing you hard, but just as he did, he felt another kick. He broke the kiss, and you laughed, watching the fascinated reaction on his face.

"Oh, Caleb, it ain't our first, babe. Why are you so shocked?" "No. Ya' right girl... ain't the first but... God damn if it ain't a miracle. Ya' a miracle girl... one was a struggle and now another? And ya' still willing to let me give ya' more? Ya' know the other Sykes would kill for a woman like ya'."

He stroked your belly so tenderly, almost as if he was afraid his strength might cause harm if he pressed too hard. His touches were light, tender. And he leaned away from your lips to press a kiss to your belly instead. His hair pooled forth, framing his face, hiding the kiss from your sight. But you felt it nonetheless, alongside the light itch caused by his stubble.

"I ain't getting out of my head what a god damn miracle you and my children are, girl..."

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[spectrestrings]

Title: Wardrobe

ᯓ★ 7 minutes in Heaven with Theo Deschamps! I finished Theo before Caleb so there you go! I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Theo Deschamps x f!Reader || The Trials Warning: smut, dry humping, f!receiving

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Wardrobe ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 1.2k

"Oh, it's going to be fun, don't sulk. Come on, when have I ever lied to you?" Theo Deschamps didn't like the look you gave him. He snaked his arms around your waist from behind, his head dropping on your shoulder, almost as if he was about to beg near your ear. Beg you to give this a chance. But he didn't beg… Not right away.

"I know. I know. You're right… It's quite childish. Not the most mature thing I've done- and before you say anything, yes, Y/N. I know I throw myself… and you, in silly situations a lot. But that makes life fun, right? A bit of a thrill?"

Your friend group's voices called you over. After Theo gave you a gentle squeeze, you had given in reluctantly. Theo knew you had from the way you sighed, and immediately upon feeling the sigh, he laughed against the back of your shoulder.

"You won't regret it… Your Theo knows how to have fun."

"… I thought the wardrobe they'd use would be slightly bigger. Hey! Don't blame me… I didn't know they'd end up with 7 Minutes in Heaven. Lord, you think I'm that desperate that I'd do it in a wardrobe? No offence, but if I wanted to have sex with you, I could have done it so much easier in a bed and without a bunch of pairs of ears around us."

Theo Deschamps grumbled in an offended tone, shifting slightly to try to get into a more comfortable position. This wardrobe wasn't it for comfort; he barely had enough space to fit in completely, let alone do something with you in there. He had standards… for a fuckboyish wizard that he was.

"Hey! I told you already. I didn't know they'd be doing 7 Minutes," Theo whispered-shouted, sharing your frustration. "I thought we were doing truth or dare or something. Spin the bottle. Not this… and especially not in this wardrobe."

Theo elbowed the wooden walls of his enclosure, shifting again. This time, the way he moved had the unforeseen - quite literally, since everything was pitch black - consequence of brushing against you.

"I know. I know. I'm not trying anything. I told you, it's not my thing either. Hey! Fuck. I said it's not my thing, but it can become my thing really quick if you don't stop pressing yourself into me like that."

You committed the same error as he did. In an attempt to get into a more comfortable position, you created more friction. And Theo… Theo already struggled daily to keep his hands off you, and now he had probably the hardest time despite his reassurance that this wasn't his thing.

How were you so sure he wanted you?

That tent in his trousers pressing into you was good enough proof despite his words. Unless he had secretly snuck something in his trousers' crotch, he was definitely having a hard-on.

"Okay. Fine," Theo whispered in your ear, so the others would hopefully not hear it. "I may be enjoying this a bit… Okay. Okay. A bit… more, but don't jump at me. I should be mad not to enjoy it."

His hands gripped your hips, and he pressed you into him, rolling his hips once so you could feel how hard he already was.

"I have my girl… here. God, you already know how hard it is to keep my hands off you. I can have you now… Everyone outside knows. Expects it. Why shouldn't I? You want it too, darling."

His voice had shifted significantly from the scoff of displeasure to this gentler, needier wisp that lingered in his whisper. He kneaded your hips, rolling his into you. That initial friction made it unbearable to hold back.

"I know. I know. You are afraid the door will open, and our friends will catch us in the middle of it, hm? But that's the fun of it. I wonder how many minutes we have left… 5…?"

Theo's voice made it obvious that he had in mind to make the best of these 5 minutes, so he started to thrust his hips boldly into you, the friction mingling with the anxiety of knowing the door could open at any time, making him twitch.

"I know. I know I'll fuck up my trousers. Don't you worry… I don't care. I need you. I don't care if they shame me with it… I can't keep myself away from you. And you're encouraging it, darling… Pressing into me like that..."

Theo ground up into you, his fingers inside your trousers, seeking your clit right away. He had no time to take it easy. Not when the clock was ticking. His fingerspads began rubbing circles around your sensitive bundle while he rode up your thigh.

"Oh, don't you dare complain you want me inside you, baby. I told you to wear a skirt this time, and you turned me down. This is the best I can do with what I'm given. But don't worry, after this stupid game, I'll make up for it. Shit…"

The time was closing in. Theo could feel the shuffling outside. What did they have left? 3… 2 minutes? Fuck. He wasn't going to give in. He knew what you needed, what you craved, and his fingers continued working on you as he sought his own release, humping your thigh.

"Oh Lord, you're so fucking hot. Yes. Yes, I know I can't see shit. Doesn't mean you're not hot. I have a mental image and a contour in my arms. Fuck..."

He felt your hand grab at his arse and gasped, grinding into you more ardently, his lips kissing everywhere he could reach. Lips, cheeks, eyes, nose. He didn't know. He didn't care. He just needed you.

"I think we've got a minute. Come on, baby. Come for me, please. In my hand. Please… Yes, I know you're pissed at me for this, but please… please."

Theo was as close as you were. Feeling it coming, knowing, despite the playful grumpiness, you were about to reach your climax too. And you did. Before him, a few seconds before you came undone against his fingers, thighs clenching around his arm. Theo gasped, feeling your body respond to him.

"That's it, baby… that's it. Fuck… I'm going to cum too-"

TIME'S UP.

The doors flung open. Theo took his hand out of your trousers right in time, but the announcement cut him short of his own orgasm. He was certain this was a conspiracy against him. He was on the verge of it… and was cut short. The shame was there, appearing with his stranded erection in front of everyone. But he did mean it that he didn't care that much. So what if they saw he was hard? They wouldn't have been any better if they had been in his place.

He went with you, both dishevelled, to sit together while another couple was shoved into the wardrobe. As the others began to count, you turned to him, and he eyed you, both knowing this was a sign to sneak together to the bathroom to finish off what you started.

"I know, darling… I know. You were right again… but this is why I love you. You're always forgiving me for these stupid stunts I pull."

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devil wears prada dump bc im so excited for friday. oh my god

the last 3 are older but i thought id share again anyways:3 bc i like them

[spectrestrings]

Title: Laboratory

ᯓ★ a kind of 7 minutes in Heaven with Henry '001' Creel!

Pairing: Henry '001' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things Warning: smut, unprotected p in v, 001's in your mind and not only

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Laboratory ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 1.8k

"Hush... hush now. Can't you hear... Y/N? They are here."

001 shoved you inside one of the closets and shut the door behind you. 001 was careful that the metallic slam wouldn't alert the guards. They were patrolling, searching for you two. He was breathing in, his chest pressed against yours, raising with each breath. Slowly. Controlled. 001 was doing his best to steady. To calm his breathing, not to alert the guards.

"Where did they go?" "Fuck, Brenner's going to have our heads." "Worse..." "What can be worse?" "Do you really want to find out?"

The guards passed. They were arguing by the closet. 001 froze, holding his breath, squeezing you against him. His hand rests at the back of your head, nestling it carefully into him. A quiet gesture that made you aware that you must remain quiet.

The steps froze.

The voices stopped, almost eerily, right as they faced the closet. Then the steps resumed, nearing you. 001 squeezed you tightly, both your breaths held. 001's head leaned forward. He clutched onto you. He wanted to shield you in case the door opened.

"Come on," "...uh? Yeah... coming..."

And then the steps grew quieter... further. Further away until 001 was certain the guards were gone. You were safe. 001 let his head drop against your shoulder as he exhaled the breath he was holding, panting heavily as soon as the adrenaline wore off slightly.

"They almost got us..." "But they didn't." "That's right, sweetheart... Y/N... We were smarter."

001 smiled, but you wouldn't know. The closet was pitch black and cramped. All you could make out was the shape of 001's body pressed into yours. The man's hand lingered at the back of your head, the other at the small of your back.

"You were smarter," you corrected him. He had been the one shoving you in there.

You heard a small chuckle, a snicker coming from 001, followed by a soft shake of his head.

"No... No, sweetheart. This was luck. I had you here... I wanted to save you. If it were just me, I would've been caught. So it's thanks to you that we escaped."

He praised you.

The hand on the small of your back massaged you. Stroking in slow circular motions. Soothingly. Even though you were safe now, 001 didn't let you go. The orderly kept you close, caressing the small of your back. Despite how stressful the situation had just been, you felt comforted and safe in 001's arms. You could smell him underneath the miasma of lab disinfectant and dubious substances. Beneath it all, you felt his scent, luring you into relaxing. And he sensed it too, in the way your body so willingly nestled against his.

"We should get out..." "No... No sweetheart. We can't yet. It could be a trick to catch you... no. We must stay a bit longer..."

The way 001 said it made you suspicious.

The honeyed tone, the soft baby-talking, hinted to you that he wanted a few minutes of peace with you. So you didn't call him out on it. Why should you? The softness, the protective, if slightly possessive attitude, was endearing.

So you nodded, your own arms slithering around his torso, embracing him. A second passed... and then another... and as they did, the atmosphere grew heavy with something different, no longer the anxiety of hiding but the thrill of being together like this. How long had 001 tried to keep his hands off you? It wasn't part of his plan. Not something he had to do... this was frivolously human of him to crave. The touch of another. Yours.

But was it truly that wrong when you were the one to escape with him? To align with his cause? Where others failed to see the meaning of his plan, you did. And you risked yourself to follow him. You were as he was, another one who saw the world for what it truly was, humans for their worth.

"Can I touch you, sweetheart?"

How innocent the tone for the weight of his words. They left his lips before the meaning had fully morphed in his mind. 001 appeared as shocked to hear them as you, judging by your soft gasp.

"I am ... sorry. I shouldn't have asked..." 001 apologised rapidly, but 001's own words were cut short by a shuddered breath, a soft gasp. "Ah, sweetheart..."

He felt it.

Tantalising, the touch of your hand brushing against the crotch of his pristine white pants, coaxing him. He fell into temptation without restraint or thinking. His hips softly pressed forward into your palm.

"Y/N... This is more than I..." "Than you can take?"

Your bold taunt caused 001 to tighten the grip on your hair, blindly shoving his lips onto yours to kiss you. He wasn't going to deny himself anymore. All of those plans done together, the desire to change the world in ITS design... all done with you. There were many flaws that humans had, flaws ingrained irrevocably in the fabric of individuals. One such flaw was this insatiable, unappeasable parchedness that scrotched him each time he glanced at you.

But now you couldn't run. Even if you had tried, 001 doubted he'd let you go. Maybe, just maybe, had he been in control of himself... he might've. But the Mind Flayer gave him the strength to have what he wanted. 001 wanted you... And he would have you. Without that irking device to stop him, what could you do?

Did you even want to do anything?

No.

001 could feel you wanted this. You wanted the bliss which came with understanding the other so profoundly. So profoundly that every cell felt connected to the other.

"Than you can take."

001 returned the playful threat, backing you against the closet wall, the metallic chill hitting your back. You arched against 001's chest as he swallowed your gasps, muffling them. He kept the back of your head protected with his hand, but he no longer held you by the lower back. Instead, his hand went lower, to your arse. He squeezed it greedily, taking in as much of the flesh as he could and letting an excited, shaky breath pass his lips as he broke the kiss.

He couldn't back out now. They'd have to tear him away...

001 pushed his crotch up against yours, rolling his hips into you whilst his lips found your neck, nipping and licking at the eager hot flesh, so very alluring against the chill of the lab. He claimed your neck with his lips and teeth and tongue, soft grunts passed by your ear, making your knees weak. His hips kept rolling, causing that frivolously primal reaction to show. The growth, the tent... the erection tightly stretching the fabric of his orderly trousers.

You reached down blindly and fiddled with the buttons, guiding yourself by the rustle of the fabric. You pushed them lower, and he ground into you more desperately, kneading your arse.

"It's not enough... it will not be enough..." "What more-" "You'll see..."

His hand came to help you with your gown.

That lab gown he'd dread now seemed his best friend. It was so much easier to gain access to you, pushing up the fabric and slipping his hand to your knickers. His middle finger pressed right into the fabric, against the slit, sensing the damp material - the only barrier between you two. You had begun to stroke him, but he wasn't satisfied. Not when he could feel all of you.

"Trust me... Let this happen... We need this to happen..." "But..." "Nobody will know. You and I... and nobody else." "What if we get caught?" "I will protect you... Y/N... Didn't I tell you? Don't be afraid of them anymore. They can't hurt us."

001 had murmured those words, but his hand worked. He had angled himself, pushing himself little by little against your cunt, while you kept your knickers aside with one finger. How lewd and yet... safe. Nobody could know or see... Not even you could see the extent of your actions. Only feel his size as it rocked slowly up, pressing further and further up inside you. And then it halted.

The hand in your hair never left... the other, however, moved to your outer thigh, caressing it as he began to thrust. Slowly... almost as if rocking you.

"Thank you..." "Don't thank me. I wanted it too..." "Thank you," he insisted. "Please... continue to trust me, sweetheart. Put your trust in me... let your mind be free... Relax... Let me be inside of you."

But it was more.

More than his erection pounding into you. He was inside your mind too, trying to form a connection deeper than that of two normal, feedable humans. He wanted to tap deeper. To see, to hear... to find what made you feel good. He continued. Hips rolling against yours slightly faster, his hand holding your thigh possessively.

The pace increased, little by little. You could feel it... the pleasure was there, but more than that, you felt 001 gain control over you. Your trust. Your openness permitted the man to go further than anyone ever could. You felt your mind at ease. Devoid of thoughts, as if all memories and impressions had grown replaced by the desire to let go. To shut off... And as your mind blanked, bending to his will, so did your body.

You let go.

Whether it was you or 001 controlling this, you let go. Overcome by a wave of pleasure, the climax was beyond anything achievable with physical stimulation alone. For long moments, you felt a kind of bliss. When it was over, your body went limp from how overcome it was by it.

001 had pulled out and finished off on your thigh, but had managed to catch you before your body would give up. 001 propped you up with his chest and one arm, panting against your shoulder.

He, too, was exhausted... Blissful but exhausted. He had used his mind and body quite so intensely. So he kept you there... catching his breath alongside you, his ears perked for any noise.

No guards. How stupid... And yet how lucky for them.

"If we escape... will there be more of this?"

You asked, a soft snicker meddled with the heavy panting as your chest rose and fell, attempting to recover.

"Sweetheart... no. There is no if. We will escape," he whispered against your neck, "and once we do... yes. Yes. I promise. There will be more of this."

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