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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.
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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in the most unintentional way, I woke up with an urge to write a drabble with Marlowe then realized it's June 1st. Congrats Marlowe, my brain chose you to open Pride month with.
ᯓ★ Kit Marlowe can be a pain, but sometimes he is understanding.
Pairing: Kit Marlowe x Reader || Will
Warning: none | drabble | slight hint of smut but no smut
˚₊⊹ masterlist: Doubt ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹
word count: 500
"Art thou done?"
Kit's hand found the nape of your neck, confidently rubbing the skin with the pad of his thumb, making you arch slightly and turn your head to him. He snickered, the massage continuing as he hovered over your back, glancing down at the barren sheet of paper before you. His brow furrowed, but his hand remained on your nape, his nails tracing little patterns now, coaxing you to close your eyes and submit to the treatment.
"Hast thou not begun?"
"I have, Master Marlowe, yet inspiration is a wanton muse, and is passing hard to seize."
"Thou speakest true…"
Kit felt the disappointment in your voice over your lack of writing. He knew better than anyone that dreadful disappointment when no words felt right and combining them in lines felt like a kind of sorcery one didn't possess. Forcing oneself would do no good in enhancing your writing, so he got a soft grip on your nape. It was time to look for inspiration elsewhere.
"Rise, rise… no more of this. I require thee for another matter."
"But Master Marlowe, I had not yet-"
"No more of that. Our patrons may bide another day… I must school thee… a lesson."
Kit grinned, pulling you up by your nape confidently. Once up, he released it and draped his lanky arm over your shoulder, smirking at you as he pulled you with him outside of the chambers. Inspiration, you had to learn, might come upon you, but sometimes you had to go looking for it.
"…A tavern?"
"Why, yes, no fitter place to study the humours of man," Kit smiled slyly, hand patting your back as he helped you in.
All heads turned to Marlowe. He was Kit Marlowe, and he had a reputation for both his writing and his deeds, which made a few men snicker. Marlowe didn't care, his facade of confidence preceding him as he leaned over the counter asking for drinks for himself and you. Having been ignored, the men returned to their deeds, leaving you and Marlowe to enjoy your time alone. With your drink in hand and Marlowe puffing at his pipe, the opioids making him loose, he arched his finger out, pointing at a man in the tavern.
"Knowest thou who that lad is?"
"No."
"Nor I."
You snickered, occupied with your drink. Marlowe grinned, offering you his pipe. When you glanced curiously at it but didn't take it, he cocked his head to the side and put it to your lips, having you puff once.
"We shall discover what man he be… and what he can do."
You caughed at the hazelnutty, slightly bitter roasted sensation the opium left on your tongue and nostrils as Marlowe crossed his legs, eyes locked on the lad who, perhaps sensing the eyes on him, had turned to face the two of you.
Marlowe grinned, leaning into your ear.
"When inspiration cometh not from otherwhere… thou shalt learn to seek it in the flesh."
Almost concerned, you turned to Marlowe, and upon seeing the flustered touch on your cheeks, he laughed.
"O, fret not, my most precious. This time, I will join in the revels. To guide thee, as befitteth a Master and his prentice," teased Marlowe, with a playful grin, giving your cheek a cheerful pinch. "I hope thy body is apt to receive the lesson… to be inspired."
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."
NOTE: Thank you everyone for requesting Part 3 and supporting this fanfic! Here you have it~
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you bet im absolutely begging for a part 3 of sleep!😩 tea time is now ruined but it was for the greater good. I really do hope you make a pt3 and I can't wait to see what you write!
Pairing: Skiff x f/m/gn!Reader || Thomas the Tank Engine
Warning: none [the title is a joke]
For: @bwaylover1993
˚₊⊹ masterlist: Is this... a ship? ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹
word count: 500
"Hey, Skiff?"
It was early in the nightfall, a tranquil summer one that was just right for a little stargazing. Watching the luminaries while out on the sea could never feel better than it was when Skiff took you, slightly away from the harbour, just out of the noise of the docks, into the serene, calm sea that this night had to offer. You lay back, hands crossed over your chest, observing the small dots of light that peckered the clear night sky.
"Since we are out here alone.... I am curious. You know, when I look at the stars, I always think of my biggest dreams. What about you, Skiff? You never told me what your biggest dream was..."
Your friend made a humming noise, thinking for a little before giving you a reply. It was quite hard for him to tell; after all, he never really thought much about it. He loved what he did, and dreaming for more wasn't his thing. Yet, when you asked, he seemed to remember something.
"Skiff wants... oh. Skiff hasn't thought of that. Hm... No. No, that's a lie. Skiff has sometimes dreamed of something. But... it is... a lot. Skiff can't say... You'll think Skiff is ungrateful and he isn't! Skiff loves to be a railboat. To be on the shore and sea but..."
"But?"
"But Skiff heard people talk about pirates once! And how dreadfully terrifying they were on the big ships that kept them safe... and... And Skiff dreamed of that! Skiff dreamed of being a big great ship that can protect everyone and take them to see the vast sea on lots of adventures!"
You chuckled, standing up, no longer looking at the stars but checking on Skiff, who was trying to peek up at you.
"Oh Skiff... but, even now... How can you say I'd think you're ungrateful? All you want is to make others happy!"
Your boat buddy squeaked, replying in a very enthusiastic tone. Vibrant, eager, just as you would expect from a tiny boat with big dreams.
"But it would also make Skiff happy! Skiff would see Mermaids! And treasure... but... Skiff heard there'd be bad, bad quarrels and other ships would come and throw these heavy iron balls and hurt you. My pretty hull would be cracked and... and I'd risk hurting everyone! I'd sink and... and Skiff- no. No. This is why Skiff stopped dreaming about that. Too dangerous... Being a big ship is dangerous."
The silence fell. Skiff was right, and you weren't sure what else to tell Skiff. There were big boats now too. Big ships that took people on cruises but... You couldn't see your Skiff friend anywhere else but here.
With the friends at the docks.
"So... what is your dream now, Skiff?"
Skiff was quiet, unlike his usual vibrance, and yet, all of a sudden, a spark returned to his voice and he replied excitedly.
"Oh, Skiff knows. The biggest dream Skiff has is to be a big big ship but for the tiny little people who want to see the harbour!"
NOTE: I am unhinged, this is completely random and ooc, but it was for the giggles. LMAO
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So I had this crazy idea that this year for Kinktober I should make a personalised masterlist with the kinks most suggested to me, so I made a form where you can anonymously vote your favourite kinks, and this form will be in the pinned masterlist too up until around September. Is it early as fuck? Yes. Does it matter? No. The more time we have, the more kinks will gather up for our plans!
Nothing too serious! Just letting y'all know my current writing plans!
Henry Creel/001/Vecna/Mr Whatsit | Stranger Things
˗ˏˋ★ Maybe some Vecna smut one-shot because I miss being unhinged like that.
˗ˏˋ★ [Part 3] of Sleep maaaaybe. If y'all show love to [Part 2], winkwink
Theo Deschamps | The Trials
˗ˏˋ★ I might have a little multichapter idea in mind with academic rivalry and a bunch of kinks I would use for them. Not sure if I will end up writing it, but it's there. Deep in my mind.
Caleb Sykes | Horizon: An American Saga
˗ˏˋ★ 2 multichapters. 1 of them I planned out, the other not yet, with the idea from @cannibalcoyote. It will have approximately 5 chapters, divided into 3 parts, I believe.
! Edward de Vere, Kit Marlowe, and soon Arthur Pendragon are my three pookies, and I want to write for them because their universes give me so much joy.
Oh, and promise I will write you a Skiff drabble @bwaylover1993
And
A little more serious announcement if you got all the way down here! Around the middle of July (in theory), after the whole MA interview thing is over, I will reopen my requests for the summer!
