my masterlist / my ao3
peter drake (by @grenka-sd) x fem!reader
word count: 3,457
SO i happened to fall in love with an oc made by @grenka-sd … a fat stalker who likes blondes?? perfect for me❤️ thank you grenka for making peter and giving me some info about him!
synopsis: you start a new job at a fast food restaurant. there’s one regular who takes an interest in you, and when he decides he has to have something, he doesn’t give up easily.
WARNINGS‼️: graphic noncon, stalking, kidnapping, piv, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, spit kink, sloppy kissing, drooling, painful sex, spanking, slapping, beating, choking, knifeplay, size difference
race/appearance neutral reader!
tags: @aionisss , @yukopl , @amelieezx , @darkgarfield , @tea-cupzz
song:
”sorry, it’s my first day. i’m still learning the products”, you say awkwardly, your supervisor jane standing behind you, monitoring your every move.
the customer looks at you, then at your supervisor. he looks kind of bored, like he just wants to get this over with. he’d have to wait, you’re still a bit slow.
”that’s fine”, he says, putting his hands in his pockets. ”i’ll do the chicken burger and fries”, he says. ”the- which one?” you say, panicking just a bit. the man smirks. ”the regular one”, he says.
”that one”, jane says, pointing at the screen in front of you. you click on it, accidentally twice. ”how do i-”, you mumble, looking at jane.
”are you in a hurry?” jane asks the man. he shakes his head.
”alright”, jane says, showing you how to delete a product. ”then just add the fries, you know how to do that?” she asks you. you nod.
”no, now you made it a meal”, jane says. the man chuckles. ”i’m sorry”, you say. ”that’s fine, you’re learning”, the man responds.
eventually you manage to get the right products in the system. ”cash or card?” you ask. the man hands you a twenty. his hand brushes yours slightly, it’s sweaty.
you give him your change. ”you forgot about something”, the man says. ”oh, i’m sorry, what?” you ask him. the man smirks again. ”you didn’t ask me if it’s here or take away”, he says. ”oh, right, well, which is it?” you ask with a smile. ”take away”, the man says.
”you were charismatic”, jane praises you. ”you’re cute and young, watch out for weirdos like him”, she adds. ”he seemed nice”, you answer. jane shrugs. ”he’s a regular, always orders something with chicken”, she says.
you were so nice to him. too nice. he thinks you were flirting, it’s all he can think about.
he’s at work, at the dvd rental shop, thinking about you. your hair was braided, you looked so pure. nothing like those other bitches he hates so much. they all hurt him. you wouldn’t do that, you would surely love him.
"hey, can you close up?" he asks his coworker. "you got plans?" his coworker asks. "kinda, yeah", he responds. "fine, but just this once", his coworker says.
perfect. he’d get the chance to see you again.
but as he returns to the burger place he realizes you’ve already gone home. whatever, he’d return the next day. he still gets chicken nuggets to go.
at home he eats, then he goes on social media. he starts searching based on your name tag. endless amounts of irrelevant girls. then, you.
he recognizes you from your profile picture immediately. so pretty. he sends a follow request. he waits all evening for you to accept it, but you never do. maybe you’re sleeping already, little cutie.
he imagines you asleep, hair braided, drool at the corner of your mouth. he gets his hard cock out, looking at your profile picture. he pictures pinning you down, forcing your legs apart, thrusting inside you in one go. you wouldn’t fight him. you’d love it. he comes fast, moaning your name. tomorrow. that’s when he’d see you again.
"hey again!" you say with a smile. you recognize the customer from yesterday. he has on the same, black t-shirt and the cap he wears. long, blonde hair. fat. some piercings, braces.
"i’ll get the same thing, you remember?" he asks. you chuckle. "yeah, the regular chicken burger and fries?" you ask. the man nods. "and a coke", he adds. "sure thing!" you say. "you’re a fast learner", the man says. "i try", you answer with a smile. "you’re eating here this time?" you ask. "how did you know?" the man asks. "i just did", you answer.
now he’s certain. you are flirting with him. he goes to sit, watching you the whole time. how you smile at customers, how you get all flustered and embarrassed when you make a mistake, how you ”secretly” sip your energy drink behind the counter.
you’re just so cute.
you bring the man his food. ”enjoy!” you say with a smile. ”thanks”, he answers. ”you know, i was gonna ask..” he starts. ”what?” you ask him. ”could i get your number?” he asks. you stare at him, a bit in disbelief. does he really think that he has a shot? he’s nerdy, and you’re, well, you. ”i’m sorry, i have a boyfriend”, you lie. the man looks disappointed. ”oh, okay then”, he says.
jeez, what an awkward encounter. you see him staring at you as you work, making you uncomfortable. did he not hear you?
the man leaves, but he doesn’t go home. he goes to stand at the other side of the street, waiting for you to get off work.
and when you do, he waits for you to walk a bit further. then he starts following you. you don’t notice him, why would you? you’re already thinking about what you’re gonna wear for your friend’s party tonight.
he watches you go inside your apartment building, going behind a tree. then he waits. it’s the weekend, he’s certain that you’d go out.
and after two hours you step outside. he stares, his cock immediately hardening.
you’re wearing nothing but a revealing top and a short, denim skirt, along with some boots and a cute handbag. your hair is up.
your stalker starts following you as you walk towards the party. he wants to know where you’re going, he wants to get to know your routines.
he watches you go inside your friend’s house. there’s a balcony, so he waits.
and soon enough he sees you smoking on the balcony, talking to some muscular asshole. he grits his teeth in annoyance. you would be his, sooner or later. no other man would touch you.
he couldn’t take you, not yet. he needs to prepare first. so he goes home and starts planning.
”the regular chicken burger again?” you ask him, standing behind the counter. you feel a bit awkward, having just rejected him. and you’re hungover from last night.
”i’ll do the nuggets this time”, the man says. you nod. ”anything else?” you ask him. the man shakes his head. ’on a diet, huh’, you think to yourself. then you let out a laugh at your own joke. ”what’s funny?” the man asks. ”it’s nothing”, you say, smiling. ”so cute..” the man mumbles under his breath. ”what?” you ask. ”nothing”, he answers.
he eats at the restaurant, eyeing you again. his head is full of things he wants to do to you. he can feel his cock hardening against his jeans. ”shit”, he mumbles, trying to distract his thoughts. but it’s not easy with you smiling and giggling behind the counter. you weren’t made for this job, you were made to be his.
he’s constantly thinking about how he’s gonna do it. knock you out, drag you inside his car? seems like the best option.
he follows you home again, looking at your ass as you walk.
at home he jerks off to the thought of you, hand around his cock, moaning your name. he checks social media again, seeing if you’ve accepted his request. you denied it. he lets out an annoyed grunt, looking at his phone. whatever, you’d be his soon.
you’re not working today. he’s dead-set on taking you when you get back home from work, on the way is a perfect spot for it.
so he sits at the restaurant, eating his burger, thinking about you. the way you smiled at him, the way you giggled. the thought alone is enough to make him hard.
tomorrow, that’s when he’d do it.
”do you come here every day?” you ask the man, after he’s ordered. he nods. ”it’s close to where i work”, he says.
after he’s done eating he leaves, going back to work. this time he knows what time you’re getting off work, he has your schedule figured out.
he leaves work early again, telling his coworker he’s meeting up with a friend. then he does his usual routine of standing on the street in front of the burger place, waiting for you to get off work.
and when you do, he immediately gets in his car. he starts driving behind you. you, for some reason are completely oblivious. you’re in your own head, listening to music.
it’s getting dark already. he parks the car in a corner and gets out, starting to walk fast behind you. when he finally reaches you he grabs you, putting his hand in front of your mouth. then he drags you to his car.
you thrash and squirm, but he’s much stronger and larger than you.
he knocks you out, throwing you on the backseat. he’s smiling to himself as he drives home. finally.
you wake up in a dimly-lit room. it’s pretty messy. clothes laying on the floor, empty fast food wrappers, most of them from the place you work at. you’re on a bed, the sheets feel crusty.
before you can scream at the man in front of you he crashes on top of you, covering your mouth with his hand. he has a knife, he presses it on your neck. "if you scream, i’ll have to use this, got it?" he threatens you. you start crying. "so what’s it gonna be, you’re gonna be quiet?" he asks you. you nod.
he withdraws his hand and the knife, standing up. you recognize him immediately. he’s the nerdy regular. he’s wearing a red t-shirt and baggy jeans. his armpits have sweat stains on them.
"why am i here?" you ask, lower lip wobbling. "isn’t it obvious? i love you", the man says. you start crying harder. "n-no, no, no you don’t, you don’t even know me", you whine. "yeah i do", the man says. "i’ve been watching", he adds.
panic starts creeping up your body. you stand up, trying to get to the door. but you fall down, having taken a hit to the head. the man helps you up, laying you on the bed again. "careful, i don’t want you hurting yourself", he murmurs.
"i don’t think you know my name", he says. "it’s peter", he adds. "peter, please let me go! i won’t tell anyone", you whine. peter chuckles. "oh no, i’m not doing that", he says.
he climbs on top of you, still holding the knife. he slowly drags the blade on your cheek, then your neck. soft, so it doesn’t make a cut.
he lifts up your top so your breasts are exposed, then he drags the knife between them. he looks focused, you can feel his clothed, hard cock pressing against your inner thigh.
”please…” you sob, tears wetting your cheeks. the main raises his eyebrows. ”please what?” he asks. ”you want me to fuck you, right?” he says, hopeful.
you shake your head. ”just stop”, you say as he drags the knife on your tit, close to your nipple.
he clicks his tongue in annoyance at your response. ”you were supposed to want me..” he says, sounding quite bitter. ”i could kill you, you know?” he adds.
you continue bawling, trembling under him. he puts the blade on your teary cheek, gathering your tears on the knife.
”you cry so pretty”, he murmurs.
he puts the knife away and takes off his shirt. he’s fat, with a large, round belly and thick arms.
he leans in, going for a kiss. you turn your head and close your mouth, frantically whimpering and shaking your head.
he lets out an annoyed grunt. ”don’t be a teasing cunt”, he says. ”just kiss me”, he says, leaning in closer. he stinks of sweat and grease.
he grabs your face, making you look at him. then he forces a kiss on your lips. wet, owning. you keep your mouth stubbornly shut. he’s clearly annoyed by this, as he’s letting out grunts while trying to pry your lips apart.
when you don’t budge he gets angry at you. ”open your fucking mouth, let me kiss you proper”, he hisses. you’re quite scared, so you obey, parting your lips.
”stick out your tongue”, peter orders. you hesitate for a while before obeying.
he kisses your cheek. ”you’re so cute”, he says. then he leans in, taking your tongue between his lips. you whimper as he starts making out with you, pushing his tongue deep inside your mouth.
drool pours freely from the corners of his mouth as he licks into you with a hunger you haven’t seen in any man. it’s like he’s starving, needing you.
he starts moaning into the kiss, smacking his lips loudly against yours. he painfully squeezes your breast, making you whimper. he chuckles against yours mouth at your reaction.
he pulls away with a loud smack and a line of drool connecting your mouths.
then he unzips your jeans, pulling them down. ”no, no!” you cry. peter grunts as he pulls down your underwear. ”why aren’t you wet?” he murmurs, almost to himself. is he really asking that?
”do i need to kiss you more to get you wet?” he asks, leaning in again. you desperately shake your head, but he ignores you, forcing his wet lips on yours.
he starts fondling your breasts while kissing you, taking your nipples between his calloused fingers. your nipples harden under his rough touch.
he starts searching for your clit as he kisses you, spreading your folds. you flinch as his thumb touches your clit, that’s how he knows.
he moans against your lips and starts rubbing your clit. rough, like he’s forcing pleasure out of you.
”mmh, it hurts!” you blurt out between kisses. peter lets out an annoyed sigh. ”just shut up and enjoy it”, he says. ”you should be wet by now..” he adds, looking at you with a frown. ”how many men have you been with before me?” he asks.
”none of your business!” you hiss. peter slaps your clit, then your face. you whimper. ”it is my business”, he grunts. ”you’re mine now, i should know everything about you”, he adds.
”so.. how many men?” he asks, painfully squeezing your clit between his fingers.
you tell him your bodycount with teary eyes.
peter’s face goes cold. ”that many…” he says. ”so you’re a slut”, he adds.
you bawl as he keeps squeezing your clit. ”it hurts, stop!” you cry.
”surprising it hasn’t gone numb yet, after that many men..” peter murmurs. ”but i love you, i’ll give you pleasure”, he adds and gives you a soft kiss, releasing your clit.
he continues rubbing it, a bit softer now. his touch is sending bolts of lightning through your body, and you hate it. hate how he’s making you feel. he’s so ugly and gross, you hate him. and yet your body is reacting to him.
peter suddenly shoves two, thick fingers inside you. you mewl, arching your back. ”that’s it, baby”, he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again.
you don’t kiss him back, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he keeps licking into you.
the combination of his thumb on your clit and his two fingers inside your cunt is too much for you.
something dreadful happens. you squirt on his fingers, moaning.
”good girl”, peter mumbles against your lips. he keeps making out with you while fingering you, enjoying the feeling of your cunt clenching around his fingers.
he adds in a third finger. you cry out. ”shh, baby..” peter coos, silencing you with his lips.
your legs are shaking already, you’re getting closer. you hate it. you don’t want to cum like this.
but as he brutally rubs over your clit, slamming his three fingers inside your leaking cunt you can’t stop it.
you cry as your orgasm is ripped from you. peter withdraws his fingers and licks them clean, moaning around them. ”you taste so good”, he says. ”don’t worry, i’ll go down on you next time”, he adds.
then, to your horror, he starts pulling down his pants. as his boxers come off you see him fully. thick, hairy thighs. a massive, hard cock, oozing pre-cum.
he lines up, spreading your legs. ”please don’t”, you sob. ”shut up”, peter hisses.
he spits on your cunt, getting some more lubrication. then he forces his hard cock inside you in on go, bottoming out instantly. you cry out. ”it hurts!” you cry.
peter ignores your whines and starts pounding you, balls slamming against your ass.
he presses his sweaty, soft body flush against yours, crushing you under him. his fat belly is squeezing against yours, his sweat sticking to you as well. you feel like you’re being suffocated, he’s way too heavy.
he grabs your face and spits on you, it falls on your lips. ”lick”, he demands. you hesitantly lick his spit from your lips.
you start squirming, trying to wiggle yourself from under him. this annoys peter.
”stay still”, he grunts, suddenly pulling out and flipping you on your stomach in one, smooth motion.
he slaps your ass, hard. then he spreads your buttocks and pushes inside. you let out a cry as he starts fucking you from behind, his fat belly slamming against yours back.
you keep bawling as he fucks into you, and it starts to annoy peter. ”stop fucking crying and enjoy it”, he says.
when you don’t stop crying he grabs you by the neck, pulling you closer. he takes both hands, wrapping them around your throat. then he starts choking you.
your eyes water, you whimper, but he doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking you while holding you by the neck.
you desperately scratch on his hands, trying to get him to stop but he just chuckles, continuing choking you.
”will you shut up now?” he asks. you nod frantically. he lets you go, and you start coughing. but you cry silently now.
”you’re squeezing me, baby”, peter moans, holding your hips, slamming inside you with a brutal force.
he slaps your ass again, hard. like he wants to hurt you. then he spits on your back.
he doesn’t slap, but punches you this time. you cry out as his fist lands on your lower back. he repeats it.
he starts going faster, harder, his pre-cum leaking inside you.
”you’re gonna make me cum already”, he pants, squeezing your hips. you would surely bruise from his rough treatment.
then he stops, burying himself deep inside you. you can feel thick, warm spurts of cum pouring inside.
you sob silently as he pulls out, his cum dripping down your inner thigh.
he yawns, pulling his boxers back up. he lies on the bed, forcing you into his arms.
”good night, baby”, he says, kissing your cheek.
he starts snoring soon. you, on the other hand don’t sleep at all.
you carefully wiggle out of his arms when you’re sure he’s really sleeping. then you go to the door, trying to open it. locked. you start yanking the handle, desperately trying to get the door to open. but it won’t budge.
”what are you doing?” you hear peter’s voice. you turn around. he’s sitting on the bed, looking at you with a frown.
you start slamming yourself against the door, trying to break it.
peter stands up, walking over to you. he grabs you, throwing you back on the bed. ”you were supposed to be sleeping with me”, he hisses.
then he punches you in the face. you cry out as his fist lands on your cheek. he repeats it, on the other cheek.
he starts beating you up, each punch harder than the last one. your nose is bleeding, your eyes are bruised by the time he decides he’s done.
he doesn’t say anything, just picks you up and carries you to the door. he takes a key hanging from his neck and opens the door, carrying you into the bathroom.
there he sits you down on the floor, getting some disinfectant and cotton pads. he gently cleans your nose, also wiping from around your eyes. you flinch at his soft touch, like he’s gonna punch you again.
”you shouldn’t do that anymore..” he says, as he’s cleaning your wounds. ”we’re gonna be so happy.. i already viewed a house for us in the countryside”, he murmurs.
when he’s done he gently kisses your forehead and carries you back into the bedroom. he locks the door and puts you on the bed again, taking you into his big arms.
”sleep, baby”, he says, kissing your shoulder.
you can’t sleep. you’re in pain, and you’ve just been raped. you cry silently as peter starts snoring again. tomorrow would be even worse.
EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU @grenka-sd FOR CREATING PETER‼️‼️‼️
