#peter prior

[noiseofscars]

MOURNFUL PURSUIT. (peter prior x umbrella!reader)

content warnings (will be updated after each chapter): blood, death, murder, gore, guns, mention of experiments on animals and humans, tentacles/long tongues, zombies, violence, violent animals (dogs).

Peter should have known it wouldn’t be easy to move on with his life after that night, after the trigger had felt so light in his hand while the weight of the world seemed to crush his shoulders. The only way out, not only from his own anguish, but also from the suspicion that was already growing in the police station, was simple: a relocation. It wasn’t forced, so as not to arouse further curiosity, but it took far too long, and enough for his marriage to completely fall apart. Leaving the cold of Ennis should have been easy, accepting that he was leaving the consequences of his actions behind him should have been even easier; but his fingers still itched, reminding him how the gun had felt there. He just didn’t know he was heading toward an even bigger mess, a problem that would soon force him to get used to the sound of gunfire all over again. Raccoon City was waiting for him, with even bigger surprises to finally make him let go of the past and embrace the present.

You should have known that the job your parents got for you was way too simple and that it would cause you a lot of headaches, especially since you’d be working alongside them, but that was what you wanted. Or at least that’s what they made you think you wanted. The first few months at Umbrella Corporation were relatively a piece of cake, even with all the comments about the obvious nepotism. Your job was just to check reports, write them, and look at slides under a microscope, all too easy to be true. Until your mom decided to put you on a project that was already underway, with lots of files to review and lots of notes to correct, but it was an honor to be there. You couldn’t refuse. The internship was going well; the first year and a half was great, until the outbreak. It was your chance to prove that, without your parents showing you the way, you could survive, but what if part of all that chaos was your fault?

CHAPTERS . . .

the beginning | CHAPTER ONE ; ( probably out during the weekend )

Some important points to keep in mind before reading, or questions that might come up as you read:

You don’t need to have played the games to read this fanfic, since I’ll try to adapt certain elements (not only for better understanding, but also to try not to leave any loose ends, emphasis on “try”) and explain most things so the story doesn’t feel thrown together randomly.

The events in Raccoon City, unfortunately, will no longer take place in 1998, mainly because the deaths that occur in True Detective: Night Country require a bit more advanced technology to investigate, something that definitely wasn’t available in late 1990, so this story is set in 2016.

It’s quite likely that updates will take a while to come out, since English isn’t my first language and I’m currently replaying each of the games in the franchise to try to refresh my memory here and there.

The franchise’s main characters exist in this fanfic! They just might not appear or might only be mentioned briefly.

There have been several versions of reader in my drafts, including a police officer, a member of S.T.A.R.S., a college student searching for her police officer brother, a mercenary going to retrieve a virus sample, or even a civilian who worked at the movie theater and was caught off guard, but I thought it would be more fun to draw parallels between Peter and reader. If you’d like short drabbles about the other versions, feel free to ask!

[highgardensss]

me when i get more focused on the story instead of the slowburn help (i promise its still there)(the case is so interesting though idek how i came up with it)(its like kind of yellowjackets meets kind of blair witch)

[mychemicaldreams]

Genuinely so obsessed with Finn Bennett

[highgardensss]

peter prior x fem!coworker!oc WHO'S INTERESTED... (and there's an actual case being solved)

[princessfrosting]

oh to dress up in this victoria secret cop costume on halloween for peter prior.. a girl can only dream ⊹˚. ♡

[highgardensss]

finn bennett stans rise up w me (and give me fic recs)

[pttykae]

IT'S A GODDAMN TRAP

peter prior x gf!reader

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summary: breaking up with your boyfriend is one thing, but his ego’s another, leave him now and you’ll suffer forever.

content warnings: 18+, smut (p in v), just straight porn and no plot, rough sex, breeding, peter baby traps you, cursing, ooc peter( he’s kinda, what, mean here? ), my grammar.

notes: YO, i just saw a person’s post abt peter baby trapping, this is kind of inspired by that anonymous post, omfg, i hope this goes well, i’m not pretty good at writing smut. guys, i’m REALLY sorry if this fic is like, not that great, i don’t usually write smut, and i try my best, really.

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“Ah! Shit… Peter, fuck!”

Loud sounds of skin against skin are echoing inside of the room as Peter held you down on a open missionary, his hands pinning your knees against the mattress as he pistons his hips against your pelvis.

You were beginning to whine as Peter kept his punishing pace, his eyes stuck to your entrance where the both of you meet, he let out a guttural moan as he leaned down to press kisses on your neck.

“Hah… ah!”

Peter lets go of your knees, reaching over to lock his arms around your head, he now sucks on the side of your neck, which results to you clenching around him.

“You’re really sensitive here, love.” He muttered against your skin as he pressed his lips against your soft spot, gasping out from pleasure, your hands tighten against his hair, holding the back of his head.

“And here,” He nips at your collarbone, you let out a small whine, “Peter…” His thrusts soon slowed as he pecked around your body, knowing where each of your soft, sensitive spots were.

“Really, I still have some work to finish, we aren’t supposed to be doing this when I was breaking up with you twenty minutes ago.” You huff as he now looks up at you, his mouth closed around your nipple.

His eyes almost darkened before he delivered a sharp thrust, gasping out a moan, clenching around his length again, placing a hand on his bicep— you slap it.

“Peter!”

Peter nuzzled his face in your neck as his pace was beginning to increase faster, holding onto him, you were a whining mess, Peter was never this rough in bed, except times when you piss him off, and he was definitely pissed off about this one.

“Leaving me? For what, love? I didn’t do anything, did I?”

He leaned to kiss your cheek, while you had your eyes closed tightly, mouth forming an O.

“You’re just…” Your voice falters from Peter’s restless pace, you moan out while he nips at your jaw.

“Agh… too busy with— shit! Everything.” Struggling to form words from the way he delivers his thrusts and the way he touches you.

“You were leaving me because I spend half my time at the station? Thought we had this conversation before, love.” Peter spoke lowly as he delivered another hard thrust.

You cry out his name once more, hands scrambling to hold onto something. You were close, Peter could feel that, “P-pete… hah, close… close—!”

His hips stopped moving.

You snap your eyes open to stare at him, is he serious?

Peter only grins down at you, before he went on to angle his hips, giving shallow thrusts as if his dick was measuring, no—reaching for something in you.

You let out soft whimpers, “Uhn… what the fuck are you doing—”

He hit it, that spot. He always liked how you squeeze down tight on him when he finds it, you go dazed because of how overstimulating it feels, because when Peter finds that spot in you, he doesn’t stop until he’s nearly cumming.

“Fuck— fuck! Peter, wait!” You mewl, holding onto his bicep as he sped up his pace again, his eyes stuck to where you two meet, where his cock disappears in you.

Takes a few minutes of you moaning and squeezing him until he finally leans down to you, “I’ll get you full with my cum that you won’t need to feel the need to leave me, baby.”

“Imagine little Peters and yous running around the house, wouldn’t that feel so good?” He grins at you, talking about the possible future as if he wasn’t balls deep and digging his way into your womb.

“Peterrrr… fuck, yes!” You’re going crazy, little ah ah ahs escaping your mouth as he drills his cock into you, with more force this time that you feel every inch of him, every vein his cock has.

“You want that, baby?” He leaned forward, nipping at your shoulder, “M’not ready for that… please, Peter—”

“F’course not, baby, not now, yeah?” He reassures, reaching down to rub at your clit, which makes you jolt even more, crying out his name.

“Hah… shit, I’m cumming.” He kisses your cheek, quickening his thrusts as if it was even more possible with how fast he’s moving.

You let out a loud cry, finally reaching your climax as Peter continued his pace, your body shook hard, Peter held you tight.

Not long before Peter buried himself to the hilt, you gasp, feeling how deep he was in you, still holding onto his biceps as your nails dig on them, crescents shaped on his skin from how hard you’re holding him.

Feeling the hot spurts of his cum made you weakly look up at him with confusion, “Pete? …Didn’t you put a condom earlier?”

He grins, “I love you, baby.”

[louloucake]

Do you have any more crumbs about pervy!stepbro!peter??? I’d love for his stepsis to unexpectedly MATCH HIS FREAK!!! OUTFREAK HIM EVEN!!!! 🥺🙏

OUTFREAK ALL THE WAYYYY!! okay so little mini thought

you "accidentally" left your bedroom door ajar one afternoon, knowing he'd be walking past. you were on your bed, facing away from the door, with your laptop open.

but instead of studying, you had your hand down your sleep shorts, and you were moaning his name....softly at first, then louder. "petey... oh god, petey..."

he froze in the hallway, his cock instantly straining against his jeans. he could hear the wet, slick sounds of your fingers working your cunt, and he had to bite his fist to keep from groaning out loud.

the next day, you "borrowed" one of his hoodies. you wore it, and only it, around the house when your parents were out. the hem barely covered your ass, and you made sure to bend over a lot in front of him, "looking for something." he could see the swell of your ass, the hint of your pussy lips. when you finally turned around, your nipples were hard little points against the soft fabric of his hoodie…

more coming soon guys lol 🤭💕🌟