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You wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring, groggily you slam your hand on your phone and drag the dismiss button over. Lying in bed for just a minute longer, you stare up at your ceiling and then over at your window, the wind billowing through and making your curtains dance mid-air. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you tried to recall last night's events, you could’ve sworn you closed the window; you had it open for a moment last night because your roommate was burning some incense, so it was entirely possible that you had forgotten to close the window.
Another alarm went off, and that was your signal to start getting ready for another shift at your stupid, dead-end job. Though you complained about it, it helped you stay housed and fed, which is something you would never take for granted, not to mention it wasn’t the job that was the problem; it was the customers, and it was also your roommate, as much as you hated to admit it. You took a deep breath, imagining all of your little annoyances in life going away as you exhaled and walked over to your closet to grab your uniform. The sight of the apron made you frown; you hated that little diner down the street, you hated how little you got paid, you hated all of the people coming in and barely tipping, you hated the monotony of your life.
The scowl on your face quickly disappeared when you heard your phone go off, a message appeared in the notification center.
T.K, your coworker had texted you, everyone at the diner had exchanged numbers in case something happened or in case some drama arose between workers.
T.K
|Don’t worry about coming in, something happened @ the diner
You cocked your eyebrow at the ominous message and quickly texted back, asking about what happened. Only to get a shrugging emoji as a response. A mild annoyance, but at least you have the day off now. You go back to your bed and lie down, attempting to go back to sleep.
It didn’t work.
You opened your eyes and stared up at the ceiling once again, what were you going to do with your day now? Usually, you’d sleep in, but you already woke yourself up in preparation for work. You look over at your door and see your shoes, you then remember that park you wanted to visit for a while now.
You got up, put on your shoes, and grabbed your keys before leaving your room. Your roommate was asleep on the couch, shirtless with a can of beer in her hand. You sighed and carefully removed the half-full can from her hand and gently threw a blanket over her. She had always been a bit of a mess, but she was kind of the only light in your seemingly dreary world. She came with pros and cons, the biggest being she’s very funny and uplifting, but she never paid her rent, and when she did it was almost always late. But looking for a new roommate was more trouble than it was worth.
You left a note on the door letting her know you were going to be gone and made your way to the park. It was a decently short walk, not too far but certainly not too close, it was a few blocks away from the diner you worked at.
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You walked around the track that lined the park, admiring the scenery. The park wasn’t too busy, just a few strangers meandering here and there which added some life to the area. You spotted a bench that was tucked away from the more busy part of the park, it looked like a very nice place to take a nice break.
You sat on the bench and let your mind wander with your eyes closed. A breeze blew by and cooled you down, the day was so peaceful, that it almost made you doze off. You took a deep breath and let all of your worries melt away.
And then you felt a hand touch yours…
You flinched and snatched your hand back quickly, opening your eyes you were greeted by a stranger who had a smile that stretched wide across his face. His bright blue eyes stared at you, almost as if he was studying you.
“Uhm… Hello?” you asked, trying to stay calm and polite, as to not provoke the strange man.
“Hey, sorry I kept you waiting for so long, I just had to gather the courage to approach you,” he replied, either he was ignoring the implications of what he said or he simply wasn’t aware of them.
“Kept me waiting?” you asked, the man simply nodded, “I’m sorry, but, who are you?”
The man’s face twisted into a look of confusion and then it went back to the overly friendly smile he greeted you with, “I’m your boyfriend!” he chirped.
An awkward silence fell between you two as he continued to stare at you, his smile not leaving his face. ‘Okay, so he’s not kidding ’ You thought to yourself, scared to look away from the man. You try to very discretely scoot away from him, but he notices and his face quickly shifts to one of concern.
“Riigghhtt… But seriously, who are you?” you ask, still trying to be nice, but still staying firm. Preparing yourself, mostly mentally, to run if things got dicey.
The stranger laughed a loud, almost disturbing laugh, “Listen, I know this is crazy, but… you wanna go out with me?”
Oh, it was one of those weird pickup lines, you thought to yourself, though the execution was a little off-putting the awkwardness of the situation kind of charmed you. He wasn’t a horrible-looking guy and he was obviously shy, but trying to move past that in order to talk to you. Or maybe you were both crazy and he was dangerous, but then again things had been kinda dull in your life, why not spice it up with a strange guy?
“Uh, sure, why not?” you say, letting your guard down. You gave him a warm smile that he returned, blush creeping up on his face.
The man cheered to himself, “How’s tonight at seven?” he asked enthusiastically, closing the gap between the two of you once more. Luckily for you, he smelled rather pleasant, it was a scent you always liked, especially on men.
“Sounds good, where at?” you asked.
“How about that old diner downtown, that sounds like a nice traditional first date,” he exclaimed, his smile seeming to be growing bigger and bigger by the second.
You looked at him with a confused expression and chuckled sweetly, “What diner?”
“Oh you know, the one you work at!” he proclaimed confidently, not breaking eye contact with you.
An uneasy feeling loomed over you, how’d he know where you worked? You gave him a smile, trying not to alert him in case things were about to get dangerous, he had said he was shy and had to build up the courage to talk to you, it’s entirely possible that he had been a regular patron who developed a crush on you. You nervously agreed to the date and the man happily skipped away, cheering happily that you had said yes.
Oddly enough, that was enough to relax your nerves, if he was dangerous he probably wouldn’t have been so nice, and he’d probably be a lot more forceful with you. You felt a small pang of guilt creep in, maybe you were being a little too judgemental. You took a deep breath and began to walk home, he was a nice guy, you told yourself, just awkward. You smiled to yourself, he was kind of cute, maybe this date wouldn’t be so bad.
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You scurried around your room trying to find something nice to wear, though it was about an hour and a half before you actually had to leave you had never been on a date before. What was overdressed and what was underdressed? What would he be wearing? Should you do your hair? All of these questions rang in your head before you flopped on your bed and screamed into your pillow. You stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath, whatever you wore it’d be fine. Maybe the date will be a nightmare and you’ll never have to see him again, or maybe it’ll go so well that it won’t matter what you wear because he’ll be so bewitched by your personality that you could wear a burlap sack and he’d still like you.
You stood up and went straight to your closet, picking out a nice shirt and a comfortable pair of pants, nothing too fancy, but also not too boring. You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying desperately to summon any courage you could find, it’s gonna be fine, I’m gonna have fun. You thought to yourself, repeating the mantra in your head as you left your apartment.
You approached the door of the diner and carefully opened it, the familiar sound of the old bell clanging in the air. You locked eyes with your coworker T.K who looked at you confused. You shrugged at them and took a seat at a booth somewhat close to the door, in case you had to run away. You adjusted yourself slightly before checking the window periodically to see if you could see your date making his way to meet you.
T.K soon approached you with a smirk on their face, “What are you doing here?” they asked, placing a cup of water in front of you.
“Just waiting on someone,” you answered absentmindedly.
T.K sat down in the booth with you on the opposite side, placing a menu between the two of you, “Is this a date?” they asked, looking you up and down.
You blushed slightly at the question and looked away from them, “Maybe, what if I was?” you teased.
A smirk spread on T.K’s face, but it lacked any kind of humor, “Then they’re an asshole for bringing you to your job,” they jabbed, standing up and going back behind the counter.
A few more minutes passed, and your date was still not here. You sighed and were about to ask for some food to go, of course, you got stood up, that guy was super weird, and T.K was right, who invites someone to their job for a date?
You then heard hurried footsteps approaching you and a body flew into the seat in front of you, low and behold it was your date, and he was just about as sweaty and awkward as he was the first time you met.
He wiped his brow and sat up straight, panting heavily, “Sorry I was running late, I know it’s super rude, but I promise there was a good reason for it,” you cocked your eyebrow at him, and he pulled out a long white box, pushing it in front of you.
He looked at you expectantly as you slowly opened the gift. You were presented with a beautiful ruby-red rose with a white ribbon tied around it. The thorns were carefully taken off and the petals were still damp with a light mist of water. You couldn’t help but smile at the gift, holding it up to your nose and gently smelling it. It was fresh and had a strong aroma that made the wait more than worth it.
“It’s a start,” you joke, “But now you have to pay for whatever I get,” you put the rose back in the box and look your date in the eyes, he had that same big smile he greeted you with, only this time it was a lot more gentle, you could see the infatuation in his eyes almost as if he had fallen head over heels for you in that exact moment. You couldn’t help but smile, you slid the box over to the side and handed him the menu.
“You don’t want anything?” he asked, eyeing the menu as he pawed through the thickly laminated pages.
“I work here, I know that not much is good, I’ll just get a shake and fries,” you answer, sipping the water that T.K gave you earlier.
“Alright then, this sandwich sounds pretty good,” he said folding the menu and placing it at the end of the table.
There was a long silence between the two of you, a conversation was begging to be started but no one knew what to say, despite that however, the silence that fell between you two was anything but awkward. It felt peaceful, like a nice breath of air. You looked over to the counter, T.K was missing, you felt a little bad for not working and rubbing your day off in their face, but you knew that the break was necessary.
“Hey,” you said suddenly, “How’d you know I work here?” you realized that you never asked him that when he offered the date, you had plenty of theories, but hearing it from his mouth directly might bring you some kind of ease.
The man blushed and avoided eye contact with you, “Well, I walk past here pretty often on my walks and I’ve caught a few glimpses of you, so uhm,” he cleared his throat, the blush spreading rapidly across his face, “So now I’ve made the diner a regular part of my daily walks…”
A smile crept onto your face along with a light blush, that was adorable you thought reaching across the table and taking his hand in yours, “I wish you would’ve come in sooner, maybe this date could’ve happened a while ago, and you wouldn’t have had to use that pickup line,”
“Well I’ve tried to a few times but uh, heh I got cold feet and just kept walking, I told myself that today was the day that I’d finally talk to you, but when I didn’t see you at work today I was worried it was a sign that it wasn’t going to work out,” he pouted, “But then I saw you at the park and I just knew I had to say something !”
You smiled softly, “Well now that we’re here I have another question,” you started, this had been something plaguing your mind since the moment the two of you met, he seemed open to answering anything, looking at you with anticipation.
“What’s up?” he asked, a small smile spreading across his face.
“What’s your name?” You asked.
His smile dropped instantly as if you had asked the most disrespectful question known to man. You felt your blood run cold as he grimaced at you, his body language instantly becoming closed off and slightly hostile
“I don’t like my name, hate it actually,” he scoffed, folding his arms to his chest, “I’d rather be called literally anything else, like a nickname or something,”
You paused for a second and felt a small pang of guilt hit you, he must have a really bad name, or at the very least horrible parents he wants to distance himself from. You hummed to yourself thoughtfully, maybe you could give him a nickname like he suggested he wanted. You looked at him, mentally scrolling through some names that may fit him. None of them seemed right however, none of them except for one.
“How about Peter?” you asked enthusiastically.
His face morphed into a disturbed look, he looked angry, as if he was about to scream, “How did you know my real name?..” he growled, his eyes darkening.
You paused and you felt your heart drop, “I-I didn’t, I just thought it fit you-”
“Were you talking to her ? Did she tell it to you?...” he argued, staring you down, rage filling his eyes.
You could feel your throat closing, “Seriously, I just thought it was nice, I mean I personally like the name b-but..” you got quiet and looked down at your hands as you started to fidget with your fingers.
He took a deep breath and his anger faded ever so slightly, “It’s fine, you can call me that since you seem to be so adamant about it,”
You sat there brewing in the tension that lay thick between you two, you couldn’t decide if you should fight back or just leave it alone, “For what it’s worth,” you say gently, taking his hand back in yours, “I think the name fits you, it’s gentle and calming just like you, so could you smile for me, Peter?”
Peter’s face softened and a smile crept its way onto his face, “Fine fine, you’re lucky that you’re cute,” You two looked into each other's eyes and smiled, the chemistry brewing and tension melting, Peter then chuckled suddenly, “Are we having a moment right now?”
You blushed and quickly looked away from him, to which he laughs and reaches a hand across to lift your chin up with his thumb, gently brushing the knuckle of his index finger over your bottom lip, looking at you with something… devious in his eyes. You clutched your legs together under the table and gulped, the blood flooding your face.
You two stayed that way for what felt like forever until a loud clang hit the table. It was T.K with your food? You two separated quickly and thanked them for your food, embarrassment on your face but a look of annoyance on Peter’s. You didn’t remember ordering the food, but everything seemed right.
You two shared a milkshake, and Peter stole a few of your fries, making you gently slap his hand away from your food. You two continued to talk and joke around with each other, feeling like you were the only ones who existed in this moment.
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The night was slowly approaching and you grew weary, your dishes were stacked and you felt content with the day you had.
“This was fun, I can’t wait to do this again,” you say, drinking the last bit of your milkshake before pushing all of the empty dishes to the end of the table for T.K to take later.
“Next time?” Peter asked, seeming choking on his spit from shock, “You wanna do this again?”
You smiled sweetly, “Yeah, this date wasn’t a total disaster,” you reply, grabbing a napkin from the holder and writing your name and number on it with the pen that came with the check. You then gently slid the napkin over to him and got up to leave, “Later Peter,” you smile as you walked out of the diner.
He stared at the napkin long after you said bye, his face lit up and a red hue invading it, he seemed thrilled, ecstatic even. It warmed your heart and brought a smile to your face.
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You arrive home, exhausted after a long day. You made your way to your room quietly, attempting not to wake your roommate, only to be met with the sounds of thrusting and moaning, showing that she was awake and very busy. You blushed and rushed off to your room to try to forget what you just heard.
Your room was dark and cool from the breeze entering through your window. You thought about closing it, but the coolness calmed you down and made your body suddenly feel heavy with just how tired you truly were. The window could be left open tonight, it’s not like anything would happen. You kicked off your pants and crawled into bed, letting the soft mattress hold you as your eyelids fell and you were finally asleep.
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You woke up and spent several minutes trying to pry your eyes open so you could get out of bed. You had a sinking feeling that you had been asleep for far too long, despite never hearing your alarm go off.
When you finally opened your eyes, your room was pitch black. Luckily, you didn’t oversleep, but you couldn’t turn your head. And, come to think of it, you couldn’t feel any part of your body… You looked around the room and attempted to open your mouth to call out to your roommate for help, but to your dismay, you couldn’t speak, let alone open your mouth. You started to panic. Maybe this is what sleep paralysis was, and coming to that realization, you were able to mentally calm yourself. You then noticed a light in the corner of your room, it was blue and seemed to loom over you, along with a tall, dark silhouette that seemed to be creeping closer and closer to you.
The figure looked familiar as they approached you, their smile growing larger and brighter as they crept closer and closer to your still body, the figure’s hands trailing along your thigh, causing you to feel your blood rushing through your body.
“Hi there, Darling,” the figure finally spoke, and it sounded like…
“Peter?” you called out timidly, your heart racing in your chest as the intruder continued to run their hands along your legs.
“What is it, Love?” he replied, the moonlight hitting his face, revealing that it was in fact him. The strange man that you went on a date with was in your room, touching you.
“What… Are you doing in my room, i-in my apartment ?” You asked, feeling your chest tighten and your face burn.
“You’re adorable,” he replied with a chuckle, “Though I guess when you’re dreaming, you don’t really realize it…”
You paused for a second and looked around, surveying your surroundings. Your room looked… emptier than normal, things were missing, and even the view from your window looked different. This is a dream… You felt your face burn harder as you realized that you’re dreaming about him, your date, and he’s touching you. In your room…
“I’m dreaming…” You repeated out loud as you looked into his eyes. He had a blank expression on his face, causing you to feel more embarrassed.
“It’s okay, in your dreams everything is fine, right?” he asked with his signature puppy dog smile.
You couldn’t help but smile, even in your dreams, he’s still the sweetest guy you’ve ever met, his personality even sticking in your mind, “Yeah, I guess that’s fair, I’m just… I’m happy this is a dream, otherwise I don’t think I’d be able to look at you the same way.” you chuckled to yourself.
“Well… your dream is about to get much better,” he sneered, his hands traveling up from your calves to your cheek.
You felt your body getting warmer as Peter hovered over you, kneeling down to kiss you from your forehead to your collarbones, his hand traveling down to your waist, playing with the band on your underwear, snapping it onto your hips. He then looked you in the eyes and smiled warmly, working his hand further down your underwear.
“What are you-”
“Shh, baby, please, I want this to be everything you could’ve ever wanted,” he whispered, making his way down to your stomach, kissing his way down to your hips. His fingers trailed down and began teasing you, causing you to yelp and cry out.
“Peter, what are you doing?” you called out past your moans as you felt something enter you.
“Making you feel good, we all have secret desires, and it seems like this is yours,” he purred, working two of his fingers in you gently, curling them ever so slightly to hit that sweet spot inside of you. You couldn’t believe what you were feeling, the pleasure roared through your body, and you gripped your sheets as hard as you could, trying your hardest not to moan. You could hear him chuckle as he worked his fingers in you faster and faster.
“Peter, please,” you begged, trying to squeeze your thighs together.
He pulled them apart, seemingly with ease, and pinned them down to the bed, pulling your underwear down.
“Fuck you look so good, you almost look… delicous ” he chuckled as he stuck his tongue out and licked you agonizingly slow, hitting every sensitive spot. After licking you a few more times, he plunged his tongue deep inside of you. You had no idea that his tongue was so long, but the way it swirled inside of you made you moan.
You covered your face with your arm and held back your moans as best you could before Peter took your arm and held it down.
“Please don’t hide from me, I wanna see your face contort with pleasure, and I wanna see you struggle with the overwhelming amount of pleasure you’re feeling right now. Just be good for me, okay, Love?” he pleaded.
“Why are you doing this?” you pleaded between moans.
“Because I love you silly, and this is your dream, so…” he continued, not letting up with the pleasure, instead switching back to using his fingers to play with you, causing your eyes to water.
You couldn’t speak coherently, despite that, you still pleaded for the pleasure to stop. You could feel your vision blurring along with your mind getting foggy. When you looked down, Peter was looking at you like you were precious… More than precious, like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. His bright blue eyes were almost hypnotic, and you felt your body start to relax. Your body’s reaction brought a smirk to his face as he planted kisses on your thighs. They were soft and filled with a mind-numbing mixture of love and lust as his hands trailed every curve of your body.
“Peter, please,” you begged, your hips involuntarily grinding on his fingers.
His smile grew wider as he hummed with amusement, “What is it, dear? Would you like to let go for me, does it feel good, my love?”
You felt your hips start to tense up as you got closer and closer to your climax, your breathing got heavier as his fingers curled more and more, teasing every sensitive nerve, making you drunk with ecstasy. Your back arched, and you moaned Peter’s name one last time before…
“What, why did you stop?” you asked frantically, panting heavily, your hips desperately trying to connect back with his fingers.
“I don’t think you deserve it,” he said coldly, his smile dropping, “Not yet anyways…”
You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “Please, y-you can’t leave me like this, please Peter, just let me-”
He put a finger over your mouth and chuckled, “You’re adorable, but I can’t do that for you, no matter how enticing I think your begging is. I can’t let you, because you don’t love me yet. But you will, I’ll make sure of it.”
Peter reached over and grabbed something, it smelled oddly sweet as it got closer and closer to your nose. The last thing you heard him say was goodnight before your whole world turned dark.