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"New Hire"

sorry y'all for not posting but I was in a car accident but I got this worked up in the meanwhile.

Description: After working in the lab for a couple of months, you've caught the eye of a particular doctor and vice versa.

(Once again, don't judge as I'm not spell-checking and writing this at 1 a.m. on a Friday)

Paring: Dr. Brenner x Fem!NurseReader

Warning(s): Nothing bad. Fluff, Age gap, Crushing over an older man (much older man), Mutual pining

Words: 2.4k

They hired you for that very reason; you were good for business.

From your previous job as a nurse, your credentials undoubtedly provided plenty of evidence that you were ready to prepare for the following assignment you've been informed of. It wasn't your exact decision to pick your new job. But somehow, unsure if it was a good or bad decision on your implorer to choose you to be placed in a small town named Hawkins in Indiana. Before your assignment, you'd never heard of the town beforehand, yet you were sent quickly after a certain phone call.

And once you stepped foot in the town you were quick to realize that something was off, but in fear of coming off as rude, as you weren't born and raised in this town like most of the people who lived in Hawkins. You kept your mouth shut on the matter.

Raising the small poster card in your fingers to your face, the print becomes so impossibly small nowadays. It read: The Hawkins National Laboratory, operated by the U.S. Department of Energy. It was a federal complex located in the back of the town, disappearing into the deep forest covering the small town. Once again it gave you an off-putting aura. But nonetheless, a briefcase full of your credentials and background paperwork. A smile brightly on your lips to make a good impression.

As you walk toward the large building, a couple of so-called employees walk past you. Evidently by the lab coats and most of them eyeing you while you walked past each of them, you grip onto the briefcase as if it was your lifeline. It was also evident that you were somewhat nervous - no, you were completely nervous. All your boss told you before sending you this way was that a Dr. Brenner looked over your file and agreed that you were a perfect spot to fill. And in perfect timing as they had unfortunately lost an employee earlier within the week and needed you to fill the spot. And before you got the chance to ask why and how you exactly got the spot, you were gone.

Maybe it was for the better side of you not to know what happened to that past employee, but it did nag you even further as you made your way inside the building.

What you saw were bright fluorescent lights shining down on the white walls and white-tailed floor. Your eyes scan, you see long hallways with the same lights. Many walls were covered with floor-to-ceiling windows, which were still covered by blinds to somewhat shut the outside world from what was happening inside this building. A receptionist sat behind a large desk, typing away in their work, enough for them to not take notice of your presence. And large doors that were shut, the only way in was to type in a code, as evident by the keypad beside the doors. And before you could gawk at the new facility you were placed at, a hand rested on your shoulder.

You were quick on your heels to turn to the person intruding your personal space, but before you could speak upon your behalf a voice that belonged to the hand on your shoulder spoke.

"You must be the new hire." It was short-spoken, but that voice. His voice. It made you wholly drawn to him, an unmounted amount. You stand there speechless at the man before you, his height made you unnerved. He hovered over you, casting a shadow of his own down on you. His silver hair was perfectly styled, along with his perfectly fitted suit that hugged his body. His tie is a matching color to put it all together.

And once again before you could speak, he removed his hand from you. "You just looked a little lost. It was pretty obvious that you had to be my new nurse I hired." His sharp smile plastered on his lips, his words flowing smoothly past his lips and tongue. Embarrassing you could already feel the small hint of blush touch your cheeks. Your hands still clenched around your briefcase. "You must be Dr. Brenner." You smile with a small chuckle to help ease you with this interaction. You didn't understand why you were so starstruck with the man in front of you, you've never had this type of reaction with anyone you've just met. For heaven sake, you just met him. You breathe heavily to steady yourself. "Yes, I indeed am." He chuckles along with you, he smooths his hands down his suit side and your gaze follows his hands as well, and once your eyes come back to his face he must have caught you in the act. The way his eyes had a glimpse of curiosity, but it must of been not for long as you blinked and that looked disappeared.

"It's my pleasure to have you working beside me." He sticks his hand out, that smile of his still on his face and as you reach out to shake his, you take a closer look at his face. The small wrinkles along his forehead while his eyebrows lifted, lines faded into his skin by his eyes and by his lips. His gaze still pierced through yours. If you weren't holding onto a briefcase or his hand you don't know what you'd do with your hands to steady yourself. Well other than shaking his hand in approval.

Unlinking your hands you ask, "So, what exactly is my position here at Hawkins National Laboratory of Energy?" Dr. Brenner once again chuckles, this time at your question. You should have felt uncomfortable at that response as it was poking your head the entire time coming down to Hawkins. Why would they need a nurse to work at an Energy department of all things? But how comfortable Dr. Brenner had already made you feel, it took the unfavorable response away from your thoughts. Even if in the back of your head was telling you differently. "Follow me." He tells as he turns his way towards one of the hallways and redundantly you're right behind, and you were glad you couldn't see yourself in that moment because you must have looked like a lost puppy following right behind him.

And after that you had been right behind Dr. Brenner for months on end.

But Dr. Brenner had no idea how easily and how quickly you would carve out a spot in his heart, nor how powerless he would be to stop it. And for a while, it was easy enough to ignore, to deny that little portion of his heart even existed. After all, it was obvious to him that all the smiles and laughter you exchanged with the patrons was never anything more than harmless flirtation. But as the months past, that little portion began beating faster and louder every time someone spoke your name, quietly and unassumingly sneaking its way through every surface of his heart, embedding itself like the beautiful deep roots of an oak tree.

And once you ever spoke to him - It felt as if cotton was logged back in his throat, leaving his mouth dry. A gentle cough into his fist before speaking to you. It was rather comical seeing the 6'3 older man in front of you blushing from slight embarrassment when it came to talk to you. But that was also a reason that drew you in further. Just as if it was the first sight of you that mirrored his response.

You can't remember when the both of you drew that fine line of employee and employer, but you were so glad you did pass that line with him. Nothing happened between the both of you other than spending casual time after work together at his home for drinks and dinner. It was planned every other day, but nothing further than that. But it was plain obvious what the two of you had become from an outward perspective. Even if it was not spoken out loud. The way the both of you look into each other's eyes said plenty enough without words.

Being in his presence puts you to ease all the whistle you worked on your project. You knew he hated what he did to those children, he cared as if it was his own. And he knew you hated your work as well. On the rare occasions you'd talked about work while having dinner together, he'd always ask the same question, "Do you regret coming out to work with me?" and every time he'd ask, you'd respond, "What I don't regret is meeting you." and the conversation would end there. Plain and simple as you didn't need to explain further because it was the truth, you didn't regret getting a job out in this small town.

You stand in front of Dr. Brenner, that blush still touching his cheeks as he rests his hands in his pockets. "Is dinner still on tonight?" He asks discreetly, rather tries to ask discreetly as your other coworkers had caught on to the somewhat affair you two were having, if you could call it that. You giggle a little at his question, he'd always ask you the same thing every time you did have your dinner plans together. "Yes - yes as always Dr. Brenner." You smile brightly up at him. And there it is again, the small hint of blush on his cheeks.

And before you could say anything else he interrupts you. "Call me Martin." He swallows, his Adam's apple slightly bobbles down. A small shutter of breath coming out of his nostrils. Was he nervous?

"Martin?" You repeat back to him, your eyebrow quirked up. A slight tease towards the older man as this was the first time telling you his name. He nods in agreement, "Please." He questions - Well, more as a statement for you to follow rather than asking you to. You had already figured out his name by his paperwork, but you still never addressed it. You felt that would cross an even further line with the two of you, but now, it felt like such a thing he would do. He was always the first to engage in the relationship between the two of you, but you were glad that he felt more comfortable with you sharing his first name.

"Okay Martin, let's go and have dinner." He smiles down at you and reaches for his coat on the back of his desk chair. "Before we get to my house we have to stop at the store to get some crayons." He reaches for his office door and opens it for you before the two of you make your way down the hallway. "Crayons?" You question as you pass your fellow coworkers, small and quick goodbyes and goodnights follow along. "Yes, number 10 is improving on his insight but I'm wasting these crayons fast." You glance up at him and he does that same to you, your eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. "Well that's surprising." You say as he punches in the code in the pad, the door swinging open within seconds.

"What do you mean?" He questions you, confused about what you meant by that. "I've seen you draw, I'm just surprised you're wasting them with your drawing abilities." You speak truthfully, that man could take a drawing class to help him. He could barely draw a stick figure by itself. Before he could argue back at your words you speak up, "You might be the smartest man I've ever met Martin, but you can't draw for shit." And with that he could argue with that. But he gladly takes the compliment you fished out for him, even if you didn't realize you did in the first place.

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thatpunklani · 2 years

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"Little One"

Description: He might seem to be the bad guy, but is he really a bad guy?

This is basically episode 5 from season 4 re-written with you in it. Also, I'm writing this at 3 am on a Wednesday and I am not spell checking.

(I know people will either hate me or something for writing this, but I haven’t seen literally anyone write for Dr. Brenner and I am so attracted to older men, so this is not an apology for him or his actions, but I find him so hot. Sorry, but enjoy I guess.)

Pairing: Dr. Brenner x Fem!ScientistReader

Warning(s): SMUTTT! Get ready and hold on tight, its a bumpy ride ;) Age gap, Dumbification, Praise, a bit of Fluff, Dirty talk???, Non protection (wear a damn condom y’all), Pulling out, Cum eating, Pet names, tell me if i missed anything :)

MDI!! I will block you if you are underage!!

Words: 9k

This all started with Dr. Owens.

He was the one to drag you down into this cellar in the middle of nowhere and even further nowhere. You weren’t - rather, you couldn’t speak about the project with anyone other than your fellow scientist. Had to leave your family behind, even if you were one of the few who didn’t have a husband or wife or any children behind for the greater good. You knew this was for the "greater good" as Sam told you over the phone and that was it.

Your first day was beside Sam. You face him with concern while glancing back at the rickety-looking elevator, hearing the grinding shutters of the shaft coming up to greet both of you. He holds out his hand before lifting up the security gate to the elevator. You give him one more look that was basically shouting out, “Do you really expect me to get on that thing?” He turns to you while walking back into the elevator, “It’s not as bad as it looks, c’mon.” With little hesitation, you follow suit.

He closes the gate and hits the button pointing down as he proceeds to tell you more about the project you’d be working on. You knew it sounded dumb that you would blindly follow Dr. Owens without the knowledge of what you’d be working on or researching for, but he reached out to you for help, knowing you’d be a good teammate to work with and had a smart head as well. “You really didn’t think we were working out of a shed, did you?” He chuckles with amusement while the slight shake of the elevator, “Well you didn’t really tell me much over the phone Sam.” You scroff while biting your inner cheek, something was off about this place. “You know better than anyone I couldn’t say anything over the phone.” You furrow our brows at his response, he was right and you knew people would be listening.

The elevator continue to rumble as you were lowered down into the earth. “So, are you going tell me what I’m here for exactly?” He smiles at you, always straight to the point you are. “Project N.I.N.A.” He says with enthusiasm and a clap of his hands. Again he looks down at you to see your reaction, waiting for the obvious. “What does N.I.N.A stand for?” He just gives you a smirk and before you could question, you felt the hard thud beneath your feet.

Once reached the bottom with a halt the gates open the tunnel-like system awaits, Sam holds out his hand for you to go ahead of him. On your first steps off your eyes look everywhere to get a clear picture, the lights are faulty and flicker, beside the elevator there was a guard, and from what you can see it looks like the tunnels go on for a couple of hundred feet each side. There was a tunnel going straight, and two tunnels going either side. It was somewhat dark and damp. You look back at him, “I know damn well you didn’t build all of this yourself.” He laughs at your sarcasm and tucks his hands in his pockets. “Yes, you are correct, more like a facelift.” He exclaims while doing a little twirl, looking at everything he has done with this place. This had an eerieness to it, with the slight hum of the lights and the temperature chilling your arms. “You know what ICBM stands for?” He asks a few more steps into the tunnel. “Intercontinental ballistic missile?” It took you a moment before answering but once the words left your lips that's when it clicked in your head. “We used to store them in these silos, but we haven’t used this one in years.” He has a cheeky grin on, proud of his thinking, and almost the perfect place to do his research with the government finding out where he was. “The perfect hiding spot.” You somewhat gawk at this realization and his cleverness. Which he feeds his ego with.

“I mean why not use this big ol’ empty space? So, we repurposed it to hold something much more powerful than a missile.” He lifts his hands out of his pockets while talking to exaggerate his point. You nod and lift your gaze back up at Sam to see what he was going to follow up with, but your mind was already set. The rumor had to be true, you’ve never known anyone who’s actually seen her in real life before or seen what she had in store. Yet here you are. It was something for him to drive you to an unlocated security government facility, but it was a completely different thing to make you go down to this cellar with the most dangerous thing that was possibly created. And it had to be you to be a scientist. “Eleven.”

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Over the few months of working on the project, you’ve been close with your fellow worker. Anne and Tracy are your favorites, along with a couple of others. Most of your coworkers and you have knitted a close circle while working together.

But you all waited ever so patiently for that elevator door to open and show her, the whole reason you’ve been down here for months and left everything behind. And that day finally arrived with the familiar crashing thud of the elevator landing on the bottom floor.

You and your fellow scientist peek over our workspaces to see if we could steal a glance at Eleven. And there she was, Dr. Owens, giving his little speech about everything she needed to know. And while passing through between the other scientists Dr. Owens calls out for you, “Erm, Y/n follow me.” It took you a moment to process what he meant, that and he had picked you. You shake yourself off and while passing your friends they give you small thumbs up and the other with their jaws slightly slack at the sight of Eleven.

You follow right behind them both, “You’ll have to forgive the staring. You’re a bit of a celebrity down here.” Dr. Owens explains to the teen. She had her hair done up in a ponytail, she wore flannel and had light denim wash jeans. She looks up at Sam and glances back at you for a second. “I am?” She questions and before Sam could answer you butt in, “You - You’re bigger than Madonna over here.” Sam laughs at the comparison, but it was right. She was the talk of the town down here, everything you were doing was for her. How could she not be a big deal? She gives you a timid smile and looks back at Sam.

“They’ve all given up their lives, their jobs, their families. To come work on this program, cause they believe in this cause. They believe in you.” Dr. Owen explains further to Eleven, all while she listens closely.

The door in front swiftly opens, you three walk together into the main workspace. This was where you kept N.I.N.A, a huge tank full of saltwater and televisions. At first, looking at the prototypes while ironing out the specifics you were all but confused as to what you were looking at, but once Sam explained his blueprint and the overall idea it made sense why he called you down here in first place. “We call her Nina.” He speaks to Eleven as she admires the tank, “What is it?” She asks and Sam is about to answer her when you heard his voice.

“If we told you, it would ruin the surprise.” He states.

Looking up through your lashes you hear those footsteps, slightly echoing through the room. His black classic loafer beneath you all. His perfectly tailored suit hugged him just in a delicious amount. His matching tie and light pin-striped shirt. His silver hair was styled to perfection while his hands gripped the rails. A scar ran down from his eyebrow and down his cheek. Yes, you’ve heard all the rumors and talk about Dr. Brenner. He was a bad man, the devil inside a suit as some say. But what they forgot to tell you was that he wasn’t an eyesore to look at, rather the opposite, you could stare at the man for hours on end without getting bored. It sounds rather shameful to admit out loud as you also know what he’s done with these kids, but he did care for them. Almost as if a father would care for his children, and you know that he would love them and he would mourn the ones he's lost. Again, embarrassingly admitting you couldn’t get enough of the man who stood atop the stairwell, looking down at Eleven.

Dr. Owen's worrisome eyes look back at Eleven, he already knew the effect of seeing him would cause her. What you didn’t know was the reason why you were standing with him as well. You also glance at the frightened girl. She slightly shook like a leaf, it started to alert you that something was very wrong.

“Hello, Eleven.” He speaks directly to her, he never shifted his gaze elsewhere, just watching her reaction to seeing him again. Eleven’s breathing became heavy and labored, a telling sign she was getting anxious, plus she started to step back to get further distance from Dr. Brenner. “I know.” He takes a step down, “You're frightened of me.” He continues and still observes Eleven’s reaction, she closes her mouth and slowly starts to shake her head in denial, it wasn’t just Dr. Brenner staring at her at this point, it felt as if everyone in the room was watching the interaction take place.

“Perhaps, in our time apart, you may have even grown to hate me. But all I’ve wanted to do is to help you.” He takes steps further down while speaking. “And right now, I think you very much need my help.” He reaches the bottom step, still, his eyes never broke away from her, but your eyes were glued to him. It felt as if every word that slipped off his tongue was enchanting to you, if you could look at yourself that this moment you knew your eyes were dilated and had a somewhat dorky smile at him. It was hard to break this trance, but you had to look over at Eleven to see her state. Any moment she could have a panic attack and you knew that it was coming sooner rather than later. “Your gifts have been stolen, I believe I know why. And I believe I know how to get them back.” He waltzes toward Eleven. And you couldn’t deny the fact laying out in front of you, the man did know what he was doing, he’s been at it for ages. From the diagrams and plans for the experiments to take place, he seems like he had a clear plan of workings.

He now stands in front of her, “Let us work together again.” You wish you could have said something before he put his hand on her shoulder as it was crystal clear that she did not want to be touched and especially by him. But there was no stopping him now, “You and I.” She glares down at his hand, “Daughter and Papa.” That’s when she glared back at him in disgust, her face fastly turning sour at the memories. She quickly pushed off of him and began to run out the door.

But before she could make her grand run along, she ran into you and somewhat pushed you away, but that shove caused you to fall down. You watch as she runs down the hall and passes your coworkers. You knew she didn't mean to push you that hard or come off as rude, you understood that this was stressful and couldn't blame the young teen for her actions.

Right when you were about to lift yourself off the floor you heard a shuffle. Blinking your eyes up at the person offering you their hand, which you had conjured up was Dr. Owen’s but it took you by surprise when you looked up at him and it was Dr. Brenner's rather larger hand.

Palm down and a toothy smile, “Here, let me.” He gestures with his hand and you slowly take it in yours. This was your first time interacting with Dr. Brenner, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at his kindness. And once your hands intertwine he lifts you up quickly with ease.

From where you stood you had to look up at the man, he easily stands at 6’3. Which would be intimidating but the smile he adored and his sweet action put you into a muttering mess. Somehow you managed to say a quick ‘thank you' before averting you gaze back to Eleven who is now down at the hall speaking to the guards who blocked her way to the only exit she knew of. You three start rushing down the elongated hall to catch up to the teen before anything goes out of hand. And before you or any of the two men could react, a doctor injected her with a mixture of drugs to knock her out for a couple of hours.

You hear her shouting and pleading to stop the doctor but nonetheless, she was poked and after a couple of seconds you saw her body go limp. “Leave her.” Dr. Brenner says, pushing away the guards. Crocheting down to carry her. She still pleads with everyone, but it didn't matter now. “I’m sorry Eleven. This is not how I wanted things to begin.” Her eyes start to flutter as she tries to fight off the drugs running through her veins. “But everything’s going to be all right. You’re home now.” He cradles her in his arms as she slowly drifts away into sleep.

Dr. Owen and you share a look of concern, then look back at the two.

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You sit watching as the machine beside you whirls out printing paper. The wavelengths full-on display while the screens in front of you show what exactly Eleven was seeing. It was like seeing her dream in a way. And from what you could tell, she was not having an amazing time. “Her heart rate’s now 120 BPM.” You hold off the paper and look up at the two men, who are looking out at the tank. You monitor beeping out more distress signals.

Dr. Owens sighs through his nostrils, “She’s rejecting it.” He sounds divided and somewhat disappointed, but you and everyone knew she wouldn’t just get her power magically. “Give her time.” Dr. Brenner confirms. “No, no, no. We shouldn’t have just thrown her in like this. She’s going to drown in there.” Sam rests his hand on his face as he continues to sigh in disapproval. He’s still in denial, even after dragging you all down here, and for that reason, you softly scoff at him. He if really didn’t believe this was going to work or harm Eleven he should have made his point clear. But Dr. Brenner refers to Dr. Owens. “No, she is going to swim.” He smiles down at the tank, clear that he believed in the teen. He buttons up his suit coat he gives a quick smile to both of you as head heads for the door. Sam is now looking at you and down at the machine, whirring down scribbles.

It had been a couple of hours since Dr. Brenner was in the wing. But he was quickly called over by Sam once Eleven’s BPM started rising again. She was having another episode. You two watch intensely at the screens showing what she was experiencing. She stood atop a chair in the rainbow room, once again you’ve only heard rumors of what happened in that room and the facility. So it was strange for you to actually see it on screen, it wasn’t what you’d imagine at all. She peers through the security camera, furious at whoever was playing this somewhat sick game with her mind. “Stop this!” She yells loudly, causing you to take a step back at her anger. From everything you saw and heard, when she was angry it was a death wish for anyone around her. Dr. Brenner side-eyes you as she continues her rage, “Let me out!” She pants with her yelling and pleads. It broke your heart to see her in so much mental torment.

She looks back toward the room and hoped down the chair. She slowly steps into the mirror, at first you couldn’t tell what she was doing but soon see the small child version of herself. Her hand reaches her face to caress her own cheek. But before anything else could happen Dr. Brenner held the speaker phone and pressed into it. His voice booming through the room she was in, Eleven's head whips up to the ceiling at his voice.

“In 1786, Nicolas Dalayrac wrote an opera called “Nina”. It’s a story about a young woman whose lover was killed in a duel.” He steals another glance at you while speaking, but you are unaware as you watched Eleven’s movement. She slowly circled her surrounding to find where his voice was coming from. But she never found the pinpoint. She softly mutters out, “Papa.” A sad expression painted on her face. “Nina was so traumatized that she buried the memory. It was as if it never happened. Every day, she would return to the train station to await her lover’s return. A return that would never be. If only Nina could know the truth.” He looks back at the monitors. She shook her head in disapproval, “This. This isn’t real.” She stutters out. “No. But it once was.” He starts to explain to her, her eyebrows still furrow and confused. “A memory.” She states more like a question and Dr. Brenner was there to praise her. “Very good.”

She's still confused about what this all meant, “How?” She pushes further with her question. “Never mind how.” He ignores her question and began to speak before she cut him off. “Let me out. I want out!” She busted out with anger, she bites her inner cheek while expressing her wants to leave. It even saddens you to know you could help her at that moment, this was for the greater good. But her cries made it all the more harder.

“I’m sorry, Eleven. You’ll have to find your own way out. Leave your train station, stop waiting. Focus. Listen. Remember.” He says, referring back to the mention of Nina, Eleven huffs out in frustration and mumbles out something inaudible before shuttering out a heavy breath.”I don’t understand!” She yells back, but by now Dr. Brenner shut off the microphone and placed it on the table in front of him, all the machines and computers beeping and whirling out nonsense. Eleven’s voice echo back to her in the rainbow room, even the other children didn’t react to her obscene action. And once again the tall blonde elder stood in front of her. Going off his normal little script.

You both watch silently at the screens, Dr. Brenne leading more back towards you. In seeing this you face him and he does the same. That sharp yet devilishly handsome smile appears on his face once again. “How do you think she’s doing. In there, I mean.” He ask with a slight nervous tick, why was he even asking for your opinion on the matter? You take one last glance at the computer screen, “I think she’ll adapt to it. But she might need a little more time adjusting to it.” You look back at the monitor, showing that Dr. Brenner is on screen. Even then he still looked good, a small tint of blush floods your cheeks, which is evident by the look exchanged by the both of you, and the slow smirk turning on his lips.

Before anything else could be said between the two of you Dr. Owens opens the door. Interrupting your conversation, but what confused you was the way Dr. Brenner took a few steps away from you, you hadn’t realized he was that close to you. You missed his warmth beside you. “How’s she doing?” Sam asks cheerfully, he must have drank his afternoon coffee by the way his mood had drastically changed from the previous conversation you had with him. Now he had hope. “ Very well.” Dr. Brenner claims and Sam looks at me for confirmation, “She’s swimming now.” You nod while speaking.

A relieved sign escapes Sam's mouth, “Good. Cause I just got off the phone with Stinson. We don’t have a lot of time.” This took you by surprise. “I thought you had said it could take months to get her whole powers back, and now we’re supposed to do it in days?”Your question was presented with the fact that he did promise he had time on his side, but now you had to rush this job, it could be dangerous to bring all this trauma back to Eleven so quickly. The two men took your warning but ignored you altogether. “Well then, she’ll just have to swim faster.” Dr. Brenner looks back at you.

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For the time being, you had been kept up in the wing, continuously scanning her BPM and monitoring her vitals. It had been a while since Dr. Owen had shown his face, all while Dr. Brenner stood beside you. From where you sat and the height difference between the two of you was dramatic and it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter away at your expense. Every now and then he would strike up a conversation with you, as you were the only one besides himself in the room. It would last a few minutes before fizzling out or hearing Eleven’s monitor beep. In the moments of silence, it was not awkward, but rather very comfortable to be in his presence. And from where you sat his cologne carried through the atmosphere, his signature scent resembling an oak wood and slight cinnamon. It puts you at ease.

But what took you out of your daze was the monitor beeping loudly and fast. With a hit of a button, sending a callout for Dr. Owen. He came rushing past the door. “What is happening?” He ask quickly and worried. You scan at the sheet below you, “She’s going into arrest.” Your eyebrows knit in confusion and slight anger. How could you let this happen to her? But before you could argue with yourself even further, Dr. Owns stook out his hand and point to Dr. Brenner. “Okay, that’s enough. Pull her out.” He loudly spoke to him. All while Dr. Brenner looks down at the tank as the monitor beeping continues. “Pull her out!” He starts to shout at him. Your eyes never leaving the trail of paper shooting out as her virtual are up the roof, signaling that she was going into full arrest. “She’s going to die if you don’t pull her out now.” You mutter just loud enough to get your point across to the two men. At your words laced with anger, Dr. Brenner tosses his coat to the side chair and begins to roll up his sleeve, following shortly behind Dr. Owens out the door.

Now you stand with a fellow coworker, Dr. Owen and Dr. Brenner examine Eleven. She's heavily panting while Dr. Brenner's hand rests on her. “Alright. Get her some air, for christ’s sake.” Dr. Owen rudely speaks down at you over the chaos happening around you. You quickly put the air guard over her face as she wiggles beneath you. “It’s okay.” Dr. Brenner tries to soothe her, “It will take time to adjust. But you’re safe now, hmm?” He looks at you and your eyes connect, you felt bad for him, he knew he was causing this much distress on his so-called “daughter”.

While being distracted for a moment, Eleven somehow reached out for the automated external defibrillator aka the paddles and swung at Dr. Brenner. She shrieks while doing so and proceeds to stand up from the table, leaving us all in shock at this display.

Dr. Brenner groans at the pain and his hand reaches up to the obvious cut, blood leaking down from his temple, along with a busted lip. As he's toppled over he rests his hand on the table to lift himself up, You all turn to watch as Eleven runs once again out to the lab.

All you heard was the muffled screams of Eleven, And the three of you follow quickly behind to try to catch her before she could escape, she really was giving you all a workout. And by the sound of it, she must have been all the way to the elevators already. And before you knew it a blast of light and shattering of the dim lights above broke with her scream. You watch as the guards fly freely into the air and bounce off the way with their weight. She curled up on a ball on the floor, tucked in knees to her chest. She gasps for air and lifts he head to the ceiling.

“Remarkable.” Dr. Brenner says as he walks up to her, his shoes making an echo along the way. Eleven slowly turns back at Dr. Brenner, ignoring everyone else but him. “Stay away.” Her facial expression said it all, she was mad and you worried for Dr. Brenner as he ignored her words and continued to step closer to her. She stands up with some trouble, but once she faces him she reaches out, “I said stay away!” She shouts to him, expecting him to fly back like the guard before but nothing happened. Relieving you with a sigh. Dr. Brenner reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small handkerchief and begins to dab his busted lip. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” He wipes his lip and glances down at the blood. She glares at her hand, almost in a disappointed gaze at her body failing her. “I don’t understand.” She said while poting. “I do.” He tucks away the handkerchief back into his pocket and stands in front of her, sticking out his hand for her to join him.

That’s when the door to the elevator opens with a ding, she slowly turns back to look at the only door to her escape. The only way to leave this hell hole, but his words struck her. It did look for a second like she would run out and escape but she turned back to face Dr. Brenner and down at his hand. Tears ringing her eyes, "Papa?” She asks innocently. “Daughter.” He responded, a smile forming on his lips as she placed her hand in his. Both of them watch hand n’ hand back down the corridor and back to the main lab. Leaving you to check up on the guards, but you already could tell that most were dead or knocked out unconscious. This was becoming more difficult than originally thought on all ends.

—--

After a short while of finishing your work up from such an intensive day, you swipe your hand along your face as you make your way down the hall. Which happens to be where Dr. Brenner’s office was, you saw his name on his door every day as you walked to your private living corridors along with the other staff. And every day the door was shut, but now it was cracked open. And as you pass you halt and in the small glimpse you saw was Dr. Brenner hunched down his chair while wiping away the blood from his lip again, he must have opened it from eating dinner which was also beside him on his desk.

Sure it was impulsive to walk towards his office but once your hand touches to door to peek further in, Dr. Brenner’s eyes are on your figure to see who was interrupting him but when he saw it was only you, his face eased. “What brings you here?” He questions with that damn smile that first catches your eye. You subconsciously smile back at him, “It looks like you need help with that.” You lift up your hand to point to the cut, gesturing you’d be kind enough to help him. He looks down and chuckles before glancing back up at you, “Yeah, I might need some help.” He agrees with your assistance and as you take your first steps in his office. What hit you first was the temperature, why was it so cold everywhere?

Walking to him you got a closer look into the office, which was concreted dark but what adored the walls to ceiling were bookshelves, but not filled with books. It was completed with VHS tapes, all had scotch tape lining the side with a handwritten tagline. But to be polite you looked away as you thought you were gawking at this point. Turning your attention back at the man in front of you, he pulls up a chair beside him.

“Where’s your first aid?” You ask and he simply points to his desk, specifical at the bottom drawer, once opening it you hold it up slightly excitedly. You swiftly sit down and turn towards him. Still, with the height difference, he had to place his elbows on his thighs. His eyes pierce yours and you feel your face turn red, but quickly your gaze turns to the first aid and opens it. Looking back up at him with a sanitizing wet cloth. You could just wince at the pain this was going to cause Dr. Brenner. You reach forward his face and take it in your opposite hand, all while the meanwhile your dominant hand slowly makes its way to his lip, and before you proceed to clean him up you warn him, “This might hurt, I’m sorry.” You crack a smile to break the tension you’ve created and he quickly tells you, “Nothing to be sorry for little one.” With his words, you swallow harshly.

You lightly dab the open wound and he hisses with the pain, his chest heaves but he doesn’t move away from you, rather leaning into your touch. You try your best to be gentle, you stare intently at the cut while Dr. Brenner looked directly at you, his eyes never living you. You could feel his eyes boring holes at you, “So why do you think Eleven has no memory of the events you’re showing her.” You try to make conversation to somewhat ease your anxiety with being so up and close with him, that you could practically feel his breath on you. His mouth opens to begin talking and that's the cue for you to stop cleaning that cut and the move on his cheek instead. “Well, our brains have a defense mechanism in place.” He begins, “To protect it from the bad memories, from trauma.” He slightly winces from the alcohol cleaning his cut before continuing. “She buried these memories long ago. She had demons from her past. And if we go too fast, I’m afraid she’ll get lost in the darkness. And if she’s lost, so are we all. I can't lose her.”

He speaks softer as you inch closer to get a closer look at him, unsure if he needed a few stitches or not. You were practically on top of him, stepping out of your chair to get a better look at him to see if he had any more scratches or cuts to clean up for him. Both your hands hold onto his face. You were so close together, his warmth surrounding you like your own personal blanket. By the way, his eyes are half-lidded and lips slightly agape, he must have been feeling the same way you were.

This wasn’t for personal gain, but something in you told you that this was wrong of you. But just looking down at him was enough for your mind to change. He was rough and intimidating. Yet, there’s a softness all the same. His smile was brought up again. It renders you stupid. Makes you unable to stop. And so, in a move that may be ridiculous, dangerous, and all manner of other things, holding your breath, you brush a soft kiss against the top of his lips.

He’s so fucking warm and smells like the cologne you just got a glimpse of earlier. As quickly you went in for the kiss was how quickly he pulled back. His hands snake their way to yours and pull your hands down, at the same time he stands up. You face him with nerves, this was a mistake, he must have been furious - that was very inappropriate and unprofessional of you.

Without a word, he reaches out to hold your face and gives you a kiss, connecting his lip to yours, you felt your body melt into him. His lips were soft and the kiss was tender. As your positions swapped, you reach up to grab a hold of his button-down, crumbling the collar as it was the only thing you could grab. As if it was the only one keeping you up at the moment. Which rightfully so was. One of his hands trails behind your neck and presses further into the kiss. With deepening the kiss, you press your body closer to him, your chest pushing up against his. Leaving you to softly sigh in bliss. He breaks the kiss with a huff of amusement. “You like that?” Dr. Brenner questions in your ear, his voice is oddly husky. That firm pressure against your chest wavers. Tongue darting nervously across his lips, he looks like he wants to say more but breaks off, his throat bobbing in a tight swallow. “Fuck.” That single word contains nothing but frustration. It drips from him. Rolls off his broad shoulders and you can’t quite bring yourself to tear your gaze away from him. As if reeled in by some invisible force, he kisses you again, this time his tongue swipes across your lips for entrance.

With another small sigh, his tongue enters your mouth, your mind is spinning. His mouth was hot, his body radiating and vibrating against yours. The only thing stopping you was the tiny moans escaping past your lips. His hands wander down your body, taking everything in a count for. He was quick to compliment you, but says, “How come we've never met before today?” He mutters. Though he is very chatty, Dr. Brenner doesn’t stop and you’re glad he doesn’t.

Little moans leave as you answer him, "I don't know, maybe ask Dr. Owens." At the mention of his fellow doctor seems to tick a nerve for him. As he backs you up to his desk, instinctively hoping your ass on the work space. Knocking down files and loose papers without worry coming from his end. "Oh - I will definitely be talking to Sam after this." His words are smooth as butter, even as he speaks somewhat ill of your boss. You couldn't complain or spark another conversation as his lips are back on yours. He's taking what he wants and you're letting him without a second thought.

Your hands shift down his freshly pressed shirt and guide down his chest towards his belt. Your fingers dance along the buckle, you try and fiddle to remove the older man's belt but being in the position you were in and the slightly dizziness from the lack of air he was providing you from the kisses. This was a new one for you, being all bump' and grind with a higher up but the cliché of it all made you hot. Your body was on fire with his large hands on you, you're barely comprehending what he said next, "After this I'm going to personally assign you with me." And if you weren't moaning and grabbing at every piece of this man in front of you, now you were.

The sad so-called attempt to take off his trousers, Dr. Brenner decided to help you out rather than himself. Once again, he lifts your hands off of him and pulls away. For a quick moment he just looks at you, your swollen pink lips and dazed eyes. You're panting and still lean towards him. Brenner's eyes darken and he licks over his lips. “I want nothing more than to bend you over this desk, and fuck you until everyone in this whole damn building hears you screaming my name.” It was his first time hearing you moan his name, practically drooling at the thought of him doing exactly as he speaks of.

You push yourself back into him, giving him a clear sign that you wanted him right there and then. No more waiting. Whimpering as he kisses your cheek, "Please." You quietly moan for him. He backs up to look at you, "You're pretty when you beg, little one." The nickname he was providing you was truly doing something to you, beyond from what you've ever experienced when it came to sexual exploration. And from how your eyes light up at the pet name Dr. Brenner knew it did something to you as well.

At this slight distraction you're in, Dr. Brenner's hands slid under your blouse. His fingernails lightly scraping your skin, his hands are cold compared to your body's rising temperature, causing small goosebumps. Once his palm reaches your bra, you mewl for him to take it off - no, begged him. With pleading eyes he follows suit and takes off your blouse along with it. It was a quick clip of the bra to drop down to the desk and how cold it was in the office your nipples harden instantly. That familiar smirk shining on his face as he gazes over you, slowly his hands are back on your body from your waist and make their way to your breast. You moan his name again as the pad of his thumb crosses your erect nipples.

You squirm under his touches and gropes and he seems to be enjoying the view. You paw at his shirt again as it felt unfair for you to be the only one with the shirt on. Which at first ignored it, but the way your hands were running up and down across his chest was the breaking point. He painfully takes his hands off of you and starts to loosen his tie, just that act made you give him your best doe eyes you could conjure up. You squeeze your boobs together to give him a small show all while he unbuttons his shirt, getting distracted all too easily. You watched, enamored, while he didn’t have a six pack, you were pleasantly surprised by a fair amount of definition. But once the job is done he's back to kissing you.

During your kiss he doesn't let you try a second time to take off his pants, he does it himself one handed while the other holds you close to him. Even if your eyes were closed you could tell by the sound of the belt clicking and the shuffling coming from his end that his pants were off and once you separated to catch a breath, you stood corrected. The prominent impression of his cock pressing against his boxers.

"Don't worry little one, I'll take care of you." He tells you as he pushes you down on the hard, yet cold desk. Your back firmly pinned down, your cheek flushed compared to the dark oak. Moaning at his strength, he makes you push away any other thoughts but him. He clouded your brain in a thick fog. He has to bend down to pull your pants, which was easy and swift. All that was left of both of you were your underwear, he was about to change that for you first. As he was crotched down and his face so close to your thighs, he places tender kisses atop of them. Slowly but surely going up and closer to your panties.

You lift yourself with your elbows to watch this encounter and as you look down at Dr. Brenner was already watching your expression and how your body reacted to his touches.

His hands pull apart from your inner thigh and spread them across his desk. Your cotton white panties left with a small patch right in the center and you knew from the moment he opened your legs in the air hit your clothed pussy. His eyes travel back to you, ready to tease you, but the redness in your cheeks told him you were embarrassed enough and this time let it slide. His eyes don't leave your gaze as he lowers himself the closer to your panties, right over the center, where the patch was, and soft at first planted a kiss. Immediately snapping your thighs around his hand from the sudden affection towards your clothed clit.

He chuckles at your expense, sending vibrations through your body and leaving you moaning again and rubbing your thighs tighter around his head, this time he separates your legs again. He once again pressed another kiss, but was harder and pressed further to draw a reaction from you. And the reaction he made you play out was your hands gripping his silver hair. Writhing out of instinct. It shocked you, but what shocked you more was that he didn't stop as quickly as before.

But before you could plead him to continue as he stopped kissing your most sensitive spot, he bites down at the hem of your panties and drags it off of your thighs with his teeth. This act alone made you clench around nothing, this had to be a dream? There was no way this was happening in your reality.

But thankfully it was reality and when he was done taking off your panties, he threw them with the rest of the clothes. You must have been one of god's favorites today with this happening to you. He comes back up to you to give you a chase kiss, you could slightly taste yourself on his lips. But the reason he separates was evident when he pulled down his boxers, as sound as his dick was out and it sprung. His tip bright red, almost angry from all the fooling around you two have been doing together. A prominent vein coming from the shaft to the middle section squeezed, precum dribbles out in small pebbles. From the sight you were given it looked painful as it twitched in the cold atmosphere. Your eyes react up back to his, again with that damn smirk as he previously saw you gawk at him. And there was another reason to gawk, he was impressive for the length and overall the strength he still had for being on the older side. But rather that made you even hotter than before.

You both connect lips and as he steps even closer to you, you felt his cock press into your inner thigh. Throbbing at the contact with skin and you both knew there was no coming back from what happens next between the both of you. He proceeds to ask, "Are you sure little one?" He asks for permission and how could you deny him by the sound of the soothing voice and how he coos, lifting your chin up so you were forced to look at him. And he didn't search for a nod, he wanted vocal permission. "Yes - Please, I need you." You would cringe at another time at your whining but at the moment you were desperate for him and his touch. It was pitiful on your end, you should know better than to be having office sex with a man that could easily be your father. But something in you was calling out for him and vice versa.

And with your consent, he lines himself and pushes himself slowly. He groans at the warmth you wrapped him in and a squeal coming from you. He wasn't the girthest, but it was the length that was making you moan the way you are. Embarrassingly loud at the first few thrusts, but you put your hand between you and him. Signaling that you needed a minute to adjust to him, and he gladly gave you time.

It took you a few to let it sink in and get past the pain, but he got the idea once you started bucking your hips towards him to get friction. Your hand finds the edge of the desk and holds onto it as if it was for dear life itself. He pulls back once again, knowing that he was going to do the same slam as before, which he does. His hands gripping on your hips, his fingertips digging into your sink, for sure bruises will be left for you to find tomorrow. But it would be a pleasant reminder of this event. His pace is steady as continues. Moaning as he thrust into you. The back of your thighs getting pressed roughly against the desk.

“That’s it little one, let me hear those pretty noises.” He praises you in your ear. Moving your hair out of the way, he crouches down to leave a trail of small kisses from your shoulder to the back of your neck, causing you to visibly shiver. He chuckles. “Does it feel good?” The lewd sound of skin on the skin only served to heighten the burn of arousal gathering in your stomach. He was hitting your walls at an impossibly deep and low angle. You could feel every inch of him as he struck you over and over, the increase in force conveying the desperation and indescribable nature of his attraction to you. A fire started to burn low in the pit of your stomach, once again it render you idiotic and moaning pornographically. Your hands went to hold the taut muscles of his back when he moved inside of you.

It was becoming particularly difficult to focus on anything other than him. Your hands continue to paw and claw, Your legs pulling him closer to close the gap between the both of you. his hand holds onto your stomach, pushing you closer to him. No room for you to do anything else but take his pounding. That warmth building gradually, almost about to bust, slowly falling apart bit by bit. His pace never stopped, he can tell you were close, how your cunt was squeezing his cock. Your eyes shut tightly closed and you lean further into the desk below you.

That’s when his hand came to your face, somewhat forcing you to open your eyes to look up at him. He din’t speak but rather lowered himself toward you and began to kiss you. Llapping tongues together in a heated yet messy kiss, too distracted from pleasure receiving and giving. It was only meant to connect further with one another. Again, if were anyother occasion you would be embarrassed to see yourself give in so easily and give yourself to a man you just meet mere hours prior, but damn did he have a hold of you. Wrapped around his finger and you weren’t going to complain either, by the way he was fucking you. You look at him, those doe eyed, dazed, fucked out eyes. Those beautiful eyes that he could look at for days. He could almost laugh at how easily you were moaning at each thrust he did. You were needy for him, even if that meant you already had him. You hoped this wouldn’t end before anything started between you and him. You wanted to plead out for him, but you closed your lips feeling your cheeks burn at the thought.

"What? Your pretty little mouth can't say anything?" Your mouth a gape and all you could say or more like make was a broken sob. Is cock so deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix. He was so rough with your body, like a rag doll, yet he also cared if he'd hurt you. Tears slip past your eyes, you shouldn’t cry but you love it. You loved every interaction with him and every passing moment you were having with him right now. With the small amount of time he’s been with you, he already knew how to fuck you well as your legs quivered, your hands gripping upon any part of him. You were pulsating rapidly around him, his cock twitched from each squeeze close to his release.

You could barely make any noise, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your chest heaving with heat rising ever so close to bursting. Bucking your hips to meet his. “You close little one? Huh?” He finally says or mocks, and you cry out in relief and then shut your eyes once again. You start to convulse around his cock and he simply continues fucking away your orgasm. You moan his name over and over again,as if was the only word you knew. As if it was symnapny, he let you goan and whine out, from his end he was enjoy the view. You dig your nails against his skin without realizing and then you feel your orgasm rip through you. This was heaven, this was your heaven. There was no other thing that has made you feel this good. You saw burst of light, little stars as you flutter your eyes open. You couldn’t mutter anything to him, but the way your body started to whirl around him, he knew you were becoming over stimulated, but thankful he was close.

Your still fucked out, but you could feel his cock twitch inside and his thrust becoming slower. His voice groans out, watching as he grunts away. “I love how you moan my name.” His voice is horse and possible even more seductive than before. He shuts his eyes. Cursing while moaning out your name. You though he was about to cum inside of you, until you saw his hand pull out his cock and lazily lifted it up to your stomach. He bucked his hips in his handful. Right then in quick bursts, his cum shoots out. He throws his head back at the sensation. Dr. Brenner gasps for breath.

He takes his time before slowly opening his eyes and from the sight he was bestowed of was going to be the death of him. If it wasn't going to be Eleven, it was going to be you who is going to be the death of him and you were sure of it. From what he saw, your fingers curled up and shifted down to your stomach. Your eyes locked on his as you open your mouth and before he knew it, you picked up his load with your index and middle finger, sliding his cum across your tongue. Shitting your lips between your fingers and began sucking them, both coming out with a pop. He swallowed harshly at your act, still looking up at him with innocent eyes.

—--

Both of you finished up with putting your tops on before hearing an urgent knock on Dr. Brenner’s door. Quickly you push up your pants without your panties, previously looking for them, but you reckoned that it wouldn’t matter at the moment. You rather have pants on than nothing. Dr. Brenner swiped down his button down as he peaked open the door, and he couldn’t stop the intruder before they come in without any more warning. And of course it had to be him, Dr. Owens. At first he didn’t see you but once he did he says, “I didn’t know you had guest.” He somewhat chuckles, but he glances at you. Your eyes wide at the sight of him. A couple of minutes ago Dr. Brenner was balls deep in you, and you hoped Dr. Owen’s didn’t suspect anything. Though the blush arise on your cheeks was a telling sign. “Should I come back later?” He questions your nervousness, you were about to answer but Dr. Brenner cut you off, probably for the better.

“No - No, we were just talking about the progress we could do together for Eleven if we were sectioned together. Also like an assistant but with a lot more responsibilities as she is a scientist.” He speaks and as you were looking at him, your eyes glance down to his pants pocket. The smallest amount of your panties peaked out, your flash floods with red. If Dr. Owen just happened to glance down he would notice them as well. “I think she deserves a promotion from all the help she’s done for you, don’t you think Sam?” Dr. Brenner reaches out and gives a small playful slap across Dr. Owen;s shoulder. A smile brightly shown to ease Sam to agree. “Well, um I’ll think about it.” He responds and looks over at you, you smile as well.

Dr. Owen’s gazes between the both of you, “Yeah I’ll think about it.”

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