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⤷ Henry Creel x Reader | Steve Harrington x Reader
Henry Creel x Reader
✧ Say You Belong to Me | psychological horror smut
⤷ Your husband gives you a home, and a life that never hurts. All you have to do is remember: you belong to him.
✧ sub!henry creel masterlist
✧ Marks of You | professor!henry x student!reader smut
⤷ Professor Creel reminds you who it is that you belong to.
✧ Look Me in My Eyes as They Close | hard dom!henry smut
⤷ Henry doesn’t need to touch you to break you.
✧ The Space in Between | husband!henry x wife!reader smut
⤷ When the pain comes in waves, your memories blur, and reality no longer holds steady, Henry promises to make it all better. You can trust him, can't you?
✧ Dark Paradise | professor!henry x student!reader smut
⤷ Four months ago, your world ended. Instead of healing, the grief only grows heavier—until the only constant you can rely on is the quiet guidance of your professor, Henry Creel.
Steve Harrington x Reader
✧ Dreams, Answered | steve x innocent!reader smut
⤷ To be owned by Steve is all your dumb little brain has ever dreamed of.
✧ Bandaged | hurt/comfort domestic fluff
⤷ a.k.a the one where you shatter a glass and Steve rushes to your aid.
✧ Let It Happen | friends to lovers smut
⤷ When Dustin spots the way Steve looks at you, they come up with a plan. A plan that leads to Steve hiding in a bush, in the middle of the night, in snowfall. All to see you.
✧ A+ | coach!steve x teacher!reader smut
⤷ a.k.a the one where coach!Steve makes you grade papers while he fucks you from behind.
✧ Better Boyfriend Than Him | coworker!steve smut
⤷ You accidentally let it slip that your boyfriend hasn’t fucked you in months, so what can Steve do but make you feel good?
manipulating Henry has to be my favourite, so safe to say, your latest was 👌
AAHH right ?! I should worry about how into manipulative men I am, but god, henry’s possessing my thoughts to the point where I can’t even worry about it anymore lmao
just saw yet another “henry is not a dom!!” post declaring that if you’re into dom!henry you’re actually attracted to the mindflayer and I’m just sat here, tugging my hair behind my ear, biting my lip like… okay and? he’s hot. give me more.
PAIRING - Steve Harrington x Reader / Henry Creel x Reader
SUMMARY - Your husband gives you a home, and a life that never hurts. All you have to do is remember: you belong to him.
WARNINGS - 18+; MDNI. This is a dark story, featuring themes of manipulation, gaslighting, memory alteration and implied abduction. Smut with a plot: dubcon, unprotected p in v. No use of y/n. Fem!Reader.
WORD COUNT - 2.2K
A/N - Oh, good god. I don’t know what possessed me but I love it. If you like this, don’t hesitate to lmk <3
The kitchen smells like rosemary and butter, warm and grounding. You move around like you belong there: an apron tied around your waist, bare feet against the cool tile. From your lips passes a melody you don't quite remember ever learning, and yet, it fills you with comfort.
With a sense of belonging.
You peek into the oven and smile to yourself as the smell of mellow herbs takes over the kitchen. The scent is familiar, reminding you of home: the meal the kind you make when you want to feel close to someone again.
The past few months have been hard. Since four rifts cracked open through Hawkins, everything has felt off. Steve tries, he really does, but he's distant in a way people get when they don't know how to talk about grief without drowning in it. You don't blame him, but you miss your fiancé.
You miss how things used to be between the two of you.
Your fingers wrapping around a lemon, you bring its bright yellow peel to meet the sharp ridges of a zester. The fine curls of peel stick to your skin, yet as you hear the front door opening and closing and rush to clean your hands in your apron, you don't worry about the way the fabric would smell like citrus for days to come.
"I'm in the kitchen," you call, barely managing to bite down the soft excitement in your voice. You have missed this: soft, domestic moments like these. There not to impress, but to mend.
As he steps into the kitchen, eyes twinkling as they meet yours, it's a touch of confusion that travels through you.
A touch of uncertainty as your lips part and a knit forms between your brows.
"Smells heavenly," he murmurs as he closes his distance to you. His fingers fall to the small of your back to lead you closer to him, his other hand moving to cradle your cheek.
As the name passes your lips, your voice is barely louder than a whisper. "Henry."
Confused—though why would you be?
His voice is warm with amusement as he tilts his head. "Were you expecting someone else?"
Were you?
"No," you chuckle. "No, I just—" You glance at the clock above the fridge. "What time will he be—"
"What time will who be?"
"Steve," you manage, yet suddenly the name tastes foreign on your tongue. Wrong, like your mouth has forgotten how to form the sound.
"Steve?" Henry's thumb brushes against your cheek, soothing. "Sweetheart, that was before."
Before?
"Before I reminded you that you don't need to be lonely."
The word rings through you like a fracture untreated.
You had been lonely.
The quiet of the house when Steve had been gone had been deafening. You had sat in front of a clock, counting down the hours, minutes, seconds until he'd be back, only for the void between the two of you to greet you in the place of your fiancé.
Until he had filled it.
Subtle and slow, all while as certain as the rising sun, filling in the gaps of emptiness Steve had left behind.
As warm and comforting.
As right, all of it leading to this moment: to you being home, with Henry.
"Of course," a breath passes your lips and you shake your head with a chuckle. "I'm sorry, Henry, I don't know how I—"
His thumb moving to brush against your bottom lip silences you down. "Shh, darling. It's alright. You always mix timelines when you're tired."
"I do, don't I?" Your laugh is a breathless sound, and Henry smiles as if you had said something he had heard a thousand times before.
"It's alright," he repeats, his hand on your cheek leading you closer to him until his lips are brushing against yours.
So soft, so warm.
The kiss he guides you into so sweet. Thick with adoration and love, and the sense of belonging.
"There you are," he chuckles against your lips as you pull apart, his forehead moving to lean against yours. "My perfect wife."
"Yours," you beam, a laugh slipping from your lips as he steals a kiss and another from you. "You're distracting me, you know?"
"What could possibly be more important than this?" He chuckles. "Us."
"The food, for one," you tease. "I have to check on it, Henry."
"Then go," he murmurs, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I'll set the table."
Your smile comes easy to you as you yank open the oven door and wave your hand to dissolve the steam.
The chicken is golden brown and your stomach rumbles as you pull the dish out, careful to not burn yourself. Rosemary needles cling to the skin of the chicken, glossy with butter, the scent thick in the air, comforting.
The thought that passes through you is fleeting: the dish is cooked to perfection, and yet it couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes since you'd slid it in.
A knit forms between your brows, and you turn to glance at the clock above the fridge.
It reads the same as it had the last time you'd checked it. The time before then, and the time before then.
"Don't do that."
You turn, your lips parted. "What?"
"Look for reasons to get upset." His voice is so soft, so gentle. His fingers land on your waist to trace mindless patterns on your skin through the fabric. "I built this. For us—remember?—so that you wouldn’t have to worry anymore."
Built.
The word lands heavy.
"Our life, together," he hums. "It doesn’t matter how you ended up here. It doesn’t matter what your life looked like before this. What matters is that you’re here." His hand lands on your chin as he makes you look at him. "Where you belong. Safe."
His finger brushes over your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't realize you had shedded.
"You do that sometimes," he hums. "When you’re close to remembering things you don’t need."
"Henry—"
He kisses you.
Not slow this time. Not indulgent. The kiss is firm, consuming, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as if to anchor you in place.
Your doubt dissolves into nothingness, your protests dying down on your lips as he seems to breathe life back into you.
When he pulls back, your thoughts feel smoothed. Like all their rough edges have been carefully sanded down, sharp rocks turned into pebbles by the waves.
"There," he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "That's better."
"Better," you echo him, breathless.
His smile is satisfied as he tilts his head ever so slightly, something darker—not dangerous—waking up in his eyes. "What do you say—," he steals a kiss from your lips, "we forget about dinner for now?"
"Won't it cool down?"
"You know that it won't," he chuckles as his hand slips into yours, the warmth of his skin against yours grounding.
It is the hand of which every mole and scar you have learned. The hand that has caressed you so many times before.
The hand that now leads you into your shared bedroom, laughs passing both of your lips as you stumble into the room. Your kiss is sloppy, your lips too eager to pause for a breath, and it is only to guide you onto the bed that Henry breaks the touch between the two of you.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmurs with a shake of his head. "I can't believe you're mine."
"You better believe it," you beam as his fingers unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. As he climbs on top of you, his hand caressing your cheek.
And he sinks in.
"Henry—" The breath that passes your lips is thick with lust, deep with love. "God."
"That's it, sweetheart," he breathes out against your lips. "Feel it all for me."
You do.
You feel the warm and soft caress of the sheets against your skin. The subtle bounce of the mattress as Henry slides out, only to ease back in.
You feel each inch of him filling you up, stretching you open in a way that feels nothing short of meant to be. As if you are made for each other: to find pleasure from the arms of one another.
No.
Purpose.
"There you go—"
"Henry—"
"You're perfect," he nuzzles your cheek with his nose, his voice so warm it sends shivers down your spine. "My perfect wife."
"Yours."
"Say that again."
"I'm yours, Henry," you breathe out as he picks up the pace. He's brushing against your cervix by each gentle thrust, the man drinking up every moan and breath slipping from your glossy lips. "I belong to you."
The words surface from somewhere deep down, passing your lips with such ease that makes you feel like you have spoken them a thousand fold.
And each time you have meant them.
Haven't you?
"Stay with me," he coos against your lips, his hand on your cheek guiding you to look at him. "Focus, darling. On this—," he slides out of you, just to bottom out: drawing a warm breath for a name from your lips.
The sound rings wrong in your ears, and yet it's not until you see Henry's eyes darken that you understand.
It's not Henry's name you had spoken.
"He abandoned you," he murmurs, and despite the darkness in his eyes, his voice remains soft and warm as he continues easing in and out, the pleasure of each thrust rippling through you. "When you needed him the most, you became invisible to him. And the more you begged and the more you pleaded, the more distance he took, until Steve—" Henry's hand on your jaw guides you to look at him. "Left."
Your brows furrow. "Steve left?"
"Steve left you." His eyes remain soft. "There's nothing for you out there, darling. All that you have—," his lips brush against yours. "All that you are is right here, with me. I saved you."
"Henry—"
"This is where you belong," his voice takes a nearly hypnotic quality. "Safe. Protected. Loved and adored."
It is a touch of warmth that wakes up inside you from his words, and yet as you shake your head, it is tears that well in your eyes. "But he loved me."
"No, darling. But I do. I do. And unlike him—" he coos against your lips as he eases into you once more. "I will never leave you. I will never let anything come between us."
"Henry—"
"Not even you," he murmurs as he pulls out of you, just to flip you over on the bed.
You bounce on the mattress, a gasp passing your lips as his body pins you against the soft sheets. And with that, he sinks in from behind.
"Henry—"
"That's it, sweetheart," he purrs. "That's better. You feel every inch now, don't you?"
You do.
God, you do: the thick weight of him is filling you up in a way that makes the words echo through your clouded mind once more.
This is meant to be.
As he thrusts in you, you feel your grasp around your worries loosening. Around the doubt.
The fear.
The confusion.
"Henry," the name slips from your lips once more, thick with arousal. You can already feel it: your pleasure coiling up at the pit of your tummy. Your fingers wrap around the sheets as you look for something to hold onto.
Anything to ground you, only for his words to send you spiraling.
"Tell me."
You don't even blink before the words have slipped from your lips. "I belong to you."
"That's right, darling," he murmurs into your ear, his lips so warm and soft as they brush against your earlobe. "Stay with me. Belong to me."
"I do," you moan out. "Henry, I do—"
"I know," he chuckles. "I know, sweetheart. So let go. I got you."
His voice is so gentle, so warm.
"I got you."
So soft as it weaves its tendrils around your mind.
"Show me that you're mine, and mine alone. Mine to have, mine to keep. My wife."
God, please—
"Cum for me."
Your pleasure shoots through you, hot and blinding, and with that, you're sent crying out his name again and again like it's the only word you know.
No, it is the only word you know.
The only word that matters.
His lips are so gentle as they press kisses along your jawline. His voice is so soothing as he hushes you. "I got you, darling. That's it—"
"Henry—"
"I'm right here," he murmurs. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here."
He guides you into his arms, and you breathe with him until your body remembers the rhythm without effort.
Until your chest is rising and falling with breaths, gentle and calm.
"That's it," Henry murmurs, lips pressing a kiss on your forehead. "Just rest."
You try, just as the thoughts try to resurface. A name. The food. The clock, and yet each thought comes apart before it fully forms.
Henry’s thumb traces mindless patterns along your arm. "You don’t need to think anymore," he says softly. "I’ll do that part for you."
"I know," you whisper, and he smiles against your skin.
guys quick send me your fave henry edits or fics or thoughts or requests because I feel my hyperfixation on him slipping and I’m not ready to let go yet omg
imagine sucking off sub!henry creel in a storage room of hawkins lab, his mouth filled with your panties in an attempt to muffle his moans and whimpers, so needy.
"you're doing so good for me, baby," you murmur as you bop him out of the slick warmth of your mouth, your hand running up and down his length as your eyes gaze up at him.
he's a mess: hands running through his blond waves, tugging on them, his blue eyes so pretty, so obedient as they remain focused on you. just like you have taught him.
"making me so proud—"
"please," his muffled whimper breaks through the silence of the room, his cock twitching against your fingers.
"what do you need, baby?" you coo, chuckling at the way he jumps as your tongue moves to caress the head of his cock. "take my panties out of your mouth and use your words."
"I need to cum," he manages through hitched breaths.
"where do you want to cum?"
"down—," he stumbles on his words, the red rising to his cheeks so endearing. "down your throat."
"greedy boy," you chuckle. "have you earned it?"
"y-yes—"
you raise a brow. "no hesitation?"
"n-no. please—"
"you really are desperate for it, aren't you?" you slip him back into your mouth, relishing the whimpers he tries his best to bite down. he is hot and heavy on your tongue, and as your hand finds its way to his balls, you can't help but chuckle at the way he shivers.
such a needy little thing, now trembling under your touches. you know he's trying so hard not to bring his hands to the back of your head. so hard to not grind against your mouth to set the pace.
no, your baby is obedient, and good, and polite: the sweetest of pleas and begs now slipping from his lips, so quiet, all while so full of need.
"please, please, please—"
you twirl your tongue around the tip of his cock and hollow your cheeks. you take him deeper down your throat, and savour the feeling of him twitching against the back of your mouth.
your hand keeps massaging his balls, until there—the whimper that tells you that he is about to erupt.
don't hold back, your eyes locked with his tell him.
cum for me, the nod of your head grants him permission.
cum for me right now, baby, your smile encourages, and with that, he is coming.
quick to stuff your panties back into his mouth, his fingers find their way to your cheek. not to set the pace, not to hold you in place, but to feel closer to you.
to find something to ground him as ropes and ropes of his cum fill your mouth. though muffled, the whimpers that pass his lips are the prettiest sounds you've heard, and as his eyes close as he rides the waves of his pleasure, you let it slide.
your mouth works on collecting every drop of his cum, before you slide him out of your mouth and swallow each drop: a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you see the way henry's looking at you once more.
eyes twinkling, hair a mess, mouth full of your pretty panties.
you stand up from the floor, your fingers gentle as they pull the wet fabric out of his mouth, slow and teasing. your eye contact never breaking with his, you then murmur: "god, henry, you really know how to be a good boy, don't you?"
the touch of red that rises to his cheeks draws the warmest of laughs from your lips, and with that, you slide your panties into the pocket of his orderly outfit.
"keep them," you hum as you take a step back. "something tells me I'm not done seeing just how good you can be."
a/n: heyhihello please send me your henry thoughts and requests -> here <- 💌 !! | more sub!henry here ♡
Hi👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻 I am a big fan of how you potray Henry Creel . Especially the professor! Creel... 🤩 Thank you for writing amazing fics..
I would request a fic but I can't seem to think any 😅😅... I will be interacting often so you will see more of me... Hope u don't get sick of seeing me 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣...
Have a nice day! ❤️
aah heyhihello, darling !! I’m so sorry it took me a while to answer—I somehow completely missed this, but god, it made me grin like an idiot 💗💗💗
thank you so, so much. you’re the freaking sweetest !! feel free to drop by as often as you’d like haha 🫶🏻
imagine sub!henry creel begging to be allowed to fuck you. his breathing so shallow with his desperation, his begs and pleas so endearing as he grinds against you.
“please—”
“use your words, baby.”
“please let me be in you,” he manages, his forehead leaning against yours and his eyes fluttering shut as he pleads again. “please let me fuck you.”
“how do you want to fuck me, baby?”
“however you need it,” he breathes out, soft as a prayer. “I need to make you feel good. I just want to make you feel good.”
“good boy,” you murmur as you lie down on the bed, guiding him on top of you. your fingers are fast and skilled as they unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants: warm and gentle as they help free his cock.
so hard, so twitching, so desperate as you align it with your dripping entrance, only for a soft “ah, ah, ah,” to slip from your lips as he’s about to ease in.
“I didn’t hear you say pretty please.”
“please,” his voice cracks as his pretty blue eyes hold your gaze. “please. I need to fuck you so bad.”
“you sound so pretty when you beg,” you chuckle against his lips.
“please.”
and with that, you allow him to ease into you.
“there you go, baby,” you kiss him as he whimpers, your fingers caressing his cheek as he breathes out your name. “that’s better, isn’t it?”
“yes,” he manages through his moans. “can I—“
“you can move, baby. you’ve been so good for me. such a good boy—“
he buries his face into the crook of your neck, your gentle fingers running through the blond waves of his hair as he begins to fuck into you. his cock is stretching you open in a way that coaxes the softest of moans and praises from your lips, and as he brushes against your cervix again and again and again, you can’t help but feel the familiar warmth to start building up at the pit of your belly.
“fuck, sweetheart.” you shake your head. “gonna make me cum if you keep going like that.”
god.
with no hesitation, he starts fucking into you faster. needier. more desperate, each snap of his hips deliberate: there to bring you only ever closer to your release.
“god, henry, baby—“
“please cum for me,” he breathes out against your neck, his lips sloppy as they suck and lick on your skin. “please let me hear you cum for me.”
fuck.
“I need it, I need it,” he blabbers, and from the way he twitches inside you, you can tell that the mere thought of him making you cum has gotten him close.
“then go on and cum with me.” your lips brush against his earlobe with your chuckle. “be a good boy and show me how good you can fuck me. how you can make both of us cum—“
“please, please—“
“that’s it, henry, baby. don’t hold back. be good and cum for me, right now.”
and he does: the whimpers and begs and pleas slipping from his glistening lips dragging you straight after him.
your pleasure ripples through you hard and blinding, and it’s the warmest of laughs that bubble from your lips as he helps you ride down your peak, all while he’s bumping his cum deep inside you.
“good boy,” you stretch the o’s as he carefully slides out of you. “how are you feeling, baby?”
he blows out a breath as he rests his head on your chest, your fingers running through his hair. “like this is everything l've ever wanted. like you—” his gaze finds yours, his eyes twinkling, “are everything.”
“sure that's not just the orgasm talking?”
“only a little.”
you grin as your lips find his. “I adore you, henry.”
and in the quiet of the bedroom, you both belong.
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