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Fandoms included: Detroit Become Human, ACOTAR, Stranger Things

ACOTAR Fan Fics

Azriel: The Illyrian Mate | Lucien: A Start of the Best Week | SJM Villian Week 2024: Drabble amarantha | Droit du seigneur Nesta/Beron | Poly Week Master Post |

Eris: Eris Week 2023 master post | Eris week 2024 master post | Frenzy | Barging In | So where do I start? |

Harlots of Autumn: Sold | Kept

Kinktober: Nessian - Adjustment - NSFW | Feysand - Bow - NSFW | Elriel - Don’t Disappoint Me -NSFW

Elucien: Drabble about Mates for Elucien Week | Lucien week day 7: Letters | Lucien Has Had Enough

One Shots: Feylin - Calanmai Night - NSFW | Feyre/Lu/Tam -It takes two to play - NSFW | Tamlin - Cursed Fate | Mini collab: The House of Vanserra | Cassian/Eris - Clandestine Negotiations | Nyxlin oneshot | Tea Time - Suriel x reader | Rhysand’s surprise date for STT | Lucien/Nuan - I’ve Always Been Right Here -Chapter 2 NSFW | Neris: Glorified warmer

Tamlin: Forbidden (one-side Tam/Lucien) | A Sunbeam Shining Into the Night - Tam/Lu |

Master Lists: Spring Time Affairs Masterlist Tamlin/OC/Lucien/Elain | Azris: Chokehold, From the shadows the beast will rise | Neapolitan Bonds: Masterlist - Azriel/Eris/Reader|

Neris: The Price You Pay For Power | A nest of her own | who turned up the heat? | to be marked as yours | the statue on the hill |

Stranger things Fic

All Is Well in Camazotz Master List

[sunsetbuddie]

when you say something awkward and stupid in a social situation that probably no one will remember except you for the rest of time

[gjengangeren]

[nocasdatsgay]

I sent a much longer ask to vvitchfangs earlier but. Theo as a girl dad. He thought he knew what love was with Jane, but his heart just fuckin galaxybrains when their baby girl is born and he realizes there’s so much more love in his heart. he’s so obsessed w his little girl. he encourages her magical talents but tells her perfectionism is the enemy of good and that she’s not obligated to follow in her mother’s footsteps and he will support whatever dreams she has as long as she uses her magic for good. and he would ask his boss for remote work for a few years so he can be a stay at home dad while jane is off girlbossing ™ and she’s such a daddy’s girl and he looks at jane in an entirely new way, like “if it wasn’t for you, i wouldn’t be a father, and you have no idea how lucky i am to be the father of your daughter” and jane quips back with “you realize you’re also the reason i’m a mother? and i’m lucky to have you as the father of our daughter?” and some cute shit like that. Idk maybe this is my late 20s-early 30s talking but KID FIIIIIIC ♡

I forgot you sent this to me cause I always check my messages like when I’m half awake in the morning.

I don’t know Theo like (I haven’t heard the audios) that but yes. I love a girl dad and kid fic 😭🩷

[secret-third-thing]

I need luzriel now

[noonesstuff73]

Eleven e henry D&D version, based on “escape from de lab” AU by @januscadet

[cristalbeesnow]

Part 10

Tag NSFW/18+ oral sex. sex under the stars

Henry, holding your hand, leads you to the roof of the laboratory. He pushes open a metal door and above you is an expanse of infinite sky. You're lucky, that night there's a full moon which makes everything more romantic. The evening breeze caresses your skin. "Henry, it's beautiful up here!" you say. Henry holds you close. "It's my secret place. I always came here as a boy after nightmares or when I was having a bad day. It helps me relax, looking at the stars. I know everything about them. When I was a boy I wanted to be an astrophysicist, but unfortunately life decided otherwise, so I settled for teaching history at the university. But now it seems I'll be a doctor after all." Henry looks at the stars, almost with regret. "Who knows? Maybe in another life," he says. Then, to relieve the tension, he lays out a clean towel from the laundry. "Come here, my little secret, come and see the stars," he invites you.You reach him and lie down next to him. The scent of your love still lingers on your skin. You've never looked at the stars with someone you love. In fact, you've never looked at the stars, not really, not lying on the ground studying that black infinity where distant dots shine with their own light. Where stars are born, live, and die, completely indifferent to human beings. In the end, we are just grains of sand scattered in an endless infinity."It's all so immense. What's at the end of the universe?" you ask. Henry looks at the sky, lost in thought. "We don't know. The universe is still being studied. I'd like to know. Just as I'd like to understand if other life forms exist besides us. If they're good or hostile. If we could coexist with them like in Star Wars or fight them like in Alien. Do you know what a nightmare it would be? What if there was a being capable of devouring entire worlds and no one could stop it? A being so ancient that it even forgot where it came from? A being of pure hunger?" "You shiver in your too-thin shirt," Henry! "It's a terrifying thought! There are no such things." Henry's gaze becomes sad. "It's true. They don't exist. I've only thought about it. I don't know why," he says, and you remain silent.

Henry studies the sky, its ancestral secrets, all his unfulfilled dreams. But then again, we all have a closed drawer made of our lost dreams. Some open it and act. Others forget about it. Others are afraid of it. Others live in regret when it's too late. But Henry has you. He has a child on the way. He'll change jobs. He already has a home. He has everything he could ever want. He just needs to eliminate the threat of Thomas. But Papa will take care of that. Otherwise, he'll take care of it. You shouldn't have to pay for an eight-year-old's mistake. Your son shouldn't have to pay for an eight-year-old's mistake. "What shall we call him? The baby?" you ask softly. Henry turns to you. "If it's a girl, I'd like to name her after my sister. If it's a boy, I don't know. I'll have to find a name out there, though. I can't call him Captain Midnight," he says laughing, waiting for your reaction to his sister's name. Many would think it's bad luck. but you smile, beautiful" Alice is fine. We have to think about a male name but there is still time. In the meantime we have agreed on the name of the girl" you say. Henry only knows that his son will not have the name of that drunkard of his father but not even the name of Brenner. He wants something that is only his. but it's too early to think about it" Look, that's the constellation of Orion!" says Henry as you rest your head on his chest

Henry reveals all the secrets of Orion to you, from the origin of his name to his shape. Then you laugh and straddle him and kiss him passionately on the mouth. "You're beautiful under the stars, Henry. Especially from this position," you say. Henry squeezes your butt. "You're beautiful from down here too, Y/N." It's easy to then undo his pants with expert hands and kiss and lick his bulge until he has an erection. It's natural to take him in your mouth and suck him while Henry facilitates the rhythm of your lips with his hands, helping you fuck him. Then, as soon as he's finished, you climb onto his lap, removing your panties. You take your husband like this, under the stars. United by passion and love, a love sanctioned by the eternal beauty of the universe. then, finished, still dirty of him you lie down panting "I will love you forever Henry Creel. to infinity" Henry kisses you on the forehead "and I beyond infinity Y/N. beyond infinity" You remaining like this, waiting for the dawn that finds you deeply asleep. the sky has cleared, the stars have given way to the rosy colors of dawn but you don't realize it. not yet. not until you wake up because of Owens.

You feel completely embarrassed as you arrive at Brenner's office in your lab coat and stained with love. It's no mystery what you went to do up on the roof, other than look at the stars. Henry's face is frozen, but his cheeks are burning. You both hope it doesn't come out what you did with the washing machine. "Henry, I have to say, you find really imaginative places to vent your... passion. I don't know if you're romantic or silly. You were alone with Y/N ​​on top of the lab roof, where none of my men could protect you in case of trouble." Henry looks at Brenner annoyed. "But Thomas was caught, right? We solved the problem."You wonder who Thomas is and you feel left out. So Brenner and Henry knew who was behind this hell and didn't tell you anything? "Who is Thomas?" you ask harshly. Henry is about to answer but Brenner beats him to it. "Just a stupid cowhand who has nothing to do with the stalker. A man who was helpful, though. He told me to change my perspective. But then again, a former scout buddy couldn't be our stalker. It didn't make sense. I was in Nevada for nothing. But it doesn't matter. He's not one of my men. He's no one from the past. No one who's a creditor of Victor. No former buddy, no one from your past, y/n." You look at him, nodding. "I know." After all, you haven't even thought about it. You don't have any outstanding accounts at home. "So the stalker is someone much closer and much more recent. Someone besides Krissy and Billy, too direct, who intends to torture you. A brilliant mind. One of those friends of yours. Someone who frequents the school environment but has a driving license. Someone who knows the whereabouts of both of you well. A resentful student." Henry becomes thoughtful. "I have some students who may be angry with me because I didn't let them pass the course." He says darkly. Brenner shakes his head. "No, Henry must be something more. A student doesn't get angry if you don't let him pass. Or rather, he doesn't show himself to be a criminal mastermind. But if you put her second for the scholarship, maybe..." Brenner smiles. "I thought about it the whole flight and we have our stalker. After all, Sara Snow got the scholarship, right? By two points." Henry starts "But that can't be! She's such a nice girl! That's not like her!" Brenner smiles again "It's from her instead son. Each of us has a shadow. Hers is ambition. Think about it. She already knows everything. Schedules, movements. Petals. She's good at photography and very intelligent. And she has a reason to hate you Henry. So you'll both go back to school. Yes, you too y/n although you'll have to be very careful for the child. And frame our stalker, Nancy Wheller" says Brenner handing you a photo of your roommate. The your world falls apart

"But Nancy has always been nice to me. A friend. She passed my homework! Why would she hate me?" you ask, confused and hurt. Nancy is the stalker. Good Nancy, strong Nancy, intelligent Nancy. Ambitious Nancy. Unfortunately, it all adds up. If there's one smart person who could do all this, it's her. Brenner understands your confusion. "She's not mad at you, y/n. She's mad at Henry. You're just the collateral victim. Now go back to campus. Corner her. Wait for her next move and record her conversations. Be more of her friend, y/n, but make sure she doesn't find out about my nephew. I won't let that girl harm my inheritance. Now go and frame her. This story has to end. Get Patty involved, but not the other guys. They'll be on her side, judging her innocent." You look at Brenner desperately. "And what if it's not her?" Brenner looks at you darkly. "It's her. There's no other explanation, y/n. Thomas White said to look at the things from another perspective. It's no one linked to your past, Henry's, or Victor's. It's not Patty. Only your gang remains," he says. "What if it's Orwens?" you say softly. Brenner smiles. "He's the second suspect, now go." he says. You and Henry walk away, but you don't ask yourself why Owens would hate Henry. And that's a mistake.

So... Nancy? Or Orwen? Or both? Or someone else? If there's no one from the past, who could it be? Are all doors really closed? Or are there other possibilities?

In any case, we're going back to school, at least for a while!🥰

It was nice to look at the stars! Jamie confirmed that Henry could have been an astrophysicist (or wanted to be, I don't remember) but... maybe in another life🥺😭 ah the mindflyer quote is obviously intentional even if here he is NOT our enemy (he is not the stalker🤣🤣🤣🤣 my sister thought it was him. in human form but... no. that would be too senseless)

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[bowersbtch]

Dinner

tags: henry creel x fem!reader, possessive!dom!henry, hungry!henry, unprotected p in v, cunningilus, edging, denial of orgasm, bondage (?)

summary: had you not been ignorant of his feelings the entire day, this wouldn’t have happened…

a/n: hi hi hi!!!! i’ve been grinding on this for the past TWO days. my fingers are tired, but never what? NEVER GIVE UPPPP!!! everyone, thank yours truly, bow, for prioritizing this over her summer work 😬😬😬

anyways, i would like to dedicate this one to the one and only, kites bower!!!! she has been so patient with me, even when i promised this to her yesterday….anyways, love you girl!! this one is for yewww!!!!

(lmk if you catch the weeknd reference, song is linked 👀👀)

word count: 5.1k

<no ai was used while writing this, just proper grammar!>

No word could describe the feeling Henry felt towards you. But if he was forced to choose, he would use the word hungry. Ever since you had entered his life, rather forcefully on his end, with the demogorgans and all, he had seem to become entertained by you. Before he decided to go through with his plan, he needed some company. Henry wanted to use you. Manipulate you. Control you, even. It had seem very lust driven in the beginning, but after some time—the way you lit up his cold heart very closely resembled his wicked version of love.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the same way. He had lovebombed you so much, you had eventually gotten dependent on him as you lived in his memories, “protected” from the evil monsters below. Or above. Wherever you truly were. Henry, at first, enjoyed the way you suddenly got flustered at the way he would call you ‘darling’ or ‘my wife’ unprompted. Or the gifts you’d randomly receive. Or the way he would softly touch you, as if he was restraining himself from doing more. The control he easily had over you, like everything else, made him feel quite excited. He didn’t have to use his powers, though, when doing this. All Henry had to do was be…charming. And the type of man he was, that came easy to him.

What he didn’t expect was how much all those things would affect him, too. Not having your full attention irritated him. It didn’t help that you were as breathtaking as you’d describe him being. Whenever he looked at you, he felt like he was being punched in the gut. And how kind you were…it made him want to take advantage of it so he could have you all to himself. You were so understanding, and smart, and easy to be around, and funny, and annoying in a way that was endearing to him—to which he hated. The way you furrowed your brows while doing something, the immense focus—he wanted that on him. These feelings were getting toxic, honestly. But toxic is the definition of Henry Creel. The thoughts about him taking you over and over again messed with his perception of reality. You belonged to him.

He hated this. Hated the control you had over him. Henry was in control. He was always in control, this was his memories. You lived because of him. You were safe because of him.

You needed him, not the other way around.

Though…that didn’t seem to be true, by the way you were acting since that morning.

Since you left your room in that perky, little dress he had surprised you, his eyes darkened with frustration and need. The way you walked down the stairs, the way you entered the kitchen and made a cup of coffee before making your breakfast, the way you walked into the dining room with it—completely unbothered by his presence made his eyes narrow slightly.

Why was he irritated that you had gotten comfortable with him? Why was he irritated that you only mumbled out a small ‘good morning’ with a small, adorable smile? As he pondered, staring daggers into his outdated newspaper that he reads every single morning even if it has no new information, he suddenly realized why: you weren’t performing anymore for him. You didn’t have the need to impress him with every single little thing you did anymore. It didn’t matter anyway; you’ve thought that he still cared about you either way.

After you had finished your breakfast, you nonchalantly stood up—grabbing your plate and cup.

“No work today?” You asked, glancing at the back of his head as you walked past him towards the spruce opening that led out to the central hallway, preparing to say goodbye to him in less than half an hour. All you knew was that he left for multiple hours a day, not returning home until after nightfall. Henry shook his head no slightly, seeming engrossed in that newspaper he was always reading. It honestly shocked you, hearing his lack of plans that day. It threw you a little off guard too. At first, it had gotten lonely without Henry occupying your time and attention but eventually, you had gotten used to it. It was like your little routine. Wake up, eat breakfast with Henry, help him with his jacket and hat, say goodbye, and move on with the rest of your day before greeting him when he came back home. You just let out a soft hum in acknowledgment at his words, leaving the dining room completely and made your way towards the kitchen to wash your dishes.

To be perfectly candid, Henry didn’t know why he was staying back today. He had some people to stalk, right? So why wasn’t he doing it? This time, he didn’t seem to have a logical answer for his own question. The shake of his head was something he did without proper judgment—so what was his body trying to say?

The day passed like normally for you. The flawless morning slowly set in the comfortable afternoon you were so used to being alone spending. Nothing ever changed outside. The same patch of sky where yesterday’s clouds lingered. The sun occupied in the same spot. The weather warming your face in the same temperature it always did. The trees and grass and plants in perfect position like they would get lectured if they shifted a couple inches to the right. The only insects spotted were spiders that you had been warned to keep away from. To get over any fear you might have of them, and to help it get to a safe area.

You had already cleaned the entire house to keep the old photographs of the Creel Family clean from dust, which served no purpose. No matter how much you tried acting like it was your doing that the house was so clean, it was because of him it remained in perfect shape. Stuck in a timeless box you didn’t understand.

You didn’t really notice, but whenever you would go to a certain room to clean—Henry would follow suit after a few minutes. Though, he wouldn’t say a word. He was like a shadow that stood in the corner of the room, observing you with careful eyes that gave nothing on his mind away.

But for him? It was a different story. Henry thought he was being bold for doing this. That his intentions were clear—that every moment you two had locked eyes, you could see the wanting in them. If only he expressed how he felt with his eyes a little better…

Maybe you were a little dumb for not asking why he was following you around so much, but you just didn’t pay him any mind which frustrated him even more. Henry hasn’t wanted someone this much before, and he didn’t know how to express it. He just expected you to know! Pathetic, he thought. Pathetic how he wanted you to notice so bad, pathetic he needed you for this insatiable hunger that could only be treated by your touch. Truly disgusting. You needed him, not the other way around.

Once you had finally finished walking and moving around him as you cleaned, brushing shoulders without a second glance, you were able to settle down in the living room—cracking your book open. It was a little outdated, a lot of the books that were in Henry’s office mostly from the 50s, to which she didn’t question. Maybe that was his taste. What he preferred.

Henry, moments later, sat like a shadow once again in the elegant armchair that was angled towards the tv in the living room—staring at a book where he only flipped the pages every few minutes, or so.

You still didn’t noticed, but he had been glancing up at you every so often. Your every move, shift, twitch you made as you sat on the off-white carpeted floor, back against the coffee table. The fact that the book was getting more attention than him drove him crazy. He had stayed back from stalking people for you! For your smiles and laughter that should’ve irritated him, but didn’t.

After what seemed like an eternity, you had softly shut your book and left it on the wooden, oval shaped table behind you and stood up. Henry’s eyes followed you as you walked towards the foyer to go up the grand stairs for a warm shower. You glanced at the grandfather clock, seeing how it was around 6pm. Right around the time you usually shower when Henry isn’t home. Except he is, and you’ve suddenly become perpetually aware of his gaze on you—turning your head as you held the railing, already a stair or two up.

He wasn’t sitting in his chair anymore, now he was just a few feet away from right beside the stairway, standing in the hall—his posture rigid with his hands held behind his back. Henry was acting weirder than usual, and that’s already an odd thing to say about someone as…freaky as him. You blinked at him before turning back to walk up the stairs—a strong, invisible yet frustrated force suddenly stopping you from doing so.

“What, Henry?” You sighed out, furrowing your brows as you turned off of the stairs and stood on the hardwood floors—just opposite to him as Henry slowly walked towards you.

“You can’t see it, huh?” Henry let out quietly with a frustrated huff you’ve never heard out of him before. As you finally looked at him for longer than a second, you noticed that unmistakable look in his eyes. The way his pupils were blown, the cold blue drowning in the black and barely visible. You noticed it in any man who had ever liked you, but you ignored it before. Clearly, in this situation, you can’t. It’s not like you want to, though…

“See what?” You asked cautiously, trying to act dumbfounded as you gulped. You didn’t want to assume and get everything wrong. The most you and Henry have done would be him kissing your temple before heading out for the day. But he didn’t head out for the day. He stayed home for once, and you had to try to get a move on with your day—trying to keep to your routine, even with him at home.

“The way I am right now. The signs i’m giving?” Henry circled you as he was a little closer now, stopping right behind you with just a few inches between your back and his chest. You stared straight ahead, your breath hitching slightly before you turned around to look at him fully.

“Henry, you’re not making sense right now. I can’t read your mind like you can to me. You’re not very…clear about your thoughts. What is it?” You asked softly, looking up at him—your jawline catching the light. His eyes automatically stared at it, breaking the eye contact, lifting a finger to lightly trace it—sending shivers down your spine.

Beautiful, yet deadly.

But by her words, he realized what he had been forgetting. What was obvious to him wasn’t obvious to her.

“I’m hungry,” he finally whispered—his hand gripping her jaw firmly, crushing his lips to devour hers in a desperate, starving, teethy kiss—not pulling away until they were both about to turn purple. Heat had automatically pooled into your stomach at his words. You could feel your panties growing a wet spot already, worried that the amount will soak through the beautiful dress Henry had gotten you. Feeling wanted in this uncontrollable way made you feral, to which Henry could sense and wanted to take advantage of.

Once your lips parted, you looked up at him—panting with ajar lips. Not swollen enough, Henry noted—staring at them before looking up into your eyes. You, in one swift motion, pulled his face to yours—kissing him with the same amount of intensity, your tongue slipping into his mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, swirling around each other in a messy, sloppy dance.

It all happened so quickly, but Henry had pinned you against the hallway wall—only pulling away when he had sensed you needed air, the string of spit connected you two. Staring at the string made you want to be glued to him, wanting to feel his lips against yours for the rest of time. His cold, blue eyes looked at you with feelings anything but, his hand trailing down your arm until it made under your dress, tracing your core through your soaked through panties.

“Already so wet, and I have barely even touched you. Pathetic,” he gritted out. Your wetness made a pang travel down to his groin—feeling the pain of it erecting, just barely contained beneath his brown slacks. Yet your reaction really did it for him. Your head was slightly thrown back against the wall, eyes half lidded—on the verge of spilling moans you didn’t have the strength to contain any longer.

“Henry..” You managed to get out. And that was it. Henry yanked your shriveled up, wet panties aside, entering two fingers at once without warning. You groaned loudly, unfiltered as his fingers started thrusting immediately—his thumb at your clit, rubbing circles that made you feel like you were on fire. In a good way, obviously. You felt like you were being electrocuted in a way that made you feel alive. You felt the butterflies being forced down your throat to your stomach, exploding that sent tingles everywhere. As he thrusted relentlessly, his fingers easily slipping in and out because of how wet you were. His fingers curled in the perfect spot, hitting your g-spot so hard that you saw flashing stars that blinded you—your legs feeling weak almost instantly.

“I’ve been waiting to see this view all day,” Henry growled out, going in to nip at your exposed throat and jawline—his free hand gripping your jaw almost harshly to tilt it back to give him more access. You moaned even louder, whimpering as his thumb ran over your bottom lip slowly, the pace with his middle and ring finger faster. You were getting close already. You could feel it begging to be let out, to finally give you some relief you so wanted.

“S-shit, Hen…!” You managed to hoarsely mewl as he nipped your exposed collarbones and throat from the dress. “I’m…I’m so close!”

“Are you now?” Henry questioned, the rasp apparent in his deep voice that always sent chills down your spine—his fingers working diligently on your cunt. Your perfect, delicious cunt.

“Yes!” You gasped out. “You…oh, God!~”

“Not God…just Henry,” he muttered into your ear after pulling away from your neck, nipping your earlobe playfully. Tauntingly. Your breath caught at just that, literally panting. Henry could feel your tightness clench even harder around his fingers, symbolizing your close finish.

“This entire day…” Henry began, his voice barely above a whisper. “…I’ve wanted you. The signs, you…you ignored. I get what I want, and I couldn’t get you,” his fingers went faster, making you arch into him—your hips jerking. But right as fast as it came around the corner, that’s as fast as it went away.

He stopped, pulling his fingers out as you stared up at him with squirming, wobbly legs—feeling such confusion. Your pussy without his fingers felt so empty, the ghost of what was just there remaining—clenching to feel some relief of the release you were denied.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked angrily, your chest rising and falling with each inhale of air as if you had been suffocated for days, and you could only now breathe.

“To make you understand the goddamn frustration I’ve felt since this morning,” Henry let out, pulling you into another searing kiss mixed with exasperation. You escaped the kiss in an instant, your eyebrows furrowed.

“You can’t do that, Henry! You can’t edge me if you’re angry at me, that’s not fair,” you glared at him. And in that moment, Henry knew you were the only person he’d allow to look at him such way and get away with it. It was embarrassing how much he needed you.

“Nothing in life is fair. I gave you all the signs, you were just ignorant to comprehend them,” Henry grumbled out. “You were supposed to know what I wanted, and I wanted you. I’ve given you everything, this whole new life, and you couldn’t give me an ounce of your attention? Do you want to be fed to the monsters that haunt down below? I saved you, and I can take that privilege away from you if you provoke me.”

You just stared up at him in disbelief and honestly, a little bit of fear. Facing those demogorgans again was something you didn’t want to experience. You wouldn’t even wish on your worst enemy to come across those things!

“No! Just….just don’t do that again. I can’t read your mind, I didn’t know what you wanted. You aren’t clear about your feelings either!” You exclaimed, basically begging not to go back.

“No? No, i’ll choose what to do with you, because you belong to me,” Henry let out in a very low voice, getting even more into your personal space before backing up completely—walking towards the living room. You stood there for a second, a little shocked about what just happened. But before you could do anything, Henry used his powerful, telekinetic energy to pick you up and brought you to him—making you gasp.

While keeping you effortlessly in the air, he pulled the dress off of you in an instant. The cool air suddenly hitting your skin, biting at it, hardening your nipples through your bra while also feeling like you were being tied up as you floated in the air. You didn’t know what to do; you couldn’t thrash around, that would just irritate him more. But you also didn’t want to—the thrill of this…it sent more jolts down your spine than anything else ever had. Henry’s eyes roamed over you shamelessly, as if he was thinking long and hard about what he was going to do. He walked up to you, fully clothed in his coffee-colored waistcoat and matching trousers, his red tie slightly loosened—the cream undershirt rolled up to his forearm, his veins disappearing under. You wanted to see more. You had to.

“Please…” You sighed out. “I want to see you.”

Henry’s eyes lifted to your own, standing just a few inches from you. His hand groped you through your bra, making you arch slightly into him. He then reached behind you—unclasping it and watched it fall away towards the ground. Without a second thought, Henry had began to knead your tits, quiet groans escaping your lips. One hand played with your nipple before he leaned closer to your other breast—his warm mouth closing around it. His tongue flicked around the hardened bud, his other hand pinching and twisting just enough that the sensation bordered pain and pleasure.

When he finally removed his lips off of your tit, kissing all around the areola before backing up. You stared down at the huge tent in his pants, your breath hitching at the view. No matter how odd Henry was, he was so, so perfect. He treated you nicely, and he was right. He did give you a place to stay. You wondered how lucky you got with someone like Henry. The sudden shift in his demeanor towards you excited you. You wanted him to use you for his own pleasure. You felt ecstatic that he wanted you. The once controlled Henry you knew felt so all over the place when it came to you.

Henry felt your stares on his bulge, a smirk coming onto his face. Before you knew it, he stripped all of his clothes off—leaving him nude. Completely nude. Your breath hitched as you shamelessly let your eyes wander to his dick, seeing how hard it was. It was long, veiny, thick—the angry, red mushroom tip leaking pre-cum. It was everything you’ve dreamed of and more. The way it curved made it stand up slightly, hitting his toned lower stomach just a bit. You gulped, running your tongue over your lower lip because of how dry it had suddenly become. At the glimpse of your tongue, his eyes darkened—Henry straightening up.

With his powers, he brought you towards the couch without lifting a finger—laying you down carefully but kept your hands stuck in a way it felt like you were tied up. It was honestly hot. He pulled your panties down all the way—it slightly clinging to your pussy because of how wet it was. Your heart pounded in your chest so hard to the point you were nervous Henry could hear it. He tossed it to the side without a second glance, Henry settling between your spread legs—staring at your now bare cunt, feeling so exposed. You would feel self conscious, but by the way Henry stared at it—you didn’t feel any embarrassment. You bit your bottom lip, inhaling slowly, your chest lifting slightly as Henry kissing your inner thigh.

“Let me make it up to you,” he mumbled out, his hoarse voice laced with a slight hint of vulnerability. Did he feel…bad for the way he edged you before? That was impossible, no way! But before you could even say or think anything clearly, Henry continued kissing up your inner thigh towards your slick folds—his nose pressed against your clit as he kissed the center of your core. The feeling electrified you. You jolted ever so slightly, your hips jerking just the smallest bit, moaning softly. Your arms that were “tied” together above your head pulled against the force, wanting to entangle your fingers in his hair.

Henry kept his nose against your core, inhaling the smell of your arousal. He wanted to smell this scent everyday for the rest of his life. It was so mesmerizing, so blinding—just everything he hadn’t realized he was missing out on. The fact that this wetness was for him made him go crazy. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins as he finally stuck his tongue out—licking a long strip up, getting a louder sound out of you. Every single sound, grunt, twitch you made him want to keep it on a record for him to play around the house when you were asleep. The way you looked when he lifted his eyes, seeing the way your eyes had fluttered shut—eyebrows pushed together and face twisted with pleasure made him want to take a billion photographs of this moment. Your reaction to his touch made him even more possessive over you. Just to get more sounds out of you, he let his tongue flick over your clit—knowing how the stimulation on the bundle of nerves would make you go crazy. He then retreated his tongue from your nub, going to town on eating you out—making you cry out, throwing your head back against the couch. Your hips jerked once more, grinding your pussy into his mouth as curses mixed with his name spilled out of your mouth, your legs resting on his shoulders. Your thighs squeezed his face as he then entered two fingers, thrusting in and out with a quick pace, licking your clit to the point of overstimulation. Henry’s thumb left indents on your soft, smooth legs—his fingers hitting your g-spot once again.

“Henry…” You mewled out, fireworks bursting behind your eyes as you arched—getting close to your orgasm. This time Henry didn’t deny your release, his invisible force ultimately letting go of your arms, your hands immediately gripping into his perfectly styled blond hair—messing it up.

“Cum for me now,” Henry growled against your cunt, finally letting go. You reached your climax—wailing loudly, not caring at all about ruining the quiet peace that remained in the other rooms of the Creel Manor. But as you came all over his face, he still didn’t stop pumping—helping you ride out your high. As he pulled away, sitting on his knees, his chin and lips covered in your slick and juices—your breath hitched at the sight. He was all for you. Henry stared down at you, your chest rising and falling quickly, the glassy look in your half lidded eyes, the small beads of sweat that rolled down your temple, the beautiful, rosy flush on your cheeks that he did.

You were like this because of him.

“Hen, please. I need you in me.” You let out through breaths of air, as if you were running out of oxygen and Henry was the only air you could breathe. He then aligned his throbbing cock against your slit, rubbing the tip up and down your folds—gathering your juices mixed with the bead of his pre-cum on it. You whimpered, forcing yourself to look at him even when you just wanted to close your eyes—feeling Henry slowly entering your hole.

Because of how big he was, he stretched your cunt widely—causing for it to hurt for just a second, choking on air. Henry paused yet groaned as he bottomed out, not moving because he cared enough for not wanting to hurt you if you weren’t adjusted yet. He didn’t want you to not enjoy this.

“God, you’re so tight,” he grunted out, standing on his knees, his hands holding your legs open—watching your expression. Once you nodded that you were ready for him to continue moving, he didn’t start slow. No, he pounding into you so hard the couch shook like it was on the edge of collapse. He filled every crevice of your pussy, not leaving you any room to breathe.

“Not God….” You choked out. “…Just me, Hen.” And that somehow made him grit his teeth, rocking himself into you harder like he wanted to merge you both into one person. That way, he wouldn’t have to be separated from you ever again. Pathetic. How pathetic, he thought again. He craved you. This magnetic pull you had on him was only increasing by the moment with each thrust—with the way your gummy walls clenched around even ridge and vein of his hard dick. He stared at the look on your face, how it was contorted with euphoria, how tears ran down your face, how you tried your hardest to maintain eye contact with him, how your tits bounced with each roll that made his balls slap against your ass.

“This is mine. Your body, your cunt, your mind, you are all mine,” Henry let out in a gravelly voice. “Say it!”

“Yes! Yes, I am yours! You feel so good, I can’t take it, Hen..!” You exclaimed, your voice sounding strangled. The way you said it made excitement course through his veins. He wanted to use you, take advantage of you, manipulate you for every single living moment of the rest of this pointless life humanity had the audacity to live. Maybe this was the purpose of a human’s life. This delirious feeling of you squeezing around him like you wanted to milk every last ounce of what his cock could offer.

You stared at the way he gritted his teeth, the beads of sweat that rolled down his temple, and how the look on his face resembled something close to pleasure. The way your pussy hugged his cock—welcoming it back in as he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting so hard his tip kissed your cervix. You couldn’t get enough of Henry Creel. He was like your own personal brand of heroin—making you more addicted by every little thing he did and said. He completely captivated you, the way you captivated him. Whenever he would make a guttural, throaty moan—it made your pussy ache even more for release.

But as soon as he found your g-spot again, this time with his member? You knew you weren’t going to last. You whimpered so hard, you could feel it in your bones, utterly intoxicated by how easily he slipped in and out. How easily he could make you feel good. It was so agonizing, waiting for your second orgasm to crash down on you, but as soon as that high made its way back—you croaked out. You had to grip onto something, but he was too far for you to reach. You gripped at the couch, hard enough to leave cat like scratches. Henry then let go of one of your legs, letting it rest on his shoulder—his hand slipping between your bodies, thumb circling your clit tauntingly. The sensation you were feeling was overstimulating, a broken cry ripping from your throat.

“Henry..! Henry, i’m going to cum!” You sobbed out. “Please…”

“Please what?” He said in a low, raspy voice—clenching his jaw as if he was holding back his own release to wait for you to come first, his knuckles turning white due to how hard he gripped onto your legs.

“Let me cum,” You pleaded, your voice cracking.

“Then let go,” He growled out, your second orgasm crashing down on you in an instant—arching into him, giving you the opportunity to finally reach for him and pull him down to feel his skin on yours. Henry helped you ride out your high by thrusting sloppily into your tight pussy, your arms wrapped around his back—his the same as he pulled you into his chest. He then hammered into you three last times before he buried himself deep into you, spilling ropes of his hot, salty cum into you—moaning in your ear.

As you both were exhausted, your legs feeling shaky like jelly—knowing you will be unable to walk properly, breathing ragged breaths, Henry carefully lifted himself off of you and pulled out—making your pussy feel empty all over again. The silence that fell over you two was comfortable as he just stared down at you, completely ruined because of his doing. The way his ejaculation spilled out of your pussy, staining the couch? The way your hair was completely messy and splayed all over the top of the couch? The way you were heaving, needing more air than this house could provide? The way you looked up at him like he an angel and a devil all at once? How he completely turned your life upside down even further with just his dick? He did that. That thought alone made him half hard again, your half lidded, red eyes widening slightly.

In that moment alone, Henry knew what you were thinking—a devilish grin tugging at his lips. You thought you were done. You thought that you could go back to your little routine, and your little shower—acting like nothing happened. But this wasn’t nothing. And he wasn’t done.

So while the sun set outside, the comfortable evening turning to dusk was completely oblivious to what was going on inside this isolated manor of a home?

Henry let out a mocking statement that sent shivers down your spine, heat pooling back into your stomach.

“I don’t have my dinner without dessert.”

[nocasdatsgay]

Possess needy jealous Henry? Yes please

[scarlettmystery59]

AWE

[secret-third-thing]

seeing the autumn equinox post by the bb team makes me laugh cause Eris week did the exact same thing two years ago (custom cocktails + meal)

so let it be known we were fucking trendsetters

[meatcrimes]

job interviewer: any questions?

me: so if a couple gets married but then gets an annulment, if they had sex on their wedding night does that retroactively become premarital sex?

job interviewer: a...about the position, ma'am

[spectrestrings]

My first request ever! I humbly ask for a Theo x female reader where she wants to try being tied up for the first time but is shy to ask, Theo takes her through it and it becomes begging, body worship and all that good stuff :) Pleeeeeease?

Title: Knot

ᯓ★ . Request

Pairing: Theo Deschamps x f!Reader | The Trials Warning: tied up, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, worship

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Knot ✧ Tumblr ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 2.6k

"Oh, come on! You can't tease about it and then not tell me!"

Theo scoffed, sitting down on the bed by you with a thud. He placed one hand behind himself for support, his head cocked to face you. You had hinted at him today that you might reveal to him a secret, a 'spicy' secret as you referred to it, which basically meant you'd tell him about a secret kink you've had. Theo was thrilled at the prospect and behaved exemplarily all day to make sure you'd tell him this secret. However, as the day went by, you chickened out, which Theo wasn't going to let happen.

"I'm not insistent; I'm just curious, and it's really not my fault, you know. You can't expect me to let it go after you hint at a kink I didn't know you had."

He shifted in closer. His hand went to your cheek as he studied your lips, trying not to make it too obvious. But it was hard when all he could think of was how inviting they looked, harbouring that secret.

Theo thought of ways to coax that secret out of you...

"Shy?..." Hearing that made him laugh. He couldn't believe after everything, you'd be shy with him about your intimate interests. "Darling... I think we are really past the point of..."

His laugh faded.

Looking into your eyes made him realise there was no room for joking, and that, as far as he could tell from your honesty, you weren't lying when you told him you were shy.

"Oh. You mean it." He whispered, almost apologetically, his eyes drifting from yours to the sheets beneath his palms. "Darling, please. I won't judge. I mean, I have a few strange preferences myself if that's what you're worried about. This is a safe space, no judging."

Theo leaned in closer, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Pinky promise."

With his soft eyes on yours again, he moved one hand to rest above yours. Doing so, he hoped you'd feel more comfortable sharing this with him, especially since he ached to find out. It was more than a mere curiosity by now; it was a scorching need to know the kind of thing you'd be shy to tell him.

"Tying you up?!"

That was indeed unexpected.

When you revealed it to him, he was a bit taken aback; not because it was too bad- after all, he could think of a list of stranger kinks- but the shock came simply from the fact that he didn't expect you to be into this sort of thing. It wasn't one he would've associated with you before in his late-night, self-pleasuring moments when you weren't by his side.

"Oh, that's new, darling. Not the kind of thing I would've expected from you of all people!" Theo's laugh replaced his shock. He was excited to find out this truth. However, his reaction made you frown, and that worried him. "Hey, hey. Don't take it the wrong way, sweetheart. I didn't mean it in a bad way. I meant it in a very cool way, actually! I'm a little surprised that's all."

When you opened your mouth to scold him, Theo butted in, squeezing your hand and pulling you into him. He let his back rest against the headboard, moving you effortlessly on his lap. When you tried to protest, he smirked.

"No. I know what you're going to say, and no. No, I'm not attempting 'damage control'; I really mean it. It's hot; I just didn't think you'd go into that sort of thing." He leaned in until the tip of his nose barely touched yours. Then, using this short moment of calm, he pressed a peck to your lips. "It's a very pleasant surprise; I'll be honest with you."

But no matter how hard he tried, you weren't going to spare him from a scolding. In your attempt to distract him from the secret you'd revealed, you decided to nag him playfully about something you'd told him before - which had to do with not making assumptions because you could never really guess correctly. And it had proven true just now.

"Yes, I know you've told me not to assume things about you, but I can't help myself. You know how I get when I'm all alone; what else could I possibly think about?" Theo's hands slid down to your hips to rest on them. "What could I possibly let my imagination come up with, if not the most-"

You pinched him.

"Hey! There was no need for that! I was teasing, my God." He grunted, letting his head drop on your shoulder. You could hear the growing smirk in his voice, the eagerness to tease you for being such a difficult, precious thing. "Someone's really pent up today. Or maybe... someone's own imagination set her up for something, and I'm being such a bad boy and disappointing her, hm? By not giving her what she imagined..."

Theo was trying to get under your skin, and whilst he wasn't succeeding most of the time, today he had the advantage of this secret. You knew if you tried to be too confident, he could easily use the discovery against you. He, on the other hand, was pent up after a whole day of begging to hear it, so he was only waiting for a command. All he needed to hear was you telling him you wanted it and that he was going to obey.

"Oh, please, sweetheart. You know I'd be more than happy to give you exactly what you want, but for that, you have to tell me what that is. I can't exactly read your mind, can I... Or maybe I can?"

Theo caught your hips, his hands clasping tightly into the skin when you tried to pull yourself up, flustered by his incessant teasing. His lips lingered on your shoulder, peppering kisses up to your neck and stopping right beneath your ear.

"Ah ah ah, where do you think you're going, darling? Getting me riled up and then leaving? Are you that cruel?" Theo whispered, his hands drawing you in, pulling you down into him as he lightly pushed up into you, forcing you to feel the outline of his growing excitement through his trousers. "Don't act as if you're not aching for this..."

You tried to argue against it, but your flustered reaction betrayed you. With a snap of his fingers, Theo secured a piece of rope, and his smirk was turning all the more defined as the colour drained from your face.

"I fucking love magic..."

Theo leaned in. At first, he captured your hands.

"Don't squirm so much; there's going to be time for that very soon, darling. And no, that's not a threat. Just a remark... a prediction, if you will."

He then skillfully began fastening the rope around them, binding them together before securing them to the bedframe. He summoned another piece, using it around your ankle. Once he had bound you to the bed, Theo then did the same with your other ankle. By the time he was done, you were trapped, open for him to explore and tease as he pleased.

"Here, like this. Is it too tight? No? Good. Now, how about we think of a safeword, hm? I won't go too hard, but you never know."

Theo snapped his fingers, which eased the job of undressing you when you were already tied up. Once again, he praised himself mentally for his peculiar spells, which often came in handy for more than any work-related spell.

"Fair point; stop is probably the best safeword. How come I didn't think of that? Okay, okay, I know... too much talking. But it's never too much when it comes to making you comfortable. Now... how about we start... right, here."

Theo leaned down, beginning his path to making you comfortable with a kiss right on your temple.

"I know, it's a bit much, isn't it?" He whispered, placing another on the other side. "Does it frighten you?" And then another, on your forehead. "Having absolutely no control... It excites you, I can tell that much... But what is it that makes it so alluring to you, sweetheart? Is it the lack of control? This forced surrender? Knowing I can do anything I want to this beautiful body of yours... It sends quite the thrill through you, hm?"

He smiled, above your lips.

"I knew it."

Theo placed a kiss on them, his hand coming to cradle your cheek, a little smug reaction beginning to form on his face.

"Don't be embarrassed; it's to be expected. I'm quite the catch... I'm joking, I'm joking... I know this is about you, not about me. Here... do you like it when I kiss you here?"

Theo went down with his lips, from yours to your jaw, and below it, across the column of your neck and to your shoulders and collarbone, until he found himself above your breasts. There he stopped, his eyes peeking up at you, his tongue peeking past his lips so he could lick them in awe of the sight.

"What about... here?"

Theo grunted, leaving a wet kiss on your nipple.

"Mhh, fuck..."

He did it once again, on your other one, his hand coming to fondle the one he abandoned so brashly. His tongue parted from his mouth to eagerly twirl around the sensitive bud, before he took as much as he could in his mouth, greedily, pressing himself against you. His hand squeezed the other breast lightly, massaging it in a gentle motion that matched the sucking he did. Then he released it and moved to the other one he had forsaken far too quick.

After he released it from his mouth, he let his forehead relax against your abdomen, nuzzling against your skin.

"Your body is so... warm... So responsive, so reactive... so... needy. Fuck, you make me needy. Your skin tastes delicious... I could keep nipping it all day..."

Your impatient writhing made him chuckle, and he pushed himself away from your body, his hands moving once again to your hips, then gliding up to your sides, feeling the warm skin beneath them. "I know you want more, but I'm having so much fun right now... Mmh, what was that? Did you say, 'please'? Oh fuck, I liked the sound of that. Made me so hard hearing that, baby. Say that again, please... beg for it."

When you did, Theo swallowed a knot that formed in his throat, his arousal already high, turning itself against him, making him squirm with lust. "Fuck... Oh God, that's music to my ears, don't stop... You make me so hard, shit, oh, that's right, darling, beg for it. Keep begging, I'll make it worth the while..."

Your constant tugging at the ropes drew Theo's attention as he had descended to your stomach with the kisses, going lower by the second.

"You want to touch me? Oh, that's a shame... You can't do that this time, sweetheart. You have to let me worship this pretty body of yours. Let me have control, let me make you feel good... That's right, baby, doing so well for me... You like that? When I keep kissing... lower and lower- ah-ha. Got you. You thought I'd give in already?"

He grinned, grabbing roughly at your thighs, fingers burying into them.

"No, sweetheart, not until I get to bite those wonderful thighs, that soft, delicate skin, fuck, I love being buried between them, mmmh... and those knees and calves and... Your ankles... Every part of you is divine... a Goddess... Oh, and how lucky a practitioner I am to be allowed to worship you..."

Theo kept to his word, not letting his mouth reach your cunt before he first kissed every inch of your body, despite your frustrated grunts and your begging for him to get his mouth where it should be.

"How was that?" He taunted, as soon as his mouth worked its way up once again, placing a kiss above your mound. "Judging by how hard you're trying to break free, I'd say it was a bit too good... Let's try again."

Theo began with another kiss placed intentionally right above your mound, enough to make you wince. Then, as he got that sweet sound as his reward, his mouth went lower, his tongue pressed flat against your slit, giving it a long lick, working up to your clit where he stopped, lips closing around it. He suckled on it lightly, one hand groping your thigh, the other coming down between your legs to help make you feel good.

He brought a finger to your cunt, dragging it across your arousal, then to his lips, coating it with his own saliva. Theo then returned to sucking and lapping at your clit as his finger eased itself into you.

No matter how hard you tried to tug at your bounds, all you could do was remain wide open for the taking, a feast for Theo, who took the liberty to eat you out far more messily than he normally would, no longer worried about your scolding, as you could do nothing but take it. His chin soon had trickles of your arousal and his saliva mixed as he kept lapping, his teasing mindless, low and desperate against your cunt.

"...mmm, I can't help it. I can't stop. No matter how much you beg, I can't fucking stop... This is as good for me as it is for you, darling, maybe even better... Remember, you can only stop me with one word... begging won't do it... not until you say the word...You're not fucking saying it. You don't want me to stop, do you?"

He insisted, adding a second finger inside you despite the writhing, which became so intense that he could feel from it that your orgasm was nearing. "You want me to push you past your limits. Fuck, I'd be more than glad to do just that..."

And he did.

Theo thrust his fingers into you, keeping up the pace that drew the most delighted moans out of you. His fingers, alongside his mouth and his own feral groan, managed to push you past your breaking point, forcing your orgasm to crash over you.

Theo watched it unfold in awe; the way you arched and squirmed, unable to do so much as try to tug his hair, was a far too exciting sight, and he felt his own cock throb painfully in his trousers. "Oh fuck, fuck... Oh, that was so hot... fuck... My God... darling... I had no idea you were such a naughty girl..."

Theo panted, letting his head drop on your tummy, relaxing for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. He reached up one hand to wipe his mouth, breaking into a mindless fit of laughter. You let him have his moment of rest, since you were also coming down from your waves of the orgasm, so that moment was more than comfortable and welcomed. But then his teasing wasn't stopping, so you scoffed at him- since you were still very much tied up.

"You're right, I guess I am a bit of an asshole, teasing you while you're in no position to defend yourself. But I quite like watching you like this...Okay, okayyy... you're no fun." "

Theo felt that he might be pushing his luck, so he got up, laughing and snapping his fingers to make the ropes vanish, leaving you free at last. Once free, he dragged himself up closer to you, his head coming to rest by yours, lips near your ear.

"I'm joking, by the way; you are very fun, dear... in every possible positive meaning of that word."

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[secret-third-thing]

the urge to write wlw erislain

[tadpolesonalgae]

I think I should listen to ur urge

[nocasdatsgay]

👀👀👀👀👀

[obsessivefanfictionauthor]

Hi! I was wondering if it’s not too much to ask, if you’d be willing to write some hcs of Henry/001 with a reader that struggles with and ED? (eating disorder, not erectile dysfunction lol) Preferably male or GN reader, but whatever you think works best!! Also feel free to ignore this if this is a weird request 💛 Thank you !

Hi, Anon!

So, I don't do head canons unfortunately. I'm, well, I like to call myself a storyteller and I have tried to do head canons and they don't...they don't work because it turns into a 20k word story covering everything I wanted to cover because I can't keep anything short. I can give you 5k words about the colour and texture of walls if I felt so inclined because my writing instructors (of which I've had several) could never make the "less is more" idea stick. BUT under the cut is a little bit of how I feel Henry would react (so my head canon attempt!) because I understand needing to see something surrounding you with a fictional character. Okay?

Trigger Warnings: GN!reader, more skewed towards anorexia (my disorder and I kept it as simple as I could for my mental health), not so detailed because it's Henry's POV more so.

Check it out:

Henry Creel would not understand an eating disorder because to him, this godlike figure, you're perfect. I mean, he chose you. Why can't you see that? If he chose you, you're better than anyone, right?

But when he understood that you couldn't understand that, you couldn't see how incredible you are, he would get angry. He would be angry that there was a variable in this world regarding you that he could not control BECAUSE IT'S YOU.

He would try to mind control the ED out of you, but anyone who has one, knows that wouldn't work. Because this ED is so engrained in who you are, in what you see, that it would be the one thing that cracks through the world he created.

It would start small, you making comments about your appearance and I don't think he would get it right away because he'd be confident in his powers, but in this world like Camezot, he always disappears for long periods of time. Time where your mind would not let you rest because...he's gone and obviously it's because you're not pretty enough, skinny enough or healthy enough, right?

When he did get it, I think it would take you refusing to eat around him and making the comment like, "hmmm? Oh, maybe later. I'm just not hungry now." which is an excuse that you would be familiar with using even if you couldn't remember.

I think he'd try to like reinforce the mind control before giving up and bringing you back because in the mind control, despite not liking your appearance, you wouldn't be you so he'd take it away.

Cue your breakdown and like emotional, emotional breakdown and he would just be SO unsure what to do because this is the man turned monster, used to cruelty and villainy. He has no clue what to do with your tears ESPECIALLY because he loves you. He chose you.

He would just stand there and then I think he'd ask, in this like very small voice, more reminiscent of the boy he never got to be, "why?"

And I don't know what your answer would be, I could never tell you that, but whatever it was, I think he would realize that he can't fix it for you and while that would hurt him because he wants to destroy whatever hurts you, he would realize that you just need him.

And I think he'd just like sit beside you and hold you while you cry and tell you that he'd never leave you. That he loves you. That you're perfect and if you can't see it, he'll see it for you. But then he'd ask for you to try to get help. And if you were still in Camezots, I think he'd...give you up.

I think that Henry Creel, the man made monster, would let you go to save you. If he knew you would get help, he would let you go. Because he loves you.

But he'd also be there watching over you from afar, checking on you for the rest of your life.

Anon, I hope this was okay!

—The Obsessive Author

[nocasdatsgay]

How the hell did a two part fic multiply into four parts? I don’t have time for this

[kosmogrl]

oooh I get it it’s always gonna be because of the environment I grew up in

[aceofpans]

it’s because of the curse

[olenvasynyt]

Jesminda x Lucien