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[ottoscatwife]

i like to think henry would’ve liked Queen, specifically their earlier albums from the 70s…in a universe where he escaped the lab☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[ottoscatwife]

his favorite songs are father to son, liar, and the fairy fellers masterstroke bc i said so

[midnightcreel]

[ottoscatwife]

lab henry oh my god oh my god the one on the left like that’s my baby

[ottoscatwife]

HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN NOMINATED FOR AN EMMY OH MY GOD HOLY ROBBED

[ottoscatwife]

HI EVERYONE!! i haven’t posted in a hot minute my apologies but here’s my beautiful wife who i mourn everyday

[spectrestrings]

Title: Sleep [Part 9] END

ᯓ★ 001 doesn't have to put on the good boy act when you are asleep.

Pairing: Henry 'Vecna' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things Warning: smut, dub/noncon, clothed, degradation, use of orgasm to make reader obedient, semi-ruined orgasm, only usage of hands/his powers, mind manipulation, mention of markings [from Part 8], Master/Servant play, kinda ooc sorry about that. Chapters: [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4] | [Part 5] | [Part 6] | [Part 7] | [Part 8]

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Sleep [Part 9] END ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

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"Your attempts are... disgraceful. Weak."

There was no further need for Henry to maintain his perfectly curated human form as he carried you out of the cave, without once looking back at the place that revealed far too much to him. He tried to block those thoughts and the surge of realisations which came with them, for it was too far and too late now to go back.

When you tried to escape from him a few times, as he dragged you to meet the Mind Flayer, he figured you were doing little to actually liberate yourself, perhaps aware that there was no way you could indeed free yourself this time. Each attempt was met with a grunt, low and serving as a warning more than anything, but never words. He knew if he spoke, you would ask what he saw and try to pull him back from his goal, and he couldn't have that. So he continued taking you along in silence, feeling the heavy air between the two of you.

Was he worried?

Henry couldn't understand what he felt, for it was a strange mingling of sensations that caused him to become rather confused. Beforehand he didn't have such thoughts, but now he did. He began to question more avidly than before what the Mind Flayer wanted to do with you, and if all of this struggle was worth it. You didn't want this, with your own unblemished memories, without his influence; you didn't want this. But the Mind Flayer did, and there was little he or you could do when he had to be Its agent and bring you.

You had never been, in full consciousness, to the place where the Mind Flayer resided, that dimension so arid and lifeless that, in itself, upon entering it made your skin crawl. Henry remembered his own feelings when he first came and, for once in this journey, had turned his head to you, coming to a stop when the Mind Flayer was still some safe distance away.

"Are you scared?"

You lifted your head to look at him, but shortly after meeting his gaze, you let your head drop again, without an answer. Not that you didn't want to talk, but was there anything to say to that? Was he genuinely curious, or was this a sort of question meant to frighten you further, as if this whole... place wasn't already too much to take at once?

"It will no longer scare you once you see it." "Because everything will pale in comparison? I saw a vision of it when you decided to tell me the truth; I saw it." "..." Henry was quiet, and his hesitance looked all the more odd as you watched the pursing of his tendrils around his face as he tried to give you an answer. "No." "No?" "It might... frighten you more than everything, and yet it will show you that nothing you see here is worth fearing as much as that dreadful order from the world. The potential it will unlock within you..." He pointed one of his nails at your head. "Will teach you that there is nothing to fear." "That's one of the lessons you tried to teach me with those false memories too." "Yes."

You looked at his nail, but you couldn't feel the same fear you had before because you knew no matter how frightening he would seem, the Mind Flayer needed you alive, and so he wouldn't truly harm you, only threaten you perhaps, but never truly putting your life at risk.

"There is something you still fear. I know there is; I can see it, plus there's nobody who doesn't fear at least one thing."

Henry, or rather Vecna, cocked his head, his eyes narrowing. You struck a cord, yet it was most likely one that he had repressed so laboriously until now that pointing at it was a threat in itself.

"I do not fear anything. I have unlimited potential and I-" "Before the cave, you feared it. After you came out, you started to fear something else."

Henry let go of you, allowing you to stand on your own. Even if you tried to run, where would you go? You didn't know anything about what was happening to you; you had no idea how to escape, even if given the chance, so he saw no risk in letting you free for a moment.

"I don't know what you saw, but whatever it is that you did, it shook something in you, and you can't deny it."

Vecna groaned, eyeing you down, his presence enough to make anyone shudder. But not you. After all, you had nothing to lose standing up to him, even in this form that he had.

"I have no fears. Your words are... meek and irrelevant as expected of an unfit subject to meet-" "It cannot grant you something which is beyond anyone's reach, nor perfection, nor total lack of fear. All have an Achilles' heel, no matter how enhanced your strength might be; as long as your own mind still has a word to say, you will realise you cannot reach the perfection you seek and that you are afraid. Perhaps more afraid than me."

You had angered him.

You pointed out to him something which had begun to plague him since the revelations in the cave struck his already unstable side. He lifted you off the ground with so much ease that you barely had time to react, and had you thrown a little distance into the ground. The surprise stunned you more than the fling, which only rekindled the soreness of your wounds from the cave.

"You do not understand. Deplorable girl. You will not understand until you will yourself face it." "You are not fighting it... You could escape it if you fought it! You are letting it win, and the more you do, the less likely it is that you will ever escape it! Just try to refuse it for once!" "I have no reason to deny this power and the duty it gave me. Unlike you, ungrateful girl, I see the greater purpose of my existence."

The closer you were to the Mind Flayer, the more you knew the harder it would be for Henry to oppose it, so you let go of the matter; however, too late. He had made up his mind to give you one last show of his abilities.

In his Vecna form, he stepped over to you until he was standing right between your legs as you tried to push yourself up. His tendrils didn't allow for that, however, as he stuck you down on the ground, making you squirm pointlessly as you witnessed an even rawer form of his power. Back in the cave, he only made use of one hand; now he had no reason to hold back.

"You seem to have forgotten you still bear the markings of having submitted to me once." Vecna cocked his head to the other side, closing his eyes for a moment, lips pursed as he yanked you up with his powers, then kept you upright with them alone. "I must remind you, I am your Master before it will have you. It is I that you must obey first and foremost before we meet it."

With you in the air, seemingly putting in no effort in keeping you so, he gazed upon himself. How should he claim you now, with this body, when the only sort of pleasure this body could derive would be from seeking you to fall, capitulating to him.

"Let us begin..."

Vecna circled you once while keeping you up, preventing you from even attempting to trash or kick.

"Do you understand how little of my power I must use... to have you like this?"

Once behind you, he stopped, inching closer so that his face was by your ear. His hand snaked up your leg, nails grazing over your clothes, enough to risk slashing them open. But he didn't. That would be an improper way to present you to the Mind Flayer. Instead, his hand climbed up your body, until it reached your face. He felt your opposition against him, the attempt to draw your head back. Yet that didn't stop him, hand coming to press against your face, tendrilous palm over your mouth, nails in your hair forcing your head back into him.

You were breathing heavier, heart racing. Even if you knew Vecna couldn't truly hurt you, the apprehension that came with the uncertainty of his next move was making you heave.

"Hm. Perhaps you won't let go of fear because it excited you. Hm? Oh, yes... indeed. It does excite you to be afraid."

His other hand came around you from behind, feeling across your thigh, lightly, before coming to cup your cunt through your trousers, yanking you back into him so you could feel his chest in your back. Initially repulsed, you tried to arch away, but he was still in control, still not permitting you to do anything but take what he had to give you.

The heel of his palm pressed into your mound, and he began to set a pace, slow but with just enough firmness to gain a little muffled grunt from you against his other hand. Your eyes remained shut, feeling the graze of his nails in your hair, his voice hypnotic by your ear.

"You thrive in fear... Meek insect."

The motion was steady, angled into your clit, which felt the friction even through the layers of clothing. Vecna's ring and middle finger joined his palm, grinding against your slit area, pressing around where he estimated your hole would be, urging you to shudder with the growing urgency of the heel of his palm.

Your grunts, which came more often now, were muffled into his hand. His mind was devoted to the task of making you submit once more, yet he felt the presence of the Mind Flayer begin to seep through, closer, which made him painfully aware he'd have to be done with this soon and bring you over. The patience of the being was immeasurable, and yet it urged him to hurry.

"This is the last time you will obey me... before you will obey it."

Your muffled reply didn't reach him, his hand continuing to work on you, determined to have you cum once, however unsatisfactory, but to feel that wave of a climax brush through you and make you compliant. Surely, it wasn't going to feel as good to you as the other times he claimed you, but that hardly mattered, as this was meant to be your last experience of bliss before you'd meet your fate.

"Let your body yield to me."

It didn't take long, however, for his hand to make you climax. A weak one, but enough to make you gasp and writhe helplessly as his palm pressed your head back into his shoulder. The few waves of the climax gradually subsided; Vecna held you upright still until he felt you no longer put up any resistance, and only then did he take his hands off you and let you drop from his powers, catching you right before you could hit the ground.

In this state, you wouldn't make him second-guess himself.

He held you in his arms and began to carry you again, the marvellous sight of the Mind Flayer growing in the distance, more and more, with each step of his.

For the first few minutes, you had been recovering, but once you did, you looked up at him, then ended up hiding your face into his tendrilous chest. Was there anything to be done now but accept it? No. So you gave in and let him carry you in his arms to the Mind Flayer. He would glance down at you, but then keep walking, noticing your closed eyes. He knew you were afraid, but he couldn't do anything more than he had already done; it was a necessary step you had to endure, one where he couldn't do anything more to help you.

Amusing, really.

That he'd want to help you. That was so unlike himself to worry about you when you were, to him, supposed to be merely another task the Mind Flayer gave you. Was he genuinely concerned for you? Was he empathetic to your fear? No. No. And yet he was. He remembered his own fear vividly when he received the particle which changed him, and couldn't help but feel pity for you and... wish, for once, that he could truly let you go.

But that was strange, so strange. Vecna squeezed his eyes shut, tensing at the thought.

No, that's not something he could permit himself. If he cared for you, you'd become his weakness. And weakness was a cause of fear. His memories- had they given him just enough of his humanity back that he'd realised he cared for you? And if that was the case, was he afraid of the Mind Flayer's goal for you? The thought that it would consume you, that snippet of an image which hadn't crossed his mind before, made him stop. Overcome with the dread he once felt in the cave.

But too late.

Like a puppet to the puppeteer, he had already reached the Mind Flayer.

Vecna had to put you down, for you to stand on your own feet before it. Of course, nothing could have prepared you for the awe and horror of truly witnessing it, past the figments of memories that you had caught from Henry's mind. The creature's sounds were in no way something you would understand, but he seemed to do so. Neither of the two was talking in a language you could understand, and your mind was not yet part of the hive, and all you did was observe the strange demeanour of the two.

"It is generous toward you."

Vecna's low, coarse tone broke the silence, for once giving you the chance to understand. Before you knew what was happening, he secured you, depriving you of the ability to run. He was frightened at first, but this was the better of the outcomes. After all, now that it was revealed to him, it put him at ease. The Mind Flayer desired to impart to you a particle, akin to that which changed Henry, to make you like him.

"It will be over soon." "But I don't want this!" "You will understand Its choice for you, but you must allow for it." As he held you, he knew the Mind Flayer would not be quite as willing to wait for your consent on this. "You wanted to save me, didn't you? Accepting it. It is the only kind of saving you could offer me."

Regardless of your answer, you would still be given the 'gift', but Henry, underneath that tendrilous form he had, wished that you'd at least accept it without fear. And once you did, you too would understand the goal of the Mind Flayer.

You turned your head to him, searching for his gaze, and when you met it, you saw a flicker of humanity in it. If you could keep that kindled, and prevent it from succumbing fully ot his creature, if this was the saving he wanted, you would accept it.

With no memories of the world outside, with the only figment of humanity left being that momentary glint in his eyes, you let it happen. Henry flinched as he watched it take place, reliving once again what he himself had gone through.

The pain, the fright. It was over soon; Henry hadn't lied about that, and now, with you under the same influence as himself, still adjusting to it, you had the chance to see it all that he did. For the kind of connection the Mind Flayer forged between you two was stronger than that any lab subject would have had. You two were agents of it, and all one knew, the other too had access to now.

But above all the intertwined memories, you saw what the goal had been from the start.

When Henry had become the first infected, the Mind Flayer thought him enough. And Henry too believed he would be sufficient in reestablishing a new order, the correct one, of the world. But he understood that a world, even renewed with new, natural rules, would lack inhabitants- ones not akin to the pests that humans were- but with the Mind Flayer's gift, there could be a new kind of species, one that bore in its veins the perfected version. And yet, there was no way to replicate this perfection infinitely with each human, for it was only a select few that would be sufficiently deserving of this.

Instead, the goal became to find Henry someone who, once having received this gift, would match him, another perfected subject, and together, the two of you would become responsible for the task which had been Henry's alone before.

That of rebuilding the world, one where flawed humans would not be destroying the natural order with their mundane, self-imposed destructiveness.

But,

While the Mind Flayer felt its plan completed, something remained. That spark of humanity which you reawakened in Henry, and one you maintained yourself, as your memories were now linked. As you faced each other before the Mind Flayer, you saw in each other's eyes a question.

But would that spark be enough to save you as Henry had whispered, or would it, at last, die down and make of you mere flayed servants?

Perhaps the Mind Flayer itself too was aware of this question, but why should a powerful being as itself ever fear that meek spark? What were humans to it? It wouldn't understand.

But with yours and Henry's eyes locked on each other, you bore hope that if you had made it this far, perhaps there was a chance at redemption after all.

This is the end! Hope y'all enjoyed it! [Apologies if it was terrible; I never had a plot in mind for this to begin with, it just appeared on the go, but hopefully it didn't turn out too bad!]

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.....and wears them for his panel (x) :

Jamie + Lidl: A Love Story ~ The Saga Contunes ~ 💖

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I'm teasing, y'all 😂 (but am I wrong?) 🫶

[ottoscatwife]

guys he looks so good oh my goodness

[spectrestrings]

Title: Sleep [Part 7]

ᯓ★ 001 doesn't have to put on the good boy act when you are asleep.

Pairing: Henry 'Mr Whatsit' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things Warning: smut, dub/noncon, somno, cunnilingus, talking your asleep body through it, clothed Henry Chapters: [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4] | [Part 5] | [Part 6] | [Part 8] | [Part 9]

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Sleep [Part 7] ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

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"This is the most unusual way to have to wake you up, sweetheart... but... back in those dreams... it did work, didn't it?"

Henry watched your sleeping form on his bed, in his home, the ticks of his clock announcing that you should have already woken up. But you were one sleepyhead, weren't you? Had you become used to sleeping through it? The idea made Henry's lips arch into a soft smile as he undid his waistcoat, leaving only his shirt on, hat and suit jacket already gone. He removed his glasses, then his hand reached down to feel across your thigh, sighing deeply. Even though all was the Mind Flayer's doing, this one activity in particular was one he undeniably enjoyed himself. It was the goal the Mind Flayer had set, but the means had been his to decide.

"I am starting to believe you enjoy it when I make you feel good in your sleep, sweetheart. What a sleepyhead you are..."

Henry took his time.

He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, carefully rolling them up to his elbows and making sure they were secured before he crawled into position between your legs, both hands on your thighs, helping himself closer, until his crotch was nearly against yours. That would be quite an endeavour, but no. He would wake you up with his mouth, but first, he couldn't miss the opportunity, so he leaned down and pecked your lips once, smiling against them, glad he had already left his glasses aside.

"I hope you will forgive me again, sweetheart..."

He murmured as he left your lips, kissing down across your neck to your shoulders, one hand reaching up and snaking under the back of your head, holding it while he leaned in to nip at the sensitive skin.

"It is wonderful, sweetheart... How I can never seem to get tired of this..." Henry lingered over your shoulder, brushing his nose against the skin, then stopping to suckle a spot, releasing it with a pop before he could truly mark it. "No... it would be a shame to mark you now... Look how... perfect everything about you is. Oh, my little sleepyhead."

Henry would have kissed every inch of your body like this, but you had your chest covered in the pyjamas he had dressed you in before, when he first brought you here. Then his clock began to strike, and he knew he should wake you, having already pulled your trousers off, knowing this was the best method to ensure you'd wake up and be pleased, with the least amount of possible suspicions.

He moved down, bent forward as he scooted back, on his knees with his face down between your legs. Henry lifted up your shirt for a moment, kissed your stomach reverently, working his way to your right side and nuzzling it, then to your left and repeating the gesture before kissing down to your mound.

"I will be going easy, hm? I want to give you a nice wake-up, sleepyhead..."

Henry cooed over your mound, tongue pressing flat against your slit once, lapping up a long line and savouring the taste, hands holding down onto your sides. One lick was enough for you to squirm a little in your sleep and for him to let a pleased sound leave his lips, a sweet mix between a grunt and a chuckle.

"So sensitive... and eager, sweetheart. Just like I knew you would be..."

Henry kneaded your sides in his palms as he gave your clit a few kitten licks, enough to cause you to stir again.

"Shh, shh... I know, I know... I am rushing, aren't I? I am sorry, sweetheart. Here, I will go slower..."

He began to place pecks across your cunt, from your clit down to the lips, before taking each of them and giving them a soft suck for a few moments, then leaning to your thighs and nipping them. He was slow, his dexterity having improved, having done this before in your dreams and now in his home.

First the right lip, taking it between his own, tongue tracing at its inner side, working way down and up to your clit before swapping to the other. One hand had left your side, coming down to use his index and middle finger to part them for him once he was done worshipping each side so he could lap better at the slit.

"You taste incredible..." He chuckled, "I am quite glad you are such a sleepyhead... the longer I get to taste you, the better."

His grunt as he moved to work on your clit earned him a few needier jerks of your hips and a soft moan as you threatened to toss a little. Henry smirked, mouth latching onto the clit, tongue pleasuring it as his eyes fell closed so he could fully focus on the taste. Until his own mind seemed to fall blank, an empty slate guided by the urge to keep eating you out.

Your body reacted, the squirming more urgent, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you.

He could've spoken, soothed you into relaxing- but he couldn't make himself leave your cunt when it tasted too good. Far too good. So he kept going past the squirming and arching and wincing until you came undone against his mouth.

He lapped it like an eager parched puppy, before he pushed himself to rest on his knees, watching your eyes slowly open as you were panting. Henry worried you would react negatively to this; he wasn't sure why, but the concern was still at the back of his mind. However, when you did see him, you began to chuckle right away and let your eyes fall closed again as you caught your breath.

"uhh..." You lazily brought your arm to your face, rubbing it in an attempt to wake yourself properly. "You've got a habit of doing this now... Can't say I mind it though..." "Good morning to you too, sweetheart."

You forced your eyes to open, only to notice... a new home. Not your own but a strange one, and before you could question it, Henry chimed in.

"I am sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't wait to tell you... I brought you to my home, where we can be safe from those monsters." "When did we..." "Shh shh, don't worry about it, sweetheart. I took you here while you were asleep."

You squinted, seemingly in disbelief.

"I came back for you, but you, sleepyhead, were already dozing off, and I couldn't bear to wake you up." He leaned in to kiss your forehead, which did wonders in easing your worries. "But how..." "I can do a lot of things, sweetheart. Remember? It was barely any effort, because I knew you would be safe here."

You pulled him down to cuddle him, and although he tensed at first, a bit surprised by your eagerness, he didn't pull back. After all, he wanted to make you trust him, be fond of him... and maybe more. So with you nestled against him, his hand went to your nape, soothing you with light strokes.

"We have a long day ahead, sweetheart. I have to show you your new home, but most importantly, breakfast..."

"You don't have to keep looking around, sweetheart. I insist. You must feel at home here. With me." "I know, I know. I'm not being shy or anything; I don't want to knock something over, that's all."

Henry stopped guiding you around the house, a soft smile plastered proudly on his face. He spun around on his feet until you could see his smile and sense the slight amusement behind it.

"What a wary little lady you are, but..." He leaned forward, his hands clasped behind his back, eyes locked on yours. "You really mustn't worry about such things..." He averted his gaze to the ground for a moment, a meek, shy smile appearing for a moment on his lips before he eyed you again, "No. No, sweetheart. You have to see this place as your new home, because it is."

His smile faded for a moment, one of his hands coming from behind his back to your face, thumb stroking your lips first, before coming to rest on your cheek. "You must be terribly exhausted. How did you sleep? Before I woke you..." The look in his eyes as he waited for an answer became more acutely focused on you, on examining each slight shift in your conduct that would allude to any suspicions toward him.

"Slept? I slept great, a bit too great if you ask me." "How so, sweetheart?"

Henry took your hand, guiding you to his living room at first.

"I... Well, I don't know. I feel like I've been in one heavy sleep, as if I slept for months or years."

Henry gave you a wary look, but only for a mere second before it turned into a soft chuckle, almost to playfully mock it.

"Oh, sweetheart. If that was the case, don't you think I would've been worried?" Then he leaned in to your ear, in a playful yet conspicuous tone, "There would've been nobody to enjoy all the treats I've got."

Henry leaned away, continuing to walk you around his home, a soft crinkle around his eyes from his smile.

"I couldn't have finished all by myself, and... it would have been tragic to throw it all away, don't you agree, sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes and used the chance to push yourself up and kiss his cheek, causing him to halt in surprise and glance at you. He should've expected this; after all, he had worked on establishing this kind of connection with you through those false memories and yet seeing it happen now, outside of the dreams he had been puppeteering, was an odd feeling. He couldn't quite place it. Henry didn't dislike it, but he was unaccustomed to it, cautious yet curious.

"Surprised?" "...do I look surprised?" "You do actually."

Henry snaked his hand to your lower back, brow raised in a gesture of light shock, the initial one having subsided. The one he displayed was a mere form of teasing, and you guessed it from the way he pursed his lips with this almost chiding ring to his voice.

"I tricked you." "You tricked me?"

With the most earnest, gentle expression, Henry nodded, "Yes, sweetheart. I tricked you... I gave you the right chance for that kiss, and you did it."

You laughed at that earnestness in his clear lie to save the situation and let your head rest against his shoulder. His other hand came to snake around you, both on the small of your back as he pulled you into his chest, until your head comfortably nestled underneath his chin as he let his head rest on yours.

"I am sure you did, Henry." "You'd not believe the truth even if it were told to you?"

Henry embraced you gently, eyes closing as his chest rose with each breath against your own. Perhaps there was a part of him that was curious what you would do if he told you the truth. Now that you had grown fond of him, how much harm would it do if he revealed it all? You had to go to your room, become accustomed to this place, until the Mind Flayer would insist on bringing you over. It was not yet the time; for now his task was to keep your suspicions from becoming a nuisance.

"The truth being what? That you are this planning mastermind and made me kiss you? Oh please, as if that was something you could do... You may have quite some powers, but my mind is my own."

Henry's lips curled into a smile.

'Yours indeed.' "Moreover, that was completely spontaneous, you know? Sometimes I want to kiss you." "Sometimes you do. Sometimes you want to do more too."

You got caught off guard a little and flashed him a look, clearing your throat and leaving his embrace with your cheeks a little flustered at the implications. Henry initially let you lean back, but he quickly stopped you before you could truly leave his arms, only giving you a second's illusion that you were free from his arms.

"Not yet." He chimed, his hand holding yours, thumb brushing tenderly over yours, soothingly. "I have to tell you one very... very important thing, sweetheart. It's... like... like a rule. But it is very important for me, hm?" "A rule?" "A rule, yes." Henry took your hand to his lips, leaning his head down so he could give it a light kiss, watching you from above his glasses. "You saw the forest outside? A dreadful, dreadful place, isn't it, sweetheart?" "I thought it's quite fun looking- to explore-" "No. No. That's a trap. That place is very, very dangerous, and you mustn't ever leave without me, hm? Could you be a good girl and promise me that, sweetheart? Could you promise you will never wander off all alone into that terrible place?"

You glanced over your shoulder at the window and saw very briefly the green shade cast by the trees in the distance behind the glass, for Henry made you turn your attention to him again, giving your hand a light squeeze.

"Please? What if you got lost, sweetheart? I couldn't protect you from those scary monsters if I don't know how to find you, hm?" "I suppose you are right... even though I don't think I would get lost, but if it makes you feel at ease..." "It would, sweetheart. And you know what they say about forests, no? They are like scary mazes."

You smirked, looking over his shoulder this time, at your room, the door slightly agape behind him.

"In books." "Books wouldn't lie, sweetheart." "Alright, alright. You have it. I won't go in the forest without you... But- we will go together, right? I want to see what's in there."

Henry squinted, lips thinning- betraying his displeasure.

"No, sweetheart." This was the first time a 'no' truly felt like a no from him. No more games, or teasing, but a heartfelt no. "We can't go there at all. Not yet." "Not yet?"

Henry let a soft grunt leave his throat as he led you inside the room, "Don't worry your precious little head with it, sweetheart."

"But what if I want to worry my precious little head with it? You are being awfully secretive. How do I know you aren't one of those scary monsters pretending to be my dear lovely Henry, hm?"

Henry's jaw tightened for a moment, his head snapping up to yours, tense... But he did no further move. Instead, he exhaled tiredly and sat on the edge of your bed.

"So you are a scary monster-" "Sweetheart."

You stilled.

"Don't joke about that, sweetheart. I can't tell you everything yet because there are things that your little mind would be overwhelmed by... You would be frightened. Run... and then I wouldn't be able to protect you." "I promised you just now that I wouldn't go out in the forest." "No, sweetheart. It's more than that." "Well, you're not making it any easier for yourself."

Henry turned his head away.

"You say my mind would be overwhelmed by it, but you have been testing my mind before, have you not? You know, in the laboratory. You didn't complain before that it would be weak." "This is not the same, sweetheart." "And why isn't it?" You asked, nosily.

Henry shot up from the edge of the bed, frowning, tense. Breathing heavier.

"This is clearly something you have to tell me, Henry. You have done bad things to me, alright? You didn't see me running away then. Why would I run away now?"

Henry remained quiet.

"You keep insisting that I have to trust you, and yet you clearly don't trust me if you're not willing to at least explain this." "I am keeping things from you for your own good." "If you don't tell me, I am leaving."

Henry tensed more, the pressure visible in the way his neck muscles tightened.

"You'd be going right back to those scary monsters." This time, as he spoke, his voice was less chimy, bearing a neutral, sterile tonality. "How do I know that, hm? Oh, I don't. I have to trust you. No. Not a chance, you're telling me, or I am leaving right now."

Angered, his temper lost, he undid his cuff, folding up his sleeve and outstretched his arm toward you, yanking you closer with his powers, grunting as his head cocked to the side. You weren't phased, as it wasn't the first time he had ever used his strengths on you, so you eyed him down, waiting.

"You will not run." "I won't." "Do you promise, sweetheart?"

You nodded, "I do."

That was the first time you had seen it, before your very eyes, his hand becoming something unnatural. A crimson, tendrilous mass that grew and crawled over his arm, embedding in it until it transformed it fully into the hand of a creature which you did not recognise. Never before in your dreams had he revealed this part to you, and perhaps that was his fault, for he had to expect the shock of seeing it.

Henry spotted the hesitation, the fright and kept his hand above your head, not touching you, merely letting you see it.

"You still do?"

You gulped, swallowing your words for a moment, the sight of his hand too distracting to speak at first. The nails, sharp like claws that hovered inches over your face, continued into skinny bony lines that further sprouted into a tendrilous mass. "I... I do."

"You are not so sure, sweetheart. Don't lie to me." "I am not."

"Stubborn," Henry growled lowly, his fingers stretched slightly as he closed his eyes, focusing on your mind. It wasn't defended, and it easily allowed him access, permitting him to reveal to you figments of the truth. Not all, for even he couldn't recall all of his own existence, the reason for his own one fear, but he let you see. He let you see the truth through his eyes, let you feel the pain of his journey, the form which he was forced to take.

And perhaps worse of all...

For a mere second, your mind felt and saw the Mind Flayer.

That was when you pulled your head back, escaping the short-lived trance, panting, searching for his eyes. But he remained unchanged, unfazed, lowering you down as his hand came to normal, as he lowered his sleeve again, cuffing it.

"What was that..."

"You know the answer, sweetheart." In his voice, you felt a vague distance, unlike before. "You don't have to be afraid. What you saw... It frightened you, did it not? But it can take it away..."

He tried to place his hand on your cheek and cradle it, to keep you calm. To keep you collected, despite the terror in your eyes and the shivering. The heavy breathing... he had to expect as much from a first vision of the Mind Flayer. "This power, it was its gift. Do you remember? When I told you the order of this word was wrong, deeply unnatural, disruptive? It is through what you have seen that I can undo it all, sweetheart."

"No."

Henry cocked his head.

"No, it's too much." "I warned you, sweetheart." "I need... I need time. Alone. Please."

Henry disliked that and continued to hold your cheek and caress it until you stepped away from him.

"I need time to think, that's all. Please. You said it yourself, that it would overwhelm my little brain, no? Well, it did. Please. In the morning we can... you can tell me more about it, and it will be for the better. But now I need to sleep."

Henry could feel your anxiety and the uncertainty which came with it. He knew the risk of insisting any further and crossing over your desires, so he let his hand drop, nodding.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" "Yes." You replied swiftly. "And tomorrow we'll continue."

Henry was disappointed, but complied, head angled down, nodding as he put his hands behind his back and turned to the door.

"If you need anything, sweetheart, you know where my room is, hm?" "Yes, I remember. And if I can't find it, I will shout out for you." You tried to smile- to joke as to not worry him- and he seemed to fall for it as he nodded, wishing you a good night as he stepped away, his steps quieter and quieter.

Only that Henry was right to be worried.

Anything to the Mind Flayer you could have overcome. Even his new nightmarish form, you would understand as being the effect of all his toils, but that dread and terror of feeling the presence of the Mind Flayer in a vision alone had been enough to scare you into wanting to run away. There was, among the series of memories and visions, one of a cave, brushed over but enough to make you believe foolishly it was there that you'd find an escape.

And over the night... You snuck out of your room and peered inside his, but he was not there. If he had been a pawn to this creature, then what assured you that its goal wasn't to do harm to you too? You didn't know what to do, what it wanted... and in the lack of someone to save you this time, you ran.

You ran into the forest, leaving behind the Creel house, and trying to find an escape.

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Title: Sleep [Part 6]

ᯓ★ 001 doesn't have to put on the good boy act when you are asleep.

Pairing: Henry 'Mr Whatsit' Creel x f!Reader || Stranger Things Warning: smut, cunnilingus, orgasm denial initially Chapters: [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3]| [Part 4] | [Part 5]

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Sleep [Part 6] ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 3.3k

After Henry left, you knew things would not go back to how they had been, albeit it was hard to recall what they had been like before. Your past life- everything before Henry returned to you your lost memories was blurred into a haze that you could hardly pass for something believable. There were snippets of who you had been before, but could you trust those? Perhaps not. Henry's version was far more believable, even though there was something so innately fascinating and frightening about it.

Your own mind was not to be trusted; Henry had told you before he left, for it had been meddled with, and he, through a difficult process, was working on helping you remember the truth. His resilience in doing so was admirable, and you had no reason to believe otherwise. Why else would someone like him desire to come all the way for you, no? He could, with his strengths, do so much more and seeing how you lacked what he had would've only made you a thorn in his side. But he came for you, so you deduced he must mean it, that he was working on saving you from things this world had hidden from you. Even after the incident... the massacre, everything had been taken away from you, and your mind had become not your own, which was why you were more than grateful to have Henry slowly return to you what you had lost.

That is what Henry led you to believe.

Things were not quite so, but that was not something you would have to concern yourself with. Dream by dream, Henry was making certain the foundation of your trust was becoming solid enough so that he could go forth with his plan. With him fully allowing you to wake. It was a strange and lonesome task, one that required far more energy than he had wished to spend, but he had to. It was a task imposed on him. That Henry should lead you to see the one who had given him the power to change it all. Keeping you in this dreamlike state was difficult... after all, once he brought you to his mind's place, to his home, he couldn't have woken you. Not immediately. Your mind would have been confused. It lacked this trust, which he had worked on building, weaving memory after memory of your love for him in your mind.

And the more the threads were woven in your mind, the sooner the time was that he should wake you to the 'reality' of his home. He was playing his part meticulously, each 'day' that passed in your dreamlike state adorned with one of his visits. In them, he would impart more and more details about these 'monsters' and slowly guided you to believe in his mission. It was hard; you were peculiarly gifted in catching on to subtle undertones, and at times you would question him, and he would have to come up with ways to soothe your straying thoughts.

It was working...

Slowly, but it was. And each day proved to Henry that the progress was nearing its climax.

There came a time, for what Henry considered his last visit, the one where he should inform you that the next time you met, you'd depart. That it was no longer safe, that the monsters were coming for you. But to make himself believable, once more he would have to play around with your dreams. And so he sat by your sleeping form, in the bed of the Creel house he had carefully reconstructed, prepared to invade your mind one last time. He wondered as he watched you... He wondered what it was that the Mind Flayer needed you for. Was Henry not enough to deliver the new course of the world? Why was there need for another? One so... meek and lacking the gift. Or perhaps it was that the Mind Flayer desired to impart the gift onto you too? It was hard to tell... His mission being not this, but merely to bring you to face Its might.

Henry closed his eyes and heard the ticking, the steady grounding ticking of the clock.

Each second...

Minute.

It was time. Henry would stall no longer.

"It was getting late... I was starting to think you wouldn't pay me a visit tonight, Mr Whatsit."

Your chuckle caused Henry to sigh. Ever since you had given him that silly nickname, you seemed to enjoy yourself greatly at the expense of it. But whichever the case, he was pleased you were comfortable with him now. It reassured him that his tedious work was showing results. So he walked over to you, his hand coming to rest on you as you sat at your desk, thumb tracing a line from your neck across to your shoulder, with just enough pressure to make you sigh.

"That is a remarkably silly name you keep calling me, sweetheart. You know me under so many names, and you choose to give me yet a new one?"

His tone was soft, fatherly almost. The gentleness in it made your eyes close as he repeated the motion, bringing his other hand to mimic the first, both of your shoulders now subject to his massage. You tried to turn your head back to him, but he continued rubbing your shoulders, and your eyes fell closed. You sank in the chair as he continued, your whole body seemingly melting at the motion.

"I don't know how you do that, but it's incredible." "I am doing nothing, sweetheart. Nothing out of the ordinary at all..." "I always end up so... relaxed when you touch me. It's strange but pleasant. Your hands are gifted, magical!"

Henry smirked at the corner of his mouth. Faint, before his lips returned to their usual slight smile, soft and reserved.

"I am inclined to believe you had a difficult day, sweetheart. And this... is just the result of your own weary body." "You might be right..."

Henry nodded, his hands continuing on, the motion hypnotically slow, repetitive.

"Every day feels so hazy... As if the only moments of clarity I have are when you are here with me." "Sweetheart..."

"No, no. I mean it. I hate it when you leave me, Henry. I keep feeling as if those monsters you keep talking about will come, and... I can't for the love of God understand anything. I need you around. You have to stay for longer... Your visits are never long enough."

Henry nodded thoughtfully, but in his mind, he knew this was the result of his tedious work. This uncertainty- your need for his protection was something he had worked on causing you for days on end, and now, as you were pleading with him, he knew that he was closer than ever to being able to fully wake you. That there was no need for any further dreams to secure your trust in him. You already depended on him, and that was what he had been looking forward to achieving.

"I can't be here for too long, sweetheart... I told you before. I am trying to find us a safe place, and I might have... but until I am certain it is safe, I cannot risk bringing you." "Henry! But you have to... please. Even if you don't think it is fully safe yet, it is far better that I am with you. What if one of those monsters comes when you are not here? At least if it happens when we are together..." "No. No, sweetheart, I can't yet."

Henry was merely toying with you, making you desperate so that when he'd accept it, you wouldn't second-guess him.

"Henry... please, I know you aren't a cruel man. I know you don't have it in your heart to leave me again. Take me with you this time." "No, sweetheart. I can't have you leave everything behind right now... but you are right. I dread to know what those awful monsters are capable of... I promise I will take you with me tomorrow."

You seemed disappointed but less willing to argue. Tomorrow was a clear time indication, and it was soon enough that you couldn't protest much against it. Henry knew that, in theory, for you it would feel longer, but for him, it would be a few mere moments. As soon as he'd leave your dreams, he would wake you up, fully wake you up and introduce you to his home.

"You aren't pleased, sweetheart. I wish I could have done it sooner." He leaned over, watching what you were doing at the desk, but before you could say anything, he continued. "Reading... what a noble activity. Oh, and what a brilliant book. You know, sweetheart, I love reading. So many things one can learn from these wonderful words... and so many worlds to discover."

He came around your chair, placing his hat down on your desk.

"I feel that is quite wonderful, don't you, sweetheart? Being able to take refuge in these worlds..." "It is... a shame that it is only one's mind that can take refuge in them."

Henry smiled ironically, nodding. You couldn't have caught the slight irony in that smile.

"Soon you will be taking refuge in my world." "That is a funny way to put it..." "You are right, sweetheart. I suppose it is..."

Henry took his suit jacket off and draped it on the back of your chair, leisurely leaning down to peck your cheek.

"How about I make your wait a little more likeable before I go, hm?" "...What is that supposed to mean?" "Oh... I believe you already know what it is supposed to mean."

Henry pulled your chair slightly, farther from your desk, just enough so he could stand between it and you. He reached down, his hands on either side of the backrest as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was a little awkward at first, his glasses slightly in the way as he tried, but that made you chuckle. He pulled back, feigning a little awkwardness as he took them off and placed them behind himself on the desk by the hat, one hand leaving the backrest to come to your cheek instead, cradling it in his palm as he gave your lips tender pecks.

Each time you'd hope he would deepen it, he continued to tease, tiny pecks, causing you to lean in, needing more and for him to smile and lean back, drawing you in from want alone.

"Quite eager, sweetheart... I thought you didn't know what I mean. You need to be patient..."

His soft teasing made you flustered, and you hooked your hands in his vest, tugging him in and kissing him needier, this time without giving him a chance to pull away. Henry wasn't phased. He had expected this, and so he permitted it, his tongue tracing your lower lip before it sought your own. Despite his plans, his intentions, he'd lie if he said he didn't enjoy this. It was a strange sort of enjoyment, a very primal one, which he put on the account of his own body craving it rather than his mind.

Although... even his mind insisted he continued.

He tilted his head, eyes closed, feeling the intoxicating taste of your mouth make him soft, needy, almost unlike himself. Henry parted from your lips to gasp, and you too tried to catch your breath, cheeks warm and lips plumper, enthusiastic. This time, however, he had a different idea. His hands left your cheek and the chair, and he dropped your trousers lower and lower until the fabric pooled down at your ankles and he carefully took them away from you.

His hands then hooked around your hips, and he tugged you closer to the edge of the chair, guiding your legs on his shoulders as he knelt before the seat. From between your legs, he peeked up, almost apologetically, as you were still panting; that swift was the change from kissing to him ready to pleasure you.

"I know this is not the most... suitable of places, not the most comfortable... and yet..." "No, no, it's fine here too. Anywhere you want." "That was an eager reply, sweetheart. Why, I hope you're not worried that I will back out of it..." "No, I... I don't want to wait any more."

Henry nodded, his cheek resting against your right thigh, eyes closing to focus on the sensation of your skin as it acted as a soft pillow for his cheek.

"I understand, sweetheart... I too find it very difficult to tear myself away from you. But..." He placed a kiss on your thigh, then slowly down across until he reached your knee, repeating the gesture to your other leg, this time from knee up the thigh, nipping on occasion. "Oh, but it would be for the best if I took you to bed." "No. Just keep going, here. Now." "And your poor back?" He asked teasingly, making you wait, knowing with each second you would crave it more. "Henry, please." "Oh, so impatient, sweetheart. I know, but you must learn patience. It's a very critical skill. I already warned you about that..."

Henry loved to see the lengths of your desperation. How different from him you could be. Even when he was pathetic in your dreams, even then he felt he had everything under control. All of his plans were carefully curated and controlled, with the rare... moments when his facade would fall under the insurmountable pleasure caused by lust. But you? Oh, you were subject to your own emotions so easily, and how curious that even with this impressive responsiveness, you still proved so very useful to the Mind Flayer.

He hugged your thighs, palms grazing over the outer flesh, tenderly guiding his fingers across the skin as his head remained nestled so close to your core. Your panties were still in the way, but he could make use of them to tease you and make you ache for him.

Henry's lips pressed softly on the mound, but it was enough to make your hips arch against his mouth. The fabric, already thin and although a barrier, did little to dull the feeling. The shape of his lips was warm and damp, kissing so close to your clit. He did it once, and then he groaned softly, leaning in again with his eyes closed and repeating the motion. Your hips arched with each press of his lips, his hands tightening their hold on your thighs, forcing you to remain still.

Your hands reached down in his hair, trying to grab a handful blindly as your head dropped back, thighs threatening to close around his head repeatedly. He groaned, the kisses swiftly transforming to little licks, presses of his tongue flat against the fabric, making you so needy that he could feel your slick already seep through the damp fabric.

"I can taste you..."

He grunted, teeth pinching the fabric, carefully pulling it back before releasing it.

"Right there..." "Why do you torture me so? Please give me more." "In... due time."

Henry sounded pained to refrain himself, but at the same time the slight torturous angle of this, seeing you on the brink of desperation, was too enjoyable to pass.

"You must be patient, haven't I told you, sweetheart?"

That honeyed voice, almost talking down on you with that unshakable tone as if you were a silly girl to him, made your hips jerk and your cunt to arch into his mouth. That seemed to prove too much even for Henry, as he sighed, almost with a disappointed, playful hint in his voice, one hand reaching around your thigh to clumsily pull your panties away with his thumb. Enough for your cunt to be revealed to him.

You felt it, his warm breath against the bareness of your core and attempted to push your hips into his mouth again, but he scolded.

"Don't rush, sweetheart; good things shouldn't be rushed. They should be enjoyed... carefully appreciated, savoured. Like I am savouring you now... Relax..."

He spoke as if you weren't already on the brink of attempting to ride his mouth. So calm and collected despite seeing you tug, whine and plead.

With your knickers pulled to the side with his thumb, he let his mouth rest on your bare cunt, tongue at your clit, flicking lazily over it with the tip a couple times before suckling and letting go with a pop. Then his tongue pressed flat against it, and he bobbed his head, head waggling a few times from side to side, causing your body to tense and your hold on his hair to tighten as you felt the knot in your stomach threaten to make you spill over and cum. But he stopped and pulled back completely, causing you to whine as he observed proudly how easily he had you at his mercy.

How easily it was to make you feel good.

"Stand up."

Your legs were wobbling and your mind dazed from being so close to cum yet having been denied it that at first his words didn't register.

"Come, sweetheart, we don't have all the time in the world. I will have to leave soon. Stand up."

You tried, and he didn't hesitate to help. He guided you over to the bed, kicking the chair aside and making you kneel on the edge of the bed, bend over for him. He wanted to try something new. To eat you out a little differently.

With you on your fours at the edge of the bed, his hands grabbed hold of your butt, panties aside as before and spread your cheeks open, burying his face in your cunt, tongue reaching beneath at your clit, nose brushing across your hole, almost prodding at it. You gasped, and he took that as a sigh that he was doing well, so he kept going, keeping up the pace, lapping at your clit and prodding your hole with the tip of his nose until your squirms were signalling to him that you were indeed close.

He didn't have to look to know you were grabbing the sheets. He felt how your body was arching and jerking, and he had to move his hands from your butt to your hips to prevent you from escaping.

"Don't try to run, sweetheart..." He groaned into your cunt, the sound causing small vibrations which only spurred you closer and closer, threatening to make you climax at any point. "That's it... let go... Sweetheart, let go for me. Please."

The hint of softness which wove into his composed tone made you at last cum, and Henry eagerly licked your cunt clean, gradually slowing down and helping you down on the mattress. He pushed himself up with a slight grunt, panting and licking his lips, a soft smile on his lips. You were recovering, your mind so receptive now to anything that he'd say... He could take advantage of this. So he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple and whispering in your ear.

"Rest... Rest now, sweetheart. I've got to go... By the time you wake up tomorrow, we will be home."

You listened, as if his words were a command, hypnotic and soothing, your mind barely registering their meaning as you fell into a sleep. A deep sleep, so deep that it felt as if for an eternity you were lying nearly dead.

And then...

Tick, tack.

Tick...

Tack.

Faded in the distance, then growing closer and clearer, the sound, the familiar sound from that dream a while ago. That ticking, a clock, a grand clock announcing each passing second, each minute. And then it stopped. Completely still, no sound but an eerie silence broken by a voice...

"Welcome home, Y/N."

NOTE: Part 6! That was a long wait- I hope my writing didn't flop too hard ~.~

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the moment I start watching Camelot it's a moment y'all gotta fear... I had a bit of a hyperfixation on medieval lore so... there will be a surge of fics with it probably...

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[spectrestrings]

Title: Sadist

ᯓ★ The last sir John fanfiction from the BDSM series!

Pairing: Sir John x f!Reader || Emanuelle Warning: smut, wax play, choking, dacryphilia, pain play, sadism (obviously)

˚₊⊹ masterlist: Sadist ✧ Tumblr | Ao3 ˚ ₊⊹

word count: 1.2k

"Don't worry... It won't hurt if you stay still..."

But it did.

A slight burning sensation dropped on your arm. It made you flinch and hiss. At first shocked, you stayed still, but then you tried to shake off the scorching drop that met your skin.

Despite your winces, Sir John didn't help. He stayed still and watched you squirm. On his face, a pleased grin formed, and as soon as it did, another burning drop hit your skin, right above the first.

"Darling, that's the whole excitement of wax... I've gone through such trouble to get this candle, and now look at you? Trying to stop me. Hm, yes. That's right," Sir John sulked at once. "Not me. You're trying to stop the feeling. Because you... You're still acting as if I'm not here. As if it's not me causing this to you. Your resilience is... unique. Foolish, yet so very enticing."

Your skin tensed, expecting another touch of the burning liquid, unsure of when it would come. Sir John had made sure you'd be blissfully unaware of what he meant to do with you, having covered your eyes. He forbade you from focusing on anything but your senses. He tried, once again, to make you acknowledge him.

"Is this too much, darling? Is a drop of wax too much? All you need to do is...," but he stopped himself. He knew you won't give in. Not from this alone, and the thought you might made him laugh softly. The sound seemed a threat. A warning that he was about to do more to you. A rush of adrenaline coursing through you, making the stinging liquid pale in comparison to what you thought he'd do next.

Maybe he should go further than he ever has before. What if he made things a little more fun?

Sir John blew out the candle and then put it aside. You heard it being placed on the nightstand and expected to hear him pick something else. Your ears perked. You braced yourself to distinguish the nature of your next punishment. But there was nothing. No leather, no silk, no heavier object. He picked nothing. There was nothing. Perhaps that should've been a relief, but it wasn't. The concern about what he was going to do was growing. There was no hint now as to his intentions.

And then you felt it, his hand latching onto your throat, thumb pressed against your windpipe. Sir John knew precisely how to press so that he would control how much you could breathe, if any. You tried to clutch his wrist in surprise, and you heard him laugh.

You broke.

Not entirely, that was true. But this was the first sign of submission. Fighting back. Had it been that easy? Choking you was all it took to make you notice him? After all he'd done to you, was this where you drew the line?

But much to his entertainment, you realised you slipped. Your hand let go of his wrist, allowing him to keep going. You knew to trust him, and so you let go, once again pretending what he did had no impact on you. Good Lord, did that make him throb. His cock had been hard all along; in fact, he could barely restrain himself when he was around you, but now? Now more than ever, he was feeling his trousers caging his excitement.

His hand kept holding your throat until he saw them.

A few tears began to form at the corners of your eyes, and in the same breath, he nearly came on himself. Those salty drops, streaming across your cheeks, made him want to claim you. To drop all teasing, all acts, to claim you until you'd scream his name.

But that wouldn't suffice.

It never sufficed in making you acknowledge him. He had to keep going.

He hovered closer, until his lips were inches from your ear, his hand loosening the grip on your throat, making you gasp.

"Darling, God knows... if you would give in already... If you would say you want me..." Sir John began to plead, "I wouldn't drop until you passed out on my cock. I'd make you feel what nobody could ever make you feel... You know it, don't you? I learnt everything about you..."

He reached down with his free hand, kneading your breast, before lightly pinching the nipple. It made you arch, to nearly break. Sir John gasped, hopeful. He was so close to staining his trousers just from watching you like this.

"Good Lord, I need you. And you need me. Only I know every dirty little kink you have. Every fetish that you'd never dare to share with the world... I know them all. I crave them all. There is no man, none, as willing as I to worship you... But for that... all you need to do is say it," his fingers twisted lightly at your nipple.

The more he pushed your boundaries, the more he could almost feel it. He could taste your defeat on his lips, nearing. Closer and closer. You had done so much for him, so many times. For once, his own desperation became a nuisance against pleasure. He didn't want you to play anymore. He wanted to win, to make you break, and then he could claim you as you had both craved for so very long.

You had given him all he wanted, had obediently served him, and now the game was up. His fingers pinched the other one, slightly harder. The few tears left lingering on your cheeks, he leaned down and licked them off you, groaning. He was hard, too hard to contain his filthy needs.

"The game is up. I've had my fill... You no longer have to fight it. Let go. Just let go..."

His hand released your nipples and latched onto your hair, under your head, holding your head almost tenderly in his palm. His other hand released your neck and took your wrist, pinning it almost reverently on the bed by your head. The swift change from the sadism of his actions to this almost loving twist confused you.

Did he mean it? This time you were inclined to believe him...

"Please, let go. Let me fuck you as you deserve it. I need you. I love you. Just say it... say you want me. Tell me to worship you as you had worshipped me. Tell me to-" "Fine! Ah fuck... please fuck me. Stop this and just fuck me."

There was a pause, a pause in which the shock of your words made him pant, his head dropping to rest against yours. He said nothing, merely caught his breath. But had your eyes been uncovered, you would've seen the smirk that was growing on his lips.

"Well, would you look at that... I finally won. So the secret to making you break had always been..."

He laughed, but you couldn't tell if he was mocking you... And perhaps not even Sir John knew whether he had lied or told you the truth in that heated confession.

"Telling you that I love you, hm?"

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