A couple days ago I was scrolling through twitter and one of Jamie’s posts came up.
I think a pretty interesting story would be a like jamie as a Victorian ghost in the reader’s house. The ghost is toying with the reader but then he finds a liking to her.
Actually, wait. I LOVE this idea. I've been toying around in my head about writing a few things for Jamie. I've started a draft to this story already! I can clearly picture him effortlessly pulling off a frock coat and high waisted trousers with bell sleeves. But I can picture Jamie's style being a little more ornate paired with dark colored gloves. I don't think he'd go for the bowler hats, but I couldn't really say. Anyway, I found a couple of pictures on pinterest that I feel would fit Jamie's style if he were a Victorian era ghost haunting the reader. I'll probably be posting this story in a couple of days! Thank you for taking the time to share your idea with me!
1) henry creel x female reader im which y/n is at the lab with Henry (they're the same age so 20s) and they share the same powers. Even though henry might act cold he yearns for yn to notice him , to like him even one bit but she seems to not understand Henry's feelings untill they accidentally remain locked in the sleeping room (angst and smut id say)
2) jamie as a vampire x female reader!!!
Ok so think of twilight but instead of Edward there's jamie who would do anything to have yn for himself
HELLO QUEEN! I'M SO HAPPY YOU REQUESTED! I had so much fun writing this. I'll write the second request a little later and upload it to AO3!
Folie a deux - 001! Henry Creel x Fem!reader PART ONE
CW: A pinch of angst, eventual smut. Fingering, penetration, slight description of blood, nosebleed from reader, language.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Tick - tock.
Dr. Brenner sat intently at his desk, with glasses perched subtly on the bridge of his nose. His hand jotted down the new data he received from the newest experiment he ran this week from the children.
You sat quietly at the small desk he had moved into his office for you once you took the position as his new working assistant at Hawkins Lab. You were sorting through old files, searching for data on the specific topic Brenner had asked you to find.
Once you closed the last manilla folder with black scribbes on the tab labeled 'SECRET', you tossed it along with the other discarded folders on the floor to your right side. You spun the old chair around fully, facing the office shelf with countless other folders and data.
With a raise of your left hand and the patterned flickering of the office lights, the folders began to move from their dusty spots on the shelf. Dr. Brenner paused briefly to watch what you were doing in utter fascation. He knew you had powers, too, except you were born with your powers.
"You're remarkable. I haven't seen such control since 001." Dr. Brenner complients whilst his steel eyes watch the way your powers work.
The rest of the folders, now suspended in the air, effortlessly glided toward where you stood, waiting. You carefully took them from the air and sat them on the desk. You felt the familiar warm, sticky sensation of blood weeping from your nose after using your telekinesis.
The door to Brenner's office swung open as a tall figure walked in. You were too consumed with getting blood on your white uniform. A warm, gentle, calm hand held out a tissue to you. Once your eyes met, you recognized the familiar ocean blue of Henry's eyes.
"You overdid it again." Henry commented flatly, pulling the chair back out for you. "Sit down. The last thing we need is you passing out on us." Henry said in exasperation. Him and Brenner both knew how hard you always pushed yourself with your abilities and for no good reason.
Once you took a seat in the chair, the light from the florescent bulbs overhead caught all your features just right. Henry tucked his hands in his pockets. They were tense, wanting nothing more than to just reach out and run his fingers through your hair right then and there. But, he resisted, even if it did cause him deep ache.
"Thank you, Peter." Your voice sounded all too rehearsed. Henry cringed mentally. But, he retained his perfect posture and gave you a slight nod. You hoped that Dr. Brenner would catch on to the fact that you only call Henry by his alias to keep Brenner in the dark at how close the two of you had become recently.
Dr. Brenner took a second to look back and forth between the two of you, slightly suspicious before he let it go all together. "Right. Moving forward then." Brenner spoke, raising from his chair.
Henry tuned into what Brenner had to say. The both of you could tell whatever the reason was, it was going to be vital. You leaned forward in your chair, watching Dr. Brenner closely.
Dr. Brenner comes to stand in front of his desk. He leans back, bracing himself comfortably with his hands behind him on the cold wood.
"Dr. Owens and I have been in communication. And he ran an idea by me that I'd like to run by you two." Brenner paused. Henry stiffened, and you hunkered down into the chair further.
"We want to clear out the abandoned section C of the lab." Brenner says with a touch of pride. "I want to make a wing dedicated just to the sensory deprivation tank. And the two of you will be doing the clearing." Brenner said as a matter of fact.
Henry went silent. He went stoic. You couldn't possibly tell what he was thinking or feeling now. You turned your attention back to Dr. Brenner.
"But, sir." You paused and took a breath before speaking. "It would take Peter and I a while if we do it all on our own." You argued calmly. Frankly, you didn't feel like being the one to clear out the abandoned wing. And you also didn't want Henry to either.
Dr. Brenner shook his head. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, almost mockingly.
"No, incorrect answer. When I ask members of my staff to do something, they are expected to do it without question." Brenner retorted sharply, his patience wearing thin.
You and Henry both cut your losses and dialed into what Brenner was demanding. You sat up straight in your chair and Henry shifted his weight to his right foot.
"And I chose the both of you for a very specific reason." Brenner continued, stepping back around to his chair. He took a seat, still watching both of you. His hands came out in a gentle expression.
Reason? What reason would you and Henry have to be clearing out a destroyed wing to the lab? And for the same test Brenner has been initiating for how long? You felt anxiety deep in your gut as Brenner only pressed on.
"Just get it done." Brenner sighed. Henry patted your shoulder, and you stood up. "Yes, sir." Henry obeyed on command. His body language switched to raw obedience.
"Yes. We'll see to it, sir." You spoke in confirmation. Brenner gave you a crooked grin, one that you didn't particularly enjoy, but you forced a polite smile anyway.
"That's what I like to hear. Now, get going." Brenner shooed the two of you out of his office. "I expect a full progress report by the end of the day." With that, the heavy door to his office closed with a click.
You both gazed at each other temporarily after getting kicked out so swiftly. Henry released a long sigh.
"He's a grumpy old bastard today." He said in a half serious, half joking tone. You laughed at how Henry had said it. The two of you began to walk toward section C of the lab. "You nailed that one on head, Henry." You doted with a goofy grin.
Henry caught just a glimpse of your grin, and it brought a familiar heat creeping up his neck to his cheeks. He played it off completely, speaking in his usual soothing, monotone voice.
"You're so easily entertained. It's rather risible all on its own." He said lowly. But, god, did he love every second of it. The way your pleasant, upbeat laughter drowned washed over him like soft, summer rain. He'd heard it in his dreams, quiet times, while he ate.
The man was irrevocably in love with you. But, you failed at every turn to see the truth. Not purposely, you had secretly been thinking about him too. You just couldn't fully fathom that he could fancy somebody like you.
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Flashback, Hawkins Lab, nine months ago
Your first day at your new job as Dr. Martin Brenner's assistant so far had been an absolute disaster. Nobody spoke to others unless they were spoken too. Your hair was a wreck from the long drive here, and you chose to wear uncomfortable shoes despite being told to wear something comfortable.
Once you reached the staff only room in the lab, you released a deep, exhausted sigh and took a seat at the table in the middle of the room. The snack you brought had been confiscated at the door upon your arrival.
"So long, delicious sourdough." You mumbled to your with bitterness sharp on your tongue. While sulking, you heard a hushed, amused chuckle come from somewhere in front of you.
You snapped your eyes up, and there stood another orderly you hadn't met yet. He was tall, blonde, blue eyed. Very handsome to say the least. You felt your face get warm as the man continued to stare at you.
"Is something funny?" You questioned in mock offense. You looked down at the badge clipped to his hip.
'Peter Ballard'
"Not quite." He said lowly, taking a step just to stop by you. "You'll get used to this part after a while. The food down here is nothing like what it is topside."
Your wandering eyes caught his again after a moment. God, he was actually the most breathtaking man you'd ever seen. And he'd been topside once?
Slowly and carefully, he extended his right hand toward you. You took his and shook in a friendly manner.
"Peter Ballard." He smiled brightly at you, like he was drinking all of you in. You told him your name and your job title here. Peter sat down across from you and listened carefully to everything you had to say while his eyes practically twinkled from how gorgeous you are.
End flashback
Gradually, as time went on, you found yourself trapped in Henry's gentle aura. He'd cracked one night when the two of you met up after hours to socialize with each other more when he told you his real name.
Henry sat across from you, his back against the concrete wall in the boiler room. You sat opposite of him, with your back against the wall too. You kept your fingers steepled together, fidgeting with them every so often.
"Henry Creel?" You said it more as a question rather than known fact. Henry sighed, and crossed his ankles.
"That's correct. My real identity is Henry Creel, or 001. Dr. Brenner implanted a small device called soteria in my neck to suppress my abilities." He slowly raised the sleeve to his left wrist. You darted over the black tattooed '001' on his wrist. Not really thinking, you gently grabbed his wrist and brought it closer to get a better look.
"So. You are the very first subject." You mumbled in disbelief. Henry let his arm fall back into place comfortably after you set it back down.
"Correct. My blood is in every test subject here. Dr. Brenner wants them to possess the powers I have. He wants carbon copies." Henry said flatly, as if he were unimpressed.
You studied his reaction to his own admission carefully. You were itching to tell him about your abilities now. You were debating it, though. He had powers like you, so at least he wouldn't judge you or call you weird.
"Henry... I should probably show you something." You told him outright.
His gaze flickered back to you the moment he heard how small you sounded. His expression shifted to focused. He leant forward just a ways.
"You can tell me anything." Henry encouraged in a sickly sweet tone. Henry felt his heart ready to beat completely out of his chest when he saw how close the two of you were.
'Should I tell her now? No! Listen to what she has to say first. Make her feel seen, not used.'
"I also have psychokinetic powers." For the first time, you admitted the truth outloud to someone that wasn't your family. Henry's eyes went as wide as saucers once the words gracefully slipped from your lips.
"You- what?" Henry questioned before his own thoughts could register. It made you laugh heartly at the expression on his face.
"You heard me. I'm a telekinetic. Like you." You reiterated.
Henry had so many questions. Had you been a previous patient here? No. Not likely. You looked about his age. He would have definitely seen you around. After taking a moment to collect himself, his mouth finally opened to speak.
"Were you born with it? Or... is it something artificial?" He asked innocently.
"No. I was definitely born with it." You told him, stretching your arms over your head. "I always remember being able to do it, on command when I wanted. So, when Brenner offered me a job here, I took it. I'm hoping I'll get useful ways to deal with it and train it properly."
Henry, still in his state of shock, grazed your body with his eyes up and down. He really shouldn't be doing this right now, but he couldn't help himself. The more he learned about you, the deeper he fell for you.
"Maybe we can help each other then." Henry said quietly. He was now almost bashful. You raised one eyebrow at him.
"Yeah? And how is that?"
He turned his head to the side. His fingers came up to a spot on his neck. "Let me show you."
His fingers gave the edge of the small device in his neck. It protruded underneath his skin as he moved it a couple of times, being sure you saw it.
"Oh god." You craned. "I can see that. What is it?"
Henry stopped feeling the object under his skin. He leaned in closely to you, as if he was feeling vulnerable and didn't want someone to overhear.
"It's called a soteria. Dr. Brenner inserted it into me to suppress my abilities." Henry smiled sadly at the thought. He shook his head, then continued.
"I can not recall the last time I was able to use my abilities." He looked you over again in now a new light.
"Others have telekinesis due to my blood altering their DNA. But you... you were just born with it." He said with longing and amazement in his tone.
"Help me get this soteria out of my neck, and I can show you what real freedom feels like." It came out completely calm. His hand grabbed your arm softly, those ocean blues of his peering intensely into yours.
The more you stared into those beautiful eyes, the more you started to steer from all rational thought. You placed a warm hand over his in a gentle, caring way.
Dating in secret at Hawkins Lab - Henry Creel/001 x orderly!GN!reader headcannon
●Henry is the type of person who needs to be close to you at all hours of the day. More definitely, as your relationship went steady. The days when you and him would happen to get put on the same shift, he'd be completely elated, but he knew he had to keep a calm face so Brenner wouldn't suspect anything. Henry would stand next to you, more than necessary. He wouldn't hover, breathe down your neck, or make you uncomfortable. (At least that wasn't his goal), he'd stand close as a way to tell you how much he adores you. Silently, or not silent.
●Nothing felt more intimate to Henry than routine. Every day, he was always the first one to get breakfast in the main dining room. He always beat you down here. He'd take his usual seat and wait. There would already be a spot cleared for you even before you arrived. Once you came to join you, his heart would race. He'd hand you your favorite breakfast item he had specifically saved for you. He'd remind you in a low tone how beautiful you looked today.
●Henry is not one for flirting. He never really understood it or wanted to understand it either. It seemed so impractical. The first time you'd met him, you tried to just causally flirt or to drop a subtle hint. He 100% knew what it was, but he was honestly just so humiliated from lacking in this department because he was never really shown this. But, his own way of showing interest is attention. Unraveled, intense, unsettling attention. He knows every single time when you're uncomfortable, hungry, sad, or tired.
●Henry doesn't always tell you, "I love you." But he always made damn sure you felt it. From time to time, you'd find brown recluses burrowed comfortably in the corner of your room. Strangely enough, you could feel Henry's presence all around you even if you were completely alone, getting ready for bed. Then, some nights, you'd meet him in a closed down and restricted area of the lab where the cameras were just out of reach for intimate settings
●Henry would see you interact with the children of the lab, and a part of him would falter immediately. It came to you so naturally, either helping a child fix a toy or encourage them through tests and challenges. You were that thing that Henry wanted to protect with everything he had. Even if that meant dying for you. He would.
●There were close calls where another staff member or Brenner nearly caught the two of you being a little bit more than friendly and professional. If one of the children had caused confrontation between anothet child or a member of the staff, Henry would come up behind you and place a hand right at the curve of your back, knowing nobody would catch it due to the situation in front of them.
Bring You Down Slow - Mr. Whatsit!Henry Creel x fem!reader
CW: Cockwarming, praise, penetration, edging, and if you squint hard enough, breath play.
DESCRIPTION: As newlyweds, you and Henry just aren't capable or keeping hands to yourselves.
Henry's journal now sat discarded in front of him on his desk in his study. The journal lay open, the words on the page half written now. They were important a moment ago, but now, not so much.
His slender fingers held you tightly in place on his lap. The rolling chair under you both made a groan each time Henry shifted.
You had promised him that you'd be still. To just hold back and feel him bury himself as deep as his thick, veiny cock would go.
He had you facing away from him on his lap. Your back to his chest, his forehead slick with a thin sheen of sweat. Every breath he drew was quickened, jaw taut and abdomen rigid from deep satisfaction.
Leaning forward, his fingers curled under your knees. He pulled them up, bringing your feet to rest beside his thighs on the chair.
"Up you go."
The angle allowed him to shift in deeper. The stretch alone felt so achingly good. Henry rasped out a low guttural sound once he settled inside of you.
"Oh. That's it." A dark chuckle from satisfaction rose from his lungs.
His cock twitched deliciously. Right against that delicious spot deep inside. He almost couldn't handle the way your slick coated him and the apex of his thighs.
"You just couldn't wait, could you?" His tone was gravelly, conspiratorial almost.
If only you could bring yourself to answer through the intense convulsion of your slick heat.
All rational thoughts had absconded from every nerve ending in your body. Fire, ether. Thickness that rippled in you, widely with every devastating inch.
"Every single tremor..." Henry exhaled out. "I can feel every. single. inch. of how badly you want to move, love." His rugged hand comes to wrap around the base of your throat.
Not enough to hurt, not enough to cut off the cool air from your precious lungs. Just enough pressure to remind you of who owned this. Your pleasure, your soul. Everything was his.
"But you aren't going to move, are you?" Henry asked lowly.
Your lips parted. A desperate gasp for air came out more as a choke. Fitting, considering how dizzy he was making you feel. And he wasn't even choking you.
"You feel so..." You mustered out, barely.
"So what, love?" His tone was downright teasing. Almost taunting in a way of sorts.
"Tell me exactly what it feels. Or I'll leave you like this all night."
"Ineffable. So thick. So overwhelming."
The low timbre of his dark sigh of amusement made your thighs quake, your soaking cunt quiver. A low chuckle escapes him once your skin starts to feel hot against his.
His fingers drug softly across your lower abdomen, deliberately. Your hips raised on instinct at the feeling of his cool fingers, half of him slipped out.
"Ah ah." Henry taunted. He punctuated it by bringing you back down roughly on his cock. You gasped once he was all the way back in.
It twitched. And every time it did, it inched you closer and closer to desperate release. You needed it. You craved it. You could practically taste it.
His left hand came to pull the hair covering your ear away and off to the side. He brought his lips right to your lobe, and just barely grazed his teeth along it.
"You're going to work for it." He commanded. He made you look at him by gently pulling your head back by your hair.
Your eyes were met with his enthralling ocean blues. Unkempt hair plastered to his forehead due to the heat in the stuff study.
The way he said it brought you so close to the edge. Henry felt your insides clamp down around his throbbing cock.
He chortled in triumph. He relished in how close you were, and he didn't even more an inch. And he wanted to see how far he could push you.
"Hold it." A command you dare not disobey.
Your body arched beautifully. The broken whimper of your burning ache, the final and last convulsion around him, pleased him in all ways. He made you look at him one last time.
"You're so perfect like this."
He held you tightly down on his cock once you finally reached intense euphoria.
CW: Early morning sex, sub!Henry, praise, penetration, cum play, unprotected sex.
DESCRIPTION: You and Henry take the weekend to unwind in plentiful ways.
The immaculate, monstrous blue victorian mansion sat in a comfortable silence early this frigid Saturday morning. Henry's shoes and coat rested by the door, untouched and forgotten.
The curtains in your shared bedroom were pulled back just far enough to let a small flicker of darker gold bathe the room in dim light.
The window was covered in a thin, feathery layer of frost, while delicate snow flurries fell from the sky in unorganized patterns to the frozen ground below.
The two of you, newlyweds who just fell into a comfortable rhythm of this brand new life together, were wrapped up in bed together. The days Henry had off from work were always ones you cherished.
Henry was pressed up against you, holding you tightly and securely against his chest. With the busy life you two led now, it was difficult to find moments like these where the two of you could sleep in and relish in the warmth of your shared body heat.
It was completely peaceful and delicate in its own way, simplistic. The two of you slept soundly. And nothing was going to stop that.
BRRRING!
The sudden sharp, insistent metallic sound of the alarm clock pulled you from your relaxing slumber. You reached over and slammed your hand down on the snooze button with a low groan.
You felt Henry tense behind you. You closed your eyes again and rolled over to cuddle him from the front.
"Jesus Christ. I must have forgotten to turn it off for the weekend." Henry spoke in a gravelly tone, wrapping his arm around you.
He brought you right against his warm body and cradled the back of your head right into his neck. He released a breath, and it spread across your skin delicately.
"Morning." Henry spoke reluctantly. He didn't want to be awake, but there was no going back to sleep for him now.
You curled into him and hid your face. You just shook your head, not wanting to wake up either just yet.
"Shush. Just go back to bed." You brought a finger to his lips and pressed it there. Henry chuckled, brushing some of your stray hair back from your face.
"Sorry, love. But if I can't go back to sleep, neither can you." He stifled a chuckle once you released a soft whine.
"God. Do you ever shut up?" You remarked in a snarky tone. Though, it had no initial bite or harm in the words.
Henry, in turn, gave you a slight squeeze as he laughed softly against your wild hair. His blue eyes caught yours once you finally brought your head up from his chest.
"There she is. My feisty, firey wife." Henry remarked proudly as he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.
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His shirt hit the floor first with a quiet, lightweight thud as you tossed it carelessly aside. Henry's tongue slid across your bottom lip, and you reciprocated by parting your lips for him.
Your tongues fought for dominance. His cool hands slid their way up your nightgown to the warm flesh underneath. His tongue was ultimately victorious once you'd given in.
He explored every inch of your mouth with his tongue. You pushed him back down onto the warm bed and climbed on top of him in a fraction of time.
He muttered something incoherent once his back connected with the sheeted mattress. Your fingers came to drag down his hard chest, down to the waistline of his pajama pants.
You broke the kiss and peppered the delicate flesh of his neck with wet, open mouth kisses. Each kiss you gave earned you an illicit reaction from Henry.
It was just a simple whimper. You shouldn't be this hot and bothered by Henry whimpering, but it added a whole new hot layer once he did it.
Henry was not desperate or needy during sex. He has always been the giver, the one to relish in how quickly or how efficiently he could make you come for him.
But you were well aware of the direct effect you were currently having on him. And it only encouraged you further to press on.
"Love..." Henry released a sharp breath.
"I need it. God, I need to feel you right now. Please." He looked into your eyes like a needy puppy. His fingers applied more pressure to your hips.
He was coaxing your hips to move so you could give him just enough friction to feel something. Henry leaned up and caught one of your sensitive nipples between his plump lips.
His eyes fluttered back open to make sure you were watching him as he did this part. His tongue flattened out on it, he brought the tip of his tongue to tease it at first.
The gasp that fell from your lips was like salvation.
"Look how perfect you look. God, you're so perfect for me..." he muttered.
You pulled your hard nipple from his wet mouth and stood up briefly. You stripped him first, then yourself. He let out a satisfied growl as you climbed back on him.
You wasted no time either. You grabbed the base of his hard cock and held it straight. You guided his leaking tip to your wet cunt, and sunk down fully.
You both moaned in unison once you completely swallowed him in deep to your velvety walls.
"Fuck." He said lowly, keeping his eyes shut until you began to move.
"Oh god." Henry strained once you started in a decently fast pace. His fingers dug deeper into your hips.
His head fell back against the satin white pillow as you braced on his shoulders and switched positions to go in deeper than before.
Henry choked out a sound between his whimpers and pleasurable sobs while you continued to ride him.
"That's it, love." He rasped out. Henry looked you directly in the eyes.
"Don't stop." He pleaded first. "Please don't stop riding me, just like this." He released a loud pant. His hips arched to meet yours in a beautiful cadence.
"Henry... how good am I making you feel?" You questioned him.
"So fucking good, Love." His eyes were blown at the pupil. The vein in his forhead was protruding. He was about to come.
You speed up, not relenting for him once.
"Yeah? Are you that close already, Henry?" You asked in a sultry tone.
Henry was teetering on the edge of escatsy while you continued to give him your all.
"You're going to make me come quickly like this." Henry warned you, looking into your eyes. You shrugged.
"No, no, no coming inside of me." You switched to ride him roughly, just enough to make him explode.
"I'm going to pull off before you come." You told him. He nodded, and let his head fall back.
"Such a good girl for me. So perfect..."
After a few more minutes, Henry's eyes went wide just for a moment once he felt you clench around him like that. You came for him very quickly.
"Fuck! Fuck yes, I'm going to come." He let out a breath. He grabbed your hips, and completely pulled you off himself. His hot, thick cum splattered against his stomach once he finally came with a loud whimper.
Once you had completely dismounted him, your eyes darted to the thick ropes of cum on his stomach. Keeping eye contact, you leaned down began to clean him up.
Henry gasped and fisted a hand in your hair. His mouth parted while he watched as you completely cleaned him up with just your tongue.
Needless to say, afterward, neither of you two came out for a while after that.
Mr. Whatsit/Henry Creel Domestic Life Headcannons - SFW/NSFW - GN reader
●Henry is an early riser. He is always the first one out of bed in the morning out of the both of you. After waking up, the smell of a robust blend of freshly brewed coffee would be so thick that you could practically taste it. He'd be sitting at the kitchen table, reading this morning's newspaper with a steaming mug of black coffee. No cream, no milk, no sugar. Plain black. He'd be half dressed, hair still messy, all put together with a 5 o'clock shadow.
●His hands are ALWAYS cold. Day or night, relaxed or in motion, his hands would constantly stay cold. And he would always make it a point to touch any exposed skin he could when your guard was completely down. You'd be cleaning up after dinner, the sleeves to your shirt rolled up and wrist deep in dishwater. Suddenly, you'd feel the familiar cold hands under your shirt right on your bare skin. He'd chuckle at your gasp. "You're so warm, love."
●Henry would love to take you out for a night on the town every chance he got. He wasn't one for attention from strangers, but there was an immense feeling of pride and cockiness when he had you, the absolute love of his life wrapped around his right arm while the two of you passed others around you on the sidewalk. He held his head high with deep pride, he never cared what others thought about the two of you either.
●Henry knows how to waltz and very well, too. One evening, after he came home early from work while in his study, Henry was flipping through records to put on for just sound in the background. When his fingers skimmed across the Etta James album he had tucked all the way in the back, a grin would paint his features. After he'd put it in the gramophone, he'd call you down to dance with him for a spell.
●Henry absolutely loves and craves sleepy morning sex. He already had to fall asleep spooning you, so in the morning, when your ass would be pushed up right against his morning wood, he'd bite his lip and slowly, sensually, let his long fingers glide from your exposed midriff to the back of your knee. His lips would be right behind your ear, already taking in shallow breaths with each grind of his hips.
●Henry loved making you climax more than once. Rather it be with his mouth, his fingers, or his cock. His favorite in particular would be how your body would curl and tense up right before you hit climax. He loved watching you fall apart right under him, all because of him.
●Henry definitely is the one to talk you through it. He'd have to keep his chilly hands glued right to the arch of your back. Nothing could possibly make him unravel faster. You, desperately crying his name with each deep, raw thrust. He'd continue to fuck you through it, just so he could watch how your body convulsed with intense waves of overstimulation.
●Henry is very insistent and religious when it comes to aftercare. He's giving the whole nine yards. A warm blanket, water, holding you close, speaking low and faint to bring you back down to earth with him. He'd even fluff your pillows to make you all the more comfortable. Henry was always willing to go above and beyond the extra mile to keep you safe and cared for.
●Henry is the type to lower his voice, just for you. All others would get his cold, sharp tone while there was a warm way about it when Henry said your name. Or he'd find himself doing the simplest of tasks with you, occupying every inch of his brain. When he returns to his living quarters at curfew, the spider nestled in the corner of his room has become his newest friend. He'd get ready for bed and explain to the spider how your hair fell today, how your eyes sparkled under the florescent light in the rainbow room.
●Henry is protective and loyal. In his own way, though he may not show love in a traditional sense, once he is enthralled, he becomes their silent guardian. Henry is very proficient with reading body language, so when he sees your muscles tensing or just that slight drop in your face as you conversate with a different orderly that makes you uncomfortable, he stays standing up right with his perfect posture. Lights begin to flicker, and shadows cross the room. The orderly giving you trouble, suddenly his whole mood shifts. It's a silent yet comforting way for him to say, "You are safe with me."
●At first, love, romance, and affection are a foreign concept to Henry. He was a child when he entered Hawkins lab. He was never coddled or taught about proper emotion (or expression). To Brenner, Henry was a test subject in the end, just like with the other children. Henry likes to read a lot in his past time, and he learned romance in his own way. He's read Shakespeare, and I think he'd use Romeo and Juliet as his blueprint lowkey. It isn't ideal, but Henry really does care for you in the way he knows how. Eventually, he'll start to crave the affection you give.
●When Henry gets jealous, he goes dead silent. He stays close to a wall and just observes. His brow would be furrowed with antipathy at the very sight of another orderly or staff flirting with you. He would also really tune into whatever the person was saying to you. He'd immediately start thinking of ways to top this person, even while he knows they don't stand a chance. If it can be done, Henry can do it better. He WILL do it better.
●Henry is usually perfectly calm and collected. But, once that laden anger finally erupts, everybody stands back. He's tense like a spring coiled too tightly. He can be downright brute and vengeful to anyone who crosses his path (innocent and guilty). Brenner would have a quick solution, let Henry have it a couple of times with the stun gun until he's unconscious. But the only person who could physically get him to stop and reason would be you. You'd place a gentle hand on his shoulder from behind and spoke to him in a calm tone. Then, it's like a storm inside if him had been stilled.
●If Henry wasn't around you (which is a very rare occurrence), you're never truly alone. It could be a suble flicker of the lights or a feeling deep down to your very core. Henry always left a piece of himself emotionally with you. He always watches from the shadows. Not to be creepy, just to protect the one good thing in his lofe. Just as a way to reassure you that he'll always walk beside you through hell or high water.
●Henry believed the world was cruel, destroyed, and not worth saving. He'd scowl at the way society wanted him to be. White picket fence, 9-5 at a dead end job, a wife, a couple of kids. He didn't want that (though with you, he'd consider it). At the same time, in the calmest hour of the night, he'd look down at you curled up in his bed and wonder how something so marvelous and laudable like you could come from this broken world. "Hm. If you can flourish regardless, then maybe it's worthy of a second chance..."
●Once Henry settled in and got comfortable with you, he'd willingly (after a good amount of convincing him) share his powers with you. It'd be surprisingly intimate, ultimately trusting. He'd show you a vision and let you feel what he feels. It felt like you were being hugged by a blanket freshly dried in the dyer. He'd have the biggest smile plastered on his face when he saw how you embraced it.
DESCRIPTION: As the newest orderly in the Hawkins lab, you're specifically told to keep all interactions with other orderlies to a minimum. Can you follow your given orders?
Hawkins lab, 1978.
The laminated badge clipped to the waist of your plush, white uniform thudded gently against your hip as you sauntered to the metal double doors of the rainbow room at the end of the hall.
The sterile halls felt frigid this morning. The rough white fabric of the orderly uniform did little to aid the involuntary shiver that crept down the base of your spine.
The walls were completely bare. Black and white, no clocks, no windows. Just tempered, chilly cermanic that made the hairs on your body stand while your fingers drug the wall on the way.
You counted each bland, white door with black numbers as you passed, reading each one. Men in security uniforms gave a sharp eye to you as you passed by. But they didn't bother trying to read what name your badge displayed.
'Minimum contact with other orderlies. We have a job to do here, no time for play. Only success.'
Dr. Brenner's words practically played on a constant loop deep in your mind since the moment you were briefed in his office before your first day in the lab.
Once you reached the double doors to the rainbow room, you gave a brief pause before reaching for the handles of the doors. You felt your heart racing, pulse quickening. You took a deep breath in, then released.
The metal of the handles felt cold under your palms while you quickly tugged the doors open. Taking a step in, the sounds of the children playing found its way to your eardrums.
Color had greeted you, and the subtle painted rainbow on the hard floor occupied the younger ones' minds while they pushed wooden toy cars along it's meticulous red arch.
The children, all of them donned in their white gowns, shaved heads, and sock clad feet spread out in different parts of the room. Some played with the toys around the room, while others sat in cliques on the floors, and the benches inside.
You moved to an empty corner of the room and took your spot. You faced the children, neatly tucking your arms behind your back. You remained stoic, blank, just as Brenner wanted.
Orderlies were expected to blend in, just like another piece of untouched furniture. There was a discordance in your attentive eyes as you observed quietly from your corner.
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Dr. Brenner stood in the middle of the room, and the children were complilantly lined up in two rows on either side of him. He spoke confidentially, explaining what test they were going to take today.
You were focused in for the most part for what Dr. Brenner had to say, but just across from you, you felt a pair of eyes observing you. Flicking your eyes up momentarily, you finally caught the gaze of the silent stranger watching you closely.
He was clean shaven, adam's apple prominet. He stood tall, tonely built. His heels were tucked neatly together. Perfect posture, strong stance. His golden tuffs, styled aptly, seemed to fall effortlessly on top of his head.
His eyes were the most resplent color of steel blue you'd ever taken in. Vibrant, polished, intense. The kind that could stare deep into the windows of your soul.
"Excuse me." Dr. Brenner's voice suddenly cut through your subconscious. You felt like you were reeled back into reality. "I was speaking to you, orderly." Brenner's voice had a touch of irritation, but he was overall calm.
"Pardon? Oh, shi-, I apologize, Doctor." The words fell from your mouth. You shifted to stand straight up and erase the pleased look on your face. Brenner, now very irriated, gave you a once over, then went back to continue his directions with the children.
Your eyes darted one last time across the side of the room. This time, you caught the exact moment he snuck another quick glance at you. Suddenly, orders didn't feel like they mattered much anymore.
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Henry's eyes grew to the size of saucers when those filthy words left your red, almost swollen lips from where the two of you had been making out.
He had you in a forgotten section in Hawkins Lab, up and perched gainly on a desk in the middle of the room. Dr. Brenner had deemed this section useless in the late 60s shortly after construction on the building was completed.
"Want you to spit in my mouth." You choked on the plea as it crawled from your dry throat. Henry's hand stilled in you, as your request fully registered in his spinning head.
"You want me to spit into your mouth?" He repeated back, trying to make sure what he just heard was actually you.
"Please." You came to sat up more, desperately needing to forget how your cunt quivered once he stopped. It was tremor after tremor hit you when you felt his fingers resume the pace he had previously set deep in you.
Henry took in a breath and came to hover overtop of you. Those desperate blown eyes couldn't pry to look away from you. He was too turned on from every sound you made.
"Then open wide, love." Henry said in a calm, controlled voice. Your jaw made a soft cracking sound when you opened up, wide at that, for him.
He watched with rapt attention, memorizing every little detail of your face once Henry let a weak string of his saliva cascade into your warm mouth. Once it landed on your tongue, his jaw dropped.
"Now, swallow it for me." It wasn't said as a command, more of a pleading kind of way. You swallowed his spit with deep greed. His mouth dropped even more. You could feel his intense eye contact. You knew it's exactly what he wanted.
Henry pulled his fingers out all together after that. He stood straight up, and discarded his white pants.
"Such a good girl for me..." his fingers gave your cheek a light stroke. A small, warm smile radiated off him. This was short-lived, as once he made eye contact with the soft wetness that painted on the insides of your thighs, it made him want to claim every inch of you right there.
"You were so filthy for me. Did you enjoy being filthy for me?" He pulled you closer to the edge of the desk and came to rest between your legs.
His thick, pink-tipped veiny cock swept a single stroke through your soaked cunt, spreading around your creamy wetness up to your aching clit.
The answer to his question was completely lost once he took the libery of pushing about halfway into you, then pulling back out a few times while he kept his gaze focused on you.
"I need to tell me you want it." Henry spit out, so overrun with raw need. "Good girls use their words to say what they want." He said courtly, proper.
"I want it, Henry." You sobbed, fisting his hair as if your life depended on it. "I need it. I need it so fucking bad, Henry." You were shaking. And felt completely dominated by him.
He brought a finger to your lips, and his lashes fluttered as he quietly shushed you. Henry thrust forward into you. He was deep in focus over the way you felt.
He released a low groan at the wetness around his cock. He felt like he had simply passed and went to the afterlife.
You felt the heavy weight of his harsh grip on your hips, holding you in place, not giving you the chance to rush. His eyes gave a quick glance where he was buried deep and released a quaint moan at the overwhelming sight.
He was already deep. The stretch felt overwhelming, like you were being suffocated in a delicious way. He brought your arms around his neck. He leaned down and gave you a ravishing kiss while he gave you a moment to adjust.
"F-Fuck..." his jaw went slack. His eyes closed. "You feel absolutely divine, around me, love." It came out as a sharp breath from behind his teeth.
You curled one leg around his right side, and your fingers locked slightly in his blonde locks. Your hips involuntarily lurching forward to feel some sort of friction against his hold.
Henry could no longer wait. He had finally snapped. He pulled back and pushed back in while he tried to control his breathing. You released a soft whimper in response. Henry shivered.
"Since you asked so nicely..." he mumbled incoherently, giving you a subtle snap of his hips forward, driving in like he mended with you.
"Fuck." He bit his lip, settling where he just wanted to. The warmth your bodied produced was enough to nearly kill you both.
Henry set a slow pace at first, just dragging himself torturously just to see how far he could push you. Your whine was susurrus, joining in the air around you two as it escaped.
"Henry... please." Your hips snapped to meet his. Henry choked back a moan and held your hips tighter against the desk.
He gave you wanted you wanted. You had been good for him this far, and he couldn't bear to see you without. So, he increased the rate of his thrusting.
Your eyes fluttered close to savor the feeling.
Each stroke was deep and fast. His hair bounced with each thrust he gave. A thin line of sweat formed on his brow from the sheet amount of force he was giving it to you.
"God." You managed to croak out, your fingers gripped at the sides of the cool wood. You could hear the legs of the desk scraping the floor while Henry continued, relentlessly.
"This feels so good, Henry. Don't stop..."
Henry made you feel him in every crevice of yourself. It was ineffable. You could probably never find the words to describe how close you already were.
Your eyes forced themselves open. Henry was already making pretty intense eye contact with you. His soft pink lips were parted. Like a Renaissance painting was staring down at you as he rocked your very being.
He inched you, closer and closer until you felt a rapid, intense release just teetering in the pit of your stomach. Henry knew, of course he knew.
"So close for me, aren't you love?" He spoke in a gravelly tone that made every hair stand up on the back of your neck.
Henry pulled himself back so he could get the best view of you he could behold.
"Five." His pupils dialed, breath catching.
"Four..." You felt his cock twitching buried deep in you. He was there with you, but he wouldn't dare cum until you did.
"Three." Henry punctuated the word with a particularly deep thrust.
"Two..." his rich voice drawled it out. His eyes never left yours. He wanted to watch you struggle to hold back until his count.
His rough thumb found your clit, and circled it roughly. Your cunt clamped down around him like a vice grip.
"One." He spoke triumphantly. "Come on me, love. Let me feel it."
"Fuck! Henry!" You cried, digging your nails into his shoulder blades.
White hot pleasure filled every one of your senses as that frail knot unraveled deep in you. Henry breathed out the strained breath he had held back.
The first convulsion of your wet, velvety walls pushed Henry completely over the edge. His body contorted around you. He quickly pulled out and painted your lower stomach with his thick, hot ropes of white release.
Henry pulled you close after. He brought his arms around you to hold you tightly against him. You two were still breathing unevenly while you curled into him.
"You were absolutely incredible." Henry revertly spoke, his fingers gliding through your hair.
"And we both just violated protocol." You remarked, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
Henry let out a low chuckle, and brought you even closer.
