VHS Log : One moment you're watching the ending of stranger things s5 ep4 and the next you're standing in the middle of a long super white hallway with a mop along with all the cleaning materials in the world. Where the heck did you go?
"So you're— saying you are bored" his eyes bore into you with a solemn look.
You flitted your lashes to your book following your lover who held a hunched posture as he craned an old book onto his slim slender hands.
"I'm not saying that— nor did I ever say that. It's just that I want us to spend time again" you sulked at your lover, flipping a page onto the book you held that once belonged onto one of the shelves of the library.
"So you want us to go somewhere nice and have a date-" His interest on his book fading as he locked his gaze with yours. "-But out of all place why to your house?"
He chuckled a smile gracing and lightening his complexion.
"Weve been there a couple of times, wouldn't going somewhere like a resto or park be nice for a change? We could either walk or talk and even eat something nice? "
"Heh Well my mom— is again competing for her culinary classes. I swear it never ends! And dad is again abroad doing something god knows who-" You sulked in an depressing yet encouraging tone "-And you know— we could like do something fun! " You encouraged voice in full pitch and a smile plastered onto your face.
"Hmm well then I see" He replied as his eyes scanned the last remaining words on his book.
"Hng~"
A gasp was pulled out of you, the blonde above you snapping his hips crudely as he held you still.
"Is this what you're implying by fun?" The blonde peered his eyes above you heat rising onto his neck as he breathed heavily. He looked at your heaving frame, your back laid flat on your plush mattress and your face craned tucked into your pillow held and stabilized by one of your arms.
Henry didn't like that, he peered his eyes menacingly to you and your stupid pillow you held for dear life that was covering your face. He was tempted to use his psychic powers on you, but he knew better than to scare you to some unknown forces so he let you just have your way.
He waited for a reply, his dick snug balls deeply into your cunt. Though the only response he got was an out of breath moan.
You held onto the soft plush pillows beneath your head your hand sinking into it by how soft it was other than that it was doing a real good job by hiding your bashful face from your dear lover above you.
"I'm asking a question-" The blonde pulled away your juices mixing and sticking onto his shaft and to both of your bodies before falling down onto your pink plush bed ruining the newly spread bedsheet.
You almost thought you could draw your breath for a moment but before you could do so, Henry snapped his hips deep into you so hard it knocked the air out of you "-so I would expect an answer "
"Ha~ " You curled your toes, your legs shaking from overstimulation. Henry looked at you with no remorse, before snapping his hips again so hard you lost your posture. His sharp thrust made you feel so overwhelmed your whole body started to shiver and shake from his past teasing, your weak frail arms failing to support your pillow.
His firm grip onto your legs disappeared your weak numb arms sprawled onto your head side, he leaned into you his hands following trail to yours, his look devouring you so intently.
"Isn't this what you wanted sweetie—? So why are we acting like we aren't enjoying it? " he cooed to you his breath gazing past your ears making you shudder.
"I uh- "before you could respond you felt his hand grip your wrist tight onto your sides. "-Henry~ I-i do, I do love it!ꨄ"
You breathed out your eyes reflecting the ceiling lights making it look glassy, as if begging for more. Your eyes cooed at him and he looked at you with a disdainful look, the corners of his mouth pulling into a smirk.
"Hmm? So this was your plan all along huh?" He flexed his grip onto you tightening and the veins on his arms getting slightly more visible.
"Your plan was for me to stick my dick so bad into your aching cunt huh?" He dragged his teasing a pleasing smile framing his face.
"Again I'm asking a question" He emphasized sticking his shaft roughly into you in all the right places.
"Yesss! T-this is what I wanted all~ along! "
"Good girl-" He grunted as he took a swift glance to where you're both connected as he felt you tighten by the words you just spew"-And you know what good girls get? "
He asked breathless as he looked at you fiercely.
"A reward"
As he answered his own question his hips suddenly rutted into you with such immaculate need and speed. Your body bounced and ached your lover fulfilling your need thrivingly, his arms flexed pinning your wrist as well as using it to stabilize himself so he could thrust with an agonizing speed.
He leaned into you, you were a mess breathing heavily and your slender fingers clawing into his and resisting desperately. His lips came in contact with you, devouring you with need and passion.
Your lips mingled with need and fierce, taking your breath away from.
"Fh-Fuck" He cursed as he pulled away from the kiss, focusing on to bringing pleasure to you by pistoning his hips to you with never ending need. Your bedframe creaking and the wet sloshing sound becoming extremely noticeable, as well as the juices mixing onto you both.
"Are you close? I can feel it" He questioned you though he knew you wouldn't be able to form an answer with how dumbfounded and mesmerized you are by his dick repeatedly going in and out of you. Just from one sight he knew you almost saw stars by how good you felt.
"Nghh~ Henry I! " You moaned letting go of that knotting feeling within your stomach.
"Thats it darling" Henry dragged his dick in and out of you, as he fucked your high out.
"HAhhh~"
Your aching cunt pulsed at your orgasm, your lover now reaching his own high. He abandoned your wrist and followed to the back of your thigh pressing you further onto the mattress.
"Wai-t H—Henry i-" He didn't gave you a chance to end your sentence, obliterating it without thinking twice as he pounded into you with fervor.
"Haaa! Fucking Take It! " He grunted pushing you further into the bed and overstimulating your abused poor cunt. It wasn't long before he pounded you into oblivion as he chased his own high.
Not before long he gave you a breathy grunt and a hard thrust. Fucking his body liquid into your cunt.
"Hah- You did so well for me love" A grin plastered onto his relieved face after coming down on his high though on the other hand there you were vulnerably weak and fucked out in all terms.
"Now you see wasn't that fun? "
He spoke enthusiastically as if he hadn't just fucked you dumb.
Requests are closed, but feel free to talk to me in the askbox about anything you'd like!
ASOIAF
A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms
Thoughts about Lyonel Baratheon:
modern au!, siblings
Lyonel Baratheon's wife saga:
Mediations – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader
summary: There is no such thing in the world that would cool down Lyonel's spirit, but when intercession is needed and his lady wife has to put up a good word for him – well, then even the Laughing Storm can sense the seriousness. Who would have guessed that the spooked deer he married would turn not only into his true friend but also the closest advisor?
Name the riches – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader
summary: Lyonel plays a game of provocation to stir some audacity in his newlywed wife, but she is quick to catch up after realizing the position she holds. Lord Baratheon’s assurances that he is not a jealous man turn out to be dramatically untrue.
Mark of the Stags – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader
summary: Lady Baratheon wakes up next to her husband after a long, frantic night. The only unusual thing is the ache on her skin that happens not to be a bruise, neither Lyonel's worshiping touch. The marks on their bodies don’t seem to worry the Lord very much, though. He is, in fact, quite thrilled.
Faint memory, promising pathways – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader
summary: Lord Baratheon is too occupied with the presence of his darling wife to follow his companions. He claims to remember the way… Well, nature isn't so bad, after all, then why not spend the whole day away from the castle?
Harlots’ rank [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader
summary: Lord Baratheon has to face a fact hard to swallow – that his darling wife thinks of him as a disloyal dog...
Lady of Heartache [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader
summary: The only people afraid of Lord Baratheon were men, but how could you know that? You heard warnings about him and the duties of a wife too often to not let them get to you.
The Backbone and Gravity [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader
summary: Some proud stormlanders could argue that impassive and deliberate were not words to describe a storm. They existed to be rapid and to destroy, did they not? Lord Baratheon, though, knows that the loudest, most ruthless thunder comes only with his wife’s merciless stare..
The Stranger’s heiress [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x deity!reader
summary: During his travel to seal a new partnership, Lord Baratheon is met with a strange messenger sent to House Horpe. The veil and cowl fail to hide the lady’s true identity, and soon enough, Lyonel finds himself mesmerized by what others see as fearsome and cursed. Customs happen to mean very little for him, though, when there is a divine woman to save.
Fair Trading [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x Dornish!reader
summary: The fierceness of a storm and dornish habits don’t seem to match each other very well, but perhaps Lyonel Baratheon is not that much of a true abrupt stormlander. Or maybe it’s just that you, a princess of Dorne, can find it in your heart to accept such a stormlander as your man.
Blood makes noise [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x Bracken!reader
summary: Lyonel always said it is all about honor, protecting the good name of his house and kins. If he was truly honest, though – well, he would have to say he walked this earth for fun and the thrill of some risk. Oh, and impressing his lady wife all over again!
Knight's mercy [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x witch!reader
summary: Everyone would benefit from Lyonel keeping his new friendships to himself, but there was also no one who could stop him. Now after the worst experience of his life, ser Duncan has to bear the intrusive presence of Lord Baratheon and the – so called – witch, that he somehow convinced to stick around…
Culprits [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x witch!reader
summary: Just like any other dark time the plague brings the need to search for culprits. It also seems that the Baratheons’ subjects forgot what a true fury of their lord is.
Harbingers of sorrow – Baelor Targaryen x wife!reader
summary: Terrifying visions that surround your husband with blood and pain keep appearing in your sleep, and despite his assurance, you decide to ask for advice that turns out to be meaningless.
[Part 2 – Blood’s Devotion]
[Part 3 – Brother's Love] i'm struggling here okay
Humiliation – Baelor Targaryen x wife!reader
summary: Baelor Targaryen's wife losing her temper awakes some unexpected possessiveness in the prince...
Summertime – dilf!Baelor Targaryen x fem!reader [modern AU]
Doubt your man – Maekar Targaryen x wife!reader
summary: If he only could, Maekar would gladly sit by his wife’s side through her whole sickness. When he finally manages to run from his duties and rush to her, he has to throw a certain man outside the chamber and care for the woman himself. Just like he prefers it.
Mourning Feast – Maekar Targaryen x fem!reader
summary: Maekar Targaryen’s bride seems to be the most tragic lady in The Seven Kingdoms. Not only is she to be wed to a man of grim and sharp reputation, but also her father gets slaughtered on her wedding day.
Hidden Presence – Maekar Targaryen x servant!reader
summary: Deep at heart Maekar is furious that it took him so long to finally meet the woman that everyone seems so suspiciously fond of. Nothing is worse than the fact that his brother beat him to it, though.
[part 2]
summary: Despite Maekar's distrustful temper, he's even worse at resisting the woman he met in the kitchens than others. In fact, he would like nothing more than to have her for himself and himself only… He fails to notice how hard that can be considering her underground trade, hidden by a shroud of mystery.
[younger! Maekar x servant!reader]
summary: Once Prince Maekar set his eyes on the most promising of all cooks, no one could pull him away from her. He is too young, too smitten, and much too prideful to hide the affair and its fruits.
My Moon, My Man – Daeron Targaryen x wife!reader
summary: An imperfect bride for a flawsome man – it was not a tragic match by any means, but the heavy shroud of expectations made affection morph into doubt. It felt like a choke, the duty imposed by House Rosby, tightening on the necks of Daeron and his wife.
Dim Refuge – Daeron Targaryen x wife!reader
summary: Life as Prince Daeron’s wife sometimes made you feel like the sky would fall on your head while you and your husband were just a pair of lambs sent to slaughter...
Lamblike – Daeron Targaryen x commoner!reader
Summary: The dragon was about to lose a tooth or two, and you weren’t having it…
House of The Dragon
Gwayne Hightower's restrained wife
Vestiges and Laments – Gwayne Hightower x reader
summary: After the battle at Rook’s Rest all Gwayne wants is you. Hopefully longing just like he is and cherishing his safe return. And yet he is met with an absence that makes his breath hitch and grim remarks he does not appreciate. Despite being a lord and a noble knight he is also nothing but a man, and how long can a man go without the comforting presence of his wife? And especially a wife who is worth worshipping, every battle and every whispered word of blasphemy?
In Body and Mind – Gwayne Hightower x bethroted!reader
summary: You weren’t even wed to Ser Gwayne yet, and it already seems like you are closer to being a widow than a wife. Still, despite the whispers of worry and alarming omens, he manages to make a promise you decide to cling to.
Runaway party – Aegon & reader & Larys rant
Game of Thrones
True Knight – Davos Seaworth x fem! Estermont reader
Complete [wc: 10k+]
Summary: Lady Estermont, there was something truly strange about her. Whenever she appeared, the weird feeling came too. In the silence and ever-humming sound of the sea, in shadows, like something watched. Watched and waited. It was not an eerie presence, just something deeply buried that screamed to be unleashed again.
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
ao3 link
Resident Evil
Anemone – Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader [southern gothic au]
summary: The idea of being married to Leon is… suitable and appropriate. He’s an older, strange cop whose presence gives some people the creeps, but apparently he is just an individual. All you seek is an opportunity for a better life… even if it might mean shattering his peace. But he shouldn’t worry, should he? You’re a good woman, after all, and the arrangement is only proper.
I still dream of violence – older!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader
[part 2] Angry at the waiting game
summary: When a young married couple disappears, who could be better at investigating the case than a pair of special agents used to working together and known for their high efficiency? Well, probably nobody, but someone clearly ignored the fact that one of them should retire a long time ago, and they are both too good at their job to rot in rural America. Not to forget the questionable nature of their professional relationship and mutual tension.
My Pretty Woman In a Ball Gown – Leon Kennedy x co-worker!reader [soon]
summary: Leon was not a man who asked for commitment – he simply gave it. And before a stressful gala, he is, oh, so committed to you…
old man leon x girlfirend!reader
Nothing in the world belongs to me – Leon Kennedy x neighbour!reader
summary: Affection and attachment. Strange things that Leon saw as great values, yet ones he couldn’t afford because of his job. He didn’t know if it was a sense of responsibility or fear of disappointment that made him so reluctant… Well, good thing that the famous ‘cat distribution system’ doesn’t care. Nor his luck for incredibly charming neighbours.
Miss– Mrs. Kennedy? Well, your wife… – Leon Kennedy x DSO agent!reader
Summary: You were pretty sure you preferred being strangled to death on a mission over having a phone call with a stranger… Embarrassing as it felt. Luckily, your closest co-worker is there to save you.
Forever's Gonna Start Tonight – rookie!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader
summary: Leon takes care of you after a graduation ball at the police academy – just like he always does. Or perhaps this time it’s you caring for him?
The Pitt
Short thoughts about:
Brendon Park & ortho music drama
John Shen enjoying his wife's sleep routine
Fics:
Bad Visions – Jesse Van Horn x fem!reader
summary: An outburst from a patient in pain makes you rather indisposed for the rest of the day, but luckily you're not left alone. Jesse is easily known as one of the most reliable people in the ER – of course he will help his favorite coworker with making it to the end of the shift!
part two
I want it with you – FWB!Jack Abbot x fem!reader
summary: Jack Abbot is far from being badly self-conscious. Still, he’s plagued by obstinate thoughts and questions that he believed he could get rid of – all caused by the woman that he was supposed to be seeing only for one thing.
Direct Fire – Jack Abbot x SWAT!reader
summary: It is hard to consider saving somebody’s life a failure. You get gravely judged for making a mistake, though, and getting hurt in the process. Your squad mates look at you like it was nothing but a show-off. Luckily, there’s also Doctor Abbot who not only understands you to the bone, but also uses the occasion to do what he wanted for a while.
Sprezzatura – knight!Jack Abbot x princess!reader
summary: A single tear that stained the Princess’s cheek saved Jack’s life and made him bid his existence to the task of protecting her. As a Captain of the guard he finds new reasons for his devotion. They come with temptations, though, and ones Abbot can barely resist. And the Princess – she mastered the skill of effortless grace to mask the tension between her and her loyal guard. Unfortunately, an inconvenient betrothal was arranged by her father…
Sacred bloody route – Rust Cohle x fem!reader [wc: 30k+]
summary: Rust was a heavy smoker since his late teenage years, and he picked up his liking for Camel Blues from the first woman he ever cared about. He knew she was the one part of his ‘programming’ that he would not be able to deny himself: memory of the feeling, longing for the grim days when a shred of light made it worth living. Lust can morph into love. Love – into resentment, but care… Care will remain the same.
chapters:
I. The once forgotten route, now used by many
II. Don't you love her madly? Crash!Rust Cohle x fem!reader
III. Seven horses seem to be on the mark young!Rust Cohle x fem!reader
IV. A lonely song of a deep blue dream young!Rust Cohle x fem!reader
V. Don’t you love her as she’s walking out the door? young!Rust Cohle x fem!reader
VI. All your love is gone 1995!Rust Cohle x fem!reader
VII. Void. 2012!Rust Cohle x reader
ao3 link
Call of Duty
Form and Void – ex!John Price x wife!reader x Simon Riley
summary: In all the years of your relationship with Price, you would never guess he’ll be the crazy type of ex. Prying, never losing hope, annoying one – yes, but tormenting you and bothering your kids every second he could? It made all three of you anxious, worried about your every step. For years, you had a perfect marriage, and in one second, it turned into hell. The only good thing is that you have someone to call when your ex outdoes himself by causing a scene at your work, throwing punches, and scaring innocent people. It might be tense between you and Simon afterwards, but what choice do you have?
Hunting hound – huntsman!Johnny MacTavish x fem!reader
summary: Johnny didn’t mind when you looked at him the way you would at a stray dog. He was a hunting hound, after all, and he would cherish you as his master. You weren’t his to protect and worship, though.
Distractions – Simon Riley x fem!141!reader [soon]
[part 1]
[part 2]
summary: Simon wants to make sure the recruits know who they truly deal with after learning that one of them disrespected you. He puts some teaching into the kid’s head, also interrupting your session of distraction. You were supposed to watch the loudmouthed boy, but hey, a present for Simon’s birthday won’t figure out itself! He turns out to be a lot more picky than you would think. Apparently, what he likes best is holding your hand close, walking with you as a couple, and allowing himself to forget that it’s just for the good of the mission.
Red Dead Redemption
Cold dark earth (I'll crawl home to her) – Arthur Morgan x fem!reader
summary: For years, Arthur knew no remorse. At nights he slept peacefully as long as he could feel his woman close. None of them ever begged for another chance – he couldn't imagine an angelic person like his wife would have to ask for salvation. And him? He didn’t want anything else. Yet the ransome came in the small fragile flesh. A pale body, that with its trembling shook your whole world. Arthur wasn't punished for his sins with the boy's presence, no – it was much worse. It was his son, his frail son, and his weak body, who had to bear whips aimed at his father.
Devil's resting place – Arthur Morgan x vampire!reader
summary: The fragile sepulchral finding except her charm happens to hold an unknown, eerie strength. What can be sensed by women and children remains invisible to Arthur… or perhaps it is his wish to not see what he truly lusts after?
Fellow conman? – Hosea Matthews x actress!reader
summary: Saint Denis' theatre, a house of art and majesty, gets burned down in a terrible accident, but you have a friend who will help you out. He's afraid of how you will handle the company of ruthless outlaws, but it happens that actors and criminals are much alike. Or perhaps you simply consider it a similar job? The presence of a fellow conman certainly helps you adjust, and during a robbery where the two of you play main roles, he realizes there's something more to his admiration than woman's grace and solidarity of profession.
1914 Jack Marston x wife!reader
Cyberpunk 2077
Runaway champ – Viktor Vektor x fem!V
summary: A grand champion has been craved with Viktor's help, and then a father is involved. The thing about fathers… well, they tend to turn into phantoms, hunting memories of their children, slowly creeping into their minds, taking control, and pushing them towards danger. V used to come to Viktor for everything: arguments, breakups, loss… Now she disappeared. He never really stopped looking until he was held at gunpoint and blessed with an indirect message from her to leave her alone. So he did, but still hoped. That's until 5 years later she is shoved on his doorstep by Jackie and Misty, tired, bloody and in great trouble.
ao3 link
Bloodied Boots, Envious Echoes – Johnny Silverhand x fem!V
summary: In the world of Goro Takemuras and Solomon Reeds, who would have thought that it'd be a random dude making Silverhand go crazy jealous?
Far Cry 5
The savior angel – Joseph Seed x fem!reader
Summary: You couldn't refuse to take care of this man. You wanted to, you really did, but it would be a sin dirtying you for the rest of your life. You wanted him gone and out of your life, but it was your job to help. Your call. Maybe you would feel more compassion if he weren’t your father. Your work lies long forgotten, while he, in his new health, seeks the doing of the Lord. Then Joseph Seed appears to praise your effort and direct his people towards the light. Towards the side where he is the shine.
ao3 link
Uncharted
Victor Sullivan x reader
Samuel Drake x reader
Kingdom Come: Deliverance
Rattle [request] – Henry of Skalitz x bandit!reader
summary: Henry doesn’t try to cross shady people’s paths on purpose – well, usually. Unfortunately, he has the questionable luck of stumbling over a certain outlaw and recognizes that they aren’t much of a danger due to their condition. He’s a good christian, though, so why not offer a helping hand even to those who steal from your pocket?
Fargo
Purgatory Blight – Gator Tillman x wife!reader
summary: Being Gator’s wife wasn’t a bliss despite his restless tries to make everything better. You didn’t know what the harsh treatment that came from the Tillmans was supposed to prove. Did you belong to the family now, so all the rules applied to you too, or were you still a stranger standing on sacred land? What you knew for sure was that your husband’s precaution grew more visible every day. He rounded you like a guarding dog whenever his father was nearby, and yet he felt like it wasn’t enough anymore.
Guess who’s gona break up with her boyfriend/ be broken up with! Yk what this means?
GUESS WHOS GONA COME BACK TO WRITING FAN FICTION!!!!!
I wana come back to writing again so I’m taking like suggestions at the moment and might continue some stories that i had previously written and not posted about
Summary: You and Henry Loomis flirt on the boat, tension building as the island gets closer.
Word count: 692
The boat engine hummed low beneath your boots, salt spray kissing the air as the island drew closer on the horizon. You leaned on the railing, one boot hooked on the bottom rung, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the early morning glare.
Behind you, footsteps—soft, hesitant.
“Do you always stand like that when you’re about to risk your life?” a voice asked, a little amused, a little nervous.
You smirked before turning around. Dr. Henry Loomis, in all his freshly-pressed, nervously handsome glory, was fiddling with the strap of his backpack like it might bite him.
“Only when I’m trying to impress the awkward paleontologist behind me,” you said coolly.
His mouth twitched. “Well, it’s working. I’m deeply impressed. Terrified, too. But mostly impressed.”
You raised a brow. “Terrified of me or the island?”
He took a step closer, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on a secret. “Both, honestly. But only one of them is wearing combat boots and a knife strapped to her thigh.”
“Smart man.” You turned to face the ocean again. “And here I thought you science guys were all talk.”
“I’m mostly talk,” he admitted, standing beside you now. “But I did pack a flare gun. So I’ve got that going for me.”
You laughed—short, surprised. “You really think a flare gun’s gonna save you from a Quetzalcoatlus?”
“I was hoping you’d save me, actually.”
You glanced sideways at him. He looked mostly innocent, but his eyes were glinting, and he definitely knew how to deliver a line. There was something boyish about it—earnest and curious, but with just enough nerve to try.
“You know,” you said, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”
He cleared his throat, flushed faintly. “Was it obvious?”
“A little.”
“I’m rusty,” he said. “Last time I tried flirting, I compared a girl to a protoceratops. It didn’t go over well.”
You snorted. “Please tell me you didn’t use the word ‘frill.’”
His ears turned red. “…I may have.”
You shook your head, grinning. “God help you on this mission.”
He smiled, then looked out toward the mist-shrouded island. “I’m more worried about the dinosaurs, if I’m being honest.”
You let the silence settle for a beat, the waves slapping rhythmically against the hull. The others were below deck prepping gear. Up here, it was just you and him—and the tension between your wild confidence and his endearing dorkiness.
“Hey, Loomis?”
“Yeah?”
“If you survive this thing, I might let you take me out for a drink.”
He blinked. “Seriously?”
“No frill metaphors. That’s the deal.”
His grin spread slow, eyes sparkling. “Deal. I promise to keep it strictly post-Cretaceous.”
You bumped his shoulder lightly. “Then try not to die, dinosaur boy.”
“I’ll do my best, trouble.”
And for the first time since boarding this boat, the thought of heading straight into danger didn’t feel so heavy.
much like the harrow and lestat fic, you can blame this one on my brain, which loves to toss spicy dreams at me about actors/characters i’d never really thought twice about until i’m lowkey a little obsessed. ah well. it was fun to write for a villain again >:)
would love to write more for henry so here’s my request info (including my dos and don’ts) if anyone wants to send prompts!
MINORS DNI
tw: manipulation, dubcon (just to be safe), implied virgin!henry, alternating povs
ao3
once you seep in (henry creel x gn!reader, stranger things)
You don’t remember how you wound up here.
The thought strikes you occasionally, though less and less as the days go by, and mostly only when Henry has departed and left you to your own devices for longer than a few hours. Long enough for loneliness to start creeping in. How you arrived here, at the massive, sun-drenched, stately home you now found yourself occupying.
You try to recall anything beyond the scrape of your heels on the walkway and the gentle breeze rustling through the trees on the day Henry had first brought you here, but there’s just… nothing. A blank spot in your memory, like a canvas wiped clean.
It’s as if you’d blinked, tucked beneath your bedcovers in one moment and stepping into sunlight in the next, slender fingers wound around yours and Henry’s lilting voice welcoming you to your new home.
Home.
Home used to mean solitude, lonely meals and long hours at the library. No one to welcome you when you slid into bed at night. Now it means warmth, safety. Sunlight.
Company.
Most of the time, anyway, you think with a sigh, peering out the windows from your perch on the sitting room settee. You spent most of your time there, curled up beneath a blanket with some book or other (usually one of your favorites, many of which you had been thrilled to discover tucked away on Henry’s bookshelves).
Henry had left again, departing on one of his errands - errands of which you knew next to nothing about, only that they were important and imperative that he complete alone, despite your many protests to the contrary.
It had been three days since you’d seen him last, the longest stretch of time he had been away since your arrival to the house, and though there’s plenty to keep you occupied in his absence - a well-stocked kitchen, more books than you could ever hope to read, the radio on the mantel to listen to your favorite tapes should the mood strike you - by the second day of solitude you’re all but climbing the walls, spending more time staring out the window in anticipation of seeing Henry’s familiar silhouette strolling up the walkway than actually doing anything productive.
As night looms at the end of day three, the world outside awash in thickening shadow, you decide that you’ve reached the end of your rope.
“Something has to be wrong,” you mutter to yourself, pacing in tight circles within the foyer and shooting nervous glances out the stained glass window fitted into the front door. “Henry’s never been gone this long before.”
What if he’s hurt? The woods beyond are dangerous; Henry had told you so himself, firmly warning you away from ever crossing their borders.
“There are creatures who call these woods home” he had said, gripping your hand tightly between both of his. “Dangerous creatures who would do you harm, or far worse.” You had shivered at the intensity of his gaze, dread creeping over you at the thought of formless shadow creatures lurking among the trees, intent on chasing you down should you ever cross their path. “Promise me that you will never go there,” Henry had urged you, squeezing at your hand whenever you failed to answer quickly enough. “Promise me.”
“I promise,” you’d vowed, heart leaping into your throat as Henry had smiled at you and lifted your captured hand to his mouth, lips brushing along your knuckles.
“Good,” he’d murmured, and then he’d gone, the first of many sojourns beyond the bounds of his property, each more taxing to your heart than the last.
You would feel so much better if you knew he was alright. Unharmed. It’s the waiting that really tears at you, the silence and solitude creeping into the edges of your mind no matter how loudly you play the radio or tinker at the keys of Henry’s piano or clang the cutlery as you try to choke down a meal.
Without Henry, the house is too large and empty and quiet. You don’t think you can stand another moment inside its walls with just your own thoughts for company, especially with the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that something is wrong.
You jerk to a stop, swallowing past the lump of nerves in your throat as your eyes follow the shadow of the sinking sun drifting across the floorboards. You can’t just stay here pacing all night. You have to - need to - find Henry.
Steeling your shoulders, you stride to the front door and reach for the handle, only allowing yourself a moment’s hesitation before you twist the knob and fling yourself out into the encroaching night -
- only to gasp as you crash into Henry’s chest, hands coming up instinctively to grip at his waist for balance and heart rate climbing as his hands come up to grasp at your shoulders in return.
“Henry!” you call, happy, relieved, only to falter at the serious look on his face, lips set in a thin line and eyes sharp behind his lenses.
“You were leaving,” he remarks lowly, his tone just shy of accusatory and his frame stiff.
You’ve angered him, you realize, swallowing around a lump in your throat.
“I was just looking,” you stammer, hyper aware of the weight of his fingers around your shoulders. “Looking for you, I mean.” Your palms twitch against his belt loops, pulse beating uncomfortably at the base of your throat. Why are you so nervous? “I’m sorry, I know you warned me about leaving but - but it’s been three days, Henry. I was worried.”
Henry’s gaze flits over your face, almost as though he’s searching for something, before his expression clears.
“I see,” he murmurs, his hold around your shoulders lightening but not releasing. Instead, his thumbs drift along your collarbone, bringing a rush of warmth to your face. “You were worried about me. Is that it?”
Your tongue suddenly feels heavy in your mouth. Now that you’re certain Henry isn’t upset with you, it’s difficult to ignore how close he is, or that your fingers have yet to relinquish their hold on his waist. “Of course! I was afraid you’d gotten hurt or - “ Or worse, you find yourself unable to finish, lips twisting in a grimace. “You were gone a long time, Henry.”
Henry dips his head, abashed, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his handsome face. “I apologize. Time simply got away from me. Still, I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long.”
“It’s alright,” you reassure him, surreptitiously glancing him over. He looks as immaculate as always, not a thread or hair out of place, and your shoulders sink with relief. It seems you’d worried for nothing.
Henry tilts his head. “Is it, truly?” he asks, lifting a hand to touch your cheek. You suck in a breath at the contact, resisting the urge to sink into the warmth of his palm. He’s never touched you like this before. “You were lonely,” he asserts knowingly, and you nod, unable to deny it. Henry’s lips curl at your candor. “Poor thing,” he croons, stroking your cheek. “How can I make it up to you?”
His words, tender and coaxing, make your mouth run dry. “I don’t know,” you begin, only for Henry to shake his head and shift even closer, torso bumping gently against yours.
“Oh, come now,” he huffs, thumb drifting along the hinge of your jaw. “There has to be something you’d like? Something you want?”
Your heart thumps as you realize there is in fact something you want - something you think you’ve wanted ever since Henry first introduced himself to you, so soft-spoken and enigmatic, in the library.
“A new book?” Henry ponders thoughtfully, regarding you with gleaming eyes. Knowing eyes.
Eyes that tell you they know exactly what it is you want.
“Clothes, perhaps?” he continues, and you swallow hard as his thumb catches against your bottom lip. “No, nothing so trite as that. Perhaps what you want - what you desire most in this world - is me.”
“Henry,” you breathe, stricken as your desires are laid so bare.
“There’s no need to be coy,” he promises, his other hand rising to bracket your face. Caught within his orbit, there is no where else for you to go. Nowhere to hide. “Not here. Not anymore. You know that, don’t you?”
Despite the racing of your heart, you nod. You’re safe here, Henry had told you. Free of judgement. Free of fear. Free of loneliness, if you would just admit to it - to what you truly want.
“I want you,” you croak, gripping at his vest as the gravity of what you’re saying settles over your shoulders.
Behind his lenses, Henry’s eyes gleam. “Then allow me to give you what you want.”
*
I want you.
Henry had wondered when you would finally admit to it, your desire lingering so closely to the surface of your mind that he was astounded it had taken you until his extended absence to act upon it.
There’s certainly no denying it now, not with the way your breath hitches as he takes you by the hand and guides you back into the house, slipping free of his suit jacket and hat and depositing them on the rack by the door. You watch his every move with such single-minded focus, and Henry can scarcely suppress his smile as he leads you into the sitting room, your need such a palpable thing he can practically feel it.
Allowed free reign by his gentle coaxing, your desire is eclipsed only by the aching loneliness he had sensed within you on your first meeting - the very thing that had first drawn him to you. Tempted him to you.
Tugging at the buttons on his cuff, Henry sinks onto the settee, but not before taking note of the blanket tossed over the arm and the pile of books piled on the side table. He wonders how long you had been keeping vigil there, keen eye pointed to the treeline as you awaited his return. Perhaps as soon as he’d left.
The thought brings along with it a heady rush of satisfaction, and as he works the sleeve of his shirt up over one forearm and then the other, Henry catches your eye.
“Come here,” he coaxes you, hand held aloft, and with only a moment’s hesitation, you comply, approaching the settee and folding your fingers through his.
You gasp as he tugs you into his lap, knees splaying awkwardly over his thighs and hand clutching at his shoulder for balance.
“Did I startle you?” he teases at the bewildered look on your face, tugging at the knot of his tie until it hangs loose around his collar. Your pulse jumps in your throat as you trace the skin he’s bared for you. “Is this not what you wanted?”
“No, it’s - “ You shift nervously on top of his lap, seemingly afraid to allow yourself to slump into his hold the way he knows you so desperately want to. Henry waits, knowing the words will come - knowing that you will not hide from him, because you simply cannot. Not here. “I want it,” you finally confess in a small, strained voice, and Henry smiles.
“Then take it,” he returns simply, tilting his head and regarding you with patient expectation behind his lenses.
Swallowing roughly, you lift your hand from his shoulder, fitting your fingers along the curve of his cheek and ducking your head to touch your mouth to his. Even that light brush of your lips against his is enough to pull a tiny, wanting sound from you. You have been waiting for this, yearning for it, for so long, haven’t you? How generous of Henry, then, to gift it to you.
He lets you set the pace, allows the slow exploration of his mouth with patient coaxing, tilting his head to accommodate the lengths of your noses and cupping a bracing hand against the small of your back while you settle more firmly atop his lap.
As you grow comfortable, eager, Henry indulges in some exploration of his own, relying more on instinct than experience to guide his lips against yours. Tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue coaxes a whimper from your throat and, emboldened, Henry pushes forward, tasting you, truly, for the first time.
Salt and citrus bloom along his tongue, remnants of whatever meal you had prepared yourself earlier in the day, and Henry huffs through his nose as he maps the softness of your palate and the ridges of your teeth. The wet drag of muscle along slick, soft flesh sends a thrill through him he hadn’t quite expected, and his brows furrow as heat begins to pool in his belly, cock swelling against the seam of his trousers.
Henry knows you’re in a similar state, your thighs shifting restlessly against his. Curious, he drags the fingers poised at your back over the swell of your hip, along your abdomen, down, down -
You jolt as he nudges your waistband, breaking away from his mouth to watch his face, chest heaving as you work to regain the breath you’d lost.
“More?” he asks you, walking his fingertips along the hem of your shirt, dipping beneath to touch the strip of hot skin above your waistband.
Your breath stutters, lips full and wet from his mouth, his teeth and tongue. You nod.
Henry holds your gaze as he slips his fingers beneath your waistband, watching the way your lips part on a sigh as his nails rake through wiry curls.
Watches your lashes flutter as his fingertips catch against your sex, hot to the touch and already beading with slick.
Watches your head fall back as he begins to stroke, his touch light and teasing, the pads of his fingers quickly turning damp with your fluids.
So this is what it feels like, he thinks distantly, grunting softly at the friction of his trousers against his swollen cock. So this is all it takes.
“Go on,” he breathes, wrapping his other hand around your thigh and squeezing in time with each stroke. “Take it.”
You sob his name, pushing your lips against his as his fingers increase their pace, tracing the length of your sex with each pass and rubbing circles against sensitive flesh. The slick glide of hot flesh sparks along his nerves like wildfire, his eyes locked on the sight of his fingers buried beneath your waistband and the wet gape of your mouth as he wrings cry after cry from your throat.
“Tell me you won’t leave again,” he urges you, clutching at your thigh hard enough to sting. “Tell me you won’t try.”
You shake your head, bereft of words or simply too frenzied to speak them, hips pumping relentlessly as you chase your pleasure. Henry can feel his body straining toward the same perilous peak, cock pulsing against the seam of his trousers, and his lashes flutter as he draws you down against him, working his fingers faster along your sex until your every breath is a sob.
“You won’t, will you?” He pants against your cheek, fingers clenching tight around your thigh. “You would never put yourself in harm’s way like that, would you? Darling thing. I couldn’t stand it.”
You keen at his words, grinding into his hand and spreading slick over his palm. “I won’t,” you promise, the words a wet gasp on your tongue. “I promise, Henry, just - oh, oh god, I - “
Your voice breaks as you come, hips twitching violently and sex pulsing wetly against his fingertips. Henry clutches at your thigh as he follows you over the edge, spilling into his trousers with a soft grunt and a vague curiosity of what it might feel like to spend himself inside you, instead.
“Oh, Henry, Henry,” you breathe his name as if in a daze, whimpering against the curve of his jaw as he tugs his hand free of your waistband and curls damp fingers around the back of your neck.
“Yes,” he sighs, pulling you down against him. You go without a fight, cheek slumping against his shoulder and fingers clutching bonelessly at his vest, the distant clicking of a clock joining the chorus of your breaths, heavy, sated. Serene.
Henry turns his head, parting his lips against your crown.
“Soon,” he murmurs. “Soon there will be others joining us. Others I have saved.”
You breathe softly against his collar, fatigued but not yet asleep. Listening, rapt, as you always do when he speaks to you.
“You’ll help me look after them, won’t you?” he asks, running a soothing hand down the curve of your spine. “Keep them safe?”
“Of course,” you return softly, eagerly, even as your body tumbles toward sleep, growing soft and still in his arms. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me, Henry.”
Henry smiles, pressing a kiss against your brow. “I knew you would.”
If you accept requests for Henry Danger could I request something with him and your prompt number 16 "Did you just trip over… absolutely nothing?" Thank you if you do! ❤️
The floor attacked me.
Masterlist pt.2
You weren’t that clumsy.
Okay, maybe you tripped over the occasional curb. And maybe stairs weren’t always your best friend. But overall, you were fine.
At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself—right before you absolutely ate it in the middle of the hallway.
One second, you were walking to your locker, minding your own business. The next, your foot caught on… well, nothing, and you were tumbling forward.
Before you could hit the ground, a pair of strong hands grabbed you, steadying you before you could embarrass yourself any further.
"Whoa, there, butterfingers," a familiar voice teased.
You groaned, already knowing who it was.
Henry Hart.
The boy who had made it his personal mission to witness every single one of your most humiliating moments.
"Did you just trip over… absolutely nothing?" he asked, grinning as he kept his hands on your arms.
You scowled. "No. The floor attacked me."
Henry chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure it did, champ."
You huffed, finally pulling away from his grip and brushing yourself off. "Are you just gonna stand there and make fun of me, or are you gonna be useful and walk me to class?"
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Are you asking me on a hallway date?"
You rolled your eyes. "More like I need a human crutch in case I almost die again."
Henry laughed but didn’t hesitate to fall into step beside you. "Well, if it means saving you from another tragic accident, I guess I can make the sacrifice."
You shot him a playful glare. "You're enjoying this, aren’t you?"
"A little," he admitted with a smirk. "But hey, if you ever need a professional fall-catcher, I’m your guy."
You shook your head, biting back a smile.
Maybe tripping over absolutely nothing wasn’t that bad—if it meant getting Henry’s attention.
watched Jurassic World: Rebirth last night and knew I had to write something for this man
Reader is a dinosaur researcher, studying their behavior (similar to Darius in Jurassic World: Chaos Theory & Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous)
If you're as passionate about dinosaurs as this man is, you're perfect for him
Telling you dinosaur facts is Henry's way of flirting
He likes treating you to a home cooked dinner
Dates primarily include watching dinosaur documentaries, going on a drive, hiking, reading books, or going to the movies
You two got the public interested in dinosaurs again by publishing books, papers, and documentaries on their behaviors
Loomis is very intelligent, emotionally and educationally, so he knows when something is wrong with you, and is there for you
You two sometimes curl up on the couch together and read to each other, or cuddle into each other and read separate books
Henry gets flustered easily, so any flirting or compliments you throw towards him are going to leave him a mess
He sometimes takes you on expeditions with him (if he's allowed to)
He prefers swimming and boating in freshwater because of his experiences, expect this man not to go more than knee deep in any form of saltwater
Loomis is hopelessly in love with you, he 100% fell first
His nicknames for you are primarily dinosaur related, as are yours (you also call him 'Romeo', 'loverboy', and, teasingly, 'pathetic')
You two are advocates for available and affordable healthcare
He would love any pets you have
Henry remained friends with Kincaid, Zora, and the Delgado family, so you've met them and are friends with them too (and you two sometimes tag along on boating trips and road trips with the Delgado family)
CREDIT FOR DIVIDER: @thecutestgrotto
Personally I really liked the movie, although I can see why people hate it. I watch low budget horror films for fun, anything people say about the movie will not sway me. 10/10 movie imo.
Although the script portrayed him as not smart because of the incorrect dino facts, I'm pretty sure he'd be a smart and capable guy in the JW universe.
