#mr. whatsit

[maddiemell]

"Wrap it with your jacket!"

-mike wheeler, who is also wearing a jacket

[iluvemobitches]

Henry breeding reader

You lay sprawled across the antique four-poster bed, the silk sheets cool against your heated skin, your body aching with a need that consumed every rational thought. Dressed only in a sheer negligee that clung to your curves like a lover's caress, you reached for him, fingers trembling as they brushed the lapel of his jacket. "Mr. Whatsit... Henry," you murmured, voice husky with desperation, "I need you. Please, don't make me wait any longer. I want to feel you... all of you, deep inside me."

His lips curved into a soft, reassuring smile, the kind that made your heart flutter even as it quickened your pulse. He shrugged off his jacket with deliberate grace, folding it neatly over a nearby chair before loosening his tie, his movements unhurried, savoring the way your gaze followed him hungrily. "Shh, my dear," he soothed, his voice a velvet murmur that wrapped around you like smoke, laced with an affection that felt achingly genuine. "There's no rush. I want this to be perfect for you—for us. You're so beautiful when you're like this, so open and yearning. Let me take care of you."

He knelt on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and his hands—long, elegant fingers that could shatter minds—traced feather-light paths along your thighs, parting them with a gentleness that contrasted the raw hunger in his eyes. You whimpered, arching into his touch, your core throbbing with emptiness that only he could fill. The negligee rode up, exposing the slick heat between your legs, and Henry's breath hitched as he drank in the sight, his composure cracking just enough to reveal the depth of his desire.

"Look at you," he whispered, reverent, as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your inner thigh, his glasses fogging slightly from the warmth radiating from your skin. "So ready for me, glistening and perfect. Do you know what you do to me? You make me want to give you everything—every part of myself." His fingers danced higher, brushing against your folds, teasing the sensitive nub of your clit with a swirl that sent sparks racing up your spine. You gasped, hips bucking involuntarily, chasing the fleeting contact.

"Henry, please," you begged, your voice breaking on a needy whine, hands fisting the sheets as frustration built like a storm. "I can't... I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, to fill me up. Make me yours completely." The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, your body a live wire under his ministrations, every nerve alight with the promise of what was to come.

He chuckled softly, a sound rich with fondness, and shifted to hover over you, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal the lean, pale expanse of his chest. With a flick of his wrist—subtle psychokinesis at play—the remaining barriers between you dissolved; your negligee vanished in a whisper of energy, leaving you bare and exposed. Henry's eyes darkened with adoration as he shed the rest of his clothes, his cock springing free—long and thick, veins pulsing with anticipation, the tip already weeping pre-cum that mirrored your own arousal.

"As you wish, darling," he murmured, positioning himself at your entrance, the broad head nudging against your slick pussy. He paused there, teasing, letting the anticipation build until you were squirming beneath him, tears of need pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I'll give you what you crave. I'll breed you, fill you until you're overflowing with me. Would you like that? To carry my essence, to be bound to me in the most intimate way?"

"Yes! God, yes," you cried, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The stretch as he pushed inside was exquisite, inch by agonizing inch, your walls yielding to his girth with a wet, welcoming clasp. He filled you so completely, the sensation bordering on overwhelming, yet it was laced with a sweetness in the way he watched your face, ensuring every moment brought you pleasure rather than pain.

Henry groaned low in his throat, burying himself to the hilt, his hips flush against yours as he savored the tight heat enveloping him. "You're incredible," he praised, voice strained with restraint, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other stroked your hip in soothing circles. "So warm, so tight around me. I could stay like this forever, just feeling you pulse and clench." He began to move then, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate, grinding against that hidden spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

You moaned, loud and unrestrained, your nails digging into his shoulders as you met his rhythm, bodies syncing in a dance as old as time. The psychic realm amplified everything—the slide of his cock through your folds, the obscene sounds of your union, the electric hum of his power thrumming through your veins like a shared heartbeat. "Harder, Henry," you pleaded, nipping at his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin. "Breed me like you mean it. I want to feel you cum inside me, pumping me full."

His response was a tender kiss, lips brushing yours with a passion that stole your breath, even as his pace quickened. He angled his hips just so, driving deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every plunge. "I'll give you my seed, my love," he promised against your mouth, his free hand slipping between your bodies to circle your clit with expert precision. "Every drop, until you're swollen with it—with me. You're mine to cherish, to fill."

The words ignited something primal within you, your pussy fluttering around him as the coil in your belly tightened unbearably. You rocked against him frantically, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach, your breaths coming in ragged pants. Henry's sweetness only heightened the intensity; his murmurs of encouragement, the way he held you like you were precious, made the pleasure all the more profound.

"That's it, let go for me," he coaxed, his thrusts growing erratic, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the chamber. His glasses had slipped down his nose, but he made no move to adjust them, too lost in the moment. You shattered then, orgasm crashing over you in waves, your walls milking him rhythmically as ecstasy ripped a scream from your throat. Juices gushed around his cock, soaking the sheets, but he didn't falter, riding out your climax with unwavering focus.

"Beautiful," he breathed, awe threading his voice as he followed you over the edge. With a shuddering moan, he slammed home one final time, his cock throbbing as he unleashed torrent after torrent of hot cum deep into your womb. The sensation was intoxicating—the warmth flooding you, marking you from within, his body trembling with the force of his release. He held you close, grinding subtly to push every last spurt as far as possible, ensuring nothing was wasted.

As the aftershocks faded, Henry didn't withdraw immediately; instead, he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his embrace, his cock still nestled inside your pulsing heat. His fingers combed through your hair, lips pressing soft kisses to your temple. "You were perfect," he whispered, voice laced with genuine affection. "Rest now, my dear. But know this isn't the end—I'll fill you again and again, until our bond is unbreakable."

You nestled against him, sated yet already stirring with fresh need, the psychic haze around you thickening with promise. "Promise?" you murmured, tracing patterns on his chest.

He smiled, adjusting his glasses with a chuckle. "Every word, darling. Every single one."

The night stretched on in the mansion's timeless embrace, and soon enough, his hands wandered again, reigniting the fire. This time, he took you from behind, your body draped over the edge of the bed, his chest pressed to your back as he whispered endearments into your ear. "Feel how deep I am?" he asked, one hand splaying over your lower abdomen, pressing to emphasize the bulge of his cock inside you. "This is where I'll plant my seed—where you'll bloom for me."

You pushed back against him, needy moans spilling from your lips as he set a languid pace, building you up slowly. His sweetness shone through in the praises he lavished, calling you his treasure, his light in the darkness, even as his hips snapped forward with increasing fervor. Fingers intertwined with yours, he drove you toward another peak, the breeding talk weaving through his dialogue like a seductive spell.

"Cum for me again," he urged, thumb finding your clit once more. "Let me feel you squeeze me, draw it all out." Your second orgasm built like a crescendo, crashing with a sob of his name, and Henry followed suit, flooding you anew with his release, the excess trickling down your thighs in warm rivulets.

Hours blurred into a haze of passion, each round more intimate than the last—him on his knees between your legs, lapping at your cum-filled pussy before sliding back in; you riding him atop the velvet chaise, his hands guiding your hips as he begged you to take what you needed. Through it all, his affection never waned, a counterpoint to the raw, fertile intensity of your union.

By the time exhaustion claimed you both, curled together amid the rumpled linens, you felt utterly possessed—body, mind, and soul. Henry's arm draped protectively over your waist, his breath steady against your neck. "Sleep, my love," he murmured. "Tomorrow, we'll continue. Our future starts now."

And in the psychic depths, it truly did.

[karadoyoucopy]

Yeah ok then

[aloracreel]

LOOK ME IN MY EYES AS THEY CLOSE ˊˎ-

PAIRING - hard dom!Henry Creel x fem!Reader

SUMMARY - Henry doesn’t need to touch you to break you.

WARNINGS - 18+; MDNI. Smut with a whisper of a plot: hard dom!Henry, sub!Reader. Brat taming, edging, overstimulation, crying, countdown to a reader orgasm. Henry using his powers on you. Brief choking, nipple play, and vaginal penetration, but also not really. You'll see. No use of y/n. Mention of a safeword that the reader doesn’t need.

WORD COUNT - 2.3K

A/N - I’m unwell but only in the best ways.

You could barely remember how it had all begun. 

You had disobeyed him, that much was clear to you, but as you hovered against a wall, held in place by something invisible and unyielding, the reason for your disobedience was slipping from your mind. 

Another sob broke from your lips like a confession, your eyes glistening with tears as you forced them to stay open: to stay focused on Henry, standing a few feet from you.

He had told you to keep your pretty eyes on him, and god knew that the last thing you could risk was disobeying him again.

It was already so much to take. The shadows—not visible to the eye—running on your body like they were exploring every inch of you.

Exploring every way to break you. 

"Henry," a whimper slipped from your lips. You were tired. Exhausted. Completely and utterly spent, and as you felt a shadow slip between your spread thighs it was impossible for you to hold back your tears any longer. "Henry, please."

You had lost count of how many times you had orgasmed from him touching you without laying a single finger on you. From him playing with your body, seeing how far he would need to push you until you broke.

"Henry," you attempted again, yet it was useless. The shadow slipped inside your drenched cunt with zero resistance, your head drooping as it dawned on you.

Despite your exhaustion and desperation, it was nothing but a new wave of pleasure that began to build up at the pit of your tummy.

Ecstasy that rippled through your broken body as a pair of shadows moved to your breasts, tugging and twisting on your nipples.

Desperation for more as a fourth shadow wrapped around your jaw and yanked your head back up. Screaming at your eyes to stay open, your teary gaze found that of Henry's. 

"There she is," he murmured, his gaze dark. His body language was calm and unhurried: so at odds with your trembling frame that it did nothing but send the deepest of shivers to run down your used body. "You know, I can feel you like this," he then chuckled with a slow tilt of his head. "And I don’t mean under my touch. I don't mean your curves or how sopping that pussy is. 

"I mean I can feel how desperately your brain is trying to keep up with what’s happening to you. I can feel how hard your heart is working on not shutting down from the pleasure, so overwhelming it’s threatening to override all else.

"I can feel your walls clenching around nothing, as your brain tries to convince itself there’s something between your legs. Something concrete: some reason for your pleasure, so overwhelming it’s making you drool for me." His chuckle was deep as he walked to you, his finger moving to your chin to scoop up a drop of spit rolling down your skin. "Such a messy girl."

His skin against yours was so warm, so soft, so real that the second the touch was gone, another sob had slipped past your lips. "Henry, please—"

"Please what?"

"I'm sorry," you managed, your breath coming in shallow pulls as the shadow fucked in and out of you with a pace ruthless. Inhuman. "I shouldn't have—I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm so sorry."

"I’m so sorry," he repeated, his voice mocking. "Sweetheart, it’s not your apologies that I want. What I want is you. Your mind, bending until it breaks. Until there’s not a bone in your body that knows resistance. Not a cell in you with a mind of its own. I will play with your body until there’s not a single doubt of who it belongs to. Who you belong to."

"You," you whimpered. 

"Say that again."

"I belong to you, Henry."

"Yes, you do," his voice was a low rumble. "So, show me."

"Show you—?"

"Cum for me."

"Henry—"

“Pretty as you sound when you say my name, we both know that is not what I asked of you.” He was standing so close to you that could feel his breath on your skin. Smell his cologne. Nearly taste his lips on yours. 

And yet, you were robbed of it all as he took a step back from you with a low chuckle. “You haven’t earned my lips on yours, darling.”

Your sob was a broken sound. 

You could do it, couldn’t you? One more orgasm. One more, and he might forgive you. 

One more, and he would be proud of you.

You drew in a shaky breath, your lungs burning from all the times you had come screaming his name. 

One more. 

And with your teary eyes locked on his, you let out a breath and you focused. On the feeling of the shadows running on your body. On the way they caressed and fondled, tucked and teased. Their touches would have felt gentle, nearly careful, if it wasn't for the way you were pushed to your absolute limit. 

But even then, gazing into the darkened blue eyes of Henry's, you could find the pleasure in their brushes. Pleasure in the way that the shadow sliding in and out of you slowed down its pace: now fucking into you like he always did.

It felt like Henry, too. The thickness, the length, the way he filled you up like it was meant to be. Like your bodies were made for each other: to complete one another.

He wasn't tormenting you anymore. 

He was making love to you.

"Henry," his name slipped from your lips soft as a prayer as waves of pleasure began to replace the feelings of painful overstimulation. "God—"

"That's it, darling." His voice was warm and gentle. The look in his eyes bordering adoration. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

You nodded your head again and again as pleasure rippled through you. The shadow in you was brushing against your cervix as it fucked you deep and meaningful, each thrust there to bring you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

One more.

"You look so beautiful, sweetheart."

"Please," you breathed out, a knit between your brows as he walked to you with slow steps. His hands were held behind his back, his head slightly tilted as his gaze flicked to run down your body.

"I can tell that you're close," he chuckled. "Your mind is such a beautiful place right now. All you know is this, isn't it? This moment. Your pleasure. My name."

"Henry—"

"That's what I thought." He wet his lips, his eyes sparkling with dark amusement. "Get yourself on the edge, honey. I know it hurts, I know, but you can do it."

His voice was so gentle. 

His lips, so soft and plump, moving to brush against yours were everything you had ever wanted, and it was all it took for you to—

No.

No, no, no.

The most desperate cry bubbled from your lips as you shook your head again and again, begging to understand.

It was all gone: every shadow, his lips on yours. Your orgasm.

The look in his eyes was darker once more, the smile at the corners of his lips nothing short of vicious as he stated, voice low and clear: "You really thought."

You really had.

"How could you—"

"How could I?" His laughter was a mocking sound—your eyes filling with tears as the shadows returned.

Their touches were gentle. So tender on your used, borderline abused, skin. So burning.

"Henry, I can't do this anymore."

He raised a brow at that, his eyes squinting as he studied you. "Oh, but I think you can."

You know the word, he had reminded you before you had begun. 

You did know, so why did you not use it?

"Because as much as you try to deny it, this is all you've ever wanted," Henry's voice was a rumble. "Being used. Owned. Reminded of your place. And it hurts, it hurts so bad, but it feels good too, doesn't it?"

The shadow teased at your opening, the tip of it dipping in just to slide back out once more. Your nipples were being tugged and lapped on, and as a hand—no, yet another shadow—wrapped around your throat and applied pressure, you felt only ever more of your arousal dripping down your thighs.

"Sweetheart, I asked you a question."

Had he?

"Yes," you shook your head. "It feels—it feels so good, Henry."

It did: the shadow between your legs pushing into your soaked pussy once more, caressing as it slid in and out of you.

Your hips attempted to grind against it just to be reminded that there was nothing there. It was all in your head, wasn't it? And yet it did not matter. Your mind could not tell the difference, and neither could your body.

Your legs were shaking, your breathing unsteady. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and your forehead glistened with pearls of sweat, and yet you could feel it.

The pleasure, beginning to wind up at the pit of your belly once more as the shadow in you picked up its pace. Fucking into you deep and ruthless, it brushed against your cervix and stretched you up so good that you saw stars in the place where Henry had stood only moments ago.

"That's it. Good girl."

The praise traveled through you, every cell in your body holding onto the pride in his voice. This time it was genuine. This time it was real, wasn't it?

"It's real, darling."

It's real.

"Please—" The words were broken and so full of careful hope all at once. "Henry, please."

"Please Henry, please?" He chuckled. "Please what, darling? Do you even know what you’re begging so prettily for, or did I really manage to scramble your brain that good?"

"I need to cum. Please, Henry." Each breath left your lips so pained, all while so shaky from your arousal. "Please let me cum."

"Should I?" He mused. "Have you earned another orgasm? I've made you cum so many times today, darling. So many times you've cum screaming your throat hoarse, and yet, you want more. Do you think you deserve it after you went and disobeyed me?"

"Please," was all you knew to say as the shadows slowed down their pace ever so slightly, keeping you on your edge. 

He considered for a beat that must not have been longer than ten seconds yet felt like a full minute, before he said, amused: "I’m feeling generous. Cum for me when I count down, and I’ll stop. I’ll let you down and I'll let you rest."

Your lips parted, a knit forming between your brows as a wave of relief danced through you. 

"I’ll count down from ten. But listen to me carefully. If you cum a single second too soon, I’ll keep going. If you don’t cum when I reach one, I will do whatever it takes to break you."

Your sobs were broken sounds as you shook your head. "Henry, I can't take any more." 

"I know, darling. I know," he chuckled with a tilted head. "All you have to do is cum and it’s over. Cum and I’ll take such good care of you. You can do this, can’t you, sweetheart?"

One more time.

The moment you nodded your head, the shadows picked up their pace, now nothing short of ruthless, all while so good.

So right.

"Ten."

Your hips bucked against thin air, your fingers clenching into fists at your sides in their desperation to find something—anything—to hold onto. 

"Seven."

Anything to ground you, all while having your feet touch upon the ground was the last thing you wanted.

All you needed was this, wasn't it? 

"Yes, it is," Henry assured, voice a warm hum. "This is what you were made for. To be broken."

"Henry. Please—"

"Five," he murmured, eyes dark as they studied every breath, every moan, every whimper passing your lips. "Good girl, sweetheart. You're holding on so well—"

The pressure inside you was building and building, and from the praises—so sparefully given to you—the band nearly snapped.

"Four."

"God, please—"

"Three."

Your sobs were full of desperation as you held back and held on. Your walls were clenching around nothing all while you were filled to the brim. Your nipples were hard from the tugs and caresses of the shadows, and as a tentacle of shadows slipped around your throat, you nearly slipped.

"Ah, ah, ah," Henry brought his finger to his lips, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not yet. What comes after three, darling?"

"Two," you sobbed. "Two."

"Smart girl. So close, aren't you? You should see what I'm seeing. How needy you look. How pretty when you come this undone."

His words traveled through your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Henry—"

"Are you ready, darling?"

"Please—"

"One."

And the band snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you, brutal and blinding. Your thighs shook, your nails clawed at the wall at your back, and you gasped, and mewled, and sobbed for him. 

"There you go," he cooed. "That's a good girl."

The shadow inside you slowed down its pace as it made your orgasm last and last until it was bordering pain.

You were a sopping, sobbing, throbbing mess, and to hear your own voice babbling away without any control of what you were saying—promising to be his, begging, pleading, praying—made your cheeks burn.

Yet it was good.

Even with the pain it was so good.

So right as the shadows faded away, and Henry landed you into his arms, slow and steady. Careful, as if you were something fragile.

His lips were gentle as they found your forehead, his hand warm as it cradled your cheek, covered in tears fresh and dried up. 

His voice was something to hold onto as he spoke. "You did so good, sweetheart. You made me so proud."

He was the only man who could do this to you: break you, only to make you whole once more.

And for the first time in hours you dared to close your eyes.

[rainyecliptic]

Just how you like it - Henry Creel X fem!reader

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.

[sonsikll]

"It wasn't you. It was never you."

[itszukka]

Hopelessly Devoted to You Ch. 1

Pairing: Henry Creel/Vecna/ 001 x Reader

Summary: When Henry reaches into your mind inside the Creel House, he doesn’t just see your fear, he sees you. What begins as manipulation slowly turns into something far more dangerous: a connection neither of you is ready to name.

Warning: Dark, manipulation, angst, semi slowburn lol and JAMIEEEE.

A/N: I was thinking of making this a series, let me know what yall think! Also the finaleee OMGGGG it was crazy and jamie def deserves all the awards. Also thinking of doing a taglist. Let me know if you guys want to be added. OKay ENJOYYY MY LOVESS <3

Next Chapter The old, creaky floorboards of the Creel House were the only sounds inside, broken only by the occasional screech of demobats circling outside.

Nancy was the first to enter the house surveying the surroundings and leading the way. Nancy turned towards the group “Robin and I will take the second floor. You and Steve, survey the first floor.” She gave a firm nod and began walking cautiously up the stairs with Robin. You and Steve locked eyes, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder “I said this to Eddie and I will reiterate to you, don’t be a hero, we stick together and we leave this hell hole together, got it?” His eyes searched yours, flickering back and forth, waiting for your answer. To agree. You took a deep breath, holding back the horrible thoughts of what could happen, you nodded and placed your hand on top of his “Got it.” 

“Good.” Steve smiled and then adjusted his gear, determined. “Come on.” You and Steve began walking carefully, making sure not to trigger any vines. You felt your heart race, not knowing if it was adrenaline or fear, probably both but you gripped your spear tighter and firmer preparing for what was yet to come. You hoped that this would be the end of  everything, the demogorgons, deaths, sadness, and fear. You just wanted normal, a place free of horror. Where you could bask in the sunlight, listen to your favorite song and not needing it to save you but to just feed you happiness. To be held and cared for just because and not because danger demanded it. You just want to be free. The grandfather clock had rung. 

“You can have it all, join me where fear no longer consumes you.” Your breath hitched hearing  his voice. You felt him, the warmth of his breath against your neck. You slowly turned your body, your eyes refusing to meet his. You expected his Vecna form but instead you were met with Henry. His blonde hair falling softly on his eyes as he looked down at you, towering your form. Your eyes finally met his crystal clear blue eyes. Your legs and hands began to shake slightly but you weren’t going to let him see what he did to you. 

“Why would you do that?” You asked firmly but cursed yourself for the whisper it came out in. Your hand slowly began to reach into your pocket for the knife you had there. Henry reached out his left hand and raised it towards your hair, tucking it behind your ear softly. “You remind me of someone, I want to give you what I couldn’t give to her. I can keep you safe. I am the only one that can truly understand you.” “And if I dont… go with you?” His eyes shifted and the hand that had gently tucked your hair back now gripped your jaw, forcing you closer, your faces mere centimeters apart.

Henry spoke calmly contradicting his actions. “Then your friends won’t make it out alive. And your mother, fragile as she is, will be the first to break. And you my dear, your fate will be much worse than theirs.” Henry looks into your eyes inching closer to your lips “but why choose them? You’re already alone in this world. I can make your hurt go away.”

Suddenly the world around shifted.

You were younger. Smaller.

The air was still and a bright light shined through the familiar window, you felt your heart sink as you realized where you were. Your room. You stood frozen as the memory unfolded around you. The sound of a door slamming echoed down the hall, followed by raised voices, angry, slurred and sharp. You knew what came next. You always did.

“You did everything right,” Henry’s voice whispered near you. “You did what you could do, stayed quiet, stayed out of the way. You learned from an early age how to survive.” He held your shoulders from behind and turned you towards your tiny form, crying into her knees that were pulled towards her chest as she covered her ears in hopes that it would block out the never ending nightmares.

“You learned how to disappear, how to carry everything alone,” Henry said gently. 

Your throat burned. 

“That’s why this world hurts you,” he went on. “Because it was never built for someone like you.”

The world around you began to change and morph. 

You were now at school. A hallway. Laughter that wasn’t meant to include you. A shoulder brushing past yours without an apology. A voice calling you too sensitive, too much, not enough. You weren’t sure which hurt more.

“You see?” Henry murmured “Everywhere you go, you’re surviving instead of living.”

Henry’s presence is warm and close behind you.

“I can stop this,” he said. “No more fear. No more waiting for something to break. No more pretending you’re fine when you’re not.” The world stilled. Your heartbeat slowed. For the first time in what felt like forever… it didn’t hurt as much. You exhaled shakily. And for a moment, just a moment, you let yourself imagine it.

A life without constant vigilance. Without the ache in your chest. Without needing to be brave all the time. A place where you didn’t have to earn care or prove your worth just to keep it. Henry felt the shift immediately.

“That’s it,” he whispered, closer now. “You don’t have to fight anymore.” Your fingers loosened around the spear. Your shoulders began to loosen and fall.

Henry turned you gently to face him. His blue eyes searched yours, not hungry, not rushed but patient. Certain.

“Choose yourself,” he said quietly. “Just this once.”

Your lips parted. Your heart pounded, not with fear, but with something dangerously close to hope. And for the first time since stepping into the Creel House…

You almost said yes.

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mr. whatsit's wife headcanons

SFW AND NSFW!!! MINORS DNI AFTER THE SPLIT

sfw 𖦹 he treats you the absolute best you've ever been treated by any man, no matter what. he knows what you've been through. he knows what you want, what you need, and if it means keeping you in his house instead of the forest, he is going to give it to you. 𖦹 has a couple pet names he uses ranging from "darling" to "love" to "ma'am."

ex: "henry, could you reach for that bowl for me? it's too high up." you say as you actively reach for it. "yes, ma'am," he softly says with a smirk, knowing damn well he put it too high so you would have to ask for his help. a reminder that you need him

𖦹 he knows everything there is to know about you, straight from your mind. he knows yours likes and dislikes, and will randomly come home with gifts that just-so-happen to be the exact book you were wanting etc. 𖦹 cooks and cleans the house without shame if you have been having a bad day. you'll come downstairs from wherever you were hiding/resting and catch him finishing up with the dishes, a rag over his shoulder and another in his hands as he skillfully scrubs the plate. 𖦹 he becomes obsessed with you. you are never getting away from him no matter what. you are his, and he fully accepts that he is yours. 𖦹 IF HE WERE TO STAY BAD: it is because he has decided that, despite what he has created with you, he was made to change the world with the mind flayer and he will be damned if he were to stop now. he would softly apologize in the cave as he is beaten down, knowing he is hurting you, but does not turn on the plan. 𖦹 IF HE WERE CONVINCED TO CHANGE: will makes sure to include the life he could have with you. henry pauses, eyes turning to your frightened ones in the cave. he slowly closes his eyes as he pleads for will to leave him alone. will continues, and henry looks at you again. you watch as he begins to think. suddenly, he speaks, "how could i get a life with her? how would that be possible." and will immediately starts talking to him. 𖦹 not a single soul could ever get close enough to hurt you. he would kill them if they tried. 𖦹 if you were not obedient and tried to go into the forest more than once, henry would have a demodog appear, and just in time henry takes the demodog out before grabbing your arm and taking you back inside. he pulls you towards his chest, pretending to franticly check and make sure you weren't hurt. you don't try to leave again.

MINORS DNI FROM HERE ON!!!!

nsfw 𖦹 if you were to make any move first, let's say grab his crotch while kissing in his bed, he can't help but groan in your ear 𖦹 he studies your past sexual experiences before you guys do anything. if it's your first time, he takes it upon himself to use what he has seen from other people's minds. 𖦹 you are his first, too. he has been too busy working with the mind flayer and setting up his plan until this point to ever do anything. he grows attached the second he pushes into you. 𖦹 he loves a good chase. never into the woods, but you'll play hide and seek, and wherever he finds you is where you're going to take him. 𖦹 he sometimes pretends that you are in control, let's you think you are, but he is still fully in control of the situation and is quick to remind you if you get too ahead of yourself. 𖦹 he degrades you, but covers it up with praises at the same time

ex: "look at how pathetic you look, darling, taking my dick in your throat like a good girl"

𖦹 he is an eater. he can't help it when you look so pretty obediently laying there for him. 𖦹 he is not shy. ever. even when he does not really know what he is doing, (let's face it, that's never) his confidence screams he knows exactly what he is doing to you. 𖦹 if you ever try to run or even just hide from him, he immediately forces you to sit in his lap. he will explain all of the rules and manipulate you into feeling in the wrong for wanting to leave while his fingers expertly fuck you into a trance. by the end of it, all you can babble is "yes, sir! i'm so sorry!" he will then kiss the top of your head, carry you bridal style to your room, get you all washed up, and cuddle you to sleep. 𖦹 his punishments only get more intense from there if you were to continue to try and escape. he gets creative, always bringing you to a space of compliance and submission without completely torturing you. 𖦹 he definitely loves to be called sir during sex. it just screams that you are submitting to him, and he fucking loves that. 𖦹 he is definitely into spanking, choking, hair-pulling etc. and getting to use you for his own pleasure is one of his favorite pass times. 𖦹 though he is a monster, i do not believe he would ever force you to have sex with him if you clearly did not want to. despite everything, he wants your consent and wouldn't be able to enjoy himself knowing you didn't want what was happening. the bastard being able to read your mind helps a lot. 𖦹 he enjoys taking you anywhere and everywhere around the house ( at least before the kids start living there)

ex: standing in the kitchen, you press yourself up against the dining room table as your arm swipes the rag across it. one hand supports your body as you try to bend to reach further. "need some help with that, darling?" startled, you go to turn just as he pushes himself against you and you can feel his hardened dick. your eyes flutter and you push against his body. he groans, dropping his head into the side of your neck, peppering kisses there. your head falls back at the feeling. he slides your dress up.

𖦹 he would definitely want you after a failed attempt at whatever he is doing that day. he would come home and walk into the room you are sitting in, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt. his hair is messy and his shirt already has some buttons undone at the top. he gives you a glance before muttering a low "c'mere."

okay that's all i've got for now ! i'm a slut for mr. whatsit what can i sayyyy