#vecnahenryone

[sonsikll]

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

[withdevovotion]

actually my biggest question is why nobody is talking about vecna saying “dont struggle, it’ll only hurt more if you do” to will before showing him the greatest fear visions.

does nobody give a fuck about the insane assault implications and what a crazy writing decision that was or

[janicekao]

The 13th Vessel

Pairing: Henry Creel x Black oc Summary: Twelve vessels, all children, all Vecna's energy resources to merge two dimensions together... But the thirteenth vessel? Well, She is kept closest to him, and her purpose has a bit more depth to it than the rest. Warnings: #StrangerThings #Season5 #Vecna #001 #HenryCreel #JamieCampbellBower #Mr.WhatsIt #SortaMonsterSex #Dark!HenryCreel #Deceitful!HenryCreel #Manipulative!HenryCreel #Dom!HenryCreel #Sadist!HenryCreel #Obsessive!HenryCreel #Stalker!HenryCreel #Needy!HenryCreel #Cutesy!OC #Fem!OC #Naive!OC #SlightBratTaming #HumilationKink #DegradationKink #FreeUseKink #SlightlyNonCon #HeadFemRecieving #RoughSex #CreamPie #SluttedOut #BreedingKink #MindGames #FilthyAF #ToxicAF #SmutAF #18+ 3k words Wattpad link -------------------------

Janet Terrance's last memory was flickering lights in her apartment and a Demogorgan crashing through a ceiling portal and snatching her out of bed... The only thing left in unit 4B of 'Hawkins Hills Apartments & Townhouses' is all of the young woman's belongings, her two kittens, and a twelve-foot crease of a sealed-over gateway above her mattress.

She awakens, gasping in fear and lying against hardwood flooring— waxed and polished, as is the rest of the stunning, and warmly furnished home.

"Shh shh, I'm here." A familiar voice comforts her while the man that it comes from kneels towards her on the floor.

She recognizes him, "Henry?" Within seconds, Janet latches onto his familiarity.

Over the past two weeks, the two have grown a budding relationship full of flirtatious jesters and kind conversation. He began showing up to the window of the diner she waitresses at daily, never missing a shift.

'Henry Creel' soon introduced himself; coming inside for one cup of coffee that he never once drank, as if he were there for Janet's company alone... Her boss and coworkers seemed to be annoyed with his daily visits—although they never actually spoke about seeing him... they only joked crudely that Janet needed a mental evaluation for pouring a cup of Joe each morning for her imaginary friend... "She's worse than my baby-sister talking to some invisible person she calls Mr. WhatsIt!" One of the other waitresses laughed. But Henry wasn't imaginary, nor was Janet crazy.

Now feeling immediate comfort in her dear friend's embrace after the horror that she has endured, Janet spills it all. "... Its face, it spread open into thousands of teeth! Grabbed me by my ankles and snatched me right from beneath the blankets!" She continues with her story, panicked with streams of tears streaming down her soft doll-like features.

"Horrible... you absolutely poor thing, come here." Another hug against his chest brings her closer, although Henry knows that the exact monster who frightened her is only one of his own.

A secret hides within him... One that he wishes the now powerful "Will The Wise" will never come to realize as he hacks his way into the mind-hive. Although it is well-known to Will and his friends that Vecna is syphoning energy from twelve children from a place called 'The Abyss', what they fail to realize is that deeper into the cave where they are held and connected to his tentacles, there is a victim that doesn't quite match the group of hostage-adolescents. A young lady is kept closest to Vecna's body... The very Janet Terrance, the woman that has become the bane of Henry Creel's existence, the key to his future of love life, happiness, and an unbreakable bond to share as he makes her his queen in a world he is soon to create.

The children: vessels to manipulate and amplify his powers as he merges the Upside Down, the Abyss, and the human world into one utopia he can rule... Janet: a reason to do it... a partner worth creating a whole new world for.

Through the weeks of socializing with her, he has seen it in her eyes... The hungry attraction and vigor that they both share, love beneath fear, primal need for one another's affection— and long awaited, as the bridge between Hawkins and the Abyss continues to collapse, it is far past time to claim his bride. With two realms combining, Henry Creel plans to be the ruler of this new world— and he'll be damned if he did it alone.

"I even felt a scratch on my ankle! See, look here—" As Janet continues to explain, lo and behold— there is no injury to her ankle, no fuzzy socks, or her favorite pajamas she was wearing in bed either... Suddenly the dream-state that she has been forced into confuses her, even taking a bit of trust away from her dearest friend Henry. "Where did this dress come from? And-and these shoes? They aren't mine... Henry, where am I?"

A floral-striped dress and a strappy pair of pumps reminds her of the image of a housewife... Perhaps one that would live in a home just like this.

"You're safe. I'm here to protect you from the monsters that have you in such tears. Do you really think I could let anything harm you, Janet?" Smarter than the naive children, she begins to place things in order. Clearly in some type of hypnosis, she knows that this very moment can't be real.

Dapper in his brown suit, hat, and gentle smile on his handsomely full lips, Henry continues to calm her. Knowingly born and raised in Hawkins, Henry makes up a story to blame it all on the military that has surrounded the small town for the last two years now. Some type of myth that the military is using all of Hawkins as test subjects for experimenting a fatal disease that they'll use as warfare on other countries if needed be. An attack on the country's very own people and that it's up to her and him to stop it. Allegedly 'blessed' by God with his ability of mind control, he promises that he cannot save the world alone—that it would be her who he needs to rule alongside him.

Her petite hand is caressed alongside his large palm and slender fingers as she is brought up to her feet. Adoring every second of his alone time with her, Henry presses his snout to the top of her head, kissing her dark-strands gently as he inhales the scent of her conditioner that drives him feral.

"We hardly know each other, and I don't have any powers as you do. I wouldn't be of any help, why choose me?" The fright and confusion in her round doe eyes charm him achingly. Why choose her? Because in his eyes he's never met someone so perfect.

"You." He strokes her shoulder-length black tresses, pushing them behind her ears where diamond-studded earrings that truly, in reality they don't even exist. Her jewelry shines and gathers light pouring through the curtains of his parlor as Janet continues to stare in complete confusion of where it all came from. "You hold as much power as anything I've ever witnessed, and without any of the abnormal abilities at that. Sure, just the prettiest diner girl I've ever seen—yet somehow, you are the human embodiment of energy, dominion, and all things perfect in this world. A queen, My Queen, who has yet to take my hand."

Drawing her manicured fingers back, she again refuses the offer to take his hand as his queen. "I woke up in some strange place... A man overtop of me and asked for me to be his queen!? Christ, sure I've poured you cups of coffee that forever went untouched! But I have yet to even— even write my number down on your hand, go out on a date to the movie theater or roller-rink!!! A chance to even find out if I actually like you!"

His eyebrows furrow, kindness completely withering away. "So we will just have to skip all of that, time runs short, you see... and I'm not a man of great patience."

He sighs, regaining the patience and grace the villain inside forces him to pretend to be. "With me, I'll give you whatever it is that you want."

Henry's mind games begin to make her hallucinate a life she has always dreamed of. "I can give you that big Hollywood break you have always wanted." He smiles as an image of Janet dressed up on a paparazzi-filled red carpet makes her heart stop. "Look at that..." He teases, "prettier than Whitney Houston and competition for her too!" Suddenly the hallucination of a famous Janet is holding multiple Grammys.

"Stop it." Her eyes shut tightly, wishing that the mind-torture would just come to an end.

Henry steps closer... "Or how about—" His height of over six feet is like a cold shadow engulfing her delicate frame.  "All the cash you would need to fix up your family's home? Isn't that what you want?" Closely behind her, his baritone and manipulation is chilling. His lips press to the side of her neck, then to her jawline and cheek, swindling her with charm and light admirable kisses. "No more working double shifts to send cash home to your family to help your parents with the needs of your little siblings. Oh, Sweet girl— would you let me do that for you?"

The image of the pile of money suddenly fades into a Thanksgiving dinner-table with an apple pie as the centerpiece. "Or perhaps you just want something simpler, sweeter... like that very special favorite treat your grandma would bake you for the holidays, or even when you just were feeling down." Janet begins to tremble, suddenly smelling the extremely missed scent of her favorite dessert that her late grandmother used to make her whenever she would ask for it.

"Perhaps..." The hallucination again changes, "perhaps you would just want your grandmother..."

The sweet smile of her late grandmother standing before her makes her gasp. Janet reaches out to hold onto her— yet the image fades like mist.

...

"Is this real?" Nearly brought to tears again, Henry's dirty tricks begin to convince her.

"Oh, it can be." Selfishly heated by the stirring sounds of Janet's sobs, the sadistic attraction of weakening her, Henry begins to make hot like an oven. "Our life together— not even a night would pass by without the taste of ecstasy and bliss."

"I don't understand, as in-- you'd spoil me?" Her innocence is blinding.

"In many ways..." He nods, "and I am dying to show you." Her heels clack against the preserved floors as she is forcefully turned to face him. With a possessive grip on her waist and the other cuffed against her neck, Henry's lips clash onto hers. Falling victim to this kiss, Janet's mouth falls prey to his tongue as their shared moans weaken them both.

His breathing becomes trembled, almost spewing whining yips as his lips travel across her face and neck— fingers tearing the buttons of her top open as each of them ping to the ground. Living in his own personal Hell, Henry Creel hasn't felt the touch of a woman in decades— his cock now standing tent-like against his trousers, begging for the feel of a sweltering tight cunt if it kills him.

A Demogorgan-like grip on her wrists drags her again to the floors of the home. Henry finds himself lingering over her, lifting the outfit he chose her to wear in this dream-state spent together, knowingly having her without panties beneath this pretty little skirt.

As the skirt is pulled above her waist, leaving her bare, Janet's legs are parted open for his taking... not by his hands or body, but by a stern point as the lights flicker above him. Suddenly she realizes that not only does he have the power to reach into minds, but a physical force without using a muscle at all.

His thumb swipes through the slit of her womanhood, from her bundle of nerves to the absolute opening of her as he bundles her secretions along his thumbprint, suckling it against his tongue as his eyes shut—enjoying the very taste of her.

Blushing red from the violation, she has yet to see the last of him. Like a man starved, Henry loses his chestnut-colored suede hat, diving into the heat of her with lips pouty and a corrupted sense of hunger.

Alarmed by the abrupt tongue kiss below, Janet's eyes widen as her back arches from the wooden floors. "Henry!" She shouts his name—embarrassed by the lewd performance yet simultaneously easing her fingers through the handsome-smelling pomade of his blonde waves. His breath is hot on her warm mound, somehow the warmth of it all shooting icy chills up her spine as his tongue laps at the pleasure she tends to leak. Henry's sharp nose prods at her clit, tongue diving cock-like into her core as he refuses breath for himself. When his nose isn't busy probing her needy bud, it seems to be often suckled into his mouth—kissed on and praised as Janet's legs tremble and knees attempt to cave in on his head... yet his threatening grasp against her plush thighs keeps her open and wide for him. Out of all the things he can create with his mind, whether it be pies or any dessert he could think of, it is Janet he wishes to devour, Janet who he needs to feel dripping down his chin.

"Give into me. All of you." His voice deepens impossibly darker, demanding her to cum right against his face and foggy spectacles.

A whiny mess in front of him, she refuses it, attempting to be unfazed by the rough dimpling grasps of her breasts in his hands each time that he reaches up from his feasting and takes a fistful of the buxom body he has claimed to belong to him. She just can't... She can’t come undone and show gratifying satisfaction to the man who was sick enough to make her hallucinate a dead loved one to get the best of her!

But the circling tip of an extremely precise tongue says otherwise... sturdy, and pink, his wet flesh knocks the breath from her body and nearly blinds her with the simple motion of flicking the peak of nerves that have already gone shot, Janet squeals as pleasure takes over her, convulsing into a moan that becomes her villainous lover's favorite sound.

With lips glossed from her released pleasure, the grinding of his trousers against the floor has Henry close to his very own break, whether an accident or not—he drops his image...revealing a blink in time of the true creature he is out of the dream-state.

Just for a moment, the monster known as Vecna comes to the eye...enough to make Janet gasp in fright even if when she blinks again, the image of the handsome man that swooned her is back above her. However, her fear is just what he craved...knowing what she saw, the terror clamps up her entire body, a tension that he needs to feel—the exact tightness he wishes for along his aching cock.

With the swift sound of an unzip, Henry's earnest rod seeps into her, snug against her tight walls. His hips lay heavily against her and the absolute fullness of her pussy makes Janet delirious. Stuffed full with impatient flesh, Janet's arms wrap around Henry's neck as the rough pumping takes her breath away. Toyed with enough to be the ride of his life, the woman he obsesses over lays beneath him teased, gushing, mound hot and ready as it takes his aching need near professional.

Eyebrows furrowing as each thrust weakens him, he makes plans for this pussy, more than a ring—he is prepared to give her an entire universe, thrilled with devious excitement to spend every day fucking just like this on a throne where he will dictate realms on realms. "Divine." His voice is the tone he uses as Vecna, chilling and demonic. "Divine perfection." In the moment, he could even be back in that very monstrous form—but Janet wouldn't know...not with her eyes tightly shut as she's pummeled into oblivion by nine angry inches.

Her nails dig into Henry's back as her marbles are fucked loose, the pain only grows his vigor stronger, making him grin as a sinister kiss is placed on her cheek. "So good for me. Aren't you baby?"

"M-uhhh, please..." Dazed, she's clueless to her very own begging. However, Henry takes it however he wants, "No need to beg, sweet one." The pleasure makes him stutter as the ache of a drawn-up sack makes him incoherent, "G—God... you'll have this cock every day, won't ever need to ask."

Whether the lewd tune of sloshing through perfect pussy or the harmony of Janet's every moan and sinful yip, Henry pulses and jolts as his rod chases a soon-to-be-spend of his milky pleasure. A tongue kiss and rough pumping is ecstasy for them both, panting against each other's lips as his rhythm quickens brutishly as her arms are now pinned over her head.

Spoiled by the good fuck, Janet becomes ashamed by the neediness of wishing for more. However, knowing his time is running short, his sporadic pumps and lack of sense reminds her of the spill that will soon fill her. Her hands suddenly reach down, finding the sharp pelvic bones of his slim and taught body. She tries to slow the thrusting of his hips, yet it would be utterly impossible to stop the delight that he finds from plunging into her sweet little cunt. Breathless, she attempts to speak sense back into the feral beast above, making a slut out of her as she can hardly form any words. "You're gonna— Mmm'fuck, Henry please.." Aware of the lack of contraception in her system, Janet has never been a fan of the extra-added pounds that the pill gave her... She tries to beat the earth-shattering pleasure from making her a babbling mute, needing to remind him of how fertile she truly is. "You're gonna—"

"Fill you with all that I have, fatten your womb and belly with my seed? Oh, don't I know it."

The rough fuck becomes vengeful, cockhead knocking at her cervix, and assuring a certain shot of his seed to plant in her womb. "All part of the plan, my love. Why let there be only one of me— when something as tantalizing and breathtaking as you will bring me so much more. Enough offspring for an army, enough sons and daughters— fearless and as capable as what we are as a team, hm?"

Keen to his savagery, she refuses to be his breeding mutt— regardless if the sex has made her feel more alive than she ever has felt before, "I won't!" A panicked shout leaves her lips as her ovulating body craves exactly everything that he speaks of.

"No?" ...

She never knew a one-worded question could hold such a threat. Henry's hips thrust once more as he grunts with a veined embellishment popping from his sweaty forehead. Her stubbornness only turns him on further, releasing wave after wave of his thick spend—pent up, and shamefully sticky, it spews out of her swollen mound and the sides of his immense girth... so much that the overflow ruins both of their clothes and floor beneath them.

Janet's eyebrows furrow and her pouty lips open into a dropped jaw, embarrassed by the creeping orgasm that absolutely consumes her. The shame of it all eats away at her, being captivated and aroused the most by his possessive-degradation and strict claim on her.

Henry's long fingers trace the perfect definition of her face. Her mile long wispy eyelashes soaked in tears of pleasure and shame, her soft cheeks peachy and still flushed with exhilaration, and those sweetly-kissable lips—thick and soon to take his cock down her gullet for the rest of the evening, the rest of her little life. "All mine."

Henry grins, a smile clearly threatening yet it continues to cause his lover to soak between her thighs. "Shall we?" He asks. "Again?"

Needy, and turned into a monster of her own... Janet doesn't even recognize herself—the poor girl is thoughtless, only wanting, needing more.

Overly sex-dazed, she bites her lip with a submissive nod of a diabolically sweet 'yes'.

Henry's thumb tracing across perfect dick-sucking lips seep onto the bed of her tongue, Janet's mouth obediently closes against it as Henry's blue eyes watch attentively at her seductive suckling.

Henry breathes out, overly inflamed by the sight of his obedient little lamb. "We are going to do such beautiful things together, Janet.... Such... beautiful things."

[alexrainbow]

Why is he literally like this? 😭

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Him and I

Henry Creel x F!Reader Part 3

Summary: Robin finds a journal unveiling the secret life of you and your lover.

Recommended music: Inbred by Ethel Cain

Word count: 1899 Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Warnings: Gun talk Taglist: @joostkleinn, @aiyuhh, @puppyminnnie, @cannibalcoyote, @edb954, @luxyash

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Cold air gently blows through your (H/C) hair as you walk up the white metal stairs wrapped around the side of the laboratory building. Each footstep made a quick squeak noise as the thin metal bent under them. You shove your hands into the pockets of the white lab coat, its thinness barely providing any heat. A big crack is heard as you take the last step on the metal platform with your short black heels. You cuss under your breath for not bringing a sweater, but it was a short break anyway.

Working in the middle of nowhere had its perks: no sound or light pollution from the city, no beeping cars, no crying or wailing children, no police sirens—you could go on and on. You went to your usual spot in the back of the roof, where a wall and a few ledges supporting black railings provided nice seats. Well, until your butt became numb. 

Misty air comes out of your lips as you look up at the blue sky. It was getting colder. All the leaves had fallen, and frost started covering the grass and the windows of cars. You loved leaving smiley faces on your coworkers' cars, everyone was so serious here. 

Wrapping your arms around your legs, your head rests on the side of your arm as you stare out into the sky again. 

*squeak...squeak…squeak…”

Your head darts to the same stairs that brought you to the roof. Who would come up here? Nobody knew about this spot, and you were hoping to keep it a secret.

“Henry?”  you blurted as you saw the familiar face peek above the wall. “What are you doing here?”

“It's far too dark and cold out, Doctor.” Henry replies as he walks up to you, handing a sweater from behind his back. “I noticed you leaving without one.” 

You thank him as you grab it from his hands. “Ow!” A shock travels through your fingers as his met yours. Looking at each other, you couldn’t help but laugh at each other's scrunched faces.

“How’s your night going, Henry?” You ask, trying to hide your smile. 

“Could be better.” his hands connect behind his back as he turns to face the blue starry sky. He looks down to find your eyes looking up at him. “How about you, doctor?” 

You look away from him as “doctor” rolls out in his deep voice. “I told you to stop calling me that, (y/n) is just fine.” Your eyes meet up with his again. “But my night is going well, I just needed a break from that stuffy room.”

“Well, I would like to call you the way you wish, but I don’t want to get in trouble.”

You rub your cold neck with your hand as a sense of guilt arises. He doesn’t want to talk about his treatment, and you’re in no place to bring it up. 

“May I?” Henry’s hand is reaching for the sweater lying on your knees.

“Oh yeah, sorry.” You’d assume he brought it for you, shivering as the cold slips through your legs again. However, Henry doesn’t take the sweater for himself as you feel him drape the black cloth around your shoulders. Your ears burn as you feel his fingers on your shoulders, that was insanely kind of him. 

He sits down beside you and asks, “How are the kids performing?” 

“What kids? OH—the kids, right, um.” Clearing your throat, you answer, “They’re progressing very well, a few are a bit behind, but it’s really due to their age.”

“What about Eleven?” When he asks, his calm, usual demeanour became the same of a journalist.

“Oh, she’s a bit behind as well.” A grunt leaves his throat. “To be honest…”

“What is it, (Y/N)?” he asks, receiving a smile back.

“She’s a really sweet kid. They all are, but I think she might be getting picked on.” You watch his hand curl into itself, a few veins popping out. “I don’t know if I can do anything but—”

He turns to look at you, “she’ll be watched over, don’t worry.” Henry assures as his calm self comes back.

A silence falls amongst you both, sitting in the silence of the forest and the whistling of the winds. A few orange lights around the compound illuminate the grounds in a way candles do. A night like this would be perfect for some warm tea and dessert.

“What’s your favourite picnic snack?” You ask him

“A picnic…” You watch as he struggles to croak out words, and you wonder if he’s ever had one. “I liked eating those small sausages,” he chuckles as if he forgot. “My mom…ahem, she would slice them in a way that when they cooked, their legs would curl up. It looked like it had tentacles.”

“That's incredibly adorable… Henry likes tentacles.” You side-eye him as a smirk grows on your face.

“Really?” His voice deepens as his eyebrows raise. He shakes his head and looks away. “And you?

“(Your snack)!” you exclaim without thinking. How could anyone not like them?

“Eugh.” Henry shuddered at the thought of your snack taking you by surprise.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘eugh’?” You question, mimicking his face.

“No one in their right mind would eat that; it’s so—”

“Oh yeah, and you like tentacle sausages.” You interrupt him, pointing a finger in his face.

His large hand engulfs your smaller hand, holding it firmly as his eyes capture yours in shock. “Don’t tell me you don’t like sausages.”

You scoff as your face turns warmer. “Well, they’re not too bad…” You attempt to argue but feel yourself getting distracted by the blue eyes staring into your (E/C) ones. The warmth he radiates urges your body to be closer, his breath against your face pushes you to lean in.

“Oh, sorry.” He removes his hand and creates some space as you mutter an ‘its alright.’

You wrap your arms back around your body, missing the warmth so close to you. “Ok, your turn.”

“My turn?” He questions.

“Yeah, ask a question.”

His eyes fall to the ground as he thinks. What could he ask you? It was the most difficult task he had today.

“Well, If you could go anywhere, where would it be?”

 A sharp exhale is his reply to a tricky question. “Mmm… I’d have to say anywhere near a body of water. I really love the water, whether it’s a pond, a river, or a lake.” 

“Have you been to the beaches around here?” 

“No, I, uh, haven’t really had the time.” 

“That’s quite the shame.”

“What about you?” You ask, laying your head against your arms to face him.

“When I was younger, I had to go on these adventures, let’s call them. I would have to collect samples from the woods, and that's where I stumbled upon this rock.” he pauses, getting up. “Its shape was that of a skull—”

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“Skull Rock” 

“What about it?” Hopper asks as he reloads the shotgun in his hands.

“It was one of Henry’s favourite places,” you look to the boys, “and it’s near Lovers Lake.”

Lucas gets up from the couch. “That can be our meetup point. It’s easy to find, and it’s near the passage from the gate at Lovers Lake. There should be a crack big enough for all of us.”

“We’ll need to bring El then.” Dustin chips in. 

“Let’s move quickly; we only got a few hours,” Mike announces.

You watch as the large group of unfamiliar faces throw on armour, buckle their boots, and carry boxes filled with heavy equipment come in and out of the radio station's doors. A few hours ago, you were gardening while listening to Madonna while sipping warm tea, and now you’re dressed in Camo and holding weapons you’ve never seen or used before. 

You look at the brown journal lying on the small coffee table filled with the stories you shared with the man they all despise and eagerly waiting to kill. To kill. They were going to kill him. If it didn’t hit you before, it sure did now. 

“How are you holding up?” Your eyes find the boy with a bandana wrapped around his head. 

Smiling, ‘Steve, right?’ you ask

“Yep, the one and only,” he grunts out as he sits down next to you. The silence is loud as you forget to answer his question until you see his arched brow.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.” Even though you confidently blurted it out, even clueless Mike would be able to tell you’re lying.

“You see that girl over there?” He points to the girl with the wavy bob, and you nod in acknowledgment. “I used to be in love with her until she left me for Jonathon over there.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.” You didn’t know what to say. You weren’t really preparing to deal with this boy's heartbreak story before killing someone.

“Yeah, well, you see that other girl with that shorter bob.” He asks, pointing to another girl. 

“Yes?”

“Yeah, I also used to like her until she rejected me.”

“Oh—”

“Listen, I’m not here to sob about my failed relationships; I’m over it. Well, kind of, but the point is,” he inhales sharply, “I know what it’s like to lose someone you cared about. We all do. Vecna has taken so much from us, from Joyce, from Will, from Eleven.” his gaze shifts from you to his hands. “When I first brought you the book, I recognized that look as if I was looking at my own goddamn self. It was like looking in the mirror when I saw Nancy and Jonathon every time they were together, like I lost.”

You stayed silent, not knowing what to add on. He was right about everything and how you felt. So what was there to say?

“He really meant a lot to me in there, you know?” A sigh escapes your cracking voice. “We would tell each other everything and would take care of each other. When I looked at him, it was a sense of comfort knowing I’d have him at the end of the day. We were the only constants for each other…” Your head falls as your hair shelters the pained expression on your face. You’ve spent years trying to forget, forgetting his voice, his warm hands, and his reassuring presence. “I don’t want to believe anything; I feel like I'm being told a lie, but there’s nothing to prove me wrong.” Your face falls into your hands, trying to stop the burning sensation in your eyes. “I sit here and just think about how stupid I am, how I fell for it all.”

“Yep, that sounds like a broken heart, alright.” He chuckles as you look up at him. “The way you wrote about him, the things you said and shared. As a guy, there’s no way he didn’t care about you.”

You sit up, wiping your nose with your sleeve. “See, now that gives me hope, a false sense of hope.”

“Vecna might have a weakness in all of this,” Steve says, mirroring your movement.

You chuckle under your breath, “and what might that be?”

“You.” You pause in your steps as Steve continues to walk away. 

What could you do to stop Vecna?

[the-doves-call]

ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕀𝕀𝕀 - 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕥𝕙 (ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

Pairing: orderly!Henry Creel x reader

Description: After escaping from the lab, a cabin in the woods seems like a great place to freshen up.

Content: 18+ mdni, unprotected piv, pining, oral, dom!Henry, minor Daddy kink, no use of y/n

Word count: 2.3k

Part 1, Part 2

You didn’t have your memories, but you were free with an undeniably sexy blonde man by your side. He had a firm grip on your arm as you trekked through the woods, looking for any sanctuary. If you wanted to thrive in the real world, you couldn’t look like someone from a mental ward with Henry still in his orderly uniform, covered in blood.

Yet, it must have been your lucky day, as you began to see an object through the trees. Henry noticed it too and pulled you toward it, the thicket clearing to reveal a cabin. The shutters were drawn, but it didn’t seem inhabited. There was a dirt road leading to it, but no car nearby. As you walked to the porch, you tried the doorknob, but it uselessly jiggled. 

You opened your mouth to suggest breaking a window, but Henry’s head jerked upwards, and the door flew inward. “Forgot I could do that, now?” He peered at you with a faint smirk as he led you inside.

The cabin was dusty, but it seemed cozy. A dining table was pushed into the corner with a television mounted on the wall, and you saw a kitchenette on the left. A large rug was in the center of the room with sofas and armchairs on the outside. To the left and the right were doors leading to other rooms. Henry went to the left while you tried the door on the right. Upon pushing it open, you saw a nice bedroom with a king-sized bed lying in the center. 

You turned to inform Henry of your discovery, but were shocked to see him making his way toward you, already unbuttoning his shirt.

“Don’t you want to wait a moment before-”

Henry spoke at the same time. “I found the bathroom.”

He stopped his movements and stared at you uncomfortably for a moment. He slowly began to smirk as he stepped closer to you; he only needed a few strides with his long legs. “Well, if that’s where your mind’s headed.” He cocked his head to the side as he leaned toward you. With his shirt half undone, you couldn’t help but stare at his chest. 

He leaned in close to speak in your ear. “Oh, you naughty girl. I feel hot and sticky, though. Come, I’ve thought of a compromise.” His hands found their way to your back and legs, and he effortlessly lifted you, carrying you to the bathroom.

With his mind, he slammed the door shut and turned on the water. He placed you on the counter as he infuriatingly slowly began to undo the rest of his buttons. He was always a tease. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel impatient as he slowly revealed more of his upper body. When he finally finished with the shirt, he carelessly tossed it to you, and it hit you in the face. You caught a whiff of his scent. Even in the lab, he kept a certain, clean smell about him, but it was mingled with sweat and the coppery scent of blood.

You heard the clink of his belt and moved his shirt only to be met with a similar spectacle. Lord, he loves playing with me. He was slowly inching the belt out of each of the loops, barely containing a smirk. You huffed impatiently and hated how his smirk widened. 

Refusing to play his game, you channeled your abilities and whipped off the rest of his belt. You knew he could have stopped you if he wanted, but he glanced at you under the hood of his eyes, as if daring you to continue. You met his stare and, with your next motion, whipped off his pants and boxers in the same motion, revealing his swiftly hardening cock. 

You hardly had a chance to take in his naked form before he pulled you from the counter with his abilities, swiftly tearing off your hospital gown and undergarments. Oh, he always had to be extra. 

He moved you into the shower, and you felt yourself relaxing as the warm jets of water washed your face. He joined a few seconds after, as his control on you loosened. You leaned back into the warm plane of his chest as the two of you adjusted to the water for a moment before he firmly gripped your shoulders, pressing you into the wall. 

“I’ve missed having you around me, darling, and just imagine the things I can do to you now that I have my abilities back.” He spoke in your ear, rough and low.

You were glad the water was washing away the signs of your arousal.

He moved his hands away, but you felt the phantom feeling of them on your shoulders. “Let me get you cleaned up, hmm?” Henry’s tone changed to be surprisingly gentle, but you knew not to expect so much from him. 

A force continued to press you into the wall as he moved to cover his hands in soap. He was temperate at first, moving his hands over your shoulders and back, but it wasn’t long before he got nastier. You felt his hands move over your ass as he squeezed and prodded unnecessarily. Yet, your body hummed, anticipating his touch. 

As his hands moved to the front, he cupped his hands over your breasts with the thumbs rubbing over the nipples, pinching and jerking until they hardened. You continued to feel the firm outline of him, pressing against you, but he didn’t move yet. 

His hands moved to your thighs, massaging and feeling the tender skin as they inched toward your entrance. He flicked his fingers over it, hardly touching you, but you still clenched, needing to feel him inside so badly.

You heard him tut behind you. “So desperate for me.” He lowered his mouth to your ear. “You know your powers quail when compared with mine. I’m completely in control here. I can choose how much to give you, isn’t that right, dear?” His voice tickled your ears, lowering to that deep rumble you loved so much. 

You had enough authority over your body to bob your head up and down. “Good girl.” He purred. “That’s what I like to see. But, hm, I still don’t think it’s enough to convince me to give you what you want.” You felt him spinning you around again, and although you were mostly frozen, you couldn’t help but admire how Henry looked. His hair was damp and stuck to his forehead,  but his blue eyes were still ethereal-looking, yet dilated with lust. His hand reached for your jaw, and as he made contact with your face, his hold over you faded. Although you could move, his hand, stiffly grasping your face, held you in place.

“Beg for it.” You saw his eyes darken further as he smirked.

You felt heat pooling in your stomach, a feeling so electric and pleasurable that the words spilled from your mouth before your brain fully formed them. “Please, Henry. I need to feel you inside me. I’ve ached for the feeling of you. I love it when you overpower me, and I love it when you’re rough. I want you to fill me. I-” You were cut off as Henry spun you around again, pressing you into the wall.

In a swift motion, he thrust into you, growling into your ear. “Good girl. You know how to make Daddy happy.”

He spoke in sync with a particularly deep thrust, and you couldn’t help but moan at the effect of his words and actions. In the confines of the lab, you were always scared of someone finding out about your relationship, but here, in the middle of the forest, there was no one to hear what Henry was doing to you. Neither of you had reason to hold back.

He continued to relentlessly pound into you, and you felt yourself jerking slightly against the use of his powers. You weren’t sure if he was purposely allowing for the tiny slips, but either way, it turned you on that much more to think about the sheer strength he had. 

The obscene sound of slapping skin mingled with how the shower sputtered and tinkled onto your bodies. The feeling of Henry fucking you while sopping wet was new, but it created a unique effect on your body. His skin stuck to yours more, allowing you to encapsulate so much more of him. You wanted to embrace him, to feel every fiber of his being while he was buried deep inside you. 

Henry never relented as he continued his assault from behind. The only part of your body that was free seemed to be your head, and you knew how Henry loved hearing the sounds you made for him. You felt yourself squeezing around him and wished desperately for something to hold on to as you neared your release. 

It was so overwhelming to be suspended in place while Henry did whatever he wished to you. You wanted to latch onto something, to claw your fingers down his back until you left angry gashes, but you were utterly incapable. Yet, the feeling of being under his powers—of only taking whatever he had planned—was just so wonderful. You wanted to be helpless under him. You wanted to be expendable to his fantasies.

Henry groaned again, going at an erratic pace as he neared his climax. “Lord, you feel so good for me, darling. You’re taking this so well.”

Your thighs clenched, and hearing him moan as he spilled inside you brought you over the edge. As he pulled out, you felt his seed dripping down your body, only as streams of water came to wash it away. You were shaking and felt his arms wrap around you for a moment as the water continued to pour. Just as you were beginning to get a grip again, the water shut off.

“You don’t think this is done, do you?” Henry muttered in your ear as his arms moved under your legs.

He picked you up effortlessly. A towel moved over your bodies so you weren’t dripping wet as the door opened, so Henry could maneuver across the cabin to the bedroom. The bedroom door slammed at the same time that Henry roughly threw you onto the bed. 

As you twisted, you saw him standing to the side, delicately stroking himself, which, despite the experience in the shower, was still rock hard. “Look at how much you turn me on, darling. You wanted to see me in the bedroom, didn’t you?”

Although that hadn’t been your original intent, you were in no place to disagree with him. You hurriedly nodded, already anticipating the sensation of him again. You saw him wickedly smirk as he stuck out a hand. He curled his fingers, and you felt your body rising into the air until he gently dropped you at his feet, on your knees. 

“You know what I want. Go on.”

He had barely finished before you took his cock in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip, eliciting a deep groan from him. Your lips worked on the shaft, and with the parts your mouth couldn’t reach, you brought a hand up to rub them, hearing Henry’s appreciation. 

“Mm, that feels wonderful, darling. You’re so good at that.” You felt your arousal growing as your sensitive muscle explored Henry’s most intimate area. You felt his body quivering, and as you thought he was about to come to the edge, you felt his hands harshly grip your hair as he tugged. Understanding, you quickly removed your mouth as Henry’s powers jerked you back onto the mattress.

“You did such a good job for me, darling. But, I’m going to finish right.” His hands spread your thighs apart. “In.” You felt his weight shift as he positioned himself above you. “Here.” He sharply pushed in, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body so intense you couldn’t help but cry his name.

Henry wasn’t holding you back anymore, and your hands moved, hoping to find anything to ground you. His hair, which was still damp, had lost its volume, but you fingered the thin strands of hair. As he snapped his hips inside you again, you pulled his hair, and you heard him groan.

“Keep taking me like that, darling. Ugh, I’m going to come so quickly.”

He kept a relentless pace. The feeling of his cock, stretching your walls and hitting the deep spots inside you, made you feel ethereal. You moaned his name so loudly you were sure the sound was penetrating past the cabin walls. The sound of his grunts and breathing mingled with yours as he breathed heavily onto your neck. 

“God, look at you. Screaming my name as I come down upon you. So needy.”

He thrust firmly a few more times before you felt him flutter. His release came even more powerful than the first, and your insides felt like they were burning, but the satisfaction you felt was so intense. You felt your walls being drenched white, and you gasped a final time before your orgasm crashed 

Your hands held onto Henry’s shoulders so tightly you knew it must have hurt, but he didn’t say anything as he steadied your body. “Oh, you did magnificent, darling. Hm, isn’t this a nice way to start our lives outside of that lab?” Henry whispered in your ear, but you were still trying to catch your breath.

You heard him chuckle as he lowered himself beside you, tucking you into his arms. “That’s alright, dear. This is quite nice too.”

[horrrifiction]

Rich | Max

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