#strangerthingshenrycreelxreader

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Summary: Henry is cold, sharp, and impossible—but she can’t stop getting under his skin. Every tense glance and quiet moment in the Creel House pulls them closer, whether he wants it or not.

[smut]

Au: this is my first fic I’m sorry if grammar and spelling is a bit messy, and this is my first smut so no judgment please!

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The bed is wide and neatly made, and you pause a moment, letting your fingers brush the soft sheets. Your feet meet the carpet, thick and warm under your toes, and you rise to stand, stretching slowly. Outside, the trees sway gently, leaves brushing together, sunlight catching on the edges of the branches. The air smells fresh and faintly earthy, carrying the distant promise of rain.

Henry is already there. Leaning casually against the doorway, dark clothes, sleeves rolled, hair falling just slightly over his eyes. He watches you with that intensity you’ve come to recognize — the quiet, measured attention that feels like he’s memorizing every detail without permission.

“You’re up earlier than I expected,” he says quietly.

You shrug, pulling the sheet around your shoulders. “I woke up. That’s all.”

“Always moving too quietly,” he mutters. “I should have heard you.”

You offer a small smirk, testing him. “You watch me enough, you probably know everything I do anyway.”

His jaw tightens. “Maybe I do.”

He steps into the room, and the air shifts slightly. Not hot, not heavy.. just charged, like the space itself is aware of him. “Get dressed,” he says abruptly. “The day is long, and the house isn’t going to wait for you.”

You follow the sound of his footsteps silently as he disappears down the hall. The Creel House is quiet but alive in its own way: sunlight catching on the polished surfaces, the soft creak of wood as it adjusts, the faint smell of wax and old carpets. Every corner is clean, precise, deliberate. It’s elegant, a frozen moment in time that Henry keeps almost perfectly though it’s the perfection that makes it feel unsettling.

You wander through the house, brushing your fingers along the surfaces. The kitchen smells faintly of brewed tea and wood polish. Henry sits at the table when you enter, elbows resting on the surface, hands folded loosely, eyes distant. He doesn’t look at you at first, but when he does, it’s sharp and precise, like he’s weighing whether you’re allowed to speak or move.

“You move like you’re planning something,” he says finally. “Stop moving so much..it’s annoying”

“I’m just bored,” you reply lightly, trying to keep the tension from rising.

“Careful,” he says, voice calm but cutting.

“And whose fault is that?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Mine,” he admits softly. “…But you don’t get to fix it.”

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The morning stretches on with small tensions. He watches. You watch back. He doesn’t touch you, not fully, not yet. His presence alone is enough to make your stomach twist, heart flutter.

Eventually, the sun drifts lower, and you are eager to escape Camatotz now. It has been long enough. You slip outside into the yard, moving with quiet urgency across the grass. Trees sway in the wind, shadows stretching longer, and the Creel House sits behind you, silent, perfect, elegant.

Then you see it., the caves. The entrance gapes dark and cool, mouth of stone calling to you. You go to step inside. Hesitating.. The air is damp,earthy, and echoes with your movements as you look up into the caves. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears. You can hear henry coming through the woods. You step inside puttibg your hand on the right side of the cave. Henry doesn’t follow—he can’t. He will never go in those caves.. and that fact makes the risk taste sharper.

“Running are we y/n?” His voice carries softly from behind you.

“Get out. Now.”

You spin, breath shallow. “I’m..” you freeze. Your words are stuck in your throat. “I’m not running.” You turn around seeing him at the edge of the entrance..

“You’re running from me.” He says cold.

“I’m not.” You reply.

“You always make it seem like you are,” he calls again, distant.

“Come 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔.” He days. Turning around talking back to the house. Your heart skips a beat when he calls you that. A warm feeling in your tummy. You look down and you push deeper into the cave, heart hammering, hands brushing the cool stone. The light outside disappears, swallowed by shadows. You are alone, but your chest feels full of something bigger than fear.

When you return later, the night falls softly over the Creel House. Candlelight glows, shadows stretch across the walls. Henry sits beside you on the bed, close enough to feel warmth but careful not to touch.

“You shouldn’t make me worry,” he murmurs.

“You worry for me?” you reply.

A hand brushes yours, light, tentative. “Maybe,” he admits. “Maybe I don’t know how to stop.” His hand goes to your cheek. His fingers feeling around your face, he looks at you softly, then looks you up and down eventually making eye contact with you again. You look into his beautiful blue eyes. You feel so connected to him. You don’t know if he’s just doing this so you don’t leave, or if it’s real.

He stares at you for a second, lowers down and his lips brush your neck, soft, hesitant but eventually hes all over you. “You shouldn’t matter,” he whispers.

“You make me weak.” He kisses your neck moving down to your collarbone. He leaves a few marks.

His hands are all over your body. Hands on your waist, he kisses your stomach all over. Leaving many marks. “You’re so..” he slips out a few words while kissing you. “beautiful.” He says, You whimper from those words while hes sucking on your skin. That little whimper makes him only go crazier over you. His kisses are more aggressive. His hands eventually on your wrists pinning you to the bed. He looks up at you for a second with those ocean eyes. His hair messy, mouth hung open, breathing loud and shaky. “You’re mine.” He looks at you. Expecting a response from you. He wants to make sure you understand. “Yes..” you say staring into his eyes. He goes back to praising your body.

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The night stretches, warm, quiet. You fall asleep beside him, the house polished and perfect and calm around you.

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Morning comes cold. You wake up to see you’re alone. Your chest tightens. Panic rises. You rush downstairs to see he is there at the table, calm, already awake. Your eyebrows knit together worried for whats to come out of his mouth.

“You’re late.” He says looking at his news paper. You walk over to the table to sit down to eat. You look at your food. Then up at him. “Last night-”

“That was nothing,” he interrupts, gettibg up and walking past you. “Eat. You’ll need your energy if you’re going to keep testing me.” He says. You completely loose your appetite. Tears form in your eyes. You breathe in looking around while fluttering your eyes and looking back down at your plate and get ready to force yourself to eat. You’re hurt. But you push it down. Or at least try too..

How could he. How could he praise you and treat you like shit again…?

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Days pass with quiet routines, small tensions, long looks, subtle touches. Henry remains near but careful, his sharp words occasionally cutting through the calm, hurting you.

You eventually come to the decision to run away for good. Even though your heart didn’t want to give up on henry.

You walk out the door.

Eventually, you’re at the caves. Looking up at the tall rocks then back to the entrance. You go to step in. But you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“You don’t quit.” He says. It startles you. You turn around.

“You don’t either,” you answer. You stare at each other for a while.

“You weren’t supposed to matter,” he admits.

“Then why do I?”

“…Because I don’t know how to stop wanting you here,” he says quietly, voice low.

Your heart pounds. “I care about you,” he whispers, trembling just slightly. Youre heart melts from those words.

Then he kisses you — soft, desperate, needful — but not controlled, not perfect, just raw and intense.

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Back in the creel house

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Henry takes you uo stairs in his arms. Placing you on his bed in HIS room. Youve never been in here before. Especially not on his bed. It’s soft. Smells like him. He doesn’t waste a second. Hes all over you. He rips your clothes off and you’re just staring at him while he does it, taking it all in. He slightly smirks at you noticing your stares. He pushes you further onto the bed and is on top of you kissing you . He moves his hands down to your breasts feeling them and he lets out a breath. Hes wanted to touch you like this for so long. He finally has you. You. He wants to impregnate you so badly. Of course he can’t contain himself. He undoes himself and looks up at you . Mouth open admiring your body. He makes eye contact with you making sure this is what you want. You nodd. You’re surprised he even cared to checking. You’re seeing so many new sides of henry. His big lines up with yours at the entrance . He teases you. You arch your back begging him too ruin you. “P-please henry..” you say looking at him with that gorgeous face of yours. “Please what darling?” He says keeping eye contact and teasing more until you answer . “Please Daddy!” You plead out. Loud. He rams into you. You scream out and he starts working. You feel him all around you . He’s filling you up perfectly. So perfectly. He grabs your thighs throwing them up. “Fuck sweetheart you’re so tight” he says while thrusting into you. So rough but slow and meaningful.. “you.. you feel so good” you mange to get out. “I make you feel good darling?” He says while going deeper. “mhmmm” your eyes roll back.

It goes on for a while. You eventually ride Henry’s making him whimper . Youve never heard him make sounds like these before. It’s so amazing you’re making Henry Creel feel amazing. God..

He’s eventually back on top of you pinning your hands above your head. Breasts in his face. Hes the closest hes been heaven right now. ‘This girl.. oh this girl..’ he thinks to himself. He never would have thought someone could do this to him.

You’re close. So close. “I- henry-” you get cut off “I want you to orgasm all over my cock gorgeous.” you do. Screaming out his name. He can’t contain himself any longer. He cant. He releases inside you looking at you moaning in between his teeth’s. He tried to stop it.. you’re too perfect. his mouth eventually falls open. You can tell he’s enjoyed that.

Good.

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Henry rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavily and shaky jusy like you.

“You were never supposed to make me feel this way y/n.”

You smile softly. “But I did.”

For once, he doesn’t push you away.

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his real body..? Being held up by vines inside of the mindflayer currently being built by demogorgons and vines fusing together.. getting ready for his final battle.

But youll never know that.

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