#vecnahenryone

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 -------------------------

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. 

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.