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comfort-person · 1 year

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Eyes on me

Synopsis: reader has a panic attack and Henry helps calm her down

A/N: I had a panic attack earlier and realised that Jamie/ Henry are both very comforting and so as sad as it sounds I came up with this idea whilst listening to a Henry creel playlist. If you suffer with anxiety/ or just love Henry like I do… then I hope this brings some sort of comfort to you. x

Trigger warnings: description of panic attack

Honestly crying. This man is so comforting😩🥹🫶🏻

Tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock…

The clock ticked menacingly invading your ears loudly making you that more anxious, usually you were fine but everything that happened today had just ticked your anxiety up to the next level. You were overwhelmed with anxiety to say the least but you tried to hide it as best as you could…. You could hide it from lots of people but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t hide it from Henry. He always seemed to know when you were anxious or upset… you got special treatment from him because he cared for you. You tried to avoid him at all costs but knew that was just preventing the inevitable from happening. You stared at the building blocks in your hands, usually you would’ve built them up into some sort of tower for the kids to have fun with but you just sat there, numb, “Hey…” a sudden voice grasped your attention making you flinch but you quickly composed yourself, his voice was soft but distant as you returned to staring into nothingness your mind whirring with anxiousness “y/n” henry spoke again and for a moment you looked at him before looking away. He could tell something was wrong with you… it didn’t take a genius to figure that out.

His hand soon rested upon your back, his fingertips beginning to stroke soothing circles into your back. The tacky hospital gown you wore was uncomfortable on you but the way his fingers immediately melted into your tense skin soothed you your eyes fluttering shut. He knew exactly how to make you crack. “People are ahead of me… I can’t do the simplest of things… it’s frustrating.” You soon whisper out and he listened concern visible in his eyes as he frowned “you can’t think of other people y/n, even I couldn’t do some things. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” He spoke softly but honestly “but I… I… I feel so stupid. I’m disappointing everyone.” You continue your breathing growing that slight bit faster, your hands beginning to tremble and Henry was quick to rest his hands on the sides of your chair as he swiftly pulled it so you were facing him “hey… eyes on me… hey…” his fingers lightly clicked just in front of his face making you look up and into his eyes, the calm ocean waves consuming his beautiful eyes immediately soothed you. “Good job… keep looking in my eyes.” He ordered gently before he lightly reached his hand out his slender fingers grasping onto your hand gently as he held onto your hand which was alarmingly smaller than his “you’re not disappointing anyone. I promise you that.” His words eased you, luring you in, calming you down as you gazed into his eyes “promise?” You asked and he smiled giving your hand a squeeze as he nodded “I promise.”

His eyes soon lifted up to meet with the cameras on the wall, making sure the red dot wasn’t on- the red dot meant someone was watching… but it wasn’t on… and so he looked back to you his eyes unable to stay still as he searched your expression “c’mere,” he whispered out and without even hesitating his arms wrapped around your small fragile frame, his hand beginning to rub up and down your back his other hand resting on the back of your hand pressing your ear to his chest so you could listen to the calming beat of his heart “tell me what’s the matter,” he urged more coaxing you as his fingertips lightly stroked little circles against your back a shaky breath leaving your lips, Henry’s eyes remaining on the cameras making sure they remained unattended and blank but he also paid attention to you, giving you his utmost attention. “We’ve lost people… I’ve lost people… it’s a constant fear that I’ll be next…” you whispered gently,

“I wouldn’t ever let that happen to you. As long as I’m here no one and nothing can hurt you. I promise.” He spoke directly into your ear his words soft and soothing “but Im scared of losing you too. I don’t want to lose you next.” You spoke making the man pull back slightly just so he could rest his fingertip under your chin his fingertips soon smoothing against your cheek as he cupped your cheek in the palm of his hand “you’ll never lose me.” He assured picking up on the way your breathing quickened once again, your body trembling, tears sparking in your eyes “y/n.” He spoke calmly trying to get your attention but you were starting to fall down that horrible hole of complete hysterics and Henry could see that, the way you were caving from fear but also the feeling of his touch- the lab had created a mass casualty in touch-starvation, everyone was touch starved and so when his touch brought goosebumps to your skin he knew that was the reason why… you hadn’t been held in so long. He wanted to protect you. Care for you. Comfort you.

“Eyes on me…”

“look me in the eyes, darling” he urged trying to snap you out of it but with every negative thought consuming you it became that bit more impossible to control the panic, your breathing growing heavy your eyes flicking around in total panic as muffled whines that wanted to come out as words began to vibrate against your lips. You didn’t know what to do yourself, your legs quickly working before your mind as you shot up out of your seat Henry slowly standing up after you his tall frame towering over you “I… I hate it in here… I’m going insane!” You found yourself shouting and he knew if you shouted any louder you’d alert the guards and so he used one of his hands to cover your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your shaking frame as he pulled you close into his embrace, your muffled cries and words being slightly quieter as he simply held you. “I want to go home” you begged out to him as your body began to weaken against his own and with that he removed his hand from your mouth his other arm wrapping around you as he held you up in his embrace “I know… I know.” He whispered to you his chin resting atop of your head as you cried meekly his hands fisting against his shirt as both you and him grasped onto each other for what seemed like dear life.

“Breathe for me… breathe in for four…” he breathed in with you, exaggerating the breaths to get you to follow “hold….” He spoke softly “out for four.” He continued going over those few steps until your legs began to weaken. He seemed to put you in a trance like state, your breathing becoming calmer and he not wanting you to fall tightened his grip on you, using his free hand to cup underneath your knees as he lifted you up into his embrace, using one of his large hands to help get you comfortable as your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms tight around his neck- your body instantly snuggled into his arms as he held you “I’ve got you.” He eased your eyesight blurring as you rested your head against his shoulder “I’m gonna keep you safe. I promise you that.” He soothed softly holding you close to him before he started walking to the door, keeping you close to his body one hand rubbing up and down your back slowly and gently the familiar hue of his blue eyes remaining as a constant memory in your head, your breathing calming to the point you were completely relaxed in his embrace “good girl.. good job… that’s it. Relax. I’ve got you…” he soothed into your ear holding you close making sure you could feel the warmth of his body against your slightly cooler one… he wanted to make sure you felt safe and sound with him. Safety was very scarce nowadays… he wanted to make sure you knew that you could trust him and he wouldn’t ever break your trust…. He would be there to support you through thick and thin. Through everything. He would do anything and everything to protect you. Even die.

“I’ve got you… you’re safe…” he soothed calmly into your ear as he walked to the door removing one hand from you just so he could open the door before he walked out into the hallway silently pulling the door shut before he carried you down the hallway, his eyes locking onto a camera that glowed red… shit… his heart sank but in those few moments he didn’t care. Even if he did get in trouble for looking after you he wouldn’t give a single fuck… as long as you were okay he was okay. You mattered to him more than anything, no way was he going to let you suffer in silence… and if not letting you suffer in silence was such a bad thing then he would happily suffer the consequences.

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triplehmunson · 9 months

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𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙨: Jamie Bower at the Canada, Montreal Comic-Con (July 15th and 16th 2023) ✨💕💋

#stranger things #jamie campbell bower #photography #cast stranger things #jamie bower #vecna/henry/one #venca #henry stranger things #vecna stranger things #stranger things edit #001 stranger things #4strangerthings #001strangerthings

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fleetingvow · 2 years

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The nonexistent veins of this blog runs purely on angst. If you’ve come looking for written works of that category, please feel free to name the fics that have piqued your interest! A fair warning that the author’s first language is not English therefore perfection is not guaranteed, but that’s the beauty of it, is it not? Angst is an art of imperfection meeting a scale of perfection, or otherwise — if that makes sense.

Be reminded that this author writes under a nome de plume, which means all personal information are meant to be anonymous and not meant to be disclosed to the audience. This detail is relevant to those who wish to send an “ask” regarding the writer.

This blog’s works include gender neutral and female insert reader fics written about: Wednesday Addams, Evelyn Deavor, Anthony Lockwood, Henry Creel, Brienne of Tarth, Robin Buckley, Kang Sae-Byeok, and ( formerly and not anymore ) Camilo Madrigal.

Wednesday ‘ Wednesday Addams

BITTER SOLITUDE

Wednesday has always loved being alone. She enjoyed the company of solitude and the opportunity for something haunted in the eerie silence, but somehow your presence was missing. Did she do something wrong? ( Angst, Female Reader Insert. )

DEAD OF NIGHT

In which you and Wednesday open up to each other as comfort after you woke up from a nightmare, replaying the moments in the forest when the hyde attacked you not so long ago. ( Slight Angst, Fluff, Comfort, Female Reader Insert. )

DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS — I and II

wednesday addams never cried for anyone, not until she held you fighting for your life, desperately trying to stay alive to return the whispered confession. ( heavy angst. character death. female reader insert. )

WISH I NEVER MET YOU

a massive fight — you and wednesday never had that before, not until now that the walls almost crumbled down from the shouts being passed on back and forth. it could have worked, but then came the statement that ended it all for good. ( in progress. heavy angst. female reader insert. )

PRIORITIES

ever since wednesday got tangled with the monster mystery, her priorities seemed to turn into shambles as she brushed off your existence to get to the leads of her case, even if it meant kissing other people to do so. ( in progress. angst, cheating (?) toxic wednesday, toxic reader. )

Encanto ‘ Camilo Madrigal

JUST ANOTHER BOY

You were the new kid in Encanto and your family already tried to help building up the community by coming up with an idea of a school for the children in the small town. Whilst trying your best to survive education, you met a rather weird and awkward boy from the very famous family; The Madrigals. It was strange how he was outgoing and easily social to the others but you. Nevertheless, that's what made him interesting. Then, he just got weirder. ( Fluff. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

FALLEN DEBRIS

After the disastrous dinner where Mariano and Isabella were supposed to come out engaged, you and Camilo had an extremely heated argument about Bruno after defending him causing your relationship to deteriorate completely. You were there when Mirabel and Abuela fought causing the downfall of Casita — you along with it. And when Camilo found your unresponsive figure underneath the piles and rubbles of the fallen shelter's debris, well . . . ( Heavy Angst. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

FLEETING PROMISE

You were anything but mortal, and when you met a strange young boy, the light you provided only became brighter. But see, the thing is, you were strictly prohibited to be involved with any human interactions. So, when something found out that you talked to Camilo not just once but every night — much worse, felt things for him, you had to deal with the consequences. Before you disappeared, he had made a promise; a promise to let his heart reside in you forever until death do you part. But when you came back a decade later, there was nothing else you could do after you witnessed a purely uttered promise become a fleeting belief you clung onto for faith that even someone like you ever deserved mortal feelings such as love. ( In Progress. Heavy Angst. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

Stranger Things ‘ Peter Ballard

AFFECTIONATE DISDAIN

Peter didn’t like the way you stood as if you owned the world. It was meant to be his. Not you. He hated your eyes all the way down to the tip of your toes, but as he had no choice but to put up with getting stuck with you, how was it that the way the light reflected on your angle changed? You were brighter than the daylight shine, and he was disgustingly allured by it. But no, you weren’t going to make him crumble. ( In Progress. Fluff. Enemies to lovers. Partial slow-burn. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

ALLURE

Who knew that you could meet your strange neighbour again? Only this time, he wasn’t so quiet nor friendly. He was older, more dangerous — and just as you were about to kill him as a mission, your wants got in the way. Both of you couldn’t resist. Maybe that’s just how alluring you were. ( Romance. Angst? SLIGHT NSFW. Gender-Neutral reader insert. )

THAT WAY

You were once prepared to throw your life away just for him to look at you the way he did another. It took him years to realise. It took him years to feel what it was that you couldn’t feel twice. He knew it was too late, but he had to tell you somehow, even without talking. ( Angst. Gender-Neutral reader insert. )

GHOSTING PRESENCE ' Robin Buckley x Reader

You both had a massive fight, and the fact that you moved in together made it more difficult to handle. For the rest of the day, no one acknowledged anyone. The space between the walls were silent, and as you went to bed facing the opposite sides, she just knew it had to end. ( In Progress. Angst. Female Reader Insert. )

Squid Game ‘ Kang Sae-Byeok

MIRROR SHARDS

You’ll never forget the metallic taste of your lips joined into one as she choked back on her groans with your fingers pulling the large shard of glass from her side. ( Drafted. Slightly explicit. Fluff, Angst. Female reader insert. )

Lockwood & Co. ‘ Anthony Lockwood

DEAD WEIGHT

The reader’s skills got rusty and with anthony breathing down her neck all the time, well, things that were better off unsaid were spoken. that’s when four became three. ( Angst. Female Reader Insert. )

GHOST OF THE PAST

in which anthony recalls the tragedy of the only person who stirred his blood and thoughts. the girl who stayed young forever. ( heavy angst with a character’s death, specifically the reader’s. unproofread. )

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beautifulblooms · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a 001 x male reader where the reader and 001 grow up in hawkins lab together?

Also I’m so sorry that you had to deal with all the anon shit, those people are really stupid and make no sense, hopefully the drama dies down

Together Forever, Right? - Henry Creel/001 x Male!Reader

Honestly love the idea of this ending a little sad, so there is a tad bit of hurt at the end, sorry to the Jamie fans, but I couldn’t help myself with this one

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Tags: @eddieverse, @mazettns, @alexs-playground, @mother-dragon-and-her-hatchlings, @qthetherapist, @rlmt1

I met 001 when Papa brought him into the rainbow room for the first time, he was scared, he didn’t want to be there, he and I were the same. Scared, powerful, and unstable, the perfect mix for destruction. It didn’t take long for Papa to find a way to limit us, I wasn’t as strong as 001, but Papa was still scared of what I could do.

“Papa why do I have to have this?” I was grimacing at the pinch of pain the injection caused. I had never gotten one at the base of my neck, this one hurt more than normal.

“Because it helps me find you, so if someone steals you, you get lost, or I need to know where you are, I can find you. Make sense?” I just nodded to his words, suddenly feeling lethargic and tired. He set me down on my bed and muttered something to one of the other doctors.

“We need to make a weaker one for 002, he can’t handle the one we made for 001.” So this wasn’t for me, I’m just the test dummy for 001, again.

It was about 5 years where just the two of us were in the lab with Papa working on our powers. He seemed too focused with 001 to notice anything about me, I was skinnier than before, sad constantly, easy to anger, slowly losing touch with reality. 001 noticed though, he made time for me in the rainbow room, helped me practice when I got stuck or frustrated, he cared about me. Then it happened, 001, no, Henry, he told me his name is Henry. Henry lashed out at a few guards, their eyes pulled into their sockets, arms and legs snapped ways they shouldn’t, jaws broken.

I saw it all from the corner of the rainbow room, trying not to cry or make any noise because I didn’t want to end up like one of the guards. Once Henry was done with the guards he turned around to me, knowing where I was, but he looked more gently at me and slowly made his way over, almost like he was trying to not scare me.

“I’m sorry you had to see that (y/n),” how did he know my name, I never told him my name, “but it’s okay now, I won’t hurt you, I promise.” I had no choice but to trust him if I wanted to live. Sitting next to me he placed an arms around my shoulders and laid his head against mine. The peaceful moment didn’t last long before Papa shoved open the door to the rainbow room angrily, panic setting in when he saw the guards on the floor and not us in the corner.

“No, no, no, no, No! Damnit!” He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration while looking at the dead bodies. Turning to look around the room he saw us, and tried his best to hide the frustration.

“001, 002, which one of you did this, I’m not mad, I just want to know.” He was mad, both of us knew that, Henry sighed like he was about to answer.

“Me Papa, I did it.” Henry looked down at me in shock, concerned why I lied, he knew I didn’t have the strength to pull this off, so why?

“Alright, 002, come with me, we need to talk.” Henry tried to hold onto me, knowing what was going to happen when I left the room. Papa was stronger than Henry and pulled me out of his grasp.

“No Papa! It was me, please it was me not him! Take me!” Papa wasn’t having any of it, he didn’t care who did it at this point, just needed to teach us a lesson.

“Just remember what I look like okay?” I smiled at Henry before we left the room, I didn’t know how long I would be gone, what would happen, if I would live. I just hope I get to see Henry again, I hope we can be together forever.

#Henry creel x male reader #001 x male reader #Henry x male reader #male reader fanfic #male reader #stranger things fanfiction #x male reader #Henry creel #henry creel stranger things #henry stranger things #vecna stranger things #vecna #001 stranger things #001

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obscureblue · 8 months

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Obey the Master

Just a WIP, but I really like it.

#henry creel #vecna/henry/one #vecna fanart #stranger things fanart #henry stranger things

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dark666posting · 1 year

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In My Solitude

Pt. 1 of ?

TW: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON!!! *** Dark!Henry, Stockholm syndrome-ish, Violence, literal mind fucking, taking virginity, shame fucking, non-con/ dub-con??

It's a long one.

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"Put her in Solitude. We'll sort her out later." Brenner's smug voice ignites a rage in you like a gas stove. The only voice that pisses you off more, is One's. He carries your stubbornly dead-weighted body down the hallway to a room meant to deprive you of social interaction.

Your crime? Scrambling the shock collars of every other volatile subject in the facility. So yeah, they were right to lock you up, actually. They take you to a small room with a bed, a desk, and one single wooden chair.

"You're such a teacher's pet, One." You spit like fire as the two of you draw closer to the room. You hated Solitary. It scares you to be alone, more than anything. Though, One already knew that about you.

"You're too old to be playing rebellious teenager, don't you think?" He lowers you over the bed and drops you onto the mattress. "I'll be back once you've calmed down."

"I am calm!"

"Okay, I'll be back once we've regained control of the violent children you sent on a killing spree today." He speaks flatly and exits without another word. The second the door closes, anxiety sets in.

"Fuck you guys! Do you hear me!?" You use your abilities to sling the one non-bolted-down piece of furniture at the camera; it was the small wooden chair. The seat busts into shreds and your collar instantly shocks you at max power.

You release a cry of pain and collapse on the floor, paralyzed until the voltage stops.

"Oh, you mother fuckers. Did I forget to scramble MY COLLAR?" You curse out loud at yourself.

"I imagine your brain is fried from the constant amount of electricity being sent to your brain every time you fuck up." One reappears in the doorway, silently. He glances at the damaged camera and the red light slowly goes dim.

"Oh no, poor camera. Now you can't watch me stare at the wall." You jeer, rolling your eyes as you lie back on the bed.

"That's fine. I'll just have to come to check on you more frequently." The tone of his voice causes a knot to form in your throat. One finally steps into the room and lets the heavy, computerized door close behind him. You sit up on the bed, hanging your legs off the side, careful to avoid eye contact.

"I like chatting with you, Y/N. You're... Interesting." He walks closer until he's standing right in front of you. The bed is frameless and bolted to the ground, so it's not very high. Leaving you at eye level with his belt as he gazes down at you.

"D-Don't even think about it." You narrow your eyes, disgusted by what his stance suggests- though you already know you'll be thinking about it later.

"Oh, Y/N. You couldn't be so lucky." He glances at the camera one more time, making sure it's broken. "Though, it does get boring here after all these years. You'd think you'd be begging for it."

He holds up the remote that controls your collar, sending a Pavlov-like programmed fear through your bones.

"So beg for it," he speaks with a quiet, breathy voice. Your eyes widen, but as soon as you open your mouth to stutter out "what?" Someone calls for One outside the door. He smirks, satisfied with your speechlessness. He exits silently, returning to the hallway as if nothing happened.

You remain speechless, sitting in silence questioning if you'd somehow misread the situation. You shake any thoughts of One out of your head and try to look zoned out in case the camera came back on. Really, you were trying to use your abilities to unlock the door. You don't know how, but it seems like One can always sense your powers. Your collar goes off immediately.

You scream, ceasing your attempt to open the door, but it keeps going. Sending endless volts of electricity through your body. Once it finally lets up, you pass out on the bed.

Night falls and you're sound asleep, still exhausted from the electrocution. Silently, as usual, One enters your room. He takes his time, drinking in the image of you unconscious on the bed. Your legs are exposed from under the hospital gown you're all forced to wear when they run tests on you.

One slips into the bed, propped up right beside you. His hands wander your body before carefully palming and playing with your breasts. You moan softly in your sleep, only exciting him more. He reaches a careful hand to the hem of your gown, carefully raising it to expose your bright white, cotton panties.

His breathing shudders as his gentle hand grazes over your covered clit. You unknowingly arch your back, desperate for more friction. He takes the hint and slips his hand into your panties, rubbing his long, nimble, middle finger up and down your throbbing slit.

Your eyes flutter open as pleasure consumes you, and that's when you realize why you're feeling so euphoric. You instantly jerk away, attempting to scream, but he's too fast. He pins you in place, his powers have always been much stronger than yours, he could just control them better.

"What are you doing!?" You question, panicking as your brain comprehends being awake.

"Shh," he whispers gently as he continues to work his fingers, carefully slipping one deep inside of you. Your face is consumed by a shade of bright red as you fight back your moans. One chuckles in your ear as he slips his hand from your underwear and brings his fingers to his lips, delicately licking them clean.

"Go back to sleep," he demands calmly before shocking you until you pass out again.

The next few weeks are just like this. In the daytime he slips into your room and taunts you, enraging you until you melt down. At night, he plays with you, sometimes letting you cum, other times edging you until you're convulsing. The more you try to tell other doctors, the longer your stay in Solitude is extended for "misinformation."

Then, one night, something seems different. He's grinning ear to ear as he slips into your room. Usually, seeing him would illicit a sassy remark from you, but after the last few weeks, you find yourself keeping quiet. He excites you, even if you don't want him to.

"Why are you smiling like that?" You ask, desperate to break the tense silence.

"I brought you a... Toy." He reveals a baton from behind his back. It's long and metal with a taser bit on the end. The other guards use them to keep numbers in check.

"W-What is that for?" You ask, as tears already well up in your eyes.

"This." He extends the baton and rests it under your chin, lifting your head with it. He pulls it away, staying close to your face when he activates the electrical current. You flinch, startled by the sound. One laughs, leaning his tall, thin frame over to your bed.

"Don't worry, the battery is dying," he chuckles before prodding your thigh, sending a jolt through you that is much milder than the collar. You jump and let out a small yelp. Your face blushes, alerting him to your excitement.

"Look at you. I knew you'd come around." He joins you on the bed, close enough for your thighs to touch. A soft hand trails up your back before sharply gripping the back of your gown and pulling you over his lap. A deep, satisfied exhale leaves his nose as he runs his hands over your curves.

"O-One-" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Henry." He corrects you with a sudden, firm smack on your ass. "I don't dehumanize you by calling you by your number; do I, Y/N?" And he doesn't. He never has, but you'd only just realized that. The sound of your name from his lips causes your breath to hitch in your chest. He lands one more firm smack.

"Say it."

"Henry." You furrow your brow. "I thought I heard Papa call you Peter?" You glanced back over your shoulder, peering at Henry's studious eyes as they scan over your body repeatedly.

"I don't think it would be as exciting for me if I made you moan a fake name." He drags the end of the baton up the back of your legs as you remain positioned across his lap. The electric barb was cold from being inactive, sending goosebumps up your back. The softness is quickly contrasted when Henry activates it against your left ass cheek.

You release a loud burst of sound, a mixture of cries and moans as you arch your back, lifting your ass higher for him.

"Don't eavesdrop on me again, Y/N." He breathes in your ear with a raspy voice. "I don't think Brenner even remembers you're in here, you know that?" He traces more lines over your skin with the baton.

"What do you mean?" Your voice is no more than a breathless whisper.

"I mean if I didn't come to play with my new toy, you'd starve and rot back here- alone." He puts extra emphasis on that last word, alone. The thought of this fate causes your breath to hitch in your chest. "Don't worry, Y/N. I wouldn't let that happen."

Suddenly, you're reliant on his visits. You're desperate to be violated. (As if this wasn't something you already fantasized about for years prior.) Half of you is terrified of a lonely, painful death and the other half is slowly becoming obsessed with his unwelcome touch.

Another two weeks pass. You're tormented with orgasms every night. He loves to find you sleeping so he can grope and tease your unconscious body while manipulating your dreams with his abilities. Something you don't know he can do.

He makes you dream of getting fucked by five or more men at a time. Taking painful thrusts in every hole they can access. Henry loves the fear and blush on your face as you're passed around inside your mind. He knows this terrifies and turns you on. (Having spent most of your life in the facility, you're still a virgin. No one's taught you that shame isn't real, so you desperately try to gain respect by not being "easy." You tend to feel weak or foolish when your morals are questioned or insulted.) He makes sure you can mentally feel the way your inexperienced cunt stretches around a cock.

You whimper and buck your hips against the air, desperately searching for some sort of friction. Your breaths become shallow gasps as he starts playing with your nipples under your gown. Your hips continue to grind against nothing until he slides his leg between yours, making contact with your clothed, drenched pussy.

Adorable whines escape your chest at the sensation. Henry tilts his head to the side, curiously. A devilish grin spreads across his face as he warps your dreams again. Still getting filled in every direction, you begin to moan his name.

"Henry, oh my God!" You erupt. Suddenly, the dream changed. It's just you and Henry on a cold, metal exam table. Common in the facility. He's pinning your wrists above your head and fucking into you like he hates you. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as tears fall down your cheek. You and Henry climax at the same time in your vision, causing you to finish in real life, against Henry's leg.

Short, shallow breaths occupy your chest, but you remain asleep. Grinning, Henry releases his hold on your mind. He rises from your bed, palming himself through his white, pleated pants. He's unbearably hard, pressing desperately against his zipper.

He leaves the room and doesn't return the next night. He doesn't even check in all day, but you still receive every meal.

"At least he didn't forget," you reassure yourself out loud. Being alone makes you anxious, but you pass most of the time thinking about your dream. The recollection causes a throbbing in your clit and you attempt to fight off the urge to touch yourself at the thought of him.

You imagine how smug he'd be if he walked in on you with your fingers inside yourself. For a few hours, you loathe the idea of giving him the satisfaction. But as the thoughts remain in your mind, you find yourself losing the battle. You do your best to look nonchalant as you finger yourself softly.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you accidentally moan his name aloud.

"Henry..."

Like a sixth sense, he excuses himself from his duties and finds a quiet area to project to you. You can't see him, though you'd be able to sense him if you weren't overtaken by your fantasies. He smiles as he watches you throw your head back, begging for him to tear into you.

Just as your finish, he returns to his duties, continuing to ignore you for the rest of the night.

The next day is the same. You don't see him at all, but you're still fed. But after that, the meals slow down too. Anxiety sets in as you wonder what could keep him. You stare hopelessly at the camera all day every day for an entire week. By the third day, you stopped receiving food altogether.

You're hungry and weak and panicking from being left alone in silence for too long. You're just about to give in to low blood sugar when you hear the small serving window slide open, meaning your food had been delivered. You eat quickly, almost crying with relief as you fight to slow down with each bite. A couple of hours later, Henry appears in the doorway, stepping in to let it close behind him.

"Henry," you gasped like you hadn't been breathing the entire week. Without thinking or realizing it at all, you threw your arms around him.

"You needed to see that I'm the only one who cares about you now." His voice is dark and cold. He carefully pushes you off of him so he can look into your eyes.

"Please don't leave me again, please-" you fight to steady your voice.

"I don't think you appreciate the time I put aside to take care of you like this. I mean, look at how you feel when I don't come to visit," he steps closer, causing you to step away.

"What? Please don't, Henry. Don't leave me again-" panic reignites.

"Oh, no. Don't be stupid, Y/N. I'm not leaving. I just need you to repay me for my efforts." Another step closer, placing you in a corner.

"I-I can't do anything from in here. I don't have anyth-"

"Shut up and take your gown off." His words are stern and cold. You're shocked by his demand and freeze in place.

"Uh-uh-what?" You stare into his expressionless face and he just rolls his eyes. He grabs the thin cloth and tears it down the middle, exposing your white undergarments. You release a small scream, but quickly stifle it in fear.

"I don't think you're going to fight too hard. You want me to take you. You need to be taken so the shame of being an easy little whore won't ruin it for you, isn't that right?" He breathes his words into your ear as he closes in on you. You're still frozen and speechless. Unsure of how wrong his words really are.

He slides your panties down your legs and discards them along with the torn gown. His eyes carve you like knives as he takes in the image of your naked body pinned against a wall, waiting to be ravished for the first time.

You always imagined your first time would be slow and gentle, but you could tell you were about to be used as nothing more than a hole. That made you blush.

"I hope it doesn't hurt you too much because I don't plan on stopping," he chuckles as he wraps a large, strong hand around your neck and drags you to the bed. He carelessly tosses you onto the mattress and makes quick work of undoing his belt and pants. His face looks angry and focused, his eyes are dark.

You glance at the large, metal door and a tear slides down your face as you realize there is no getting out of this. Henry's throbbing erection springs past his underwear and brushes against your dripping clit. You gasp at the sensation, your pulse quickening as reality sets in. For weeks he had been sexually tormenting you in ways you weren't even aware of yet, but now Henry's finally taking what he wants.

"Look at how you don't even fight me. Both legs wide open; you're so desperate to be fucked out." He taunts you as he strokes himself right outside your entrance. You feel blood rise on your face in shame. You're embarrassed at how horny you are. You cover your face, unable to look at him anymore.

Henry tilts his head, scanning your hands over your face. He chuckles, thinking of more ways to get off on your shame. Without warning, he slams into you, full length. You scream in pain, and your walls throb around him, causing him to moan through his evil laughter.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he gasps, thrusting into you with no time to let you adjust.

"Henry, please!" You beg, losing your breath from the hurt.

"You really are a virgin, aren't you? There were so many rumors about you fucking the guards for more freedom," Henry teases. "I always wondered why you wouldn't give it up for me." Slowly your body adjusts to his size and the burning becomes a tight knot in your abdomen. He can tell by the way your unclenching that you're starting to like getting fucked.

"I n-never fucked a guard!" You defend yourself, but Henry just laughs at you.

"Don't you love the idea of letting them all pass you around and fill you with cum so you can skip around outside for 15 more minutes?" His relentless teasing only adds to your embarrassment.

"No! I'm not a wh-whore!" You sob, remembering how often the guards called you that when you rejected their advances.

"Yes, you are, Y/N. And you're mine. And if you don't want to be alone, then you're going to learn to love being my whore." His words seal your fate and you fall silent. You fight all urges to moan, keeping your face covered as you cry and cum. Henry laughs loudly as his thrusts speed up and he finishes deep inside you.

As you remain laid out on the bed, Henry stands and recomposes himself. He fastens his belt and straightens his hair up before exiting without another word.

You lie in a puddle of sweat and cum, completely unable to feel anything below your waist. The longer you're left to recover, the more you wonder... When he's coming back.

Henry returns the next morning, no longer taunting you because he knows you aren't going to tell anyone anything anymore. He enters the room with a new gown, placing it on the table across the room. You pretend to still be asleep after a tiring night, either to get him to leave you alone... Or to see what he'll do.

He quietly walks over to your barely-covered, naked frame and shakes his head.

"Stupid little thing," he taunts, fully aware that you're awake, but saving that information for himself. He reaches a gentle hand down to your "sleeping" face and traces over your soft lips delicately. The gentle affection causes a sudden blush on your cheeks. You open your eyes and meet his gaze above you.

"Oh, you're awake," he quips. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept okay," you move your hands to try to cover yourself as best as you can.

"Here, I brought you a new gown." Henry gracefully strides from one side of the room to the other, passing you another thin gown.

"Why can't I wear my thermals?" You question, uncomfortably.

"Because, before your last 'mistake' you were in the gown due to testing. And now you'll keep wearing it because it's so easy for me to tear off of you, okay?"

"Okay." You agree like it was instinct to do as he says. Henry helps you into the garment, tying it behind your back for you. After the final knot, he spins you around to face him. Your eyes widen as you raise your guard, unsure of his next plans with you. At this point, you put nothing past him.

He grabs both your arms by your side in the blink of an eye, keeping you restrained where you are. He pulls you into him roughly and plants a hungry kiss on your lips. You scrunch up your face, still unsure of how he makes you feel. Fantasies or not, he was violating you repeatedly. He chuckles at your confused, disgusted expression before leaving the room once again.

Part one of ???

#tw: noncon #dark!fanfiction #dark!fic #non con #dark!henry creel #henry creel smut #henry creel imagine #henry creel non con #henry creel x reader #henry creel #henry stranger things #dark!stranger things #dark!one #one non con #one stranger things #one

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joseph-munson · 1 year

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these babies.

#eddie munson #stranger things #001 stranger things #vecna stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #001 #vecna #henry stranger things #henry creel #joe quinn #joeseph quinn #joseph quinn #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell

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divinearentwe · 1 year

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The Stranger Things boys as 80s heart throb posters.

(Henrys one was a joke but I don't think it's a joke anymore)

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 5 months

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All photos taken by my beautiful mum as I was shaking too much to even focus lol. And yes- he gives the best hugs and smells incredible. He has boosted my confidence and given me something to feel happy about. His advice and kindness is always deeply appreciated.

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vneuns · 2 years

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i could change vecna/henry/001 i know this isn’t him. i could change him.

#⋆｡˚ chers love babbles ༄#HE JUST NEEDS TO BE UNDERSTOOD.#vecna x reader #vecna #vecna stranger things #001 #001 stranger things #001 x reader #henry stranger things

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comfort-person · 1 year

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Come with me, and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination

Synopsis: y/n used to reside within Hawkins lab, until the massacre… she was the one whom watched eleven send Henry into the upside down but she is constantly tormented by her demons… the ones inside her head… how could she betray Henry like that? Well the reader comes across a very familiar person… but he isn’t all that he seems. (A very horror-y aspect to it all)

Trigger warnings: attempted killing, gore, blood, violence, psychotic 001, psychotic vecna, food talk, death, all that stuff. If you’re sensitive to this then please read at your own discretion.

A/N: Yes I’m obsessed with this man but… how can I not be? I mean cmon look at him😩🫶🏻 and yes I’d also join him… I in fact volunteer as tribute.

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The lab was always a nightmare. In the past, present and future. It would always haunt you. It was the type of memory that was certain to leave a bad taste in your mouth. It was awful to say the least. But it wasn’t just that… no… it was more than that. It was Henry- you remember the day like it was yesterday,

Your body stood rigid eyes full of fear as you watched how el threw him against the wall, the edges of the wall beginning to crack and fly off like dust as Henry’s body began to melt into the wall… melting like he wasn’t a human. Melting in such a terrifying inhuman way. You wanted to help but you couldn’t, he had killed your and elevens friends. Even if those friends did bully you relentlessly it didn’t give him any rights to hurt them. They were just children. The way Henry screamed in pain begging for your help looking you dead in the eye as he begged for you to do something… but you didn’t. You just stood there hands by your sides, clenched into fists as you breathed heavily. The wall sucked him in as he flew out of sight, his screams being heard for the next few seconds until the wall quite literally sealed shut as if nothing had happened “we’ve got to go, come on,” eleven spoke grabbing your wrist as she pulled you towards the door “we need to find safety. Come on. We aren’t welcome here anymore, the bad men are after us. Come on y/n.” Her voice desperate, and you simply went along with it… head empty… brain thoughtless… your body going into autopilot. You had really just betrayed the man who helped you with everything. You felt guilty as anything but knew it was for the best, right?

-a few years later-

“You’re such a dingus oh my god!” Robin burst out laughing as she shoved Steve who was shoving as much banana into his mouth as he possibly could, you watched on slightly disgusted.“Cmonitsaworldrecordformostbananainthemouthright?” Steve spoke in such a way no one understood him. You groaned out rolling your eyes “that’s so gross Steve! Eat with your mouth closed!” You almost begged making him roll his eyes at you but he listened silently eating the rest of the banana which was all mushed up in his mouth, and once the banana was all gone he looked at both you and Robin “tough crowd huh?” He asked purposely opening another banana much to robins disgust, watching as Steve took another huge bite of the banana smiling widely at both you and Robin to try and torment you and you grimaced “no, you’re just disgusting..” robin continued as she and Steve continued bickering about whether scoffing a banana down was gross or not “at least I didn’t swallow it whole! Would you of rather me deep throat it-“ “what the fuck Steve that’s rancid!” Their argument went on back and forth but you weren’t focusing eyes locked onto the fact that there was a figure standing in the doorway your eyes squinting trying to figure out who was there “I’ll be back in a second guys,” you spoke standing up not even being acknowledged by the arguing teens…

You walked out into the hallway but no one was there, your brows furrowed as you gulped slightly. Weird things always happened in Hawkins but especially since two weeks ago… you started having more frequent dreams about the lab. About the horror that consumed your every day life in the lab it simply just wouldn’t go away. “Dustin?” You asked nervously eyes flicking back and forth “I swear to god if you and your dumb friends are playing a prank on me I will not be happy…” your voice unbeknownst to you had gone from being shaky to being echo-y as if you were in a endless tunnel. “Dustin stop this right now! I swear to god if you and your silly friends don’t come out right now I-“

click click click click tick tock tick tock tick tock

Your breath hitched a chime soon following the ticking and you soon found that there was cobwebs everywhere, dust as well, there was absolutely no human touch to it anymore as if no one had been here in decades. You spun around looking around for somewhere to run, but everywhere was boarded up… what the fuck? You quickly darted towards the front door as you heard the chimes getting closer and closer to you. You began pulling and yanking at the handle of the door not stopping until you had quite literally fallen over from pulling so hard, pulling the door handle off as well “classic! What the actual fuck” you spat out quickly forcing yourself to stand before you looked back towards the door… or well… where the door was. There was no door there anymore there was only vines that caressed the edges of the door as if waiting for an unsuspecting victim to cross its path, you let out a shaky breath unsure on what to do exactly before a sudden scream grabbed your attention,

“Y/n!!! Please! Please! Help me! I-I’m stuck! I cant get out! Y/n!!” The voice was scarily close to Eddie’s and you immediately without even thinking about it sprinted out of the front door, running to where the voice was coming from but the closer you got the further away it became his screams only growing louder and louder, screaming your name for mercy as tears stung your vision and you weren’t quite sure whether it was because of the fear you felt or the wind piercing your vision but before you could think much more of that your body collided against another body, your body collapsing onto the ground as you panted “Eddie?” You squinted looking up “ouch, why wouldn’t you recognise me?” A different voice spoke the screams stopping “look who decided to finally join me,” his voice was soft and gentle a sincere smile on his lips “someones a sleepy head this morning,” it was as if he was reciting a script to torment you… his body still clothed in that white sterile outfit,

He then held his hand out for you to take his skin still soft looking, yet little almost invisible markings were on his skin… as if his skin wasn’t his but instead of recognising the red flags in this whole entire situation to carefully reached your hand out grabbing a hold of his as he pulled you up gently his blue eyes full of trauma and sadness before he slowly let go of your hand, a stray tear had trailed down your cheek and he was quick to capture it with the pad of his thumb turning his hand to face himself as he stared at the clear liquid staining his thumb “why do you cry?” He asked and you stared in silence “why don’t I cry?” You responded rhetorically making him tilt his head to the side as if questioning you before he dropped his hand back down by his side “there’s no need to cry… I’m the same person as I was…” he soothed but there was an undertone to his voice that told you, you couldn’t trust him. He then looked back into your eyes “the offer still stands.” He spoke, slender fingers reaching forward to gently caress against your cheek “join me,”

He spoke so softly so sincerely it was almost hard to not say yes to him but you knew… he had changed in ways that you didn’t want to experience. The chimes were still in the distance and you knew that most definitely was a pawn in his game. Just like you… you were nothing but a pawn in this fantasy of his. His eyes searched yours and yours did the exact same thing back to him before you shook your head “this shouldn’t be real life… it isn’t real life. You’re fake, Henry. Stop trying to get in my head.” You demanded making him pull back a frown forming on his face “I don’t understand why you would say such a thing. This is real life. Or maybe you’re fake. Who’s to say you aren’t dead.” He almost threatened you, gaslighting you in the most ridiculous way. You stared silently staring at him before letting out a soft laugh… “I love when you laugh” he spoke making your smile disappear in an instant. “This is real life, yes, but you… YOU. You aren’t real.” You spat out and just as Henry was about to twist those words on you again you cut him off “and I am real, one, realer than you… because if I was fake… then would I be able to do this?” And in one quick movement you threw your hand forward attempting to throw him but his large hand wrapped around your wrist turning your wrist in such a way that it caused you so much agony, your lips parting, shuttered breaths leaving your lips as you tried to pull away from him “ah, ah, ah… I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” His slender fingers curled further around your wrist tightening in such a painful way that your knees buckled beneath you as you began to kneel in agony until your knees touched the ground and he let go of your wrist

“I don’t want to hurt you,”

He shook his head along with his words before exhaling softly “but if I have to, I have to… okay?” His eyes remained on you but you didn’t respond watching how he tilted his head to the side staring at you “I’ll give you one last chance, y/n, join me.” He spoke as he crossed his arms over his chest, you breathed heavily cradling your wrist like a baby as you began automatically shaking your head but you feared what he would do to you if you didn’t and so your shaking head soon turned to nodding the smile that appeared on Henry’s lips being unrecognisable “that’s what I like to hear” he then slowly walked towards you as he helped you stand carefully “I just wanted to rule the world with you y/n, yet you and Eleven had to ruin it. Didn’t you?” He whispered gazing into your eyes, tears forming in your eyes “you’re just so guilty aren’t you? Pent up with so much guilt and regret for leaving the only person who could save you… isn’t that right…” you didn’t dare look into his eyes before he grasped onto your chin forcing you to look at him “isn’t it?” Your eyes searching his before you slowly nodded “yes.” You whispered out feeling completely weak against him,

“I’m sorry, Henry.” You whispered out and his eyes softened “don’t be. Be grateful we met again…. Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination, you’ll be happy with me. I promise. Those bad things that happen to the people you love… they won’t happen ever again. Now that you’re with me.” He whispered into your ear as he pulled you closer and closer until you were wrapped up in his embrace, the smell of him still lingering… he smelt of the lab… he smelt of everything wonderful: flowers, daisies, the cologne he always wore and just everything you loved… but that didn’t distract you from the fact that his human form, the clothes beneath your fingers seemed to melt into nothingness. You froze… you could feel the way something on him moved. It felt like some sort of sea creature or alien… or unearthed creature… and that’s when you noticed it… tentacles slithering up and down his body “Henry” you whispered out hands now resting against his chest trying to push him away “Henry I don’t like this” you spoke panicked your anxiety rising. “Henry stop this!” You yelled wriggling against his vice like grip “hush… y/n… hush… your suffering is about to come to an end… you said you wanted to join me… so you’ll join me.” He said his voice now totally demonic. It didn’t sound like him… it sounded like some sort of monster.

You continued struggling as you hit at his abdomen in hopes of getting out of his grip “struggling will make it worse” he spoke in such a horrific tone that it made you struggle worse and then that’s when you felt it… your sunglasses in your pocket, your knew it wouldn’t do much but it was something and so you reached into your pocket despair setting in as you desperately lifted your sunglasses above your head before penetrating the arm of the glasses straight into his eye his grip on your loosening as he doubled over his large left hand crushing your sunglasses into nothingness, your legs quickly carried you along the world full of debris your breathing heavy as you sprinted away from him but the further you got the closer to him you remained… it was horrifying. You looked over your shoulder seeing a large tentacle coming straight your way, it was vine like, as if he had control over nature and just as it was about to wrap around your ankle you jumped back watching as it curled around nothing,

“You can hide y/n but you can’t run forever… remember what papa said? The more energy you burn the harder it becomes… you stop now and this’ll be easy for you. I promise.”

He spoke tormenting you as you continued running not stopping, your chest ached eyes full of terrified tears. You ran towards Steve’s home that was completely boarded up again the door that once disappeared now replaced “no no no no oh my god” a soft scream left your lips as you banged on the door loudly “don’t ignore me sweetheart… you can’t ignore me… I won’t let you” he seethed out the sound of his voice now right by your ear and you tensed up “you betrayed me y/n… I won’t ever forgive you for that… but if you join me we can start that process of forgiveness. Cant we?” His nails stroked against your back before he turned you around to look at him “can’t we?” He asked tilting his head as he leaned his head forward eyes a darker shade of blue as he glared into your eyes expectantly, he watched as you sobbed, his head moving back as he took a slight step back a sudden softness overcoming him as he stared at you “or do you need a little longer to decide, hm?” He asked and your breath hitched trying to back into the doorway more as you watched how this figure of his seemed to shrink down into the real Henry a small smile on his lips “I can see you’re struggling. And that’s okay. You’ve got time…” a grandfather clock chimed just a few meters away before he gently grabbed a hold of your hand “not everything’s as it seems… I promise we’ll be happy together one day.” He spoke with a little smile eyes glowing with that warmth again before you sniffled looking at him “I’m sorry Henry.” You whispered and all he did was smile before pulling you close again holding you in such an angelic way that you immediately calmed down in his embrace… “don’t be. You’ll join me soon and realise that, that’s the best thing to do.” A smirk tugged at his lips as he closed his eyes keeping a hold of you….

‘Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you’ll see into your imagination… we’ll begin with a spin travelling in the word of my creation, what we’ll see will defy explanation,

If you want to view paradise simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it. Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it,

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination living there you’ll be free if you truly wish to be…’

“Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination…” the voices were all of Henry’s, Steve’s, Eddie’s, robins… all those you loved but there was that deeper voice of that monster you didn’t wish to encounter again “y/n!” A voice yelled and you fell out of Henry’s arms watching as he smiled watching you fall through the door that was once again no longer there, his figure disappearing as you landed straight into Steve’s arms “Jesus christ! Thank god…” Steve stared down at you eyes full of worry “are you okay?” You then removed the headphones from your ears that were constantly playing the same lyrics over and over again your breath hitching as you stared up at Steve horror in your eyes “she looks exactly like max when she had that experience” Lucas spoke eyes full of worry and you realised your other friends had now appeared there… “what did you see y/n?” Max asked and you stared at her “a monster…” you whispered unsure of how to describe him or it. You didn’t even know… but you watched as everyone looked to each other… and in synchronisation they all spoke the same simple name…

“Vecna”

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