Just finished ST vol 2 and the concept of being Henrys first.
slightly nsfw i want this freaky dude so bad
(should i turn this into a fic)
Before he took the children of Hawkins. Before he chose Holly or Derrick or any of the other children, he had his eye on you..
A pediatrics nurse at Hawkins General Hospital. When he was trying to find Max, he searched the hospital desperately, but his mind got stuck at you.
He didn’t know you were Max’s nurse. He couldn’t seem to get past you, and it infuriated him.
This was when Mr. Whatsit was invented. He claimed to be visiting his niece, but never specified room numbers. He introduced himself as Henry then.
When you spoke about the handsome man in the brown suit at the nurses station, the other nurses looked at you like you’d grown a second head.
He kept visiting for many days and you quickly learned to stop talking about him, considering your coworkers wanted to 51-50 you. And a few days after that you told him to leave you alone, that you couldn’t focus on work and was risking your job just talking to him.
After you had gone to bed, he sent the demogorgan after you, leaving nothing to your existence except the small loft you called your own, with a burnt tear through your bedroom ceiling.
You were initially confused, and angry, attempting to escape but finding the woods unfamiliar to those of Hawkins. After multiple attempts, you surrendered to the prison he’d built, giving in and attempting to at least enjoy his house.
After so much time being trapped, you gave in fully, letting him fuck you over the dining table after experiencing months of pent up anger and attraction
He was somehow distant, yet attentive, always trying to let you see how good you have it with him.
You didnt have to work, you had all the time in the world to do whatever you wanted.
He only had one rule: do not enter the woods.
Henry promised it was for your safety, it was why he had gotten so angry each time he’d found you in the woods, because he was terrified your own stupidity would kill you.
So naturally you started to believe him, the woods really were that dangerous, and he could only keep you safe here.
He loved getting you under his control, seeing you go from a spirited woman to a docile pet.
And of course he loved his pet, who wouldn’t. He fed you and bathed you and provided you with everything you could ever want.
A warm soft bed, food prepared before you even wake up, a lovely house, plenty of sun and whatever entertainment you so fancied.
It was like a dream, some long and fucked up dream, and rather than fighting it, you wanted to at least enjoy the ride until you woke up.
When Henry came home from wherever it was he went, the first place he would go to was you. He’d sink into the couch or bed on top of you, or pin you against the counter or wall, and he would greet you with a long slow kiss.
His fingers would slide over your jaw as he gave you a cheeky look before locking his lips with yours.
His knee would slide between your legs and provided much needed pressure as he coaxed the tongue from your mouth.
When his fingers would play with the buttons of the lovely dress he provided for you, yours would be sliding up his shirt. After all he’s given you, how could you refuse?
