#and why El still has her powers (she has to lose them after defeating vecna thats just my truth) and also why

[mike-haters-dni]

Woah I did it again guys stole this right from the writer's room google drive what do we think

[usetheeauthor]

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2: Legacy +18

Switch!Vecna x Dark!Fem!Reader

A/N: Made a part 2 because I got a few readers asking for it. So why not? We love some of that Vecnussy! This story takes place a 1 year after Reader has given herself to Vecna Daddy. She’s pregnant and she’s gonna show her man that he is the ruler of the Upside Down for a reason. This is another of the reader’s diary recordings. Enjoy! Part 1

Summary: After losing his battle against El and her group of friends, Vecna feels discouraged. At first, he ignores you and it upsets you so much you try to get rid of your feelings for him. Now you’ll do what you can as his queen to cheer him up and show him his greatness and his future legacy.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: dom/sub undertones, pregnant!reader, pregnant sex, tentacle sex, p in v penetration (unprotected), evil!reader, dry humping, heavy making out, choking, spit kink, riding, daddy/master/king kink, slight queen/mommy kink, breeding kink, gentle-ish sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, if you squint praise kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral sex/fingering (f receiving), vecna/peter human and monster hybrid, some soft vecna & reader moments, a bit blasphemous

“Bring me Eleven.”

Those words still echo in your mind. It was the beginning of your torment and depression as you realized that wasn’t anything you could do to fulfill his request. You could tell that it would take a lot more than your kindness to lure the girl to you. She was some importance to him. Possibly his family.

You could only imagine what it would. be like if you were all a family together side by side and ruling the world.

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September 12, 1984

Dear Diary,

My heart hurts for the one I love. He is unhappy. That makes me unhappy, too. The girl is a lot stronger than we’ve anticipated. She has defeated the Demogorgan. I was so sure that we’d get her. She’s gotten reinforcements. Children and Adults fighting by her side. Humans.

It makes me angry. How on earth can a group of humans defeated an otherworldly monster? Although, the anthropologist in me finds them quite…fascinating. For a little girl to be capable of such power and defeat this lovecraftian creature, it’s revolutionary, to say the least.

Yet watching my king suffer at the hands of her actions overpowers my curiosity. My king commanded I’d bring her and I’ve tried to no avail. He’s shown me mercy despite this. So I will not let his plans of domination go in vain. I will make them pay.

September 18, 1984

Dear Diary,

Throughout the week, I’ve been feeling unwell. I’m convinced it is from stress. I can’t keep him happy and it drives me crazy. I want to be his peace. I’ve offered my body and soul to him. I worry this isn’t enough.

I’ve woken up at night in cold sweats and shivers my bed. No nightmares and no signs of Vecna. Had he left me alone? Is he disappointed in me? I couldn’t bare the thought of losing him. I couldn’t possibly go back to my mundane life amongst the cluelessness of humanity around me.

September 21, 1984

Dear Diary,

To spite my love, I’ve gone to church asking for the Good Priest forgiveness for my sins. I’ve sinned for loving you. You don’t love the way that I do. I love hard. I love devoted and committed. You’ve left me to deal with these emotions on my own so now I will pray to rid of them.

I’ve told the Priest of the night tremors, sweats, and the vomiting. He says the vomiting is my body’s way of dispelling the demons that live inside me. Honestly, I think he’s full of shit. The way he eyes my body says that he wants me. Maybe I should give myself to him instead. Even writing that in my journal made my body physically revolt at that thought.

There is no fixing me. I am broken. You’ve broken me for anyone else. Why does knowing that you’ve broken me fill me with a sense of worth? Is it because I was made to be ruined by you?

September 23, 1984

Dear Diary,

I’m…pregnant. I will have you again. I will make you happy, my king.

You approach Vecna who sat at his throne, distracting himself with his pet tarantula that crawled around on his hand. Getting on your knees in front of him, you kissed each clothed knee.

Not saying a word, he rubs the top of your head before resuming his attention back to the spider.

“My king, I have news for you.”

“Could it wait?” He says. It’s a tone mix of boredom and annoyance.

“I believe it could possibly wait but also I think you should know.”

“I’m not in any mood for your riddles.” He growls.

“No, my king. No riddles,” You sigh, wanting to find where to begin. “I’ve noticed you’ve been down. You haven’t paid me any attention, touched me, or used me for your pleasure, my lord. I confessed it made me angry to see you give up on me so easily when all I do is yearn for you. I went to seek religious advice to free your grasp from me but it proved futile. I’m helplessly in love and dedicated to you.”

He reaches out a hand cupping your face and you nuzzle into it. “I’m sorry I ever tried to remove yourself from me. It will never happen again.” You finished.

“I have apologies to you, Y/N. I haven’t been myself since battle. I’ve sent my monsters in place of myself thinking they could do the job and they’ve failed. I can’t let this continue. I need my vision to be viewed across the world.”

“And it will,” You cupped his face on either side still resting on your knees in front of him. “We won’t stop here. It is only the beginning. We shall be the ones to win the next time. You’re stronger and more intelligent than any of those pathetic mortals. That is part of why I serve you. I see the potential opportunities you can bring to this godless world. I am here to carry it out with you. By your side.”

He rises off his thrown, his tendrils whipping around him wildly like the snakes of medusa. You look up at him in awe and admiration.

“Stand, my queen.”

You do as he says, slowly rising and never once breaking eye contact. “Kiss me. Make me feel like I am worthy again.”

The tendrils coils around your waist, bringing your body close to his. “You are always worthy even without me in your life.”

“Don’t let me imagine life without you.” Your lips press against his and your wrap your arms around him.

This kiss is hungry and you knew that when Vecna became excited his vines would find themselves all around you, wanting to touch every inch. He wasn’t used to this kind of love. Someone who touched him the way you would. He was sure you’d find him scary and repulsive the first time you saw him, only having half of his former appearance mixed in with his monstrous look.

Little did he know, you found that side of him to be the sexiest. It was the best of both worlds to have the beautiful blue eyed, blonde haired, soft pink lips and chiseled face of his human beauty along with the otherworldlinesses of his body.

You craved him so bad, you tugged on the belt of his torn white pants, lifted leg to wrap around his waist, and ground against his growing erection. His hands gripping your butt. On most occasions, he’d chastised you for your greedy behavior but today it seemed that he desperately needed you against him, too.

The kiss became so heated that you’d stumbled back onto his throne chair. You straddled him, continuing to kiss and grind against him like your life depended on it. You yank at his shirt nearly tearing at the fabric that’s already been so damaged. He’s pleasantly surprised by this change of pace, groaning at your bold movements.

You were so wet that it seeped through your panties onto him. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered against his lips. He is in shock looking at you as if he hadn’t heard you right. He needed to hear you say it again.

“I’m with child. Your child.”

He looks pleased with this news. His excitement cannot be contained as he collides his lips onto yours. It’s a sloppy kiss filled with tongue and occasionally you sink your teeth into his bottom lip and suck on his tongue. You dried hump him like some kind of horny teenager and he approved. He enjoyed seeing those moments where you wanted him so badly that you were willing to break his rules.

“Fuck me, master. Take your frustrations out on me.” You groaned.

He slithers a tentacle between your bodies, teasing at your clit. The suctions on them causing you to sob under his touch. You bucked your hips wildly trying to feel the wet, slimy feeler running through your folds.

“I want you to fuck me,” He says. “Ride me on this throne. When I feel like I’ve had enough, I’ll take control,” He wraps a tentacle around your neck, threatening. “Don’t go be too greedy. I don’t want you to end up hurting yourself or my child.“

My Child.

“Yes, master.” Your eyes rolled back at the sound of him claiming what you’ve produced together. Enjoying him saying that and his tendril wrapped around your neck, you hadn’t noticed that he already lowered his pants and positioned you over him. You felt him bring his large hands down on your shoulders, lowering you onto his juicy, fat cock.

You gasp. “Holy fuck.”

He thrusts deep, bottoming out inside you. “Begin, my queen.”

Following his command, you bounced up and down on his lap. It felt so good to be filled with him again, you nearly passed out each time he hit against your spongy button. The slimy extender wraps tighter around you each time you did something that made him groan out loud.

“Does my queen feel like she’s getting all that she desires?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You cried out, voice slightly strained from the vine tightening. Not wanting to suffocate you, he removes his grip then slaps a wet tentacle on the side of your thigh.

“Faster, harder.” He orders, slapping the tentacle against another thigh.

You do just that, bringing your hands back to rest on his knees as you circled your hips then brought yourself up and down harder on his length. This position allowed him access to lift your dress, hanging it over your face and head, blocking your view. It didn’t matter to him though as this allowed him to focus on your tits bouncing with the force of each thrust and watching your glistening pussy swallow his huge length inside you. He moves your panties further to the side to witness the glorious sight, droplets of cum coating your puffy lips.

You’re so wet that the sounds of his vines adjusting was no competition to the squelching between your bodies. He snakes over your body letting you feel it writhe against your stomach and chest, using the tip of it to toy and pinch your nipples.

“I love how needy you are. Always making sure your king is happy. That is why you are so valuable to me.” He feels you clenching and unclenching around him knowing that this needed to be taken to another notch.

Pulling your dress up off of you, now you could see his face. He looked fucked out biting at his perfect lips. You kiss and teased his bottom lip and he rubs at your clit with a thumb. You were so close to falling apart in his hands. All he had to do was give you one hard thrust and you’d be melting.

Instead, he wraps the tendrils around your arms lifting you off of him. You groan at the loss of him, feeling yourself about to cry until he rests your back against the throne chair. He pulls your underwear down your legs, falling to his knees and dives his lips between them.

Your back arches of the seat, hands entangled in his hair. If anyone were to hear your cries, they’d assumed you were being tortured. They wouldn’t be to far off. It’s felt so good that didn’t seem humanly possible to experience.

At some point, you found yourself fighting against him, pulling at his hair harshly to make it stop but it only egged him on further. He sucks the juices off each lip and then moves his incredible long tongue up and down your slit then back at your clit to suck into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, master. I can’t take it. It’s too good.” You shook and gasped staccato breaths, trying to breathe normal but his mouth against won’t allow it. He dips his abnormally elongated fingers into you and you’re seeing stars.

You cum undone without warning, gushing all over his mouth, face, and hands. You didn’t expect to cum so suddenly or you would have told him. You quickly realize your mistake, apologizing profusely only to fall mute when he shoved his veiny cock into you once more.

You flung a hand over your mouth at the sudden fullness.

He’s breathing shakily against you, a tentacle pulling up at your hair so that you’d look him in the eyes while he took you. All you could do is stare at his electric eyes while you felt the delicious pressure coming and going inside you.

“Tell me I’ll be a good mommy, daddy. Need to hear that I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be a wonderful mommy. I will continue to make you one, too. You’d love for me to fill you with my cum.”

“Yes! Fuck yes!”

He rubs hard at your clit, spitting into your panting mouth simultaneously. You swallow with no hesitation, showing him your tongue. He sucks at your tongue now and ruts deeper and slower into you. The overstimulation causing a slight tickle sensation that was borderline painful but you loved it.

“I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy.”

“Uh-huh.” You encouraged.

“Gonna fill you up.”

“Yes, fill me up, daddy.”

“Gonna make you a mommy.”

“Please.” You whimpered.

He brings your head down to look between your bodies. “See how wet you are. Only your king can make you feel this way.” With another tentacle, he gather some of your creamy arousal, bringing it up to your lips. You wrap your mouth around it bobbing your head back and forth the way you’d do for his cock.

“I need you to cum with me.”

“Yes, daddy.” He slaps a hand down on your clit and your eyes bug out as another orgasm racks through you so violently, your head hits against the hard throne making you dizzy and enhancing the orgasm even more. You’re rendered delirious by this sensation.

Vecna spread your legs wider, each knee pressed against the arms of the chair as he ruts into you with sloppy, deep thrusts. He lets out a stretched out growl that is so sexy that you clenched around him so hard, he’s unable to thrust out again. His spurts of cum hit around your walls and you relish in it, closing your eyes to feel his hot cum deep inside you.

You’re both sweaty and panting. He’s hovered over you. Your eyes locking and staring at each other intensely. You don’t want him to pull out just yet, grabbing onto his shirt.

“I love you, my king,” You kissed his forehead not minding that it was covered in sweat while running your hands through his hair and straightening it. “I look forward to building this new world with you. Your legacy shall live in for as long as I am your queen.”

Vecna had never seen such a wicked soul. For the first time, he had an ally. He knew love. He could finally smile.

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