#henry deaver x reader

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

I need Bill skarsgård x reader asap please someone make fanfic of him I swear to god,He's so fine. I need more fanfics of this man in real life and his characters that he plays like I'm begging 😭 😩 😫 🙏

[stevesharrlngtons]

bill skarsgard characters

(2020-2021)

stories.

the kid

when the twilight is gone, you come into my heart

you get far more than you bargained for after agreeing to visit a long lost mysterious inmate at shawshank prisoner

mickey

just a little downhill 

after a hard day of work, mickey comes home to a very unwelcome and unexpected guest: his little brother

-discontinued.

[pearlstiare]

I kinda want to write something because i have read all the fanficion and one shots about all my fav character but i don’t think anybody will think my writing is good enough… also English is not my first language and I’m scared of misspelled words

So I’m going to say fuck it and try it, hopefully everyone likes what I write… so please don’t be shy to send me some request, some of the character that i’m going to write are in the #

[emmyrosee]

Emmmyyy, your works on The Kid have been giving me such intense feels, which lead me to this thought. What would happen if you were in the hospital? Maybe it was a car accident, something that would warrant you to stay in the hospital overnight. How would The Kid find out? Who is the primary contact? Would he go to the hospital or wait for you to return home? If he ended up going, how would he react to seeing you hurt? How would you react to him being there? What would he do once he saw you? So many questions, I apologize for bombarding you with this mass of angst! - 🦋

WOAH.

W O A H.

EXCUSE YOU HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY HEART

I feel like The Kid, in times of serious problems where you can’t be there with him, can really hone in on the part of him that remembers “the before,” and he gets a really, really strong shell that just keeps him grounded as you usually would, if you were there.

Like he can order himself an Uber. He can check in at the hospital, letting them know he’s your lover and he was with you just before. He pulls out all the things Henry Deaver used to pull out before his life changed. And if they send him home, he does go home, makes the bed, something to eat, and warms up some clothes for you to be comfortable when you get back.

He has the ability to shell up and be a “man,” but the minute you’re stable? The minute you give him your weak smile and call him close? Forget it.

He’d just collapse by your side, sobbing and nuzzling into you gently as to not agitate your injuries further, sniffling and whimpering saying ��I was so scared... you scared me...”

And when he has to put up that shell? Like when he has to zone in and be strong for you, it takes a lot out of him. You’ve taken such good care of him, sometimes he forgets how to do it, or that he can do it. And whether you’re at the hospital or at home, he curls up next to you in his small little ball, an arm around your leg or waist and he settles into the warmth of your skin, relishing in your soft carding of his chocolatey hair, making sure to be touching you no matter what as you both doze off.

He’s just..... I love him so much 😭🥺

[hecohansen31]

Oooh how about #5 with Henry Deaver?

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

So... HUGE DISCLAIMER: this is my first time ever writing for him so I am sorry if this sucks, please do let me know what you think I might do to make it better (and I am sorry this isn’t subby! Henry... I just... I just.. IT MADE ME FEEL THINGS, OK?).

WARNINGS: Henry Deaver (before becoming/being The Kid), Mention of Drug Addictions (Reader implies having had an addition and having gone to rehab), Dom-Sub Dynamics, Edging, Exhibitionism, Sex Toys.

You didn’t know how you had gotten yourself in so much trouble.

Even more when you had thought that starting to date somebody like Henry would have meant certainly no surprises and a lifetime of perfect happiness with the ‘Charlotte’ ending your parents had been looking out for you for all your life.

But it ended up being much more.

You had met Henry at one of your parents’ business parties, after you had come home from the umpteenth rehab facility, being the perfect portrayal of the spoiled daughter who had never been given true affection.

‘Look (Y/N), this is Henry Deaver! He comes from a small city, but managed to get through so much and now owns one of the biggest corporations in the city…’ and yada yada yada…

You had thought he wasn’t anything more than ‘the perfect guy of the next door’, and when he had started courting you, you had allowed him, mostly because you needed to let your parents lay down their control on you, to sneak out again.

But you had bargained for much more.

Shit, not solely you had been utterly clean for the entire time you had spent with Henry, but you were slowly starting to fall for the fucking idiot that he was.

But more importantly, your fucking sexual life was everything you had wished to discover and never had been able to feel, after you had been going through one too many quickies in dark alleys and fucks that satisfied only the other part and not you, for a small dosage of your favorite poison.

But with Henry not solely you didn’t have to fake anything, but you strived to satisfy him, in something that had brought you to that gala evening.

With a fucking vibrator between your legs and a plug in your asshole.

Had it been anybody else you wouldn’t have been convinced in the slightest to do anything like this.

You had always enjoyed being the family development, but after the drugs and the alcohol had come onto you, you had developed a special kind of apathy.

Which was completely shattered with Henry.

You shifted lightly in the long purplish dress you had chosen for that night, the soft fabric of it being an ulterior stimulation to you and you could feel yourself dripping in your panties, meanwhile your nipples pushed against the fabric, although the thick material avoided anything to be seen.

Henry was quite possessive when he wanted to be.

In a way that made it almost fun to toy with him.

Almost as much as it was fun for you when he did the same with you.

The pressure in you lowered and you were almost grateful for it sending Henry a soft look, meanwhile he talked with some colleagues, having probably lowered the vibration so that you could intervene with them, since they all looked at you expectantly.

You were halfway through muttering something when the vibration came back.

Stronger than before.

Whatever word you had intention to say was hidden by a horridly fake cough, as Henry lightly chastised you with a harsh look.

You knew this game.

You had agreed to play it.

Because you liked the thrill of it, the exhibitionism in which you indulged yourself for Henry’s voyeurism with the way he would look at you, waiting for the perfect moment to act.

But Gosh, weren’t you feeling completely lost.

And the fact that you were in public didn’t help.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, saying you were in need of fresh water, but the truth was that the vibration was starting to edge you through the point of no return.

But you knew that if anything had happened, without Henry allowing it, you would have been in bigger troubles than the ones you were already in.

You felt him come after you, although he gave you a few minutes of advantage, the vibration finally coming to an halt, but your body was tense, knowing that this meant that only something worse would have happened.

The bathroom was a dangerous location but thankfully it was desert and for Henry it was easy to push you in the first stall, making you smirk softly at him.

You wouldn’t have ever expected Henry to be this aggressive and rough, even more when he had stuttered his way out of the first date, but it certainly didn’t make you feel any less for him.

‘… don’t you know the fucking rules, baby?’ he mumbled in your ear, meanwhile his big hands itched to touch your dress, palming your body over it ‘… you can’t tap out, without the proper word’.

But you didn’t want the play to end.

‘Daddy…’ Gosh, you wouldn’t have ever thought to be the kind of girl to fucking call a man ‘daddy’, but here you were with your legs clenching the egg inside of you, meanwhile the plug in your ass added solely more stimulation to your drenched cunt. ‘… it is too much…’.

‘But you have taken worse, sweetie’ indeed you had, but never in public ‘Don’t you want to make me proud?’.

His hand quickly disappeared underneath the5 dress toying with the toy inside of you, the tip of it being lightly pushed forward and then back in a teasing action that made you tip right over the edge.

And you clutched Henry’s arms to let him know.

But he just intensified the vibration in you.

And you were lost in the feeling.

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Against the Rules - Henry Deaver x Mistress

Warning: 18+ overall. Mentions of sex/cheating/spousal conflict/mature themes. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: Thank you all for the asks and for following me on this ridiculous journey. Hope you enjoy this part. Let me know your thoughts. Any and allreblogs/comments are very much appreciated!

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Everything was changing so fast. One day you were pouring coffee, wiping down tables and getting stiffed on tips in a hotel cafe and the next you were taking the elevator to the top floor standing next to Henry who looked great in his new suit.

It took some restraint not to tell him how good he looked in the slim-fitting ensemble. You had approved the look during a shopping trip he had taken you on a few days prior. It stood out in his wardrobe but wasn't flashy enough to attract too much attention. There was just something different about him. A bubbliness, a lilt, a brightness that erased the exhaustion from under his bi-coloured eyes. His employees and colleagues complimented him, unsure of what it was about him that seemed different. All they knew was that Henry Deaver looked great.

You knew what was different. Henry was happy.

His office was in the Easternmost corner of the top floor of a building that dwarfed many other prestigious surrounding businesses. Half the office was floor-to-ceiling windows and the rest of it was painted starch white. He had a comfortable desk and chair, all recent modern design, functionality and no compromise on style. The artwork on the walls were soulful glimpses of foreign lands festooned with lights, cobblestone, rolling hills and squat brown, red, yellow and orange structures.

"Wow," your voice echoed in the office.

"You can see why I try to spend as little time here as possible," he gestured around the wide room.

"I don't see why... This is a beautiful office."

"Really? Feels like a prison to me."

"A five-star prison," you laughed.

Henry shrugged his shoulders, shelving his large hands on his hips with a soliciting smile. "It's basically you and I in here occasionally. You met the receptionist out front but the desk just outside is yours whenever we're here. Nobody walks through these doors unless authorized."

"Unless they have an appointment," you recalled.

"That's right," he nodded. "See? Told you this was going to be easy."

"Except when somebody asks me a question about what to do or where to go."

"It's not your job to know. Your job is simply to take my calls if I'm busy, pencil in meetings, schedule my flights, book hotels and reservations. You know... Anything that has to do with me while I'm occupied. You are an extension of me. And don't look so worried, you'll get to know my clients quickly. My phone isn't ringing off the hook like some of the other guys in here."

"That's good to know," you completed your walk around his office and stopped a few feet from him.

His eyes climbed down your body and then back up. The pleasant smile softened, taking on a tinge of lust. "God, you look so good in that skirt."

"Mr. Deaver... I won't be needing to file a harassment claim so soon, will I?"

Henry snapped his fingers, remembering an important piece of information that trumped any kind of romantic exchange that may have continued. "That reminds me... You'll have to go talk to Helen in HR to go over some things. Sign some papers. Probably a whole lot of other Human Resource-related things. So, why don't we do that before heading to lunch?"

"Sure," you smiled.

Henry walked you through the office and brought you to a contrite little woman with a tight bun and grandmotherly features. Helen took you aside and had you sign a few documents, read a few pages and then handed you a page about workplace relationships and harassment.

"Now, we don't scrutinize what you do in your personal life, but it is against company policy for any employee to engage in romantic relationships with any performance-appraising figure. Now, since the only person you answer to is Mr. Deaver, that narrows it down a bit," the woman chuckled.

Your skin flared as a nervous breath left you in the form of a strained laugh. "Yes, of course."

"He's married, anyway. I don't think we have much to worry about. Nevertheless, you must sign to state you understand and accept the policy. You'll also have to complete a one-hour workplace harassment course. It's nothing really. Just an old, out-dated video with a multiple-choice test that you can't fail."

"Right," you nodded cooperatively.

Helen had you sit down and watch the workplace harassment video right then and there while she input all your information into a computer. The video was on a DVD and you couldn't remember the last time you had heard the crack of a plastic movie case being opened. The media format was youthful compared to the age of the video and you snickered at some of the campiness of a low-budget sexual harassment training video. Some parts made you cringe, and others made you sweat.

"If you ever feel assailed by your boss, you can speak up! If your employer withholds raises and promotions from you because of your refusal to accept romantic advances, you CAN speak up! If a co-worker makes inappropriate comments about your race, gender, sexual orientation or religion, you CAN speak up! There are laws in place to protect employees from unwanted advances. Remember... You CAN speak up! Your Human Resources officer will assist you and provide you with the proper steps..."

You lost yourself in daydreams and hardly paid attention to the video after a while. Henry had been strolling by the HR office every few minutes to flash you a look. It was cute to see how eager he was to get the ball rolling. The formalities were more painful to him than they were to you. When you were finally released from Helen's charge, Henry met you outside of the office and sighed.

"Jesus, what did you do in there? Watch all of her home movies?"

You laughed at the hint of a pout that tugged at his bottom lip, making the dimple on his chin appear and fade. "I had to watch a video on harassment in the workplace and I have to tell you... I learned some very interesting information watching all those poor, shoulder-pad-wearing employees being assailed by their bosses."

Henry clamped down on the inside of his cheek for a moment, shoulders rising with a silent laugh. "Right. Assailed."

You followed Henry back to his office where a laptop had appeared on his desk. He sat down in the desk chair and motioned for you to approach. You looked down at the screen he had up and didn't recognize even a square inch of what you saw.

"I have a bit of a database on my clients that you can use. It might be useful for when you get those phone calls. They won't assume that you don't know them, so you can use this to get a better idea of who they are, where they come from and our roles. Might make you sound better on the phone... not that you don't sound good on the phone."

You bit back a smirk, but it showed anyway. "Sure thing, Mr. Deaver."

He used his long legs to push himself out from under the desk. "Since it's getting kind of late, I figured we could order lunch in and just sit around. You know... Go over some stuff. I'll have to brief you on the current project. We'll be heading to Prague next week, so I'll have to get you the company card and all of that."

The day matured, the sun started to go down and five o'clock had come and gone along with nearly every person on the floor. Nobody came by to bother Henry, so you had several uninterrupted hours of learning. And he maintained his professionalism even during the times you tested him. When it came down to work, he was a tough man to distract. It was only the first day but you couldn’t resist trying to irk him a little bit.

Henry got up, shrugged out of his suit jacket and took a few stretching steps around the office. The skyline was starting to melt into purple that would then turn navy blue as a bruise, swivelled toward the door and went to peer out.

"Guess everyone's gone for the day," he said under the distinct locking of the door.

"I suppose so. We stayed late."

"It's necessary. We need to get you up to speed as soon as possible. We fly next week. How are you feeling about everything? Is there anything that still confuses you?"

You thought about all he had taught you in those hours and shrugged. "If I think of a question, I'll ask you, sir."

Henry flashed a sage smile that soon faded as he looked out over the darkening city line. "You hungry?"

"Only for your cock."

"Babe... Come on. It's our first day."

"Not my first day wanting every inch of that--"

"I'm serious!" He turned from the windows and approached the desk.

His lack of playfulness was disconcerting, but you respectfully shut your mouth and waited for him to circle the desk. Henry pushed the chair you were in to make some space between you and the desk. Sidestepping, he came up close, peering down with that same humourless expression.

"Get up," he muttered.

"Why?"

"You're questioning me already? Get. Up." He hammered out the last two words.

"Okay," you murmured, rising from the chair.

"Bend over the desk," he then whispered.

When you were resting your weight on the flat surface, Henry took a step behind you. No contact was made, and you turned your head to see what the reflections in the windows told of. He let his palm slide flat against the back of your skirt before it pulled back in a flash and clapped you.

Henry had never done that to you before. Jaw distended and eyes wide, you looked back at him and couldn't tell if you should make light of it or entertain the perversity by playing along.

"When you're in my office," he began. "You follow my rules. Out there you get to be whomever you want. Mistress, sex kitten, the innocent-looking girl from the cafe... But in here... You're fucking mine. And you listen to me. And you never ever question my authority. Do you understand?"

Had Henry been capable of this the whole time or had he picked up this trick from hanging around with you too much? Either way, it sent excitement trilling all over your body, manifesting between your legs as pure arousal. Hearing his voice darken and those domineering words sliding down the back of your neck as his hand squeezed your ass made you shiver.

"I said... Do you understand?" His groin pressed into you from behind.

"Yes, sir."

"That's right." He undid his belt and sat down in the desk chair that you had previously occupied. "Oh, I love having my own naughty little office slut."

A trickle of his usual pleasant tone returned, and you smiled at him. The jangling of his belt falling away caught your attention and you watched him pull his cock out of the pants you had been admiring all day.

"Come sit on your boss' cock."

"Sir... Isn't that against the rules?"

"Do I look like I give a shit? Go ahead and run to HR and tell them about how your pussy got so wet from the thought of fucking your boss that you simply couldn't help but..." He reached out to hike up your skirt and wrench down your panties. "Slide your panties off and have a seat on his lap."

You indulged him. Of course. Because indulging him meant indulging yourself and the thought of Henry fucking you in the middle of his office, after hours, in front of a mammoth pane of glass while the city twinkled below was not a fulfillment you could take off the shelf any another day but today. It had to happen right then and there. So much of your time had been spent fantasizing about how delectable it would be to fuck Henry in his office. But this was even better. Henry was playing conductor this time.

"Come on, don't worry," his words rang sweetly. "Door's locked. Everyone's gone home. You and I can have a little more private time, right? I could have fucked you twenty times already today and nobody would have known."

"Why didn't you?"

"Oh," Henry chortled, not so easily derailed by your challenge. "Trust me, sweetheart... Daddy was thinking about it."

Your mouth opened but a quip could not follow how he had addressed himself. Shit, Henry had it in him. It was you who normally initiated the depravity. You wanted to be proud of him, but you could do that later.

Cashing in on that fulfillment, you relaxed against him like he was but part of the chair. He hissed when he spotted the right angle and slid every inch of himself into you dreadfully slow. He breathed next to your ear and hummed with delight when you sat flush against him, thighs spread out over his. The cold metal of his belt poked you too, but you didn't care. It was filthy and evocative of the spit in the face of professionalism that Henry seemed to hold so high.

Dark reflections in the window became an extradimensional porno playing on a crystal projector screen in the foreground of the city you had grown up in. Henry wasn't the quiet, apprehensive man-in-black that you met at your old job. And you weren't the girl with a simplified life of frugality and the less-than-average sex life. You had joined together at the right moment to cause this.

"Oh my god, Mr. Deaver... That’s so much. You’re so big," you whimpered.

The depth of the chair didn't allow for much leverage, even if he scooted himself and you down to prop himself on planted feet. You rose up suddenly, afraid you might fall forward until he encircled you, holding you to him so he could then splay you out over the desk. From his new standing position behind you, he used both hands to yank you down to meet his pelvis. Your skirt inched up your waist as the slapping of skin kept time with your pulse.

Four long fingers stroked your throat, squeezing gently to guide you up. He needed to tell you something, but he couldn't bear to stop the assault on your pussy from behind. You were glistening wet and the sounds of him slipping in and out of you made his balls tighten.

"Who's the boss of you?"

"You are sir," you choked beneath the grip on your neck.

"Yes, little lady. That's correct. You answer to me. You do as I say."

"Yes," he shook a gasp out of you.

Henry nipped the side of your neck and you jolted from the sting. "My nasty little assistant. What would I do without you? What would I do without that tight, tight pussy to shoot my fucking cum inside?"

"I don't know, I don't know!"

"Well, now I don't ever have to go without. I can have you any time I want. Oh, yes... You're mine all mine."

"I'm yours, daddy."

[eternalbill]

thunderstorm cuddles - the kid

note: so it’s been really rainy and dreary here the last couple of days, and before this boy’s surprise reappearance i was missing my baby. so here’s this soft cuddly little blurb c: 

As thunder boomed outside, the house clicked off around her, minus the battery-powered Christmas lights creating a soft light in her bedroom. 

“Fuck.” she muttered. The hum of the fan and her low-volume tv show were replaced with momentary silence, then she heard the howling wind. Wrapping her cardigan around her, she closed her laptop and got out of bed, walking towards the dark corner and lighting an autumn apple-scented candle. Another crash of thunder made her jump, clutching a hand to her chest. She turned around, padding towards the door. 

Before she had the chance to make it that far, he was already knocking and opening the door. A smile formed on her lips and she met him at the threshold. She grabbed one of his hands as he stepped into her room, closing the squeaky door behind him. With her other hand, she reached up and brushed some light-brown hair off his forehead.

“I’m glad you came to me instead of sitting in the dark by yourself,” she said lightheartedly. He returned her smile with a nod. “Make yourself comfy,” she motioned towards her bed, “the storm probably won’t let up for a while.” He sauntered over to her bed and gently sat down. He adjusted his position so he could lay down, his tall frame only slightly shorter than the length of her bed. Turning on her speaker, she connected her phone and started to play some soft music. His eyes watched her as she came towards him and placed the speaker on the bedside table. 

“Aren’t you cold?” she asked, and he followed her eyes towards his bare feet. Without waiting for a response, she reached out and felt one. She looked at him with half-serious disappointment on her face. Crossing her room again she opened her sock drawer and pulled out a pair big enough for him. She threw the socks onto her bed next to him, and while he put them on, she removed her fuzzy cardigan and placed it on its hook.  

“You’re welcome to get under the blanket too,” she reminded him while walking over and picking up her laptop. She placed it on the floor under her bed, then got under the covers with him. He was laying flat on his back, but she curled up on her side and faced him. 

“See isn’t this much better?” he turned his head to look at her, and he just gave her a little smile. She reached over and intertwined their fingers, bringing his hand up to her lips, she gently kissed the back of it. 

“Did you want to cuddle?” she asked in between kisses. His cheeks turned pink as a sheepish smile formed on his lips and he nodded, opening his arm to make room for her. His innocence made her heart soar. She shuffled across the bed and curled up into his side, closing her eyes momentarily. The power being out was a bummer, but she couldn’t deny how peaceful she felt. Focusing on the music, he started to rub his thumb across her’s slowly. 

A bright flash of lightning outside caused her to open her eyes, clutching onto his shirt that she had balled into her fist.

“The brighter they are the louder they are,” she murmured, anticipating the loud crash of thunder that was gonna come next. As the thunder boomed loud enough to shake the house, she scooted closer to him, and his arms tightened around her. 

“You’re scared of storms?” he asked, looking down at her. 

“Yeah,” she laughed a little, “scary gory horror movies I’ve got no issue with, but put me in a thunderstorm and I’m a big baby,” she explained. He kissed the top of her head. 

“I have an idea,” he said, sitting up and getting out of bed. Slowly, he picked up the candle she lit and walked out into the hallway, turning towards his room. Staring at the ceiling, she twiddled her thumbs over the comforter, mind wandering as to what he was up to. She also couldn’t tell if the storm was getting worse, or if she was just imagining it since she was now alone. Turning to face the door, another bolt of lightning flashed outside the window behind her. 

He walked into her room again, still using the candle as his guide. While motioning for her to get up, he said, “grab your speaker.” she did, and as she stood in front of him he handed the candle to her. He collected her comforter and a couple of pillows, then pointed at the door. She walked down the hallway as he followed behind her, coming to a stop in front of his ajar door. He shuffled around her and pushed his door open, walking inside. Following him, she watched his lanky figure crouch down in front of his open closet, dropping her things next to him. In the darkness, she could tell the pillows and blanket had been removed from his bed as well. 

He placed her pillows in the bottom of the closet, then reached up and clicked on his string of battery-powered lights. Walking closer, she observed how he had threaded them through a couple of empty hangers, and it seemed to be working pretty well. He turned to look at her, then sat up against the corner of the cushioned space he built. As he motioned for her to come here, she placed the candle and speaker on the floor. She sat down and situated herself next to him amongst the pillows and he reached over her to grab the comforter. He made sure they were both covered by the comforter, and when he stopped moving she leaned her head on his shoulder. 

“Thank you, I appreciate this a lot,” she said, smiling. “It’s harder to hear the storm in here right?” he asked. She closed her eyes and listened for a moment, then nodded. “That’s good,” he muttered before kissing the top of her head. He was warm next to her, and the cozy environment he created for them was incredibly comforting. 

“Do you want to play a board game or something to pass the time?” she asked, tilting her head to look at him. Nodding, he untangled himself from the blankets and got up again. He grabbed something off of his nightstand and as he turned around she saw he was holding a little red book. As he sat back down and settled himself, he handed the book to her. She ran her finger along the cover as she read it, “Prose & Poetry”. Before she started reading, she moved the blankets off of them. Turning her body, she moved so she was seated in his lap instead of on the floor. She wrapped the blankets back around them, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer so she was leaning on him. 

“Where did you even find this?” she asked, opening the book to the first poem. She had her family’s stuff strewn all over this old house.  

“In a box in the attic, there’s a lot of stuff up there,” he said, and her cheeks got hot at the thought of all her embarrassing old crap in the attic. She hid her face in the book slightly and started reading. He moved his arm, repositioning his hand to hold her head against him. 

“I can’t read like this dear,” she said with a giggle. With his other hand, he grabbed the poetry book from her and looked at the page. 

“I think it’s too dark in here anyways, you might hurt your eyes,” he muttered, putting the book down and holding her closer. She hummed along to the music and relaxed against him, the booms of thunder far from their cozy little sanctuary. 

[skrsgvrd-blog]

“You’re Cold, Come Here” (The Kid)

One-shot

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Things You Say to The Kid and the Cat

You're so cute when you're sleeping.

Why are you laying on the floor?

Wait! I gotta give you kisses!

Do you want to get under the blanket?

Don't rub your face on the clean laundry.

Are you a sweet boy?

Pspspspsps.

Do you want to sniff it?

Come sit on the couch.

Let me boop your cute little nose.

What are you staring at?

Do you want head some scratches?

Don’t run from my love!

My sweet bean.

Want a bite?

It’s okay. Don’t be scared.

Do you like chin scratchies?

Don't wander off.

Did you see a bird?

It's just the mailman.

Did you finish your dinner?

Come out from under the bed.

You want to snuggle?

My sleepy boy.

Are you warm?

Should I turn on the heating pad?

Hold still, I'm not done brushing.

Are you hiding again?

Go on, try it.

Do you want to get under the covers?

You know I can't say no to you.

What has you so spooked?

It's just water.

Are you hungry?

There you are.

What has gotten into you?

I need to trim your nails.

Why are you so sweet?

Look at this cute little belly.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

(if you liked this, you might enjoy Things You Say to Mickey and the Dog)

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A Castlerock New Year’s Eve party:  ch1

warnings: creepy, smut

ch 2

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Genevieve and her best friend Nadine, prepare for their yearly New Years Eve bash.They always invite practically the whole town of Castlerock, but only the very brave show up. For most people that have survived in Castlerock long enough, know it’s no a place to be out during the night. Hell, the local bar has been closing at 8pm since the last disappearances.

But they revel in the possible dangers lurking around every corner especially in the evening hours. They have seen some weird shit growing up around here like part of the town of Derry falling practically underground like there was an earthquake, but no earthquake ever registered there  Parents kept children inside the whole year before that happened.

Now that they are adults they feel, either embrace the darkness that goes on around you or you let it drive you madd. Most people in the area lean towards the crazy side but pretend to be completely normal.

 “What if we put on the invite for everyone to wear cloaks this year?” Nadine suggested.

Genevieve agreed. “I love that idea. Oh, we need to find that Kid that they say went missing from the prison and hasn’t been seen since. Did you see his wanted posted? He’s fucking hot. We need him at the party.”

“We need him?” Nadine Smirked. “More like you think you need him because he is creepy as fuck.”

 “You say, creepy. I say, hot.” Genevieve laughed. “What ev. I want to find him. I want to know his story.”

Nadine huffed. “Fine, we can do some research and see if  anyone is talking, which I doubt bcause none in this town talks about anyone who has gone missing weather they are a good person or bad.”

 “He’s good. I just know it.” Gen grinned. “I mean he is at least as good as me.”

Nadine cackled. “Oh, so, the bar isn’t that high,”

They giggled continuing shopping for party supplies. This task is not so easy in a town like Castlerock. No after dark parties, equal no great party supply stores. They buy left over red Christmas lights and some cool looking statues from Pop’s, who never asks questions why anyone would need anything. The décor is complete.

A trip to the grocery to get chips, dips and hotdog tots and they are done for the day. They left invites in every mailbox and a handful at each store. This is mostly to tell the town they don’t care about their petty fears. Tomorrow night this party is a go.

Gen is walking down the street alone. It seems something is gnawing at her to head into the woods. The ground is covered in fog; it is dark with a chill to the air. Her small flashlight and this feeling kept her on a path leading through the woods. The hat on her hoodie pulled up over her head keeps her warm enough. She stopped when she saw a small cabin up ahead.

A little frightened she walks to the cabin anyway. Genevieve feels something is waiting inside. The hairs on the back of herr neck rise as she opened the unlocked door slowly.

“Hello, is anyone here?” Only her echo is returned.

The room is silent. The darkness blankets it other than herr flashlight with its one beam of light. She lifted the flashlight up slowly. An iron cage in the corner of the room comes into view. Gen started to walk over. Hearing shoveling she stopped. Gen pointed the flashlight towards the sound. It's him. It’s The Kid on the wanted poster. He is caged like an animal. His big sad eyes meet with hers.

Genevieve asked, “Who left you hear like this?”

He said nothing just looking at Gen pleading for help with his expressive eyes. She looked for the opening of the cage. Seeing the padlock, she rummaged through herr mini backpack to find anything to help pick the lock.

 “I’ll get you out of there.” Genevieve kept looking threw her bag as she tell him, “Just let me find something to pick the lock. I’m really good at it with just the right…Oh, yes, this safety pin will work.”

Genevieve worked on the lock as The Kid watches closely. It barely takes her a minute to pop the lock. She opened the door. Taking his hand, he leans on her a little as she helped him to the couch. Gen ran her hand through his thick brown hair holding the flashlight between the two of them. He caressed Gen’s cheek with his large hand.

 “What’s your name?” She asked.

He managed to speak in in whisper. “Here they have been calling me Henry, but I go by other names. You can call me Red or Henry like others do. Thank you, My Queen, for opening that cage. I knew you would come eventually.”

Goosebumps ran over her body. He leaned in kissing her lips as a thank you. His lips are dry and chapped. When he moves back watching for her reaction she dug in herr backpack and find some cherry Chapstick. Gen applied it to his lips gently.

 “This will help make those lips feel better.” Genevieve put the flashlight down between them so she could hold his chizeled jaw as she applied the Chapstick. “I’ll get you a drink from the kitchen if the water is working. Some of these old cabins…”

Genevieve gasped as he touched the inside of her thigh. He ran his hand up slowly unbuttoning her jeans as he watched her reaction. It seems like a split second they are naked and she is riding him moaning out as he rests his hands on your hips.  As she rolled her hips, he thrusts powerfully pushing her to the edge  of ecstasy.

Genevieve wakes in a sweat breathing heavily. Her mind swirls as she tried to remember the dream that brought her to this state. All she remembered is there is a cabin in the woods she needs to get to, but maybe during the day would be better.

[emmyrosee]

50 on the types of kiss with The Kid🥺

“What are you doing?” 

The small voice amid the silence didn’t scare you, though it did make you snap back to reality from drowning in your ocean of work and bills. The pounding in your head refused to let you rest, only growing with each passing hour due to the stress.

“Just catching up on some bills, baby,” you say quietly, not wanting him to worry. The Kid always got stressed when you got stressed, crying when you cried, and you didn’t want to cause even more of a heaviness in his mind; despite him being very in tune with your emotions as it was, you didn’t want to make anything worse.

There’s a catch in your breath from the tears of anguish that threaten to spill, one that forms from being watched by your lover, but you repress it as much as you can, the acidic burn in your throat testing you to cry out from the sensation.

The shuffling of slippers across your floor makes shrills flutter up your spine, and when a gentle hand cups your cheek to tip your head, you follow its guiding touch, waterline gathering tears when your eyes meet his mismatched, soft irises.

“I love you,” he whispers, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. Unable to fight it, you let out a desperate sob into the kiss, but his gentle lips continue to try to peck yours reassuringly.

It’s not like him to be like this, forward in his affection and feelings for you, though The Kid has always been able to calm you down better than anything else.

“I appreciate you... and everything you do for me...” he moves his lips to trail down your jaw and to the sensitive spot along your neck. You gasp around a sob, his lips suckling gently, but enough to rouse a deep warmth to bloom through you. 

“Come on... let’s go relax,” he whispers, warm breath arousing goosebumps along your skin. “I’ll show you how grateful I am for you...”

(#50- A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck)

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More Than That - Henry Deaver x Mistress

Warning: 18+ sex/cheating/mature themes. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: This is another, longer, one from Henry’s point of view. I liked the idea of getting to know our little mistress a bit better since we’re all in this together now. As always, thank you to the wonderful beauties that send in asks and keep letting me get away with this shit. I love you all. Kisses, kisses.

Read more Henry x Mistress here > Masterpost

My head was in the clouds all morning. I just got back from Prague and it was the first day of corporate meetings, the first six hours that I spent away from her in a long time. She was at her desk in front of my office far from view. But I knew she was on the same floor as me and that made the day's stale events feel not so dull. Once I got through the meetings, she would be right there.

We discussed the formalities and performance trends with a positive review and sat around the conference table afterward discussing weekends, vacations and all manner of private matters.

"Speaking of new assistants... Henry, I can't help but notice the new little piece."

I stared through the glass, skimming the rooftops, seeing if I could squint and look into the other buildings from where we were.

"Henry?"

I snapped to attention and saw all my colleagues looking at me with shit-eating grins and wobbling eyebrows.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Your new assistant is smoking hot."

"Oh," I chuckled, blood shooting up my neck. "My assistant?"

"Your replacement for whats-her-face. You can't tell me that wasn't a deciding factor in hiring her," a man named Theodore Cottrill elbowed his neighbouring tablemate.

I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to give an inch away. "Oh... Yeah. It was between her and somebody else."

"Was the other one as hot?"

My cheeks must have glowed as they all snickered around the table.

"Don't make the man blush! He's happily married, ain't that right, Henry?"

"Speaking of... We have that benefit coming up with our sister companies. Can I still count on you and the wife splitting a table with Debra and me like last year?"

Panic set in and I clutched my fist underneath the table. I wasn't wearing my ring and none of them noticed yet. I tried to recall what he was talking about until it clicked in.

"The benefit, right. Yeah. Uh, I'll have to talk to her about it."

"Well, it's this Friday. Call her up and ask!"

I nodded my head but Theodore didn't divert his attention from me. He gestured at my pocket with an expectant grin on his face.

"You mean right now?" I asked.

"Yes! It's not too late to buy a table, right guys?"

"As far as I know, it's only seventy percent sold."

"Hm, not as much of a turn out this year?"

"Guess not."

"Henry, you gonna call her or what?"

I waved my hand. There were too many voices talking all at once. "I'm sure it's fine. Go ahead and buy the table. I'll wire you the money."

"Ah, I'll just have Debra take care of it. She talks with your wife now probably more than you do these days."

"What?" I asked.

Theodore blinked dimly in my direction. "Our wives. They talk a lot. You know... Working together and all. Jesus, Deaver, are you okay? You've been elsewhere all morning."

"Sorry. Must be the jetlag."

"I'll have her call your assistant to get everything set up. Should we carpool? Make it a double date?"

My stomach twisted in a knot at the thought of playing house. But I was caught in a corner. It was then I realized that I needed to do something to clear the air. I couldn't keep sneaking around with a ring on, without a ring on, pretending like everything was okay in my marital bed. I nodded to defer some attention off me.

"I'll have my assistant reach out. Don't worry about it," I informed him.

He set down the pen he was chewing on and raised his eyebrows. "Okay, if you insist. You should invite her, too."

"Who?"

"Your assistant. God knows she has a nicer ass than my wife."

"She looks really familiar. Did you promote her from within?"

I looked down at my watch as the questions whizzed by my head. Our meeting already concluded so I stood up, bowing to my colleagues as I rose.

"Gentlemen. I have some other matters to attend. Good seeing everybody. Keep up the great work," I dismissed myself and left the conference room quickly, despite a few mouths opening to halt me with more questions.

She was staring down at something on her desk when I approached. When she looked up and saw me I felt every muscle in my body relax. Her eyes twinkled customarily and the smile that I always wanted to devour spread over her face. I suddenly hated Theodore and resented all that he said about her. She was mine. I didn't want to picture his beady stigmatized eyes staring at her lustfully.

"Hey," she greeted, waving a pen in her hand frustratedly.

"What's with the pen?" I asked her.

"I think it just ran out of ink. Stupid thing."

"Here," I reached into my jacket pocket, felt around for the pen I kept and passed it over the desk.

"Thank you, Mr. Deaver," she flashed a secret grin at me.

"It's a good pen. Don't lose it," I jested.

"How was the meeting?" She asked.

"Great. Hey, do you have time for lunch?" I asked hurriedly.

"Well, I suppose that depends on what the boss has to say," she replied.

I scoffed at myself. "Of course, let's head out in five?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Deaver."

We took my car to a small Italian restaurant a few blocks away and she noticed my discomfort almost as soon as I turned left onto the street.

"Everything okay, babe?"

"No," the word fell out of my mouth before I had a chance to deny anything. Oh well, I thought, I didn't want to lie to her anyway. Prolonging the conversation would only make matters worse. "I'm going to need you to set up a couple of meetings for me. One with my lawyer first and then, depending on how our conversation goes, I might need more of you."

"Okay... What for?"

"I'm getting this divorce thing underway. I have to meet with him and ask him how to go about this in the most professional way possible. I'm done pussyfooting around this."

She drew back against the seat and stared forward, surprise written on her face. I decided to continue to fill the silence in the car.

"That means that you're going to be in contact with my lawyers a lot. You might even have to deal with her."

"That wasn't in the job description," she mumbled.

"I know. And I'm sorry. But... This has to happen now. I'm done living a lie."

Her work phone rang and she excused herself from the conversation to answer it. "Henry Deaver's office... Oh, hi Theo. Yes... Mm-hmm."

I watched her eyes drop before flinging back to me. If Theo was already calling, I could only imagine he wanted to discuss plans for the benefit. Dread sat heavily in my stomach as I pulled into a parking spot on the street. We walked while she talked, one finger plugging her ear so she could better hear.

"Sure, I'll let Henry know." Her hand dropped after the call ended and she looked at me sympathetically. "I guess you have dinner with your wife on Friday."

"Oh, for Christ's sake," I groaned. "I told Theo that I would take care of it."

"Yes, that's what he told me you said but he decided to take matters into his own hands. Debra already called your wife and she's on board."

The inches separating us grew into feet and she crossed her arms under her chest as we waited to be seated. She wouldn't look in my direction. I didn't say anything until we were sat at the back of the restaurant next to a painting of a wicker basket.

"I told him I would take care of it so that I could get out of it. I didn't think the bastard was going to go ahead and commandeer the whole thing. Please don't be pissed."

"Oh, I'm not pissed. How could I be pissed? My boss is attending a benefit with his wife and some colleagues for a very worthy cause! What is there to be pissed about? Oh, and Theo said they will pick you up at the condo before the dinner, too!"

"Baby--"

"So, about getting on the phone with your lawyer. Did you still want me to go through with that or did you want me to run your wedding ring over to the jeweller to have it polished?"

"Don't say stuff like that. Of course, I still want you to set up a meeting. I never meant for this to happen, all right? It just popped up!"

"Well, it's happening," she brushed me off and crossed her arms again. "Things like this pop up."

When the server came around she lit up like a lantern, placed her order and denied a drink with me, deciding to stick to water. I sighed and let her fall back into her bad mood once the server took the menus along with him.

"You think she'll sign the divorce papers before your date this Friday?"

I dropped my face into my palms. My eyes ached and lethargy drained my will to continue with the conversation.

"I take it you won't want to see me tonight then?"

"Tonight?" She cocked her head. "Why would I see you tonight? I only work until five."

"Come on, babe, don't do this to me. You knew that things were going to get messier before they got better."

"This is me helping you out with your mess. I think we should just be employee and employer until you both sign a document. You need to go public about this."

"Fine. I'll call my lawyer. I'll handle this. But I don't want you to go home tonight."

She frowned at me and turned her water glass around and around. "I have to go home sometimes, Henry. We can't always be together."

The way my chest stung after what she said made me want to shrivel. I knew she was right but it burned so flagrantly. My selfishness was getting in the way again. All I wanted was to bring her home with me after work and do all the things that couples do together. And not just sex. We'd had so much sex. I wanted to know her now. Know her better.

"Not tonight. Please. Just come over and stay the night. And just spend time together. We can do normal stuff."

"Normal stuff?" She laughed at me. "What's normal stuff?"

"I don't know. We can talk. Watch TV. Make dinner together. It doesn't always have to be about sex. I like to think what we have is much more than that."

"I'm going to make you that appointment with your lawyer," she changed the subject.

~*~

After a lot of convincing, I swayed her into coming by after she went home to shower and grab a few things. My lawyer agreed to meet tomorrow and I made the potentially stupid mistake of asking her to come to the meeting as a show of good faith. I didn't know if I should have invited her but I couldn't rescind after she accepted.

The unease of the day melted away when I had her lay on top of me. The TV was on and I didn't care what show was playing. All I cared about was the feeling of her with me, the smell of her hair, the sound of her breathing. Then her hands started to travel lower and before I knew it, she was tugging at my belt.

"Hey," I nudged her.

She didn't stop. Her hips pushed up against my leg as her face nuzzled into my chest.

"What are you doing?"

Her eyes shot up, wide and glazed. An evil little smirk twisted her lips and I knew what that meant. I clamped my arms around her to keep her from squirming but she wiggled out of my grip and sat up before me on her knees, clutching the back of the couch.

"Babe, please don't," I said. She was at my belt, pulling the strap through the buckle when I caught her hand.

"I want cock."

"Come on, let's just watch this show," I tried to reason with her.

She shook her head and continued trying to get my pants down. She looked up at me with confusion written on her face when I held my pants up to keep her from shimmying them down my legs.

"What are you doing? Why won't you let me?" She asked.

"Because. I told you... I just wanted to spend time with you tonight. Not sex... You know, do something else. I feel like the only time we talk is when you're craving dick."

"We must talk a lot then because I'm always craving it," she giggled.

"I'm serious," I stopped her hands by grabbing her wrists. "Please stop."

"Are you okay?" She scoffed.

"I'm fine. Are you?"

"No. I don't understand why you won't fuck me."

I shook my head. Sometimes she liked to miss my point on purpose. I knew she wasn't ignorant, but she loved to act it.

"Do you not want to spend actual time with me? Why does it always have to be about sex?"

"I thought you liked it," she pouted.

"Oh, no, no, no," I replied. "Don't turn this around. You know how much I love it... With you. That should be an unshakeable fact. So don't pull that card. Why can't we just lie down together and relax?"

"Fine," she sighed and laid her head down on the opposite side of the couch away from me.

"Baby... Please come back. I'm cold now."

She grumbled, and I sat up to chastise her silently but she returned her eyes to the TV screen, now suddenly interested in the programming. She was easy to overpower though, and I scooped her up to bring her back to my side. I laid her in front of me and held her close, tucking her head under my chin, keeping her there locked in my arms.

When she started nipping at my neck, I pulled back with a sigh and searched her impish eyes.

Lowering my voice to a whisper, I stroked her hair back and prepared to ask a question that I feared the answer to. "Why is it always about sex?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Tell me."

"You're hot? I don't know. You make me horny."

"I've made you orgasm about twenty times in the last few days. That's not enough for you? We can't just spend a night together having dinner and enjoying each other's company?"

"Yes, we can."

"Well?"

"I'm sorry. I thought that's what you wanted."

Shaking my head, I tried not to sigh too heavily. "Of course, I want sex. But I need more than that. Don't you want more than that?"

Her mouth formed a contemplative line across her face and she took her eyes from me. "Yes."

"Are you sure? Because it seems like all you want to do is tear my clothes off or tease me or something."

"Sorry," she whispered.

I kissed her warm forehead, enjoying the feeling so much that I had to do it again. She nuzzled back into me but kept her hips still. A hot sigh spread over my chest and she clung to me. Finally.

I watched TV, and she pressed her body up close, hooking her arm under mine for comfort.

"Can we talk about something?" Her words crept up my neck. I drew back an inch to look at her, nodding hastily.

"Of course, baby."

"I'm afraid if I don't give you what you were missing... You'll just go back to her and I won't have you anymore--"

"Oh, baby--"

"I'm not done," she gripped the front of my shirt until I pressed my lips shut. "I'm scared that you'll get bored just like you got bored with her."

I started to shake my head, not wanting to cut her off but what she said punched through my ribs and took hold of my heart in a razored grip. Enough quiet passed through to indicate she was open for a response.

"It's not that I got bored with my wife... I mean, yes, it got boring, but that was because she wanted as much distance between us as possible. I know it might suck to hear this but... I tried everything to save my marriage. I didn't want it to end. Of course, it ended but now I've found somebody that matches me in all the best ways. Beautiful, smart, so kind to everyone, hilarious... Little sex-fiend."

"That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about."

"What?"

"The... The sex thing," she hesitated.

I said nothing to allow her as much floor as possible. She toyed with a button on my shirt and for a moment I thought she might have changed her mind about speaking until she sighed through her nose and looked up at me again.

"I'm just afraid if I don't put out for you, you'll find someone else who will."

"That... That's silly. That's not what you do in a relationship."

"I know... But--"

"You don't just move on to the next because somebody doesn't feel like having sex for a day or two."

She nodded soberly and ran the pad of her finger over the shiny button. I kissed her head again and returned to my position searching her expression for any other information.

"Why do you think that?"

She shrugged her shoulders quickly, but it was just a way to dismiss the question I knew there was an answer to. I pushed her only a little more.

"Hey. Why do you think I'll leave you if you're not constantly fucking me?"

She gave a fake chuckle. "I don't know."

"Well, I don't want you thinking that way. We can have a day like this of just talking. I'm not going to throw in the towel because my girlfriend doesn't want to fuck me for one day."

"I love it when you call me that," she sighed.

"It's true. You're mine. Whether we skip sex for one day or two... Or longer. Yes, I got hooked on your body when we first met. But it's more than that now. Don't you think?"

"I hope so," she whispered.

"It is! You know it is. You make me so goddamn happy. I could just exist with you."

The smile returned to her face and the icy clutches around my thumping heart loosened. "You're so different from any other man I've been with."

"Then you probably haven't been with any real men. Just boys."

"My ex is the one that put me in that mindset... By the way," she informed me.

"Oh?"

"Yes," she nodded. "He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Babe," I murmured.

"I was useless to him if I wasn't giving him some."

I didn't want to hear what she was saying but I would never tell her to stop. Closing my eyes, I tried to will away the hatred that burned there for somebody I didn't know. Anyone that may have hurt her in the past was my enemy. I didn't need to see their faces to know that I wished the worst for them. And I wasn't a vindictive person. But when it came to her, something inside of me went wild. I thought of the things Theodore said about her earlier that day and that only added timber to the fire stoking in my chest.

"Listen to me," I clutched her face earnestly. "You don't owe any man a fucking thing. Not me or anybody. If you say no, that's it. It's no. I will never ever push you past that point if it were to arise. And I never want you thinking that you have to earn your spot next to me with sex. That's... God, that pisses me off."

A small laugh left her mouth. "It's all right--"

"It's not fucking all right. That's not all right at all."

Her lips brushed mine but I was almost too angry to return the kiss. She stuffed her face into my neck and hugged me tightly until I returned the gesture.

"I love you," she spoke against my throat.

Don't cry, Deaver. Don't you fucking cry.

[theitalianmoviegoer]

Bill Skarsgård in Castle Rock, 2018