#henry deaver

[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 😭 😩 😫 🙏

#gordon merkel #roman godfrey #axel cluney #marquis de gramont #bill skarsgård #bill skarsgård x reader #x reader #black!reader #he's so fine fr #bill skarsgård smut #it chapter 2 #it chapter 1 #henry deaver #villains 2019 #Gordon merkel x reader #atomic blonde #henry deaver x reader #marquis de gramont x reader #roman godfrey x reader #axel cluney x reader

[hiddlelecki]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!🎄 It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t crank out a quick Castle Rock painting to end the night eh? I haven’t done one in over a year, so I needed my last piece of this year to be just that.

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #castle rock #the kid #Henry Deaver #fan art #traditional art #acrylic on canvas #portrait painting #hiddlelecki rants

[cocaineskarsgard]

RAHHHH ROMAN GODREY EDIT

#roman godfrey #hemlock grove #bill skarsgård #marquis de gramont #pennywise #nosferatu 2024 #mickey villains #assasination nation #keith toshko #barbarian #clark olofsson #clark netflix #cocaineskarsgard #behind blue skies #deadpool 2 #zeitgeist #castle rock #henry deaver #the kid #john wick 4 #willard russell #the devil all the time #eric draven #the crow 2024 #boy #boy kills world

[soohaaaleemeee]

A Thousand Leaves

The Eyes of A Son - Part 6

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters but mostly The Kid from Castle Rock. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town.

Warnings: 18+, abuse, violence, death, blood and diseases, age difference, smut, kinks and fetishes, jealousy, victim blaming, smut, religion.

Notes: This chapter can be triggering!

Eric Kiehl was a man of reason even if his wife was far from it. While she believed in the most spiritual teachings he didn't really believe anything of it. Religion had beautiful stories but nothing more than that. He was sure of it.

He knew his wife Bea was fascinated by the young man they had let move in with them. Tha tall, skinny boy had been through a lot but she made him to something more. Everything she thought was special with him was something spiritual, otherworldly. Eric had also liked the boy, something in him made him think about their son, Isaiah. Their son had died tragically in a boat accident and had left the family and their home empty. It was strange meeting Henry. He didn't look like Isaiah but both he and his wife recognized the warmth and eyes full of love from their son. Attributes they had never seen in their daughter.

But things had changed. He could still see his son in Henry sometimes but he could also see something else. It was strange seeing Bea and her female friends around him, giggling like school girls. He had even seen them touch him. First he believed they took advantage of him. Used the fact that Henry was weak mentally to be able to touch a young handsome man but then he saw it. Henry's smirk. His hands caress the women's waists. Even his wife's. His daughter was the same and showed a side of herself he didn't like. She was jealous and controlling. And he had heard them. Having sex. He had heard Henry having sex with other women too. He didn't even know who they were. Henry invited them into their home when it was dark and slept with the women in his son's old bed. His wife didn't believe him and continued to care for him like he was a wounded puppy. One day he finally got her to agree to help Henry to find something of his own.

They were about to tell it to the boy, make him understand he must learn to take care of himself but something stopped those plans. Henry's wounds, the wounds his wife called stigmata, started to bleed and didn't stop. Just like Jesus'. Bea was sure it was stigmata. The man was a saint.

Henry had asked for him to drive him to the hospital. Of course he did and when he looked back at Henry he could see his son again. Henry felt like Isaiah at that moment and he would care for him like he was him.

×××

Irma and Bea sat and watched Henry sleep. The doctors thought he had some unusual form of hemophilia and would try every possible treatment for it. But it was much they didn't want to tell Bea and Irma, they noticed. Of course, Henry was a grown up and there were things they couldn't just tell them without his consent. Irma looked at the doctor curiously. They stood outside the room's window and talked with serious faces. But one of them also laughed and dragged a hand over his face. Irma didn't want anything more than to hear what they talked about.

She heard her mom crying next to her. She didn't look at her. She was a bit tired of her mother's big feelings especially when Henry was her boyfriend and she didn't cry as much as her mother. It was silly, she acted like he was her son.

In the waiting room sat Eric but he wasn't alone. Five women sat in the waiting room. Two of them he recognized as his wife's friends, another he recognized as his colleagues' daughter. He didn't think so much about it until he heard the women say Henry's name. Over and over. They were all there for Henry. Married women and girls that hadn't even celebrated their twentieth birthday.

Eric thought back on Henry in the car. The eyes from their son. He was special, the women probably just felt it too. He thought about his son and Henry. How Henry would stay with them. He sat looking out the window when several people started to scream. He looked around confused and then looked down at the floor. Like an army they came from nowhere. They came from all directions. Crickets and cockroaches.

×××

The hospital staff moved the patients to other sections of the hospital and forced the visitors to leave. Family Kiehl heard people talk about how the insects must have lived in the walls and Irma thought the same. They had lived in the walls and maybe a small earthquake or something made them come out. But her mother had another theory.

"Don't you understand? It's Henry! The stigmata and now this? It's like Moses in Egypt!"

Irma didn't know what her mother talked about. They sat in the couch group in the house of the Kiehl couple, all three of them.

"So what? Is he Moses?" Asked Irma uninterested. Her mother had started to go too far in her thoughts. She sounded like a lunatic.

"He is the savior. He has come back. Judgement Day is near."

Irma gave her mother a look of mocking.

"I didn't know you were like, christian? I thought you were all for nature and stuff."

Her mother nodded with big eyes. She looked out in the air.

"But Henry has shown me the truth."

Irma didn't know how she should answer her mother and sat quietly. She thought back on Kevin's story. Maybe there was some truth to it. It actually seemed like Henry had saved all those women from their awful husbands.

Eric sat quietly, he just listened in the beginning but then shut off. He knew more than the women in his family. He had seen other sides of Henry. He once again thought back on the moment in the car. His son's eyes. But then he remembered something else, something he hadn't taken in at that moment. Henry in the rearview mirror. It wasn't his son's eyes. Henry's eyes were black as night and seemed to swallow the light around him. It was just a second. A second he hadn't thought about, like his brain didn't see it as anything important. It was strange how his brain had made it feel like something ordinary when he now realized he had seen the real Henry. The evil inside of him.

×××

Irma answered the phone at her parents house three days later. She often answered their phone because of old habits, it didn't feel like it was so long ago she had lived there.

It was Henry's doctor saying that he would be able to go home. The bleeding had stopped for now from the treatment and Henry had more energy. The news made Irma perk up and she thanked the doctor several times. She hadn't noticed her father stopping on the way to the kitchen to listen to her phone call in the hallway. He tried to understand what made his daughter so happy and thought about Henry. It felt like that was the only thing that could make the women in his family so happy nowadays.

"What was that all about?" He asked curiously. Irma gave him a surprised look and then looked around worriedly.

"Ehh… It was my job? They have heard I was here when they couldn't reach me at home."

Eric nodded a little but it felt like his daughter lied.

"And they gave me a new job," she said and faked a big smile but after having thought of Henry the smile became a real one.

"Oh, that's good, honey. But the article about Henry…?"

"Oh, yeah we will see."

Irma didn't want to write it anymore. He was a wounded man. A wounded man she loved.

She started to put on her outerwear and her father continued to look at her.

"Where are you going now?"

"Home. I need to prepare for the job."

Irma still smiled because she would go to the hospital. She would have Henry all by herself now. He was hers and her parents had started to forget that.

Henry sat on the bed when she came into the room. He wore his own clothes and smiled at her.

"Hey Irma," he said sweetly. His hands were still in bandages but now there were no bloodstains on it.

"Hey baby," she said back and with confidence she walked up to him and gave him a kiss. He looked at her surprised but then smiled.

"Again," he said with a low voice and laid his hands on her waist. Irma looked down at his big hands, it felt good having them there. She wanted his hands all over her. She gave him one more kiss but this time he deepend it, made her separate her lips so their tongues could say hello to each other. Irma giggled. Finally she got to be close to him again. There, her mother or young stupid girls couldn’t destroy their happiness. She straddled his lap and that made him lean back on his elbows.

"You want my cock, don't you?" He whispered.

Irma looked at him with big eyes. She could see they were completely black but right then and there it felt like it was a normal thing. It was nothing to react to.

"I don't want anything more…"

He looked down at his crotch and it made Irma do the same. With another guy she wouldn't be that girl that unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans but with Henry it felt like she would starve if she didn't. She didn't think about that they were in a hospital, with the blinds open. Anyone could see them.

She looked at his cock like it was a masterpiece. It was beautiful, so beautiful she sighed in wonder.

"Honey?" Said Henry and Irma looked up at him with all her senses pointed at him.

"I think you should ride me… And then I can give you a gift."

Irma nodded and took off all her clothes. Henry laid on the bed, looking at her with the black eyes and smirked by seeing her naked skin.

"That's a good example…" he whispered to himself with the same smirk.

Irma straddled his lap again and when she guided his cock to her opening he laughed.

"I will give you the best gift… My offspring."

×××

Irma looked at the man next to her in the passenger seat with a warm smile. She still saw that wounded man but also something more. She couldn't describe what it was. Maybe it was light? Or the opposite? It was something more she couldn't put her finger on but he was gorgeous, mesmerizing and sexy. She loved him. She even worshiped him even if that word didn't come up in her head when she looked at him. But she did.

"Can we go home to your parents? I just want to eat well and sleep…" he said sweetly. Irma really wanted to take him home to hers but she couldn't say no to him.

"Of course, baby…" she said with a smile and dragged her hand over his smooth neck. Henry smiled. She still saw the black eyes but still didn't react to it. It was just a part of him now.

×××

Eric came home to an empty home after having done some grocery shopping. It was nice to get some time alone and try to think about something else than Henry, the cockroaches and crickets. He knew Bea had her new age meeting and Irma had her job. He thought about stretching out the couch with a beer and maybe put on a video. He had bought some cheap ones in the video store. While putting the groceries in the fridge he heard it. A giggle. It didn't sound like either his wife or daughter so he furrowed his brows in confusement. When he heard it again he took one of the knives in the knife stand and armed himself. There was a woman in his home even if it was just him there.

"Hello? Who's there?" He shouted while spinning the knife in his hand nervously.

He didn't give an answer but instead heard a woman moan. It sounded like another woman he hadn't heard before. It must be Henry, once again he had taken an unknown woman to their home. But Henry didn't have a key. It was confusing but he still was sure it was Henry and that got confirmed when he heard Henry laugh.

"Eric? Your fucking pussy! Don't you dare to come in?" He shouted. Eric swallowed hard. He didn't like the insult and with a beating heart he walked into the living room where he had heard them.

Henry sat on the couch, completely naked and smirked with black eyes. Around him were all the women from Bea's new age group. Two of them took turns to jerk him off while a third sat between his legs with a lowered head. Eric didn't even want to think about what she was doing down there, so down low while Henry's feet were up on the coffee table.

"What the fuck…?" Eric said, dropping the knife from all the overwhelming feelings.

"Bea! Your husband is home!" Shouted Henry and let a fourth woman kiss his neck. Eric looked around confused until Bea came out from the bedroom as naked as all the others.

"I'm sorry Eric… But he is… The One," she said with a low voice. Eric just shook his head and was close to tears.

"What fucking is this?" He said. His voice broke by the tears in his throat.

"It's called an orgy. You should leave us alone if you don't want to see me fuck you wife just like I fucked your daughter."

Eric felt the tears stream down his cheeks and ran out from the living room, through the hallway and out on the porch. He cried loudly with such heavy chest pains it felt like a heart attack. He sat down on the stairs and tried to calm himself down. He breathed deeply for a long time, he couldn't even say for how long he sat there.

"Dad?" Are you okay?” He heard his daughter ask and he looked up. Irma stood in front of him and just behind her stood Henry. Both of them looked worriedly at him with big eyes. Eric looked at Henry in confusion at first but then the anger pushed in his chest and took over his body.

"You fucking little shit!!" He screamed and attacked Henry so violently Henry fell down on the ground. Eric gave him kick after kick in the head while screaming loudly.

"Dad! Stop! Stop!" Screamed Irma and tried to make her dad stop kicking Henry that laid curled up on the pavement.

He didn't stop until two of their neighbors took a hold of him. Eric cried violently and looked down at Henry who was completely bloody in his face. Almost all of their neighbors stood outside and looked at them, looking at Eric lose his mind. They saw how a man of reason became a monster.

Eric looked down at Henry who coughed blood while Irma sat with his head in her lap and cried.

"What is happening here?!" Screamed someone behind Eric. He recognized that voice all too well. He turned around and met his wife's eyes. She had both clothes and outerwear on and a new haircut. She shook her head and looked at him like she was terrified.

"How could you..?" She said and looked down at Henry. She also sat down next to Henry.

"Call an ambulance!" Said Bea and looked at her neighbors. "And the police," she said harshly and looked at her husband. Eric cried heavy tears. He didn't understand at all what was happening. Had he lost his mind?

Henry looked up at him with big eyes. His son's eyes but then smirked. His multicolored eyes got darker and darker and were soon so black they seemed to absorb the light around him.

"Please take him away from me…" he sobbed while looking at the women of Eric's family. His eyes were still black but the women didn't react to it.

"Of course. We will never ever let him into our life again," said Bea comforting and looked at her husband coldly even if he screamed of sadness.

×××

It wasn't hard for Eric to be released from the cops. He knew them all and none of them had seen what happened. But there was also one more thing. The police chief looked at him examining when he told them about Henry. The things that felt all too unbelievable he left out but he told them how he had made sexual approaches to both his daughter and wife and was on almost every woman close to them. The deputy next to the chief smirked amused but the older police looked at Eric with a serious expression.

"Can you leave us alone a bit?" He said to the deputy who answered with a confused look but walked out from the interrogation room.

"I've seen him. Outside of high school. Talking with the older students… The female students. I've always got bad vibes. He feels like the perverted type. And… One of the girls who I've seen him with is pregnant now. Her mother is on her way to move to run from the gossiping but her husband seems to want to stay here…" said the police with a low voice. He maybe shouldn't talk like that but it was just gossip, something Eric Kiehl could have heard somewhere else.

Eric nodded and let his thoughts go wild. The women he had taken home were maybe young girls. There was something really wrong with Henry.

"Can you check him up a bit? Like… See what you can find about the kidnapping?"

The police laughed.

"I don't even believe he got kidnapped. He just had gay sex and locked himself up."

"Why would he do that?"

"Who the fuck knows. I heard some things…"

Eric looked at him with big eyes and the police shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing I can tell you but it's fucked up shit."

When Eric got released he sat down at a bench close to the police office. He hadn't anywhere to go and didn't have energy to try to talk with his family. Henry had completely manipulated them. He really needed to find out more about the kid. Even the police chief thought the guy was creepy.

The town looked as sleepy as it always had done, there weren't many people out in the cold November weather but it had spread another coldness in the town Eric hadn't noticed and more and more young women realized they were pregnant…

×

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #castle rock #the kid #castle rock fiction #henry deaver

[thetapewormscontrolme]

I feel like they would get along

#Primal fear #castle rock #stephen king #aaron stampler #roy stampler #the kid #henry deaver #different story similar plot twist

[anastasiaskarsgard]

I want to personally thank all the gif makers out there, working long hours to give us a few seconds of joy. I’m going to pick some of my fav gifs but that’s not necessarily all the gif makers. I don’t want to name them and forget anyone so I’ll use the gif button down by the photo button…

Please comment, reblog or tag (or all of the above) if you make GIFs or know of some so people can find and appreciate these wonderful contributors to the community!

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård #roman godfrey #bill istvan günther skarsgård #hemlock grove #Clark #gordon merkel #it #nine days #villains movie #Mickey and Jules #bill skarsgard gif #bill skarsgard gifs #bill skarsgard fandom #fan appreciation #Henry Deaver #axel cluney #willard russell

[existingtm]

So I just finished episode 4 of Castle Rock

I knew vaguely what would happen at the end but I didn't know why or exactly how until now

Man

#castle rock #dennis :(( #henry really went through it this episode asjhdljkjhfkl wow #dennis zalewski #henry deaver #gif

[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.

#henry deaver x reader #mickey villains x reader #stevesharrlngtons writes

[sillypenguinwitch]

isaac's books in heartstopper s2

episode 1:

Tillie Walden: I Love This Part

Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé: Ace of Spades

episode 2:

Nina LaCour: We Are Okay

Oscar Wilde: The Importance of Being Earnest

episode 3:

Ocean Vuong: Night Sky with Exit Wounds (the one he is carrying under his arm, I'm assuming that's his and not for the display?)

has read: Ritch C. Savin-Williams: Bi: Bisexual, Pansexual, Fluid, and Nonbinary Youth

Emily Henry: Book Lovers

episode 4:

Victor Hugo: Les Misérables

Antoine De Saint-Exupéry: The Little Prince

Kate Chopin: The Awakening

Nina LaCour: We Are Okay (again)

episode 5:

Albert Camus: The Outsider

episode 6:

Martin Handford: Where's Wally? The Great Picture Hunt

Meredith Russo: Birthday

Jules Verne: Around the World in Eighty Days

Sara Pennypacker: Pax Anne Berest, Audrey Diwan, Caroline de Maigret, Sophie Mas: How to Be Parisian Wherever You Are ? ? ? Damian Dibben: The Color Storm Alice Oseman: Loveless Susan Stokes-Chapman: Pandora Katy Hessel: The Story of Art Without Men ? Evelyn Waugh: Rossetti Arthur Conan Doyle: The Hound of the Baskervilles A.O. Scott: Better Living Through Criticism ?: Then We Came to an End (?) Ruth Millington: Muse Dr. Jaqui Lewis: Fierce Love Charlotte Van Den Broek: Bold Ventures - Thirteen Tales of Architectural Tragedy ?

Richard Siken: Crush

episode 7:

Garrard Conley: Boy Erased

George Matthew Johnson: All Boys Aren't Blue

Samra Habib: We Have Always Been Here

episode 8:

Akemi Dawn Bowman: Summer Bird Blue

Angela Chen: Ace

bonus:

Truham school library pride display (seen in ep. 3 and 8):

top to bottom, left to right: Angela Chen: Ace Andrew Holleran: The Kingdom of Sand Mary Jean Chan and Andrew McMillan: 100 Queer Poems Scott Stuart: My Shadow Is Pink Lotte Jeffs: My Magic Family Tucker Shaw: When You Call My Name Ritch C. Savin-Williams: Bi - Pansexual, Fluid, Nonbinary and Fluid Youth Alok Vaid-Menon: Beyond the Gender Binary George M. Johnson: All Boys Aren’t Blue Mason Deaver: I Wish You All the Best Alex Gino: George Melissa

on top of shelves (left to right): Kevin Van Whye: Nate Plus One Xixi Tian: This Place is Still Beautiful Becky Albertalli: Leah on the Offbeat Mya-Rose Craig: Birdgirl Bernardine Evaristo: Girl, Woman, Other Connie Glynn: Princess Ever After Saundra Mitchell: The Prom

Charlie's choice at Shakespeare and Co (ep. 6): Allan Hollinghurst: The Swimming Pool Library

That's it for now.

Sorry about the ones i couldn't identify and sorry if i missed any! Might try and do some of the ones in Isaac's room later but that'll take a minute

#hearstopper #heartstopper s2 #isaac henderson #books #shakespeare and company #lgbt #charlie spring #alice oseman #aspec #aroace #aromantic #asexual #heartstopper season 2

[hiddlelecki]

Went back on my Castle Rock bullsh!t for a second. This dude has been waiting for his coloring for a VERY long time. I’m happy to have finished this up.🥲

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #castle rock #the kid #henry deaver #fan art #traditional art #portrait painting #acrylic on canvas #hiddlelecki rants

[soohaaaleemeee]

A Thousand Leaves

Part 4 - Mama's Boy

Description: A local news reporter wants to know everything about the young man that has been found imprisoned in a basement. While she searches for answers, her relationship with the young man becomes more and more complicated.

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters but mostly The Kid from Castle Rock. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town with several smaller villages surrounding it.

Warnings: 18+, abuse, age difference, jealousy, victim blaming, smut, religion.

Notes: Henry Deaver is back! I noticed I changed the perspective in the middle of this story, and I'm sorry for that and I hope it doesn't affect the experience too much. It's a good idea to read the earlier chapters again before this because it is names and other things that can be hard to understand without the background.

"Where are they??" Irma said to her father angrily. She didn't think she could be so angry at him and especially not because of such a thing.

Eric Kiehl gave her a strange look and crossed his arms. They stood in her parents' hallway but it was only one of them who was mad.

"They are at one of her friends' houses. It's your mother we're talking about, honey."

Irma looked at him in annoyance. He didn't understand a thing. How would he, he was a man.

"Which friend? What are they doing there?"

"Sharon, they are cutting his hair, I think."

Her dad shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He couldn't believe his daughter was this controlling and did not even trust her own mother.

Irma clenched her jaw before she ran out the door. It was just a ten minute walk to Sharon’s and she felt like she nearly ran there. She knew what an impact Henry had on women, even some men and she wanted to protect him from middle aged women. She was also worried her mother had a bigger interest in Henry than she had pretended to but Irma wasn't comfortable really thinking about that. It would mean her mother thought about cheating against her father. Sharon lived in a big house similar to her parents. Irma didn't have time to calm down, to collect herself and knocked hard on the door. She felt it took ages for someone to open and when someone did it was her own mother.

"Oh thank God you're here!" She said it in panic and dragged her daughter into the hallway.

"Has something happened? Is he okay?" Irma said in just as much panic and looked around the house. She could hear several women talking from the living room but they were not happy, it sounded more like they were fighting.

"What's happening?" Said Irma confused while listening.

"They're fighting. About Henry!" Whisper Bea. "Take him away! I thought he would like being in our New Age meeting. Instead they started to ask him the most Inappropriate questions."

"Like what??"

"Susan even made him show his… Penis in the bathroom for her! I think she even touched it!"

Irma just stood and looked at her mother in disbelief. Her mother and her friends were calm new age women, talking about tarot and star signs but seemed to have gone crazy from meeting Henry.

"Where is he now?" Irma was calmer now but not because she felt calmness, more that she was scared that Henry felt awful. He had been abused before.

"He is with Edie in the backyard. He has it better there."

Edie was Sharon's teenage daughter. She was a bit boring and virginal and wanted to be a doctor. Irma had many times tried to talk with her but she was both shy and without social competence. Henry probably was safe with her. Irma walked through the house carefully, hoping to not get caught, instead she caught Henry on the porch. Maybe her mother's friend had been on him but it was obvious it was he that leaned into Edie, with his fingers in her hair and kissed those untouched lips.

Irma just stood and looked at them where they sat on the porch steps with her heart in her throat. Henry kissed Edie again, leaned his head to the side and let the tip of his tongue drag over her lower lip. His other hand played with her short plaid skirt.

"Henry?" Irma said his name with a low voice. She was close to tears but instead of getting an answer he bit his lip when Edie moaned. He worked his lips down Edie's neck while his hand dived in under her skirt. Edie just moaned, leaned her head back and bit her lip. She was beautiful. Really beautiful and looked so erotic. Irma had never thought she was anything special before but now it was painfully obvious why Henry had chosen to be close to the teenager.

"Henry!" Irma almost screamed with a voice full of hurt feelings. Henry looked up at Irma fast with big innocent eyes. He didn't watch her with shame, more like he didn't understand her anger.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked with his smooth voice. His hand was still under Edie's skirt.

"Don't use those… 'Little boy eyes' towards me! Come! Now!" She said determined but tears had broken free from her eyes.

Both Henry and Edie looked at her confused then at each other. Edie took his hand in her's, dragged her hand up the back of his hand and took a vise grip around his wrist. Henry looked at her with big eyes, like he was in love.

"Henry! She's a fucking teenager! She is seventeen years old!"

"I'm nineteen actually." Edie's voice was much harder than her usual shy voice.

"Who the fuck cares! Henry is my boyfriend!"

It wasn't like they had decided that but he was more or less her boyfriend.

"Am I?" Henry said confused while playing with Edie's hand.

"Just come now!" Irma stomped her foot and it finally made Henry stand up.

She took his hand forcefully and dragged him away from the porch, through the house. It felt like she had a fire in her heart, burning of rage and jealousy.

She continued to drag him home but slowed down when she realized Henry followed her without force.

"Have I done something wrong?" He whispered. He looked at her with those big multicolored eyes and blinked slowly. He really looked like a confused boy. Irma stopped and looked up at him while he played with the edge of his dark blue sweater. He swallowed dryly when he saw Irma's hurt look.

"I thought… I thought we were a thing," she said and lowered her eyes.

"A thing?"

"Yes."

Henry stood quiet and looked at her up and down.

"What do you mean with 'a thing'?"

Irma raised her head and looked at him. She drowned in his eyes and sighed. He really was confused. He didn't get it.

"What you did with Edie… With me… You should just do that with one person."

"Why? It's really nice… Why not… With more people?"

Irma didn't know how to answer his question. He didn't seem to have that sort of romantic feelings for her so why would she tell him about her own? She shouldn't even have those feelings, she should write an article about him.

Irma continued to walk in silence with Henry one step behind her.

"Why can't I kiss a teenager?"

Irma bit her lip and closed her eyes. She didn't want to talk about this with him but she had chosen to take care of him.

"Because you're too old. You're an adult, she's still a child."

"I thought we didn't know my age?"

Irma sighed in anger and continued to walk. She was tired of him. Maybe he didn't understand but it was still awful behavior.

×××

While Henry was reading in one of the armchairs in the living room, Irma sat with Bea, her mother, in the kitchen. They both sat quietly, stunned by everything that had happened. The awful questions to Henry, the fighting, the abuse but then also his cozy meeting with Edie.

"He was probably in some sort of shock, the poor thing. He is such a beautiful man with an amazing aura and gets awful treatment because of it," said Bea and shook her head. Irma knew it wasn't that easy. It was obvious Henry was a sexual person, maybe even liking to degrade and manipulate people but he didn't seem to have any knowledge about boundaries. He was a confused, traumatized man but probably with a background very different from the person her mother could see.

"Was he hard?" When Susan… abused him?"

Bea swallowed hard and looked down at her hands. It was obvious she didn't want to answer.

"He was, wasn't he? Maybe he actually even wanted it?" Irma shook her head of distaste. "He wanted it, right? You also saw it, his other face."

"He's just confused. He doesn't know what he wants. It happens to many abuse victims. They don't feel like they own their own body."

Bea laid her hand on her chest like she felt pain for him. Irma just looked at the backyard, the orange and brown leaves lying on the ground. Maybe she was the one in the wrong here. Henry was such an innocent creature, probably just taking after the person, or people who had abused him. He didn't know better.

She heard Henry's dragging footsteps coming into the kitchen. His eyes were big, glassy and he looked like he was in panic.

"What is it, honey?” Asked Bea worriedly and stood up. She blocked Irma's view of him and they talked with low voices. Irma wondered what it was all about and wanted to ask but didn't want to make him more upset. Henry turned and walked out the kitchen and Bea looked at her daughter with a sad look.

"He had fallen asleep and urinated himself. Because of his nightmares… It’s happened a few times before. You must see that he is a victim in this?" Said Irma's mother, upset before walking out from the kitchen, to Henry in the bathroom.

×××

Irma decided to stay for dinner that day, not really because she wanted to be with her parents but because she really wanted to show Henry how sorry she was. She had acted like he was any other guy even if he was far from it. He had probably lived in a cage for years, gotten abused and lost his memory because of the trauma. Who knows how he had been placed in that cage, maybe that was one more traumatic reason. She couldn't think of him as a regular guy because he didn't even know how to be one. She sat and looked at him while he ate. In the beginning he had just eaten white bread, now he ate a pasta salad. His stomach was still sensitive and acted up if he ate too much fat or spices. He ate carefully and slowly with a low gaze. Bea gave her daughter a disappointed look and shook her head. She knew Henry didn't eat that carefully anymore and blamed her daughter for making him uncomfortable.

Irma cleared her throat and tried to find Henry's eyes but it was so hard she gave up.

"Henry? I'm sorry I… Got mad at you. I know it can't be easy for you to know how to act."

Irma thought back on the memory of him on Halloween.

"I was just the person they wanted me to be."

Had he done the same to her? Played a role as the sexy guy because that was what she wanted? Maybe it was a thing he had been taught in the cage. She looked at his brown hair that was shorter and his big hands that weren't at all as skinny as when he was in the institution. Irma made a sob and looked down at her plate. Her mother had really cared for him and she was so occupied trying to sleep with him, seize him to really care for him. Irma looked at her mother with tears running down her cheeks.

"And I'm sorry mom… I know you want his best."

Henry looked up at the two women and then at the man of the house. Eric smiled pleased, especially when Bea first looked at Henry then smiled at their daughter. She took her hand in her's and squeezed it.

"It's okay, honey."

Irma looked at Henry who watched her but didn't smile.

"You can be with Edie if you like. It's none of my business." The word pained in her mouth especially when Henry smiled a little and looked down at his salad.

"Thank you," he said with a low voice and fixed his hair.

They sat silently for a while in the dining room. There wasn't an empty chair anymore and Irma looked at the man who had filled it. He was a part of the family now and maybe she should see him more as a brother.

"Would it be okay if I stay over? It would feel so empty going back to my apartment," she said and looked at her father. He licked his lips and looked at her mother instead. It usually was her father who decided in their home but it seemed like it had changed. Irma looked at her mother who looked bothered.

"I think Henry needs some rest… It has been an eventful day."

Irma looked shocked at her mother and furrowed her brows. She was their child, not Henry. Wasn't she always welcomed?

Irma made a sound of offense and looked at Henry sitting at her brother's chair. Her brother Isaiah had been the favorite child when he was alive, ambitious and liked by everyone, it seemed like her parents had a new golden child and it wasn't even their own.

"It's okay… But… but can I have the bed?" Said Henry carefully to her. Bea watched her daughter worriedly then Henry.

"Of course honey, she can't kick you out of your bed. You need it because of your back."

Irma didn't know if she should laugh or cry. The situation was bizarre and she thought about just going home but she needed to take back her family. If she would go home he would become even more of the child.

×××

Irma got to sleep in the guestroom. The bed in that room was the smaller one she had had when she was ten, the one in her room was Isaiah's old one that she had inherited after he had passed away. The bed Henry slept in now. The small bed wasn't comfortable at all so maybe it was also that, that made her walk into her room in the middle of the night after a toilet visit. She hadn't meant to go to Henry, it was probably just an old habit that made her walk into the bigger room.

Henry laid on his back in the bed. He was snoring lightly but it wasn't what Irma's attention was on, it was his body. It had changed drastically since the last time she saw it undressed. He layed in just a pair of bright red boxers that enhanced his bulge. He had lean muscles in every body part and she could see them move when he changed position. She wondered if he had worked out or where the muscles had come from. She walked closer and looked at the abs and muscular chest. Her mother hadn't said a thing about him working out. His hand moved but Irma didn't think about that until it took a hold of her hand and he laid it on his abs. She looked up at his face in surprise and he smiled at her.

"It looked like you wanted to touch…" He said softly and stretched out so she could see his body even better.

"Have you… you... Ehh.. Like have you worked out?" She said embarrassed and let her fingers drag over his stomach, down to the elastic of his boxers.

Henry smiled and shook his head.

"I'm just this way."

Irma looked down at his body again and giggled a little. He was too perfect. She dragged her palm over his body to feel everything better, chest, stomach, v-line but also down over his bulge. She continued her movement over his boxers when she got a reaction and Henry dragged them down when he was fully hard to show off his impressive size. Perfect. Just perfect.

Henry sat up on the edge, leaned back on his hands and gave her a smirk. Irma wouldn't be able to say why she knew, but in that moment she knew what he wanted. Slowly she took off her clothes and let him watch intensely, then she crawled up in the bed and took her position on all fours. She couldn't see Henry anymore, just felt his movements on the mattress. He crawled up behind her, on his knees and stood there a long time without touching her. Maybe he touched himself. Maybe he just enjoyed seeing her position with her butt in the air. Irma just waited patiently but hoped he would penetrate her soon. He did after a while but after having spanked her five times. He didn't make a sound about it, just did it like it was the most natural thing. Irma giggled in surprise but just waited for his cock. When he pushed into her she was so wet he slipped in with ease but still she could feel every vein, every twitch.

×××

The house was old but we'll maintained but the house's natural sounds they couldn't do much about. When it was windy the sound became worse so that night Irma woke up from the house stretching and banging. She looked around confused but remembered her embrace with Henry. She could feel his cum all over her back but also how sore she was on the inside, her ass and her hair roots that he had pulled on hard but Henry was gone from the bed. The house made a loud bang but that wasn't everything she heard, she could also hear voices. Whispering voices, close but still a bit away from her. She turned towards the door and her eyes met a dim light from the doorway. It took a while for her eyes to get used to the light but when she did she could clearly see Henry, dressed in only his boxers and her mother in a robe. They stood close together and her mother laughed. Even if it was dark could Irma see how her eyes twinkled while watching Henry, how her eyes shifted between his face and his body. Henry wore an innocent smile and took her mother's hand in his. Irma couldn't hear what they talked about but she doubted she wanted to hear it. Once again it didn't seem like her mother thought of Henry as a son at all.

×××

It was obvious something was weird with Henry. Not just what has happened to him but it was something else. Irma had her article to write and she knew it could be an interesting article, nothing anyone had expected. The only thing that had stopped her from digging was her feelings for Henry. Henry, with multicolored eyes and a velvet voice. She still had feelings for him, maybe more than ever but she also had more questions than she had ever had.

The next day she left Henry to her mother's care and took her parents' car to the town Luna had lived in. The town of The New Church of The Glorious Light. She left her sunny town, in orange and red and went to the gray corner a few hours away. The trees there had already lost all their leaves and the houses didn't look like they had gotten love in a long time. Irma didn't know where to start and parked her car by the church. Or could you even say it was a church? It had lost most of its roof and it seemed like birds and bats had moved into it. Irma couldn't see a person, it looked like the whole town was abandoned. She sighed to herself and dragged her hand over her soft suede jacket. She must start somewhere, she thought to herself and looked at the biggest house on the street. It was much bigger than the rest and had two cars by the garage. She would start there, ask them about Henry Deaver, the church musician and hope that they weren't new in town. She looked at the sign by a dead bush while she walked up the driveway.

Kevin, Esther & Ewe

The Munro Family

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#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #castle rock #the kid #henry deaver

[ill-skillsgard]

Hi lovely!! What are each of the Bill’s headcannons for their pussy eating skills 😏😏

Please excuse my character biases, but if you think me wrong, let us debate! Here are my takes... +

Axel -

Adjective: Masterful

Axel prides himself on his oral skills. Not only is he highly intuitive to his partner's needs, but he also takes enormous pleasure in making them come with his mouth alone. It's not all tongue tricks either - he knows the power of a well-placed moan, a kiss, the exact amount of suction and when to initiate it, and when to withhold. He's vocal during the experience and loves to make you answer questions to earn more attention. At first, it may seem daunting, but if you play along, he'll reward you with the most thigh-shaking experience one could ever expect from a man of his reputation. Axel keeps 'em coming back for more because nobody does it quite like Mr. Cluney.

Clark -

Adjective: Disappointing

Clark's oral aptitudes apply only to his incapability of shutting up, boasting of his (apparently non-existent) talents and fabricating promises on which he does not deliver. Clark, although handsome and charming, falls short on the cunnilingus aspect of sex. He talks a big game and gets you excited for what is to (never) cum. His pussy-eating game is amateur at most, or perhaps downright lazy. If he's not getting his, then he has no reason to care about anything else. Though he's a worldly man of many stories, that's about all he's good for - a good laugh and 40 seconds of fun.

Dane -

Adjective: Sloppy

This handsome substance abuser isn't renowned for his pussy-eating talents, but he makes an effort. Albeit, a rushed one. Dane is all tongue, enthusiastic to a fault and unaware of the sheer length of his fingers when he introduces them to the mix. Dane's motto is live fast, die a legend, but his accolades will not include world champion pussy-eater. If you like it rough and rushed, Dane's your man. He has no concept of "slow and steady wins the race." But he'll lavish your clit with his tongue until there's a puddle of drool beneath you...so there's that.

Henry Deaver -

Adjective: Methodical

Henry likes to do things by the book... No, really. He literally bought a book on how to perform cunnilingus and has several bookmarked tabs on the subject. He's sweet, steady and likes to really set the mood. We're talking scented candles, fresh sheets spritzed with rose water, dimmed lights and maybe even some romantic music playing low in the background. Mr. Deaver doesn't quite understand that it's not a one size fits all type scenario, but he's willing to accept feedback. Although, not without a furious blushing episode and a solemn promise to never do the thing you don't like ever again. He takes his time with you - slow kisses around your clit for what seems like an hour before he makes contact. This is a balancing act for him, as he has to mentally keep himself in check to not blow a load just from the sound of you telling him he's doing a good job. Henry Deaver will eventually get the job done and take notes afterward to make sure the next time is even better.

Henry Pearl -

Adjective: Timid

Without much experience, Henry Pearl does not put himself out there as a lothario by any means. He'll be the first to admit he has no idea what he's doing and relies heavily on his partner to guide him. But when he gets the hang of it, Henry does well. He's the type to flourish with lots of encouragement, so the more help he receives, the better the end product. He's smart and retains knowledge, so he doesn't need to be told time and again. Once he's got it, it's iron-clad in his mind, but that doesn't mean he won't blush when you ask him to go down on you. He's another slow-burn type of guy, preferring to take his time and really make a meal out of it when it comes time to please his partner. He likes to use his hands, and figures out that incorporating a finger at the right time is grounds for instant orgasm, but he only busts that move out when his jaw gets tired - and boy, this dude never sleeps.

Mark -

Adjective: Amateur

Mark's only knowledge of pussy-eating is what he sees in lesbian porn. Oral sex is an afterthought on the best of days. While this can be attributed to his lack of experience, he doesn't really demonstrate a want or need to improve and will only give when he's asked. The results are exactly what you might expect from a guy who only hears stories in the locker room and thinks sex is all about how many acrobatic positions you can perform in a whole twelve minutes. We do not have high hopes for Mark.

Merkel -

Adjective: Exotic

Merkel knows the body well. His prolific sexual encounters span countries, the entire gender spectrum, age ranges and have deep roots in kink and fetish exploration. Merkel is experimental and is always looking for new ways to make oral sex something his partner will never forget. Whether it's using vibrators to assist in his performance, locking your wrists to your thighs so you have no place to hide, taking you forcefully in a back alley or teasing you for so long you're begging for his tongue, Merkel has it down. He was making pussies squirt before he could legally purchase alcohol. And he's humble. Merkel isn't the type to brag or even give you an inkling of what to expect. He'll simply blindfold you and introduce you to sensations you never knew existed.

Mickey -

Adjective: Romantic

Mickey is a simple guy who loves to love. Valentine's Day is sacred, and he'll go all out with rose petals and champagne (cheap stuff, but it's the thought that counts!) He's better than the average lover but is a bit clumsy. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for with a perfect puppy dog stare and compliments. He enjoys a good pussy-licking and often daydreams of the moment he gets to come home to his love so he can show them the move he swears he invented all by himself. Sometimes, his cravings get so intense that's all he can think about. Mickey doesn't always need sex or reciprocation. He simply wants to make his baby orgasm hard all over his face and he'll do so by any means necessary. Bashfulness is not something Mickey suffers from, so he'll always ask if he's doing well with his face between your legs. If you're happy, he's happy.

Roman -

Adjective: Adventurous

Roman doesn't take no for an answer. On your period? Pffft. Busy at work? Demand an extra-long break or he'll have your manager removed from their position. In a crowd? Better get to a stall fast. Roman wants what he wants when he wants it and you have to adapt quickly to keep his roaring appetite at bay. Roman will fuck you first, and suck the cum out of you after. He's pretty fucking nasty, which comes as a surprise for most who encounter the wealthy and well-dressed heir. But if you say no, he'll find someone else faster than you can say "what the fuck, Roman?" It's not about romance, power or even eroticism. It's all about satisfying the craving before it has a chance to take over his brain. Everything in Roman's life revolves around instant gratification which can result in his impatience if you take too long to orgasm. Though he's skilled with his tongue, his spoiled convictions can get in the way. Give Roman what he wants, and he'll reward you. However, if you hesitate, it's on to the next.

#bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard headcannons #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard

[oocstephenkingtv]

Castle Rock (2018-2019)+ female directors

1x8 Past Perfect (2018)

1x9 Henry Deaver (2018)

1x10 Romans (2018)

2x3 Ties that Bind (2019)

2x5 The Laughing Place (2019)

2x10 Clean (2019)

#castle rock #castle rock tv #female directors #ana lily amirpour #julie anne robinson #nicole kassell #anne sewitsky #lisa brülmann

[emiliosandozsequence]

do you have a spotify? do you have any favorite playlists based on emilio or any of your other favorite characters like sam winchester cesare borgia or jude from a little life?

oH YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE!!!!!

i have made soooo many playlists for my favs!!! here are the ones you requested :3

the sparrow (instrumental score playlist) [tracklist]

emilio sandoz

the sparrow (general playlist)

sofia mendes

gina/emilio

sam winchester

the borgias (mostly cesare/lucrezia tho)

a little life (but mostly jude <3)

plus a few more that i'm really fond of <3

lottie matthews

millions knives (from trigun stampede)

henry deaver (from castle rock)

the locked tomb

laura palmer

if you listen to any of these, please let me know and tell me what you think!! :D <3

also if you look at this directly on my blog, because of the way my theme is, it looks like none of these are links, but i promise u they are.

#ask #anonymous

[pridepages]

Books Read on PridePages

Under the cut: find all the writing I’ve done on books I’ve read so far. (up to date as of 4/24/24).

Below is the Master List of all the books I’ve read and written about on Pride Pages.

WLW Books:

Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli

Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree

The Fiancee Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur 

Written in the Stars by Alexandria Bellefleur 

The Monster of Her Age by Danielle Binks

The Unbroken by C.L. Clark

Kiss Her Once for Me by Alison Cochrun

The Untimely Undeath of Imogen Madrigal by Grayson Daly

Last Girls Standing by Jennifer Dugan

Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan

Undergrounder by J.E. Glass

Mortal Follies by Alexis Hall

An Island Princess Starts a Scandal by Adriana Herrera

Delilah Green Doesn’t Care by Ashley Herring Blake

Astrid Parker Doesn’t Fail by Ashley Herring Blake 

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone 

A Million to One by Adiba Jaigirdar 

In the Event of Love by Courtney Kae

Youngblood by Sasha Laurens

I Await the Devil’s Coming by Mary MacLane

A Restless Truth by Freya Marske

Gearbreakers by Zoe Hana Mikuta 

Godslayers by Zoe Hana Mikuta

Out of Character by Jenna Miller

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Even Though I Knew the End by C.L. Polk 

Sunshine and Blood by Roxie Randall

The Society for Soulless Girls by Laura Steven

The Comedienne’s Guide to Pride by Hayli Thomson

Lies We Sing to the Sea by Sarah Underwood

Mistakes Were Made by Meryl Wilsner 

City of Shattered Light by Claire Winn 

City of Vicious Night by Claire Winn

MLM Books:

This Way Out by Tufayel Ahmed 

Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

My Dear Henry by Kalynn Bayron

The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun

Last Call: a True Story of Love, Lust, and Murder in Queer New York by Elon Green 

Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall

Husband Material by Alexis Hall

Paris Daillencourt is About to Crumble by Alexis Hall

In the Case of Heartbreak by Courtney Kae

The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune

In Deeper Waters by FT Lukens 

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske

A Power Unbound by Freya Marske

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston 

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness

My Government Means to Kill Me by Rasheed Newson 

Heartstopper (vol 1-4) by Alice Oseman 

This Winter by Alice Oseman 

The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan & Mark Oshiro

Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell (bonus: “Snow for Christmas”)

The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer (second post)

The Queer Principles of Kit Webb by Cat Sebastian

The Problem With Perfect by Philip William Stover

Darkhearts by James L. Sutter Napkins and Other Distractions by MA Wardell

Mistletoe and Mishigas by MA Wardell

Teacher of the Year by MA Wardell

Asexual/Aromantic Books:

I Am Not Your Chosen One by Evelyn Benvie

Aces Wild by Amanda Dewitt 

Loveless by Alice Oseman

Solitaire by Alice Oseman

Trans/NonBinary Books:

The Feeling of Falling in Love by Mason Deaver 

Glitter and Concrete by Elyssa Maxx Goodman

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

Spell Bound by FT Lukens

Self-Made Boys by Anna-Marie McLemore 

Outlawed by Anna North

Most Ardently by Gabe Cole Novoa

I Was Born For This by Alice Oseman

Queer Books:

Ace of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé 

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo 

The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

The Atlas Paradox by Olivie Blake

Gwen and Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher

Who We Are in Real Life by Victoria Koops

Lavender House by Lev AC Rosen

The Bell in the Fog by Lev AC Rosen

#masterlist #my writing #lgbt reads #queer lit #lesbian #gay #bisexual #trans #asexual #aromantic #nonbinary