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𝜗ৎ henry creel x f! reader headcanons

𝜗ৎ warnings: slightly suggestive content/nsfw

𝜗ৎ authors note: hii!! this is my first ever headcanon fanfic writing post thing so it’s probably not that good but i hope you enjoy nonetheless haha. i’m probably gonna keep updating this because it’s kinda rushed and i just really wanted to make my first post. these are mostly just things i’d want him to do to me laugh out loud but yayyy i love mrwhatsit and his dumb tie teeheeehee

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𝜗ৎ after an especially long, difficult day of, well, whatever it is he does— your not quite sure where he goes when he’s outside of the house— henry will come back home with dried blood on his sleeve, his muscles tense and his eyes aflame. he doesn’t speak a word, even when you express your worries, and instead pulls on your wrist, dragging you to the bedroom you share. henry places you down and lays beside you, squeezing your waist and breathing into your hair— as if afraid something might come along and pull you away, even though you know if anything dared try, they’d come to regret it.

𝜗ৎ henry likes to keep up the facade that everything is okay. his life— atleast, the one he shows you— it’s all whimsical fun that he can bend. because you, of all people, cannot know the grim truth. but, even if you were to discover the truth, he wouldn’t let you go. no, no matter how afraid you might be, he has his hooks too far in you to ever let you be anything other than his ever again.

𝜗ৎ he’s made it imminently clear that you are not to go out into the forest. there’s not many places you can go at all, other than the playground that sits across the road. to make up for this fact, henry shaped a garden to life in the backyard. you pretend not to notice the way he stares at you through the window when your tending to it.

𝜗ৎ henry knows alllll of your favorite things. and even what he hasn’t told you, he knows through searching your mind. even though he doesn’t need to eat or drink, he still makes your favorite foods, admiring the way you take and eat everything he creates you like they are precious gifts.

𝜗ৎ a default act of his is putting his hands around your neck. not just in bed— when he’s addressing you, or simply admiring you. its gentle (most of the time),

𝜗ৎ along with making your favorite foods, henry makes you a lot of other things, too. one of his favorites? lacey nightgowns. black, white, wine red. see through— formed of desire and pure devotion. all the dresses are made with the intention of hugging your body and yours alone. and he’s not shy to show you how much he likes them on you either. “so beautiful,” henry’ll coo into your neck. some nights, he’ll whisper a soft “off”, and you already know what that means— you strip, and you put a gown on.

𝜗ৎ he likes to be referred to as “sir.” he doesn’t give you a reason why, but then again, you don’t dare ask.

𝜗ৎ henry is very possessive. not that you have anyone to go to— your in his mindscape after all. but he struggles with the thought of you leaving the safe, fairytale walls of his home. even when you lay out in the meadow in the backyard, he watches from a window, not daring to move or take his eyes off of you.

I am a mother of three children. We lost our home in the war and now live in a small tent that barely protects us from the cold or heat.

I was injured when an airstrike hit near our tent. Since then, I have been living with fluid in my lung and severe breathing difficulties. Every day, it gets harder for me to breathe.

Doctors told me I urgently need a surgery, but I cannot afford any of the medical costs.

I am a mother fighting to stay alive for her children.

And today… I am asking for your kindness.

If you can help — even with sharing my story — it may save my life.

Your support, your repost, your words… they matter more than you imagine.

Please help me breathe again. Please help me stay with my children.

🙏💔

Hi local chronically ill bisexual butch here! My parents are divorcing and my father is probably going to disown me and my sister who is too disabled to work. I truly don't know what to do anymore. I'm chronically ill+exhausted and still unemployed there is no way for me to help her financially without any mutual 4id pls boost this if u can. The survival fund is going mostly towards bills, medication, doctor visits etc. I'm so so tired its indescribable I've been crowdfunding on and on for years and I never my make my bigger goals.

If I did even once me and my sister would have been set for a while and I would be able to live stress free. I can't take this anymore from long covid fucking me up to her becoming disabled because of medical negligence to my abusive parents to struggling to move away to having to drop out after one semester because I got permanent cardiological issues after covid to always being rejected from jobs I can't take it I can't I'm losing my mind. these were truly horrible four years. I'm sorry for being annoying I don't see any other way anymore so I'm going to keep posting about this. Please share or dnate I'm begging you.

Also I know it says on my k0fi I'm at 17% but Im not most of that money was used a while ago this is where I'm at rn