More Henry Fics 👹

I wrote this for my dearest friend @arinewneanias03

I hope you’ll like this piece, Bunny🐇 ily

After class

Reader’s point of view:

“And that is all I have planned for today!” Julian said and all of us slumped back into our seats, today was a long day. The others were even more keen to leave, it was a friday night, so the twins were rushing to the grocery store along with Francis, who just enjoyed cooking, before I blinked they were already out the door. Bunny and Richard already left, god knows where. I reached forward to finish my tea, and I stood up to get my coat on like everyone, but Julian had stopped me.

“Y/N, I wanted to talk to you about your latin translation.” This made me sit up straight, I kind of was expecting this given the fact that I did it last minute. “It wasn’t bad, but you missed the point on why Caesar had returned to the kingdom. So.. Henry!”

Henry, who was helping Julian by collecting the mismatched teacups, peeked out of the backroom. “Yes?”

“Could you, please, put on boiling water for two?” Julian sat down at his desk and motioned me to sit in the armchair in front of it.

“Of course, but… didn’t you mention that you have a meeting with the Dean today?” Henry said, leaning against the doorframe, he did say it when we started the lecture a few hours ago. I let my eyes linger on Henry, he always looked so good, especially with his crisp black trousers and white shirts, I wished I could tear them off of him. It always lit a flame in me when his shirts accidentally pulled a bit up, exposing his toned abs and sharp v-line, while he stretched his limbs out during our lessons.

Julian checked his watch and his small eyes widened a bit. “Oh dear, you’re right, I didn’t even notice how time went by so fast. Umm… The question is, what do I do with you, lovely Y/N?” He was already reaching for his coat.

Henry stepped forward and said, almost eagerly. “I could explain the text to the lovely Y/N.” He smirked when he caught me blushing.

“That is a good idea, thank you.” He put the keys down on the desk and he shot Henry a specific look that I didn’t understand, before stepping out the door. “Stay as long as you need, you’ll give me the keys tomorrow, I have a spare one at home.” He turned to me” You’re in good hands, Y/N. Be good, children!” With that, he left. We heard his footsteps until he completely left the lyceum.

Henry snapped me out of my thoughts. “Tea?”

I was nervous to be in the same room alone with him, but I had to get myself together. “Yeah, thank you.”

“Mint, a lot of honey and a little lemon?” I heard the kettle whistle, I was surprised that he knew exactly how I drank my tea.

“Exactly.” I smiled at him and he smiled back at me, more like smirked at me.

He made us tea and we moved over to the big couch, we sat with our knees touching. I could feel his manly and musky scent and warmth consuming my body. He took my translation and his from the table and analysed them for a few minutes. “Hm, the translation is almost perfect, it just seems that you used the wrong person for the accusativus, which changes the whole meaning.” He put the papers down and looked deeply into my eyes, I felt a blush creep up my cheeks again and a smile creep up my lips.

“To tell the truth, Henry, the reason that I messed it up is because I was rushing with it and I wasn’t really paying close attention to the text” I rambled.

“Tsk tsk, well that is not really nice, well… I see, but I am not letting you leave.” I was relieved and not at the same time. The past week was a long one and all I wanted was a long Friday nap, but I was about to spend quite some time with Henry Winter in a somewhat cozy office space.

“You know what lovely girls who don’t pay attention deserve?” He leaned closer and he started toying with the ends of my hair, I hoped my thighs pressing together wasn’t too noticeable.

“No?” My breath was stuck in my throat.

“We’ll go over Caesar’s story.” He whispered, almost seductively. “Be a doll and get it from the big shelf.” He commanded. With a quiet groan, which made him chuckle, I got up and went over to the massive bookcase. I looked on every shelf, but for the life of me I couldn’t find it. “Try looking on the top shelf!” He said from his position on the couch. So, I did, I couldn’t find the ladder that was usually there for the ceiling high bookshelf, so I stretched my torso as much as I could. I felt that my dress was riding up my thighs way too much, just below my butt or maybe even higher. Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong hands lifting me up by my waist to the highest shelf, and he did it so effortlessly, as if I was light as a feather. “It’s the dark blue book.” I saw it and I reached for it. I took it and I felt him turn me around in his arms, now we were face to face. I was still up a bit higher, my hair was all around our faces, but his big hands felt pleasant on my waist. Our faces were inches apart, his scent was stronger now. Out of instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he welcomed me in as if we had done this a thousand times. I was now completely in his warmth, I was so close that my breasts were pushed against his neck, and it made me blush that he was probably feeling them. One of his hands was supporting me on my lower back, and the other one reached up to caress my face. I looked closer at his face, his clean shaven jaw, his raven dark hair, his lips, the scar he had and those icy blue eyes of his. I have never seen a pair of eyes so beautiful, the scar made him ever more beautiful. I saw his eyes roaming around my face, he never saw me this up close, whatever he was looking at he felt the need to stroke with his finger. At first, he brushed my hair off my forehead. Then, he ran his hands along my cheeks, the curve of my nose, under my eyes and my lips. “What divine beauty you possess…” My breathing got heavy, which meant that my chest was repeatedly rubbing up against him. He looked down between us, and took in the sight of my cleavage with a barely audible groan, it was prominent given the fact that I was a bit leant forward in front of him. His eyes wandered from my breasts to my neck, until he looked me in the eyes again. “And this sweet scent of yours… It drives me crazy.” He took a step forward and pushed me up against the bookshelf, as he did, his hips pushed in between my spread legs, right into my centre. I felt a bit of shame at the low moan that escaped from the back of my throat, but quickly washed away when my brain registered that he also grunted at the contact.

The tension was electric. Suddenly, he took the book out of my hands and he dropped it on the floor. His hand went on the back of my neck and pulled my head close to his. “Fuck Caesar.” And he claimed my lips eagerly, I, of course, returned the kiss just as eagerly. He pushed me more and more into the bookshelf, I could feel his erection through my underwear. He pulled me closer, while still kissing me deeply, and went over to Julian’s desk. His big hands pulled my knees apart so he could nestle himself between them, my dress rid up to my waist. I was breathing heavily and on complete display for his hungry eyes.

“You’re a very sweet girl, aren’t you?” He kissed down my neck and jaw, occasionally biting and leaving marks on my untouched skin. He made his way down to my collarbone and my chest, my breath quivered from his teeth. “You’re so responsive to my touch, and just to me in general.” He pulled my arms out of my dress and slowly pushed it down to my waist, I mentally patted myself on the back for choosing a cute bra for the day. He looked like a starved man at the sight of my barely covered chest. “Beautiful, what pretty lingerie, but I want to see you without it. Show yourself to me, sweet girl, and I will do the same” His fingers motioned me to arch my back, so he could unclasp my bra. I got shy and embarrassed when my breasts were no longer covered by my lace, even if I wanted to be seen by him and taken by him, I quickly shot my arms up so I could cover them, but Henry was having none of it. His lusty gaze shifted to a softer one in a mere second, he caressed my arms that were covering my torso, his touch made me shiver. “Lovely lovely Y/N, you are the prettiest creature I ever saw, I knew this the very first time I had the pleasure of seeing you. And you do not owe me anything, if you don’t feel ready for me, I understand. But, I want to show you what a goddess you are, for I will be your devotee.” I slowly put my arms on my sides, my breasts were bare for his eyes. What he said made me feel comfortable, and so fucking in need for him. I needed him, and I needed him in that second. He had the time of his life kneading and sucking my boobs, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

“Baise moi.”

His eyes had a sort of devilish look in them, and he chuckled darkly while unbuttoning his trousers. “Fuck you? Dirty girl…” He pulled his manhood out and my eyes widened, he was so thick and long. Veiny and dripping for me, he was fully hard, he was already hard when he was pushing me up against the bookcase. “And I wanted to take my time with you.” His hands wandered to my underwear and he slowly pulled it down, but he noticed how it clung to my skin due to my wetness.

“So wet already?” He had mockery in his tone.

“So hard already?” I shot back.

“Touché.” He yanked my underwear down. He pushed my knees up and spread my legs. His tip was begging to be inside me, the throbbing of it proved it. Henry took his pointer and middle finger to circle at my sensitive clit. “I should have known you were going to be this naughty… Walking around here, acting so sweet. But, I could see you. These short skirts and dresses, that only rid up your thighs and revealed your barely covering panties, when I was looking. Coincidence, dear?”

He slowly slipped into me and we both gasped, when he felt me get used to his size he started pounding into me relentlessly. We both had a lot of pent up sexual tension towards each other. “Oh, Henry! Please!”

He slowed down out of teasing. “Please what? Please fuck me harder? Deeper?”

“Deeper!” I moaned out loudly. I thought that he was going to spread my legs wider, so it was a surprise when he leaned down closer to me and threw one of my legs over his shoulder, my other one he wrapped around his waist. When I felt him hit that sweet spot inside of me, I was a mess, I felt even more wetness gather around him.

“Well, well…” he said in a low voice, his constant moving taking on a strain on his voice, but he still toon the effort to talk dirty to me, knowing that it turned me on. “No one ever hit that spot inside you, huh?” I nodded with closed eyes and a thrown back head. My throat was completely exposed for him, and he took advantage of it and kissed my skin, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh my, you are making a mess on me, lovely Y/N, what a gorgeous sight. Will you let me make a mess in you?”

Even if I was on the pill, I never let a man ejaculate inside me, but with Henry? Gladly. “Yes, please! I want to feel it!”

His thrust slowed down, only so he could stab more deeply into my cervix. He brought his head, so now we were eye to eye. “Ever had a man come inside you?” His eyes were soft. I shyly shook my head, as shyly as I could while getting fucked on a desk. He stroked my hair. “You will like it, most women tend to enjoy the feeling of getting filled. Don’t you worry, my sweet, I will make sure to really fill this sweet pussy.”

He reached down between us and rubbed my clit, which dropped me over the edge in seconds. When my walls clamped down on him, he let out a guttural moan and I felt the hot sensation of his seed painting me from the inside. Feeling so close to him, I reached up and pulled him down into an embrace, he wrapped his strong arms around me and we just stayed like that until we could breathe properly.

“If that what I get for fucking my translation up, maybe I need to do it more.” I chuckled.

His hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, yeah, that shut me up quite quickly. “The sweet Y/N wants to get punished, oh… You have seen nothing yet.”

He pulled out and kneeled before me. He watched as his own seed dripped out of my entrance like it hypnotised him, when it nearly dripped down he gathered it on his fingers and pushed it back. My legs twitched at the sudden contact on my sensitive parts. He looked up at me with a sly and smug grin, slowly he dived down. “Henry-what are yo-“ he pushed my now correct translation into my hands and wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place, while giving my clit a little kiss.

“You are going to read it out for me. If I hear a tiny mistake, mispronunciation or even a moan, you are starting from the beginning.”

I was scrolling through Pinterest, just now

And I saw this-

THIS IS MY IDEA OF Y/N AND CAMILLA—

I need a cigarette, I cannot handle this:)

Forgive me, I don’t know who drew this beauty or where is it from. But all credits to the artist c:

what about makeup sex with henry after a big fight hehe

love u

Merry Christmas, my dearest doves! Love you xx <3

I hope you will like my present:)

Odium

It was already bad timing for them to fight. It was the end of the semester, summer was right around the curb.

All the members of the greek class were together in Francis’ estate, it was easier if anyone had troubles with all of their work. But, that also meant that everyone was on fire, and not in a good way.

The twins were mainly calm and minding their own business, Francis just drank the second he felt an ounce of stress and dragged Richard with him to be a borderline alcoholic. Bunny was the main problem, he was irritating the shit out of everyone, especially Henry and Y/N.

It was obvious that Bunny had a thing for Y/N, it was an ignored open secret for everyone.

But one night, Bunny had drank a bit too much, unfortunately for Henry. Henry was trying to do his work in the library, but Bunny had different plans for him. He plopped down onto the armchair in front of Henry and made himself comfortable.

He just kept on talking, talking and talking. After an hour of his constant yapping, which Henry ignored of course, there was a bit of silence. Until there wasn’t…

Y/N went to sleep hours ago, but she just couldn’t get comfortable, and she felt like she was just not warm enough. She needed Henry’s big and warm body to fall asleep, so she made her way down to the library.

She had heard his distant voice, it made her stop in her tracks. Bunny was talking, and about her. His tone was fuming, and she could just see his angered red face, he must have drunk a whole bottle. She never heard his slurring this much, he wasn’t in his right mind, he will probably forget everything in the morning.

She stayed at the corner and just listened, what a mistake.

“Do you know what I don’t understand, Henry?” He huffed like a small child “You have her all to yourself, and you can’t even fucking cherish it, you fucking bastard!” He was hitting the arm of the chair in frustration “You just show her around, I bet you don’t even love her.” Her heart ached at the words of Bunny, but more at Henry’s silence. She didn’t need to hear her name to know that she was the topic.

“But let me tell you, old chap, if she was mine… Man, how I would love her. And not just her, but that body…” she clenched her fist and jaw, her heart dropped. “I would grab her hair and have those lips around my cock. I would knead and suck those tits all fucking night.” She could hear him creeping closer to Henry “And of course, I would fuck her sweet pu—“

She had turned on her heels and ran back to her room, she heard enough. And it angered her that Henry couldn’t stand up for her. Did he really just wanted to show her off? Without actually loving her? She knew she was beautiful, beautiful like the sun on a cold winter day. But, no, Henry loved her, he showed her multiple times and he really cherished her. Then why didn’t he fucking say something?

She needed space, she knew he would come looking for her. So, she took her bag out and threw in whatever clothing of hers she could find, she even put in a shirt of Henry’s. She may have been angry at him but he was the love of her life. She creeped into Francis’s room, and woke him up lightly, he looked confused and scared that something bad had happened.

“Y-Y/N? What is it? Is something wrong?” He sat up in bed, the moon rested on his pale freckled chest.

“No, no. I just—I have to leave, I must go home. Can I take your car?” He immediately understood that it was something to do with Henry. So, he nodded and gave her the keys. “Please, don’t say anything to Henry…”

“Of course not, my sweet.” He hugged her gently, and felt her shed a few tears on his neck, so he just let her stay like that for a couple of minutes, stroking her hair until she pulled away.

She shed many tears while driving back to her place, and when she plopped down on her bed, she cried even more.

She doesn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up with Henry kneeling beside the bed, smoothing her hair softly. The second she recognized the familiar touch she melted into it. Then, she remembered the whole reason she fell asleep alone in her own bed, so she pulled away.

His brows furrowed as he looked at her in confusion.

“Why did you leave, my doe? What’s wrong? Do tell.”

The tears began to stream. “I heard you… In the library.” She sensed that he tensed up “I heard how Bunny was talking about me, but I didn’t hear you saying anything.” She barely whispered out, the knot in her throat nearly choking her words down.

She finally looked him in the eye, she was surprised to see the slight smile on his face. Why was he smiling?

He chuckled warmly and held her teary face in both of his big hands. “Oh, my girl. I wish you hadn’t left so early, otherwise you could have seen the bruise on Edmund’s cheek.” He sat up beside her on the bed and hugged her deeply, she immediately wrapped herself around his much bigger frame “I would never let anyone talk like that about my lovely baby. She is only for me, no one else can touch her like I do. And he was right in certain parts.” His kisses migrated down to her jaw.

“W-what?” He was hitching closer to her sweetest spot.

“I do love to show you off.” He sucked at her neck and she felt the warmth in her tummy. “I love how everyone envies me, because I have the most beautiful girl to myself.” His lips wandered to her cleavage, his hands slipped under her thin nightgown, slowly pushing it over her head. As he talked, he gently pushed her down on her back. “Mine to love, to hold, to kiss…” he slowly kissed down her body, stopping at her chest to give some attention to her perky breasts, which he got rewarded for with breathy moans. He kneeled down on the floor, pulling her hips to the edge of her bed. His arms wrapped around her soft thighs, which he kissed all over, and he bit the lower part of her tummy. “All mine to pleasure, to worship, to fuck.” He dived in and ate her out as if his life depended on it, he needed to make it up for her.

She loved when he ate her out, he was so good at it, but she needed him now, she needed him bad. She was already horny when she went down to the library, so she was eager to get him inside her. Henry and her were probably the least stressed out of the whole greek class, they fucked all of their stress away. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up from her heat, which Henry replied to with a whine, nobody likes to be pulled away from a good and warm cunt.

“I-I need you, Henry, I want you inside.” She pushed his shirt off of his muscular chest after pulling him down to her naked body.

He stood up from the ground and undressed quickly, his member was already standing hard and proudly against his stomach.

He laid down beside her. “Come one, doe, use me as you’d like.” She was hypnotised by him, she crawled on top of him and grinded down on his firm dick. He groaned when he felt her wet folds wrapping around him, he easily could have cummed just from her grinding. “Put me inside, dearest, let me feel you completely.”

That did it, she positioned him at her entrance, and sunk down on him. She fell down on him and began riding him while embracing him.

This was his heaven, being inside his girl, while being in her welcoming arms. His hands were caressing the back of her head. She straightened her back and gave him a sight for sore eyes. He felt himself pulse within her from the show she gave him, her soft hips moving precisely, her beautiful round tits bouncing from her moves, her hair messy from his touch. She radiated sex from her, and she was his sex goddess.

After a while, her moving got uncoordinated, so he sat up and fucked up into her. He pounded right up into her sweet spot, she moaned loudly and she fisted his hair from the pleasure. His mouth latched on one of her breasts and he began sucking and licking on her nipple.

“I’m close, just, oh! Don’t stop!” His fingers started rubbing her clit, and he felt her clenching around him.

“Go on, give it to me!” She came on him and that pushed him over the edge. His thick cum flooded her cunt.

“Oh, I love the feeling of you filling me up. Mm, so warm.” She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he caressed her skin all over.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth. “I would never let anyone speak bad about you, my love.”

Her eyes closed slowly, the sex tiring her out. “I know, I should have stayed a bit longer, m’sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He kissed her lovingly “I understand, the next time someone dares to put a bad word next to your name, I will punch them that second.”

She laughed loudly, causing to laugh too. “How did you get even with punching him?”

“He was so drunk, so Richard just convinced him that he tripped and fell down the stairs. He even acts like his ribs are broken and he is whining all day, he even whined for Camilla to put ice on his arms.”

So, he made up with her. He took her out for breakfast, and just gave her love all day.

For drabble, would it inspire you to write about a date or vacation with Henry? I’m obsessed with Henry being sweet behind closed doors 💕

Thank you for requesting, keep them coming I love them sm:)

Paris

My goddess deserved to be spoiled, always so good to me. So I took my dearest girl to Paris, in hope to return to Hampden with my fiancée. It warmed my heart to see her eyes wide and sparkling from the city, it was beautiful. I obviously booked a suite for us, on the top floor, so I could see her wake up happy, with Paris at her feet.

We woke up, had a quiet coffee and breakfast in the morning, but some days we just slept in and had sex while the sun joined us slowly.

Our days were either spent sightseeing, shopping or even just chatting in a café, or even reading together.

We had dinner at an expensive restaurant every night. I loved seeing her getting ready, applying her makeup on, zipping up her dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and she always asked me to help her put on her jewellery, even if she was perfectly capable of putting it on for herself. It brought me satisfaction when her eyes rolled back at the delicious taste of the

cuisine and the wines from the finest french vineries. We talked at the soft candlelight, a bit tipsy from the wine, smoking cigarettes and softly caressing each other, knowing that the night will end with mind blowing sex.

But one night, we got ready for our dinner, except that I had a velvet box in my pocket.

We were waiting for dessert and she stroked my hand. “Thank you for the day, Henry.” She told me this everyday.

“Anything for you, my goddess, you know you musn’t thank me, I would do anything for you gladly.”

“I know, but I am so very grateful for you.” She leaned closer and petted my face. “My dear, spoiling me so nicely…”

“My pleasure. Y/N, my love…”

She giggled, a bit confused at my sudden seriousness. “Yes?”

“I never knew that I could love someone so much as much as I love you, I never thought I could love, until you came into my life…” I said my monologue that I had practised in my head ever since we arrived in the country. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, with a smile.

But, her mouth fell open when I got down on one knee, and it was no surprise when she fell into my arms, repeating ‘yes’ over and over again.

So, that night I didn’t make love to my lovely girl, but to my lovely wife. We only got engaged, but I already looked at her as my wife, ever since I first saw her. It was obvious that a girl like her only comes once in a lifetime, so marrying her was the best choice of my life.

After many many rounds, we were spent and so were our bodies. I slept like a bear everytime she was near me.

I woke up the next morning, with a groan and closed eyes I felt around the sheets, looking for my wife. I opened my eyes when I couldn’t feel her warm body near me, and I saw her at the open window, right next to our bed. She was leaning out the window, smoking a cigarette. Her curvy frame was barely covered with a white button up shirt of mine, she must have picked it up from the ground just now, not even bothering to button it or putting on her panties, while I melted into the white sheets naked.

The sun was shining down on her, and she was swimming in it. My goddess welcomed the sun with closed eyes and a gentle hum. The sun was also shining through the shirt, revealing her skin for me. Her kissable neck, her soft back, her delicate thighs and her graspable butt with wider hips. I was so in love with her, my body and heart both reacted to her immediately.

She turned around and smiled at me. “Is my husband enjoying the view?” She threw her cigarette out and made her way towards me. My cock stirred in that instant, looking for her warm cunt.

“It would be hard not to, especially with a beauty-on-earth wife like mine.” She crawled on top of me, kissing every inch of my face before leaning down and giving me a deep kiss. When I felt her plump lips against mine, I stroked the back of her hair with one hand and pushed her my shirt off her shoulders.

Her breasts were a sight for sore eyes, I kissed all around them and swirled my tongue all around her sensitive nipples, until she begged me to do something.

“Henry, my husband! I cannot take it anymore, I need you, I need you more.” I flipped us so now she was caged under me. I positioned my tip at her entrance, but didn’t push in more than the tip. She grew impatient and wrapped her legs around my waist, only to tighten them and make my hips collide with hers.

I embraced her as her tight walls embraced my member. “My sweet girl, my sweet wife, taking me so well and oh, so tight.”

I threw one of her legs over her shoulder, the sudden position change caused my tip to press into her heavenly spot at her cervix. As I pounded into her she mewled loudly and kissed me to drown out her loud moans. The sun peeked down at our heated love making, or fucking more like.

Her shaking legs and fluttery walls indicated that she was letting go, so I did too. I pumped her full of my thick cum and just stayed inside of her.

We stayed like that for hours, connected both physically and emotionally, smoking cigarettes and just chatting about anything, as husband and wife.

Hey doves! :)

I would be happy to write for TSH characters again now that fall has taken over this goddamn summer.

And I also decided that I want to practice my writing and dedicate more time to it.

But, I am so out of inspiration and I am asking for your help.

All I need is for you to write to me what you would love to read from me! Please please, request something that you have been searching for (scenarios with certain tsh characters, etc.).

I would be very grateful if you did:))

xoxo, Rosemary<3

heyy!! do you ever do male y/n's for your tsh fics??

Heyy, I’m always saying that I will and then I don’t:(

But I see that I have quite some requests for male!reader tsh fics so let me see what I can do:)

Why aren't we talking about the fact that Henry marks his place in his books WITH A RIBBON?!

He is a little coquette princess:)) and I adore him for it.

Hello!

Would you doves enjoy a Henry Winter fanfic that would be written in Richard Papen’s point of view?

I have this idea in my head and I am interested if you would like it.

xoxo, Rosemary <3

Will you do any male x male fics or requests for tsh??

Male x male I am not sure about, but tsh requests I accept ALWAYS:)

Could you maybe written some Henry or Camilla, or both, x fem reader? Fluff,

Of course, I need to chill a bit with the smut and write some fluff too:)