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Henry Winter

si vis amari, ama

cerasa et vinum

lux diaboli

Sinclair (series)

The Middle of the Lake

Temptress His Temptress

Odium

Paris

Camilla Macaulay

Eat Me

Warmth

Richard Papen

My kind of Picturesque

When are new fanfics coming? 🤓

Now:))

Hello, doves!

I am a really big fan of 'the secret history' and Henry Winter. I noticed that there are not many writings about them, so I am here to change that.

I will mostly write about Henry, but you will occasionally see Francis, Camilla, and Richard too, especially if you request.

Pretty please, don't be shy and request your heart's wish, I would be very happy to read it and write it.

I never actually wrote on Tumblr, so expect me to be a bit clumsy with it :)

A bit of warning, this blog will contain major spoilers and smut.

I wish you all the joy,

xoxo, Rosemary <3

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.

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

Lux diaboli

Hello hello, my doves! Sorry for not being as active as I promised, I hope this can make up for it :)

Many of their late-night talks were results of the fact that both of them were on sleep’s bad side. Before each other, they loved to admire the dawn on their own, but ever since Y/N joined the Greek class, they loved those moments more in each other's company. In those moments the dawn was only a background, nothing could be more beautiful to them than each other’s beauty. 

Everynight they danced the same dance, one would go to the other’s apartment and they would just enjoy the silent company. Most of the time, they read. But always on their own, if they read to each other the books would lose all of their meanings, because they would lose themselves in the other’s voice. Still there were exceptions, the only times they read to each other is when Y/N could feel herself getting sleepy and Henry is always more than willing to hold his only girl in his embrace and lull her to sleep with his voice. Y/N usually returns the favour when Henry gets his awful headaches, she would invite him to lay on her chest and caress his aching temples with her soft fingertips. Reading to him, she couldn’t see the small smile that sat on his relaxed face, it just made him happy to listen to his lover’s voice and heartbeat, it was proof to him that she really was there and she was his. 

But back to tonight, they were at her apartment, reading in their own seats across from each other. Both of them knew that they were going to end up in one seat, one way or another, but waiting for the other to give in was one of their favourite games, a very cruel game.

Henry knew that Y/N was going to end up coming to him, she knew it too, even though she would not admit it, she would be too proud and Henry would be too pleased with himself. He could read her way more than any book, her body language told everything to him. She was restless. Changing her position in the armchair every minute, trying to fit the book comfortably in her fingers, constantly failing and most of all, her stealing glances at him. She was thinking that her glances were sneaky, boy, was she wrong! 

He noticed every small one, and it made his pride swell, the reason that he managed to catch them was because he was also constantly looking at her way. He was more clever with it though. But, he was not clever with holding his proud smirking back.

When Y/N looked up again, she noticed his satisfied and sly face looking down at his book, she knew that he noticed her glances. She couldn’t say that she minded it, game on. 

If he really wants to play the sly game, then be it. Let’s see who will end up smirking. She closed her book and put it on the little table beside her, at the sudden closing of the book he lifted his head, raising an eyebrow. She just smiled at him and made her way over to him, her fingers lightly pushed away his that were holding the book, so she could sit in his lap.

“What are you up to, darling?” He asked in a suspicious tone, while she made herself comfortable in his lap, her favourite seat of all time. 

“Oh, don’t you mind me. I just got slightly bored with the book and you were looking awfully more comfortable than the armchair, so here I am.” She put her head against his shoulders and threw her legs over the arm of the chair, her fingers smoothing down his hair at the nape of his neck. She leaned up a bit and whispered in his ear with a low tone. “But, really. Don’t let me bother you, amore mia.” She landed a small kiss on his temple. 

He responded with a small hum, his hands instantly going to her legs, caressing her thighs and knees. 

For a little while, they stayed like that, in their little bubble. Y/N enjoying the warmth of his body against hers, listening to his steady heartbeat, his heavenly scent consuming hers. He could pretend that he was paying attention to the book in his hands all he wanted, but his girl knew him better than that, he was waiting. So, why keep him waiting? She thought. 

She leaned up and started sponging kisses to his collarbone through the crisp shirt that he had on, then her lips migrated to his neck and under his jaw. His breath hitched in his throat, his hands going to her back, stroking up and down. She repositioned her body, now straddling his lap. He put down the book, not even bothering to mark his place, she had all of his attention at that moment. Her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and began unbuttoning it, the sight of his toned upper body made her more hungry for him, if it was even possible. He straightened up, so he could fully remove it from his body, but she couldn’t stop kissing his pale neck. Somehow he managed to peel it away from himself, he slumped back in the maroon chair, they were now looking deeply into eachothers eyes. Suddenly both of them lost control and they attached their lips like two hungry creatures. Their heated kiss made both of them pant, what a heavenly way it would be to suffocate by their love’s kiss. They were grasping each other's face, when they pulled apart for a breath, they were heaving and still smiling like two idiots, two idiots deeply and madly in love. Henry’s fingers were tracing the line of her lips.

She slowly pulled away from his face, still huffing slightly. She sank to her knees with a small grin, and it made him bite his lip in excitement, what a lucky bastard he was. Having his beautiful baby on her knees, about to give him pleasure on earth.

She slowly pulled her own blouse over her head, revealing her usual lacy top and the sight of her in lace never failed to make him twitch in his trousers. He reached down to her, his eyes eating her figure up. 

“You are the most beautiful creature on earth.” He stroked her features, lost in beauty. “But, you are no angel, are you?” She only stared up at him with her puppy eyes and a little innocent pout on her lips, how he wanted to bite those lips until they were bruised and bloody, she would love that. 

“I am an angel. You just have the power to turn me into the devil, Henry.” It made his ego happy, his muse telling him the power he had on her.

“Yeah? Angelus peccator meus.” His sinful angel. 

She reached for his trouser buttons and zipper, pulling the garment down his legs once they were out of the way. She palmed his pulsing member through his boxers, and began kissing all over his abdomen, while whispering. “Mea pulchra diaboli.”

Her speaking latin is what got him really going, he lifted her chin so she would look him in the eye, she knew what she was doing to him and she reeled in it.

“Will you be a good girl for me, angel?” She nodded eagerly. “Then prove it.” He still went forward to kiss her on the mouth.

She pulled his underwear down his legs, his throbbing excitement evident in front of her. She wrapped her fingers around it and licked him for base to tip, so her fingers can glide easily up and down. His precum was leaking a lot, his bright tip was shiny, she couldn’t help but lean forward and taste him. She let out a hum, and he was groaning at her every move. She was pumping him constantly, until one of the hands wandered down below the base to massage him, she knew perfectly what buttons to push to make him moan her name. 

She locked eyes with him, he was looking down at her with heavily hooded eyes, and she began sucking and bobbing her head.

At that he threw back his head in pleasure. His hands blindly smoothing the hair away from her face.

“You are my good girl, Y/N. Nobody compares to my goddess, my heavenly pleasure.” He was smiling down at her. She could only moan in response and the vibration of her vocal cords gave in more of his enjoyment. 

She tried to take all of him down her throat, but after many times, she still struggled to do it. He was big and thick, anyone with a brain could do the maths when they looked at him. He was tall and big, her big boy. She pumped where her mouth couldn’t reach, she was still trying though. She took him down his throat and he gathered her hair in a ponytail and let her do her thing. He never pushed her head down, he didn’t need to. He was nearing his high, he threw his head back and closed his eyes. She was very skilled when it came down to this, he suddenly remembered the first time she did this. 

They decided to take the boat out in the middle of the night at the country house. When they got to the middle of the lake, she got on her knees in front of him for the first time, but most definitely not the last time. 

He opened his eyes back up to look down at her frame again, he found her already looking at him. Her eyes sparkly and teary, her lips wrapped around him glossy. His eyes wandered lower, her skin was glowy and the lace complimented her, the lace that he got her.

Sometimes he got himself in rather uncomfortable situations while being in Julian’s lectures. Her sitting in front of him, leaning her head on Francis’ shoulders, out of the blue he would remember that under her clothes she was wearing lace. That did it for him.

“You are so clever, my love. I am almost there.” With her fingers she started caressing her chest, his eyes glued to him. 

His love putting on a show for him, while pleasuring him made his orgasm hit him. He let go with a loud throaty groan, his sticky load running down her throat and she took every last drop.

When she pulled off of him, they were both panting heavily. She put her head on his thigh and his fingers caressed her with such love and adoration. Both of them smiling, again.

“You are my angel, Y/N. My only angel.” He scooped her up from the floor and cradled her in his lap, pressing kisses to her face to make her giggle sweetly. 

That sweet sweet giggle, the light of his life.

The devil’s light.

Hi my doves<3 I don’t really have any ideas for writing

I wondered if you could send some DRABBLE(a short little scenario) requests

Any TSH character orrrrrrr even Cillian Murphy or any his characters, can be both smut and fluff

My inbox is open, I will be waiting:)

Sinclair

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Henry Winter, the cold hearted man who shot himself in the head to save his friends. Died a hero or lived a murderer? The city of romance, lust and wealth might have the answer and answer is called Odette Laurent. Betrothed to the son of her father’s awfully wealthy friend.

Prologue

Chapter One