Heyy!! Do You Ever Do Male Y/n's For Your Tsh Fics??

heyo! if your taking requests, may i request a male y/n x henry? i got some prompts if you'd like to take em! -hunting/picnic date - insomnia night at the farm house (that of course turns into something more than staying up late) - motel holiday (1. yes the motel is one of them moist crusty ones and 2. bunny probably will be there being the annoying third wheel) -risky poker game and or chess (if yk u yk) if you refuse the male y/n thats perfectly fine you can use the prompts for anything!

Hiii, I said once that I do not write male!y/n, but the fact that you took time to give me really good prompts made me change my mind! :)

It might take me quite some time, sorry about that, but I will try my best:))

Thank you🫶

omg if your taking writing requests PLS anything with camilla!!! maybe like being academic friends to lovers with her. helping her cook dinner on sunday, being the only one allowed to call her “milly”, laying your head in her lap while she reads to you. oooh and like sharing clothes too! maybe francis teases them a lot too! sorry that was word vomit 😭

Never apologize, dove!!! I love love this request! I will probably just make them separate fluffs:))

Thank youu<33

Wasn’t sure about this one, but I also have to feed my doves some content:)

My kind of Picturesque:

Richard Papen’s point of view:

Growing up poor gives people certain habits, some better, some worse.

I was so used to mine that I couldn’t even decide which one it was categorised into.

Ever since I could think, I always found myself longing. After everything I didn’t have or never could have. Expensive items, designer clothes, being an orphan and certain people.

I always found myself wishing I was someone else, someone classy and rich, like Francis Abernathy or Henry Winter, smart minds and big bank accounts.

There was one exception where I didn’t want to be a certain person, but longing to be with one. With her.

Sure, I always found certain people attractive or nice, and I even wished about being with them, but longing is a whole different thing. Longing consumes your mind and keeps you up at nights, daydreaming and lost in fantasies.

She lived in the dorm next to mine, I found that out the very first day I arrived at Hampden. I was in a rush to the office to deliver some papers and I forgot it in my dorm room, my head and thoughts were messy from being tired and just straight up nervous. I didn’t even notice that the room I barged to wasn’t mine.

That is when I first saw her, I stopped in my tracks and let out a loud gasp, she was dressing when I accidentally barged in.

I have never seen such perfection before, she was only wearing black cotton underwear, her chest area was completely bare for my wandering eyes to see. At first she looked like a deer in the headlights, then she began to smile slyly. “Howdy, neighbour?”

She was completely unbothered by the fact that her breasts were completely out.

“I-I’m sorry…” I said and I slammed the door shut.

In the office I couldn’t focus on anything and everyone had to repeat everything they said to me multiple times.

I always had trouble sleeping, but that night I found myself in a deep long sleep. I suppose masturbating all night tired me out, but I just couldn’t help myself. Her naked body was on my mind every second. The thought that she was in the room beside me aroused me even more. I fantasised that she was also doing the same thing I was, touching herself, maybe even thinking of me like I was thinking of her. Maybe she was groping her own breasts, those beautiful and tender, soft pink nippled breasts. I wanted to touch her, feel her and get a taste of her so bad, to run my hand along her soft stomach and bury my head between her thighs. I imagined her being so desperate for pleasure that she came knocking on my door, that didn’t happen.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of her voice. Not in the way I would have preferred, but it was her voice nonetheless. “Stupid motherfucking shoe!” That I heard after a thud.

My still dazed thinking from my sleep made me bolt out of bed and make my way to her room. To apologize to her for what happened the day before, and mostly to just get a chance to see and talk to her.

I knocked on her door and she opened it seconds later. She was getting ready. Her hair was a big mess, her pretty face had makeup on, she was wearing a raggedy old band t-shirt and some kind of shorts. She flashed me a toothy grin. “Morning, neighbour!” She turned on her heel and the door opened wider for me to step inside.

“Morning.” I felt somewhat awkward but she didn’t seem bothered by it.

“Did I wake you up? I am terribly sorry about it, it’s just that I was looking for something on the top of my wardrobe and a shoe fell right on my head.” She said while rummaging through her closet.

“No, you didn’t, don’t even mention it…” I leaned against her door frame with my arms crossed, I didn’t know how to hold them without being awkward. “Listen…?”

“Y/n, y/l/n.” She said as she threw herself down on her chair. “Carry on, Richard.” She began styling her hair.

“Y/n, right.” I was flattered that she knew my name already, her name tasted like honey on my tongue. “So, about yesterday… I am terribly sorry for barging in like that, I really thought it was my room, sorry.”

“Oh, please, it’s all good, don’t even mention it. I didn’t make you too uncomfortable did I?” She turned towards me with a foxy grin.

Her gaze made me nervous, I could feel the blush creeping up my neck. “N-no, I-, no of course not! Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all.” She stood up and came to me. “Wanna get breakfast?” She put her hand on her hip. I was beaming on the inside from her offer, it was one I could not decline for anything.

“Yeah, sure.”

She giggled excitedly. “Good, meet me in front of your door in half an hour, is that enough for you?”

“Of course, see you then, I guess.”

I turned on my heel and hurried back to my room. I barely found an outfit that was casual and didn’t reveal that I was trying to impress her. I brushed my teeth and got myself together. Half an hour later she was knocking on my door.

She was wearing a lace trimmed top and skirts, and what surprised me was that she was wearing cowboy boots. She looked absolutely beautiful.

We talked and talked at breakfast, she was the best company I ever had.

We have been friends ever since then.

We used to go over to each other’s rooms a lot, to talk, to borrow things, anything really. The more I saw her, the more I fell in love with her. She was everything. She loved golden age Hollywood, fashion and diet coke, there was always one or two can of them in her bag. She was also awfully fond of cowboy boots, had one of them in nearly every colour. It turned out that the day she woke me up with her cursing, it was a cowboy boot that fell onto her head.

Her and Judy were really good friends too, us three even did coke in a burger king parking lot one time.

Everyone liked her, to my biggest surprise, even the Greek class liked her. Everybody knew her, her wild hair and cowboy booted outfits.

Bunny always said what a fun chick she was. Henry never really said anything, but he always checked her out when she went by us. Camilla and Francis adored her.

There was one time I remember so vividly. Me, Camilla and Francis attended one of those college parties before going down to the country house. We had quite a few drinks and suddenly while we were talking in a quieter place, trying to sober up a bit before hitting the road, Francis’s eyes went wide and his face paled. We panicked that he was sick, but he just pointed his finger behind us. We were in the same state of shock moments later when we saw Judy and y/n making out wildly at the wall.

We might have been perverts for this but we watched it all. They kept on switching places and pushing the other up the wall in passion. Judy was in a skirt and a colourful blouse, while y/n had a black mini dress on, usual to herself she wore brown cowboy boots and even a hat, she was so sexy.

They gripped each other’s hair, Judy pushed her against the wall while kissing her neck, her chanel red nailed hands found their way under her dress and there was no sugarcoating what she was doing to y/n, nor there was no sugarcoating in the noises she was letting out, Judy was whispering in her ear and occasionally it made her moan.

Minutes later, they switched places again, y/n got on her knees and buried her head under Poovey’s skirt.

We watched her go down on her and based on Judy’s reaction, she was very good at it.

When she finished, she wiped her mouth seductively and kissed her one last time before dragging her back to the party.

This made the three of us sober up properly, and even aroused. We went to the car and didn’t say a word on the road, we didn’t need to, our body language told everything. Me and Francis trying to hide our excitement and Camilla blushing and fidgeting made it obvious that she was in no different state than we were.

When we arrived, we found Henry in the library, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of us. “Did something happen?”

The three of us needed another drink after that, we told Henry all we saw and he just kept his set face. “Interesting.” That was all he said.

“Sooo… she likes girls?” Said Francis after a somewhat comfortable pause. He looked at me, studying my expressions, he knew that I was fond of her. I wanted her every second, I knew that my chances with her were near zero, but this could make it a proper zero.

“She can like men, too. She’s young and wild, this doesn’t define her.” I was awfully surprised as Henry said this.

Later on I found out why Henry knew that she was attracted to men.

While in Hampden, they hooked up occasionally. They weren’t in a relationship, I don’t even know to this day how it started out. I was mad at Henry at first, that he got to touch and feel her, but it’s not like I made big efforts to get her. I always thought that she would come to me, she never did.

At the beginning of our last year of college, she got discovered. It turned out that she was a talented actress and a big director from Hollywood noticed it. She always had a certain sparkle to her, as well as timeless beauty. Her name was placed on billboards and movie credits.

Nonetheless, she finished her studies at Hampden, like she wasn’t one of the brightest actress of our generation. She was the same person, the wild haired cowboy booted girl next door. It was like nothing had changed.

When we graduated, I fell out of touch with everyone, except Francis, who I exchanged letters with from time to time. I had one last breakfast with her, we talked and had an emotional goodbye. I tried to hold my tears back while hugging her with all my might. I didn’t know at the time the secret she was carrying.

Many, many years later, I moved to New York, mostly for the job I got at a university, and in the city I could also keep an eye out for Francis, who was mostly bored all the time. Y/n really made a name for herself, she kept her life private mostly, so I didn’t know where she was or what she was up to these days.

One day while I was on my way to the university I was teaching at, I ran into Henry. It was refreshing to see him, we chatted for a while and he invited me over to dinner in his apartment.

I was glad that I could catch up with him, I didn’t expect that it wouldn’t be only the two of us at dinner, the discovery still makes my stomach knot.

I arrived and Henry greeted me, he lived in a huge apartment that was packed in antique furniture. Suddenly, two little boys in suits came to say hi. Claude and Vincent Winter were their names. They looked identical to Henry, pale skin, icy blue eyes and dark raven hair. They were well mannered smart children.

I was about to ask if he had a wife or something while we were sitting on the couch, sipping whiskey, until a little girl waddled out in her little pink dress. It made me smile, Henry being a father to twin boys and a little girl. At first she had her back to me, she sat in her father’s lap and nuzzled herself close to him. Until Henry gently cooed to her that it was impolite to not greet their guest.

When she turned her head, my breath got stuck in my throat. She was the perfect copy of the girl that lived next door to me. Her hair long and her eyes big. She smiled at me. “Good evening, mister.” I could only nod in my shocked state.

Henry stroked her hair gently. “Go get Mama, would you?” She catapulted out of his lap to do as she was told.

“You have three children?!” I downed my whiskey down in one swallow.

“I do, yes. That was Heidi.”

“When a-and how?” I stammered out.

“Well, Richard, I don’t think I have to explain the process of reproduction.” He gave a little chuckle.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. Do you have a wife?”

He didn’t answer, he just looked to the side and smiled. I heard her before I saw her. “Howdy, neighbour.” My heart nearly stopped, I turned my head so fast in her direction that it was a miracle that I didn’t break my neck. She looked more mature and more like a mother, but still the biggest beauty I’ve seen. There were still some girlish features on her. Her once wild hair was cut off, now she had hair like Marilyn Monroe, it suited her.

She sat down next to Henry and leaned into his touch, her left hand was caressing his that was wrapped around her waist, a golden ring on both. It was no mystery, they were married and the three little clones were from her.

“Hold on a second, how old are your children?” That was the first thing I said after I told y/n that she looked good.

“Vincent and Claude are six, Heidi is three.”

We last saw each other in Hampden, six years ago.

“You were pregnant when we graduated, weren’t you?” I put the pieces together in my head. She smiled and nodded. I tilted my head for further explanation.

They did explain it all to me. While in Hampden, they hooked up occasionally, even after she got famous, nothing serious. Senior year it was, when in spring it turned out that y/n fell pregnant with Henry’s baby. She had no idea what to do, but Henry was there for her and he helped her make her choice, to keep his baby. He took her out, gave her gifts and cared for her. They fell in love, they married in the summer of our graduation and they kept it a secret. Y/n was in a big movie while her pregnancy wasn’t showing, and after it she took a break from Hollywood. They ran away to a little Italian villa and y/n gave birth to twin boys in Italy.

We sat down to dinner, and while I was awfully mad at them at first, I noticed how meant to be they were.

She suddenly spoke up. “Richard?” She snapped me out of my haze. “Remember our last breakfast together, on June 16th?”

“How could I ever forget?” I could never.

“Well, that is the day I realized I was having twins. When I hugged you I felt my bump against you, and I was convinced that you felt it too.” She giggled. “Did you?”

I didn’t remember, I was so focused on trying to say or do something that will make her mine that I didn’t even notice her pregnant belly poking at me, the pregnant belly that was carrying my friend’s babies.

“I didn’t, no.”

Dinners with the Winter’s became a usual thing, eventually, Francis started to tag along. Heidi adored him. I became Uncle Richard to their children, and I liked it.

Did I ever stop longing after her though? Never, she would always be the wild haired girl next door in cowboy boots to me.

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:

Eat Me

Here is the first Camilla writing!

I did not proofread it, so excuse me if it has mistakes.

And happy school season! Your dearest girl also already packed a 100% latin exam in her pocket:)) (Henry be proud of me!!!)

warnings: mainly fluff, a teeny tiny bit of smut, this fluff is also dripping with average greek class activities and homosexuality:)

summary: you and Camilla make sunday night dinner in your shared apartment and get distracted.

word count: 1k

Camilla’s point of view:

It was a warm Sunday night.

I was splayed across our couch in the apartment, reading a book. My lips instantly tilted upwards when I heard the door open, I knew who was coming.

Seconds later, she appeared in the doorway, looking like the gorgeous sweetheart she was, holding a brown bag that was filled to the brim. I instantly rushed to her help, which she thanked with a loud relieved sigh and it was music to my ears, even though I nearly snapped my arm in half because of the heavy bag.

I carried it to the kitchen and she followed after me. I put it down the counter and when I turned her way, she pushed me against the counter and gave me a heated kiss. I, with zero hesitation, kissed her back.

We pulled away breathlessly and she rested her forehead against mine.

“I missed you, Milly.” She whispered and it made me smile. My sweet girl.

“I missed you too.” I caressed her blushed cheeks. “Was your study session successful?” Whenever she needed to study or write properly, she went to the library. The reason for that is because she knew if she was studying at our shared apartment, I would be a big big distraction for her.

A month ago, she had to analyse and translate a few poems. The rain was pouring like crazy and she decided to study here at our place, but she made me promise to not be a distraction. I obviously couldn’t help myself, I crawled under the desk and tasted my darling. She gave in to me and let me pleasure her, after she had her blinding orgasm, she abandoned her papers and punished me for distracting her. She teased and edged me ‘till dawn until I was crying, begging for her to do something.

Given that it was a Sunday night, dinner for our class had to be made. We decided on spaghetti.

“I also bought a few things for the fridge, and some chocolate.” She smirked at me as we began packing the stuff away.

“Thank you, you know me too well, y/n.” I was on my period and my already sweet tooth became even sweeter.

We started on the sauce and the meatballs. We needed very few words to understand each other and we finished rather quickly. We just had for the water to boil.

For the time being, we went back to the living room and took my previous spot on the couch, except now I had my darling’s delicate body on mine. She reached for the book I was reading and read the cover, it was a collection of Sappho’s poems. “Ironic.”

“Sure is.” We just grinned at each other and suddenly connected our lips together.

“We have like 20 minutes until the pasta is proper, sooo… We could do a lot of fun stuff in 20 minutes.”

With that she straddled me and I sat up with my legs bent so we could be closer. She grabbed the back of my neck and I gripped on her hair.

It started out slow and sensual. As the minutes got by, the more heated we became in our making out session. I had to get more of her, I basically ripped her blouse off of her and I let out a moan when I saw her full tender breasts caged in a lacy bra. I caressed her soft skin.

She returned the favour and helped me take my sweater off, she was pleased to find that I had no bra underneath.

She pulled her skirt upwards and changed her position, so now our clothed centers were rubbing against each other. I kissed around her nipples and she kissed me again by gripping my hair and guiding my lips to hers. We pressed our chests tightly together while we grinded desperately with loud moans and pants.

In the heat of the moment, we didn’t even hear the door opening and the footsteps coming closer. We carried on undisturbed, until…

“Having fun without me?” A sly voice said.

We looked at each other heaving, smirking and we then turned towards the voice. She got off me and went to our guest, nearly naked, only her skirt covering her body.

“Bonsoir, François.” She said with her honey sweet voice in french, it always did something to me. She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the mouth.

I didn’t even bother to get up from the couch, I was laying there flushed and also bare chested. Francis came over to me and gave me a smooch too.

While y/n went to pour him a drink, he sat down on the couch and put my legs on his lap, caressing my calves. Me and y/n were partners, but we were very close to Francis too, we knew that our relationship will always remain unharmed by him. We made sure to include him in our activities from time to time when we both craved a man’s touch too.

“So this is how you make dinner, huh?” He winked at me and I gave him a playful kick. “Ouch!” He faked being hurt. “No need to abuse me for honesty, Milly!”

At the nickname he earned himself another kick. “Ca-mil-la is my name.”

“But y/n calls you Milly!” He cried.

“Y/n is special.” Just as I said that, she came into the room with a tray that had three big glasses of wine. She nuzzled herself on Francis’s lap while also being between my legs.

“Heard that, deary? I’m special!” She joked.

We talked and joked for a bit, slowly becoming more and more tipsy on the wine, waiting for our last guest for the night.

We even stayed in the same position when our mystery guest made his arrival. He froze in his steps at the sight of us, me and y/n nearly naked with Francis caressing us warmly. Henry then smirked and said before making himself comfortable on the armchair in front of us. “Doing it like the Greeks I see?”

The Middle of the Lake

“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.” 

(from a previous writing of mine, Lux Diaboli)

warnings: smut, oral(m)

summary: Henry and Reader take the boat out in the middle of the night and she decides to show her true affections to him.

word count: 1.8k

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“We shouldn’t, Henry.” She said as she snapped her head his way when he brought up the idea. They were sitting on the porch, the moon was high up in the sky, the songs of crickets corrupted the silence.

“Why not, y/n?” He replied, not even looking at her.

She had to stop for a second and huff to herself. 

“The others will wake up and notice.” Even she knew that she was giving him an awfully weak reason.

“So what? Let them notice. What can they do?”

There was silence again. When he heard that she had no more resistance to his idea, he stood up and started making his way towards the lake. He picked up the lantern that was the source of their lighting. 

“Henry, wait.” He ignored her and just continued on walking towards his destination. “Damn it, why not?” She almost jumped after him, following the light.

When he heard footsteps following him after a few metres, he smirked to himself. She catched up to him and she was trying to match his pace with her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a big wool sweater, she just threw it on so the night breeze wouldn’t make her bones shiver,  and the skirt she was wearing during the day. Her hair was caressed by the wind of the night, the tiny bit of chill made her cheeks a bit pinkish. 

He guided her on the pier and he stepped in the boat, he turned around and offered his hand to her. As she accepted it and joined him in the boat, she spoke with still a little uncertainty. “Promise me that we won’t get turned over along with the boat!” She paused for a second “ Again….” She took a seat and he untied the rope that was holding the boat in one place.

He let out a light chuckle at the fact that y/n trusted him and went along with his idea, she was just a tad afraid that she might end up soaking wet in the probably not very warm water. “I promise. Do you see Bunny anywhere around here?” he sat down and positioned the oar in his palms comfortably. She shook her head.”Then, you have nothing to worry about.” 

He motioned for her to come closer to him and when she did he caressed her soft face with a warm look on his face. “I would never let anything unfortunate happen to you, my angel. You will always be safe when you are near me, always.” He pulled her delicate face closer to his and he planted a soft tender kiss to her lips.

“I know, I trust you.” That was music to his ears and he winked at her.

For a few minutes, it was silence, a comfortable one. He was sailing the boat towards the other end of the lake, lost in his thoughts. She was staring at the disturbed water with a somehow unfocused gaze and smile. 

She giggled out of nowhere and the sweet sound of it he snapped his head towards her.

“You always get your way, don’t you?” She cocked a playful eyebrow at him and she put her hands on his, forcing him to stop his movements with the oar and by that, making the somewhat little boat to lightly jolt on the water. She slowly moved her body closer to his, lowering her frame in front of him, looking up into his icy blues with sparkling doe eyes.

 He caressed her cheeks with his fingertips before giving her a light playful little pinch, which caused her to scrunch her nose in an adorable manner. “You know that I do. All thanks to my sweet girl, always so very nice to me, aren’t you?” She nodded. 

She kneeled down in front of him carefully so she wouldn’t tip the boat over.

“I think it’s about time for me to get what I want.” She smoothed her palms down his trouser clad thighs. “If you let me?” 

There was a hint of nervousness in her tone, he leaned down and covered her cold cheeks with his warm palm, he smiled down at her in a comforting manner. “Of course, my sweet girl.”

When she got the green light from his words, she got right down to it. She untucked his white dress shirt from his trousers, she just had to lift it up a little bit to plant a loving little kiss to the skin of his stomach. In which, he gave a little adoring chuckle at her darling gesture and he stroked her hair affectionately. “Look at you, little doe. So obedient and so eager to please me. Proper spoiled, aren’t I?” 

“I want to please you… I want you to enjoy it, I just ne–” She started stammering.

“I know. You musn’t be skittish, it’s just me and I will guide you through it. Your presence alone gives me the divine of pleasures, y/n.” He whispered to her.

She began to unbutton his pants and she opened it up. His erection was evident in his boxer shorts, she decided to listen to her instincts and do what felt natural to her. She palmed him through the fabric, which made him hiss in return of her touch. She could feel his warmth in her palm and it brought a sense of calmness to her.

He reckoned that she was waiting for his further leading. “Take me out, take your time.” 

She did, she pulled his boxer shorts down a bit and his hard member sprang up in front of her face. He didn’t need much to get fully hard, nothing in his life got him going the way that she did, he truly believed that she must have been a nymph in one of her past lives, she could even make a bowl erotic. 

They didn’t really do anything very sexual, yet. There were multiple times of make-out sessions and grinding on each other. Both of them knew that it will happen and it wasn’t like they had a rule or something, they simply wanted to do it at a point where they were so desparate for each other that they felt like they coulndn’t exist anymore without that special connection. 

She got a tad intimidated by his size, he was thick and long. He is a big man so biology made him big everywhere. She had known that his size was rather admirable from all the dry grinding that they did, but this was a whole new level.

She started by exploring what movements and tempo he liked. She was pulling her hands on his up and down at a slow pace. She noticed that whenever her hand was close to his tip, his body would slouch a bit, so she brought her palm upwards and focused on his tip. It was throbbing and shiny from his aroused state, it relieved her because that meant that she was doing a good job and he was enjoying himself. 

He let out whimpers and his head was thrown back with a slightly open mouth and hooded eyes, she wanted more, she wanted to make him lose his breath in pleasure. Although he didn’t give her further guidance, he didn’t want her to feel pressured and he knew that he could easily cum by her clever hand, she leaned forward and planted a shy kiss on his tip. 

At that, he was very surprised. “My God, doe… You are doing so good, making me feel so good.”

With a newfound confidence, she ran her hot tongue from his base to his tip and back and forth, until his whole length was covered in her saliva. She started focusing on his tip more and she let the throbbing tip slide a bit into her mouth. She started lowering her head deeper and deeper until she felt resistance, she went did this for a while. Until she started properly sucking him in and hollowing her cheeks around him, she brought her hands up again and she stroked parts of him that her mouth abandoned. 

Her hands begin to explore further down, his sensitive and heavy tentacles. When she begin massaging them he let out a loud groan, he didn’t expect her to play with them as most people were shy with them, but he loved it. 

When she heard that he was enjoying it, she let his erection slip out of her mouth yet again and she begin kissing and licking the soft skin of his balls. She felt it tighten up in her palm and it aroused her on a new level, she appriciated his body responding to her actions.

She teased him like this until he grabbed her hair and pulled her head upwards. “Take me back into that silky mouth, little doe.” So, she did. “Oh- Just like that, you’re going to make me cum!” 

With a large palm on the top of her head and hair, he was guiding the pace of her movements. 

He warned her again to see if she drew her heavenly mouth away from him, and to his delight she didn’t. She wanted to taste him, to have him in her mouth, to swallow him. 

He pushed her head down and let go completely with a loud moan. She felt his length throb and soon she felt the hot liquid covering the back of her throat. She too, moaned at this. The taste, the power, him. She swallowed it all and planted a last kiss to him member, then she tucked him back into his boxer shorts and she buttoned up his pants again. 

He pulled her body into his, holding her in his lap with a loving and satisfied look on his handsome face. He stroked her face and hair and began kissing her all across her face, causing her to giggle at his soft touch. “My good girl. You were so good and clever, little doe.” He leaned into her ear and his palm went to the back of her neck and squeezed softly in a teasing manner. “Do you think I didn’t notice you pushing those ravishing thighs together?” 

“I-... I enjoyed pleasuring you, and I want to do it again.” He chuckled darkly.

“You’re a real treat, y/n. Just wait until I have my way with you, I will fly you to the moon.”

Would you doves be interested in me writing more chapters for Sinclair?

Or perhaps some burning hot smut?:)

Give me requests freely, and don’t be shy to let the inner beast out;)

xoxo

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.”

His Temptress

part two of @celestialpoetry ‘s femme fatale request!

Enjoy;)

Henry’s point of view:

I kept her waiting for a week, to keep her on tip-toes as she kept me on mine for months. It was visible to me that she was waiting for me to make a move. I wanted to grip her hair and tell her: “Don’t be impatient, sweetheart.” But, I couldn’t, not yet anyway.

Then one day, I started sending her gifts. Small gifts, such as chocolates, flowers and little notes. At first I sent them to her school letterbox, which was usually always full due to some desperate notes from desperate first- or second-years. Everyone wanted her in Hampden. It gave me a big amount of satisfaction that only my gifts were the ones that made her smile.

“Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew I was just warming up… -Winter” I sent her this letter one day, which she replied to with a note to my own letterbox.

“Game on, Winter, I am longing to see the fire within you… -Y/L/N”

If she wanted a well-played game, then a well-played game she must get.

I sent her naughty notes such as:

“Beautiful dress, I bet that you would look better without them.”

“What pretty hair you have, sweetheart, if only it was wrapped around my fists.”

“Don’t you worry, I see how you’re trying to tempt me with that dangerously low-buttoned shirt. Shame that all of those fuckers get to drool on what’s mine.” I saw her opening this very note, and I saw the blush that crept up her cheeks and the shiver that ran down her spine.

So, of course, she got another one.

“What a pretty blushing little thing you are, I’m sure you blush as much when you have those hands between your graspable thighs, touching yourself to my notes… You like getting compliments, sweetheart?

But only mine wakes up the beast inside. -Winter.”

This time, I sent it to her apartment for dramatic effect. Luckily for me, Francis lived nearby, so I was able to get her address.

I sent some exotic chocolates that were labelled as an Aphrodisiac. I wanted her to be starving for me, just like I was starving for her. Her body, her skin, her touch, I wanted everything from her.

But the icebreaker was this…

A box full of tiny silky and lacy lingerie, paired with a little velvet box containing a pure gold necklace and a bottle of expensive perfume. And of course, a note.

“I want you to try these on, get your sweet scent on them and wear them when I take you out.

I will pick you up, Friday night, 6pm.

-Winter.”

She has been playing with me for weeks, it was time for me to claim my prize.

Third person’s point of view:

Y/N enjoyed this little game between them. At first, as much as she would never confess it, but she was eager for him to make a move. Then the little gifts with notes came, she certainly enjoyed the attention she was getting from him. The girls at school actually found him hot, but he was hers. Actually, she had noticed him the very first day she arrived at Hampden, and after it, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. His broad and tall frame caging her underneath him, his big hands wrapped up in her hair and around her throat, she even imagined them gripping her breasts and hips. She lusted after him.

Then, the notes came naughtier and they started arriving at her own door. It brought her satisfaction that he cared enough to find out her address, even if it was obvious to her that he got it from Abernathy. They were neighbours, he lived right across from her. He had a nice style and he always greeted her in the morning. There was a time where his car broke down, so she gave him her car whenever he needed to go into the centre of the city.

But, what made her the most hot was that he was actually right. She saved his notes, put his gifts all around her apartment as little trinkets and she touched herself while looking at them. Imagining him taking her in every position and on every surface he could.

When she received his gift with the date, she felt like dancing and cheering. She also appreciated that a man bothered to take her out on a proper date, rather than just inviting her up to their apartments so they could shag.

She loved that men were at her feet, but only gentlemen could kiss her ankles, and Henry Winter was a real gentleman. She enjoyed his gifts, and she was looking forward to getting spoiled by him.

When she tried on the dark red lingerie, she felt more sexy than ever, especially when she put on the necklace and the perfume. She looked like sex on legs, an alluring goddess. Of course, she immediately fell down on her sheets and opened up her legs so she could trace her fingers down to her wet heat. The expensive fabric created a nice friction against her clit. Y/n was satisfied, and not many men could have achieved that. He worked hard enough, he deserved a gift from her too.

She had taken up her entire friday afternoon to get ready for their date. She blew out her hair into Hollywood-curls, she did her makeup perfectly and precisely (she didn’t even minded that it was going to be messed as long as he fucked her) and put the perfume on along with the lace and necklace, just like he asked. She followed orders when she was asked nicely, really nicely.

She wore an amazing dress, a black one with golden details. And as a bonus, it hugged her curves perfectly and it showed a fair amount of clevage.

At precisely 6pm, a car stopped in front of her house.

Henry’s point of view:

I wore an all black suit and I stopped in front of her house, I got out of my car and walked up to her door with a red rose. I was raised to be gentle, women deserved to be spoiled, so of course I wasn’t going to just honk for her. I knocked, and before I knew it, the prettiest sight I ever saw was standing right in front of me. The dress, the perfume and the necklace made her look absolutely ravishing, or maybe it was just her. She was smirking at me with full lips that were painted in dark red, her eyes looked like one a siren would have. She must have been a siren in a past life of hers.

“Good evening, Y/N, you look very beautiful.” She greeted me back, I stepped forward, took her soft hand and gave her a kiss on her hand, which I felt that it made her breath hitch. “Here.” I gave her the roses “They are almost as beautiful and delicate as you, almost.”

“Thank you, for the roses and the compliment, you look… really handsome, Winter.” She caressed the petals of thee roses with her gentle fingers. “Let me just put them in water and get my coat.”

I waited for her and when she was ready, I guided her to the passengers seat and opened the door for her. “Ladies first.”

The ride was quiet, except from the radio, but there was a comfortable silence, just like in the library.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I felt pride rise within me at her surprise when we got escorted to our reservation in the very expensive restaurant.

I pulled her seat out for her and let my fingers graze her neck when she sat down. The waiter took our orders, I had whiskey on the rocks and she ordered a dirty vodka martini.

Our conversation was flowing easily, it was easy to talk to her, I just wanted more and more information about her. She seemed a bit sheepish when the waiter gave us the menu cards.

“Order whatever you’d like, the bill is taken care of.” I reached across the table and put my hand on top of her’s, she whispered thank you and smiled at me.

We talked and drank and smoked cigarettes. I loved making her laugh and I loved that she made me laugh. The orangish light made her more angelic than ever.

When we were having desert, I felt her high heels grazing and my ankles, teasingly stroking up and down.

“You really look gorgeous, Y/N, you really do.” She just giggled and I leaned closer to her. “I do hope that you will let me ruin you tonight, I cannot wait to fuck you until your legs are weak.” I whispered to her.

“Well, you were really spoiling me lately, and now of course, I never had anything more delicious… Or maybe I will in a bit.” She bit her lip and winked at me. God, she was telling me straightforwardly that she wanted to suck me off, that lit flames in me. I needed her, and I needed her now

“Are you finished with your dessert?” There was only a bit of cream on her plate, which of course she took advantage of, she wiped her finger on the plate and licked the white cream off erotically, with that devilish smirk of hers, obviously.

“Why? Impatient are we, Winter?”

“You bet, I am craving you, Miss Y/L/N.” We held eye contact and a few seconds later, she grabbed her purse in her lap and she spoke.

“Let’s go.”

I paid for their dinner and even gave a generous tip to the waiter. In the car, I put my hands on her naked thigh and squeezed her flesh.

“Thank you for dinner, I really did have a good time.” She put her hands on mine.

“Anything for you, darling, but I still have a little treat for you.” I parked the car in front of my house and guided her inside.

Her eyes were wide at the size of my place and at the scattered expensive antiques everywhere, but she didn’t have enough time to do so before I pushed her against the nearest wall and finally kissed her lips. They were so soft and plushy, I never wanted to stop, she heightened my senses to a level where I always wanted her.

She returned my kiss just as eagerly, I tapped her thighs and she jumped into my lap. I gripped her ass as if my life was at stake. I somehow found my way into my bedroom and put her gently down on the bed. I stood back to remove my shirt and pants. She tried to do the same with her dress, but I stopped her.

“Don’t.” I said when she reached behind herself to take off her dress. “I want to take it off you.”

She just chuckled softly. “Whatever you say, sir.” She said it in a tone that made me throb in my underwear, she may have even seen it.

I crawled on her and kissed her roughly again, my kisses migrated down to her jaw and neck, where I inhaled scent. I was face to face with her again and I gripped her blushing cheeks. “Listen, if we are doing this, I don’t want you to do it because you believe I deserve it… I want you to do it because you purely want to. If you don’t, I’ll understand and it will be perfectly fine.” I gave her kisses on her face while whispering.

She pulled me in for a kiss again, I knew that she was craving me as much as I craved her. “I want to, I really want to.” She guided my hands to the straps of her dress and motioned me to pull it down. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”

I grinned, like a cat who got the cream. “Fuck you? What a dirty mouth you have, darling.”

I pulled her dress down and took her heels off her feet. I nearly orgasmed when I saw her under me, in the lacy and barely covering lingerie that I gifted her. Her hair was sprawled across my pillow. I kissed her until I couldn’t breath and I took the precious time to kiss her anywhere.

“My god, you are truly divine.” I left marks on her neck and collarbones. “How gorgeous, this swan-like neck…” I helped her out of her bra, her perky and full breasts right in front of my eyes. I kissed all across her chest and her breasts, I sucked and bit her nipples. “These beautiful breasts…” I kissed her lower, her waist and hips. “Your flesh that I want to hold all the time…” I went all the way down to her ankles and thighs. “Such soft and silky skin…” I pulled the lace off her legs, I kissed the insides of her thighs, and I inhaled her scent so deeply. “And this pretty cunt that is my personal heaven from now on…” I licked a long stripe from her opening to her clit, she whimpered at my every move, but now she let out a full throaty moan. “All mine. No one else gets to smell, taste and take this pussy, right darling?” I stuck my tongue into her.

She gripped my hair. “Yes, YES! All yours! Every part of me!” She was deep in pleasure. So, I ate her out as if my life depended on it. I sucked on her clit, I fucked her with my tongue. I felt her wetness covering half of my face, but I could tell by her noises that she enjoyed it as much as I did.

I took two fingers and I circled her entrance, and slowly pushed them in. “How warm and tight, darling, I cannot wait to feel you completely.” I dived my head back between her thighs. My fingers and mouth were working in perfect unison, and looking up at her, I needed to pathetically grind down on the mattress from the sight.

“All the stupid little boys would cum in the pants from this sight… But, you need a proper man to fuck you, don’t you darling? Someone who cares more about your pleasure, your pleasure is mine.” My fingers started plunging into her more fast and deep, her moans increasing with my every move. I kissed and suckled her clit, which was red and puffy. Her scent lingered all around the room, and I was sipping it up right from the source. “So sweet, I could have you like this everyday, I bet you would love that… I could put you to sleep with my head between these thighs, and wake you up with my tongue. You deserve to be spoiled, with gifts and orgasms.“

“Uh-huh! I want that! I want to taste you too, your pleasure is mine, too. Ah~ Don’t stop!” She gripped my hair for dear life, I could feel her walls closing up on my fingers, her little nub throbbing and suddenly… A big gush of clear liquid was running down my throat, I drank it up as if it was my ambrosia, it for sure was.

“Did you just squirt?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you do that everytime?”

“No, this was my first time that it happened with someone else, I can barely do that on my own.” She heaved, still in the haze of her orgasm.

Everytime I kissed her entrance or clit, she gushed a bit more. I did that until she pushed my head away.

I crawled up to her face and kissed her deeply, she hummed at the taste of herself, but she still clung to my hair for more.

I laid down on my side and caressed her hair, her eyes were hooded and relaxed, and still so full of lust.

“Wow… That was the best thing I ever felt.”

“I’m glad I could make you feel this good, I did mean it. I want to spoil you, to worship you.” I let my fingers stroke her side and occasionally her breast. “Are you tired?”

She suddenly straddled meg and her hair was shielding the room from my face. “Not at all, Winter, I don’t tire out so easily.” She laughed and she leant down to kiss me deeply, she liked kissing and getting kissed, it seemed.

She did the same thing I did to her, she kissed all around my face, jaw and she suckled at my neck. She left marks all around my chest and she caught my skin between her teeth many times, she was revelling in the shivers that were running up and down my spine. She left kisses all around my pelvis and kissed down at my V line. “Mhm, so toned and sharp.” she dragged a red nailed finger down my muscles and her eyes darkened when they contracted under it.

She rubbed me though my underwear, her eyes were shining with lust and the need to please. My cock was nearly tearing at my boxers, I am naturally a tall and big man, so it shouldn’t be surprising that my dick was long and thick, but she nearly lost her mind, when finally, after long minutes of teasing, she took me out.

“Oh-Wow.” She started pumping me and just feeling me up.

“Yeah.” She didn’t even hear me, probably. She was probably lost in imaging me inside of her, fucking her dumb.

She muttered under her breath, with naughty eyes. “So big and warm, and oh-” she kissed my tip, which was dripping with precum, just eager to get finally lost in her precious cunt. “So sweet.”

She wanted to suck me dry, but I was waiting for this, for such a long time. I needed to feel her. I harshly fisted her hair and she moaned, the lusty minx. I pulled her up and flipped us, so I was on top of her.

“Another time, darling.” I reached forward to open my drawer and took out a condom, which I rolled on quickly on myself. I leaned back and marvelled at the sight, her chest heaving, her tits heavy and perky, my knees pulling her legs apart, which made her pussy spread out right in front of my cock, just dripping and clenching around nothing. “Beg me.”

“Please, Henry, fuck me.” I shuffled my hips closer, so my tip was touching her entrance. My thumb wandered to her clit and I started rubbing in little circles, which made her squirm under me.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that.” My thumb fastened up.

“Please, please, please! Fuck me stupid, use me on every surface. I want it so bad.” I got her exactly where I had wanted her to be, desperate and begging for me. “You were right! I was touching myself to the thought of you, so much. Please…”

“What a good girl you are, you deserve to be fucked nicely. Let me show you what no one else can.” With that, I lined myself up and slowly pushed into her. I went slow, so I wouldn’t cause her any pain, but she was taking it like a champion. Her walls were welcoming me in, but her face scrunched up, while I was nearly all the way in. I twisted her silky hair between my pointer finger. “Shh, it’s okay. I am nearly fully in, you’re doing so good.”

When a bottomed out in her, we both released a sigh of relief. She was tight and I could feel myself pressing into the heavenly spongy spot inside of her. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth a tad open.

“You feel so good, Henry.” She reached up and pulled my face closer to hers. “You can move, please do.” She whispered with a voice dripping with seduction, so I did. I slowly started moving in and out of her.

Her sweet vanilla scent enveloped me completely. We were both lost in each other. Her slender legs were wrapping themselves around my waist, making me slide into her deeper. I was hitting deliciously against her cervix, and she pulled me into her embrace.

That was everything, her embrace. Feeling her breast push flat against my chest, her soft hair tickling my skin and her walls gripping me, pulling me closer to my release.

I reached between us, somehow managing through the tight space between our bodies, and I rubbed her clit. Her voice got whiny and louder, it was music to my ears and it indicated that she was getting close.

“Henry! I’m-OH GOD!” She pulled her nails down my back and I groaned , she was marking me and leaving scratches down my back, I loved it.

“I know, darling, I know.” I sped up and with a loud moan she came undone under me. I felt myself release into the condom. “Oh, what a good girl.”

I hauled her panting body in my arm and caressed her sweaty skin. “You did so so good, my dear.”

“Mmm…” Her eyes were cloudy, she was still in subspace, an adorable little thing. I let her rest in my arms for a bit and I pulled out of her.

“Give me a second.” I made my way to the bathroom connected to my bedroom and I made a bubble bath for her, vanilla scented of course. I went back to gather her up in bridal style. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She nuzzled closer into my chest.

I helped do what she needed and I guided her into the bath, and I went in behind her.

I held her and caressed her skin. “My dear, it was amazing.”

“Yes, it was more than that, I would love it if we could do this frequently.” She turned around in the water and rested her pretty face on my chest, she looked up with her beautiful eyes, I could have watched them all night. “I would like to be yours, and I want you to be mine.”

“Yes, I would love that, my dear.”

So we laid there, bathed each other and just held each other.

“My temptress, I will give you everything that you ever want.”

Prologue

Hello, my darling doves

Suprise! The fanfiction began.

Before you dig into it… Yes, it is in a different timeline than the actual book, and not all things are same as in the book, but you will find out eventually:)

I hope you will like it and I’m always open to hear your opinions on it!

xoxo, Rosemary<3

warnings: none:) maybe alcohol use, but this is tsh so nobody really cares

summary: just some warming up

word count: 1.3k

Richard Papen, 1953

Some nights, I am still at that hotel. We all are. Charles with a gun in his hand, Camilla sobbing, Francis and I frozen, and Henry… Nearly smiling at the gun. The next events happened barely in a mere second. The screaming, the gunshots, the warm feeling in my stomach, the red wine and blood splashing. Henry lay dead on the floor, his pale face covered in blood. He was pronounced dead on the scene when the police arrived, while they were on their way Francis put a blanket on him, I don’t remember those moments very well. I only remember the blood on his face and his closed eyes. Francis was the only one who attended the funeral, I would have gone with him to Missouri, where he was getting buried, but I was laying in the hospital with a gunshot.

I never saw the twins ever again. Charles ran away and Camilla went silent. We nearly couldn’t care less about Charles after what he had done, but Camilla was a hard pill to swallow.

Me and Francis tried everything we could for a good while, brought her to the best psychiatrist, and we stayed with her patiently. Until she finally spoke to us again. But only a few words, she kindly asked us to leave her alone to deal with her grief, Henry or Charles, we never knew. We understood and left her alone like she asked. We tried our best to get our friend back and figured that she would contact us if she wanted to.

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Me and Francis kept in touch over the years, calls and visits were engraved in our daily routines. He visited me in Chicago and I visited him in Boston. I analyzed literature and sometimes gave lessons in big named schools. Francis wrote detective books, he started writing them as a distraction and they blew up, people loved him. In the end, both of us were steady on our feet. I wasn’t in possession of a family fortune, but I became a bit wealthy myself.

However, there was one name we never dared to speak. Until today.

We were at Francis’s huge apartment, on the couch, whiskey in hand. We already drank a bottle of Irish whiskey. Suddenly he laughed to himself in a drunken manner. “What is it?” I laughed to myself too at his odd manner, the whiskey really managed to get in my head, I felt dizzy and floaty.

His laughing slowly went away and he stared at the maroon wall dreamily. “You know what I think about sometimes?” He looked at me with a sly foxy smile. “What if Henry never died?” I suddenly sat up and a little part of me was relieved that he said Henry’s name, he might have been drunk out of his mind but still. He knew Henry for a longer time than I did and his death was harder for him, he is also a sensitive fellow so that was not the greatest mix. I started snickering at his foolish question, but I stopped it when I saw his serious face, he was lost in thought.

“Francis? Where did this come from? We both watched him fall to the floor.” I tried studying his face, he wouldn’t look in my eyes.

“I know, I know. But those parts are so blurry, I barely remember how we got out of there. What do you remember from it?” He finally looked at me.

“Oh yeah, I remember every single little detail that happened. Especially the gunshot wound in my stomach and the blood oozing out of it!” He angered me a bit, the alcohol made the moment more dramatic than it actually was.

“Okay, I see your point…” He bit his lip, as if he was in distress. “What if he didn’t actually die? That was the last time we saw him and we got ushered out so quickly that we didn’t even register what hap—“

“Aren’t you a detective murder mystery writing novelist? Your mind is more creative day by day.” I point to his shelf, where he displayed the awards his books and stories won, in a joking manner. He was really good at what he was doing, no wonder everyone always begged for the new novel of his, even my students who I eventually taught from time to time.

He was not laughing, not appreciating my joke. I could see it in his eyes that he really was thinking. “Richard, have you ever seen him after that?”

“Weren’t you the one who sat through his whole funeral?!”

“It was a closed casket.” He shrugged.

“Closed casket?” I straightened up at the new information. “Didn’t he always say that he was going to have an open casket funeral?”

Francis’s eyes widened. “He did, because he wanted people to really see that all of us end up in the same way.” It was silent for a few minutes, until Francis turned to me. “Richard, if he could write his car to your name, then he could have had an open casket funeral. He wrote what he wanted for it when he was like sixteen, and the way he was looking at the gun?” We turned more serious by the second.

“Maybe he had a closed casket to spare Camilla?” I brought up my only explanation, but even I barely believed it.

“Camilla is not as weak as you think, and Henry was or is not that soft to change what he always believed in for a girl.” My biggest problem was that he actually made some sense, there was something about what he had said.

“So, let me get this straight. Henry may be alive and we didn’t think of this for five years?” I scoffed and turned to Francis. I put my hands on both of his shoulders and sighed deeply, as if I was a father who is about to tell a life lesson to his child. “Look Francis, I know that this Henry being alive and well alternative is way more sweeter, but it is not the truth and not the one we live in.”

“I know, but what if—“ He tried to interrupt me.

“No, no more what if’s… Henry is dead. We watched him shoot himself in the head and drop to the floor. You sat through his funeral, closed casket or not, he was in there. He is gone, Francis. Fuck… I wish he wasn’t, I wish we found a better way to deal with everything going on without anyone dying. I wish that Charles never came in with a gun in hand…” He had tears in his eyes from my little speech, maybe I did too, but I needed him to open up his eyes and see our sad truth.

He smiled sadly, a fat tear running down his freckled cheek. “I wish for anything that could have kept our group together…” he said as he stared into the crunching fire in the fireplace. I believe that in that moment he tried really hard for the first time to accept what we came to.

“We’re here now. Maybe up there, Bunny could give that goddamn slap back to Henry and even bang him in the head with his stupid latin diary.” I nudged his shoulder, trying to ease the tension. What I didn’t expect was a proper laugh from him. Half a genuine laugh, half a grieving sob.

“Yeah, you’re right… Thank you, Richard. For everything.” He lifted his glass and we clicked them together.

“To new beginnings.”

“To new fucking beginnings.”