Could You Maybe Written Some Henry Or Camilla, Or Both, X Fem Reader? Fluff,

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

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:)

I feel like we don’t talk about this moment enough.

LIKE TINY-TINY BABY (a grown cold manipulative man over six feet with broad shoulders) WAS HUNGRY:c

Imagine him just eating his little soup and pie🤏 (and Richard with his little omelet is also adorable)

My man needed a full few course meal to confess a murder

I love him.

I have insomnia, so when the night comes I think about every small thing in tsh

So now, I will tell you how certain characters smell like in my mind:

•Henry Winter: he smells strongly of coffee and cigarettes, in a good dark academia way. Also, tobacco vanille, if you know the scent you know that I am right. And books, that good bookish smell, my man has books glued to him.

•Francis Abernathy: I believe he smells really clean, I feel like he has a flower scented soap, so he smells like soap and flowers. And also cigarettes, still in a good way.

•Camilla Macauley: my girl is a walking vanilla candle, also hyacinth (as Richard mentioned). I feel like she is the kind of person who lives for scented candles and always lights one. So her clothes pick up the scents of the candles.

•Charles Macauley: soap, just the basic soap. And probably alcohol, but I love him in the first part, so because he lives with Camilla, he would also smell a bit like candles.

•Richard Papen: that signature aftershave scent, and probably a cheap perfume, but one of the good kind. And he doesn’t put on too much, he would definitely judge someone who does.

•Bunny Corcoran: Richard once said that he can’t think of Bunny as an erotic person, he reminds him of “sour smelling t-shirts” (ew). So I feel like he would smell like dirty laundry. He would not smell bad, but he would not smell divine either.

If you think any different, let me know!

xoxo, Rosemary

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.

—

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.”

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

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.”

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:

Would you guys be interested in a Meredith Dardenne x Reader smut?

I just finished the book and I absolutely ADORED her, but there aren’t any writing on her:(