Heyy! Let Me Just Start With Saying That I LOVE Your Blog And The Way That You Write ♡ So I Was Wondering

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 am a HUGE Henry Winter apologist, still, I admit that he did awful things here and there.

BUT nobody, and I mean nobody, can tell me that the only reason he wanted Camilla, was to make Richard feel bad.

It is mentioned multiple times that he was always fond of Camilla and that she made him smile (bless her dear heart)

So, he may be cold and all, but he had true feelings for Camilla, and when she needed help, he was willing to do anything to protect her.

Case dismissed.

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.”

@celestialpoetry ‘s request, thank you for the support dove<3

I kind of based this character off of Meredith from If We Were Villains, which is my current read:)

summary: Henry meeting an embodiment of seducement and finding himself lusting after her

Temptress

Henry’s point of view:

The first time I saw her, I thought that it was the cigarette that clouded my vision. It even went through my head that I only imagined her.

But, it instantly cleared my doubts when I saw her multiple times later.

I only saw her from far-apart, and as time went by, I started to know more about her from here and there. She was in theatre, she dropped in mid-semester, no one knew where she came from and why she came to Hampden. Her hair was golden as the Sun, and always made in a nice way. Depending on how her hair was styled I knew what phase was she going through. If she was busy with exams, memorizing lines and running from practice to practice, her hair was trapped in a french twist. If she was relaxed and free, her hair was framing her face and back like a lion’s huge mane.

Her face, oh, her gorgeous face. She was beautiful, and the fact that she was aware of it and knew how to use it made it all better. Thick eyelashes, delicately curved nose, full lips caught between teeth, lusty eyes. Her body had curves that I wished I could grip into, her silky looking skin was hugged by silk or lace or fur.

She was sex on legs. A nymph. A goddess of seducement. A temptress.

No other woman had as much of an effect on me like she did. She lit a fire up within me with a single gaze of those eyes. She made me jealous of the people and even the wind that surrounded her. I wanted to suffocate any man that came closer to her.

The only contact I had with her was when our eyes met here and there. Whenever they did, she wasn’t shy, she let her eyes run up and down my body, she licked her those plush lips, bit them and let a sly smirk rest upon them. I smirked back at her and winked at her, I threw my manners out the window and checked her out.

Until one night, it was a cold night. I had an urging need to write, but my apartment couldn’t make the atmosphere I felt most inspired in. I put on a wool sweater instead of a shirt and I made my way toward the college’ library in my car. In the parking lot, I saw a blood red vintage car. The secluded library’s window showed that the fireplace within was lit up, someone was in there. I was fine with it as long as the person didn’t bother me with any annoying little habits.

I immediately felt my body relax at the warmth of the library, the warmth coming from the centre. The centre had a fireplace, a big rug in front of it and leather couches and armchairs that I was quite fond of. So, I made my way over to the centre.

My heartbeat quickened when I heard the voice from far apart.

“As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.

But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;

And for her sake do I rear up her boy,

And for her sake I will not part with him.”

Her honey-sweet voice hit my ears, she was practising her lines.

A few seconds later, she came into my vision. She was walking around on the rug, in front of the fireplace, a lit cigarette stuck between her slender, elegant fingers and her nails were painted blood red. How I wished that those fingers were caressing my skin and stroking my co—

“Hello there, Winter.” I was too lost in my perverse fantasies to notice that she turned around and now was looking at me with those seductive eyes of hers.

“Good evening.” I nodded and sat down on one of the couches. “Practise?”

She sat down on the same one as I did and took a long drag of her cigarette. “Trying to, if I’m honest I didn’t even come here to practise.”

I looked at her with awaiting eyes, gesturing to her to continue.

She streched her slender body and tucked her knees into her chest, I couldn’t help but glance down where her knees pushed against her delicate breasts. I wanted to devour her completely, I felt my trousers tighten at a million more fantasies of how I could make her mine and mine alone.

“The apartment above mine is having a gathering.”

“Are they drinking and stomping?”

“Almost, they are having an orgy.” She smirked at me, while taking a big gulp out of her flask.

I chuckled softly. “Good for them, I suppose.”

There was a comfortable silence between us. I looked at her to steal a glance, only to find her already looking at me with hooded eyes. She had a little smile on her lips, she suddenly reached up toward me and offered me her flask. I didn’t even care what she was offering me, she could have given me poison in it and I would have drank it eagerly. It sent a heatwave down my spine when I put my lips exactly where the print of her lipstick was.

“It’s a dirty martini.” She said when I gave it back to her.

“I could tell, it’s really good. Did you make it?” It really was good, the olive taste and sweetness mingled perfectly together.

“I’m glad you liked it, yes I made it. I have too much fun making all kinds of cocktails. When I was in my late teenage years, I worked in a bar, that’s where I learnt it all.” She was looking forward, as if she was telling tales to the fire. Her hands blindly reached for another cigarette, and so did I.

I couldn’t help, but smile at her. When she was talking about something she was enthusiastic about her eyes weren’t holding that lustful gaze of hers, more like wider, adorable eyes that reminded me of a doe.

I lit my cigarette with ease, and I noticed that her lighter was refusing to light up. “Oh damn it! It’s out, little fucker.” She mumbled under her breath.

Suddenly, she turned her head around to look me in the eyes..

There was something about her at that moment. Her hair was long and big, I wished to stroke it and pull it at the same time. The cigarette was between her lips that were painted a dark red. Her skirt rid up to the top of her thighs. I was lured in, and lured in deep.

She slowly crawled towards me from across the couch, when she got close, she supported herself on my knees. She leaned closer to my face, with a sultry look that made me want to fall to my knees at her every wish.

“Henry?” She whispered.

“Y/N?” I whispered back to her.

She leaned into my ear, I could smell her sweet scent all around me, I wanted to drown in it. My arms tightening with the need to just wrap themselves around her and show her pleasure on earth.

“Would you light my cigarette, please?” She leaned away and giggled, she was very well aware of the effect she left on me.

I lit my lighter up and she leaned into it, lighting the ashes to life. “You know what this means? When you light someone’s cigarette?”

I shook my head softly, there was an adoring smile on my face. She slowly got up and gathered her things, she stopped in front of me and said the answer.

“I’m your bitch now.” She smirked, everyone wanted her to be their bitch, I was no different. But, at the same time I was, I wanted to give her the world and worship her.

“And are you?” I smirked back at her in challenge, I was always up for a game.

“Do you want me to be?” She tilted her head in front of me, looking me up and down discreetly, there was hunger in her eyes, she had hunger for me.

I put my cigarette down and took hers too. I stood up and towered over her, my broad body nearly swallowing hers up. I let my fingers caress her hair and then wander to her cheeks, it was like caressing silk.

“I want you to be.” I whispered. “Let me take you out on a date, treat you nice, show you how you should be cherished. Let me give you the world.”

She closed her eyes, she loved to hear the words I said, and she loved that I was the one who said it. Behind that sultry gaze, I saw that she wanted me, and wanted me deeply.

She got up on her tiptoes and her lips were hovering over my ear. “If you want me, show it to me, show me that you really mean what you said. And then, if you are a winner, you may claim your prize.”

My blood stopped when I felt her plush lips press against my neck.

After many long seconds, she leaned away, winked at me and made her way out. From the window I could see the red vintage car driving away, of course it was hers.

I took my previous seat and watched the fire. She was playing hard to get, I loved it. I wanted to work for her love, I was fucking game.

I took my writing notebook out and I wrote one thing on the top of the page.

Temptress.

I found my muse.

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Yes, this will have another part dw I got you<3

Please, let me know what you think and thank you for reading:)

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.

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

When are new fanfics coming? 🤓

Now:))

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

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

Paris

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My pleasure. Y/N, my love…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lux diaboli

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That sweet sweet giggle, the light of his life.

The devil’s light.

Chapter One

The first proper chapter!

As you could already see, this story plays in a different time, so don’t get upset at what the characters say or do.

Please please please tell me your opinions on it and most importantly, enjoy:)

warnings: mentions of murder, death faking, classic Henry Winter behaviour

summary: Henry is on his way to his new home and he reflects on the last couple of weeks.

word count: 2k

Prologue to this fanfiction

1948

He was a free man now, but at the same time he wasn’t.

At least the restless nights were over, he didn’t have to worry about the police coming any second to bust his door down and arrest him. Even though deep down he knew that his father would shoot anyone who dares to lay a hand on his son. But, the freedom he was always destined to live came with a price. He had to sooner or later, so it didn’t really matter anymore. He had his Hampden years as only his, as a brand new person, but after he should have graduated he was supposed to get back where he really belongs. He didn’t need a diploma, when you’re the son of one of the wealthiest and powerful man in the world, you need anything but a stupid diploma. He went there, purely because he wanted to. He wanted to be someone else for a while, he wanted to study languages and adore literature, art. He was lucky to find the people he called his friends, well, some of them were a burden. Bunny Corcoran made himself a burden and Charles Macaulay was born a burden. But Francis Abernathy and Richard Papen were good men with no bad intentions and he liked having them around. And then there was his little love, Camilla, he believes that he loves her, but then again he has absolutely no clue what love is, but his feelings for Camilla were the closests things to it. However, if he loved her, why did he leave her so easily? Wasn’t it supposed to be a hard choice choosing between her or his powerful freedom? The answer doesn’t even matter anymore, nothing that happened in those years and few months matters anymore. Things happened the way they happened and it is time for new beginnings. He was a brand new man, the one he was always supposed to be and the one he left behind is dead, at least to everyone else.

He stared out the window of his family’s private plane. His cigarette dangling from his lips mirrored his father, who sat in front of him, also with a burning cigarette between his lips. He was his father’s twin, the same pale skin, same big height and the same raven dark hair, but he got his bright eyes from his dear mother.

The stewardess, who was also the family’s maid, came in with a tray, two crystal glasses and a bottle of fine scotch. The silver haired woman poured both of them an inch.

“Laura, dear.” Henry’s father said “the boy had a hard time, don’t shy away with the scotch.”

“Yes, Mr.Sinclair.” She said as she poured a few more inches.

When she left the lounge of the plane, Henry reached forward and downed down his drink in one go, his father immediately went to pour him more. He was a ruthless and powerful man, so was his wife, Mrs.Sinclair. But they adored their only child and son, they did what they did not only to carry on their family’s name and reputation, but to give their son everything he could ever want. However, this life came with sacrifices, he would learn that soon enough.

“Look at me, son.” Mr.Sinclair said in a firm tone, so he did. “I know how hard this must be, I understand. Me and your mother will give you time to heal, but that comes with accepting what you have to do. You are the heir who will keep up the magnificent Sinclair name, you will get into business and you will do your duty with honor, like a good man.”

Henry nods slowly and takes a long drag from his cigarette. “I know, father. I had my fun and now it is time.”

“Very well, my son.” He suddenly snickered to himself. “Two murders, huh? Your heritage cannot be denied. However the ancient sex ritual was a new addition.”

Oh yes, when the events in Hampden heightened Henry went home for a weekend and told his parents everything, every single detail. With a life like theirs, there are not many things that can suprise them. They listened to everything and came up with a solution and a perfect plan that suggests a fake tragedy. It took careful and perfect planning.

He needed someone to snap, his first subject would have been Richard, but then Camilla called him in the middle of the night when Charles had hurt her. This version of the plan was better, he would provoke Charles until he did something stupid, he drove up to Francis’s country house on one weekend and put Francis’s aunts beretta in Charles’s room. He left the door open at the inn’s room and waited for Charles to come. The beretta had 2 bullets and the third would be a fake one that had piglet blood in it. He also gave a bit of drug to everyone without them noticing, he hid a bottle of whisky in Charles’s room with drugs mixed in it. Then the second Richard told him that he is there at the estate and drunk, he knew that the plan was on. He ordered room service and wine, when Camilla went to freshen up, he also put the drugs in her glass of wine. He hoped that Francis and Richard would show up desperate and shaken up, when they did he was pleased that they took big gulps from Camilla’s glass of wine, he needed everyone’s mind fuzzy. He paid attention to their body language that got more slumped by the minute. When Charles busted in the door, it was game time. He was confident, he was a Sinclair for fuck’s sake, he knew self defense like no one and he had reflexes as sharp as a knife, Charles was no competition. The first gunshot to the window and the second to poor Richard’s stomach, he held the gun in his hands now. There were heavy knocks on the door, it was time. He pulled the trigger, he felt the fake bullet hit his temple and explode with the pig blood, he dropped to the floor and tried to stay as still as he could. The others were too shocked and their heads fuzzy. He smiled smugly to himself when he felt the blanket on him, bless Francis. His father’s men came acting like the police and took him out of there, straight to the private plane.

“You will get over it.” His father interrupted his train of thought. “But, you have to know one thing and keep it in your head, always.”

“What is it?” He was desperate for some good advice.

“Henry Winter is dead, it is time for you to be who you really are supposed to be. Henry Sinclair.”

Henry smiled at that, he would never say it out loud but he felt better being Henry Sinclair, his true self.

Henry Winter was someone he used for his Hampden years, Winter was his mother’s maiden name and he put it to good use. He didn’t need anyone recognizing the Sinclair name.However, there was one thing he never planned. Falling in love with a certain twin blonde girl, if this meant falling in love, he wasn’t sure. He felt protective over her, wanted to protect her as long as he could. But how could he lay beside her at night knowing that he was going to leave her? He didn’t mean to hurt her, she was better off without him and Charles, he just hoped he stayed away from her.

His mother joined them in the lounge, as he walked beside her son she caressed his dark hair and she sat beside her husband.

“It will get easier, honey. I know your heart aches for that blonde girl twin, she will get over it too. Just like your friends. What matters is that the plan went perfectly, and now we have you here with us.”

She threw back a few inches of her husband’s scotch and smiled at her family.

“Paris will wash all your troubles away. You will see the wonderful business of our family, get to know some new friends, join us to magnificent balls and parties.” She smirked at him slyly, he knew that smile of hers, he knew what was coming. “And who knows? You might meet a nice sweetheart and hold her close to your heart.”

“Paris does show you true love, son.” His father says and puts his hands on his mother’s, his fingertips touching her wedding band.

“Yeah, sure. I am fine by myself, thank you.” Henry rolled his eyes, the scotch in his head brought out his attitude. His parents shared a knowing look.

There was a heavy silence now, all three of them lost in their own thoughts. Until Laura, their maid, came in and informed them of their schedule.

“The pilot just announced that the plane will land in an hour, a driver will be waiting at the airport and he will be taking you to your apartment.”

“Actually, Laura,” said Mr.Sinclair. “Henry will be taken to his own apartment.” He wrote an address on a piece of paper and gave it to the maid. “Get another driver and give him the address. Thank you, Laura.”

The maid left and Henry gave a peek to his parents who were already looking at him with smug smiles.

“Thank you, father, mother.” He really was grateful, what he needed was his own space, alone with his thoughts. All he wanted was to finally sleep some and then have some good old silence. Which he could never have, his head and brain were always running and thinking. He needed a good book to concentrate on, or maybe if he emptied his mind down to his diary, he could feel relieved. Or perhaps, if only he had Camilla by his side, he could put his stress somewhere else… Whatever, he should just get himself together and flip the page.

“You will feel much better when we arrive.” Mrs.Sinclair stood up and started to leave the lounge. “I will sort the luggages for the landing.” And with that, she left. Leaving father and son, alone.

“There is more to life than books and ancient languages, Henry. Until you settle down, there are always good ways to cope with stress. Like… Beautiful women, eager to please.” Here we go…

“You kn—“ he tried interrupting.

“I know, I know. Not my business, you have your own private life and I know it. But, so you know. The building we own, where you will live in the apartment, has a little section for pleasure. If you want anything or anyone, pick up the phone and you shall have it. So you know.”

“Alright. I will think about it.” He won’t.

Don’t you get him wrong, he liked to have sex. He liked being inside of a woman, feeling her warmth everywhere and holding her close. He liked seeing pleasure consume her body and seeing it on her face. While he was in Hampden he always found a nice girl to fuck, he didn’t use women, he gave them all the pleasure they could want and he put their pleasure in front of his, always. But he was dead to the one woman he felt really hungry for, some whore or anyone for that matter will not do the job. Right now, he just wanted to get to the place he will call his home and rest for a while.

But for now, he can at least close his eyes knowing that Henry Winter is dead, he can now focus on one thing and one thing only.

Being his true self, Henry Sinclair.