Lux Diaboli

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.

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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.”

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henrywintersdearestgirl

2 years ago

Hi doves, now I come to you with bad news.

Forgive me, but I won’t be writing for a bit. I am really packed with school duties and quite a few troubles of my own.

I’m not saying that I won’t write at all, if I get a sudden inspiration I will write it and post.

And also, lately TSH just doesn’t make me feel the same way as it used to, but different things do.

Stay safe and embrace the summertime, my doves:)

I will be back.

-Rosemary

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henrywintersdearestgirl

1 year ago

hey hey!! any new fics coming??

Hey hey!! Well, I have a few scenarios in mind, but I haven’t written a word.

Sorry for the answer, I promise I will drop something soon:)

xoxo my doves

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henrywintersdearestgirl

1 year ago

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

Prologue

Chapter One

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henrywintersdearestgirl

1 year ago

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🫶

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henrywintersdearestgirl

1 year ago

When are new fanfics coming? 🤓

Now:))

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henrywintersdearestgirl

2 years ago

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

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