⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ astrum's the secret history & henry winter thirst masterlist ⋆｡°✩
hi, all! because we are slowly but surely approaching the 200 posts mark and this blog hasn't even been up for a full month, i've decided to provide all those who are new to my page a handy tool to facilitate orientation. when you expand this post, you will be greeted with a summary of all of my original posts and asks regarding the topic of my blog — incessant, tenacious, shameless thirst for the secret history's very own henry marchbanks winter.
admittedly, i am a complete sucker for lists and organizational tools, which is why this will simply be a heavenly experience for me — even more so because i'm currently procrastinating writing my term paper. however, without much further ado — find the list below the cut.
-> IMPORTANT NOTE: due to the link limit on this post, i can no longer expand it to my liking. because i don't want to create a second masterlist (just yet), however, you will find any newer uploads linked in my own reblog of this post (look in the notes).
˚₊· ❥ general — sfw, informative, personal
my opinion on tsh / addressing the problematic aspects of tsh / henry's middle name being 'marchbanks' and a possible explanation / what henry might've whispered to camilla / my opinion on whether or not henry and camilla were in love / my fancast(s) for henry / my favorite books / my opinion on dorian gray as a character (+ parallels with tsh) / comparing henry to marble statues / modern media henry would be into / elaboration on camilla macaulay / will i be writing about other tsh characters? / tips on getting into classical studies / country house daydreams
˚₊· ❥ henry winter nsfw scenarios
general headcanons about henry's sexual preferences / summer thigh riding / car sex / study date sex / mating press position with henry / riding henry / scratching his back during intimacy / bondage with henry / henry being into bdsm / henry's dirty talk part one / henry's dirty talk part two / neck teasing & biting / henry and cnc / dumbification with henry / henry sucking his partner's fingers / sucking henry's fingers / henry & cigarettes after sex / henry physically responding to pleasure / henry being distracted by your moans while studying / henry & the smell of gasoline / henry muffling you due to your volume / relentlessly teasing henry / cockwarming during studying / sex at bunny's funeral / henry calling you 'good girl' / henry and aftercare / giving henry head to cure his headache / size kink with henry / ignoring henry while he gives you head / clit spanking with henry + coming from your clit being spanked / you and henry at the beach / doggy style position with henry / henry with an inexperienced partner / inexperienced henry with an experienced partner / being bratty with dom!henry + being bratty and fighting henry back / henry burning you with his cigarette / shotgunning a cigarette with henry / jacking henry off with pretty nails / henry using his diary for dirty entries in latin
-> own category — sub!henry: general headcanons / ignoring needy sub!henry / sub!henry punishing you back / making sub!henry beg + reaction to his begging / mirror in front of sub!henry / henry still being dominant while subbing
˚₊· ❥ henry winter sfw / mildly nsfw scenarios
henry & hanahaki disease au / henry with a polar opposite partner / henry with a partner similar to judy / spoiling his partner / getting off on spoiling his partner / enemies to lovers with henry / best friends to lovers with henry / academic rivals with henry / henry being soft(er) with his partner / henry during your period / henry's birthday party at francis' country estate / falling asleep on henry whilst reading / owning a locket with henry's face in it
˚₊· ❥ general satiric / amusing scenarios
gay hampden / list of pop culture scenarios flea wants the greek class to go through / henry holding a baby / playing roblox with the greek class / greek class barbenheimer feud / locking the greek class in a room with the percy jackson movies / the greek class' opinions on percy jackson / being locked in a room with henry / henry watching reality shows with you / henry turning up at your house / showing the greek class colleen ballinger's apology video / keeping the greek class in a glass terrarium / forgetting henry in the cereal isle at walgreens / the greek class being actual people (+ bunny shitting headcanon) / bunny possibly being okay (they revoked their statement) / henry writing smut in his diary
˚₊· ❥ henry winter scenarios inspired by songs
taylor swift — last kiss / taylor swift — illicit affairs / dead girl walking part one + part two
˚₊· ❥ bonus: prose and poetry shared by my saturn anon
one — marble / two — divinity / three — dancing in the rain / four — intimacy overseas
omg mother is back ✊✊ literally just had a thought ab henry with a percy jackson stan gf (me) bc it would be the most RANCID thing every and they would have the most loud cringe wet sex ever henry will start moaning like a girl
— flea
flea, i adore your opinions and contributions to this blog from the bottom of my heart if that hasn’t been made obvious by the amount of times i’ve voiced my utter amusement with them already. you keep outdoing yourself with every submission. all of them are a nice switch-up from all the debauchery i’m conducting here. this gave me a hearty laugh.
henry with a PJO-loving partner: always arguing about mythology, assigning random characters to him, forcing him to watch the movies and then enduring his complaints regarding logistics and historical accuracy (and how old the actors look). and, yes, the loud, messy sex — if you want. add roleplay if you’re feeling extra nasty. lmao
needlessly detailed description of giving head to henry ahead, so beware. pathetically unnecessary, but alas. to whom it may concern:
i woke up and developed a simple thought — an urge even — to feel henry's vein(s) on my tongue, and i'm sure you can imagine what kind. picture this: in the middle of going down on him, you abruptly halt, maybe overwhelmed or merely intent on catching him off-guard for once; he's heavy and ardent in your mouth, and then you get a better sense of it upon your tongue — the slightly more pliable unevenness that trembles with each accelerated beat of his heart, a prominently plump vein. thereby, you feel his life and his passion and his fervor rushing through him so directly, so intimately... right there upon your tongue... i cannot. i cannot do this today...
and how he, upon becoming puzzled with your inertia, would carefully place a large, warm palm upon the crown of your head... not particularly as a sort of force to spur you on, but more as a supportive gesture... with the gentle, yet firm words “are you all right?” descending from his lips from above... how you would keep the secret of having enjoyed this brief moment of torpor so grandly it only bestowed you with more motivation to keep going with more zeal, more ardor to it... yes, oh yes. pleeease.
So happy you’re back, I was planning of rereading TSH or starting IWWV but studies etc I haven’t been reading at all besides here ig hbu?
-cosmo
i've actually been meaning to pick TSH back up myself, but then i signed up for so many classes with required readings that i noped out of that immediately, lol.
to answer the question, i'd say i've been reading a moderate amount — i sure will do so more often this coming semester — and by that i mean i've just been trying to plow through a little life without needing therapy, which has worked well so far, and i'm about halfway through. aside from that, i've recently reread sharp objects because i rewatched the show in the summer and the one simply goes hand in hand with the other. except, you know, this is one of those rare occasions on which i find the series shockingly better than the novel.
been reading poetry galore, of course, i do so every day. mostly, though, i'm just cycling through and rereading all of my favorite books because i'm dogmatic and stubborn and narrow-minded like that. i need to mention, though, that i've recently received a recommendation in my creative writing class — caleb azumah nelson's open water — and have been trying to acquire it physically, which, as it turns out, is quite the challenge. i need to hit up a bookstore asap. none of the rebuy websites i know have it! might as well buy it new.
begging on your knees to go down on henry, like full on crying and whimpering on your knees
there is simply something so helplessly wicked about begging and pleading and reasoning with your partner to pleasure them, for merely their own good, out of the sheer kindness of your heart (and, admittedly, the unbearably fervid stirring in your gut). and do you know what? henry would delight in that a whole lot; he would put that tendency of yours to use so frequently it could be considered routine.
as i've discussed on this blog, i believe him to be someone who isn't exactly in dire need of intimacy, let alone anything of overly sexual nature, wherefore he would be perfectly willing and even eager to tease it out of you for as long as you can bear, as he wouldn't be the one to have launched the initiative (the fact whereof he would use against you shamelessly). in fact, he would urge you to the limits of your sanity — have you teetering around them sheepishly, and you'd still follow his every order. plus, we know he has that elitist urge to force people into submission with his charm and imposition, so this is only an added ego polishing for him. painfully true, and yet too good not to give in to. he would 100% have a thing for degradation, and who are you not to play into that? antithetically, it would be an utter sin not to do so.
as for a specific scenario, i'm thinking it would have to take place during the late hours of a day which has left you feeling useless and idle, with you merely being set on doing what you know and have numerously proven to excel at: pleasuring henry. he, on the other hand, would have to be in one of his more sullen, stern moods — more rigid than usual, perhaps even angered — in order to elicit that acrimony, that torment out of him. he'd have to be so utterly spent emotionally that he would abandon his studies for the night, and instead merely linger, sunk in an armchair, nursing a tumbler with scotch that is considered far too expensive for a university student. he will have just finished his third cigarette in a row, when you, all class and dignity at first, would initiate, “is there anything i can do for you?”
of course, the inquiry would be vague enough not to immediately translate as being of lascivious fashion (even though that would be your honest and admitted goal), and he would simply scoff in response, if offer any answer at all. this is when you'd approach, maybe adding a pinch of suggestiveness to your air by innocently undoing the topmost button of your blouse and gracefully lowering yourself into his lap. he wouldn't flinch nor try to remove you in any way, though express his distaste differently: having briefly drunk, he'd scrutinize you fiercely, and maintain that strict expression one could easily crumble under after a certain amount of time. you'd wiggle in your seat, then, and your intentions would be clear.
this is when he'd say, “i do not like this backward strategy of getting your way by asking for something you so clearly seem to want.”
“henry—” you'd want to put forth an argument, maybe even try to charm him into thawing for you, and reach out your palm to slide up his thigh, and yet, to no avail, as...
“no touching,” he'd interject firmly, gaze fixed, “in fact, get off me. humor the floor with your crude ideology instead.” the command would be sudden, not entirely surprising, and thrilling at once — you'd do precisely as said, scramble to your knees before his spread legs, and fold into a position so small and passive that it would immediately translate to him as an act of submission. nonetheless, it simply wouldn't do.
“if there is something you want, you can try to appeal to me for consideration.”
for this precise reason, you'd begin: lightly at first, holding back for the most part, half-heartedly at best. as a reaction to multiple sequences of rejections, one more blunt and striking than the other, however, you'd soon enough be reduced to a begging, blubbering, sobbing mess for him. your make-up would be ruined before you'd even as much as laid a finger on him — or he on you — with your eyelashes stuck together as a doll's and your face aglow in the dim light, upsettingly. and still, he'd string you along, growing more and more derisive each time, more hurtful, more harsh — “can't you do better than that?” — which would affect your act tremendously. you'd sit there, restless and needy, with streaks of tears, some dry and some being drawn in real time, gasping for some of the tension-thick air and whimpering for him to have mercy on you. the situation would only be exacerbated by the fact that all the while, you would be able to see the clear, prominent, swollen outline of his hardness in his strained slacks, and instinctively grow even more frustrated with the realization he would deny both of you this kind of pleasure — until he wouldn't, and the permission to do so would finally glide from his lips.
you wouldn't need to be told twice, then. the tears of pleading would dry, only to be replaced by new ones, except this time for an entirely different reason — a reason you'd shed them for more gladly, in all honesty. and in the end, it will have been worth it. especially worth the deep kisses he'd place upon you after pulling you up by your face and folding you back into him upon his lap as a crooked rendition of gratitude.
ffs just accidentally hit a random button on my keyboard and closed the tumblr tab with a huge post and it didn't save this is so infuriating now i need to start over lollllllllllllllll quite obviously very happy about this xxxxxxxxxxxxxx wonderful
started my new semester at uni, which immediately motivated me to revert back to the affections of this blog and the content i create for it, so, hi. more to come in the following weeks. gotta sort through the 100-something asks as well. will absolutely do so. might close them for the time being. who knows, who knows. for now, i have some reading and summarizing to do, but once that’s over with… i just might concentrate on the wonders that this blog is nearly notorious for. haha!
henry is so tall and intimidatingly imposing that i simply cannot help imagining him as being so skilled, so dexterous… in certain aspects regarding physical activity… that i doubtlessly see him as the type of person to fasten a firm grasp around your shoulder, or the slope between it and your neck, in any position that requires your being on your hands and knees for him… all the while, he does maintain a controlling, steadying grip on your hips, but i’m thinking his arms would be long and strong enough to provide additional support in your shoulder area… only driving you back into him with that much force, reaching you deeply but also strikingly… each and every time… with each movement…
to cut a complicated elaboration short, he’s the type to hold and thereby guide you by your shoulder in doggy, or any variation thereof. furthermore, in a slightly more rough scenario, i’d say he’d also be willing to instead wrap his palm around your throat… and it’d be large enough to wind all the way around… and he’d keep steady pressure upon it, adding or subtracting might — depending on your preference… sensing your climbing pulse beneath his fingertips… in a sullen hyperbole, your life at his solemn command…
also, hello. did you miss me? i’ve just been struck by this thought, and whilst i tried to let it go, it has maintained its ironclad grip upon me to the point i felt revivified to share it.
henry is so tall and intimidatingly imposing that i simply cannot help imagining him as being so skilled, so dexterous… in certain aspects regarding physical activity… that i doubtlessly see him as the type of person to fasten a firm grasp around your shoulder, or the slope between it and your neck, in any position that requires your being on your hands and knees for him… all the while, he does maintain a controlling, steadying grip on your hips, but i’m thinking his arms would be long and strong enough to provide additional support in your shoulder area… only driving you back into him with that much force, reaching you deeply but also strikingly… each and every time… with each movement…
to cut a complicated elaboration short, he’s the type to hold and thereby guide you by your shoulder in doggy, or any variation thereof. furthermore, in a slightly more rough scenario, i’d say he’d also be willing to instead wrap his palm around your throat… and it’d be large enough to wind all the way around… and he’d keep steady pressure upon it, adding or subtracting might — depending on your preference… sensing your climbing pulse beneath his fingertips… in a sullen hyperbole, your life at his solemn command…
