#charlesmacaulay

[henrywintersdearestgirl]

Cerasa et vinum

The first smut is here, doves! :) Have fun.

warning: sexual content

For the life of her, she couldn’t sleep.

She liked summer. The fresh fruits from the market, dresses everyday, warm nights, and just killing time away in the country house with her dear friends doing all kinds of things. It was heavenly, really. Having to go nowhere, drinking out of tea cups and smoking cigarettes all day. This was her favorite thing in the whole world, well… Almost. If she was honest, her favorite thing in the world was a certain person, with the name Henry Winter. The group altogether was really close, but her and Henry had a different type of bond. It was precious, really. Everyone saw it, but nobody ever said anything, there was no need to. 

But back to that certain summer night, she was tossing and turning for what it seemed like hours. She thought that the drinking card game they played a few hours prior would guarantee her a good and long night of sleep, but to her disappointment it didn’t. She sat up  and checked the time on her watch that was placed on the nightstand, 2 AM. She was used to sleepless nights, so she got out of bed and headed down to the country house’s library. It had plenty of good books and a nice book always relaxed her mind, if she cannot sleep a relaxed mind will do. As she walked across the huge hallway, looking at the paintings and as a routine admiring the gothic style of the mansion, Francis’s ancestors certainly had divine tastes. The hallway was dimly lit and the moonlight also gifted it a bit more light thanks to the large floor to ceiling windows, everyone else was out like a light, Everyone got stupid drunk, at least they got their beauty sleep, she thought. This house could never scare her, she had so many good memories in this house that she could not be afraid of the dark parts. 

The library of the country house was one of the greatest thing she had the pleasure of seeing, it was huge. It even had little secret spots, that was her favorite, she had found a quiet hidden corner of the library. It had comfortable armchairs and a huge vintage desk, that she used for studying when they came up here on the weekends.

Her first stop was the kitchen, she didn’t plan on leaving her spot for a few hours so she needed some sort of snack. She found some sweet and plump cherries that she bought with Richard from the farmers market the previous morning, and an unopened bottle of red wine also caught her eye, it would be a shame to leave it in the kitchen all alone. Now with her sweet cherries and wine, she headed to her original destination. She must have looked like some ethereal spirit haunting the walls, with her hair sprawled freely across her back and her silky nightgown lightly jostling with the warm summer breeze that managed to sneak into the house. 

In the back of her mind she expected that she was not going to be alone in the library, and she didn’t mind at all. In fact, it made her heart happy. If there was something small she really cherished, it was the intimate moments between her and Henry. The hour long talks they had, sometimes they talked without any words said, their eyes told it all. And of course, let’s not forget about their very sexual affairs. As she was wondering about him, she barely realised that she made it to the corner of the spot. Just like she expected, many candles were lit in a very warm and comfortable light. 

There he was, in black trousers and a white shirt, reading a book as usual. At the noises of her arrival he lifted his head up in her direction and let out a warm boyish grin that only a very few people saw.

“Hello, melilla.” he said, looking up at her.

She flashed a smile to him as a response and put her treasures on the desk beside him. When she turned back to him he was shamelessly getting lost in her figure, so she did the same. His hair was looking perfect, as always, what was quite unlikely of him was that his shirt was rolled up to his elbows and the first two buttons were unbuttoned, making his collar loose, and was he looking divine. He lifted his wrist up and motioned her to come to him wiith two fingers, and who was she to not listen to him. He uncrossed his legs from their previous crossed position and she stood between his spread legs. She put one of her hands on one his broad shoulder and let the other get lost in his hair, while she did that he ran his hands up from her bare thighs to her waist and caressed her silk covered body.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked him while her eyes roamed all around his face, he shook his head in answer.

“You neither?” she did exactly what he did seconds ago, she shook her head. 

He gave her a gently smile, his fingers crawled over to the small of her back and he suddenly pulled her body close to his. His head was resting against her stomach, she loved these soft moments with all her heart, she soothingly began to stroke his hair,

After a few moments, he pulled his head back and spoke while diving deep into her eyes.

“You are the most divine little thing, do you know that?” he never failed to make her feel like a goddess, she replied with a nod and a shy smile.

“I mean it, Y/N. Tu divinissimus es, et meus es adorare.” 

“Scio, me tuum adorare in aeternum.” he slowly stood up and towered over her. He took a hold of her hips, like a predator with precise movements he started pushing slightly at her, which made her walk backward. Blindly listening to his silent command, when her lower back met the desk, in a smooth movement he dipped his palms under her thighs and lifted her up to the desk as if she was only a feather. Not many would assume how strong the once injured classics student is, but she knew it. 

His fingertips were either caressing her features or stroking the hair away from her face. 

“Tell me, who got you this nightgown?” the bastard, he already knew the answer very well.

“You did, Henry.” she was drunk on this whole scenario. She had flashbacks about how she got this nightgown. One sunday dinner Francis overpoured the alcohol in her drink, and she accidentally overshared that she finds it hard to see how someone could see her in an erotic light. The next night a big box was in front of her door, full of silk and lace with a note. 

To my sweet goddess, and the nymph to all my desires - H.W

“And how happy I am that I did, you look absolutely ravishing in silk, melilla.” a certain look in his eyes and his words were making her clench her thighs together, but she failed considering that his hips were between them. When he realized what she tried to do, a smirk sat on his lips. “What is it, darling?” as if he hadn’t known. “You love it when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I think that you must be Aphrodite’s favourite? How I could just eat you up right here and now? Oh, right. I can do that, because you” he leaned closely into her ear “are mine to please.” he whispered to her, in her ear and pressed a long kiss on her temple, then her forehead. 

His movements went from slow to impatient. He captured her lips between his own and gripped her hair, the suddenness of it all made her heart beat faster, or maybe it was just him. 

When she pushed back into their kiss, all hell broke loose, he pulled her hair a bit, just enough to make her gasp and when her lips opened a bit, he let his tongue explore her mouth. 

Then he went to her neck and collarbones. Kissing and sucking love marks into her soft skin. The scent of her made him a starved and impatient man, he was starving for a taste of her, he knew that he would starve for her taste for an eternity, and he would be happy to if at the end of the day he could get it from her. 

His fingers took a hold of the straps of her silk gown and pushed them down her shoulders, exposing her now bare breasts. “Beautiful, my prettiest girl.” He sponged kisses to every inch of her chest, he looked up at her and when their eyes met he pressed a kiss to her throat. After this little moment he leant down and went straight to her nipples with his mouth, his other hand was preoccupied with her other breast, massaging it. She tried to keep her moans down, but he made it very very hard for her to do that. After he was satisfied with the amount of bite marks on her breast he went lower and lower, kissing her stomach are through the silk. He was looking at her when he slowly went down on his knees in front of her, as if he was about to pray to her. He smoothed his hands under the lacy bottom of her nightgown and him palms nearly covered all of the soft skin of her thigh, they slipped to the insides of her thighs and spread her legs ever more apart, now revealing her lace underwear.

“Will you let me, my sweet goddess? Will you let me taste and please you in a way that you should be?” she nearly moaned out at his sentence, he already knew that he would, even though he was the one on his knees he was still in charge, it made her dizzy with desire. She nodded eagerly and at that he chuckled and went straight in. At first he pressed a few kisses to her crotch through the lace, then he hooked her fingers into the band and pulled it down her dove legs, to her surprise he just stuck it in his trouser pocket. He slowly leaned in and deeply inhaled her scent. “Divine.” he whispered to her. He ran his tongue all the way from her slit to her clit, he stopped at her pearl and went from kissing to sucking and back and fourth. He went back down to her slit and opened her up with his thumps, and when she was wide open for him he stuck his tongue into her. Boy, he really knew what he was doing, always the right amount of tempo at the right spots at the right time. After a few minutes, he teased his middle and ring finger at her opening, gathering her wetness and pushing them in and out at a light pace. 

“Oh, Henry, oh.” she couldn’t keep herself up, her back arching off the dark wood desk, her fingers gripping at his hair. They were far away from the others and they were out like a light so she was not holding her breathy moans down, and it was the most beautiful music to his ears. He even fastened his pace up, moved his fingers at a rapid pace and his mouth on her clit was working magic. He knew she was close, her walls were closing on his fingers and her moans turned to breathless gasps. 

“Come on, darling. I know you are nearly there, let go. Let go, my sweet girl. She let go and made a spasming movement, he slowed down to really savor her high. When her breathing got even again he stood back up, leant down to her laying body and kissed her open lips. She hummed pleasatly at her own taste on his tongue.

She let her hands wander across his chest, her fingers unbuttoned the rest of his buttons, smoothing his skin up and down.

“I am aching for you, Y/N, I really am.” He stood up straight and she could see the tent in his pants. It made her smirk at him, she knew that she was the only one who could get him going any second she wanted to. “Oh, don’t you get evil with me, help me out.” he had her chin in his palms. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, he pushed it down his legs along with his underwear, it always surprised her how big he was, I mean, down there. She looked deep into his eyes while she spread her legs for him, an invitation only for him. He felt like he was on fire, he needed her, so he didn’t spare a second and stepped closer, his length was right at her opening, twitching and pulsing to feel her warmth snug against him. 

“Go on, Henry, I am yours, make us one.” She whispered, he leaned down to devour her lips and suddenly snapped his hips forward in a sudden movement, entering her and even the desk creaked at his sudden move. They both gasped, and he didn’t go at a fast pace right away, he really savored the movements of his hips. 

One of his favorite feeling was making love to his muse, his everything. Holding her tightly in his arms, feeling her warmth all around her, hearing her cries of pleasure for him, caressing her face and her soft locks. He loved her, he would do anything to protect the girl that he was making love to. As the minutes went by, his pace fastened, his drawn out movements went to rather impatient ones. 

It was a heavenly sight to see, two ethereal creatures, who loved each other so much that they would be willing to die for the other, now being one. Her nails were clawing at his back, the pain made him even more excited and motivated in fucking her. He was either kissing her lips or her swan neck. 

“Damn right you are mine. You like that don’t you? That you belong to me, that I am the one that gets to fuck you.” he didn’t swear much, but when he did it made her blood heated. 

“Yes, yes I am.” she whispered in an out-of-breath tone. She loved it when he claimed her like that, both with his words and actions.

“Of course, and the others think you’re so innocent, well well well. They don’t know how many times you climbed into my bed, letting me worship my goddess. My sweet sweet girl.” he was near his high, and so was she, again. He could feel her walls grip him and she could feel his hot member pulsate inside of her, he could feel her up so very perfectly, the perfect angle of his hips hitting every dear spot of her. “Let me tell you a little secret, I am yours too. My soul and heart is yours, only yours for eternity, no one will ever live up to you and I don’t want anyone else other than you. Everytime I lay eyes on you, I thank the Gods for gifting you to my life. I love you.” 

“I-I love you, Henry. I love you.” it made him truly smile, and then he reached down and started rubbing at her clit to get her closer.

She threw her arms over his neck, her legs closed at his waist and she pulled him close to her. With his free arm he reached under her arching back and did the same as her. Suddenly he came to a halt and she felt his hot thick seed spill into her, moaning out of ecstasy 

As they reached their own highs in their loving embrace, and held it until their hearts stopped beating so fast and they could breath properly again. 

He kissed her on her forehead and rest his own on hers. She sat up and he slipped out of her, he watched as his creamy load dripped out of her.

“Hm, you really did fill me up.” she softly laughed.

“Only for you, my darling.” 

He helped her put her nightgown back in place and he gave his shirt to her, so she would be nice and warm. Pulled his trousers back up and got her panties out of his pocket, he held her waist as she got back on her wobbly legs, she held on to his shoulders as he pulled her lace up her legs. They got some tissues and cleaned up.

He sat down back into the armchair where he originally sat before she came here, she got the cherries and the wine from the table and made her way to him. He pulled her in his lap and she rested her head on his chest, his heartbeat soothing her. 

Henry fed her a few cherries, so she could get some of her energy back and ate some himself. While he read his book he caressed her hair, he looked down at the nearly sleeping goddess in his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sweet dreams, my love.” and with a smile, she fell asleep in her lover’s arms, in the country house’s library.

[arinewneanias03]

charles mcaulay coded

[electronicruinsfire]

i don't think you understand how important it was for me to see david bowie be mentioned in the secret history but at the same time it pains me greatly because now i cant imagine francis abernathy as 1976 bowie

#tsh #thesecrethistory #richardpapen #henrywinter #francisabernathy #camillamacaulay #charlesmacaulay #bunnycorcoran #darkacademia #literature

[ktrwwu]

[thesecretsecrethistory]

i cant sleep in peace knowing francis had to get married to a woman </3

[arinewneanias03]

Pov:places that somehow remind me of the secret history

Art by David Joseph

[boyishhaircut]

Charles and Camilla Macaulay’s Apartment

“The armchairs and the lumpy sofa were upholstered in dusty brocades, threadbare at the arms: rose patterns on tan, acrons and oak leaves on mossy green. Everywhere were tattered doilies, dark with age. On the mantel of the fireplace (which I later discovered was inoperable) glittered a pair of lead-glass candelabra and a few pieces of tarinshed silver plate.” - The Secret History, Donna Tartt (pg. 65)

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art by inst: @flat.white_

[m00nybrekker]

The Secret History characters on Social Medias:

• Francis: tries to learn as many Tiktok dances as possible and shares all his life on Instagram stories.

• Bunny: always starts drama on Twitter and tweets the most random stuff.

• Richard: the supportive friend. Likes and comments absolutely everything the Greek class posts right after they post it.

• Henry: act like he doesn’t have any but spend actually way too much time on social medias and think he is really good at hiding it.

• Camilla: perfect instagram feed, amazing pictures but also scrolling through her explore page for hours wearing her brother’s hoodie with snachs surrounding her while laying on her couche.

• Charles: downloaded Tiktok after Francis forces him to. Started duet everything his friend posted and is now secretly an E-boy.

• Judy: thousands of stories showing her smoking and tries to maintain one aesthetic only but fails.

[arinewneanias03]

richard papen during THAT WINTER:

people always complain Abt how sad the nights of winters are well what about HOW FUCKING cold they are!?

[henrywintersdearestgirl]

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🫶

[doomonfilm]

ShudderWeen : Blacula (1972)

October is upon us, meaning that spooky season is in full effect.  Like clockwork, most people turn their attention towards the wonderful genre of horror films for the month-long march to Halloween, and while my month is jam packed with DJ gigs and my attempts to catch up on 2021 releases, I’m going to do my best to take part in the horror film indulgence.  Luckily for me and the legions of horror fans out there, Shudder has more movies than we could ever hope to watch in one month, hence the christening of this month as ShudderWeen for the DOOMonFILM faithful.  I popped open the app, and like a beam of light from heaven, the perfect film to set things off popped up for me : Blacula.

With horror already being a form of exploitation cinema in its own right, it is interesting to see it combined and infused with a heavy dosage of the Blaxploitation movement that was present at the time of release.  This mixture, specifically the choice of turning the Dracula legend on its head, creates a very interesting dynamic in terms of the sociological aspects of the film, chiefly in two realms : the symbolically elevated ‘class’ that Prince Mamuwalde receives via his transition to Blacula despite his already regal status, and the assumptions that Blacula’s victims are simply victims of standard issue Black crime.  As the story progresses and Dr. Gordon Thomas closes in on Blacula, these two ideas begin to clash in very uniquely symbolic ways that could not exist outside of the horror constructs the film thrives in.  The way that Blacula is able to thread his way through high society, build a relationship with Tina and essentially flaunt his existence in the face of Gordon Thomas has subtle underpinnings that match the way that pimps and drug pushers scoff at society and authority in other Blaxploitation films, though all of it is done very subversively and without the need for self-congratulatory measures or heavy-handed expositional dumps.

The mystery that surrounds Blacula serving as a “modern day” Dracula figure unintentionally opens the door for the Gordon Thomas character to lay down a strong foundation of an investigative detective movie, with each revelation and little bit of information parceled out serving as a way to push the narrative forward towards its inevitable climax.  This is intertwined with an interesting love story involving Vonetta McGee in the dual role Luva (Prince Mamuwalde’s former wife) and Tina (Blacula’s seemingly reincarnated Luva) that could easily come off as corny, but with the way that William Marshall elevates the status of Blacula with his performance, it actually becomes one of the strongest pillars holding the story up.  Perhaps it is this mixture of familiar elements existing within the structure of a traditional horror film that makes Blacula feel like a perfect balance of both genres while simultaneously feeling like it steps beyond the constraints of each.

Like most Blaxploitation films, the nostalgia is kicked into hyperdrive via the amazing costuming and hairstyles present within the film, as the color choices, tailored styles and natural hair exudes a wonderfully addictive air of freedom.  The score and soundtrack mixture is on point as well, with the Blacula-heavy scenes scored in the manner of an Argento film, while the soundtrack is heavy on funk and soul elements.  The locations also stand outk with Blacula’s dwelling having a timeless and regal feel that stands in contrast to the wonderfully dated locations of nightclubs, apartments and so on.  There are also some wonderful nods to Argento films in the lighting choices, especially the immaculate darkroom scene.

While there are memorable performances across the board, William Marshall leads the pack with a dignified and confident performance akin to that of Ron O’Neal’s attempts to bring a level of Shakespearean candor to Superfly.  Vonetta McGee offsets this lifted approach with a very grounded, sincere and tender performance, standing as one of the innocent and purest characters in the film.  Thalmus Rasulala matches Marshall’s dignity with determination and resolve in the face of the outrageous, standing as both a protector and investigator in his attempts to quell the bloodshed.  Denise Nicholas works as a sort of audience surrogate with her palatable fear and humanitarian desire to keep those she loves safe.  Elisha Cook, Jr. brings levity to the table as the disassociated, burnt out morgue attendant, while Ted Harris, Rick Metzler and Ketty Lester all serve us heavy laughs before dedicating themselves to monster performances.  Gordon Pinsent serves as the voice of opposition and disbelief, attempting to tow the line of law enforcement while finding it hard to beleve in the threat presented.  Appearances by Emily Yancy, Logan Field, Charles Macaulay, a hilarious Ji-Tu Cumbuka, Eric Brotherson and talented singers The Hues Corporation round things out.

I’m very excited to use ShudderWeen as an excuse to take a deep dive into Shudder’s amazingly curated horror catalog... maybe if I’m lucky, they’ll even sponsor these deep dives at some point down the road.  That being said, I am happy that Shudder has carried Blacula for such a long time, as I’ve only been aware of the film and seen clips, but never taken the time to actually watch it.  As a lover of Blaxploitation cinema, I find it interesting that Blacula has instantly vaulted itself into top five status for me, with the appreciation for Dracula’s lore, its Blaxploitation peers and its production merits all shining through brightly.

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[clockworkrabbits]

Check out this playlist on @8tracks: don't you ever tame your demons by charlesmacaulay.

[ktrwwu]

shit i love them

[mauvais-sang]

all those layers of silence upon silence - The Secret History #tsh #francisabernathy #charlesmacaulay #winteraesthetic #knuckles