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My sweet Baronet
Summary: being married to Sir Thomas Sharpe had some... inconvenient setbacks but you are sure to worth through them with your husband.
Warnings: smut, mentioned incest, Lucille Sharpe, angst, mentions of grooming 🤢
A/N: come on, I love writing for Thomas, gimme a break!!
Allerdale was colder at night. You had to pull up the blankets to your chin to even feel a semblance of warmth. The house was falling apart and yet neither Thomas nor Lucille had paid for someone to repair it. You had offered to get the finest builders on the job but both had vehemently ordered that you not hire anyone. Then there were the ghosts that you kept seeing, they were always in your peripheral vision or disappeared just as you realised they were there.
Thomas had always insisted that the ghosts were just your imagination but you knew that you saw them and you could see in your husband’s eye that he believed you. On the subject of your husband, he was once again not in your bed tonight. It was saddening that you were becoming used to being alone in the King sized bed when you fell asleep and awoke.
You were fully awake tonight and decided that you would explore the crumbling mansion with your candelabra, the stray dog at your feet. Your bare feet pattered against the rotting floorboards as you walked along the floor that you were on. Thomas’s grand bedroom seemed to take up most of the floor but the other side was unfurnished as if all the furniture had been sold because of lack of use.
Something urged you up the stairs, the hairs on your arm rising as you came up into the attic, hearing the soft song of a woman; Lucille. Dread pooled in your stomach as you edged closer to Lucille’s bedroom door and when you turned the knob and the door swung open, you were greeted with the sight of Lucille on Thomas’s lap, her hand down the front of his trousers and his mouth locked on her neck.
You were so tempted to say something but before they could register that you had been there, you had closed the door again and swept down the stairs back into Thomas’s spacious bedroom.
You began to pace the floor as you nibbled on one of your nails. They slept together. They loved each other. Thomas doesn’t love you. The recording tubes that you listened to, the photo of a baby, you realised now that the baby wasn’t Thomas’s with Enola, it was Lucille’s baby.
Nausea rose in your throat but you swallowed it down as you moved to sit on the windowsill and watch the snow fall. You were in a one-sided marriage. You loved Thomas more than anything, he had been there for you endlessly when your brother died, leaving you the heir to your family's fortune.
You didn’t realise how long you were sitting on the sill until a soft pair of lips pressed to your forehead. Your eyes shifted from the freshly fallen snow to the alluring blue of your husband's eye, the eyes that had only been for Lucille all this time.
“How long?” you whispered, feeling your husband falter in his stance, staring at you with a look of confusion.
“How long, what, my darling?” Thomas whispered, sitting on the sill in front of you, a frown playing at his lips when he saw how distraught you looked and he noted how you looked as if you hadn’t gotten a speck of sleep last night.
You scoffed and looked back out of the window to the fallen snow, wishing you were as free as the snowflakes elegantly falling from the clouds. Instead, you felt like a wealthy caged bird inside the crumbling mansion belonging to your husband and his sister/mistress. “How long have you been fucking Lucille, Thomas?” you spat, meeting his gaze head on and you watched his eyes widen comically and his breath hitch, “how long?!”
Thomas released a breathy chuckle and stood from the sill, knowing you still had your eyes on him as he walked to his wardrobe and pulled out the day’s outfit. “I have no idea what you are talking about, dearest, Lucille is my sister,” the Baronet returned eventually, buttoning his shirt and looking over at you, registering the cold look in your eye and flinching away from it.
“Don’t play with pretty words, Baronet,” you sneered, rising from your seat and ignoring the ache in your rear from sitting as you approached your cheater of a husband, “I saw you in the early hours of this morning, her hand down your pants, you openly appreciating her neck. Don’t bullshit me, Thomas.”
“Such words, my love!” Thomas protested, his brows furrowing with worry.
“The Gods will pardon my words to you, husband! Avoiding my question will only prolong my blasphemy! Admit it and God shall forgive,” you countered, your arms crossing over your nightgown as you held his gaze. You weren’t afraid of the man before you even though you knew he had the power to kill you with his bare hands.
Thomas lowered his head and sighed, tears forming in his oceanic eyes as he whispered, “since I was young.”
The words struck you immediately and you stared at your husband incredulously, “since… since you were how young, Thomas?”
“Since I was a boy,” the Baronet whispered, raising his head to meet yours as his eyes glimmered with confusion, “don’t tell me you and your brother didn’t…”
You realised his implication and you were sickened by it. Not him, never him, but you were sickened of Lucille for manipulating the Baronet into thinking that incest was the done thing when children were young. “God no!” you protested quickly, watching Thomas’s eyes widen in surprise, “that is wrong, Thomas, sex between siblings is so very wrong indeed!”
“But… Lucille said…” Thomas trailed off, his eyes becoming distant as tears formed again and dripped down his cheeks. “Lucille said that it was how I showed my love for her,” he whispered at last, watching your face fall.
You stepped closer to your husband and cupped his cheek, watching him instantly lean into the warmth of your palm. “This is love,” you whispered, watching as his eyes struggled to meet your own, “my love for you is the real love here. Lucille was manipulating you for her own gain. If she slept with you, lost her flower then she would never have to marry.”
Thomas tensed and shook his head quickly as tears brimmed in his beautiful eyes. You hated watching him cry. He rarely did but after a night of running experiments on his machine and failing to get it running, he would seek you out and rant until he was in tears. In a reflex that you knew you would never get rid of, you reached up and wiped away his tears, watching the muscles in his face relax as he leaned into the contact.
“What you have with her isn’t love,” you whispered, watching Thomas’s eyes flutter open to meet yours. You offered him a soft smile as you edged him backwards to the bed and smiled as he fell back onto the sheets, his eyes never leaving your own. “Let me show you what love is,” you pleaded, noticing how his breath hitched and felt as his cock took an interest.
You leaned your body down and began to pepper kisses down from behind his ear to the top of his half-buttoned shirt. The chest hair that was visible teased your lips as you pulled away.
“This isn’t love, either,” Thomas whispered, a frown playing on his thin lip.
“How can you be sure?” you whispered, your hand grazing over his trousers just enough for him to hiss from the contact. “Can you look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me?” you questioned, fully prepared for his rejection. He loved Lucille. This was never to be.
Thomas hesitated before bringing your face to his gently and pressing a loving kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed and he followed quickly after. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt, your hands roaming over his chest and down his abdomen as you sat on his hips. The kiss was passionate and full of lust, unlike the sparse and quick pecks that he had given to you before.
Thomas was breathless beneath you as you both devoured the taste of each other. You had missed feeling this electric excitement when you were near him, he had been so distant lately that you felt as if you would soon fall out of love with him too. You pulled away from his lips and whispered a faint, “please don’t divorce me.”
Thomas’s eyes slowly opened and met your own quickly in confusion. “Divorce you?” he whispered brokenly, his soft hands climbing up your thighs on either side of his lap, “why, by God, would I do that?”
“To resume your tryst with Lucille,” you replied simply, disgust lacing your tone as you spoke but you watched as Thomas quickly shook his head and captured your lips in his again. This kiss was slow, trusting and understanding. Thomas needed you to know that he loved you, depended on your love for him, obsessed over seeing your smile, needy to feel your bare skin against his own.
“No,” he murmured against your lips, his hands continuing their journey exploring your clothed body before he pulled the sleeping gown from your body and admired the body beneath. “No, I would never continue my tryst with Lucille,” he continued, his eyes locked with yours as his hands hesitantly explored, “not after you have opened my eyes.”
The Baronet’s hands held your waist and flipped you over onto the mattress, his strong body leaning over you as he heaved breaths, his pupils dilated and the evident arousal pressing against his trousers. “I crave you, sweet one,” Thomas whispered, one of his hands roaming over your body, cupping your breast and gently playing with one of your nipples with his thumb, “I crave to know how it feels to bring you into womanhood, to watch your face contort in such beautiful expressions of pleasure, to hear you scream to Heaven above that I am your husband, that I am yours, as I always should have been.”
You nodded eagerly and he smirked as he lowered his lips onto yours once more. You sighed between his lips and bit back playfully, your chest pressing up against his own, now naked, torso. Your fingers slithered up the sides of his neck and your nails wrapped themselves in the beautiful curls that surrounded his head like a halo. You pulled away for breath but didn’t let anything more than a second pass before you captured his lips again, one of your hands disentangling from his hair to slide down to his trousers, aiding him in pulling them off.
Thomas groaned against your lips as he was now freed from the confinement of his pants. His hardened length was already swollen and red, greedily anticipating breaching you and claiming you. Before you could pull him closer, Thomas pulled himself from you and smirked as he whispered, “allow me to do something for us both, darling.”
You nodded shakily and watched as he left the bed, grabbed a cloth and covered the door handle and keyhole with it, nodding with satisfaction to himself before returning to you. Once he was back on top of you, he grabbed one of your legs and began to press open-mouthed kisses to your bare skin and he revelled in the way that you whined and arched up for him. He was so patient, so gentle, sucking marks into your skin all over and allowing you to feel so perfect.
“Are you ready?” he whispered gently, watching as your eyes met his and you nodded eagerly, your eyes fluttering shut when Thomas’s lips met yours. You had almost forgotten what was happening before you felt the hot tip of his cock press against your entrance and you whined into the kiss but Thomas pulled from your lips and pressed gentle kisses down your neck as he whispered, “it’s okay, I have you, baby,” and his cock gradually slipped inside.
Once he was fully seated inside you, Thomas threw his head back in pleasure and released a throaty groan. He wasn’t surprised at your tightness, he fully enjoyed your nervous whimper and gasps, craving for him to move with half of your body but the other half needed a wait. Thomas slowly eased out of you and kissed away the pained expression that drew your brow together before he slowly thrust forward and savoured your pleasure-filled moan.
Minutes passed with him performing these small motions, of you keening beneath him and your legs beginning to wrap around his middle before you were ready and his thrusts increased.
The feeling of his cock slowly increasing in speed made your heart flutter and electricity run throughout your body. You had needed this ever since you had first signed that marriage certificate.
“Thomas,” you whined against him as the raven-haired Baronet cradled your head and his hips increased in their speed, his cock continuing to fuck you so deliciously well. He felt so perfect inside you and you knew that you needed this immediately, you couldn’t go another day without this. “I love you, mmnn, I love you, husband,” you whispered, feeling his cock twitch inside you at your confession.
Thomas pulled back and studied your eyes, trying to find the lie but when he found nothing but love, trust and lust, he smiled and pressed his lips quickly to yours before pulling back and whispering, “I love you too.”
Groaning, he pulled out to the tip before sinking back in and listening to your delighted moan at the motion so he proceeded to do it again and again, increasing the pace until he was pounding into you and bringing out feral moans from the back of your throat.
Your hands left his hair to grip at the sheets beside your head as your filter for noise was destroyed by the intoxicating feel of his cock bruising your insides repeatedly. The Baronet had to be carved by a sulptor, you thought as pleasure filled your mind, he was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and yet he still looked utterly handsome.
Thomas’s hand fell to your eager clit and began to massage it slowly before gradually matching the pace to his thrusts, pushing you over the edge into utter oblivion. He didn’t leave you waiting long, however, as he came quickly behind you and moaned your name into the quiet air of the grand bedroom.
Silence reigned in the room as you both came down from your highs and as Thomas cleaned you up, pressing light kisses to your legs as he cleaned your cunt of any of his seed that leaked out and your natural juices.
When Thomas finally slipped into bed minutes later, you rolled over and draped your arm over his chest, your head fitting snugly in the crook of his neck. The sound of his heart pounding below his skin was oddly comforting and reassured you that he was your husband and you were his wife.
“Thomas?” you whispered into the dark, earning a drowsy hum in reply, “what do we do about your sister?”
“What do you mean?” Thomas asked, his head shifting so he could easily look down at your head on his shoulder.
Your cheeks flushed and you looked away from him, “well, she probably heard all of this, what do we do?”
“I don’t care,” Thomas replied, pulling you into another soft kiss before rolling on top of you and claiming your lips.
You eagerly accepted his kiss before his hand began to slip between your legs and you pulled away with a laugh, “Thomas, we just got clean!”
“Then I shall clean you again and again, my love, you shall never feel deprived of my love,” Thomas answered smugly, spreading kisses down your neck that turned your laughter into moans.
Just outside the door, Lucille Sharpe had planned 14,785,435 ways to kill you for stealing Thomas from her.
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"....Thomas, I'm scared for us." you wipe the tear which rolled down your cheek.
"Y/N, don't worry about me. And as for you; I will protect you at all costs, from anything. What is it you're scared of exactly?" Thomas tucks a hair behind your ear which had fallen over your pale white skin. "You look paler than usual my darling, are you feeling well?" You didn't answer either of his questions.
You turn away from him, you are stood on the top floor landing. Looking down to the kitchen, you can here Lucille shuffling around in the kitchen. If you tell him you suspect she is poisoning you. He would dismiss the idea straight away.
You began to walk away from him to the bathroom. "Y/N, why haven't you answered me? What is wrong?
"When I said I was scared for us I meant me and our baby. Thomas, I found out I am pregnant." More tears cascaded down your ghost like cheeks.
"I visited the Doctors office yesterday, he told me I was 12 weeks pregnant and I have poison in my blood." Thomas froze.
You braved it. "Thomas, your sister is poisoning me and your child. That's why I look so poorly. I don't know what to do?" You instantly filled with relief as you told him.
You didn't have time to blink before Thomas flew down the stairs to confront her... this could only end badly...
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What if...
You worked for the Sharpes at Allerdale Hall, keeping all their secrets because of your love for Thomas. What if you sacrifice yourself for Thomas so he and Edith can escape because you know how much he loves her?
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Dancing With Visions - Wish to Dance - Slow Waltz - Neuvillette
Author Notes: This is the fourth fic for my "Dancing with Visions" fic series for Genshin Impact! The slow waltz, also called the English waltz, is one of the more famous styles of ballroom dancing. It is, as the name implies, slower than the Viennese Waltz. This fic was largely inspired by the dance scene from the 2015 film "Crimson Peak." I've never actually seen the movie, but I did really like the scene after watching it on Youtube. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.
Type: Female reader/ Implied romantic/ fluff/ dance/ sfw
Word Count: 1609
Fontaine was ever a glittering world of drama, comedy, and theatrics. This was true even in their celebrations. Supposedly respectful and filled with the elegance of old as couples swirled amongst each other in rhythmic motions. Dancing through the brightly lit room just like the fish that swam in the sea that surrounded the nation of Justice.
It was a beautiful sight. Like something out of a play or magnificent story where two lovers would meet one another and share their first dance. But then perhaps that was just your more romantic side talking.
It was interesting to see everyone dancing together, though. The knowledge that similar motions occurred to the same song even though there were feelings in each dancer’s heart had a smile appearing on your face as you watched people spiral around the floor.
Off to the side, you could see Furina watching over the spectacle from a wall, much like you were. One of her hands was raised as if she herself were directing the music and bidding people to dance as they felt moved to. And there was a certain longing to dance with the atmosphere that filled the place, even though you hung back in a manner similar to the former archon. Watching in silence instead of joining the people around you, despite any temptation you felt.
Because, for better or worse, despite the glittering lights, beautiful music, and smiling faces, Fontaine was a nation of judgment just as much as it was a nation of justice.
It wasn’t that you feared others' judgment when dancing was a thing to be enjoyed, but you also didn’t really think you could bear it if you were to mess up in front of so many people.
So you watched, swaying slightly along with the music but holding back and watching as your more talented peers danced across your gaze. Shining brightly as they spiraled through the light cast by the grandiose chandelier overhead.
And it wasn’t as if you and Furina weren’t the only ones not dancing. You could see Charlotte off to the side, taking pictures. Aiming her camera towards where Navia spiraled across the floor in someone’s arms. A bright smile on her face. The perfect choice for the cover of whatever story Charlotte was going to be doing on this evening’s dance that was so filled with the who's-who of Fontaine.
Similarly, Clorinde stood off to the side. No doubt standing guard even as she watched her blonde-haired friend captivate the entire ballroom, including yourself.
So caught were you in the sight of everyone’s beautiful motions, smiling faces, and the glittering spectacle that you almost missed the sight of the man who was crossing the room towards where you stood.
Almost, but not quite.
You felt your eyes widen slightly as you looked towards where Neuvillette was carefully navigating his way through the room to where you stood. He was someone who never seemed to partake in the dancing that occurred at these functions.
Like you, he seemed satisfied to just watch from where he would stand silently off to the side. And though you had always gotten along fairly well with Neuvillette, he never joined you where you stood. Instead, it seemed more like he preferred to watch in silence on his own, and you respected that.
Which was why you were surprised to see him approaching you and gave him your full attention as he emerged from the crowd to stand before you.
“Y/n,” He greeted you in that ever-calm tone of his, as if nothing could ever truly sway him. And you smiled slightly, inclining your head respectfully. Because even though you knew he preferred not to have anyone make such a big deal over his position as Iudex, it was best to behave as expected in such public environments.
What he did next startled you, though. Causing you to falter even before you could truly greet him as he held out his hand in a silent request.
You found yourself glancing around nervously, immediately noticing how Furina’s wide-eyed gaze shifted towards where you and Neuvillette stood. And all at once, people slowly started to notice what was occurring in your once quiet little corner of the ballroom.
“What are you doing?” Your voice was a hushed, uncertain whisper as your gaze flickered back to his, only to find him still looking at you with utter calm. Completely unbothered by the reactions of others.
But he was innately capable of standing apart from others and not letting his thoughts, actions, or judgements be swayed by what anyone else seemed to think. It was what made him so respected as Iudex, and it was one of the things that you admired about him.
“When a couple dances, their motions can become as fluid as those of water itself,” He paused, watching me silently as if waiting for a reaction before sighing slightly. “You always watch others dance, but never join them, and I find myself wondering, do you not wish to dance yourself?”
You blinked at his words, surprisingly on point despite the flowery language that had hid his meaning to start with, “I…. I do not think it would necessarily be wise for me to do so considering I am nowhere near as talented as others.”
You toyed with the skirt of your dress awkwardly as you hesitated before continuing, “Perhaps there is someone better suited to dancing with you. Such as Navia or someone else.”
You smiled at him carefully, knowing perfectly well how people would react to anyone dancing with Neuvillette. Much less yourself, someone known to stand on the outskirts of balls.
A smile flickered across his face, fast enough that you almost missed it, “Ah, but I did not ask Miss Navia or anyone else. I asked you.”
At his words, your gaze fell once more to his still-outstretched palm, your own hand lifting but hesitating just short of his before you at last let your fingers rest in his.
His fingers curled over and around yours easily, and he stepped backwards, slowly leading you out onto the dancefloor and completely ignoring the veritable swathe of people who immediately looked towards where you stood together. Slowly slipping into hold as your free hand reached up to his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you so that he could rest his hand on your back.
“Why?” Your voice was beyond hushed, but he still heard you. Tilting his head as he silently pushed you to continue. To explain your question.
So swallowing, you did. “Why are we doing this?”
His lips twitched as he inclined his head and spoke, “Because you deserve to enjoy these lights just as much as anyone else.”
You smiled at his words, half-amused as you met his gaze, “Even when this will most definitely cause people to talk?”
He stayed silent, and you found yourself frowning once more, “What if they start to talk about you? I know how you prefer to avoid the limelight and-”
Neuvillette shook his head at your words, cutting you off with the simple motion before he ever began to speak, “I’m not doing anything so strange. I am merely doing what any gentleman would. ”
He paused, straightening slightly as other dancers slowly began to take up their positions around the floor, their gazes staying on the two of you even as he continued, “People will talk no matter what I do, so let them talk.”
You smiled again at his words, touched by his meaning but still concerned that he was forcing himself, even as he inclined his head towards you, “Shall we?”
As if you could stop now, as the music began with both of you already in position and the eyes of everyone in the room on us. But you also knew that if you wanted to back out now, Neuvillette would agree.
You swallowed and nodded, “If you are certain that this is what you wish to do.”
He smiled at your words, a genuine expression that caused your eyes to widen slightly since, even though you’d spoken with him numerous times and had seen him smile before, it was still a surprise to see such an easy expression slip across the face of the man known all over as the respected Iudex.
“It is my honor,” And with only those words, he began to guide you into the motions of a gentle, spiraling dance that everyone in Fontaine knew.
A slow waltz. A simple dance that left room for conversation while still imparting the joys of dancing.
It was a dance that fit Neuvillette and had you relaxing into your interaction with him as you smiled. Because if there was any dance you were confident in doing, it was this one. Especially if Neuvillette was your partner. You knew he would never lead you astray.
You swirled around the room together, rising and falling to the distinctive tempo of the song like the ebb and flow of the sea itself and never faltering. Not even as you reached the very end and he released you to spin out from him so that you were only attached by one hand still held in his.
And you were surprised to see you weren’t looking at anyone else in the room as the onlookers politely began to applaud for all who had danced. Instead, your eyes were on Neuvillette as you smiled at him, and he held your gaze with a small smile of his own.
And as easily as that you realized that there was no one else you would rather waltz with.
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𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔
pairing ~ sir thomas sharpe x f!reader
word count ~ 1.3k
summary ~ when your own mind seems shattered, you're reminded of who will always be there to pick up the pieces.
warnings ~ plotless, pointless fluff, mention of nightmares/past traumatic experiences (nothing specific is mentioned), brief mention of death, implied insomnia, everyone needs to get some sleep.
a/n ~ this isn't the best thing i've written but my brain !! needed this !! let this be my little lullaby goodnight gift to you, and please enjoy some comforting thomas sharpe regardless mwauh :)
You could compare the feeling to something like falling, even if it really felt nothing like that. It wasn't that weightless, somewhat pleasant feeling one would get when drifting back into their own reality. It felt like death.
And in a way, maybe it was.
Even in your dreams, you could feel yourself falling back into the clutches of that endless cycle you couldn't seem to break, even while you attempted to find some sort of reprieve from your own mind in sleep, you still found yourself tormented, cursed with the ability of remembering.
You jolted awake, and suddenly you could feel your body once again, sensing how your chest rose and fell at a speed that, you had to admit, even worried yourself. You winced at the overwhelming buzzing that rang through your mind as you attempted to bring yourself back to the reality you found yourself paralyzed in, the only thing of warmth you could sense were the tears creeping down your face, stinging your eyes and reminding you of your own mortality.
"Dearest..." You could hear his voice, and although it was barely above a whisper to your ears, it felt like a tether, a life raft being thrown to you.
And so you reached for it, searching for the hushed flickers of his loving tone as you cut through the wicked, twisted vines that kept you from him, trying to return yourself to at least something akin to a resting state.
"You're alright..." You could hear him murmur, the feeling of his soft lips against the shell of your ear finally reaching your senses. "I'm here. I promise... You're safe..."
You felt a pain in your throat, as if being suffocated by your own anguish. The sensation was one of a monster in your chest, scratching and clawing against your insides, begging to be released in some sort of carnal, ferociously pained scream, though your lips remained sealed, or at least partially sealed. All that could escape your lips was a single, wounded sigh.
"Thomas..." You breathed, your trembling hand barely shifting, grasping for any part of him that you could hang on to.
"I'm right here."
His smooth voice only got clearer with each passing second, the feeling of his thumb gently brushing across your knuckles anchoring you to reality.
"I'm right here..." He continued to repeat, the gentle cadence of his words lulling your heartbeat until you began to feel some semblance of peace. "I'm right here."
Even as your mind settled, as your body began to no longer feel as if you had just ran some sort of harrowing marathon, you could still barely manage to say a word, so an almost silent whimper was all that escaped you.
And yet, even without a word uttered, he still managed to understand you.
Just as he always did.
His arms seemed to wrap around you in an instant, enveloping you into the warmth that you always seemed to find yourself longing for these days. Your heart stilled, finally at peace.
"Was it-"
You solemnly nodded before he could even finish, your chin gently nuzzling against his bicep as you did.
"Well..." He groaned softly, adjusting himself against you as he tenderly pulled you flush against his firm chest, prompting you to finally turn your head to face him. "You're safe now. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing could ever."
You swallowed harshly, your mind briefly returning to your previous state.
If it were anyone else, you might have even dared to accuse them of witchcraft, but it was Thomas. Your Thomas. And he knew you in a way you couldn't even comprehend yourself. It was as if he could read your mind, his thumb and forefinger finding their way to your chin, his touch shackling you once again to him.
He let out a gentle chuckle, "Don't leave me," He smiled, "Not when I've just gotten you back."
This time, you had managed to squeak out a few words in response. "Thank you."
You watched as his eyes softened, his eyebrows falling into an expression of slight concern. "You've nothing to thank me for." He grumbled, you noticed how his cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink as he spoke, this fact illuminated only by the dull slivers of moonlight that crept in from the window. "It's my honor."
Before you could stop it, a small chuckle left your lips, almost forgetting your situation entirely. "Honored?" You questioned softly. You couldn't even manage yourself half of the time, how could anyone feel any sort of honored to pick up after you?
His brows furrowed, a small, almost frustrated sounding huff came from him before he began to speak. "The first time..." He mumbled, trailing off for a moment, though you already knew what he was trying to say.
When the nightmares began.
"You could have turned from me," He continued, gently tracing his thumb against your cheek, "Pushed me from you entirely. Told me to leave you even." He smiled wistfully, "You didn't though. You allowed me to stay, to hold you, to promise that you were safe, that I would always protect you. You bestowed me with that honor, and it is not one that I take lightly." He finished, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
If you knew any better, you could have easily begun believing that he carried some sort of magic within him, your eyes gently drooping closed as soon as his lips touched your skin. Though maybe that was the magic of him, how he could calm your mind so easily.
The deep, quietly thunderous hum that rolled through him reached your ears like a lullaby, and you could feel his lips curl into a soft smile against your forehead.
There were a million words caught in your throat. Thousands of 'how could I ever live without you', hundreds of 'thank you's' and countless 'I love you's' begging to be ripped from your lips, and just as it was all about to come pouring out at once, as you began to acknowledge the fact that once you began speaking, you would certainly be awake until the morning, it seemed that he read your mind, silencing your thoughts at once.
"Get some rest, love, we can speak of everything in the morning if you'd like." He paused for a moment as he pulled at the heavy, quilted blanket engulfing you both, "Even if you choose not to, I'll be right beside you... Always."
His words faded as you drifted closer to the edge of exhaustion. You knew of the possibility of another nightmare, the lingering possibility of those all too familiar tendrils of pain and horror stained pieces of your imagination reaching out for you once again tonight, but somehow, you held no fear.
The heat of his body flooded your senses as you finally fell asleep, his final words somehow even reaching you in your unconsciousness, or maybe they weren't even his words, at least not in the current sense. Maybe they were just the words he had ingrained in you ever since the first time he told you that he loved you, the words that wrapped around you, filling you with light in any moment you felt surrounded by darkness. Maybe he hadn’t even uttered a thing, maybe it was just your own mind, comforting your soul with the voice of him as you fell into sleep.
Either way, you found you didn’t mind, all you cared for was that his voice was with you, guiding you through whatever darkness you may happen to encounter the rest of the night.
You could hear him as your breath evened and your pulse slowed, feeling him hold your hand through the pitch blackness. Even as your own mind attempted to betray you, taunting you with memories of pain you couldn’t seem to outrun, you could hear him.
“I’m here my dear, I always will be.”
fall-ish time = crimson peak time always for me. i know it has been a while and this isn't a huge fic or anything, but i've been writing this one on and off since things got a bit weird for me mentally, i just needed some pointless, fluffy, reassurance for my brain being weird, and hey if it came from thomas sharpe that wouldn't be too bad either :) i hope you all are doing so so good and thank you all for all your nice messages recently, i promise i will respond to all of them so soon!!
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#thomas sharpe x reader#thomas sharpe x female reader#thomas sharpe x f!reader#thomas sharpe x fem!reader#thomas sharpe comfort#thomas sharpe fluff#tom hiddleston x you#thomas sharpe x you#thomas sharpe x y/n#no use of y/n#tom hiddleston x fem!reader#tom hiddleston imagine#crimson peak fan fiction#crimson peak x reader#crimson peak#tom hiddleston x f!reader#tom hiddleston character x reader#thomas sharpe reader insert
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First Date Headcanons for Tom Hiddleston's Characters - Part 2
(Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or images. This is just a fun listicle, not designed to offend anyone. As always, please feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism below. Thank you, and without any further ado, please enjoy!)
Click here for Part 1 with Will Ransome, Henry V, Loki, Bill Hazeldine, and Caius Marcius Coriolanus
Characters in this list: Jonathan Pine, Robert Laing, Magnus Martinsson, Oakley, Thomas Sharpe, Jaguar!Tom Hiddleston
Jonathan Pine from The Night Manager
Breakfast date
A date with Jonathan Pine would begin with him inviting you to share breakfast after his shift as night manager. The meal wouldn't be terribly decadent, but it would be beautiful enough for a
date.
(If this is set in the Hotel Nefertiti in Cairo, then breakfast might be foul/ful or taameya (which are made with fava beans) or whatever was left over from the hotel kitchens. And if this is set in Hotel Meister in Zurich, then breakfast would be bread, margarine, marmalade, and hot chocolate.)
"Are you tired after a long night?" You gently asked while he placed some food on your plate.
Jonathan let out a chuckle. "I'm used to it." He filled his own plate, and then sat across from you. "What do you enjoy doing most at night?"
"Aside from sleeping?"
"Sleeping only makes up a third of a person's life," Jonathan replied without missing a beat. "There must be something else you like to do after sundown."
Jonathan would be very courteous, asking you about where you were from and what you enjoyed doing. He would not reveal much about himself, merely saying that he left an army career for an occupation that was much more 'quiet'.
After the meal, Jonathan would be happy to accompany you for a small stroll or he would escort you to wherever it is you wanted to go. Before saying goodbye, he would gently hold your hand and sincerely thank you for your company, hoping to see you again soon.
Robert Laing from High-Rise
Going out to the restaurant in the high-rise
A date with Robert Laing would begin with him picking you up from your apartment (which is also located in the high-rise) at about 7 or 8 PM. He'd be dressed to the nines, wearing a grey suit and a gold tie, with his hair combed.
As a new resident, Robert wouldn't be very familiar with the fine dining places outside of the high rise. So he'd prefer to go to the one within the building (in my mind, it's also the place he frequently orders dinner from. He can cook, but doesn't prefer to do it often.)
Throughout the dinner, Robert would talk mostly about his work as a lecturer at the medical school. He would also ask about your apartment, how often you went to Charlotte Melville's parties, and where you were from.
"What do you think of the parties?" You asked while Robert cut his food with a fork and knife.
"They are…nothing like I have ever been to before."
"Do you go to many parties?"
"No," Robert replied, taking a bite. "I don't always have the interest. I prefer something intimate like this. In any case, I'm happy we could do this."
"Me too. Charlotte has said many good things about you."
Robert raised an eyebrow. "Did she tell you that I've been wanting to go out with you since that afternoon we met?"
After paying for the meal, Robert would walk you to your apartment. You offered to make him some coffee, saying it was the least you could do. Over two cups of hot espresso, Robert and you would talk some more, possibly falling asleep in each other's company. But in the morning, Robert would thank you for a nice time and help you get ready for the day before leaving for work. Of course, not without forgetting a kiss.
Magnus Martinsson from Wallander
Drinks at the local pub
A date with Magnus would begin with him picking you up after his shift at the police station. Depending on how much work there was for him, he might come to pick you up at a pretty late hour.
"Wow," Magnus gulped, watching you lock your front door and come towards his car. "You look fantastic tonight."
The two of you would go to the local pub and share a few pints, talking about work, the weather, and anything else that catches your fancy. Maybe if he's feeling like showing off, Magnus would play a round of billiards or darts (and hopefully win). And if you asked, he would gladly teach you to play, unafraid to hold you close while he tells you how to properly hold a billiard stick and shoot.
The date would end with a couple of kisses, and Magnus driving you back to your place. He'd bid you goodnight, and if everything went well, he would ask you when you'd be free for a second date.
Oakley from Unrelated
Swimming or skinny dipping at night
A date with Oakley would begin with the two of you sneaking to the pool after everyone else has either gone to sleep or retired to their rooms for the night. And tucked under his sleeve, Oakley would smuggle a bottle of alcohol from the cellar or a flask containing the ingredients of a Negroni. The two of you would take turns drinking, laughing all the while.
When the alcohol's finished, Oakley would quickly remove his shorts, t-shirt, and underwear and jump into the cool, still waters.
"Did you just…?" You gasped before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"Of course I did." Oakley leaned his head back and treaded water. "It's so much more fun that way. Come on, love. The water's relaxing and the weather is still unforgiving at night."
Taking a breath, you jumped into the pool and waded towards Oakley. He whispered for you to relax before putting his arms around you and his lips on yours. Depending on how comfortable you were with him, Oakley would kiss you more, leaning you against the edge of the pool so he could nuzzle against your neck.
You can use your imagination for the rest ;)
Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak
Ballroom dancing
A date with Thomas Sharpe would begin with you meeting him at a party where he's either the guest of honor, or a party where the two of you are guests. He would politely catch your attention, drawing you away from your friends so he can have a word with you. With an innocent smile, he would make small talk, asking about how you're enjoying the festivities.
And when it's time for the dancing to begin, he would graciously offer you his hand.
"Will you grant me the honor of sharing a dance with you tonight, my lady?" After pressing a kiss against your knuckles, Thomas clutches your waist and begins to lead you in a swift yet gentle waltz.
The two of you would dance together for a few songs, not taking your eyes off of each other. And after that, Thomas would lead you to a less crowded part of the ballroom, talking to you about your family, about the things you liked (so he could remember in the future when buying you a present), and about where you were from.
The night would end with Thomas (and his sister) escorting you home as a gesture of courtesy, and a proper good night kiss. A few days later, you would receive a letter -penned by Thomas himself - about how much he enjoyed spending the evening with you, and how he would like to continue courting you.
Jaguar! Tom Hiddleston
Cocktails at a fancy lounge, and a long drive at night
A date with this Jaguar villain would begin with him inviting you to drinks at an exclusive club in downtown London. Showing off his influence, he would get a room just for the two of you. After a few bits of small talk, he'd move closer and whisper in your ear just how pretty you are, sending chills down your spine.
"You look absolutely ravishing tonight, darling," he purred, placing his hand against your lower back. "After you finish that drink, what do you say to taking this elsewhere? Surely you must be wanting more…"
He'd take you for "a spin" in his Jaguar only for you to end up on the road at nearly 140 kilometers per hour. Little did you know, he actually had some pretty interesting cargo in the dicky - the type of cargo that police might be attracted to.
"Don't worry about the sirens," he told you excitedly, as if he were a child on Christmas morning. "It just adds to the excitement!"
#jonathan pine x reader#jonathan pine#jonathan pine imagine#robert laing x reader#robert laing#tom hiddleston characters#tom hiddleston#jaguar tom hiddleston#jaguar villains#oakley#magnus martinsson x reader#magnus martinsson#wallander bbc#thomas sharpe#thomas sharpe imagine#thomas sharpe x reader#sir thomas sharpe#crimson peak
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ok, so a casting change and a bunch of new additions!
#im curious to whom kammerer might be playing#and yeah im sad that garfield left and im not sure elordi is the best replacement (i mean. hes tall but can he play one of the most#iconic movie monsters of all time?#like it stinks of a producer choice to rake the most views possible rather than a genuine casting audition process#(this also reminds me this movie might not have a cinema release :'(#but!! at the end of the day mia wasikowska and tom hiddleston were replacements in crimson peak#and now i cant imagine the movie without them#this might just work out!#guillermo del toro#frankenstein#andrew garfield#jacob elordi#felix kammerer#lars mikkelsen#david bradley
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Person A: “I thought you said they were dead!”
Person B: “They are dead, I saw them get killed as I was escaping.”
Person A: “Well Obviously you were wrong! The dead don’t just get up and start moving and talking!”
Person B: “For gods sake, Look At Them! Do those look alive to you?!”
#write-it-motherfuckers#writing prompt#writing prompts#writing#prompt#story prompt#story prompts#story#prompts#my prompt#original#random#imagine#story time motherfucker#dialogue#dialogue prompt#person a and person b#incorrect quotes#incorrect quote#I'm so sorry for this. I had crimson peak on the brain. Lot of dark ideas bubbling away right now. I'll try to keep them at bay#dark#ominous#horror#creepy#halloween#implied murder#murder mention#murder#death#necromancy
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Imagine...
Being Thomas's next wife (victim)
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I just think that Guillmero Del Toro could bring out the supernatural elements in his adaption of Jane Eyre that NO other production has dared to touch
#he straight up borrows chunks of JE for Crimson Peak and he KILLS IT so I just want to let him do what he will with the source#like imagine more weight given to the string bond between them the calling across the moors! all the ghosts (real & metaphorical) and fae#ugh the way the calling for each other and Rochester confirming he did it too but she doesn’t tell him <3 does things to me#jane eyre#I think you could really play up the ‘he is not of their kind I believe he is of mine’ with supernatural bonds#I was discussing this months ago with a friend but imagine they share hazy dreams and never know if they’re real or not#like they just know stuff that neither has said out loud? I think a great example would be the red room.#I want him to just drop it in conversation offhand and she goes WHAT? and he’s like … hm. didn’t even know I knew that#JUST LET ME WRITE IT
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Tom Hiddleston Masterlist
Marvel Masterlist
Tom Hiddleston Fic
Need to Know fic rec
Loki Laufeyson Fic
“Hey!” Part 1 Part 2 my fic
Till Death Do Us Part 18+ Minors DNI fic rec
Asgard’s Ass 18+ Minors DNI fic rec
Ruby Eyes & Hands of Ice 18+ Minors DNI fic rec
Clothed S*x 18+ Minors DNI fic rec
Thomas Sharpe Fic
Reading 18+ Minors DNI fic rec
#marvel#mcu#tom hiddleston#tom hiddelston imagine#loki laufeyson#loki fluff#thomas sharpe#crimson peak
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I told you, you're so different
Summary: In which Sir Thomas Sharpe, Baronet was actually Loki Laufeyson in disguise. What if Edith was someone even she didn't know about?
A/N: Hi everyone, sorry for the lack of updates. I have been sick for the past four days and had to sleep it all off but I am on the mend and so, back at my desk and writing more! Part Two of Give Her Back will take a while because it will go through all of the events of WandaVision, part two ending on 80's Wanda and Y/N and Part 3 starting from then on and also Multiverse of Madness. So, yes, they will be huge fics. If you didn't sign up for that, my apologies... Anyway! Enjoy this!
Warnings: angst, fluff, Lucille Sharpe
So ghosts were real, she had suspected as such. Ever since she was younger and saw her mother who had warned her of Crimson Peak and again before her father died, Edith believed in ghosts.
Writing her novel about the ghosts being a metaphor was her way of coping with what she saw as a child. Maybe, if Edith put it down in writing that the ghosts were metaphors; her own experience would become one.
After marrying Sir Thomas Sharpe and moving to Allerdale Hall, things had started to go wrong and the love of her life had turned out to be nothing other than an incestuous man who was marrying women for their money and having his sister murder them soon after.
Promptly after discovering the dark truth, Lucille Sharpe had tried to kill her too but Thomas had, surprisingly, stood between them. It lead to his death and Edith couldn't help but feel a little bit honoured that Thomas went to such lengths to save her life.
Standing over Lucille's crumpled form with a shovel, Edith stared at the white ghost in front of her that had to be her late husband. Her lip trembled as she walked closer and lifted a hand to stroke his cheek gently, frowning when her hand passed through his cheek and the image of him distorted where her hand was. Thomas leaned into her touch as much as he could and gave her a mournful frown before disappearing into the wind.
That was years ago now and while Edith had married Alan just two years after the incident, she never forgot her time with the Baronet. He had changed her life and she was determined to never have children with Alan. The doctor understood and respected her wishes. The Cushing line would end with Edith and Eunice would carry on the McMichael name with her new husband.
However, on Edith's deathbed, she did not account for the fact that she might reunite with her late husband and he would have to deal with the fact that he was so easily replaced by Alan. He wasn't but Thomas's self-doubt, though hidden perfectly, was always something Edith had wanted to help him with.
With her hand in Alan's, she smiled up at the ceiling of the hospital, accepting her passing. It was 1948, January 23rd. Thomas's birthday. While struggling with her illness, Edith heard the voice of her father calling her but also the distant laughter of Thomas that she thought she would never hear again even in Crimson Peak.
It was quiet when she passed, painless. She had thought she would wake up in Heaven where her father would be waiting for her but instead, she found herself standing on a bridge. It was coloured like a rainbow, leading down to an observatory and then travelling into the golden city. Perhaps, Edith wondered, this was heaven? The people who wrote the bible had never been to it so maybe, just maybe, this was Heaven.
Grabbing her golden skirts, she headed down the bridge into the city. Absently, Edith admired how she had her youth back. She was young again, her hair missing greys that had come over time. The bridge was slippery but by staying in the middle, she was able to keep her balance. Perhaps even Heaven gets rain? That must be the reason.
As she was walking through the marketplace, Edith smiled at all the things for sale as if she was fascinated by the fact that even Heaven had markets for souls to carry on their practice after death. Smiling, Edith carried on her journey and talked with merchants about what they were selling.
All throughout the market, she heard people yelling to grab shoppers' attention.
"Come buy your state-of-the-art linens! Best in Asgard!"
"Come try the best pies of Asgard! Just two gold pieces!"
"Come get the morning paper! Prince Loki part of scandal yet again!"
Edith had never heard of 'Asgard' before, never mind it being a name for Heaven. And also, who was Prince Loki? Edith was pretty sure the Bible depicted Heaven as a peaceful place where God ruled with his son, Jesus. She had never heard of a 'Loki' before.
Suddenly, a voice filled her ears that she thought she would never hear again and she snapped her head to the right and saw a blonde man with a slightly smaller black-haired man at a stall just parallel to her. Though his hair was shorter, slicked back, Edith would never forget his jawline and the smile on his face.
"Thomas?" Edith mumbled, staring at him in disbelief. She had thought that he wouldn't make it to Heaven because of his crimes back in Allerdale but really, when she thought about it, he just married the women and left them for Lucille to kill.
At hearing a familiar voice, the raven-haired man's head looked around curiously before his eyes locked onto Edith's and the world around them stopped. He turned his head away to say a quick goodbye to the blonde before making his way over to Edith.
While walking through the crowd, the pair never once took their eyes off each other. Meeting him in the middle, Edith looked up into his eyes and reached up to cup his cheek, him leaning into it with a small smile on his face.
"Edith," he whispered gently, his voice not even different from how it used to be and it brought Edith to tears as she smiled up at him, nodding eagerly.
"Thomas," she breathed, pulling her hand away from his face so she could wrap her arms around his waist and hug him tight, resting her head on his chest.
They held each other for a long while until the blonde came over and grumbled, "Loki, who is this? You're not one to take wenches, brother."
Loki snarled and conjured up a dagger, holding it to the blonde's throat with a deep glare in his eyes, "do not call my wife a wench, Thor."
The blonde- Thor, looked confused before tilting his head curiously as he looked at Edith, "you took a bride again, Loki? You said after your last dare that you would never go to Midgard again."
Loki frowned and held Edith tighter, rubbing her back gently before glaring at Thor, "let's not do this in the market. Edith, come with us."
Nodding, Edith followed the two men up to the large golden castle and when she stepped inside, she immediately felt that she did not belong in such a grand palace. Loki, noticing her anxiety, smiled and held her waist as they walked to his study and he kissed her head gently.
So she had met Thomas again and the blonde man who she now knew as Thor had not only called him 'Loki' but had also called him 'brother'. What the hell was going on? Edith was starting to think that she was more than likely dreaming rather than actually being dead. In a moment, she will wake up again and be in her bed with Alan by her side, holding her hand and whispering sweet nothings to her.
Only, that didn't happen.
They entered Loki's study and Loki sat down on one of the grand sofas, pulling Edith down beside him as he smiled lovingly at her, Edith smiling back at him in disbelief. Thomas was here and she was happy! There was no sight of his incestuous sister either! Bonus!
"So," Thor started, looking at the couple with barely hidden curiosity, "when did this begin?"
Loki sighed and held Edith's hands, looking deep into her eyes with a smile on his face, "please don't stab me with a pen when I tell this story, okay?"
Edith laughed at the reminder of how silly it was to threaten Thomas with a pen but it was the best she had at that time. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "just tell the story, Thomas."
Loki smiled at her and took a deep breath before looking at Thor, "the reason why I do not to dares with you anymore is because of this lovely lady. You don't know how the last dare you made me do went and that is because I fell in love. I was known as Sir Thomas Sharpe, Baronet of Allerdale Hall. I started life off right from the start without my memories but before I was killed by my incestuous sister, I regained my memories and magic and I cast an illusion of me dying. In my life, I married four times, three times for money and I married Edith for love. Lucille didn't like that. Edith was a tough little wonder and managed to kill Lucille. I don't blame you, Edith," Loki mumbled, turning back to Edith, "for remarrying."
Edith hung her head and sighed as she dropped her hand from Loki's, missing the broken look he gave her from the gesture, "lying again. Thomas, how am I supposed to trust you? Who are you?"
Loki sighed softly before slipping off the sofa and kneeling in front of her with his hands holding hers desperately, "I am Loki Odinson, God of Mischief, lies and stories. Lucille didn't know. I didn't know until moments before I died. Then I regained all of my memories."
Edith sighed and smiled sadly as she reached out and cupped his cheek again, him eagerly leaning into her warm touch, "I shouldn't trust you so quickly, Thomas. It was dangerous last time."
Loki smiled fondly and turned his head to kiss her palm, his hand holding hers on his cheek as he met her eyes, "Lucille isn't here."
"Where even is here?" Edith asked and looked around the study as Loki chuckled and helped her up, walking her over to a floor to ceiling window to show her the kingdom.
"This is Asgard, Edith," Loki whispered as he held her from behind, resting his head on hers and smiling as she gasped, watching the people walking in the market.
Edith smiled as she watched the people of Asgard go about their daily jobs before she turned in Loki's arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, "but how am I here? I remember dying."
Loki sighed softly and leant down to kiss her forehead gently, "it's the last spell I made as Sir Thomas. I searched your blood and found a being that I thought had disappeared years ago. A past love of mine. Sigyn Iwaldidottir. I used a spell that would bring out the Goddess in you when you died."
Edith's body tensed up at that. Goddess!? That sounded so strange coming from his mouth and Edith felt in her heart that he was telling the truth, "Thomas, I'm not a Goddess... I'm just a girl you met in Buffalo that stopped you from marrying Eunice for money."
Loki laughed softly and kissed her temple gently, "it'll take a while to get used to but I assure you, you are Asgardian, Edith. I told you, "you're so different."
Edith looked up at him and smiled lovingly as she stood up on her tip-toes to kiss him tenderly, his arms holding her tighter and their eyes fluttering closed.
On the day of Thor's coronation, Frost Giants were never let into Asgard. Loki didn't feel jealousy for his brother when he had his Edith by his side.
On December 17th 2008, Loki celebrated his birthday and also the wedding to his beloved Edith.
On January 23rd 2011, you and Loki welcomed your daughter, Selena, into the world.
On July 17th 2014, Loki was told the truth of his heritage. Edith helped him heal from the shock with their daughter by moving to Midgard.
While on Midgard, on December 17th, Edith brought their son, Thomas, into the world. Loki decided that their little family should move to Midgard and try a 'normal' life.
Life was perfect. Baronet turned Prince with his wife and their two children.
#crimson peak au#loki fanfic#Thomas sharpe x edith#loki x sigyn#i am literally dying#loki#loki fluff#requests open#imagines#reunited lovers
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:D
hey babes just a little bit about my page so yk what's up
media I can write about
Marvel n friends
-daredevil
-Avengers
-Moonknight
- Ant-man
-Gotg
-Dr strange
-Deadpool
-x-men
-fantastic 4
Marauders
-James
- Remus
-Sirius
-Regulus
- Marlene
-Mary
-Lily
-Dorcas
- lmk if you have suggestions
Criminal minds
I'm too lazy to write but basically anyone except x criminal if you get what I mean
Dead Poets society
anyone except x Keating cause no 😨
Harry Potter lighting era
I'm down for anyone unless they're from a fanfiction (excluding maybe Enzo)
Fleabag
I'll just be doing clare and the hot priest maybe others later
Shameless
whoever is the vibe
crimson peak
-yeah basically yeah
I said this before but I'm usually up for writing smut if the occasion calls for lmao. I will not be writing any with adults x children though cause thats so icky. I'm probably not going to be doing any little/mommy/daddy/sub stuff cause that's just not my thing. I'll also be down to do gn reader and plus sized reader/ specific reader stuff ect. If that's the vibe.
I'll add anything else if I can think of it but yepp lmk your thoughts and suggestions<3
#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter fluff#mantis imagine#loki x female reader#wolfstar#movies#marauders blurb#marauders#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#anything for our moony#lily evans x reader#criminal minds#crimson peak#shameless#lip gallagher#ian x mickey#thor x reader#loki friggason#the avengers#x men movies#daredevil#the punisher#matthew murdock#foggy nelson#regulus black#harry potter#ron weasley#fred weasley
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i actually won’t get off my moral high horse actually some of you SHOULD’VEEEEE gotten bullied more omg 😭😭
#SOMEONE ON TWITTER SAID ‘imagine shipping an inc/est couple’#AND THE OP QT AND SAID ‘i dont have to imagine it thats literally my favorite kind of couple to ship’#and put photos of helae/mond the b/orgias ja/imecersei and the siblings from crimson peaks#🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️#WELL WE FOUND THE INBRED I GUESS OH MY GOD EHXHSGSUWHXJA#what happened to shame what happened to this is between me and god#i just. i kno what they are i KNOW what they are i know their ancestral bloodline#mich.txt#AND THEN someone replied and said ‘why is this person watching the incets show if they don’t like incest’#HELPPPPPPPP BOLD OF THEM TO ASSUME PEOPLE ARE WATCHING FOR THE INCEST AND NOT FOR THE SEXY ACTORS OR LIKE IDK THE STORYLINE???????#😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#just because you are watching a show with inc/est in it doesnt mean you have to ship it pls do you have brains 😭😭😭#i wont let others live actually if they let me see this shit with my own two eyes literally buy a diary and go ham
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There is no way I'm doing NaNoWriMo, but I got the best idea anyway. :D
Now let's just hope I can muster the energy and wherewithal and time and brain cells and follow-through.
#i hallucinated the basic premise this morning and I've been taking notes all day#imagine crimson peak and Jane eyre and hound of the Baskervilles then throw em in a blender#but then add some three's company style chaos#!!!!!!
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— heatwave
I’m suffering through the heatwave over here, and Bakugou is the only thing that could make it better or worse.
Warnings: 18+, not proofread, Bakugou is your roommate, sweaty sex, dirty talk, spanking, creampie.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 3.8k.
“It’s too damn hot,” Bakugou growled as he lay the back of his head against the couch. Even the soft, worn fabric was uncomfortable against his back. Retaining more heat than necessary paired with his body temperature it had sweat pooling against his skin.
Life as an up and coming Pro-Hero had been rough. With long shifts, terrible hours and little pay he was stuck in this dingy, stuffy apartment. Waiting for the day he’d add an extra figure onto his paycheck to have enough to move out. Things like air conditioning were a lavish luxury that he couldn’t afford right now, so it meant suffering through the torridness with a small ice pack he’d grabbed from the freezer.
The only bonus was having a roommate like you.
Originally Bakugou had been adverse to living under the same roof as someone, unable to trust anyone living in close quarters with him. There was an entire cacophony of issues that could arise from picking the wrong person— from being kept up all night, the mess they could leave behind to having friends or hookups in his shared space.
But you had been a godsend, understanding of his unsocial work schedule and his house rules. You could even argue that you were a better roommate than he was, with his friends delighting in showing up unannounced and causing a mess in his apartment. Something that you were always so understanding of when you’d join them for movie nights or dinner.
You were a blessing. Or now that he thought about it, perhaps it was a curse. Now forced to watch you practically saunter around in the shortest short shorts known to man in a feeble attempt to try and deal with the extreme temperatures. Your top half not much better, the stringy vest top you wore— without a bra no less— exposed your midriff and the cute stiffened peaks of your nipples. Not that he was looking, and even if he was what did you expect him to do.
Rubbing sweat from his upper lip as he spreads his legs wide on the couch as you made your way into the kitchen, his crimson eyes roaming your figure as the shorts hugged the swell of your ass perfectly. Dipping in between the cheeks as he imagined pulling them apart to see what was hidden between them, the material dangerously close to revealing it to him anyway—
You were doing absolutely nothing to help quell the heat oozing through his body. In fact, Bakugou was certain you were making it worse. His cock jumping at the sight of you, pulsing beneath his shorts as his Adam’s apple bobbed. Praying that this sudden heatwave would cease and he could stop being tortured by the sight of you like this every damn day, it was bad enough when he’d catch peeks of you in a towel coming from the bathroom towards your bedroom, or forgotten panties left strewn around. But this? This was unbearable.
“I can’t deal with this heat,” The whiny tone to your voice had Bakugou silencing a growl deep in his chest, watching you hold the back of your hand to your forehead dramatically, “I wanna sit in the freezer.”
“Don’t you dare.” Bakugou knew from experience the heat alone would be enough to shut down the entire machine, and you both definitely didn’t have enough money to replace it if it did.
And that freezer was the only thing satiating the heat so far. Shoving his melting ice pack against his chest, the contents quickly changing form to liquid as he tried to make the most of it before it would have to go back inside the freezer.
“Let me feel,” You came around the couch to stand in front of him, his eyes set in a heavy glare as he tried to weigh up whether it was worth letting you feel how cold the pack was.
It was bad enough having you so scantily clad in such short proximity to him right now, certain he could now smell the saccharine of your perfume as you pulled the top of your vest down, exposing the swell of your breasts as you presented your sternum to him.
Bakugou pushes the pack to your chest and immediately regrets it when the sound you let out is downright sinful. You have to know what you’re doing to him, the way your lips curl into a delicious looking pout and your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
“Oh god, that feels so fucking good.” You moaned, eyes clenched shut to focus on the cool chill that slowly washed over your chest.
His cock jumps in his shorts as he tries to shift his hips to avoid you from noticing the now very evident bulge, the throb pounding through his veins as he feels a different kind of heat beginning to take over.
He should stop here, take his ice pack back and tell you to go and sit in front of your mini desk fan again. Get you out of the room and as far away as possible and save this for another day, a day when you’re both not delirious from the intense heat.
But his depraved thoughts have already consumed him, the thought of your plush body pressed against his while he slides his throbbing cock inside you now at the forefront of his mind as he presses the pack lower. Watching as you arch your back towards it, welcoming the cool chill as you lean forward to splay your sweaty palms against his thick thighs.
And whether he’s delirious from the heat, or it’s the desperate look in your eyes he doesn’t know. All he knows is he’s kissing you fiercely, the ice pack drops forgotten between your bodies in favour of grabbing your hips.
“Fuck,” You kiss him back, words swallowed by his chapped lips as you feel the bulge between his thighs press snug against your crotch.
Your hands reach up to card through messy blond spikes as your nails graze his damp scalp, your tongue swiped against his as he palms your ass. Calloused fingertips disappear beneath the flimsy fabric as he squeezes the fat of it, tugging you down against his hardness as he pulls more sultry sounds from your throat.
“It’s too hot for this, Katsuki.” You whine, breaking the kiss as you gasp for air in the humid room.
At this chance Bakugou’s lips venture lower, peppering kisses along your jawline towards your collarbones until he reaches the hem of your vest. Tugging the fabric down to reveal your round breasts, his tongue pokes out to wet his lips at the marvellous sight.
His nighttime fantasies can’t compare to the sight in front of him, crimson eyes shamelessly ogle your skin to commit the sight to memory as he leans forward.
“Shut up,” He rasps back gruffly while mouthing your breast.
You’re right, it’s entirely too hot for any kind of strenuous activity, especially when he’s sweating so much it already feels like he’s run a marathon. But the way your soft body feels pressed against his is too much to pass up. Especially when this is what he’s been dreaming about ever since he moved in with you, fisting his cock too. It’s too much to leave it to chance that he may get this opportunity again later. Bakugou’s always been a greedy man, and he wants to have you now.
“Fuck,” You cry out when his teeth graze your nipple, pushing your crotch against his with more urgency.
Certain you’ve leaked through the flimsy fabric, desire surges through you dense and fast. A stark contrast to your lethargic movements as you grind yourself down on his lap pathetically.
“Katsuki,” You whine.
His strong hands are doing all the work as he moves you how he pleases. Strong palms pick you up by the meat of your ass to drop you back down on his length. Grinding your puffy clit against his pelvis with each motion as he has you crying out in pleasure.
“Fuck, Katsu. S’too hot—”
You weren’t sure whether it was the humid air permeating the room or the way that Bakugou was looking at you with smouldering eyes that had your body aflame. Muggy, vapid air filling your lungs as clammy hands stroked along his bare torso. Mapping out a course of newly discovered territory as you let your thumbs brush against his pebbled nipples, his chest vibrating against your touch with more sultry groans.
“I know you are, sweetheart.” He hummed, his fingers brushing the crotch of your shorts, “Let me make you feel good.”
“Oh,” You gasped when you felt the calloused pads stroke your labia, involuntarily leaning forward to give him more space as Bakugou began to spread you apart for him. Fingers gliding through your messy folds, dragging your essence along your slit until he found your puffy clit.
The contact had you jolting forward, nails grazing his chest as he focused his attention on it. Circling it tentatively with the pad of his finger as you began to rock your hips back against him, uncaring about how debauched you looked as you began to seek your own pleasure.
“Yeah?” He rasped, and the gravelly husk did nothing but increase the desperation inside you, “You like that?”
“Fuck, please—“ You buried your head in the curve of his neck, your lips pressed against the slick skin as you tasted the saltiness of his sweat on your tongue.
“Please what, sweetheart,” He cooed.
“Please—“ You gasped when you felt his thumb press against your empty hole. He knew exactly what you wanted, he was toying with you.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Your fingers.” You were shameless, your hips grinding back against him as Bakugou finally took mercy on you and pushed his thumb into your sloppy entrance. The slightest penetration enough to drag a deep moan from your throat as he kept his focus against your clit, leaning his head back against the couch to try and see the blissful expression on your face as he worked you with precision.
“Got no damn idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” He husked against your ear, lips soft against the shell as you clenched around him in response, “Always walkin’ round in those fuckin’ short shorts got me wanting to bend you over every surface in this house.”
“Oh fuck,” You mewled, already feeling yourself teetering on the edge of your climax as he kept his pace constant against your clit, his thumb positioned to press against your spongy wall as his other hand tightened its grip on your ass. Spreading you open, as you found your bliss, “Katsuki.”
“That’s it, good girl.” He hummed, feeling your walls pulse around his digit as he kept his pace. Working you through your release as he pressed sloppy, wet kisses to your temple.
You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d wished the same, coming into the kitchen to see him still in full hero gear after work. Dirt and grime covering his body as his mask was pulled up over his forehead to show his blackened eyes, bending over to grab the carton of juice from the fridge as he held it up to his lips to chug it. Watching his Adam’s apple bob as the liquid flowed, giving you the perfect view of him as you tried to busy yourself to hide the fact you were blatantly staring.
Or the moments where he’d come out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips to shout at you for using the taps in the kitchen while he was showering. The cheap apartment had one flow of hot water and it shut off that luxury whenever it was used elsewhere. The cold water catching him off guard as he glared at you, water droplets drooling down his perfect skin and making him look more like an ancient god or deity than your roommate.
“So why didn’t you?” You asked when you’d come down from your high.
“Huh?” Bakugou’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt before.”
“I like livin’ with you,” He shrugged, “Didn’t wanna jeopardise that.”
“You wouldn’t have,” You smiled, pulling yourself back from his neck to meet his gaze, “I like you too.”
“That mean I can finally eat this pretty little pussy?” He groaned, shuffling his hips, “Been thinkin’ about it since the day I met you.”
“Later, please—” You pawed at the hard bulge between his thigh, his pre staining the fabric as you pressed against the tip.
“Fuck,” He grunted, shamelessly bringing his fingers to his lips to get a taste of you. His tongue sweeping against his digits to clean them of your slick, “Gonna take you over every damn surface in this house, princess.”
Your fingers curled into the hem of his shorts, Bakugou lifting his hips off the couch to help you drag them down just enough to free his heady cock— the sight of it better than you’d ever imagined in those nightly fantasies.
He was thick and long, bulging veins that forked along the length of him only made him seem that much more intimidating as his balls sat heavy at the base. Neatly trimmed blond hairs decorated his pelvis as they created a pretty trail along his abdomen, unable to resist running your hand along it as his stomach folded at the touch. A sharp hiss sucked sharp through his teeth as you wrapped your hand around him at the base, holding him steady so you could see the tip. The head a swollen pink as pre continued to bead at the slit, drooling down towards his frenulum as you moved to settle between his thighs. Wanting a taste of him yourself as you swiped your thumb over the leaky tip of his cock.
“Oi, I thought you said later,” He teased, rough hands steady on your hips to stop you from moving.
“Please,” You whined pathetically, “Wanna taste you.”
You brought your thumb to your lips as your tongue swiped at the surface, tasting him on your tongue as your lashes fluttered. Crimson eyes focused on your movements as his cock twitched in appreciation, tempted to let you do whatever you pleased. But he’d been waiting far too long for this moment, and there was no way he could wait any longer.
“You little minx,” He groaned as you sucked your thumb, “I promise later.” He groaned, tugging at your shorts, “Do you like these?”
“Yeah, they’re— what the fuck, Katsuki?”
You gasped when you heard the sharp sound of ripping fabric, “I said I liked them.”
“Sorry,” You could tell from the smug grin on his face that he was anything but as he positioned you above his leaky cock, “I gotta have you now.”
You held onto his shoulders as he wrapped a large fist around his cock, dragging the tip through your slick as he felt it catch against your tight entrance. His other hand on your hip slowly dropping you down onto his length as you felt the pleasurable ache of him stretching you open ebb through your pelvis.
“I got you, sweetheart,” He groaned, watching his cock slowly disappear inside you as he felt your warm walls wrap snugly around him, “Gonna take such good care of you.”
You felt hot, the heat radiating from your sex sweltering and yet you didn’t want to let go. The thick girth of his cock filled you perfectly as you felt him pressed against every ridge and groove of your cunt like he was made for you.
Your lips move together languidly, tasting the saltiness from his upper lip as you move together in tandem. Wet and sloppy while his tongue strokes yours, desperation evident by the way you try to deepen the kiss. As though you’re trying to melt into him, to feel him devour you whole.
“Oh, shit.” You choke back a cry when you feel the tip of his cock hit a spot deep inside you, certain you’ve never had something quite so big before.
You struggle to lift yourself up with your legs spread wide over his thick thighs as you grind yourself against his lap. Your clit catching against the trimmed hairs at his base as you roll your hips with desire, your chest pressed taut to his as you start a lazy pace. The scorching heat inside the apartment makes it difficult to breathe as you writhe in his lap, his warm breath fans against your skin almost feels cooler than the thick air clouding the room.
“Kats. It’s too hot.” You whine pathetically, your pace clumsy and sluggish as the desire inside you burns hot and heavy.
“You started this.” He retorts cockily with a smug smirk on his face.
“I did not.” You pout, “This is your fault.”
“Stop whinin’” He reaches back to bring his palm down on your ass in a rough smack, the sweatiness of his quirk has his skin tacking to you as it increases the sensation, clinging to your skin as you gasp in surprise. A painful pleasure courses through your veins as the skin prickles beneath his touch, your pliant walls clamping down around his girth in retaliation.
Without hesitating he reaches his large palms back to cup a cheek in each hand, lifting you up languidly as he marvels the glossy sheen your slick leaves on his cock.
“You just sit there and look pretty, let me do the work.” He spread is thighs wider, giving himself more air as he shifted your weight. Picking you up and dropping you down on his length as he listened to the pretty sounds that spilled from you like a siren, drawing him in and capturing his heart as you pulsed around him.
“Why couldn’t you have got an ice quirk?”
Clammy hands paw at his shoulders as Bakugou repeats the motion, skin tacking to skin as he bounces you on his cock. The kinetic energy builds heat swiftly and harsh as you feel the stickiness against your skin. Your wetness seeps out against his pelvis and matts the hair at his base, catching your clit with each drop of your hips.
“Shut the fuck up,” He scoffed, “You won’t be sayin’ that come winter.”
The thought of having his warm body to warm you during those cold winter months, still being with him then— had you clenching around him.
“Oh yeah? You like the sound of that?” He grinned, “Can feel this pussy clenchin’ around me.”
“Fuck, Katsuki.” The heat was becoming unbearable, radiating from your core as it burned molten lava. The coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as you danced on the crux of your release, gasping for air as he changed tact. Holding your hips tight under sweaty palms as he planted his feet flat on the ground, pistoning his hips up into your pliant sex, “There— oh, god. Right there—”
“That’s it,” He rasped, watching your tits bounce with each rapid thrust, “Fuckin’ beautiful.”
“‘m gonna cum,” You choked out between moans, feeling the curved tip of his cock drag against the spongy spot inside you with each thrust, “Oh shit—”
“Cum for me,” He growled, “Cum all over my cock.”
The tips of Bakugou’s thumbs pressed against your pelvis, tightening his grip as it only increased the pressure. Sweat trickling down your temples as he sent you vaulting over the edge into euphoria.
“Good girl,” He grunted, feeling your walls clamp down around his cock as you willed him to come with you, trying to milk him of his seed.
The pleasure was unlike anything you’d felt before, mind-numbingly intense as you cried out a jumbled mess of his name. Your nails digging crescent moons into his skin as he hissed beneath you, shamelessly searching for his own end as the heat radiated from your body. Sliding against each other from the sweat that now trickled down your skin, leaving a glossy sheen against you both as he used you for his own pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum,” Bakugou grunted, moving to lift you off his cock before you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, unbothered about the stifling heat in the room as you kept him tight against you.
“Cum inside me, Katsuki.” You gasped a he choked back a grunt, your words all it took to meet his own end.
His guttural moans are sinful, erotic as you cling to him with fervour. Committing the sensation to memory as though it’s the last time you’ll have him like this, as if the heat has him in this delirious state. And maybe it does—
You never thought Bakugou could look so pretty like this, completely vulnerable as he exposes his most intimate self to you. Thick, white spurts of cum spurt from his tip as he empties his balls inside you.
“Fuck, baby.” He breathes hot and heavy as you feel his chest rise and fall against yours.
Bodies slumped together on the couch as you feel the dampness of skin against skin, your vest that now sits useless around your waist is soaked and warm as the fabric clings to your body.
“I’m so sticky,” You whine childishly, making no attempt to move as Bakugou’s fingers trace absent-minded patterns along your exposed back.
“How the fuck dya think I feel?” He rasps, “My ass is stuck to the couch.”
“Eww,” You tease, running your nose along his collarbone as you take in the musky scent of him, “We’ll have to get another couch.”
He catches you by surprise as he presses the forgotten ice pack to the back of your neck, although it’s mostly melted it’s a stark contrast to your sweltering body as you flinch in surprise. Your cunt clenches around him at the sensation as Bakugou grunts from the attention.
“Oh shit, don’t do that sweetheart—“ He hisses, wrapping an arm around your back to hold you tight against him, “You’ll make me hard again.”
Something that you’re not sure you’d mind, even though your body is screaming out for a different kind of relief now. Desperate to cool your temperature down as you scrunch your nose in irritation.
“I feel so gross.” You complain as he gives your ass another playful spank as you barely move from the impact, your bodies stuck together with a mixture of heat and sweat.
“Got no one to blame but yourself, princess,” He groans, “I was just mindin’ my business until you came over in those little shorts.”
“You weren’t complaining when you were balls deep.” You moved your head back to glare at him.
“My balls feel like they’re on fire now,” He scoffs, leaning forward to peck your pouty lips, “Cold shower?” He asks, although he’s already decided he’s showering with you— he’s taking every moment he can with you now.
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