#thomas sharpe x yn

[ladycamillewrites]

𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑'𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙

∙ Thomas Sharpe x f!reader

𝖆/𝖓: written for @springdandelixn ‘s spring sleepover project. Happy Birthday darling 🖤

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+ dark fic!! non/dub-con smut, Crimson Peak ghosts, forced marriage, manipulation, y/n held hostage

“Lucille?” 

“Over here my dear. Look at the foxes hiding in the northern flower meadows” her voice lured you towards the great dining hall. Allerdale Hall was huge, almost as big as your fathers country estate but with way more pretty wildlife around. 

To hell with your father’s sick hunting-addiction. Your studies were more important and surely the more peaceful.

Rushing over to join your friend at the window, your eyes instantly widened in joy at the sight of a vixen with two cubs. They seemed overly entertained by the growing flowers while the mother had her hands full with watching her boisterous offspring.

“They are incredibly adorable, are they not?“ You chirped, barely able to suppress your excitement about the spring season here in Scotland.

Thanks to Lucille and her brother Thomas you were invited to spend as much time as you wanted in the mansion of your friend you once got to know at your families annual garden festivities. Someone brought Lucille along and well, the spark of sympathy was instantly lit. 

You’ve known her for quite a while. Two wonderful years regarding the regular letters and many visits. 

If there only wasn’t Thomas Sharpe; the unfairly fine baronet who always watched you from the shadows with his oceanic orbs shining like the full moon. The hunger in his eyes elicited a cocktail of fear, submission and unexplainable arousal. 

Most improper things. 

However, it was wedding season and your father might wanted to introduce you to some gentlemen when you’d be back. Hoping you would finally agree to marriage. It was a gift and a curse at the same time to be allowed to pick your husband yourself. 

Though, you were curious whether Thomas had found a fiancé.

“Tomorrow we will spot the grey seals at the bay, I’m most certain of it” Lucille smiled patting your shoulder before she weaves past your body.

The smell of Bergamot invaded your nostrils as you looked after your friend, unsure about the reason of her back-off. 

It was Thomas donning an emerald vest with a puffy white shirt underneath, the gold fob watch on proud display. It shone equally as mysterious as those almond eyes.

“How is the wedding season going for you so far, darling?“ He purred, chin hoisted when you opened your silent mouth, unsure about what to reply.

“I- I, erm my father, luckily, allows me to decide when I wish to get married“ you began, watching in awe as his eyes narrowed, knuckles crackling as he pressed them together in a silent predatory display.

Lucille stepped back in your sight, smiling richly to coax whatever your final answer was. The siblings looked not too alike, you noticed as your eyes tried to hold on to something other than Thomas’ expectant demeanor.

“-and also whom. But I rather wait until next year since I am deeply invested in my studies of northern wildlife“ you finished with a meek smile, hoping that your explanation would suffice. Lucille herself wasn’t married although she was older than you and already exceeded the marriageable age. 

Fresh confusion was written all across your face as Thomas nodded at his sister, took a small black box from her and approached you with black leather boots hitting the dull parquet. Nervous, you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear, gaze shifting to squint at the flowering poppies bathing in the dazzling sun.

However, you flinched when the baronet suddenly cleared his throat, attractive bone structure directed at you when he opened the box, drawing your attention. “Would you do me the honor then, y/n?“ His baritone resounded against the old walls of his mansion, leaving your heart miss a beat in utter shock. 

Not knowing where to put your hands, you clasped them together, trembling fists resting in front of your heavy chest. “Thomas, I- I don’t know what to say that comes all so…abruptly“ your stammer sounded rueful, yet reasonably composed and bewaring the appropriate courtesy.

Again, anxious eyes flickered over to Lucille, her face suddenly all darkened with a thousand words of diktat sitting on her tongue. Where was your friend gone? The woman who told you about the different groups of deer visiting her gardens?

“Your father would surely be content with closer business relations, wouldn’t he?“ Thomas said sternly, leaving you no metaphorical room to breathe with the only relevant leverage held against you. You would most certainly do anything for the man you loved most. And Thomas knew.

Forcing an awkward smile, your trembling hand reached out to carefully close the box with the ring that would grant his owner the title of Lady Sharpe. “Please, do not take this as an insult because it most certainly is not“ Tomas' piercing gaze darted up to meet yours “But I would prefer to wait until the next season as I don’t yet feel ready for such a momentous step“. 

Silence. 

Scoffing, Thomas turned away from you, the cool scent of him blew in your direction from the brusque move.

Serious unease started to settle in your veins, poisoning your brain with the carnal urge for freedom. To breathe fresh air. Alone. At least for a moment.

“Excuse me…“ you whispered, sweaty fingertips raising the skirt of your dress to make your way down the stairs.

“Don’t you think my machines would be of great use in your father’s gold mines overseas?“ The deep pitch got you to stop and pause. Your own agitated breathing the only thing audible in the huge dining room as you failed to spot Lucille.

There was only Thomas, his ocean blue orbs glinting across his shoulder as he desultorily looked back at you. “Thomas, I beg you. This was by no means a rejection. I’m just asking you for some time to finish my studies“. Your voice was reduced until every word sounded like a plea.

The self-confident woman had already left Allerdale Hall, it seemed. 

“I suggest you re-think your choice, darling“ he purred with a freeze like a winter storm, cold thrills descending your vertebrae. You didn’t dare to move nevertheless, muscles tense and ready to run. “Either that or you won’t ever leave this house“.

And you ran, muttering an unnecessary “Apologies“ as hasty legs carried you towards the staircase. That was when you started to notice a darkness, watching the curtains being pulled closed as if by witchcraft. 

Panic spread in your system, hands clasped onto the handle as you hurled yourself down the stairs. “Don’t leave“ a jarring voice breathed, causing you to stop mid-stairs, your head turning in slow motion. You did not want to know who else was living in this house right now however, the voice pierced straight into your consciousness. 

Gasping like a child fearing death you stared into the crimson face of what seemed like a ghost, slender limbs blocking the nearby window. With a cry you turned around, pacing downwards to the main door only to cry out harder when a second one of those horrific creatures blocked.

“Staaayyyyy“ they breathed in a terrific choir, filling your face with naked horror.

“I- I’m going to d-die. I’m going to be killed by ghosts“ you muttered, a stressed out brain trying everything to come up with a way out.

Turning on the spot like a cursed ballerina in a music box, you eventually spotted a single door that wasn’t yet blocked by those red, howling creatures. An exit you prayed when shaking hands twisted the doorknob. 

Slamming the heavy wooden door shut behind you, your head dropped against it with an echoing thud. Candle light flickered behind you, a large, elaborately designed closet was the only thing you were able to locate when hurling in. 

You were alone. In safety.

“I wasn’t jesting earlier, my dear“ an amused chuckle found your ears, the unique baritone making it past the rushing sound of hot blood in your head.

Thomas.

Panting heavily, you turned around, body too wasted to step back out and face those living nightmares again.

The tall, lean figure of the baronet stepped out of the shadows, a smug smirk resting on his thin lips. He looked handsome in candle light, you mused, burned out and incapable of summoning more fear. 

“What- What are they?“ You asked instead, slowly stepping backwards, deeper into the room that turned out to be a regal bedroom. Those suffering moans resounding against the wood were too much while their ugly image ghosted around in your head.

Clicking his tongue, Thomas started to circle you like a starved shark, stern eyes traveling your spent body. “Ghosts. And they shall only be obedient to the Sharpes“. 

“Let me go, please. I swear I won’t tell a word about this curse“ you pleaded, feeling dizzy from following the spheroid course of Thomas steps. 

“It is only to be felt as a curse as long as you are not my wife. Therefore I shall ask again before my courtesy is the next thing to turn crimson“ he spat, every syllable weirdly monotonous, unfitting the usual behavior of the fine baronet. He felt like a changed man, even looked different with onyx curls splattered across his forehead instead of being neatly combed back. 

You swallowed hard, gathering the boldness to state your point of view one last time, hoping he would somehow understand. Whyever he should now.

“Thomas, I cannot deny that you’re a handsome man of honor and overly gentlemanly but I beg you to rather propose next year“.

Watching his eyes fall shut and theatrically reopen as if drenched in pitch, you felt your hands and feet turn cold, any signs of a happy ending rusting and crumbling.

Frozen, you endured his approach, potent hands gripping your shoulders. At first gentle but then he turned you around swiftly, forcing your terrified eyes to stare at the door. Resistance was in vain.

“Oh darling, I’m afraid my friends would miss you so terribly that they cannot wait for a promised return that’s worth nothing more than hollow words“ he whispered in your ear, leaning so close that his chin brushed your temple. 

A wicked grin spread on Thomas’ face as he felt you writing underneath his grip, whining like a child as crimson arms reached through the tiny gap at each side of the door. “Thomas, please stop“. “Think of only how content your father would be to have the source of revolutionary machines in his family, huh?“.

And you yielded, screwing your eyes shut as you screamed what he wanted to hear so desperately. “ Alright, I will marry you“.

Instantly, the grip around your shoulder blades softened, transformed in a weirdly pleasant caress. “Good girl“ Thomas cooed from behind, blithely watching the goosebumps paint your pale neck. “Now give me your hand“.

Reluctantly you turned, reaching out to the emerald fabric of his open hanging vest only for him to slap away your hand. A venomous gaze stiffened your back, twitching brows wordlessly forcing you to correct your mistake.

Now offering your left hand, the adequate one, he grabbed it, making it look ridiculously small as he slipped a heavy ruby ring on your finger. 

You paused to stare at it, sick of the realization you had lost a year of juvenile freedom to a sinister, fine baronet. Under duress, not voluntarily.

“May I leave now? I need to apprise my father of this... well, situation“ you spoke again, the bitterness of a intertwined ‘are you happy now?’ swinging within your tone. But Thomas only chuckled, freeing himself of the vest to toss it on the fur carpet. 

“Do you truly think of me as this imbecile, my darling fiancé?“ the last word hit you with the force of a southern coal train. 

Shaking your head in a broken submission, your promptly tried to adjust your words, letting you sound more trustworthy. But the chance was long gone, rotten like the ghosts lurking behind the door. It glued your mouth shut instead. 

Slowly he stepped closer, reaching behind your back as you felt long digits loosen your beige corset. “You think of this marriage as nothing but a business deal“ he began, hot air from his voodooed lungs meeting your sweaty cleavage. Biting your lips you stayed silent, more or less eager for his continuation.

“Well, in fact it is so much more. You are the most gorgeous woman I ever laid eyes on, y/n. You will bear me beautiful heirs to my title“. Your heart contracted violently, fighting against the choice your helpless mind had made. The irrevocable choice forcing you to actually step in the role of a faithful wife. 

“I- what? What are you doing?“ You stammered, trying to hold on to the heavy fabric of your dress as it started to slide down your shoulders, threatening to leave you in only undergarments. 

Growling like a wolf, the baronet gritted his teeth when annoyed hands pulled it out of your grasp. “Please“ you whined, covering yourself with two quivering arms while you knew damn well that your fate was sealed. “You shan’t never hide what’s to be mine. Understood?“ He barked however, silent and graceful while hasty hands unbuckled his black breeches. 

Slowly, swallowing your pride, you let your arms hang down, eyes fixated on the flickering candle behind your fiancé. You would tell him to order more of them, you thought, they smelled nice. 

“Now, this cock won’t suck itself“.

Disbelieving, widened eyes darted back at him, insecurity smeared all across your face like neon lotion. 

Thomas’ brow was raised, his potent jaw bobbed forward in bloody impatience. “Once I had you, no other man will ever touch you. I’m just making sure my fiancé won’t renegade on her promise“ he stated as sober as well water, the poison within a stark black swirl. 

Succumbing to your fate, you dropped to your knees, staring at his manhood that twitched in lusty anticipation. “I- I’ve never…“ you mumbled, awkwardly curling your fingers around the hot shaft. He was huge, bigger than your housemaid had told you men were. 

You didn’t know whether his sympathy for you was feigned or not as Thomas told you how to wrap your lips around the tip and use your tongue to bring him satisfaction until he would thrust into your mouth.

And how you should let him.

Then you began to pleasure him, swallowing hot saliva around his wide girth until you heard him moan and grunt above you, blueish veins straining his neck when his head lolled back. It was a sinful sound, radiating pure masculinity and drenching your panties, if you wanted it to or not. 

Thomas was incredibly handsome, you couldn’t deny his charms. So you gave in trying to focus on breathing as he started to fuck your mouth. Knuckles turned white from the strong grip around the edge of the bed when wolfish growls and curses left his parted lips. 

You felt torn as he suddenly pulled out, hand still buried in your hair to yank you back on your feet. “No“ you babbled, feeling the burn of your scalp wandering down to infect your gut. You were not ready for what was to come. 

“What was that, pet?“ 

“I- I don’t want to“ your whisper felt pathetic. “You do not wish to be a good, obedient wife?“ Thomas hissed through gritted teeth, the blue in his eyes drowning you like a relentless ocean, features sharpened by the candle light. 

Dragging his face in a faux pout the sinister baronet mocked you “I assumed you wanted to see the grey seals tomorrow, darling. We could go together…“ he purred, gradually lowering you onto the duvet of his big bed. “Would my pretty fiancé like that?“.

You stared in his eyes, biting the inside of your cheek until a taste of copper was the product of your fear. “I’d love that, Thomas“ you forced yourself to say, nails digging in the red fabric gathered by your sides. 

A content smile curled his lips before a strong knee pressed between your legs, unfazed by any resistance. “If you are good for me…we’ll go“ he snarled, sliding back down to hook a finger in the waistband of your panties, the undergarment ripping in no time under his swift pull. 

Gasping, your upper body shot up, protesting against the man who stared at your naked cunt as if it was a box of gems he craved to possess and lock behind metal doors. “Thomas, please don’t“ a whine that erupted directly form your heart left him entertained, ignorant fingertips spreading your lips. 

“As I said, darling. Without some kind of assurance, words are rendered nothing but mere sounds“. 

“But why does it have to be like that?“

A big hand came closer as he crawled back up, pressing against your breasts to keep you glued to the mattress. New terror was born in your eyes, fading into absent-mindedness as you felt him drag his cock along your fold, chuckling to himself. 

He would take me either way you thought, trying to accept the burden that was the title of Lady Sharpe. You would have happily married him.

Next year though.

“Fuck, look at you. All wet like a whore yet so innocent“ you frowned at his words, eyes screwed shut to await the inevitable intrusion. “Please be gentle“ you heard yourself mutter, shocked by the taste of complete submission on your tongue. 

“Ah, ah! Eyes on me. I want to watch you as I make you my wife“ Thomas demanded, dropping on his elbow, needy cock lined up with your pussy. The tingle of his loose curls against your collarbone was a poor distraction to the fiery burn as he breached you, growling at the dark of his chamber. 

It felt unlike anything you had ever imagined, the thick ridges of his big cock stretching you beyond your limits.

Whining underneath him, palms pressed against the puffy shirt, lips begged him to pause until he did. “G-Gods… you feel p-perfect. So tight“ his husky moans were needles pricking your cheek as you felt him twitch inside you, the moment of pause weirdly fading the pain into pleasure. 

Until he pulled out, hips slapping against your ass when he began to pound into you, mercy far beneath his carnal needs. “Thomas, I- I can’t“ you whimpered silently, staggered breaths interrupting your senseless plea.

But he didn’t say a word, instead biting his rosy lip from the sheer pleasure your hesitant body bestowed on him. He looked feral, the collected, analyzing baronet who used to make nice business with your dad now hidden behind a black out curtain.

Darkness engulfed you when the candle finally died, leaving Thomas the only thing to hold onto in the cursed mansion that was now yours.

And so you did, clawing your nails in your fiancé’s muscular back, praying for the candle to be magically lit up again. To have mercy on your heart while Thomas’ relentless cock blanketed your body in unfamiliar ecstasy until he came, spilling his hot seed deep inside your core what forced you to followed him, chanting his name in your own crimson peak. 

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[warnersister]

“Ultimatum” Luca Changretta x Reader

Luca Changretta x reader, Thomas Shelby x sister!reader

Tommy has a choice. Your life or many.

“So, what will it be… hmm, Shelby?” Changretta asked, arm wrapped tightly but not constricting around your neck as your brother refused to meet your eyes. You were swaying slightly as a large gust of wind blow you, its cruel breath frosty and sharp.

You were stood atop a building, a tall building. It’s lankiness had never intimidated you nor even crossed your mind until that moment but now you had decided that heights weren’t for you. You were stood with several members of the Mafia, reason being your brother’s stupid Vendetta. They’d taken you in the dead of night - tied you loosely with rough ropes and blindfolded you with Luca Changretta’s own tie.

They’d woken you at dawn and Luca spoon fed you a meal, explain where you were and why and what could happen that day. And that he wouldn’t kill you but your brother could.

You were situated parallel to your brother, who was stood watching the situation unravel before him - the Italians threatening to drop you off the side of his very own building as an ultimatum for this Vendetta. The Birmingham council members were stood looking up at the bottom, pistols pointed to each of the politicians temples.

“Your sister or your precious council?” Time seemed to stop, Luca leant you back slightly so your tiptoes were barely on the ledge, desperately clawing at his forearm to stay on the side of the living. ‘Please’ you mouthed to your brother, eyes teary and vision blurry. His expression turned from remorseful back to that cold; expressionless, merciless Thomas Shelby you were so familiar with.

“I’m sorry yn” he said, but you knew he wasn’t. He spun on a pivot and left you for dead. All to protect his reputation as a politician. You screamed out, awaiting your demise and to be dropped to a sudden and messy death.

But suddenly you were pulled back from the edge and onto the safety of the rooftop, Luca spinning you into his chest and shaking his head, studying your terrified face. “I would’ve saved you.” He whispered.

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what's coming this week :: april 2023 week 4

Well hello again, friends. Welcome to yet another installment of weekly writing updates that nobody asked for. I didn't get to do one these last few weeks because, well…feet. Let's leave it there 😂 I have a 3-day weekend at the end of this work week and hopefully no accident will befall me that will require me to have numerous hours of sleep so that my body can heal itself 😮‍💨

In progress: the final Lady Sharpe – part of the 500-follower celebration; should have been a 3-parter then turned into a full 8-part series with an alternate ending because i can't help myself; Thomas Sharpe x Reader; the vibe is Victorian Era Espionage and honestly i'm hoping i can pull this off

In progress: relinquish the crown: atonement or debasement – the first of two companion pieces to 'from a world away'; covering the hours between YN walking out of the war room with Prince Damien of Alfheim and Loki finding you training with Fandral at the end of the day

In progress: relinquish the crown: locked away | 2 – gonna this one close to my chest because it ties in to something that will happen in 'atonement or debasement'

Planning, Phase 3: relinquish the crown season 1B – still in progress but the next major chapter 'plans & protestations' is finished w/ this phase and is awaiting writing

Planning, Phase 3: back to you – i have about 8 more parts to put through Phase 3 planning and then the entire series is ready for writing

Planning, Phase 1 – Merman!Loki AU where reader trades in her legs for a tail; Pirate!Loki AU where Ship Captain Loki is in best friends to lovers type situation with First Mate!Reader; President Loki story where he starts fixating on Hacker!Reader who's on his payroll; Civil War era Loki having a bonding moment with Avenger!Reader in Germany while Team Cap v Team Iron Man was happening; Avenger Loki & Avenger Reader getting 'randomly' chosen as audience members to perform a spicy routine during a night out with the team; 'until i reach you'; 'web of shadows' (Jonathan Pine x Hacker!Reader)

Let's see what this week will bring us…hopefully getting to cross off another handful of items off of my todo list. We'll see.

[talia-rumlow]

My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Nineteen - It´s a Date!

When you’re finally done laughing, you look at each other for a while. Before Rumlow gets to his feet, fixes his clothing, and the offers you a hand. You take it, and he helps you up from the floor.

– I think lunchtime is over. I’m sorry for keeping you. But I could maybe take you out for dinner after work?

You look at him. Is he asking you out on a date? Should you say yes?

– Ehhe… Won’t people see us together then?

He smiles at you, and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

– That is a definite possibility, yes!

You look down at the floor. You don’t know if you want people to see you together. How will your Co-workers react if they find out that you’re having dinner with the boss?

– I’m not sure if I’m ready for that, Brock. I mean…. I’m new, and you…. You are….

– Your boss…. Well, guess I’ll have to fire you then..

He says it in a serious tone, but he is smiling to you, so you know that he is messing with you.

– You heard what Rollins said, YN. This is SHIELD! Everybody knows everything. I’m not embarrassed, and you shouldn’t be either.

You clear your throat.

– Everything?

– Well, not everything, everything. But they know, YN. But they know better than to get up in my business. And if anyone is giving you a hard time for this…

He looks at you. You look back. God, those eyes…

– …..I’ll fire them!

You let out a small laugh.

– Don’t do that. I told you, that I don’t want any special treatment.

He puts his arms around you, pulls you close and starts to kiss your neck. You lean you head back.

– Really? Nothing? Not one single special thing….

You’re already almost incapable of speaking.

– W….Well….. Maybe just…. Just this…

He kisses you. Lets his tongue dance around with yours. Your legs feels like gello under you, so you let his strong arms hold you up. When he breaks the kiss, you are almost out of breath.

– So, Dinner after work then? I know the perfect place.

Oh fuck it. Let him take the lead once again. If he wants to have dinner with you. You’ll go and have dinner.

– It’s a date. Meet at the car?

– Come to my office. I’ll walk you out. And I’ll even give you your new keycard. Now, I think it’s time to go back to work.

He walks over to his door, and opens it for you. When you exit his office, he lets his hand gently brush over yours.

———————————–

The rest of the day flies by. When it’s time for you to leave for the day, Thomas comes over to you. Lifting up his keycard.

– Time for operation stealth!

You look down. How the hell are you going to tell him, that you are going to meet Rumlow after office hours. You open your mouth to say something. But then a deep manly voice comes from the office door.

– YN!

You recognize the voice from Rumlows office earlier. What is Rollins doing here, and what does he want with you? You turn around. Thomas looks at Rollins, and then back at you.

– Wow, you just know every agent in this building don’t you?

– Ehhhe.. I don’t know him…

Rollins lifts your new keycard up.

– Rumlow wanted me to give you this! He had to take care of something in Pierce’s office. But he said he’ll be right back.

You walk over to Rollins. Take the new keycard he gives you. And he offers his hand. You take it.

– Jack Rollins!

– YN YLN!

Rollins gives you a sharp nod, glances at Thomas for a second, and then he leaves. You are about to open the door, when Thomas speaks behind you.

– Did you tell them that I helped you?

His voice isn’t the normal nice and friendly tone. Infact he sounds angry, and it makes you nervous.

– I didn’t tell them anything, Thomas. Mr. Rumlow just issued me a new keycard, that’s all.

– He didn’t ask how you got up here without a card?

You swallow. This is getting really uncomfortable. You want to get out from the office floor. You reach for the doorhandle, but Thomas pushes your hand away.

– NO! You’re not leaving until you tell me what you told them about me!

– I didn’t tell him anything. He just knew. He knew that you helped me.

Thomas looks at you. His eyes reminds you of Davids when he got angry. You swallow again. Again you try and reach for the doorhandle. But this time Thomas pins your hand to the wall. You try to break free, but Thomas is strong. You can feel tears start to form behind your eyes.

– Do you know how much trouble I can get in for this??!??

You look down on his hand, pinning your arm to the wall. Then you look back up at him. You are so pumped full of adrenaline that you don’t realise it at first. But then you see it. A small red dot, right over his heart. Is someone aiming a gun at him? Then you hear a familiar voice from the other side of the office.

– Do YOU know how much trouble you get in if you assult female colleagues? Let the lady go, or I swear I’ll empty my magazine in you!

Thomas looks down on the red dot over his heart. Then he looks back at you.

– Nice, when you have friends with big guns, huh? You’re fucking him aren’t you? Slut!

Then he lets go of your hand. Rumlow makes his way over to you, with two other agents in tow. Rollins being one of them. Rumlow looks at Thomas.

– Get this fucking loser out of my face… Oh, and yeah. You’re fired! I don’t ever want to fucking see you again!

Rollins and the other agent take Thomas and leaves. You fall to the floor. Rumlow sits down text to you, holds you….

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Possibilities [Tom Hiddleston x Reader]

Title: Possibilities Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader Word count: 3k Published: 6 July 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warnings: Mention of food and alcohol Summary: Tom and you have been friends for a long time and because of that same reason you value your friendship more than to ruin it with some silly feelings. But the event you attend together offers you some surprises that might change your relationship forever.

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Events, galas, award ceremonies. You weren't a popular actress nor a famous singer, or social media influencer. You had a simple 9-5 job that would hardly ever get you into these events. But regardless of your status in society, you were known and not because of any talent you possessed that could have made you famous, but because your best friend was none-other than Tom Hiddleston.

You have been friends for years, you adored everything about the man. He was sweet and kind, always polite, but just as playful. It was a friendship you felt lucky to be in, a friendship that you held so close to your heart, it would have broken every little piece of you if it ever ended. Often, you found yourself staring at him with a little smile in the corner of your lips, watching his every move, the way he joked around with his co-stars on set, the way he exercised in the gym for a role, the way he winked at you with a mischievous smile as he caught your eyes on him.

"Do you need my autograph?" he asked with a wide grin as he opened the door of the luxurious car he booked for the event. Once again you have forgotten your eyes on him— his dashing looks, the perfectly fitted suit, the playful twinkle in his eyes. He never stopped teasing you about it.

"Shove off, Tom," you nudged him as he got out of the car and held out a hand for you, waiting for you to accept his help. So, you did. Wrapping your fingers around his hand, you let him help you out of the vehicle as you rearranged your stunning dress and ran your hand down its length to remove any creasing. Cameras were flashing, reporters' loud voices filled the pathway to the entrance, a long red carpet leading your way inside the building towering over you like a modern castle.

"If I didn't know better, I would think your interest in me goes beyond friendship," he chuckled as he held his arm out to you, waiting for yours to be placed over his, his eyes following every little movement of yours. A sudden rush of heat travelled up to your cheeks, your breathing slightly laboured as you tried to calm your heavily beating heart. He was not wrong after all. It's been years since you have been harbouring these feelings, but you hadn't had the heart to confess them. Tom was more important to you than to ruin it over some silly feelings.

Sometimes, when you caught Tom's eyes on you, watching you intently, a soft smile spread across his face, it made you think if maybe, just maybe he was harbouring similar feelings towards you. But the idea was quickly swept away by your doubts, the thought of such an amazing man falling for you seeming impossible. You knew your worth, you didn't write yourself down, but Tom has always been perfect in your eyes, and you couldn't imagine him wanting you even if at times a certain silly part of your brain whispered otherwise.

"I love your healthy self-confidence," you finally gathered your ability to be able to reply, earning a comical huff from him. You have been trying hard, to deny your romantic interest in him, but rumours about the two of you have become a reoccurring news and it didn't help your case to shove your feelings in the back of your mind.

"Ready?" He asked as his gaze turned towards the red carpet. Heaving a heavy sigh, you nodded and murmured a 'yes' as a response.

As soon as the cameras started flashing, hundreds of photos of Tom and you being taken, you conjured a sweet little smile that the tabloids loved. You were always nervous when it came to these events. It was Tom's job to answer some of the questions journalists asked of him, which meant they were to ask about your relationship. It was becoming repetitive, making you feel uncomfortable. The questions themselves didn't bother you but repeating over and over again that the man you have fallen for is merely a friend, felt like a stab in your heart, each time you responded.

"Tom! Tom!" One of the reporters shouted his name and he led you to the side of the red carpet, halting right beside the metal cordons. Questions were flying around, photos had been taken, but you didn't concentrate. Your senses were heightened as Tom pulled you in his side, his arm now wrapped around your waist, gently, but firmly holding onto you. Looking up at him, you studied his face, his ice-blue eyes focusing on the reporter, an excited smile across his face. He seemed so relaxed, so collected, meanwhile even events after events you were still nervous. As though he could feel it, he turned to you with a soft, reassuring smile, giving you a nod, silently asking if you were alright. For others, the movement could have easily been missed, but to you, it was like an earthquake, shaking your heart, making you fall even deeper for him. In a reply, you nodded and offered him a smile as you squeezed his hand that rested on your waist.

"So, Tom, this might be a bit more personal, but everyone has been talking about the two of you," he started, and your eyes immediately darted towards the man. You knew the question, heard it a thousand times already, so you prepared your heart to give the same reply as always. 'We are just friends,' you repeated time after time, hoping they would finally understand and let you be, but they didn't seem to budge. "You have been friends for a long time, and your fans have been talking about how close the two of you have become. Do you think, maybe in the future, there's a possibility for romance to blossom?" He asked with an expectant expression, a sly smile in the corner of his lips.

"As we have said before," you spoke up, ready to reply as you always did, "we—"

"You never know what the future holds for you, there are many possibilities" Tom cut in with a mischievous smile, your eyes growing wide as you looked up at him. Tom chuckled at your expression as he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. "Tell me I'm wrong," he arched a brow questioningly, his words starting your heart off at a faster pace, your cheeks feeling warmer under his intent gaze, those blue eyes you often found yourself lost in.

"Well—, I mean I can't argue with that statement," you replied, feeling slightly awkward. A confused smile started growing wider on your face as Tom led you away. "Why did you do that?" You asked as you finally stepped inside the building, his arm still resting around your waist as you headed towards a large room filled with all sorts of foods and drinks, people dancing in the middle, the dim lightning offering a rather intimate mood. "You just created even more gossip," you scolded him, but seemingly he didn't mind. He led you to a table where his name was printed on a nametag and pulled the chair out for you before he took his seat beside you.

"I didn't say anything," he smiled at you as innocently as he could manage, the corner of his eyes crinkling.

"You did. Exactly because you were so secretive, people will want to read between the lines. They will think there's more to us than friendship," you huffed as you hid your face in your palm and heaved a heavy sigh.

"And is that so bad?" He frowned, earning the same expression from you.

"What?" A silent scoff left your lungs. "What are you trying to say?"

"Is that such a big problem if people think we are together?" He asked, his confident tone stunning you.

"Of course, not. I don't care what rumours are being spread about me, but I don't want them to gossip about you," you reached for his hand on the table and wrapped your fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. His expression stayed emotionless; you couldn't read him entirely, but you knew he seemed off.

"I will go grab us a drink," he said as he stood up, leaving you frowning. You weren't sure what you said that made him upset, and regardless of trying to put on a straight face, you knew he wasn't happy with your response.

You watched as he walked over to a small table filled with the most delicious looking cakes and a couple of bottles of champagne, ready for the guests before they brought out the main course. Tom grabbed a battle of champagne and two glasses, filling up both halfway, before he placed the battle back into an ice bucket.

"What is it?" You asked as he returned and gave you one of the glasses.

"What do you mean?" He asked, taking a seat beside you.

"We've known each other for quite a long time. I can read you like an open book. What's bothering you?" Trying to get him to open up, you shuffled closer to him, your chair scraping the floor, turning heads in your direction. "Oops," you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly, earning a chuckle from Tom.

"Very subtle," he mocked you.

"Don't change the subject Mr. Hiddleston," you raised a questioning brow, a tiny smile hidden in the corner of your lips.

"Nothing is bothering me," he added, but your suspicious gaze didn't falter. "I'm being honest, darling," the sly little fox knew his nickname for you would make you soften up and he used every opportunity to say it when he felt cornered.

"Fine," you squinted. "But we aren't done! I'm not blind, I can see something is on your mind."

"Yes, ma'am, I can't wait for this conversation to come back around," he mocked you once again, making you huff as you gently punched his shoulder.

Throughout the night, said conversation was forgotten, the alcohol consumption rose, the amount of people dancing around the room grew, meanwhile others sat at their tables, trying to digest the previously served delicious meals. You couldn't deny that you had a good laugh with Tom and his co-stars from all sorts of movies he had been in. It felt like a little family, people coming together to just have a joyous time.

The way Tom smiled at his friends, praising each other, before turning to mock one another forced your eyes to rest on his excited features. He looked so alive, so happy and the feeling of the man you loved being in his element meant everything to you. Tom was radiating enthusiasm and you couldn't look away as you watched his ever-growing smile, his nose scrunched up at an unexpected subject, his head falling back as a loud laughter erupted from his lungs. He was always handsome, but when he was happy, it filled you up with a certain warmth that you couldn't explain. Like you always wanted to make him happy just to be able to see that cheerful smile spread across his face.

He turned to you, catching your gaze on him once again. His arm sneaked behind you, pulling you closer and leaning down to your ear. "You are staring at me again," you couldn't see it, but you could feel his smile spreading wider.

"I like to see you happy," you shrugged with a soft smile as you leaned back to be able to meet his gaze. His smile faltered, but his eyes softened.

"Dance with me," he said as he offered his palm to you, and you placed your hand in it.

"I take no responsibility for broken toes," you said with a silent chuckle as you followed him to the dancefloor.

"Don't worry, darling, it's worth the injury," he mirrored your expression as you stopped in the middle of the dance floor. A slow, romantic song started playing in the background, his arms finding their perfect position around your waist as yours sneaked around his neck.

It was a slow and peaceful dance, not requiring much knowledge and talent. You just enjoyed each other's presence, gazes meeting, smiles forming, swaying to the slow rhythm of the music. You didn't speak a word, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. It never was with Tom. A soft smile, a quick glance, a simple gesture meant more than thousands of words when you were with him.

You laid your head against his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat, taking on a quicker pace just like yours did. "I miss you when you are not with me," he spoke for the first time as he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. You didn't move away; his embrace was too comfortable, and you couldn't care about people watching you.

"I always miss you. You are the one travelling all the time after all," you chuckled lightly, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"I could be only a mile away and I would still miss you," he replied as you pulled back a bit to meet his soft gaze, but there was no smile present across his handsome face. As the song finished, you found yourself standing in front of him, slightly confused about the conversation. "Do you want to go to the balcony? Have some fresh air?" He asked, taking on a more cheerful expression, but you knew him more than to believe it was genuine. In a response you nodded and linked your arm with his.

Following him through the sea of people, you finally arrived at the balcony, looking down to a smaller version of a park, a water fountain standing tall in its centre. You leaned against the rail as you watched the trees battling the silent wind, fallen leaves being blown across the walking path. Tom joined beside you, his eyes following the same direction as you did before they halted on your face. "You are being strange tonight," you spoke up, feeling his gaze resting on you before you turned to him, meeting his eyes.

"I'm just thinking," he added with a half-hearted smile.

"About?" You asked as you reached for his hand resting on the rail and placed yours on top of his. He turned his palm upside down and lifted your hand, hinting a small kiss on your knuckles as he heaved a heavy sigh. "Tom talk to me," you squeezed his fingers reassuringly, his eyes watching you, not leaving your gaze for a moment. "You have been rather quiet around me," you added.

His whole body turned to you, as though he was focusing his complete attention on you. Reaching towards you, he brushed your hair to the side, gently tucking it behind your ear. You leaned into the touch involuntarily, only realising your actions when he caressed your cheek with his thumb, before moving down and running it across your lips. The feeling burnt you, starting your mind off in a very dangerous territory, one that you have been avoiding. 'He is your friend' you tried to remind yourself. But once the tip of his thumb brushed along your lips once again, you couldn't stop yourself. Stepping forward, you placed your hands on his chest, steading yourself and rose on your tiptoes, pressing your lips against his.

Your own bravery surprised you, but Tom didn't seem affected. As soon as your lips met, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. He didn't hesitate, he wasn't surprised. He just held you, gently running his lips along yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. But as much as you wanted to enjoy the moment, realisation hit you. You were kissing your best friend. You gently pushed him away, stumbling back from the force, covering your mouth with your palm. "I'm so sorry," you breathed, panic rising in your chest. "I have no idea what happened, I don't know why I did that, I'm so sorry," your words were rushed, your heartbeat loudly pulsing in your ears.

But Tom's gaze twinkled. A soft, warm smile grew wider across his face as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. "I'm not," he said as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I've been wanting to kiss you," he breathed as he closed his eyes momentarily, slightly shaking his head. "I've been wanting to tell you how much I love you; I've been trying to gain the courage to say it out loud," he scoffed. "I'm a fool for dragging it out for so long, but I love you," his voice shook as he said the words, but his arms tightened around you, safely holding you against his chest. It took you a second to understand what he meant, that your feelings weren't unrequited, that he has been harbouring the same feelings you have.

A heavy sigh left your lungs, as though a weight fell off your chest. Your lips curved into a smile as you placed your hands on his cheeks, running the tip of your thumbs across his jawline. He mirrored your expression whilst leaning into your touch, planting a small kiss on your palm. "I love you too," you replied finally," the words rolling off the tip of your tongue easier than you expected. "I love you so much," you giggled, wanting to repeat the words over and over again, until you finally understood that it was real, that you weren't dreaming. "You never know what the future holds for you, huh?" You asked, repeating his words from earlier in the evening, earning a loud chuckle from him. "So, is this one of those many possibilities?" you raised a single brow.

"Could be. I have a couple more ideas," he said, his soft smile turning into a confident grin.

"You are terrible," you gently hit his chest as you grabbed his suit-jacket and pulled him down to you, meeting his lips halfway, smiling into the intimate moment you have been craving for so long.

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Tony: imagine you're offered 50,000 dollars, but if you accept it, the person you hate most in the entire world gets 100,000 dollars. Are you taking it?

Loki: Yes. Why wouldn't I want 150,000 dollars?

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Kinktober Day 9: Pregnancy Sex

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

He hadn’t touched you in weeks. Months.

It was as if as soon as Polly grabbed your tit and told you you’d be having a dark haired son by Guy Fawkes Night, Tommy had taken a vow of celibacy.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love you anymore, or find you any less attractive; he held your hair back when you were sick in the mornings, hand fed you bits of fruit dipped in condensed milk that you had been craving, spent ages hugging you from behind with his hands rubbing your growing bump.

At five months pregnant, you were beginning to find the lack of intimacy extremely difficult. Once you had gotten over the worst of the morning sickness and tearfulness, your hormones were wreaking havoc on you. You had spoken to esme, who had spent a fair amount of time pregnant with John’s sprogs if she ever felt the same and she had simply smirked at you. “John gets turned on when I’m pregnant. And I can’t say I’m complaining,” she shrugged.

That night, Thomas was, of course, working in his study. You slinked in, slipping into his lap. Instantly, the glass of whiskey was down and his hand was rubbing your swollen belly. “YN, what’s wrong? Is it the baby?” He asked, looking up at you with his brows knitted together. “Should I get a doctor?” You smiled softly, putting your hand over his.

“It is something to do with that, yeah. But you don’t need to call a doctor. I don’t think he’d be able to fix what’s going on with me,” as you spoke, you ducked down to kiss at Tommy’s neck, your tongue flickering over his pulse point the way you knew sent him wild. His breath shuddered and the hand on your tummy slipped to your hip.

“YN... we can’t... it’ll hurt the baby,” he groaned lowly, though the twitching in his trousers did little to convince either of you that he wasn’t up for it.

You pulled away and looked down at him. “So that’s what this has been all about eh? I’ve been sat here flooding my knickers, wanting to jump you every time you walked in the room for five months, all because you’re scared of hurting the baby?” You grinned, kissing him gently. “Esme said it’s fine, Tom. Won’t hurt the baby unless we really overdo it,” you stroked his sharp cheekbone with your thumb, biting your lip.

Tommy shook his head fondly. “Well then, Mrs Shelby,” he grinned. “It appears I was wrong. C’mon then... let’s get you upstairs,”

“You could just fuck me in your office?” You smirked, biting your lip.

“Absolutely not. I intend to enjoy you tonight, for as long as you want,” you moaned softly, nodding eagerly.

“Come on then,” you begged, already feeling your arousal seep between your thighs. Tommy grinned, following you upstairs. As soon as the bedroom door was shut, his lips were on yours, kissing you with a heat you hadn’t felt in months. You gasped out, clutching at his hair, his neck, his arms, your entire being throbbing with need as you kissed, your breath coming in heavy pants. “Need you, Tom,” you groaned as he dragged his teeth over your throat. He grunted in response, pushing you back towards the bed, standing between your legs as he undid his waistcoat.

“Christ, YN,” he groaned. “You’ve no idea how riled up I’ve been... watching your belly grow with my baby...” your eyes fluttered shut at his words and you arched your back. “Watching your pretty tits swell with milk... shame I can’t put another baby into you... I’d happily watch you like this every day of my life...”

You whimpered, pushing your breasts into his wandering hands, biting your lip hard. “Tommy...” you sighed. “Please...” you pushed his shirt off him, yours hands rubbing over his hard chest. He rubbed your sensitive breasts and you gasped, spreading your legs wider, needing to feel him pressed between your thighs, although your growing bump made this more difficult than normal. You huffed with frustration and tommy laughed, kissing you gently.

“I bet you’re soaking,” he grinned and you moaned lewdly, already hoisting your dress up, desperate to eliminate every scrap of fabric between you and your husband. Sensing your desperation, Tommy helped, lifting your dress over your head and tossing it aside, groaning at the sight of your body in your loose underwear. “Christ,” he cursed, seeing the wet patch on the gusset of your knickers, stroking his knuckle slowly over it, circling your clit ever so lightly. You let out a little cry, already writhing. Tommy grinned and eased your knickers and stockings down as you unhooked your bra, slinging it aside. Tommy kept his eyes on you as you kneeled up, shucking off his trousers quickly, kicking them aside. “I could devour you,” he groaned. “I haven’t tasted you in so long,”

It was your turn to smirk as Tommy Shelby crumbled in front of your eyes. “Nobody’s fault but your own, tommy,” you teased. He smirked reaching a hand between you to pinch your clit. Your eyes flew open, hands gripping his biceps as you let out a little scream. “Don’t tease!” You begged and tommy tutted.

“Hypocrite,” he smirked, brushing his thumbs over your clit and nipple in tandem. You whined softly, circling your hips as you bit his shoulder and began pumping his prick. “Fucking hell...” he cursed under his breath. “YN...” he moaned, head tilting. You smirked and pushed him onto his back, biting your lip as you looked down at him. With some careful manoeuvring, you were straddling his hips, hovering above his cock. Slowly, you lowered yourself, your jaw falling open as he stretched you out. Moaning lewdly, you seated yourself fully on his cock, your innermost walls already fluttering around him as you re-familiarised yourself with him. Below you, Tommy’s eyes were locked on you as he let out a low groan. He wanted nothing more than to flip you over and pound you into the mattress, but there was still a worry in the back of his mind of hurting you or your baby. His hands roamed your thighs, your buttocks, your hips... your thickening waist, up over your swelling belly to squeeze at your nipples, making you gasp as you began rocking your hips, grinding down on him as you braced your hands on his thighs.

“Fuck... I’ve missed this,” you groaned and tommy let out a breathless laugh in agreement.

“C’mon, YN... ride my cock, love...” he coaxed and you bit your lip, leaning forward as far as you could, pressing your lips to his as you began bouncing your hips, whimpering into his mouth as you felt him stimulate you in places that hadn’t been touched in months. “So good to me, YN,” he mumbled against your mouth. “So fucking good. So beautiful like this...” you moaned out, tipping your head back as your movements became sloppy. Tommy grinned, moving to swipe his thumb over your throbbing clit. You cried out, jolting, demanding he rub your clit again and again until you were coming hard, dragging Tommy over the edge with you. He let out a harsh shout as he came, filling you up and thrusting up eagerly as your own movements slowed down.

“Christ,” you said breathlessly, dismounting him and snuggling into his side still panting as he stared at the ceiling, clearly still recovering, chest rising and falling and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. You smiled softly at him, and once you were sure you could trust your legs, you slipped from the bed to wash his seed from between your thighs and fetch some water. He sat up on his elbows, frowning.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He asked pouting. “I’m not done with you yet,”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I’ll only be gone a minute. Your child is currently playing football with my bladder,” you said, pulling your robe around you.

Tommy smiled softly as you pottered around to the bathroom, for the first time in a long while calm and satisfied. “Best had he only a minute, Mrs Shelby. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,”

[that-little-zebunny]

Shhh...

Thomas Sharpe x Wife!Reader

Warning: smut :P

YN: Thomas, where are you bringing me? We're done with the house tour for days.

Thomas: I know, Love. Just be quiet and follow me. *brings you to a very seclude corner in his workshop*

YN: I didn't know there's another room here.

Thomas: It's my safe place. Away from mother, father and Lucille. *he pulls you inside the small room with a very comfortable looking cushions*

YN: May I ask why you showed it to me? *in a whisper you said - It's your secret*

Thomas: *Tugs you in a tight embrace* this is OUR secret place now. *He whispered kissing your neck making you gasp*

YN: T-thomas... *you moaned when he bit your sensitive neck*

Thomas: Shhh my wife.*he shushed you putting his index finger on your lips* No noises, Lucille might hear us. *he said before lifting you up and sat down, you on his lap*

YN: I am loving this secret place...hmmm... *you said kissing him hard. your hand went down to touch his hard cock pulling it our of his pants* I get to have you on my own.

Thomas: *moans*

YN: Shhhh...*you mimicked him, and guided his hard cock on your wetness* be very very quiet, husband. *you winked and starts to ride him. not sure if you can both keep the noises down*

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works in progress

So that y'all have an idea of what's to come, as well as what I'm gonna be up to this entire month of November as we get into my NaNoWrimo era. And also so that I have something to guide my brain because otherwise I'm gonna be extra fucking lost lmfao.

secret notes parts 7 & 8 – we're in the final two chapters of the main story, but seeing as I have more songs in my playlist and also an epilogue in mind, this won't quite be the end.

relinquish the crown – a 3-chapter 'arc' is coming, starting with something mentioned at the end of 'intrusive thoughts' about YN planning a festival, and ending at the masquerade ball that she's planning to culminate the festival. all 3 chapters will take place at a time when she's got the hots for Loki so this should be really interesting

collab series – i've been working on a story with one of my fellow Loki writers. 12 parts. and we have some ancillary media to accompany the story. and videos.

untitled Kilgrave vs Loki story – still deciding on how many parts this story will be, and how dark I want this to get, but right now what I'm willing to share is this: Kilgrave is holding you captive in an undisclosed location and the Avengers consult with Jessica Jones to gain some knowledge on their new adversary

Midnights-inspired oneshots – 2 Loki x Reader, 1 Hiddles x Reader, 1 Magnus Martinsson x Reader, 1 Jonathan Pine x Reader, 1 Thomas Sharpe x Reader…and at the moment i still haven't decided if that's the final roster of stories i have planned inspired by the album

other song-inspired oneshots – i've been listening to the Treehouse album by He Is We, and all I have to say is that I'm definitely looking into creating stories for some of those songs.

Locksmith – a Hiddles x Reader story inspired by the song Locksmith by Sadie Jean. either gonna be a long oneshot, or a multi-part. i haven't decided yet.

winding road of redemption – the series that starts with 'men like you' and "ends" with 'revisiting Stuttgart'. yes, that's really turning into a series. yes, the story points have already been plotted.

'everything' taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @imalovernotahater @mygfloki @lucylaufeyson3 @thomase1 @springdandelixn @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @laliceee @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @silverfire475 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @vickie5446 @salempoe @lokixryss @sinsandguilt @lokidbadguy @alexakeyloveloki @glitterylokislut @arch-venus25 @freefrommars @littlemortals @cakesandtom @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @peaches1958 @huntress-artemiss @lilibet261 @iobsessoverfictionalmen @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lovingchoices14 @avoliax @devilsadvocactus @purplegrrl27 @lokiprompts @sititran @imherefortomhiddleston @ladyjames78 @stupidthoughtsinwriting

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a preview of the fics that will result from the requests i've received so far, and how many parts to expect for each of them

Loki as Sorcerer Supreme – will be 2 parts

Loki time traveling to save his lover from an accident – will be 2 parts

fluffy Loki & YN poking fun at "the lion and the lamb" – will be a oneshot

Magnus x Reader workplace fluffiness – will be a oneshot

incubus Loki – will be 2 parts

meet the parents – will be a oneshot

a happy ending for Sir Thomas Sharpe – will be at least 3 parts

Magnus rescuing Reader – will be at least 3 parts

90% angst Loki x Reader – will be a long oneshot and will be tied in to the Midnights-inspired story for "Would've Could've Should've"

Requests will be open until November 15, 2022; if you want to send in yours, be sure to refer to the rules found here.

[tomhiddleston-is-mischief]

Thor: *sneezes*

Loki: Shut Up

Thor: 

Loki: I meant bless you - I’m sorry.

Thor: 

Loki: No, I’m not.

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No one:

Not a single soul:

No one on earth:

No person in the universe:

I think you get the point:

Me: Tom is my boyfriend, Loki is my other boyfriend, Thomas Sharpe is my other other boyfriend, Conrad is my other other other boyfriend...

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Tom: BOO!

Loki: *drops his book*

Loki: *scowls* why are you dressed in a ridiculous red outfit like that?

Conrad: *sighs* It's Halloween, Loki.

Tom: yeah!! Halloween!!

Loki: ...?

Tom: you're supposed to get dressed up, and stuff your face with candy!!

Conrad: I'm not dressing up.

Tom: please?

Conrad: nope.

Tom: I will make pudding for you, if you do dress up.

Conrad: ...fine.

Loki: May I have the pudding if I dress up?

Tom, smiling: yes, Loki.

Sharpe: and what can I be, Tom??

Tom: ...

Conrad: ...

Loki: ...

Bobby: ...

Sharpe: oh, wow! Just because I'm a ghost!

Tom: but you're already scary!

Sharpe: ;-;

Tom: no! Not scary! Erm...

Tom: you can be a prince?

Loki, in his prince charming costume: *grits his teeth* I am the prince.

Tom: ...sorry. erm.. can you look scary?

Sharpe: of course I can, Tom. I'm a ghost. Just give me a moment. *turns around*

Conrad, dressed as a pirate: pudding better come out of this- AH!

Sharpe: do I look good?!

Tom: ●~●

Loki, about to cry out of fear: y-yes.

Conrad, with a pale face: how 'bout we have the candy now?

Sharpe: yay!!

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Prompt List:

"I don't know whether I want to kiss you or throw you off a bridge." "Can I pick?"

"What's your plan?" "My plan what to follow your plan!"

"Can I kill him/her?" "No." "Just a little bit?"

"Well, this is a nice change of scenery." "It's a prison cell." "I was being sarcastic."

"That's an awful, horrible, and foolish idea! ...Let's do it, and see what happens!"

"They keep looking at me.." "Tell them to go away. You're mine."

"You deserve so much better than me.."

"What are you doing?" "Shh, I'm braiding you're hair."

"Hold my hand. It'll all be fine."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We can't have a crisis- my schedule is already full."

"Why are you glaring at me?" "If I try hard, you may blow up."

"Hold on, you died." "Yeah, well, it didn't stick."

"Do you trust me?"

"Are you okay?" "Yes, I am." "Stop lying to me."

Hello! Just wanted to add that I do Loki, Tom, Conrad, and Sharpe! Pls don't request smut!

If you want Sharpe, and it has to do with a scene from the movie, pls explain to me what happens, and I'll try my best bc I haven't seen most of it :)

[tomhiddleston-is-mischief]

Hello! I think I want to start writing again!

So, instead of making a prompt list, why not hear what kind of stories you guys want?

Would you, please, send in some of your story ideas? I'll then make a list of all the ideas, and have you guys ask for the ones you like most! Then, ofc, I write!

Pls do not be shy about requesting for ideas! Just pls know that I do not write smut or any dirty-minded things, since I'm 13 lol

I write about:

Tom Hiddleston,

Loki Laufeyson,

James Conrad,

And Thomas Sharpe!

Also, if you have a specific request about Sharpe that's from the movie, pls explain the scene to me, since I haven't see the whole movie yet!

Tysm! Hope to have some ideas from you guys! Xx

[tomhiddleston-is-mischief]

You know how Tumblr gets people, and lets you ask them questions???

We deserve Tom Hiddleston.

Come home to Tumblr, Thomas.