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icedthoma · 1 year

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the presence of shadows

pairing: thoma x shuumatsuban!reader

summary: this was just supposed to be a simple, one time food delivery mission. alternatively, in which you catch feelings for the kamisato clan's chief retainer (and hope he at least gets a raise, after all ayato puts him through).

notes: LMAO IM BACK did anyone miss me /hj this was literally supposed to be an ayato fic whups. i wish we got more shuumatsuban lore :(

anyways like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed ^^

"i have a very important mission for you, y/n."

"yes, my lord." you appear on one knee in front of ayato seemingly out of nowhere. "fatui? vagrants? treasure hoarders? say the word, my lord, and i'll eliminate the threat in an instant."

he chuckles quietly. "i admire your enthusiasm. perhaps this is why you are one of my most capable members of the shuumatsuban, and why i am entrusting you with this operation." your gaze is glued to the floor, but you hear a slight rustling of what seems to be some kind of cloth as ayato's well polished shoes turn to face your direction.

chancing a glance up, you're met with that trademark grin that means whatever your boss is planning, it can't be good. beckoning for you to stand, ayato holds out a bag in front of you. "deliver this to thoma, please," he says, the smile never leaving his face. "he should be at the komore teahouse around now. that is all."

you blink rapidly for several seconds, automatically taking the bag into your arms. it's warm. swallowing any questions you have, you bow slightly in acknowledgement. "yes, sir."

you're gone before ayato could say anything more, exiting his office as silently as you had entered.

domestic missions are your least favorite, and this was the first one you’ve had in a while. you love a good challenge, experiencing the thrill of a fight against those that would threaten inazuma's safety being one of the best parts of your job. a task as monotonous as delivering food...definitely couldn't compare.

you huff a sigh as you walk past the large tree in the forefront of the city where many street animals often gather, clutching the bag of food tighter in your hand while you prepare to climb the final obstacle of the many stairs leading to the teahouse. it always feels odd, strolling around in normal clothes instead of your uniform in broad daylight. your discomfort is a constant reminder that your life never was and never would be "normal" ever since the previous kamisato clan head took you in.

children are gathered around the many buildings clustered around the city's rural area, laughing and falling over themselves while they play card games and chase each other around. you can't resist the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth at the sight of them.

the work you and your comrades do is forever shadowed in darkness, your identities and history confidential even in death. none of these people relaxing in ignorant bliss will ever know of the work you do, and perhaps that's a good thing.

you finally arrive at the teahouse and greet taroumaru with a respectful nod as you make your way in. despite you being in civilian clothes, he recognizes you as one of the shuumatsuban immediately. maybe it's the kunai knife hidden in your sleeve.

none of the rooms have the blond haired retainer who's practically famous throughout the yashiro commission. you've never had the chance (or need) to meet him personally, but from what you've heard, he seems to be quite the character. all you know is his rocky history as an outlander getting settled in inazuma as well as him being allowed some level of authority over the shuumatsuban. that was certainly a surprise to you. anyone who earned the trust of ayato to that extent must be truly special.

you enter the only room that appears to have been recently in use, electing to leave the food on the table before using ninjutsu techniques to conceal yourself in a dark corner and make sure the mission is carried out to completion. a few seconds later, the door slides open and thoma walks in with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head as he sits in front of the table.

“ooh, finally, some food! i’m starving,” he says, cheerfully making to untie the bag. “how did this get in here, anyway?”

from your position blending with the shadows against the wall, your brow furrows in scrutiny as you watch thoma hum to himself about how much he looked forward to lunch today, green eyes sparkling despite the dim ambience of the room.

how come none of the accounts you’d heard mentioned him being such an absolute ray of sunshine? unacceptable.

the humming abruptly stops, and you’re snapped out of your thoughts as thoma stares down at the food you’d brought him, his mouth hanging slightly open in...disbelief? horror? he looks like he’s going through the five stages of grief all at once.

stretching up to get a closer look at the table, your eyes widen and you’re barely able to suppress a gag at what you just had the misfortune of seeing. the bag had apparently contained some kind of rice cake soup, but whatever that suspicious dish sitting in front of thoma was definitely did not deserve the title of being associated with rice cake soup.

thoma finally picks up his chopsticks and pokes at the bowl, coming up with what looks like chunks of sea ganoderma mixed with the fish that’s definitely been overcooked to a crisp.

ayato may be your boss, but you can’t defend him where his cooking skills are concerned. the scent from the open bowl wafts over to your corner, and there’s no stopping the choking cough that escapes you at the suffocating aroma. you don’t even think you can call this food.

thoma’s gaze whips over to where you’re hidden, and he blinks in surprise. “...hello?’ he calls. “anyone there?” his eyes glance over what appears to be a bare wall of the teahouse. after a moment, he shrugs and his attention returns to whatever poison you’d just delivered to him. then, for reasons beyond your comprehension, he scoops up a spoonful and brings it up to his mouth.

you may have only just met the man, but you’re pretty sure having “kamisato ayato’s cooking” written on his gravestone as cause of death is a fate too cruel for anyone. “wait--” you cry out, disguise dissipating as you seemingly spring up out of thin air. halfway through lunging towards the table you realize what exactly you’ve just done, but it’s too late now.

upon your sudden appearance, thoma jerks backward in surprise, the soup in his spoon splashing onto his lap. the two of you lock gazes, eyes wide in shock (thoma) and horror (you).

great. years of training under the shuumatsuban, and you’re rendered helpless by an awkward situation with the yashiro commission’s best housekeeper.

“i--who--” thoma starts, snapping you out of your stupor. you sprint out of the room before he can get another word out.

"napkins!” you yell, launching yourself over the counter on your way to the supply room. taroumaru lets out several amused barks at your predicament, much to your annoyance. so much for professionalism...

upon your return, thoma has already taken off the red cloth around his waist that had received the brunt of the soup’s impact. you hand him the napkins silently, face burning.

there’s no malice in his expression as he takes them from you and wipes down his clothes. “you’re one of the shuumatsuban, aren’t you?”

well, there’s no point hiding it now. “how could you tell?”

“not many people can appear like that out of thin air,” thoma points out matter-of-factly. “i’m somewhat familiar with their ninjutsu techniques myself--or at least, as much as sayu lets slip to me.” he laughs, shaking his head as he gives up on the pungent stain on his garment and setting it to the side. “either way, it’s nice to meet another one of you. i’m thoma, by the way. i’m assuming lord kamisato sent...”

“yeah. he sent the soup, and by extension myself, i guess.” you shoot a narrowed glance at where that gross dish was still sitting on the table, blissfully undisturbed this entire time. “listen, i’m sorry about your clothes. i didn’t mean to reveal myself like that without a warning. i just--uh--didn’t want you to die of food poisoning. or something.”

“oh, don’t worry. this is a...regular occurence. i’m used to it.” with that, he sits back down and goes for another spoonful.

“hold on, didn’t I just say—”

thoma swallows hard, setting the spoon to the side and looking like he’s about to throw up any second. “oh wow. this is. delicious.”

you stare dumbfounded at him. “are you insane?”

“it’s my job,” he says with a pained smile.

throwing your hands up in the air, you storm out of the teahouse is frustration. “I cant watch this anymore.”

unfortunately, luck is not on your side as ayato somehow manages to catch you despite your desperate attempts to evade him, throwing a new bag of poison in your arms and sending you off to deliver it to wherever thoma is at the moment.

today, you catch him on the outskirts of the city surrounded by what seems to be half the stray dog and cat population in inazuma. humming cheerfully, thoma distributes food among the animals, bending down to rub their soft fur as they feast.

“hello again!” he says as you approach from behind, purposefully letting your footsteps be heard. “nice day today, isn’t it?”

you sigh and hand him ayato’s latest concoction. “sorry. it’s about to get worse for the both of us.” it’s admirable how his upbeat expression doesn’t falter in the slightest as he readily takes the bag of food from you and ushers you to a spot of grass that’s not filled by any dogs or cats.

“i love coming here, you know. isn’t it nice looking at all the animals’ happy faces when i bring them some treats? ahh, i wish i could just take them all home. but i know lord kamisato would never allow it.” thoma sits down cross-legged and takes out a pair of chopsticks from the bag. “thank you for the meal!”

you watch curiously as he opens up the box inside to reveal the driest looking crystal shrimp you’ve ever seen arranged in a bed of lettuce. you’re no food connoisseur by any means, but just imagining yourself taking a bite out of one already has your mouth parched.

“lord kamisato’s cooking really sucks...” you mutter under your breath, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by the man at your side.

one cursed shrimp is already caught between his chopsticks. “i never thought i’d hear one of the shuumatsuban criticizing lord kamisato so openly!”

“i’ll only be in trouble if you snitch,” you shoot back lightheartedly, resting your chin in your hand. “you know, he didn’t order me to make sure you eat it, just to deliver it to you. why do you insist on subjecting yourself to this...this...”

“this...?”

“this absolute insult to liyue cuisine!”

thoma’s laughter is contagious, and despite your attempts to resist you find yourself laughing along at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. “oh man,” thoma says, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “i am so glad you’re the one bringing me all these.”

you choose to ignore how your heart skipped a beat at his last sentence. “i’m surprised you can still tolerate me after the stunt i pulled when we first met, not to mention how every time we’ve crossed paths has always been accompanied by ayato’s suspicious dishes,” you say instead, fishing out a second pair of chopsticks from the bag. “tell you what. if you’re so dead set on eating this stuff, i’ll eat one too. it’s only fair.”

thoma’s eyes widen as he quickly pulls the box towards him. “h-hold on,” he chuckles, “that’s not necessary—”

“too late,” you say with a grin, leaning back with one piece already between your chopsticks he hadn’t seen you steal. at his surprised expression, your growing smile becomes harder to suppress. “come on. you can’t beat a member of the shuumatsuban when it comes to theft.”

thoma leans forward to rest his chin on his palm. “…okay, you win. you shuumatsuban are really impressive, huh!”

it wasn’t often you got to hear someone other than your coworkers or ayato compliment your skills. after all, the whole point of the shuumatsuban was to remain hidden in the shadows, out of sight for the greater protection of inazuma’s citizens. whenever you completed a job, you were usually out of the scene before anyone could realize what had happened.

but as thoma stares at you with a look that could only be described as awe, you think that being acknowledged every so often maybe isn’t so bad after all.

clearing your throat, you tear your gaze away from his blinding smile and take a bite of the shrimp. “well. bottoms up!” across from you, thoma does the same.

after a solid minute of fighting for your life just to swallow one mouthful, you turn to thoma who’s face looks rather green.

“water—” you cough, rummaging around in the bag, but unfortunately it was devoid of any drinks.

thoma clears his throat several times and the color begins to return to his face. he stands up and offers a hand to you, which you gladly take as you shakily get to your feet.

“that was…”

“interesting,” you finish, attempting to subtly muffle your coughs with your fist. “archons…I think we need to unionize into a Victims of Kamisato Ayato’s Cooking organization or something.”

the two of you head to the komore teahouse, and taroumaru eyes the two of you knowingly upon your entry as he greets you with a teasing bark. “oh, be quiet,” you manage to whisper, before downing several glasses of water like you’ve been stranded in the sumeru desert.

“shall i order us some food?” thoma asks, reaching one hand over to pat taroumaru’s head affectionately. “you certainly deserve to eat a proper meal.”

ignoring how your stomach growls, it takes all your willpower to deny his offer. “thanks, thoma. but i still have a lot of work to do today that i better finish or else lord kamisato will have my head.”

“ah…” he says, the disappointment showing on his face for only a second before his signature smile is back. “i understand. would you be willing to grab dinner with me some other time? it doesn’t have to be today.”

“with you? i mean, of course i wouldn’t mind, if we both aren’t too busy…”

“then it’s a date,” thoma says it so matter of factly you found yourself nodding along before you realize what he just said.

hoping to celestia the heat in your cheeks isn’t visible, you pause on your way out the door and slowly turn back. “what did you say?”

“i, uh. said it’s a date,” he repeats with a nervous laugh. “should i not have said that? i’m sorry—”

“no! no, you’re fine,” you hurriedly interrupt, glaring daggers at where taroumaru has somehow acquired a box of popcorn and is watching this scene play out with glee. “it’s fine. i’d love that, actually..”

“then i look forward to seeing you then,” thoma calls as you exit the teahouse.

for someone who practically lived and worked in the shadows their entire life, perhaps “normalcy” wasn’t so unattainable after all.

you can almost forgive ayato for his terrible cooking. almost.

#LMAO THIS ENDING WAS SO RUSHED BYE—#it’s been like two years since I’ve posted cut me some slack #genshin impact x reader #thoma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin thoma #thoma #genshin impact thoma #genshin fluff #fluff #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #thoma genshin

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purpleopossum · 1 year

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A concept I got while watching clips

Allison helps Thomas write that terrible terrible romance book he talked about (with some constructive feedback, of course, like setting it in his own time instead of a modern world he's barely lived in and definitely doesn't understand)

It turns out... it's good. People like it. A lot. People who like bodice rippers like it because it's so dramatic and ridiculous, people who like history love the "meticulous research and attention to historical detail." (y'know, because it's written by someone who was there) It becomes a best seller, Thomas writes more books, gets to have an actual career, and that's the thing that finally makes Mike and Allison financially stable. (this of course causes ghost shenanigans, but that's not the point here)

Also bonus: Thomas finally gets the attention, recognition, and fame (albeit under Allison's name) that he so desperately craves. It doesn't fix things immediately, of course, but one day, after she's dead and his writing must come to an end, Thomas finally moves on and is at peace.

#bbc ghosts #thomas thorne #he's actually talented everyone needs to cut my baby some slack #and give him some actual feedback #i am waiting for dvds so I've only seen one episode but I am slowly watching the whole thing through clips

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alastairstom · 1 year

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Thomas really executed "Mastermind" by Taylor Swift but 100% on accident. It was all accidental. The song is him relaying the events to Alastair later to make it sound like he is a ridiculous genius and not an awkward mess.

"I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care" is like. The best and funniest line when you consider "why are you so stupid, I brush my teeth, don't tell anyone"... and the fact that Alastair’s book is The Prince.

I'm dying.

#im high so please cut this meta slack #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #taylor swift #mastermind #chot #chain of thorns spoilers #chain of thorns

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happyspookysteamer · 1 year

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Letters to a Friend

Chapter 1

Old, worn out pistons could be heard working hard in one of the most severe downpours the island has ever seen. The skies were covered in clouds, with very little to no sunlight being able to pierce them. A goods train rumbled slowly through the countryside, though it rumbled louder than usual since the train was being pulled by the Railway’s number 5 engine. Smoke was billowing through his funnel and his wheels occasionally slipped. Rain pelted his boiler and the trucks behind him groaned. “I’m staring to understand where Henry is coming from” grumbled the red engine. “Well it's the last train, afterwards we are getting you home” His driver said, patting his side affectionately. Even they couldn’t avoid getting soaked, having raincoats crudely hung over their usual work uniforms. The poor engine was exhausted and frustrated. It was bad enough having to pull a goods train, and anybody will tell you why this engine is not the biggest fan of goods trains, but he also has to work in this weather going at a painfully slow speed.

The grumbling continued till the got to the Harbor. The already bad weather turned into a thunderstorm. The already loud docks became so much louder than usual. Cranky, though working hard, grumbled even louder than James. Speaking of the red engine, when James pulled in with his goods he barely heard salty pull up beside him through the business of the docks, “LOVELY DAY RIGHT MATEY?” Yelled the dockyard diesel loudly over the noise with a grin. “NO, QUITE THE OPPOSITE!” James yelled back. The crew jumped out to find the manager, and a few men came to uncouple James from his train. Thunder crashed, and the downpour became more intense. “YOU WON'T BE MAKING IT BACK TO TIDMOUTH UNTIL THIS STORM PASSES, I’M AFRAID” Salty yelled again. James just groaned loudly.

His driver and fireman returned to his cab. “Well then, old boy, We can put you in the goods shed for now just to get you out of this rain”. James gawked in disbelief at the idea first, but at the sound of thunder he quickly reconsidered, a roof over his smoke box is better than being outside in the rain. His crew rolled him away from his train, and salty shunted his train away. James made his way over to the goods shed. His crew turned him around with a set of Y rails and backed him up until the sound of the rain no longer bounced off of his form. Steam hissed from him like a sigh of relief, trying to come down from a stressful journey. His crew came out of his cab and knowing their engine they prepared some towels to dry him off.

James looked at them appreciatively. “You did good today Jim” His driver, Vance Jordan, patted him on the buffers before climbing onto his frame and drying off his face. “Thank you, Vance, and you too Wallace” Wallace Peterson, the fireman, gave his favorite engine an affectionate pat on the boiler. James is very happy to have these two men as is driver and fireman. He loved all the crew he ever had while in service, Even the more strict Laurence, a now retired driver from the 1930s. But these two men made it a point to take care of him. They reprimanded him when he messed up, yes, but over the years they have been able to form a bond and the three are extremely close.

James practically purred as his crew dried him off, Vance being extra careful drying the scar on the engine’s face. Though the accident was years ago, the red engine is sometimes still self-conscious about it if reminded of it. Vance, seeing James’s, crestfallen face, patted his engine gently on the cheek and finished drying him off. When he finished, he sat on James’s buffer beam and looked out into the pouring rain. Wallace joined them after he finished up as well and the two men unpacked some of their leftover food, Wallace gestured to James holding up what is left of his sandwich, basically asking James if he wants it. James opened his mouth as an answer, and Wallace chucked the sandwich in the engine’s mouth with an amused smile.

They stayed like this for a while, just relaxing. James and his crew just talked about the horrible weather, some of the other engines, James’s dislike of goods trains, bootlaces and anything that could make his paint dirty. As time wore on and his crew was getting cold, they considered finding warmer shelter. “We’d have-to drop James's fire if we leave, but we still have another train to take tonight and firing him up again would be a hassle”. “Plus I don't really feel like being alone in the cold, y know, not that pleasant”. James just put in. “He’s got a point, Vance”. “Well, I don't feel like freezing either.” said Vance in return. They thought about it for a while before they ultimately thought that they find some other way to keep themselves occupied.

Then Wallace came up with a strange idea. “Why don't we write a letter to someone? I don't know, like meet someone new, just to pass the time?” “Elaborate please?” Vance followed up. “Well, I was just thinking, do you remember old Turner?” “Barely” said Vance. “Wasn't he once a driver on the Culdee fell Railway?” said James. “Yep! He used to drive Wilfred, but he suffered an injury that he had to give up his job, and during the war while in service, he had a pen-pal in America that he would write during his spare time. They became the best of friends and met after the war.”

“So you want us to just write somebody randomly?” said James skeptically. “Plus, what would we even say?” said Vance, having a similar stance to James. “It... It would kinda give us something to do to pass the time, y know? And we could, uh… write to an Engine! And their Crew! So James can also help with the letter, come on, it could be fun!” “To be fair Vance, we really have nothing else better to do at the moment, and you could watch my fire.” said James. Vance gave in.

Wallace grabs his raincoat and sprints into the rain, yelling, “I’LL BE BACK!” James and Vance wait staring back out at the pouring rain in silence till they hear running footsteps going through puddles toward them. Wallace looks poofier, this is because, as he will explain “I got us some blankets from the station to keep warm aaaand… I found this!” After he tosses the blanket that was stored in his jacket over to Vance, he also pulls out what looks like a book. “And that is?” said James. “This, my friend, is an address book that the manager let me borrow. There are railways and other companies that are in our supply chain, for example on the mainland, Spain and France. We could just pick one of the addresses, aaand just write a letter?” “To the company, Wallace?” said Vance. “I was thinking that we write to an anonymous engine, y know, slap a number on it and see if the engine and crew responds”. James looked at Vance, “We really have nothing better to do?”

Wallace pouted and sat on James’s buffer beam. He wrapped himself in his blanket and scooted closer to Vance. He pulled out a pun and paper and used the book as a hard surface to write on. “Look, let's just start off by writing down what we would say to a potential pen pal and then think about where to send it.” James and Vance looked down at the paper and pen on Wallace’s lap. He started off the letter with introducing himself, Vance and James. The red engine legitimately thought about it. “Oh well, I guess there is no harm” said James. They ended up spending quite some time on this letter. Vance constantly doting on Wallace’s Grammar and James being the one who was coming up with what to write. As they finished, it was starting to get dark. The rain let up a bit and James and his crew took the opportunity to get back to the sheds at Tidmouth, so they could warm up in the crew shed until the next train.

#its my first fic cut me some slack plz #i apologise in advance for my grammar #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte #ttte fanfic #ttte james #james the splendid engine #james the red engine #james makes a new friend #ttte oc #letters to a friend

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cammmmmm-isbored · 1 year

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Thomas Brodie Sangster ❤️

#thomas brodie sangster #actors #you all are slacking on this man #marry me #daddy sorry daddy sorry daddy sorry #newt maze runner #simon nanny mcphee

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disease · 2 years

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MARIA MCMANUS RESORT 2023

#fashion #maria mcmanus #fashion photography #fashion details #resort 2023 #thomas kelly slack #u

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lilnasxvevo · 12 days

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Slowly realizing I’m the most formally dressed person at my workplace but it’s been a month and I’ve already established my aesthetic so like I can’t just CHANGE it

#I also have no bottoms that aren’t slacks or stained sweatpants so slacks it is #‘Thomas why do you only—‘ because jeans are the DEVIL #‘ok but you could buy some sweatpants that aren’t stained’#well for some reason my sweatpants never stay undamaged for very long. shrug

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osachiyo · 8 months

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Men who treat you so damn nice. Cradling you gently as he stuffs his huge cock inside your aching cunt, practically bullying himself inside of your little hole as you sob :( But it's okay, he'll shush you gently all while wiping your precious tears away. Muttering soft words of praise as he bottoms out completely. You're already panting like a bitch in heat before he even starts thrusting. He knows you are sensitive. He knows he made you cum too many times on his tongue, the bottom half of his handsome face still sticky with your sweet arousal, god was it sinful. He also knows you're his big girl, aren't you? You'll take it for him, right?

"G-god..you're taking me so well, pretty girl," he moaned, rocking his hips against yours as he held you against his chest. You were mewling and clawing at him pitifully, your little cries of "can't- baby.. 's too much!" He shushes you gently, his brain foggy from the grip of your tight cunt around him. His fingernails were digging into your plush hips, leaving small crescent marks. Throwing his head back as his thrusts increase their pace, rough fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing circles on the small bud as he groans. Your orgasm crashed into you like a truck, your eyes almost rolling back behind your closed lids as your jaw slacked. You felt his thrusts grow sloppy before-- "fuck!- oh shit..." A low growl rumbled in his chest, his cum spurting into you in ribbons as you both came down from your highs.

KAZUHA, diluc, VENTI, THOMA, childe, dazai, SIGMA, shoyo, nishinoya, DAICHI, WELT, jing yuan, DIAVOLO & any of your faves

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

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sh1-n0bu · 2 months

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 31: dressed up/in costume with everyone from hsr and genshin impact

warnings: dressed up/in costume, lingerie, maid costume, slight exhibitionism, cock/strap traditions, creampie, overstimulation, degrading, praise, hair pulling, oral, fingering, belly bulge, dacryphilia, brat taming, collaring, usage of toys, master kink, size/reverse size kink, tentacles, roleplay on some, slapping, squirting, bondage — shit is messy and a lot so enjoy it my fellow hornies. i sold my soul for this

notes: some characters has been left out due to uncertainty of their ages. i included characters that i think have been canonically proven as an adult and of age!! dainty chain divider belongs to @/cafekitsune

laid over the table, spread out with the maid dress in a mess, your sweet darling couldn’t handle it further as they come into your mouth again. shaking thighs coming around your head in a vice grip, slurred words and sobs of “p-please! mashter, can’t take more…! unghhh… guhcck♡︎” coming out of their mouth as they shake their head. sweet little maid of yours, can’t even hold their arousal back.

it was such a cute dress too! reaching their knees, frilly at the ends, soft and comfortable fabric. without a panties to cover their dripping arousal as it rolls down their thighs of course. too bad your maid was so incompetent and couldn’t hold themselves back.

it didn’t help that the vibrator inside them was buzzing away at the highest setting. sitting snuggly deep inside them as they try to fulfill their new role of being your maid. it didn’t last long when the vibrator hit their sensitive spot — that one spongy spot inside them that caused them to let out an uncharacteristic squeal, dropping the cup of coffee on the carpet as their hand goes down to push the maid dress’ skirt between their legs. legs shaking, thighs rubbing together, you knew that reaction.

reaching a hand out, you pull their chin up to force them to look at you. what a cute look on their face. all flush and red, biting their lips, eyes tearing up at their own oversensitivity. unable to hold themselves back any longer, your maid clutches at the edge of the table tightly as they come into the insides of the dress with a debouched moan.

that’s what led to this. being ate out as they lay spread on your table. gods, the vibrator was still deep inside them, flush against that one spongy spot. they really can’t handle more stimulation, their poor mind would shatter and their body would break! they already were with their hands flying everywhere, trying to grasp something to stabilize themselves as tears just continue to roll down their pretty red cheeks. jaw slack open in a silent scream as they come into your eagerly awaiting mouth again.

“mAS—! masterehhh…♡︎♡︎ p-please… no moowwhree!! can’t— ♡︎♡︎ can’t!” they cry out again, slurred gibberish continuing to fall out of their drool covered lips as they squirt into your mouth. not good. you really have to teach your poor maid a lessen on discipline.

wriothesley, capitano, jean, ganyu, diluc, childe, yun jin, kazuha, sucrose, aether, xiao, layla, kaveh, kirara, furina, thoma, albedo, baizhu, charlotte, ayato, navia, blade, dan heng, himeko, luocha, sushang, gepard, bronya rand, caelus, argenti, hanya, march, natasha, topaz, tingyun

“n-no no, please wait—! t-too much, i just aaahng—! just came♡︎♡︎!!” your lover let out a squeal, kicking their legs weakly against your hips, hands smacking against your shoulders to try and slow you down just a bit so they can get their mess of a mind back in place. the large bell attached to the front of their collar jingles at each movement, your sweet pet keening as they feel the familiar warmth of your cum being fucked deeper into their insides.

it was their fault to begin with. acting so high and mighty, being bratty and even downright refusing to acknowledge your presence. so, it would only be understandable to dress them up in their appropriate clothes according to their attitude and teach them a lesson right? by clothes you meant nothing except for the cute fake cat ears atop their head and the collar around their neck with a large bell attached to the front.

so what was their problem now? it was them who started this little game with acting high and mighty in the first place to see who would show themselves to be in charge of the relationship, as they put it.

“stupid kitty. i told you to keep your voice low, didn’t i?” you hiss in anger, stopping your thrust completely with your cock sitting snug inside their warm walls. crying about it being too much and yet going ahead and daring to whine in loss at the feeling of your movements stopping. what a demanding pet you had.

with a click of your teeth, you pull out a small ball gag from the nightstand at the side before putting the gag into their mouth and fastening the buckle. they tried to say something, probably something to deny your words or the muzzle, but you make no effort to let them continue their bratty behavior.

pulling out completely, you watch quietly as the large amount of cum you fucked inside their pretty hole comes gushing out. white, transparent colored fluid dripping out of their sensitive, puffy hole, dripping down onto the bed sheets as your lover shifts and squirms on the bed. they felt so exposed under your scrutinizing gaze.

with a light smack to their thigh that got them whining, you prop their legs open further as you watch the cum seep out of their hole. how fucking delicious. slowly easing your tip back in, your gaze shifts to their facial expression. red in the face and ears, drool and tears slipping down their face and onto the pillow. they looked so pathetic as their glossy eyes try to focus on you.

“quiet kitty. learn your lesson” you remind them before thrusting the rest of the strap inside. immediately, they throw their head back, toes curling as they scream into the ball gag. ah, they came from just that too.

jing yuan, sampo, kafka, fu xuan, silver wolf, dr ratio, seele, aventurine, black swan, serval, qingque, faruzan, heizou, wanderer, venti, kaeya, alhaitham, cyno, lisa, ayato, furina, hu tao, yelan, eula, lyney, xianyun, albedo, itto, kaveh, childe, dottore, pantalone

going out for a halloween party wasn’t exactly the most brightest idea, you realized. especially with your lover who — for some reason — decided to wear a fluffy skirt witch dress. accompanied by the iconic witch broom and a pointy tipped hat sitting atop their head. but there was a problem. your lover was feeling a bit mischievous today it seems as any moment of privacy or when the two of you meet eyes over the room and the blaring song, they would wink and slowly slip their skirt up until showing you that they were wearing a laced underwear.

at first, your reaction was like any other lovers’. flushing cheeks, looking around to make sure no one else saw and giving them a flustered smile accompanied by a thumbs up or so. until it got old real fast as they keep making sexual gestures. so, who’s to blame you when you finally had enough and drag your lover off to some random empty room of the place, lock the doors and shove your lover onto the bed, sexually frustrated and ready to fuck them stupid.

happy that their request was being accepted and their secret plans working, they tried to play the role of ‘damsel in distress’. moaning about how cruel you are for shoving them down, mean for tearing off their panties and how you were acting like a hungry wolf. to which you only rolled your eyes at and pushed a finger inside their already — not so surprisingly — lubed and spread open hole.

“shh, darling. there are other people in the room next door” you whisper, quietly chuckling as your lover only nods dumbly, mouth full of your fingers, suckling on them to keep their shrill moans quiet as your cock continues to split them open. too many rounds, too much pleasure and the cute ring of white around your strap was a nice reminder of how easily they got fucked dumb.

angling your hips, you thrust inside their still tight hole again, this time successfully hitting their sensitive spot. immediately, they twitched and kicked their legs before wrapping it around your waist, pushing your tip deeper inside to kiss that spongy muscle again and again as they cream around your cock once more.

jing yuan, tingyun, hanya, dan heng, dan heng il, argenti, asta, guinaifen, kafka, luka, march, sampo, serval, topaz, stelle, gallagher, yukong, acheron, dr. ratio, albedo, alhaitham, itto, beidou, dehya, eula, hu tao, kaeya, lisa, lyney, heizou, childe, scaramouche, tighnari, venti, yae miko, yanfei, yelan, sandrone, capitano

“a-anhh… you sure about this, darling?” your lover asks with stuttered breath, naked, back on the bed with their legs spread out as a few slimy tentacles slowly curl around their legs, starting from their ankles as they slowly and tentatively make their way up their bare skin. you hum comfortingly, their head on your lap as you squeeze their hand gently as a way of reminding them there’s nothing to be hesitant of.

recently, you went to the sex shop you visit to see what was new there. the shop owner — having already become acquainted with you and your lover due to your frequent visits — offered you a new “toy”. tentacles, in a small square box. they said something about it being a prototype and gave you a mini book about guides, how to use it, what and where the creature was made from etc etc. after a careful amount of research and preparation, you decided to buy it. and now here you were, having talked with your lover about the new “toy” you brought and wondering if they would be okay with trying it out with you.

of course, if anything were to go slightly bit wrong, you wouldn’t hesitate to take over and put the slimy thing back into its box.

“i’m sure it’ll be fine, love. after all, we read through the user guide enough times and even contacted the shop owner. now just relax” you comfort them, one of your hands running through their hair to soothe them. tilting their chin up, you lean down to place a soft kiss on their lips just as they let out a startled whine.

looking down, you could see that the tentacles were now gently prodding at their slicked hole. you had already prepared them beforehand just in case the prototype would be too harsh. seeming to have felt that they were loose, the tentacle slowly pushes itself in. more and more as the long, girthy thing disappears into their hole as your lover stutters of it feeling a bit odd.

“should i take it out then?” you ask, a hand over their belly where a cute little bulge was made due to the sheer size of the thing pushed inside. your lover only shakes their head, a drawn out moan following when you gently push on the bulge. gods, it was a big one.

“n-no… no need. it just feels… new and unfo—eeeck!!” their voice is cut off by a shriek when the tentacle starts to pump itself in and out, seemingly hitting their little bundle of nerves inside them. judging by how much your lover was thrashing their legs, trying to close them, you could guess how deep the tentacle was reaching.

“tsk tsk. darlin’ if you wanna feel good, you gotta keep your legs open, y’know?” you click your teeth, about to reach over before stopping. curious, you watch as the tentacle seemed to double or triple as two other emerge, pushing their legs apart. huh, there was no warning of the creature being able to duplicate itself.

taken aback by how relentless the creature was in fucking into their spongy spot, your lover keens. shaky hands going down to try and push them away before you pry their hands off softly. feeling betrayed, they let out a whine. turning to look at you with tears brimming in their eyes.

“[n-name]! th-they gcck! they’re b-bullying meeeehh♡︎♡︎ t-these aaanh gyuck!! things a-are bullying me♡︎♡︎” they sputter out, tripping over their words as fat globs of tears fall down their cheeks. not long after, their legs shake and twitch, back arching off of the bed so prettily as they squirt on the bedsheets. even then, the tentacle doesn’t stop. instead, it only seems to speed up its movements with renewed vigor as if wanting to make your lover squirt more.

“aaAAGH—! c-can’t!! [name] make it sto—aanh aangk♡︎♡︎ j-just came… s-sensitiiivvee♡︎” your lover drawls out, mind already starting to blank out as their hands tug on yours to ground themselves. you simply shush their loud mewls with a kiss, hearing the filthy squelching noise of the tentacle fucking your lover as you simply let the “toy” continue. this was a good purchase.

gallagher, caelus, dan heng, ruan mei, yingxing, asta, fu xuan, himeko, luka, natasha, welt, zhongli, yanfei, xiao, lumine, tighnari, childe, kokomi, nilou, neuvillette, mona, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, keqing, ganyu, kaveh, diluc

lately, work has been becoming more and more exhausting. it was just simply too much. too much pressure, too much workload, too much stress. and your lover seemed to have noticed it. i mean, who wouldn’t? with the way you’re constantly slouched over, dragging your feet as you trip over your words. and those dark eyebags too.

so, they simply thought of a nice way to help you destress. to help you take your mind off of work for at least the night.

putting on one of the few lingeries they own — more specifically, the one you bought for them on one of their birthdays — they quietly make their way into the room that works as an office whenever you decide to work from home. scattered papers, broken pens and pencils lying about with you yourself looking like a corpse sitting amongst them, your lover felt their heart ache.

you were nearly falling asleep on your seat when a hand was gently placed on your shoulder, jumping slightly in your seat as you turn to look at the owner. ah, your darling. wearing a beautiful lingerie as they smile at you softly. but even their smile couldn’t hide the concern in their eyes.

“oh? what’s the occasion, my love? did i accidentally saw the date wrong and missed a special day?” you ask softly, rubbing your eyes as they shuffle to sit on your lap. hands running through your hair, smoothing them out as they pepper your face with soft kisses.

“hmm no. just wanted to surprise you” they hum soothingly, draping against you so that their chest was against yours. you could almost hear your synchronized heartbeats in the silence of the room.

“don’t you think it’s about time for you to get some break from work? and i don’t mean just a five minute break, i mean a whole vacation type of break” they mumble against the crown of your head, placing your hand over their chest and letting you squeeze them. they always knew you had love for simply just touching them. a healing factor, you once teased them when they asked you why you always smush yourself against their chest. they may or may not have beat you up for that.

“mmh.. i suppose so. once this cursed documents are finished, i will definitely take a vacation type of break” you hum softly, one hand on their, massaging the soft flesh as your other draws shapes on the skin of their hips. feeling the texture of their skin on your fingers was exactly the type of grounding sensation you needed. how could you ever stop being so grateful to be theirs.

feather light touches trail from their hips to their inner thighs, making them shudder in excitement as they roll their hips to indicate they wanted your fingers already. taking their gesture with a chuckle, you push the underwear of their lingerie aside. softly rolling the tips of your forefinger over their puckering hole, you give a little experimental push inside. only to find yourself surprised at how wet they were.

“aww have you been touching yourself, love? have i been so neglectful you opted to pleasuring yourself?” you grin mischievously, grinning at the soft pink on their cheeks. they only huff and lightly swat at your shoulder, warning you not to get too cocky. you laugh in response, finding their embarrassment endearing as you slip a finger inside. not too much after, second finger follows before a third is pushed in at how loose they were.

“aaaannh.. love your fingers. they’re so much better than my own” your lover sighs out softly, quiet moans slipping past their lips that they didn’t even bother to muffle as their hips roll over your fingers. attempting to ride your three fingers inside them as their moans and whimpers grow louder in volume. you could use a de-stressing action like this more in the future.

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simplyundeniable98 · 6 months

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look at me t.s.

Pairing | Thomas Shelby x Female reader

Summary | When Mrs. Shelby requests Tommy in the room with her for the birth of their first daughter everyone is shocked. Men aren't supposed to be in the room with their wives as they give birth, it's just not how it is supposed to be... well all men aren't Thomas Shelby.

Warnings | Mentions of childbirth, pain obviously she's literally giving birth, maybe ooc Tommy? idk. Reader is a little mean to her doctors but she's in pain cut her some slack. MDNI because I said so. Foul language.

Word Count | .06k

~This is loosely based off of the scene in Queen Charlotte when they won't let George into the room to see Charlotte. If you know what I'm talking about I love you~

All dialogue in italics is spoken in Romani.

"Mrs Shelby forgive me but husbands aren't usually in the room during the birth" The doctor spoke hesitantly as his eyes flicked nervously around the room.

Everyone seemed to speak hesitantly around her. I guess that was what you get when you become a Shelby. Everyone around you is constantly terrified to tell you no or disagree. It was like being royalty in a sort of fucked up way.

Polly Gray cut the doctor a look as she walked over to you and put a reassuring hand on your forehead.

"Polly please" you cried in pain "I need him here." Nothing from the old wive tales could compare to the pain you were feeling. You had been pushing for hours now with Polly at your side but nothing was working. Your daughter simply just would not budge. Polly had made the comment early on about her already showing traits from her father.

"I don't care what usually happens. If Tommy Shelby is not in this room in the next five minutes, I will personally end you." You spoke with a hiss pointing at the doctor.

You weren't usually this aggressive, but given the fact you were in pain and used to getting what you wanted all the time, the circumstances were different.

Polly sighed as she looked down at you and began to head out of the room.

"What's wrong, is she okay?" Tommy spoke immediately as Polly exited the doors of your room.

"She's requesting you Thomas" Polly spoke in Romani so as to not alert the other doctors of your request.

"She wants me in the room with her?" He spoke hesitantly as he looked towards the door.

Polly nodded and Tommy immediately started towards the door.

"I'm sorry Mr. Shelby but I cannot allow you to be in the room." The doctor outside of your door spoke as his eyes flicked down to the floor to avoid Tommy's sharp gaze.

"Tell me, doctor, do you like your job?" Tommy spoke with a raised brow as he waited for his response.

When he didn't reply Tommy bent down to reach his gaze "Hmm? I asked you a question doctor, do you like your job?"

"Yes. Yes I like my job" He murmured still avoiding the sharp blue eyes that were currently staring daggers at the man.

"Well if you intend on staying alive long enough to keep it, I suggest you move out of my way." Tommy stood up straight and tilted his head towards the door.

The doctor nodded and stepped aside, letting Tommy enter the room. "If I hear one more word from anyone about my presence in this room, I will have a peaky blinder on each and every one of your doorsteps first thing tomorrow morning" Tommy spoke before anyone could protest.

"Tommy" you gasped as you finally laid eyes on your husband. "I've been asking for you"

"I know, I know. But I'm here now eh? I'm here now." Tommy bent down to give your forehead a kiss as you winced.

"I cant do this Tommy" you cried "I want it to be over"

Tommy's heart broke at the sight of you. His wife. He wished he could just take all of your pain away and keep it for himself.

Tommy bent down to kneel at the side of your bed as he cradled your face in his hands.

"Look at me. Hey, Look at me, love." He spoke softly as you turned your head to gaze at him with teary eyes.

"You can do this. I know you can. You are the most headstrong women I know, and ill be damned if you give up now." You giggled at his lighthearted teasing and nodded.

"And you don't really have a choice love. This baby has got to come out in one way or another." He smirked at you as you rolled your eyes at your husband.

"Okay Mrs. Shelby its time to push" Your doctor spoke as Tommy placed a kiss on the hand he had ahold of and nodded at you.

"Let's meet our daughter Mrs. Shelby."

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yesiknowimshort · 5 months

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the batfam difference between eldest child, favourite child, most highly respect child and golden child: a post…

each category of child has distinct characteristics, which is what determines such a difference in titles for bruce.

even tho bruce didn’t actually come up with this and it was all his children.

the eldest child:

- gets away with not doing chores, not showing up to things “because of other commitments”, gets handed material things.

- dick grayson

the favourite child:

- gets away with murder, could drop off contact for months and show up unannounced with a grunt as explanation and still gushed over, has the most “remember when…” or “back when they were yea high…” said about them by bruce, gets some slack given to them.

- jason todd

the golden child:

- is not suspected of murder, or not doing chores, instant assumption when someone accuses them is “they couldn’t have done it”, never blamed for anything, first sibling to be introduced to acquaintances, gets special privileges “for good behaviour”.

- duke thomas

the most highly respect child:

- gets away with witty or intellectually demeaning comments because “they’re smart enough to use them”, is given the most heart to hearts, gets “secret dad life hacks™️” the most, is always the “well when […] was your age they were-” example.

- tim drake

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asterias-record-shop · 11 months

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Okay, but Stiles finally spoiling you with a date night after weeks of working himself to the bone on his current FBI case 😭❤️👏🏻 Maybe he gets a call in the middle of the date with someone trying to interrupt (unintentionally), but tonight is all about you?

no because this is so cute!! probably going to make a pt 2 :) also, Dylan O’Brien as Thomas?? omfg

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - FBI Agent! Stiles Stilinski x Fem! Fiancée! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 1.3K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - It’s been a long fucking week, and Stiles has finally caught a break to spend time with you… until he gets a call right in the middle about the case he’s working on, but tonight is about you and nothing is going to change that.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - totally made you a spoiled princess in this, Stiles loves you too much to say no || FBI office based off of the BAU from Criminal Minds and like a little crossover || cursing I think? ||

“How’s the case coming along, Stilinski?” Agent Morrison asks, a sigh coming from Stiles’ mouth as he stares down at the stack of files on his desk.

He grins up at the man. “Absolutely delightful, Agent Morrison.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughs, looking down at his watch. “Gonna tell the missus you’re going to be home late?”

Stiles looks at the wedding band he didn’t stop playing with, sighing. “No, I’m going to go home early, actually. It’s date night.”

Agent Morrison laughs. “Date night! Date nights are good, don’t stop having those,” he looks down at his ring, sighing. “Makes the spark dim.”

Stiles sits there awkwardly for a minute. “Not too late to start them up again?”

Agent Morrison nods slightly. “You’re right. Well, your new partner is supposed to be coming in any minute, he was supposed to be here-”

“I’m here! I’m here!” A voice yells, quickly running in as they panted. “I’m here, I missed the bus.”

Stiles stares for a minute, jaw slack. “Dude, are you okay?”

“Yes! Yes I’m fine!” He walked forward. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I work with the BAU at Quantico, I’m here for Mieczyslaw-”

“Stiles,” the said man stands quickly, shaking his head. “Everyone calls me Stiles.”

Reid paused. “Stiles… Stiles Stilinski?”

“That’s what I said,” Agent Morrison stands, sighing. “Well, you both have fun. If you need anything, don’t call me.”

“We will call you as soon as we have a problem, Morrison!” Stiles yells as Morrison goes up the stairs.

“Don’t do that!”

“I’m positive I will, Morrison!”

“You do that, I’ll kill you!”

“Calling you right now sir!” Stiles smiles when he hears the door slam shut, another man stepping into the office. “That your bodyguard?”

Reid looks back and he shakes his head. “Oh no, that’s Morgan! Derek Morgan.”

Stiles hums, waiting for the other man to come to his substitute desk while he waits for everyone to clean his office.

The taller man walks over, a bright smile on his face. “You must be M-”

“Stiles!” Morrison yells out, opening his door. “Your offices are clean and Y/N is here!”

His brows furrow, it wasn’t that late was it? He opened the drawer with his phone, it was only 2:30 and he wasn’t supposed to get off until at least 5:00. “Uhm, I’m sorry, give me one second.”

When his phone rings again, he quickly answers it. “Hey honey-”

“I brought you lunch.”

He looks up, smiling when he sees you holding up a bag of food making him hang up, quickly excusing himself from his new partners. He jogs over to you, smiles wide as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your head. “Hey.”

You giggled, handing him the bag. “Hey. Made some of your favorite, just thought I’d bring it by.”

He nods, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in for a soft kiss. “You’re fucking amazing, honey.”

“I know,” you laughed as you pressed another kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you later?”

He basically pouts. “You can’t stay a bit longer?”

You shake your head, softly brushing your hand against his cheek. “Last time I stayed we fucked in your office.”

He grins mischievously. “Well my office is almost clean-”

“Behave, Stiles!” Two voices say, both yours and Morrison’s whose door was now open.

“Yeah, okay!” He yelled back, looking down at you. “He won’t know.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I still have to get back home and finish making our food for tonight.”

He really does pout this time. “You’re no fun.”

You hum. “I’ll remember that, Stilinski.” He groans dramatically before you press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you. See you later.”

He nods, smiling. “I love you too.”

It doesn’t take long for Stiles to get off, giving his number to his new partners before making his way home where you already made dinner, and for fucks sake it was delicious.

You both settled on the couch, a movie you both really weren’t paying attention to as you sat on Stiles’ lap, his hands on your hips as you leaned back into him.

He laughs as he holds your chin, pulling you back just enough for a soft kiss. “You know, I was thinking-”

“Oh well that doesn’t sound good,” you teased, making him roll his eyes playfully. “What about?”

He shrugs, leaning into the crook of your neck. “Just… you know, I get my bonus soon.”

“Right,” you say, looking back just enough to look at his eyes. “What’s up?”

“We should take a trip, or something,” he says, shrugging. “I have some paid time off, you work for yourself… what do you think?”

You smiled widely, nodding. “I think that sounds fucking amazing.”

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips again. “Perfect. And how’s our wedding coming along?”

Stiles left you in charge of pretty much everything, all he was doing was paying for it.

“Oh, good! I’m going dress shopping soon,” you say with a wide smile. “I’m super excited. Have a feeling this one will be great.”

You both had been engaged for a while, but you both wanted everything to be perfect before actually tying the knot, and Stiles wasn’t going to let you walk down the aisle in a dress you didn’t love.

He smiled, his hands sneaking around your waist as he kissed the back of your neck. “I know it will be, love. You liked that dress we saw in Mexico, right? You want to go dress shopping there?”

You gasp, quickly turning around in his lap. “You’d do that?”

He laughs. “Well, of course I will. But we need to bring an extra suitcase to make sure it fits.”

You pull him in for a firm kiss, humming. “You’re fucking amazing.”

He smiles before his phone starts to ring, pulling you closer before you finally pull away. “What if it’s important?”

He shook his head, pulling you back down. “Nothings more important than you.”

He pulled you back down for another kiss, your hands pushing into the back of his shirt before his phone continued to ring. You pulled away, sighing as you grabbed his phone and handed it to him. “Don't worry, I’ll be okay for the five minutes it takes you to talk to them.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “What if I’m not?”

You answer the phone, making him straighten. “This is Stilinski.”

“Hi Agent Stilinski, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, we met today, I’m your new partner along with Derek Morgan, but he isn’t here right now…” Reid continues to mutter, making Stiles raise a brow.

“Dr. Reid, is there a… point to this call?”

“Oh, yes! Sorry, I was wondering if you were busy right now? I found something big.”

He looks at you, your slightly sad smile as you pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “We can finish the movie later.”

“Y/N, honey-” he sighs as you go into the kitchen, rubbing the center of his forehead. “I’m sorry, Dr. Reid, do you mind if we talk about it tomorrow? I’m with my fiancée right now.”

Reid exclaims. “Oh, right! Sorry, talk to you tomorrow bye!” Reid hangs up quickly, Stiles smiling as he goes into the kitchen.

He comes behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and kissing against your temple. “Moved plans to tomorrow. We got all night, honey.”

You giggled, turning around. “I already looked at tickets to Mexico. What week are we thinking?”

“Any week you want, darling. This week is all about you.”

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inthepeakymidwinter · 8 months

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Cigarettes, Gunpowder, and Whiskey (Thomas Shelby x Reader) (Smut)

*This story is 18+ no minors interact* Summary: Thomas Shelby befriends his maid when he finds her taking books from his library. TW: Sex, Cigarettes, Alcohol Word Count: 4561 (Largest one yet!)

----------------------------------- It’s been the same routine for weeks. I finish up cleaning for the night at Mr. Shelby’s mansion. I pretend to say goodnight to the other housekeepers and then suddenly I’m sneaking myself into Thomas Shelby’s gigantic library. I hover over a million books trying to find the perfect escape from my dull life. My sunken, tired eyes don’t recognize that a man comes walking into the room followed by a puff of cigarette smoke. I turn my head and see Mr. Shelby himself in a long white sleeve Henley with black suspenders to match his black slacks. It finally hits me that I’ve been caught, and I am on the verge of fainting from anxiety. “Having fun?” He asks. I hold my breath as Mr. Shelby walks up and swiftly pulls the book from my hand to read the cover. “Not a good one” He stated.

“And if I happened to like that one?” I questioned him with a cherry red blush spreading across my face.

“I’ve been aware since you started taking books Y/N…trust me when I say that you would find that one rather boring” He spoke low and soft whilst his thumb lightly caressed my cheek. I looked up at him in awe. If it had been anyone else, I’d probably kick them in the shins but there was something about Thomas Shelby that made me melt unlike anyone I’ve seen before.

“So…you’re stalking me?” I inquired.

“Only when you’re stealing” He chuffed. “Fair enough…you have any recommendations Mr. Shelby?” I stared at his darkened blue eyes that paired so well with his short dark hair. In the dim lighting he still looked picture perfect, and it was unfair.

“Quite a few” He licked his lips and walked towards different bookshelves, picking out certain books that piqued his interest.

Once he finished, he set about five books on his desk and went to fetch a whiskey from his mini bar. As he poured the drink I walked over to the desk and looked at the books on the desk. “These seem awfully long Mr. Shelby” I said as I picked through the different books.

“Well, you’ll be working here for a while, yes?” He prodded.

I nodded my head and flipped through a few pages of the first book I picked up…Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. A romance novel. “Romance?” I questioned.

“Something against it?” He implored.

“Not at all, I just…didn’t think you would be for it” I spoke softly.

“Neither for nor against it. It’s honest. It’s secretive, passionate. Loyalty seems to be a big theme” He said before walking over to me and pinning me up against the desk. I was practically sitting up on the desk trying to get my grip together as he leaned in and asked, “You think you’re loyal, Y/N?”

“I like to think so Mr. S-Shelby” I croaked. Thomas nodded his head and stepped back to sip his whiskey once more. Relieving me of the awful feeling of the wooden edge of the desk imprinting on my thighs.

“I’m sure you are… we’ll finish this another night” He claimed and walked out the door with his whiskey. Leaving me in a room full of books to read for the night. I felt like I could finally breathe. --------------

A few nights later, I found myself one night in my bed with one of the books Mr. Shelby suggested, Dracula. It had been keeping me busy for quite some time. I was engrossing myself further into the pages when the old housekeeping bell to my room was going off, ordering me to the kitchen quarters. I walked into the kitchen with my silk night gown on and a long-sleeved cardigan. I was so tired and could barely see in the dark. As I walked deeper into the kitchen, I spotted Mr. Shelby sitting at the kitchen nook with a glass of whiskey by his side.

“Mr. Shelby? Are you alright?” I turned the kitchen light on and walked towards him.

“Never better…Which book tonight?” He questioned.

“Dracula this time” I said sheepishly.

“Didn’t think you’d be interested in that one…Read it to me?” He requested. I nodded at him with a smile and pointed to the library with a raised brow. He nodded and we both tried not to make the hardwood floors creak as we snuck to the library. I turned back around to face him and noticed a grin on his face.

“What is it” I asked. “I just never thought these books would make anyone this happy. I’ve had them for years and they have yet to be read by someone other than myself” He gushed. “They help me pass the time” I explained and began to get comfortable on the red couch in the library. I tried hard to find my spot without thinking about Thomas looking at me as I flipped through pages. He sat down on the couch beside me and pulled out a cigarette. I found my place and looked back at Thomas who happened to be eagerly awaiting my reading. His bottom lip tucked behind a front tooth as he looked back on me with anticipation. I was jealous his lip couldn’t be one of mine. I shied away from his gaze and focused back onto the book, trying hard not to corrupt my own reality. "If that other fellow doesn't know his happiness, well, he'd better look for it soon, or he'll have to deal with me. Little girl, your honesty and pluck have made me a friend, and that's rarer than a lover, it's more selfish anyhow. My dear, I'm going to have a pretty lonely walk between this and Kingdom Come. Won't you give me one kiss? It'll be something to keep off the darkness now and then. You can, you know, if you like, for that other good fellow, or you could not love him, hasn't spoken yet."

I read to Thomas aloud with my heart racing. He knew something was up when I stopped reading, he gently put a finger under my chin and brought me to meet eyes with him. “Another romance” He spoke lowly.

“You have a pattern with books Mr. Shelby?” I inquired with a soft blush forming onto my cheeks.

“Only with you” He admitted. I bit my lip and went back into reading, trying not to analyze his words. I wanted more but didn’t like rejection. I preferred to keep my feelings below the surface as much as possible. We spent the rest of the night together reading further into the book and having moments to ourselves. Eventually both of us drank glasses of whiskey and got comfortable enough to be laying on one another. My head resting against his chest as I read, trying to keep my heart from pounding out of its chest. "We want no proofs. We ask none to believe us! This boy will some day know what a brave and gallant woman his mother is. Already he knows her sweetness and loving care. Later on he will understand how some men so loved her, that they did dare much for her sake.

JONATHAN HARKER” I closed the book and sighed. Another ending. Another time I’m brought back to reality. I got up off of the couch and put the book away onto one of the large bookshelves. Thomas got up right behind me, getting closer as I continued to take a deep breath and marvel at all of the books around me. He placed his arms around my waist, wrapping himself against my small figure. My cheeks began to heat up.

“I think we can call it a night, don’t you?” He asked. I began to sink back into him and breathed in the smell of Thomas Shelby. Cigarette, gunpowder, and whiskey. A scent that is begging for death and yet so intoxicating to anyone near him. It grabs your attention like a lost puppy you see wandering a busy street. He let his right arm free and gently moved my hair back behind my shoulder. I had chills run up my spine. Thomas placed soft kisses against the crook of my neck. It all felt so natural, something I could get used to. “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted you Ms. L/N” Thomas pressed up against me with his hand running up against my breast. I moaned lightly as he kissed up my neck, making me tilt my head to the opposite side.

“T-Thomas” I breathed out. He caressed my right breast as he gently sucked and bit my neck. Driving me into an unexpecting madness. He spun me around smoothly so I faced him and brushed the hair out of my face, gently caressing my cheek afterward. I looked up at his sauntering blue eyes and bit my lip.

“Don’t do that” He ordered. I let go of my lip and was instantly met with his lips on mine.

I reciprocated his drunken kisses with welcoming lips. He held the back of my head, pushing it towards him more with every kiss, making sure he stayed in control. I fell right into him, and with it I felt a hardening in his pants. He broke the kiss to start taking his button up shirt off and with it he happened to lift up my silk white night gown. Thomas proceeded to kiss me, biting my lip as we’d break kisses to come up for air. He pressed my back up against the bookshelf. His hand slid up my thigh to meet my core over my embarrassing beige grandma underwear. I felt overwhelmed and completely unprepared. His hands guided themselves and rubbed against my clit in circles with the perfect amount of pressure. As Thomas played with me, he simultaneously licked and sucked sensitive spots on my neck that I didn’t know existed. I panted and whined as he kept going faster with each stroke. “I’m going to make you cum more than anyone else ever will” He growled. I moaned louder as he slid between my underwear and I got to feel his actual fingers on my pussy. It sent me into a spiral and I only craved more of him. His eyes grew wide as he heard me squeal. He stopped rubbing for a moment and placed his other hand over my mouth. “You have to stay quiet until I take you to the bedroom” Thomas ordered. I nodded my head, my core flooding as his hand stayed on my mouth. “Good girl” He praised and continued massaging my warmth.

It was a matter of minutes before he used his fingers so fiercely that I felt like I was about to explode. I rocked my hips against his hands, and I felt two of his large fingers slip into my vagina. I almost screamed in that moment, and my eyes squeezed shut. I was met again with the pressure of his hand upon my mouth and all I could do was moan into his hand as I felt his fingers plunged into me. “You like that my girl? You gonna cum, eh?” He asked me as he sped up his pace. I whined incessantly. His two fingers curled inside of me, hitting my g spot as he kept plunging into me. I moaned harder with each pump of his fingers and felt like I was going to burst. “Cum for me baby girl” Thomas instructed. I felt his fingers thrust faster and my hips rocked up against them until I felt my body clench up around him. I opened my mouth as much as I could and whimpered. “Cum baby” He repeated. It took one more slam of his fingers for my back to arch and release juices against his fingers. I felt so weak and embarrassed, I refused to look up at him. Thomas slipped his fingers out of me and uncovered my mouth. He saw me looking down at the floor and took a thumb to my chin to lift my face up so I was forced to look at him. “You gonna taste yourself?” Thomas questioned my reddened face. He put the fingers that were just inside of me up to my mouth. “Open up” Thomas ordered with a stern voice. I opened my mouth wide and didn’t close it until his two fingers were touching the middle of my tongue. “Suck” He insisted, looking me dead in the eye as serious as possible. I made sure I sucked his fingers as deeply as possible, doing anything to please him. He bit his lip as I did my best to clean his fingers off. Thomas slid his fingers out of my mouth and licked his lips. “Your ass is coming to my bed” He spoke.

“Yes sir” I mumbled with a deep blush spread over my cheeks. Thomas lifted me up by the waist and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled as he walked out of the library and dropped me off in front of the giant staircase. “Go up, I’ll be there in a second” He insisted while giving me a light smack on my ass. I was flustered and embarrassed, feeling the anxiety from the possibility of one of the staff catching me with Mr. Shelby alone.

I walked up the stairs, trying my best not to make them creak. Once I was in the hallway, I noticed a door halfway shut and walked into the room that I hadn’t explored yet. There was a lamp that dimly lit the entire room. I spotted a huge king sized bed covered with pillows, two big dressers and even a large couch in the middle of the room. If this wasn’t Thomas’ room I’d be shocked. I stepped towards the couch and saw another door. The room had no lights on, and the door was once more halfway shut, so I decided to let myself in. I looked for a lightswitch beside the door and turned on the lights. It was a giant bathroom. A large, clawfoot bath tub and a shower besides it. I smiled to myself, I hadn’t seen a bathtub this nice before. “You should get in” Thomas scared me with his presence. I jumped in my slippers and he fully saw this embarrassing moment. I looked at him with my hand over my heart and he started to smile. “Did I frighten you” He smirked, coming closer to wrap his arms around me. I nodded at him, fully embracing the way he enveloped me in his arms. “I brought us more to drink, do you want me to run you a bath?” He asked me.

“Sure” I agreed. He let go of me softly and began to prepare the water. Once the water began to run, Thomas excused himself out of the room to get some drinks and a towel for the bath. By the time the bath was halfway full I decided to shimmy off my silk nightgown and surprise him.

Thomas came back with a cigarette in his mouth and a glass of whiskey in hand. When he saw my nude body his cigarette fell out of his mouth. “Oh fuck me” He spoke and went after the cigarette that fell on the tiled floor. When he came back up, I gazed at him with a smile.

“Thank you for the whiskey” I smirked and stole the glass from his hand, taking a small sip before handing it back.

“Where have you been, Y/N” He put his hand against my face, stroking his thumb against my cheek. I looked up at him, biting my lip.

“All of the wrong places I suppose” I mumbled out. He ran his thumb across my bottom lip before stepping away, putting the cigarette out on the ashtray conveniently placed on his bathroom counter.

He placed the glass of whiskey down on the counter next to the ashtray, then turned back to me.

“I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you here, eh?” He promised, moving in closer to me. I nodded my head. “I’d like that” I croaked out. He leaned down, crashing his lips against mine for only a single time. Then placed kisses down my neck, onto my collarbone, and down towards my chest.

“You’re a fucking goddess” He hummed against my breast, then began to kiss my nipple and suck gently, swirling his tongue in circular motions. As he went to my other breast, I involuntarily let out a moan and that forced Thomas to look up at me with a smirk. He knew he was doing something right. I continued to whimper as he kissed and sucked on my other breast, but I soon became unprepared as he started kissing down my stomach. Soon ending his rampant kisses at the start of my pussy, I couldn’t bear to hold in another sound. “You okay?” He asked me kindly. I looked down at him and his perfectly tousled black hair.

“More than okay” I let out. He nodded and continued with his playful schemes.

Slowly he licked my clit and I let out a high pitched whimper involuntarily. As he continued I got more used to the warm feeling of his tongue down on me. I let myself go into the pleasure of Thomas’ tongue and was riding a high that I had never felt before. He licked down my slit, diving into my entrance with his tongue, causing my legs to shutter. Thomas knew I was crumbling and immediately stopped what he was doing. I almost cried at his immediate stop until I saw his pitch black eyes come up from below me. He kissed me immediately and I met his lips with the same immense desire. He pushed me up against the counter behind us and slipped his tongue into my mouth playfully. I followed his movements, slowly dancing with his tongue against mine. Suddenly, I felt his hands against my ass and he swiftly lifted me up on top of the counter. He finished our kiss before spreading my legs with his hands and moving back down between my legs. I cried out as he continued lapping up my wetness, shortly finding myself in the same position I was in earlier. I tried to grasp his hair with my hands thinking he would slow down but that just made him hungrier for more.

“T-Thomas” I cried out but it was no use. I was close to orgasm and he wasn’t fighting me from the deep release. I felt my stomach tighten and knew I was a goner. As I moaned out louder, Thomas began to move his tongue left to right quickly, making me tighten up. “Thomas p-please” I cried again. His tongue was no match for me, and I felt myself cum as he kept licking me. I gasped as he kept licking. He wanted every ounce of juice for himself and all I could do was whimper and cry out to him. He licked my slit once more before looking at me. I was a lousy, panting, naked mess. “You tasted amazing” He licked his lips. “You kill me, Thomas Shelby” I shook my head and smiled. He smiled back at me and stood up. “Want a bath now?” He asked me with his hand out for me to hold. I nodded at him.

“If I can even stand” I giggled, making note of my shaking legs. “I got you, come here” Thomas scooped me up from the bathroom counter, lifting me bridal style and softly letting me down into the warm bath. “I don’t want to…but I’ll let you rest for a minute. I’ll be in the other room finishing up some papers from work. Just come out when your ready” Thomas spoke, giving me a kiss on the forehead and leaving me to be by myself. I didn’t expect Thomas Shelby to be so caring, or even so mature. Nobody has ever given me this amount of care after anything sexual. I lay back into the bathtub, sinking in down to my shoulders, properly relaxed. After a while in the bathtub, I noticed my legs stopped shaking and I was ready to settle down into bed. I popped up the drain for the bathtub and carefully lifted myself up from the bath, grabbing the towel hanging on a hook off the wall.

I wrapped myself and stepped out of the bath, turning off the bathroom lights and heading into the main bedroom. I saw Thomas at his desk, seriously glancing down at his papers with his rounded glasses on. “It’s not all just reading books all day is it?” I asked from the corner of the room. He turned around and looked at me with tired eyes.

“Unfortunately…come sit” He insisted and patted his lap. I nodded and walked up to his desk, I glanced at his paperwork. Tons of papers full of writing, about racehorses, financial audits, and taxes. It looked to complicated for me to make sense of, especially at this hour of the night. I sat on his lap and leaned against his chest. “I do a lot of horse races, and bets…I’m trying to make my family the first legitimate race business” He mumbled out.

“Well, trying is better than nothing” I murmured. He let out a “Hmm” and began to place one of his hands on my thigh as he read a paper in his other hand. The hand on my thigh moved up inch by inch. The further he read his paper the higher his hand went. Thomas turned the page of the paper and slid his hand up towards my pussy. I gasped softly, unprepared for him to want to touch me again. “You need me to fuck you on the bed, eh little one?” He asked me with a deep voice. I moaned out softly as he kept touching me. “You need to tell me baby” Thomas ordered. “Y-yes” I whimpered. “Say yes sir” He ordered again. Rubbing my clit softly, teasing the hell out of me. “Y-ye-yes sir” I struggled to speak as he kept stroking with a steady speed. “Good girl” He praised me before stopping his strokes and lifting me up off of his lap. Thomas removed my towel and stood up. He pointed to the bed and I walked over to it, letting my self sit on the edge. Thomas pushed me down gently and spread my legs. “You okay with another round?” He asked me gently. I nodded my head and saw his eyebrow raise. “What’d I tell you?” He asked. “Yes sir” I told him. Thomas nodded and leaned down, hovering his body over mine. He gave me a gentle kiss on the lips before sliding down towards my core once more. I held my breath as I knew what he was about to do. He kissed down my mound before slowly using his tongue against my folds. I grabbed. His hair once more and I cried out his name. He stopped his licking to grab my wrists and place them to my sides. He held down my hands as he kept licking and sucking on my clit. I was overstimulated and about to burst, but before I could I felt his hands release mine and he came up for air. “You ready for me?” He questioned me.

“Y-yes sir” I moaned out, gazing deeply into his blue eyes.

“Good girl” He praised once more before unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants off, revealing an enormous bulge in his boxers. My eyes darted from his boxers to his eyes. “See something you like?” He smirked. I blushed hard and slid myself up in the bed. Adjusting my head to the pillow, trying to prepare myself for whatever he was about to put me through. He removed his boxers and sprung his large cock free. I looked back up to him again, but this time a bit apprehensive and he could sense it. “We’ll go slow okay?” He promised me. I nodded at him and he leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips. He smiled into this kiss and began to lock lips with mine. As he did this he also reached his hand down to rub my clit softly, making me buck my hips and squirm against his hardened bulge. He kissed me deeper with each stroke of his hand, slowly entering his tongue into my mouth and having to battle me for dominance. I began to moan into each kiss and with a random kiss he slid his hand away, using it to guide his cock slowly into my pussy. I nearly yelped as his thickness filled my entrance. He pushed further inside of me, giving me time to adjust to the size of him. I moaned more into his kisses until he pulled away to kiss my neck. “You’re so…tight, Y/N…fuck” He groaned as he thrusted into me. Suddenly the pain turned to pleasure and I welcomed every one of his thrusts.

“Th-Thomas…Pl-Please” I cried out as he increased his speed. His thrusts grew faster with each of my moans. I wanted him more than I ever thought I did. He kept steadying his pace, each thrust of his cock made my toes curl and suddenly I felt myself about to release.

“You gonna cum on my cock babygirl?” Thomas asked as he kept thrusting, speeding his thrusts up to match my cries.

“Y-Yes sir” I whined, feeling him bottom out into me.

“Cum for me, Y/N” He insisted as he kept his fast pace. I cried out in pleasure with each thrust. I couldn’t help but to give in to his massive size. My muscles clenched as he pulled out and pushed into me with his full size. I nearly died with his pace. My body started giving in to him, and as he thrusted one last time I came onto him. “Good girl” He kissed my neck and sucked hard, giving a hickey in the process. I panted as he kept going, but this time slowing down his pace. “You’re gonna make me cum, babygirl” He groaned and leaned down to kiss me. This time he bottomed out into me and picked up his pace, grunting with each thrust, I could tell he was close. “Fuck, Thomas” I whined and unintentionally clenched up around him. He grunted harder and bottomed out into me once more before quickly pulling out and spilling himself onto my stomach. His six pack clenched up as he went to stand up off of the bed. I looked at his abs and then back to him. He winked at me and walked towards the desk where my bath towel hung off of his office chair. As he returned, he wiped off his cum off my stomach and threw the towel on the floor.

“Get under the blankets now, princess…Get some rest. You need it” He insisted and kissed me one last time before lifting the blankets up and placing them over me. Thomas then slid into bed beside me and turned off the lamp. I could get used to the feeling of being in bed with this man. “Goodnight Thomas” I mumbled before quickly drifting off to sleep with him up against me.

“Goodnight, Y/N” He answered, wrapping his arm over my abdomen and cuddling me tightly.

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