#edward mott imagine

[trueangel420]

Edward Philippe Mott / fem reader, you’ve resist his ‘charm’ and ignored his letters for far too long, imagine, wc 1354

You sat in the carriage, your hands grasping around your feather, swaying it in front of you as the heat of South Carolina got to you slowly but surely. You had received several letters, so many that your parents had no choice but to send you to him—Lord Edward Philippe Mott. He was a well-to-do man, in other words, wealthy beyond measure. When he moved to the middle of nowhere, he kept in touch with his only friend, you.

Many people admired Edward, men and women alike, and he was sought after. Your parents ensured you stayed connected, hoping you would wed him and provide an heir. But you wanted nothing to do with Edward in that way…. he was your childhood friend, and his erratic behavior was worrisome. The letters he wrote piled up in your drawer, leaving no room for you to even answer back, the ink in his feather lessening more and more.

As the carriage bumped along the dusty road, you loosened your corset, trying to comfort yourself from the heat. Your gown, a fine muslin dress in the latest style with short sleeves and a high waist, clung uncomfortably to your skin. You longed for the cooler mornings of home, where you could enjoy a leisurely breakfast of cornmeal mush and honey or sip on a cup of hot tea.

Arriving at Edward’s estate, you were struck by its grandeur. The house was large, built in the vintage style with tall windows and a wide veranda. Servants bustled about, and you were ushered into a parlor where a spread of refreshments awaited. There were platters of ham, sweet potato pudding, and freshly churned butter. The table was set with delicate china cups for the sweet tea.

Edward sat there, wearing an expression you had only seen before on people right before they faint. “Madam,” he whispered, his voice filled with longing and shock. He looked around the room at the maids, shooing them away immediately, his voice booming through the room.

“Leave us,” he commanded. The maids scurried out, their skirts rustling and heads bowed, leaving you alone with Edward. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, were now wide and haunted.“You’ve gotten my letters? The ink for my quill?” he asked, standing up and moving towards you, leaving only an inch between you two.

“Ah, Lord Mott—” He leaned down, eyes focusing on you as he fixed his waistcoat.

“Skip the formalities, my treasure.”

You felt a lump start to form in your throat. You had forgotten why you were here—you had to confront him about the words he wrote and the way he spoke of you. “Edward, you mustn’t send me any more letters,” you said slowly, watching his reaction.

“I will do what I please,” he snapped, though his tone remained soft as he took in your appearance. “You will stay here for a fortnight.”

“Edward, please understand,” you implored, your voice trembling. “Your words… They cause me great distress. I cherish our friendship, but your letters… they speak of things I cannot repeat.” You had only read one letter, one out of the thousands he sent—he could tell because he had spoken so loosely with his quill that he didn’t expect you to show up.

“Do you not wish to stay here with me? Am I not worthy of your affections?” His voice trembled slightly, Edward was used to getting what he wanted, and when he wanted it.

He was more than worthy to you; he was everything you had ever wanted. But it was improper. A lady such as yourself was not part of the ton—you were middle class, with no lords in your family. Yet Edward treated you as though you were like him.

“Edward, you are more than worthy,” you said softly, your voice catching. “But our worlds are different. I am not of noble birth, and to stay here with you would invite scandal.” He stepped closer, his expression earnest. “This isn’t your home, this is mine, and it is only us here. I don’t care for the ton; I don’t care about any of that, for it shall not exist if I am here with you. So stay here, please. I do not beg; I am not used to begging, but I am begging you,” he croaked, his rich dark brown eyes staring into yours intently, the same eyes that made you gasp for air.

Your resolve wavered as you looked into his eyes, feeling the depth of his emotions. “Edward, it is not that simple. My staying here could ruin your reputation, your future.”

He shook his head fiercely. “What is a future without you in it? I would rather face scandal and disgrace than live without you. You are my heart, my soul, my everything.” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you felt the intensity of his words. “Edward, I... may I be excused?”

“Yes, you may…” You practically bolted to the guest room at this, your hands shutting the mahogany door quickly, covering your eyes. You stayed in the room until night, carefully lighting your candles. There was something so serene about your situation—he wanted you desperately, so deeply, and you wanted him. But at what cost? What if you failed to provide an heir? What if his family frowned upon you? They liked you as his friend, but as his wife? What would people make of it?

You let your hair down, the tight curls cascading down your neck as you stared into the mirror. As you undid your corset, you heard a small knock. You looked back at the door, seeing a paper being slid underneath it. The ink was bright red, and the page only held one sentence. You slowly walked toward the paper, holding it up, your eyes reading it carefully. “When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew,” you read aloud, your eyes widening in disbelief at the boldness of the words.

Edward waited patiently outside the door, his curly mousy brown hair was out now devoid of that awful wig. He had changed out of his formal wear into a simple white shirt and breeches, the fabric soft against his skin. The sight of him in relaxed attire brought an unexpected warmth to your heart. He longed to burst through the door and see your reaction, but before he could gather the courage, you opened it, letting him in and shutting it firmly behind you.

“What am I to make of this?” you asked, holding the note aloft, the bright red ink glimmering in the candlelight.“Make of it that I love you,” he said simply, his eyes wandering over your figure. The sight of a lady with her hair down, the soft fabric of your nightgown flowing around you, made him feel more starved than ever before.

The dim candlelight accentuated the delicate curves of your body, he stared you down. His heart raced as he took in the moment, caught between desire and the weight of telling you how he feels.

“Make of it… that you love me?” you repeated, disbelief lacing your voice.

He nodded, moving closer, invading your space until his chest was nearly pressed against yours. “Make of it that I do. Make of it that you love me too,” he said softly.“Sans toi, je ne suis rien,” he added, his voice a tender whisper. “Tu es la lumière de ma vie.”

You felt warmth spread through you, not fully understanding his French words, but sensing the depth of his affection. The passion in his tone made your heart race. “I love you,” you said, a smile breaking across your face. The candlelight made him look almost angelic, illuminating his features in a soft glow. “Je t’aime plus que les mots ne peuvent le dire,” he breathed, finally wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. You melted into him, feeling safe and cherished as he wished you to be.

[themuselesswriter]

Imagine: Dating Evan Peters While He's Acting in American Horror Story

"Can we have one night where you don't act like a total shithead?"

"I've done everything you asked for! What else do you want?"

"We need to kill them... we need to kill them all! They are traitors!"

"For fuck's sake I can't do this anymore"

"So what now? You don't remember how to feed yourself? You don't remember how to drink on your own? you don't remember how to talk full sentences?"

"I'm sorry"

"I brought you this... I know it's been a ride but... I'm sorry, I started therapy, please don't leave me"

"I'd never leave you, you idiot"

[companion-showdown]

Family Feud Nominations, Who is the Best Doctor Who Family

If I've missed a character out of one of the families let me know (within reason, I imagine all these families are massive in the EU, so prioritise tv or significant characters)

Currently, the only rule is no families may inculde anyone who is even ambiguously The Doctor, it'll get super complicated super fast imo

Any characters, eg River, who can link up multiple different families to create a single massive family unit will be treated on a case by case basis. If it is possible to pick one of the smaller family units that they are a part of to include them in while not including them in any of the others (in a way everyone will agree at least makes sense) they will be included in that family only, otherwise they will not be included

Please bare in mind when you are nominating that I am hoping to keep the number of nominations under 64 to run this as a mini-tournament. This is not a hard rule so if nominations do exceed 64 its not a big deal, just something I'd like everyone to bare in mind

Nominees

Foreman-Campbell (Susan, David, Alex)

Chesterton-Wright (Ian, Barbara, implied to be married after they leave)

McCrimmon (Jamie, Heather, V.M.McCrimmon, various others)

Waterfield (Victoria, Edward (father))

Lethbridge-Stewart (Kate, The Brigadier, Doris (Brig's wife in Battlefield), Archibald Hamish (TUAT), Gordon (Kate's son in Downtime), Kadiatu, The Great Intelligence, Lucy Wilson)

Grant/Jones (Jo, Cliff, Santiago (Jo's grandson in Death of the Doctor))

Smith (Sarah-Jane, Lavinia (aunt), Brendan Richards, Luke, Sky, Mr Smith, K9 (they are her family and I will not be hearing otherwise), Barbara, Eddie (parents in Temptation of Sarah-Jane Smith))

Leela, Andred, Veega, Rayo

Adric and Varsh (brothers)

Nyssa, Tremas, and Kassia (daughter, father, step-mother)

Jovanka (Tegan, Vanessa (aunt in Logopolis), Colin (cousin in Arc of Infinity))

Turlough (Vislor, Malkon (brother in Planet of Fire))

McShane (Ace, Audrey (mother), Kathleen (grandmother), Liam (brother))

Tyler (Rose, Jackie, Pete, Tony (baby mentioned in Journey's End), no I will not be adding the metacrisis to this list)

Another Smith (Mickey, Rita (grandmother))

Slitheen

Harkness (Jack, Grey, parents, Alice Carter (daughter), Steven Carter(grandson))

Isolas (Fear Her)

Jones (Martha, Francine, Clive, Tish, Leo, Leo has a baby as well, Adeola Oshodi)

The Family of Blood

Redfern-Smith (Joan, John (various), possible dream children and grandchildren)

Shafe Kanes (from Utopia, Kristane, Beltone)

Mott-Noble-Temple (Donna, Sylvia, Wilf, Shaun, Rose)

The Adipose

Pond-Williams (Amy, Rory, River, Brian, Anthony, Amy's aunt and parents)

Owens: (Craig, Sophie, Stormageddon Dark Lord of All)

Gillyflower (Mrs Gillyflower, Ada)

Paternoster (Jenny, Vastra, Strax)

Oswald (Clara, Ellie, Dave (parents), grandmother, and I'm going to say Danny makes the cut, Orson)

Potts (Bill, Mother, Moira (foster mother))

O'Brien-Sinclair (Graham, Ryan, Grace, Aaron (Ryan's father))

Khan (Yaz, Najia (mother), Hakim (father), Sonya (sister), Umbreen (grandmother))

Lewis (Dan, Eileen (mother), Neville (father))

Swarm and Azure

Bel, Vinder and their as yet unborn child

Sunday (Ruby, Carla, Cherry, many many foster siblings)

The TARDIS and Lolita

Little House of Cwej

The House of Lungbarrow (Grandfater Paradox, Qenceus, Inocet, various cousins, Irving Braxiatel, Maggie Matsumoto, Ulysses, Penelope GAte, Anna Joyce)

The House of Dvora (Morbius, The War King, Thessalia, Romana, various others)

Langer (Clyde, Carla (mother), Paul (father))

Jackson (Maria, Alan, Chrissie)

Chandra (Rani, Haresh, Gita)

The Wu Diaspora (Cindy Wu and her clones)

Munmeth and Mutmunna (Medicine Man)

Ada and Alice Obiefune

Who (Susan, Barbara, Louise)

Jones-Davies (Ianto, Rhiannon, Johnny, David, Mica)

Summerfield (Bernice, Issac, Claire, Jason Kane, Peter, Wolsey, Keith, Rebecca, Cousin Eliza, Benedict I-IV, Christine)

Miller (Lucie, Pat (aunt))

Schofield (Hex, Cassie, Hilda)

House of Witforge (Narvin, Lenaris, Helico, Narvin's father, Rexin)

Faction Paradox

Pollard (Charley, Louisa, Richard, Margaret, Edward Grove, The Sound Creature)

Mesh Cos, Lon Shel, Julian White Mammoth Tusk

Cooper-Williams (Gwen, Rhys, Anwen, Geraint, Mary (Gwen's parents))

Chenka (Liv, Tula, Kal, Garlon Rosh)

Sinclair (Helen, Albie, Trev Bailey)

Forrester

Proctor (Cleo, Jordan, parents)

Nominations will be open until Midday Friday (03/05, 12:00 BST (GMT/UTC +1)), I will try and give a more specific time then

[briaroftheroses]

Request Rules

I’m finally getting around to writing out my request rules! If you would like to request a fic, hc set, drabble, etc. please read over these rules before submitting. Please also check this post regularly as I will add things as I go.

Things I Will Write For

Fem/GN reader, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, dark themes/fics, praise, degradation, use of strap ons, p in v, creampies, throat fucking, both m and f receiving oral, multiple characters in one fic, choking, impact play, dacryphilia, pain play, bondage (nothing with legs specifically being restrained though), blood play (mostly only for AHS fics), d/s dynamics, BDSM, dub-con/non-con, piss, boot play/worship - feel free to ask about kinks not listed here because there is no way i named them all

Things I Will Not Write For

Male reader, character x character with no reader, beastiality, pedophilia, scat, underage characters (except platonically), gore and non-canon character death (except for in the case of things like murder house and hotel in which they would become a ghost), real-life people (such as actors), even though I might write for dom reader please do not request it.

If there’s anything not mentioned here, feel free to ask before making a request.

Specify the general length of the fic you want.

Please keep in mind that requests can take a while and I may switch between writing them and my own personal projects.

Keep in mind that if you’re vague with the description then I am less likely to write what you imagine and it will take me longer.

When asking about unlisted characters, please include the type of fic you would like to request with them.

Characters I Write For

Evan Peters

Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Austin Sommers (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel), Peter Maximoff, Warren Lipka, Luke Cooper - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

AHS

Vivien Harmon, Violet Harmon (platonically), Billie Dean Howard, Alma Walker, Lana Winters, Sister Mary Eunice McKee, Zoe Benson, Marie Laveau, Madison Montgomery (depending on the request), Cordelia Foxx/Goode, Misty Day, Fiona Goode, young!Fiona Goode, Amazon Eve, Desiree Dupree, Edward Mordrake, Dandy Mott, The Countess, Sally McKenna, Ramona Royale, Winter Anderson (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Matthew Gray Gubler

Spencer Reid, Chip Taylor, Thorn (King Knight), Raymond (Suburban Gothic), Wes (Dollface), Paul ((500) Days of Summer) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

Criminal Minds

Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway, Cat Adams, Megan Kane - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

WWE

Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterio, TJD (only if including Rhea), Liv Morgan, Becky Lynch

this list will be updated regularly as i watch more shows/movies/seasons of ahs, so feel free to check regularly :) also feel free to ask about characters not listed, but there is no guarantee i will write for them.

[coopermorrow]

Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

Marvel/Avengers Characters:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

I will not write rape, 18+ content for underage characters, or anything where the character is another species. I will not take requests containing pedophilia, ablism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any other form of bigotry. Comfort imagines for things such as depression, eating disorders, and anxiety are fine as long as you do not want them to be very descriptive and/or explicit. Please make formal requests through my ask as I will not take comments as formal requests. I write for multiple genders but only smut for afab people as that is the anatomy I am most understanding of. I do take "x reader" requests. I can try to write crossovers, though I'm not too experienced with them and I do write for celebrities as well.

Requests are open now so if you do decide to make one, please include the character(s) you want and at least a small description of what you would like the plot to be. Thank you! <3

[mrs-march-ahs]

Are The Evans Dog or Cat People?

Tate

-Likes both

-Loves it when either come lay on your lap while you watch TV so he can sit and stroke them

-Is completely fine leaving cats alone and having them come to him when they want

-But also loves the attention that dogs give you

-Loves when a dog gets excited when you come home

-Also feels super comforted when a dog licks his tears when he cries

-Absolutely always strokes stray cats, always

Kit

-Dogs, but he likes both

-Loses his mind over big fluffy dogs

-You go over to a friend’s house and you knock on the door, and the dog starts barking

-Kit gasps and smiles already excited to see it

-Your friend opens the door and holds the dog back by the collar, so you two quickly walk in and shut the door

- “Don’t hold him back! Let him go!” Kit says, with open arms

- “Are you sure? He’s a little heavy”

- “Gimme gimme gimme”

-Sits on the floor and cuddles and fights with the dog

-Definitely will growl at the dog and play tug of war with them

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You step foot into your house after a long day of work, only to find your husband on the kitchen floor with a dog on his lap. The small black fluffy dog licks Kit’s face, and Kit looks over at you and smiles.

“Kit…”, you say walking over to him and Kit continues scratching the dog, looking at him intensely in love.

“Kit darling, we don’t have a dog”, you laugh.

Kit stands up and holds the dog in his arms, before turning towards you and answering as seriously as he can.

“Yeah, I noticed that too, I also thought it was a problem in our relationship”, he begins, nodding and talking. “But don’t worry, I fixed it”.

You giggle at how happy Kit is with his new friend, but try to stay strong and be the reasonable adult.

“Kit, I don’t know if we can afford a dog, I mean food, toys, vet bills-”

“Yeah, Billy and I talked about it, and he agreed to get a job and pay his way in the house”, Kit nods seriously, pointing to the dog. But when he sees that your face doesn’t particularly soften at the light-hearted joke, he tries another method.

“Hear me out darling”. You nod and look at Kit, who opens his mouth pretending to speak, but instead holds the dog’s face in front of yours. When the fluffy creature licks the tip of your nose, you scrunch it up and Kit laughs at how cute you look.

“It’s okay honey, we signed a contract, he promised he won’t pee on the carpet”

Franken Kyle

-Dogs

-Just think back to that scene with the German Shepherd

-He’d love how the fluffy dog feels and would love running his fingers down his fur

-To teach him a little responsibility, you’d give Kyle a brush and he’d brush the dog every so often

-Which would end up with him covered in fur head to toe

-He’d like walking the dog and holding the leash, but you’d have to keep an eye on the two of them because Kyle can’t say no to the dog, so if the dog wants to cross the road and go over there, then they go

-Loves sleeping and/or cuddling with the dog

-Dog on his lap and tablet rested on the dog as he does his educational apps

-Regularly barks at the dog

- Kyle: (barks)

Dog: (barks back)

Kyle: YES!

-One day you come home and Kyle got hold of the treats and is trying to teach the dog how to sit, but every time the dog does anything cute Ky gives him a treat so it doesn’t work

- Kyle: Sit

Dog:

Kyle: treat

-Inseparable duo

Jimmy

-Dogs, but I think he’s a little weary around them

-He wouldn’t be fully comfortable around animals but he would want to pet them

-You might have to take his hand and stroke the dog with him so he gets the hang of it

-Since he never had a dog he wouldn’t know how to get them to come to him

-He would follow them around, and the dogs would start running and he’d pout

- “Jimmy! Follow him, he thinks you’re playing a game!” and then you see Jimmy running after the dog

-He’d sneak one of the guests’ dogs’ in your caravan and sit with it on his lap

- “Jimmy that’s not our dog-”

- “But he’s asleep, on my lap Y/N!”, he says excitedly but quietly to not awake the pooch, “what am I meant to do? I’m staying here forever”

-Would always love it when people tied their dogs to the lamppost and then went in for the show so that you and Jimmy can sit and pet them

-Eventually he’d get tired of everybody having a dog but him so he’d go and get a stray dog

-You sit on the bench talking to Eve, and see Jimmy walk towards you with a grey scruffy dog in his arms

-You look over at him and smile, “Where’d you get that from Jim?”

- “Found him on the side of the road, looks like nobody wanted him”, Jimmy says and puts the dog on the table, only to reveal he’s missing his front leg

- “He fits right in, don’t you think?”

James

-Would be almost fascinated by the aloofness of cats

-Would think they’re graceful

-His cat of choice would be fully black

-Mysterious looking and unlucky

-As much as he would want to respect that cats want their own space, if you had a cat in the house full time he would keep buying it fancy toys and treats so the cat likes him

- “I got Priscilla this luxurious cat tower, but she prefers to sit on the shelf? Why is that, darling?”

-He’d sit and wave the cat teaser around and Priscilla the cat couldn’t care less, so James would sigh and give up, put it down and get ready for work

-But the second he picks up his office keys and they jangle, she’s suddenly interested

- “Is this what you want?” (jangles keys) “Fascinating”

-Cat names include, Priscilla, Alfred, Alexandra, Franklin

- “James I assume you want a high-class name for the kitty? I was thinking Charles maybe or-”

- “What about Snuggles?”

Edward

-Dogs are too excitable for him

-Cats are the epitome of elegance

-But the second his cat rubs up against the statue stand and wobbles the clay head, he gets kicked out outside for the night

-Too impatient for animals as a whole

Kai

-Would vigorously hate cats, but Winter would love them

-He’d like dogs, especially if they were obedient

-Would never ‘stoop to the level’ of trying to get a dog to come sit with him, but if they did he would like it

-Might even stroke it or put his hands on it

-He wouldn’t show it but would totally be upset if the dog walked away

- (Googles: How to manipulate a dog into liking me)

[tatestripedsweater]

Raunchy February - Day 14

A/N: This is the last day of Raunchy February so I hope you have all enjoyed it

Valentines Day with the Evans

Tate spends the day with you cuddling and listening to music along with smoking some weed, so it isn’t really different from any other day. But he showers you with kisses and tells you how much he loves you, and what you mean to him. Ends in him making love to you.

Kit and the kids make you breakfast in bed, spoils you from the moment you woke up to pancakes. He then has Lana look after the children while the two of you spend some quality time together, might even ask to try for another baby and enjoys making the baby as well.

Kyle just wants to spend the day with you like any other day, like Tate he can be clingy sometimes, he takes you out to a small restaurant since he couldn’t afford anything too fancy. Then the two of you end up binge eating and watching Netflix all day beofre he makes love to you.

Since Jimmy can’t really afford to spoil you he feels awful, so he ends up picking you some flowers and making the little bouquet himself, which to you makes it all the more special that he done it himself. He also fucks you for hours on end but that’s a different story for another time.

James absolutely spoils you rotten even though you told him not to get you anything, the man clearly didn’t listen to a word you said. Has Sally help him order you stuff online, covers the bed in rose petals (which is a bastard to clean up, but Mrs Evers doesn’t mind), and champagne. He wants to treat you like royalty, and that’s exactly what James did.

Rory already shows you off on social media so today isn’t any different, in fact like James he goes all out with the gifts. He buys you various gifts, not caring if you only bought him one or two, he loved you so much and he just wanted to treat you. Rory ends up proposing on Valentine’s Day as well.

Edward loves romance even though he doesn’t like to admit it, it’s more so you doing stuff for him than the other way around since he likes to be spoiled. Rose petals in his bath would be the way you’d start his day, before joining him and riding his cock.

Kai isn’t one for Valentine’s Day, he sees it as getting the public to spend money on unnecessary shit that you won’t use. So instead he takes you out to dinner, he might’ve bought you some roses or some other flower but he wouldn’t have got you much in all honesty.

Gallant likes to show you off, like look at the handsome piece of ass he managed to bag. He might also get you some corny gift or some shit, but he then treats you to sex and some new sex toys he had bought for the special occasion

Peter (Maximoff) would absolutely spoil you, would whisk you off to different countries in the blink of an eye. You two would end up having dinner in the Eiffel Tower, the boy just wants to spoil you and even though he’s young he’s in love and wants to spend the rest of his life with you

[plus-size-reader]

Ghost

Edward Philippe Mott x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1822 words

Warnings: Not necessarily a romantic connection between the reader/Edward, but he definitely cares for her and their child. 

Summary: The reader is Edward’s wife, who brings their young son Archibald to visit his father only to be met with some terrible news. 

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You knew better than anyone that Edward struggled with being around other people.

He didn’t connect with them in the same way that other people did, but that never stopped the two of you from being together. Granted, an arrangement certainly did help.

You cared about him, cared about the son you two shared, but when he came to you, talking about no longer being able to stay there, you knew he wasn’t asking.

The two of you lived pampered lives, but the one thing that Edward hated more than anything were all the other people who accompanied you.

There were always attendants, servants and people waiting on your every need and it was only a matter of time before he found himself over it entirely.

All he wanted was a place where he could be alone with his art, and that was exactly what he got.

It had only been a few weeks since his original retreat, but in that time, you and your young son, Archibald, had made your way to the farmhouse.

It was an invite you’d yet to have, personally but that didn’t matter. It had been more than enough time for Edward to settle into his new home, and you intended to see it. Nothing else mattered more than that.

However, as soon as you stepped foot on the grounds, the last thing you expected was to find him and everyone else missing.

They were missing, but it was much more than that. The more you investigated the grounds, you realized it was as if they’d vanished off the face of the earth.

It was strange, but after being on the road for so long, you assumed they would be back and decided to just wait for their return.

All you had was a single handmaid, and the buggy driver to accompany you but you just had to make due with what you had.

At the moment, all you knew was that Archibald needed his care, and you needed to have a bath of your own before you could think straight. So, you headed inside the house, finding it wonderfully built.

Though, you expected nothing less from Edward.

He had always been a touch dramatic, and you expected no less from the man you’d married. If nothing else, it shocked you that he wasn’t here to greet you at the door.

It wasn’t until you made it to the sitting room of the farmhouse that it registered to you that something could have gone wrong.

There, hanging on the walls, were a hundred or so of his paintings, all destroyed. Something like that would be more than enough to drive Edward mad.

He had always used his paintings as a way of feeling connected to other people, and losing them had to be hard on him.

You wouldn’t know how hard, of course, until much later in the evening, once you were already in bed.

Your handmaid had set to putting Archibald to bed in one of the side bedrooms, while you retired to the largest of the chambers alone.

It wasn’t ideal,  seeing as you had been expecting a house full of people to assist in your chores upon your arrival, but it was only for a few days.

If Edward hadn’t returned by then, you would just have to accept the fact that he’d likely left and wasn’t coming back.

Knowing him, he’d probably gotten word of another art auction a few counties over and would be back before long, but you wouldn’t wait around forever.

You didn’t have that luxury.

You had a boy to take care of, an heir to a large sum of family money and you couldn’t afford to just ignore all your responsibilities.

There was no use for fansifle things like artwork in your world, but that was where Edward came in. He had taught you quite a bit about fine art since you’d been married.

In any case, his love of paintings hadn’t saved them from their gruesome fate and as you would soon learn, it hadn’t saved him from his own either.

Once you fell asleep, curled up in the french linen sheets Edward had specifically imported in, you intended to stay that way. However, the house had other plans.

See, Edward had decidedly kept to himself in death more so than in life, but even that didn’t change the fact that nothing happened within the walls without him knowing.

This was his house, after all, and he couldn’t be willfully blind to it.

...Even if he wanted to be.

As soon as you set foot on the grounds, Edward knew about it on his own accord, and knew that he had to speak to you.

The two of you’d had your ups and downs in the time since you were wed but he couldn’t risk anything happening to you or his son.

It didn’t matter what you’d been through in the past or how many others he’d loved before and after you. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to protect you now.

He had been dragged from his bed, slaughtered in the grass without the knowledge of anyone other than Guinness and the other spirits of the house.

If anyone was going to care about his disappearance, it would be you but you had to be informed of it first.

So, he did the only thing he knew to do.

...He woke you.

“Wake up, Get up!” He urged, growing more and more patient as he tried to pull you from sleep. Edward had never been patient before but death had only decreased what he did have.

There was no need to be patient in the eternal hell he was living in.

When you finally did wake, you didn’t seem all that alarmed by what you were seeing. After all, you didn’t yet know that Edward was dead.

Though, it did seem odd that he would wake you in the middle of the night instead of just going to bed.

“Where have you been, Edward? Archibald and I were beginning to worry” you wondered, a joking sort of tone in your voice.

He hadn’t been expecting you and you would have thought he’d be upset with you for crashing his wonderful little hide away but he wasn’t.

There was a time when he would have been, screaming at the top of his lungs, making empty threats about what would happen if you disobeyed him but not anymore.

There was no beating in his chest, nothing he truly cared for. If he was going to be forced to endure this existence any longer, it would be with you and his child by his side.

After all, if he never would have fled your home, he would still have life coursing through him.

“You need to take the boy and get out of here, immediately” he warned, though to you it registered much more as his infamous temper, rearing its ugly head.

If this had just been a regular exchange between you and Edward, that would have been a valid assumption but not now.

Now, you were just wasting precious time.

“Don’t be so sour dear, I just wanted him to see the newest estate” you sighed, after the long journey you’d just made to see him, you could have at least gotten a hello.

Instead, he was already trying to get rid of you. What kind of greeting was that for a wife and son?

“You misunderstand. This is a dangerous place, no place for a woman and child. You need to take the child and go while you still can”

That got to you.

The words themselves weren’t altogether threatening, through alarming. What really got to you was the way in which he said it, with a sort of worry hta you’d never heard from him before.

It was uncharacteristically selfless of Edward, but even that didn’t mean you had to trust his word implicitly. It didn’t seem dangerous at all on your ride over.

If nothing else, this was a charming area.

“What has gotten into you Edward? This place seems perfectly fine to me-” you started, preparing to trifle with his patience indefinitely.

Though, before you could even finish your thought, Edward had yanked you up from bed, dragging you down the hall by your wrist toward where Archibald was sleeping.

“Edward! Stop, please. You’re hurting me” you begged, doing your best to keep up with his quick steps, giving up entirely though once he’d gotten your son from bed.

Whatever this was, Edward was beyond reasoning with.

He didn’t speak again until the three of you reached the basement, the dank room dark in the night.

You could hardly see in front of you but that was remedied quite quickly when Edward lit a torch. In doing so, he brought to light what seemed to be a hidden tunnel.

It was something you never would have thought about on your own. Something that you doubted anyone who wasn’t as paranoid as Edward would think to look for.

“What is this Edward? Please, you’re scaring me” you begged finally, not content with just following him into some dark, underground pit.

This wasn’t some pompous social event that he was uncomfortable at, ducking out with the two of you in the middle, this was something else entirely.

He was trying to throw you both out, in the middle of the night, in a different city state than you were accustomed. He was being irrational.

Whatever had gotten into him, you were sure that talking it through would make it better.

“There is no time to explain. Get out of here, and never come back. From this moment forward, I am nothing more than a ghost, to the both of you” he ordered, making himself clear.

This was not up for debate.

You were his family and if the two fo you were all he had left to his name, he surely wasn’t going to lose you to those horrible beasts in the woods.

“Never come back” he repeated once more, ushering you both toward the buggy. You had never operated one, but he didn’t care.

The horses knew what to do if you let them, and right now, that was the least of his worries. He just had to get you both out of here before the butcher caught word of it.

...And that was what he did.

As confused as you were, and as strange as it all was looking back, you later heard news of a servant killing Edward and hiding the body.

He must have known the two of you would be in danger there, as he must have been.

It may not have been the full truth, but for you, it was more than enough. If nothing else, Edward was right. From that moment on, he was a ghost to you both.  

[novelist-nerd-blog]

Stay - Edward Mott Imagine

Notes- You had felt like something was wrong with your life and began to fill physical symptoms. One day, you have a vision of some past life you used to live which takes you to the home of Edward Mott.

Words- 1,165

You sat on your couch mindlessly watching television. You hadn't felt right for weeks now and started leaving your home less and less. Your head hurt, your eyes were sore, and your stomach would churn at any given moment. The headaches only got worse, but the other stuff slowly subsided. You didn't want to panic or go see a physician if it really wasn't necessary. You clutched the side of your head as a sharp pain surfaced near your forehead. You felt hot and your vision was becoming blurry. As you scrambled to get something cold to press against your head you began to collapse. You grabbed onto the side of your counter as everything went black.

Visions played through your head in broken sequences. You saw people who were familiar to you even though you're certain you've never seen them in your life. It seemed as though it was in a chronological order. You watched as memories of small boy who grew older and older filled your head. You felt a warmness and peace fill your body as you began to remember more specific things about these people. Then, you were awake. The clock showed that it had been hours since you had fallen into the darkness. You were laying in your floor and sat up as you tried to process what you had just saw. You've heard of people finding out who they were in their past lives and seeing glimpses into it, but you never thought that could be real. You had always thought it was just something people made up to get attention. You had a jumble of words and names stuck in your head. Edward Mott was one of the names that your attention was being drawn to.

You spent your name researching the name and cases of people who have had similar experiences to you. You couldn't help but think that finding Edward Mott or something related to him was help your mysterious head pain go away. Your research led you to the discovery that Edward had died much longer than a century ago. He had been a rich man with terrible social anxiety. He made a home for himself that is said to be still be haunted by him and the restless souls of those who have lived on the land. You then went into searching for where the location of the home is and it wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. A show had been filmed there, which had completely devastating effects on the actors and the last owners of the home. It would take a few days for you to be able to make the journey, yet you knew that it must be done.

                                                                               You stood at the door of the large, white house. You didn't know what you should do; it's not like you had ever traveled to a dead person's home before. Ghost are still just people in a different state after all, so you knocked on the door with your trembling hand. The sound of someone stomping across a floor could be heard from the other side of the door, as well as a lock being opened. "What do you want," a man in time period clothing opened the door and already seemed to be irritated of your company.

"Are... are you Edward Mott," you sheepishly asked.

"Yes, is that all you needed?"

"Can I come in?"

"Not for long," Edward said as he walked into the sitting room. You walked in and shut the door behind you as you followed him. You sat down in a chair opposite of the one he was in. His eyes were drilling holes into you. "Speak," he said," Let out whatever you have to say."

"This going to sound completely crazy, but a couple days ago I have visions of something. I saw a man who appears to be the same person as yourself and when I was brought back to reality your name was stuck in my head."

"That is intriguing. Please, tell me something from this vision that I may understand."

"I saw, from the perspective of my own eyes, you ranting to me about how you couldn't take your life any longer. Having children and a wife wasn't for you and you wanted to get away. You made me promise not tell anyone that was the reason why you left and why you spent so much time with your male servant." Edward had his hand tightly wrapped around the arms of the chair and seemed to be trying to say something without anything coming out of his mouth.

"What is your name," he asked.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"The only person I had ever told those things to was my younger sister. She and I had been closest to each other out of all of my other family. She had lived with me when parents had died and was supposed to move into this home with me a year after I had came. She never came and no one gave me any word of what had occurred to her."

"I'm sorry." Edward rose out of his seat as the words left your mouth. He walked over to you and looked you up and down as he did. He stopped in front of you and left just enough room to not touch the front of your shoes together. His hands reached down to the side of your face and he lifted your head up to meet his gaze. He stared into your eyes and slowly parted his lips before he spoke,"You have the same eyes."

"That makes sense, I guess," you said.

"In what way?"

"Eyes are the windows to the soul."

"You carry a beautiful soul within you that must be protected." Edward walked away from you, pacing back and forth across the room. "You must stay here with me. As long as we stay inside of this home no harm will come to you. If you must work you can leave and return before the sunsets. There is no other choice."

"So, I don't even get to decide what happens?"

"My dear, you must have been experiencing some trouble more than just headaches if you thought this journey could truly improve your life and that is why I believe you came."

"Yes," you let out under your breath.

"Stay with me. I will protect you and help you obtain everything you will ever need. I do not like being around people, yet I have always loved and strived to protect my dear sister. If you share the same soul and memories you must be just as worthy of my care."

"Can I at least go get some of my stuff before I commit to being here for the rest of my life," you questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, and please bring me some paint. I would love to see what gets put into it these days."

[dirtyahs]

Kinky Little Secret. Edward Mott x Reader

I didn’t realize I wanted kinky sex with edward mott until one of my friends brought it up lmao

WARNINGS: rough sex, dom!edward, sub!reader, not explicit consent, power play

Your eyes opened at precisely 5 o'clock in the morning. Just like yesterday and just like tomorrow. It was part of your everyday routine. Wake up early, make breakfast for the house, but for Edward specifically, and tend to whatever he asked you to do for the rest of the day. 

You were his favorite though, so he never made you do anything too terribly difficult. And you always got to stay inside. It was time however for you to pull yourself out of bed, and make your way upstairs. You slid on your dress you wore every day, and did your hair in a thick braid down your back. You made your way up the stairs from your room in the basement and into the kitchen, opening the large windows and began cooking breakfast for Edward and the rest of the house. Once breakfast was finished you walked down the hall, knocking on everyone's doors to wake them up. But one plate was in your hand, and at the end of the hall, you turned the corner and made your way upstairs to Edward's room, tapping the door lightly.

"Come in." You heard his voice from the inside, firm and demanding. He was always demanding of you, but as said previously, he took care of you. Him being a bit controlling was a small price to pay for such good treatment.

"Good morning, Mr. Mott." you smiled, pushing the door open and setting the plate on the dressing table.You opened the door to reveal him shirtless, without his wig.

"O-oh, sir I'm sorry..." You said, immediately averting your eyes from the sight, as much as you wanted to stare.

"Don't worry dear, I'm not going to punish you for coming in when I told you to." He said, chuckling a bit at your shyness. You obeyed though, looking up at him slowly, a withdrawn smile on your face.

"Will you do me the favor of running the bath? I'll get in after I eat breakfast - it looks lovely." Edward said, stepping towards you smiling close to your face before stepping past you to the dressing table and picking his plate up.

You nodded your head, 

"Yes sir." You walked through the doorway leading to the large beautiful bathroom he had built for himself. He really did live a life of pure luxury. You did the whole process of retrieving the water from the well and boiling it to the perfect temperature you knew he preferred. You brought the water upstairs to the bathroom and finally filled the tub, you were bent over to make sure none of the water splashed to the floor - Edward hated that. 

You heard the door close and felt a pair of hands on your hips, immediately making you jump.

"Shh, it's just me." you heard Edward whisper, his large hands gripping your hips with ease.

 "Mr. Mott..." he brought his hand up to your mouth, his finger brushing along your lips to silence you.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've seen." you felt his breath on your neck, your head tilting to the side instinctively to make more room for his lips.He pressed a few kisses into your neck.

 "There's nothing more amazing than having such a spectacular looking woman waiting on me." he emphasized the last part, forcing you to turn around.

"You might take this as a shock, but I want to take care of you now." his voice got louder and louder until he pushed you onto his bed, crawling over you, straddling your hips. You couldn't help but be surprised but your heart was racing and your fingers were jittery.

You smirked at him, 

"Mr. Mott wants to sleep with a lowly servant?" You teased him, your voice low. His face went dead and his jaw locked. He stood up, grabbed your ankles and pulled you to edge of the bed with no words.

"Bend over." His voice was loud, and thundered over you, forcing the smirk right off of your face. 

You did as he said, he wasn't one to disobey when he was angry. His hands immediately untied the back of your dress and slid it down to reveal your body, taking no time to crash down onto your ass, making you cry out in pain.

"Don't you forget your place!" he yelled at you, almost loud enough to make the walls shake.

"You are still here to serve me!" he spanked you hard, over and over, and over again, leaving your ass bright red and throbbing. You loved it though. It hurt so badly, but coming from Edward, you couldn't help but love it.

"I'm sorry, sir. I know my place, I'm sorry!" you whined, looking at him over your shoulder, your eyes locking with his.

"That's what I wanted to hear. Know your place." he hissed, sliding his trousers down before flipping you onto your back and crouching down between your thighs. 

He took no time in roughly attaching his lips to your clit, flicking his tongue over it repeatedly, making your thighs tremble in his hands. You couldn't help but hiss his name through clenched teeth, your eyes rolled back in your head. His tongue had you so close to your climax, and he could tell. You felt him smirk against your thighs before he looked up at you. He leaned up, a cocky look was plastered to his face.

Your chest was heaving, and his hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you to your knees in front of him.

"Open your mouth. Don't close it unless you're trying to be punished." you did as he said, opening your mouth for him, almost immediately forcing himself in. You heard him moan instantly which instinctively sent chills down your spine. His hand was tangled in your hair, holding your head still as he fucked your throat roughly, watching you with an intense eye. You felt tears well in your eyes, simply because of how hard he was slamming his cock down your throat. You loved it.

"Good girl..." he moaned before pulling out of your mouth abruptly, finally allowing you to gasp for air. He pulled you up by your hair and pulled you in close to his face. Edward pushed you up against the wall harshly, his hand holding your face tightly.

"Fuck me..." you begged quietly, looking up at him with desperate eyes.

"Louder." his lips were touching yours softly, making you want him even more.

"For God's sake Edward, fuck me!" that was the first time you'd ever called him by his first name. He chuckled a bit and shoved you against the wall harder, grabbing one of your legs to wrap around his waist. With one quick move, he buried his dick deep inside you, making you arch your back against the wall.

"What do you say?" he hissed, slamming into you slowly, but incredibly hard. "Thank you!" you whined desperately. You needed him so bad. You couldn't believe this was even happening - the owner of this amazing house and your employer was fucking you senseless in his bedroom. With your words, his pace quickened and his face was twisted with pure ecstasy, but your eyes stayed locked.

He didn't stop. Not for a long time.

 He kept fucking you until you were a soaking wet mess, unable to even form words to tell him you were close.You two finished together, and he finally kissed you.

 He pressed his lips to yours - almost lovingly. Almost. 

You didn't want to jump to conclusions.You smiled at him once he pulled back.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning to do this again." he kept you pressed to the wall for a moment before stepping back and getting dressed. With that, you slid your dress back on and redid your braid - it'd gotten rather messy.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Mott." You gave him a flirtatious smirk, closing the door behind you.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

[ahs-gif-imagines]

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

NSFW Alphabet* // Tate Langdon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He makes sure you’re ok and that you didn’t get hurt. Then he’ll cuddle with you while you both fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

Mouth. He loves to see your smile, and thinks it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. He also likes some other stuff your mouth can do 😉.

C = Cum (where they like to cum)

Tits. He likes watching his cum drop off your tits, he thinks it’s really hot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you guys started dating he would spend time in your room without making himself visible to you. He watched you pleasure yourself and sometimes pleasured himself to the sounds of your moans.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not super experienced, considering you’re the first person he’s had sex with.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he loves seeing your face while he’s fucking you senseless.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s pretty serious, but he’ll sometimes crack a joke here and there.

H = Hair (do they like hair pulling?)

He loves it. Of course he’d never tell you though. But he absolutely loves it when you tug on his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s usually pretty intimate, unless he’s angry at someone. If he’s mad, he takes his frustrations out and you, and you secretly love it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Like I said before, he used to do it while watching you masturbate. But since you guys have started dating, he doesn’t really do it anymore, since if he’s horny he’d just go to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a daddy kink. He loves hearing you scream daddy. It makes him feel like he has power over you, and he loves it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. Since it’s his old room and your new room, you both feel most comfortable there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When he’s sees you bite your lip or lick your lips while you’re focusing on something. He thinks it’s incredibly hot and it always turns him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do anything that actually hurt you. He would never do anything with weapons or violence or anything that has a chance of hurting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes when you blow him, but he absolutely loves eating you out. Having you squirm and moan on his tongue is incredibly hot to him. Plus he loves it when you come on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually is pretty fast, but will go slow and sensual if you had a bad day or something.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t particularly like them, he would rather take the time to fuck you right.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He be opening to trying anything you wanted to, as long as it won’t harm you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He usually can last 2-3 rounds.

T = Toys (do they use toys?)

He doesn’t particularly like toys, and neither do you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man LOVES to tease you. He loves it when you’re begging him to fuck you or let you cum. He loves unraveling you slowly and making you wait for release.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not too loud. He softly grunts and moans here and there, but he’s usually too busy kissing your neck to make noises.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves seeing you wear his clothes after sex. You like to grab one of his shirts and wear it to bed after you guys had sex, and it usually makes him want to fuck you again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about 6 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high, but nothing too crazy. He is a teenage boy after all.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly after making sure you have everything you need. Once he’s sure you’re ok, he’ll pass out with his arms wrapped around you.

[twinkiemaximoff]

things that remind me of the evans 💕

Tate: old record shops, roses, vintage sweaters and cardigans, halloween, ghost sheet costumes, hands grazing together as you both reach out for the same thing, sitting with your partner late at night in silence just basking in each others presence,

Kit: sunflowers, flower crowns, the smell of coffee in the morning, hugs from behind, soft yet passionate kisses, big dogs, spring, the warmth that spreads through your chest when looking at the one you love, the way the sun peeks through the blinds

Kyle: melting into your lover after not seeing each other all day, hot chocolate, forehead kisses, warm n long hugs, going to the grocery store late at night and pushing each other around in the shopping carts, vanilla, big soft blankets, kisses behind the ear, running your fingers through someones hair

Jimmy: dates at the fair, diners, the way your eyes flutter shut when pulled into a deep kiss, someone giving you their jacket and basking in the warmth fron them, going outside and catching lightning bugs, daisies, running away hand in hand with your lover, jumping into someones arms and trusting them to catch you

James: slow dancing, pinstripe suits, the tender way your lover moves your hair away from your face, kisses pressed into your hands and knuckles, the color maroon, humming to yourself when no one is near, the way your eyes lock together from across the room

Rory: the one person who can always cheer you up, spontaneous outings/adventures, late nights and early mornings, sunshine, the way someone tugs you into their lap and buries their face in your neck, long car rides for no reason

Edward: painting, baths, your lover tugging you close to look into your eyes, delicate hands, being the only person to see someones vurnerable side, the way your fingers graze together as you walk side by side,

Kai: late nights in watching scary movies with your lover, true crime documentaries, kisses along your jaw and someones hands on your hips, playing with someones hair, cinnamon,

Gallant: singing your favorite songs as loud as you can, spontaneous yet tender kisses, the way someone grabs your hand to lead you somewhere and gently squeezes, pop-rock music, the color mauve, stealing someones clothes/someone stealing yours,

Peter: meeting someone and feeling like you've come up for fresh air, arcades, cassette tapes, kisses on the nose, watching the way someones eyes light up, melting at the thought of your lover, pranks, taking someone to a concert and being so exhausted you curl up and fall asleep on the couch together, matching leather jackets and pins,

[atomic--peach]

Made in honor of me being sick in bed all day and marathoning AHS season 6, hopefully I can get more imagines posted later. This is basically the abridged version of a fanfiction I have in mind. Warning, this is gonna get graphic.

Imagine being Edward Mott’s sickly sister who comes to live with him in the Roanoke House and dying along with him.  

Edward insisted that the country air would do you well, which basically meant he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer as he had your servants pack your things and then promptly fired them all accept your nurse.

“My servants will be more than sufficient” he waved off your protests and patted your head as your nurse provided you with your small bag.

And you, being young, sickly and unmarried, really didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Edward was your elder brother and therefore in charge of the family fortune while you lived on a monthly allowance granted you in your parent’s will.

“Will you need help out miss?” She asked and you shook your head before following your brother outside and to the carriage.

You knew of your brother’s peculiarities, both social and otherwise, but you never judged him for them. The two of you grew up closer than most siblings in the aristocracy would.

You understood his preference to remain away from people and his obsession with art, and he in turn grew hyper-aware of you and your unstable health.

The mansion was exceptional to say the least and you instantly fell in love with it as the horse stopped and Edward’s man servant, Guinness, helped you out while your brother marveled at his new home.

“Would you like me to show you inside Miss Mott?” Guinness asked and you smiled.

“Thank you Guinness that would be lovely.”

“Not too long Guinness, my sister needs her rest” Edward cut in quickly and Guinness nodded before rolling his eyes once his back was turned.

The house was just as gorgeous inside was it was outside. And Edward had spared no expense on your bedroom, ensuring that there was a large glass window by your bed for those days when you were too ill to get out of bed.

“So my sister.” Edward sat by your bed at the end of the first day. “Do you think you will like it here?”

You sat up in bed and look out the large window that overlooked the front greens with a smile. “It’s so peaceful here.”

“Yes, and it will do us both a world of good to be away from society.” He patted your head and stood. “I’ve asked Guinness to paint your portrait tomorrow, in the gardens.”

“Asked?” you arched a brow and he shifted.

“Very well, ordered if you prefer.” He corrected. “Either way, you ought to rest well to prepare.”

“I’m not so delicate, Edward.” You sighed.

He didn’t reply, only making for the door with a fleeting reminded. “Shut your drapes, you’ll catch a chill.”

But the portrait would not be painted as planned, during the night you woke up with a dreadful cough that filled your chest and remained in bed the next day.

Night Fell and you watched the sun set out your window. Edward would not visit you tonight, he was too busy with Guinness for sympathy visits but it didn’t both you. Sometimes you thought he only wanted you around to keep you, like he did the artwork.

The paintings didn’t judge him, and neither did you.

Soundly you lounged in your bed until the dead of the night when you heard a terrible, anguish filled wail echo around the house and you shot up like a bullet.

You threw your dressing robe over your nightgown and rushed from the room, though your breathing was heavy and shallow from illness, and you watched the servants stumbling from their posts into the hall.

Guinness darted from the master bedroom down the stairs and into the parlor only to stumble out a moment later pale and terrified.

“Guinness.” You called and stumbled halfway down the stairs clinging to the banister. “What’s happened? Is someone hurt.”

“Go back upstairs Miss. Mott.” He told you in a serious tone.

Instead you sidestepped him and ran into the parlor to find your brother on the floor kneeling, prostrate with grief.

“Edward!” You rushed to him and knelt down. “What’s happened? What’s wrong?”

“Look around you! Are you blind!?” He bellowed and you gazed at the dimly light room before gasping.

Every piece of art had been destroyed utterly.

Your brother’s most prized possessions and life’s work gone to ruin.

“Gather all the Servants, and bring them in here.” He became deadly serious and gripped your forearm. “Keep them there, all of them, until I arrive.”

His voice scared you, you had never heard him speak in such a tone and you nodded obediently. All the servants were gathered in the parlor amongst the wreckage and you and Guinness stood behind Edward who stalked like a predator before the quivering servants.

He demanded to know who did it. Roaring until you were sure his voice would give but none stood up, but one kitchen maid who said she had seen a white hairs woman and a young man outside after Edward screamed.

But Edward would have none of it.

“Outside. Everyone OUT!” He stamped his foot on the ground and they all scatted for the door.

“Let me take you upstairs Miss.” Guinness took your arm gently but Edward whipped around.

“Everyone” He snapped. “Go.”

You both paused, but out of fear obeyed and slinked outside just ahead of Edward who took up two muskets.

“Edward what are you going to do?” You whispered fearfully, near tears.

“Be quiet.” He hissed, more hateful towards you than ever. “Remain silent until I say.”

The Humid air made it hard for you to breathe but you didn’t dare complain now.

Outside near the root cellar, you and Guinness watched in horror as Edward forced them to undress and climb down into the dank hole one by one until they were all huddled down there beneath the earth.

You wanted to scream your protests, but you didn’t know what Edward would do if you did so you stood by in shame as your brother locked his servants in the cellar until they were ready to confess then turned to the two of you.

“Do not judge me” He huffed and pointed a finger at Guinness. “You are a servant as well, and don’t think your silver tongue and purple cockhead are enough to make you anymore than that.”

Guinness stiffened and with a scowl stalked off towards the house. Leaving Edward to shout after him in a rage.

You were left alone with your brother and eyed him like he may turn on you as well.

“And you...my sister” He looked to you almost helplessly. “Do you judge me to?”

You stared at him, then looked away with a hard swallow. “I am very tired brother, I must rest. This thick air is not good for my cough.”

He nodded and offered you his arm which you took reluctantly as he led you back to your room in silence.

You could not sleep the rest of the night, knowing what you knew. You wanted to go out there and release the servants but Edward would be furious if you did.

Rolling on your side you peered out the window and frowned. There was an approaching light in the forest. Sitting up, you stood before the window and watched a procession to strangers approach the house with torches and weapons and you didn’t even have time to gasp before your bedroom door was broken down.

Two men with thick beards and ragged clothes stormed the room and spotted you by the window.

“Edward!” You screamed in terror as one of the man grabbed your arm and you fought viciously as the other on gripped the other.

“Unhand me you beasts!” you ordered. “How dare you? Let me go! Edward! Edward!”

You realized too late your brother would be no help as he was held captive by the same type of men and hauled outside in his nightgown to an angry mob of strangers led by an old woman with white hair.

“Edward, what is happening?” you whimpered and your brother stared at you with an equally terrified gaze.

“I don’t know.” He whispered.

You hardly remembered the rest, your mind raced faster than your heart and all you could recall was the sound of your brother’s screams, the crimson stains of his blood spreading on his nightgown and the horrifically monstrous smell of his burnt flesh and hair as they thrust him into the bonfire like a hog on a spit.

“Please, please, please, please.” you sobbed, begging for mercy as one of the men forced you to your knees and bent your head so it was parallel to the ground.

“Hush” the woman ordered. “Look not for mercy within me, for thee will find none of it.”

You wept harder now and the man held your shoulders steady.

The last thing your felt was the bite of the blade cutting into the back of your neck.

[mrs-march-ahs]

What Your Favourite Evan Says About You

This isn’t a request but it’s facts

This came to me late last night as I was drifting off to sleep and I woke up and aggressively wrote all this down This is all in good fun! Tell me if you agree or disagree or what I missed

Tate

-You’re a teen -You like the idea of somebody loving despite your insecurities and issues -You should probably seek help -But I agree

Kit

-You believe in true love (and aliens) -You also love golden retrievers -You’re probably touch deprived

Frat Kyle

-You like the idea of being wooed because you usually put more effort in than the other person -You like the colour blue don’t ask me how I know I just do

Franken Kyle

-Your taste is questionable but you’re honestly so right

Jimmy

-You’re a freak in the sheets -You like the idea of a strong man who would beat up bullies but would be super soft around you -You need to be treated special and shown off

James

-Your taste is immaculate -You smell like sun-kissed cherries on a summer morning -You’re wise and interesting as a person -You want somebody who compares you to a Greek Goddess or a painting instead of calling you “hot” -Also your dick is huge -I don’t care if you’re a girl, it’s huge -You have a sledgehammer between your legs

Edward Mott

-I honestly can’t even judge you because he’s underrated -You’re genuinely not like other girls -Congrats

Rory

-If Rory is your favourite then I’m genuinely terrified of you -You probably swallow pills dry with no water -You have so many to choose from and he’s your favourite? I’m scared

Kai Anderson

-is everything okay at home? -seriously should I call somebody? -Your parents are probably aloof so you think that’s what love looks like -You hate indecisive people OR you are indecisive, so you want somebody who knows exactly what they want -Also you wanna ride his dildo mask -And that’s okay I don’t kink shame

Mr Gallant

-He’s underrated -Mr Gallant, Eddie Mott and Franken Kyle are the special boys -If any of them is your favourite, I agree

Jeff

-If Jeff is your favourite I’m mortified but I respect you -I’m scared of you but I also wanna be you -You’re unapologetically true to yourself -I have a feeling you’re a little insecure so you’d want somebody who would be nervous around you to make you feel better

[tatestripedsweater]

How the Evan’s react to giving you your first orgasm:

Kit would be in disbelief, his cheeks would be just as red as your own once you admitted to it but it would also turn him on to no end. To find out that he has been the only one to make you orgasm made his ego.. soar ever so slightly, you can bet he would go in for more as well

Kyle’s inner frat boy would come out once you told him, a wide grin spreading across the blonde boys face. Would be in some disbelief but he understood that sometimes it was hard for some to make yourself orgasm, but honestly he’d love the fact that he was the the person who gave you your first orgasm, it wouldn’t be your last either

Jimmy is.. well Jimmy. He is such a flirt but with you in private he is like a deer in headlights and somewhat clumsy, so when you told him he looked up in shock which ended up in his banging his head.. it was a moment neither of you would forget

As soon as James saw the way your legs were trembling he could tell, he didn’t even need to ask if you’ve ever orgasmed before due to how sensitive you were. “Get used to it darling, you’ll be having plenty more tonight” And there certainly was

Rory would be a tad cocky like Tate but non the less love the way you were shaking above him as he was between your legs, damn boy would ask to make a sex tape of you just orgasming.

Edward wouldn’t know how to react to what you just told him, eyes wide and his pale cheeks flushed once you admitted it. Would stumble and stutter over his words, Ed would most likely ask you to repeat yourself to make sure he even heard you right

Kai would fucking eat it all up (literally..), it would boost his ego to no end not that it needed boosting any more than it already was. Would taunt and tease you about not being able to make yourself cum, and demand that you told him who owned you.. boy is possessive 

Gallant wouldn’t even believe you at first, you were a guy how could you not have cum before. But after explaining that you found it difficult to cum all by yourself and often found it hard to fully relax, he would be more understanding. Let’s just say Gallant would catch you up on all the missed orgasms you had