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Crimson Peak (2015)
Dir. Guillermo Del Toro
Thomas Sharpe/reader, (50) What Happens After Midnight & (69) Lose Control, smut/supernatural
OoooOooo....
The bed shifts, dips, and you roll to see a form at the end of your bed. You gasp, think to get up and flee, but golden-grieving eyes hold you in place. Even in shadow, being shadow, you know this one. Know him in your gut. “Sharpe?”
He leans down, crawls up the bed. You shift up, he grabs hips to pull you back to the mattress. When your eyes meet he seems to look through you, into your soul. “...Edith...”
You shiver against the cool air from his mouth as it runs across your skin. His lips take yours, warm in the kiss you feel compelled to return. His body is both weightless and comforting in its feel. You reach out, expecting your hand to pass through him, but instead are able to feel strong jaw and curl fingers in smooth hair.
Thomas’ lips find cheek and jaw, throat and collarbone. Hand pulls tank aside, down, apart, to reach nipples that perk against his lips. You arch until he takes the whole breast for his own.
Legs shift, spread, as if your body has a will of its own. A desire of its own. “Thomas!” You gasp. “Thomas...” Sigh, fingers strolling their way down his bare back, finding the curve of his ass. “...Please...” It’s your voice and it’s not.
“...Edith.” The chill as he slips inside of you thrills, makes you cry out. His groan comes in the distant chimes of a long-broken clock, grows into a low howl of the wind. So warm, so welcoming. So much his love.
You feel yourself slipping away into pleasure never truly meant for you. You feel yourself being taken over by another, by the one Thomas calls for over and over...
“Edith...” Oh to have his love again. “Edith, my love...”
Nothing like a little naughty possession, eh? Haha! I decided to take “lose control” and turn it into a bit of a possession situation and, yeah, Thomas is a ghost in this one. So...hope you liked it @holykryptonitekitten and whoever else reads this!!
ALSO the “What Happens After Midnight” prompt reminded me of this video, which I listened to while I wrote this, lol!
Wanna request? Go here to read the set-up!!
