#thomas sharpe smut

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the final Lady Sharpe part 5: sent away

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Summary: Your plans with Thomas are coming to an end as his machine parts arrive and you both head into the city to set into motion Lucille's arrest.

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k (get a drink ready)

Warning/s: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers exit the room i only ask nicely once); vaginal fingering; oral sex (f receiving); Lucille Sharpe (yes she's a warning) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: married blorbos are snowed in (oh no how terrible 😈😏); Thomas is a simp for his wife; mutual pining sad blorbos hours

Dick-tionary: smut starts at "If we cannot lay together, then at least let me pleasure you." and ends at "…except one somber truth"

Logically there was no good reason why Thomas would wake this morning in a significantly better mood, considering that he was still stuck in this manor, a death sentence care of his psychotic murderous sister still looming over your head, and tasked with a nightly distraction that even the mere thought of it made his stomach want to turn. And yet somehow, in these few moments when he got to rouse from sleep before you did, getting to really look upon your features at a seemingly peaceful rest while he held you in his arms, there was a contentment that blanketed him and kept him warm despite the biting cold of winter.

If he could keep even at least this after this treacherous endeavor was done with, if he could keep you, then perhaps he could believe himself still deserving of happiness despite all the devastation he'd wrought throughout the years. There was no version of the near future that he could picture where he would be denied the simplest pleasure of getting to see you, perhaps even hold you. And with those thoughts, his mood had begun to sour, fully knowing that that was what awaited him at the end of the road. Dissolution of marriage.

And he couldn't even fault you for that. Why would you wish to stay with him given the context on why he'd chosen to court you? Why would you have any reason to believe him if he could muster up the courage to tell you that he'd fallen irretrievably in love with you and that he wanted more than anything to try to make this marriage work? To make it real?

He traced the back of his finger across your cheekbone, his heart twisting and melting all at once when you smiled and nuzzled your cheek against his chest. "I love you," he whispered, hoping that somehow his message would reach into your dreams. "I don't want you to leave if we make it through this. I wish to stay with you. Wherever you wish to go, I'll happily follow."

You began to stir in his arms, soft groans coming from you as you slowly roused in your husband's embrace. "Hmm?" The baronet's heart caught in his throat when your eyes fluttered open and met his, a soft smile stretching across your face. "Morning..."

He couldn't resist the urge to press a kiss to the tip of your nose, doing his best to fight back the desire to do nothing more than simply to stay in bed just like this when you rewarded him with such a lighthearted, melodic giggling in response. "Good morning, wife."

"Big day today," you mumbled, failing to fight back a yawn as you worked your way out of his embrace to sit up on the bed. "Your machine parts arrive today if your supplier and the postal service is on schedule. I just have to get all the duplicate documents I've had hidden away in your workshop together so I can send them over to my contacts in Scotland Yard." Excitement colored your features as you reached for his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "It's almost over. We actually did it. You're almost free."

Thomas' stomach dropped as the reality of the situation dawned on him, mentally counting back on how long it had been since he carried you in his arms across the threshold of Allerdale Hall and you concocted a plan that might grant him his freedom from Lucille's reign of terror. Three and a half weeks. He would be expecting the notice from the post office any day now. Tears prickled in the back of his eyes as your words haunted him.

You'll be free from me, too.

You seemed oblivious to the darkness that begun to plague him as you bounded your way over to the wardrobe, starting to dress yourself so that you two could grab something to eat. And check on your mail for the day.

Thomas made his way to you, gently placing his hands over yours while you did up the buttons up the back of your dress. "May I?"

"Go ahead," you said breathily, releasing your hold on the stiff buttons. Your husband took his time carefully slipping each stiff button through its loop, softly kissing your temple as he worked his way up your back.

He rushed to grab for your collar piece before you reached for it, making you both break out into light chuckles as he tightened his other arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek once he'd successfully grabbed the piece of fabric. "Never pictured you to be the type that had a playful mood, husband," you giggled, righting yourself and gathering your hair in your hands so he could secure the piece around your neck.

Before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, the sound of your staggered breathing and faint whimper spurring him on to press another. And another. All so that the words that danced on the tip of his tongue couldn't escape. Come back to bed. I wish to hold you a while longer. I have no desire to leave this room.

And the most dangerous words of all. Words that he never thought he would say to another and fully mean them. I love you. And I wish to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Thomas," you gasped his name like you were fighting for breath, reaching behind you and holding on to him to keep yourself upright. He groaned against your neck when your hand met the bare skin of his stomach. "What's gotten into you?"

His adamant words from many nights ago nearly slipped from his lips. You're my wife. I should be with you. It should be you.

"Can I not simply indulge in greeting my wife--"

The sharp rapping of knuckles on your bedroom door pulled you both harshly out of the moment, worsened by the shrill tone of Lucille on the other end. "If you both dawdle about, breakfast will get cold."

"We'll be down shortly, Lucille, just start without us," you called back, muttering something about mood ruiners. "We should go," you told him with a downhearted exhale, your breath hitching again when it seemed that the last few moments seemed to have no effect on Thomas, who resumed with kissing along the column of your neck. "Thomas, didn't you hear your sister? Breakfast will get cold."

"Then we'll eat it cold, darling," he mumbled, setting your collar piece back down on your dresser so he could wrap his arms around you. He turned you around in his arms, mesmerized as he watched your hair slip from your hand and fall to frame your face. "Have I told you how exquisite you look in the morning light?"

You broke out into a smile, averting your gaze from his as you made a motion to step out of his hold. "Thomas come on, we should go you need to--"

"Or how I think you're absolutely brilliant?" he cut you off, framing your face in his hands before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. Will I ever get to tell you that I've fallen in love with you? he thought to himself, savoring the fleeting moment where you returned his kiss before breaking it, taking a step backward and looking visibly flustered.

There was a long moment of deafening quiet before you spoke again, your tone soft, almost wistful. "If you keep this up, Sir Sharpe, I'll have no choice but to miss you when this is all over." Your expression became guarded, veiling to your husband the poignant fact that you, too, dreaded what would come after today.

The truth was that you already missed him, longed for him, even when he was already within your arm's reach. Just as he longed for you.

"There is still no mail that has come for your wife, Thomas," Lucille seethed the moment she made his way to his side as he fixed some tea for both of you. "I am growing quite impatient, it's nearly been a month and still no correspondence regarding her inheritance has come for her. In fact, no correspondence has come for her at all. As if there isn't a single soul that even cares to check up on her. Keep in touch. Could it be possible, sweet boy, that this Y/N is playing us for fools?"

A lump formed in Thomas' throat at his sister's suggestion, panic rising inside of him knowing how close her speculation actually was to the truth. "She did mention her father was quite the busy man, perhaps he has been overwhelmed with his work and will reach out soon."

"Well the old fool better hurry," she hissed. "The sooner we get what we need from this one, the sooner we can build toward an even better life together. Perhaps even make our way out of this decaying house. Finally let it sink to the ground."

The only better life I can envision is with the woman waiting for me at the dining table, he wanted so desperately to bite back. "Has any correspondence arrived for me, sister?" He struggled to keep his composure, forcing a smile on his face as he faced her cold, calculating features. How could you ever have convinced me that what we had, what you had me do, was love?

She was visibly taken aback by how he diverted the conversation, no longer speaking in a hushed tone and ensuring that you could hear from where you sat. "There--There is. A notice that those parts you ordered for your machine have come in. You'll need to sign for them at the post office."

"Excellent, I can bring Y/N along with me. Make a day of it."

Your face lit up at the mention of the notice. His supplier was perfectly within schedule. The end of your time together truly was drawing near; nearer than he ever wanted. "I would love to come with you to the city, husband," you beamed at him. "There are some letters I wish to send to my family as well. Keep them apprised of what I've been up to since getting married. All about Allerdale Hall and its rich history."

"That sounds like a perfect idea," Lucille told you both through gritted teeth. "I hope you two have a lovely time, then. Do try to get home before the blizzard strikes." Before Thomas made his way back to you, Lucille grabbed his arm in a talon-like grip. "The moment any form of correspondence comes for her, you are to tell me right away, dear brother. My patience can only last for so long."

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, aren't you quite the sight to behold. How long has it been since you've aided us in a case with your expansive knowledge?" Detective Jeffries, a colleague of yours from Scotland Yard, was there to pick up his own mail from the post office and bumped into you and Thomas right as you arrived.

"Too long, Jeffries. Hopefully not so long that you'd all forgotten that the reason for my prolonged absence has been my acclimation to married life. I actually go by Lady Sharpe now," you politely corrected him, giving his hand a firm shake before gesturing toward your husband. There was a noticeable pinch at your heart calling yourself that. Lady Sharpe. You wouldn't be for long if things worked out according to plan. "I'd like to introduce you to my husband, Sir Thomas Sharpe. Lord of Allerdale Hall."

There was a fleeting moment of pure glee on Thomas' face at your introduction before he settled into a more cordial expression, stepping forward to shake the detective's hand. "Good to meet you, Detective," he greeted, placing his other hand on the small of your back before stepping back to your side. "I shall go see to my deliveries now, darling." Before he walked away and let you catch up with your colleague, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, giving you a soft smile before walking further into the post office for his parcel.

"And here I once recalled a feisty consultant insisting that she'd never fall in love or become the marrying type," Jeffries teased, wagging a finger at you as if to tell you 'I told you so'. "Matrimony becomes you, though, my friend. Both you and your husband are positively radiant with your adoration for one another. It doesn't take a detective to notice that."

His remark sat heavily in your heart, every part of you struggling not to give it away that the words struck a nerve. This marriage was a sham, and it would all be over soon. Thomas was just doing a remarkable job at pretending, and you…you didn't have to. Out here in public, feeding into the image of a newlywed couple happily in love, this was the only time you could let your love for him show. To communicate the sentiment that you would never dare to with words.

"Right well uhm…" You cleared your throat, shaking your head as if to shoo the conversation away. "What you said about aiding you all with a case…that's actually what I came here for. You remember those cases on the board that we could never make any headway on? Enola Sciotti? Edith Cushing? Pamela Upton? All missing persons cases?"

"Don't tell me you were spending your honeymoon investigating these cases, Y/N, that's simply depressing--"

"I didn't actively seek out the information, I stumbled into it," you cut him off, clutching the envelope of documents in your hand with a death grip. "Married into it, really."

Sheer horror colored your friend's features, throwing a look at the baronet currently making small talk with the workers inside as he signed for his parcels. "He--"

"No, Jeffries, not him. His sister. Lucille Sharpe. Right piece of work, that one. Sad to say they're no longer 'missing persons' cases." You placed the envelope into his hands, holding his gaze and hoping that he could see the desperation in your eyes. "These are copies of death certificates, marriage certificates, and money transfers. It paints a morbid timeline that will tell you what happened, what's been happening, behind the doors of Allerdale Hall. I've also made a transcript from recordings I found from a phonograph. One of his former wives caught a confession from Lucille Sharpe. There's a map of the manor in there as well, showing you where you'll find all the original documents and the recording cylinders."

"Y/N, if this is all true, you're not safe in that manor." His tone was laced with more than understandable concern. "Neither of you are."

"That's why I need you to get those documents to Scotland Yard as soon as you can and come to Allerdale Hall to arrest Lucille," you told him, your own fears starting to creep into your words as they stumbled out of your mouth. "She's already getting stir-crazy waiting for an inheritance to come to me that doesn't even exist. We've only barely managed to convince her that there's a windfall coming my way, but it won't be long until she grows impatient enough to kill me anyway and start fresh. Jeffries, we can't let her harm another woman for the sake of satiating her bottomless pit of hunger for money and status."

Now the detective clutched the documents tightly in his grasp, giving you a nod before flagging down a carriage. "We should have a squad there tomorrow. Until then you two stay safe. Perhaps try and spend the night elsewhere, just to make sure." He reached out to you, both of you grasping the other's forearm in a show of trust and respect. "Thank you, Y/L/N--I mean, Sharpe. You're about to bring closure to a whole lot of distraught families with this."

You only nodded, fear for your own safety creating a lump in your throat you found near impossible to swallow. "Let's focus on putting Lucille behind bars before we focus on what comes after. Thank you, Jeffries." You closed the door to the carriage and tapped on the wooden panel twice. "To Scotland Yard!" you called out to the coachman, who tipped his hat to you before the carriage began to move.

As you made your way back into the post office, you tried to force a wide smile onto your face, stomping down any fears you had for what awaited you once you made your way back to Allerdale Hall. And any anticipation you had for the heartache that would accompany your inevitable divorce.

Once you were within arm's reach, Thomas reached for your hand, pulling you towards him and wrapping his free arm around your waist before softly kissing your lips. "There you are, sweetheart." He quickly noticed the absence of the envelope from your hands. "It's done?"

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "It's done," you confirmed. "We really did it."

The entire time that Thomas inspected the coil springs and other machine parts that were delivered for him, he kept his arm around your waist, his hand over yours and lacing your fingers together. His face was a mix of emotions, the plainest to see being relief, no doubt from the realization steadily creeping in that in a few short days he truly would be free from all of this.

There was a disquiet in his eyes, too. One that he tried so hard to mask, but you'd gotten to know him well enough ever since your courtship that no smile, no matter how bright or breathtaking, could ever mask it from you. And you knew exactly where his concern lied. It wouldn't take long for Scotland Yard to conclude that even though he had not been the one administering the potion, or the one holding the cleaver, he still bore a great amount of responsibility for the deaths of all his former wives.

Thomas would be seen as an accomplice to his sister's crimes; perhaps a case could even be argued for third-degree murder because of his administering of the cyanide. Sure the documents would reveal Lucille to be the mastermind, but they would also reveal that in some of those cases that had gone cold, Thomas was partly the executioner.

You flinched in his hold when the sound of the post office's main doors slamming shut hit your ears, all of you inside turning your heads toward the man holding the handles, a frantic look in his eyes. "The storm's gotten too strong," he huffed out, slumping to the ground. "No carriages in or out of the area, if the lot of us value our safety."

Your husband let out a sigh of relief, holding you closer against him before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Perhaps when we arrive at the manor tomorrow we need not even face her," he whispered into your hair.

"Yes, and while that is a marvelous turn of events, husband, we are faced with one…tiny problem." He tilted his head at you slightly, prompting you to continue. "We're still stuck here, and the nearest inn to rent a room is a good walk away. In this storm we'd likely freeze before we even reached the front door."

"Ah, yes…that," he murmured, brows knitted together as he tried to look around the post office for a possible place to pass the time.

"Erm…we might have something that could house yous," one of the workers spoke up, jerking his head towards the back of the office, signaling for you to follow him. "We 'ave a little suite here set up for whenever the owner comes by and wants to spend a few days in the city. Sure he won't mind if you use it for tonight."

He opened the doors to reveal a quaint bedroom that felt a far cry from the echoes of faded opulence that your room in Allerdale Hall held, and yet still emanated the feel of a warm embrace that home was supposed to feel like. When you looked upon Thomas, you could see from his expression that he likely held a similar sentiment.

"This will do more than fine," he stated, holding out his hand to the worker to shake. "Thank you."

"So now that your grievous time with Lucille is finally coming to a close, what are your plans for…well, the rest of your life? Your freedom?" you asked Thomas through the divider in the room, trying to keep your tone casual as you changed into your underdress, preparing for sleep.

He answered you with a sharp huff. "In truth, darling, I haven't even begun to think about it yet. I feel as if I am not completely in the clear yet. Best to focus my attention on that first before thinking about what I wish for my freedom to look like."

You took out the final pin in your hair, setting it down on the little table by the window, next to your blades, before stepping out from behind the divider, your husband immediately catching sight of the furrowed brows and the grimace on your face. "I'm sure Scotland Yard will have a degree of leniency, considering that Lucille's arrest will lead to the closing of multiple cold cases on their board."

"That was entirely your work, Y/N. Your work in making the arrest possible is all that they will see--"

"And I wouldn't have been able to accomplish any of it if I didn't have help," you cut  him off, making your way over to him and placing your hands on his shoulders, giving him a slight shake. "Not just from the spirits in that house, but from you. If I didn't have you in my corner, I would've been caught that first night. I know that I owe you a great debt for what you--"

The rest of your words died in a muffled squeak as he pulled you to him, the jerking motion causing you to straddle him on the bed as he captured your lips in a sudden kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his lips moving against yours, his hands roaming your body freely until they buried  themselves in your hair.

He groaned against you, the sound melting into the sweetest sounding whimper when you crossed your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer. This would be the last night that you could call him your husband; perhaps you could allow yourself a sliver of indulgence. When he broke the kiss, he wrapped his arm securely around your waist before flipping you onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

"My beautiful, brilliant wife," he rasped, the gravelly tone of his voice sending thrills up your spine. He proceeded to kiss along your neck, softly sucking at the base of your throat while he undid the tie at the top of your underdress. A mix between a gasp and a moan escaped you when he hooked your leg around his waist, pressing your hips together.

"Thomas what are you doing?" you asked him dumbly, breathlessly. "We don't need to do this tonight. Or ever again--"

"I want to," he mumbled, pressing a kiss above your heart. "I wish to lay with you, Y/N Sharpe." He kissed his way back up to your lips, looking at you with those pleading pup-like eyes that made him near impossible to resist. That whittled your resolve down to nearly nothing. "Please…"

You were finding it increasingly difficult to deny him, especially with how he was pressed against you, and you could feel his erection even through the layers of his trousers and what sheer clothing you had on yourself. And considering how you'd come to feel about him in the weeks past, how alarmingly quickly you recovered from the shock of his true predicament and the actual circumstances of your marriage, and you still found yourself falling so recklessly in love with him, most parts of you wanted nothing more than to say yes to him.

But then there was the borderline unwelcome party in your internal argument. The logical voice in your head that rationalized his actions as an overwhelming gratitude mistaken for desire. That you had done so much to get him out of the diabolical inescapable captivity that Lucille manipulated him into, and he couldn't articulate his gratitude to the point that in his mind, he saw it as an urge to lay with you.

"Thomas…" you said his name slowly, trying so hard to keep your head level and work against your more primal urge to just shout your assent. Taking deep breaths wasn't any help; it just pressed your bodies closer together, the slightest shift in his hips threatening to drive you mad. "Think about this for a moment…Wouldn't you rather wait until you could lay with someone that you love?"

There was a split second where a pained look crossed his face, before he leaned back down to softly capture your lips, moaning into the kiss when you threaded your fingers through his curls. "I wish to at least do something for you." He kissed you again before presenting you with another all too tempting offer. "If we cannot lay together, then at least let me pleasure you."

He kissed a trail along your jaw, his breath warming your skin before he traced the shell of your ear with his tongue. His next words had you letting out a whimper of his name, your desire for him that had been simmering for weeks now starting to boil over.

"I've been reading through the books in the manor's library, and all I wish to do is show you what I've learned. To explore these avenues of pleasuring with you. My wife. Please. Let me at least do that."

Another whimper escaped you, the only sound you could manage to make as you finally relented and nodded your head. There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he scanned your face, eyes never leaving yours as his hand made its way under your dress and up between your legs. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan once his fingers made contact with your slick arousal, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a half-smile.

He breathed your name, carefully studying every detail of your face as he traced up along the length of your slit, his mouth breaking out into a devilish grin when you arched your back off the bed, screaming for him when he touched the hardened bundle of nerves above your entrance. "Exquisite," he rasped, repeating the motion and causing you to let out a sharp moan. You could only manage a whimper when he started to kiss along your collarbone while those sinful fingers kept on stroking you, dipping into your warmth before making their way back to your clit.

Before long you felt a tension at your lower stomach, begging to be released. Whenever you'd reached this point in your solitude, back in the city, from your own touch, you would close your legs. The sensation was too great and you would stop yourself. Catch your breath. Having your husband situated between your legs made it impossible to close them now, his fingers still diligently stroking you. "Thomas p-please," you squeaked, struggling to breathe. "'S too m-much for me."

"Not enough," he muttered against your skin, stroking at you faster as he kissed at your collarbone. "Let go, darling. I've got you." He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your neck, flicking his tongue against the spot and letting out a whimper that sent you over the edge, your walls fluttering and clenching around nothing as he continued to stroke at your clit.

Thomas proceeded to kiss down your chest while you tried to catch your breath, pulling back his fingers from you to firmly hold on to your hips, pinning you to the bed as his lips descended further down. You uttered his name in a breathless question, your heart beating even faster when his hands moved to hike your underdress up your legs and place your thighs on his shoulders.

"I'm not done yet," he said with a whimper, kissing his way up your inner thigh and looking up to meet your eyes, his pupils blown out so wide his eyes were near black. Shining with a sincerity that stole what air remained from your lungs. "I wish to taste you."

"Thomas what are you--Oh!" You arched your back off the bed once more, letting out an obscene moan as he licked up your entrance and closed his mouth around the oversensitized nub above it. The sight of his onyx curls subtly moving with every bob of his head, his hands grasping your thighs to keep you in place, immediately burned itself into your memory.

You would remember every devastatingly pleasurable moment of tonight for as long as you'd live. Remember him.

It wasn't long before he brought you to the brink of orgasm again, mercilessly flicking his tongue against you until you came undone, your husband making you ride his tongue while you came down from your high. Soft groans slipped from his mouth while he licked away at your release, kissing along your inner thighs again when he brought the fabric of your underdress over your legs again.

There were no words left in your mind except one somber truth. "You're going to make a fortunate woman very happy in the future, Mister Sharpe."

Thomas couldn't sleep that night, holding your sleeping form in his arms as he absently stroked at your hair. His life felt like a stick of dynamite that could set off and crumble around him at any moment now; while he allowed himself to feel a touch of relief that soon he would finally be free from Lucille and her wretched ways, that freedom came at a heart-wrenching price.

You.

Your words before you went slack in his hold haunted him, ringing constantly in his mind now like an eerie church choir. You're going to make a fortunate woman very happy in the future, Mister Sharpe.

His day ended the same way it began, watching your peaceful features as your head rested on his chest. With him speaking words he hoped would somehow reach you in your dreams. "I want to make you happy, Y/N." He didn't bother fighting back the tears that welled in his eyes as the thought slammed into him that this may very well be the last night he had with you.

And then you would disappear from his life. You'll be free from me, too.

"I don't want to be free of you," he whispered through the suppressed sobs. "I wish to be free with you. I love you, Y/N Sharpe." He pressed his lips to your forehead, a tear rolling down his cheek as he did so. "Please don't leave me."

A/N: In today's episode of "YN is stronger than all of us" 🥴 I know that this is super slow going but I promise there are plans to guide me through writing the rest of the series and I'll get to finishing it 🫡

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

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

“Lucille?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Most improper things. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were alone. In safety.

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

Thomas.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, this cock won’t suck itself“.

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

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

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

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

And how you should let him.

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

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

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

“What was that, pet?“ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Next year though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tags (feel free to ignore if it's not your genre) : @coldnique @gigglingtigger @muddyorbs @gigglingtigger @smolvenger @toozmanykids @lokisgoodgirl @simplyholl

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[aishophrenic]

summoned the god of mischief.

Warning: consensual non consent (CNC), dubious consent (dub con), overstimulation, oral sex (both f and m), fingering, p in v, manipulation, mind control

Plot: You have tried to summon the god of mischief a number of times but thought that it was of no use until one day he comes and finally pays you a visit.

It was the worst of times. It was the best of times. Light was shining on you, stars were aligned for you. Nothing felt better than what you were experiencing right now in your life. And then the question arose, how was everything going so perfectly? Or, did it seem so? Little did you know that all the good times were about to turn into a living hell.

Once again, you woke up in your comfy bed and looked at the table clock. You were really proud of yourself as you woke up just on time. Damn, this really had to be great. This was definitely a great start for your day but it would be beneficial for you to not assume that your day would be put to a great end.

After freshening up and having your breakfast, you got ready in your office attire and sat in your car to drive to your workplace. While driving, you saw that your daily route was closed because of some construction work, leading you to take a quieter, and less dense road.

You were not the one who's good at directions so it didn't bring you much shock when you found out that you had been lost and accidentally found your way into a forest. You had never seen it before, nevertheless it looked enchanting.

Without even realising, you drove inside the forest. The interior was even prettier than the outside. Suddenly, the sky turned grey and you realised that it was about to rain. A rainy car ride in an unknown forest wasn't the best idea so you decided to depart, but as soon as you tried to move the steering, a strong wind blew in your direction making you squirm in your seat.

Goosebumps rose all over your body, something felt wrong. Shrugging it away, you took a deep breath and sighed. "Alright, let's get out of here." You said to yourself in an attempt to calm yourself down.

Before you could drive, you saw a big tree about to fall on your car and then boom! This was the end. This is how it was all supposed to end, right?

Slowly, you opened your eyes, the blackness fading out. You saw yourself inside a room, a bedroom to be precise. You were sitting on the bed. Your hands tried to reach for your face but they failed to do so. You realised that your hands were tied to the bedpost. One on each side.

Your blood ran cold on learning that you had been held captive by someone. Thoughts started gushing over your mind about how you would escape from here or would you even be able to ever escape from here?

Putting a halt to your thoughts, you saw the door open as a tall, bulked up man with shoulder length hair walked in and smiled at you.

You clenched your fist in fear and terror as you tried to scrutinise his plans but it seemed like it was the other way round, as your fright was obvious to him.

"Hello, pet." He said with a sly smirk. "Who are you?!" You said in a rather high pitch. "Who am I? Good question." He replied. You looked at him waiting for him to continue. "I am Loki of Asgard and I am the god of mischief."

You gasped, it had to be false. How could this happen? You had always been a Norse mythology enthusiast and were always eager to read about loki. Attracted to his mischievous and ravageous demeanour, you had tried summoning him sometimes. He never responded to your summons but looks like he knew.

His features were actually fitting all the characteristics that were given about him in the books but how could you trust? What if it was just a cosplayer who was taking advantage?

"How can I trust you?" You asked. "Oh darling, I'm not here to prove myself to you but I know exactly how many times you have tried to reach out to me and summon me."

Shit. It was really him. You could feel the energy around you and the way he talked. You had actually manifested him to come to you but heck now what were you supposed to do?

"Don't know what to do next? Do you? I can read your thoughts well, pet." Fuck. This was getting messier. You always enjoyed it when he did all those sinful things to other people, but you doubted if you would be really amused if he did those things to you.

"I know you're terrified, anticipating what I'll do to you. Perhaps I have been waiting for just a moment like this so that I can do…terrible, awful things to you."

You took a deep breath as your mouth ran dry and heart palpitated. You stick your tongue out to wet your lips so that you could enunciate the words forming inside your mouth.

"Please forgive me God loki, I am just a foolish mortal who was driven by your attraction and ended up fucking myself up."

"Ooh, you excite me, pet. I like the way you address me. Also, you're not foolish for being driven by my attraction, there is no one who won't be allured by a god."

Things were heating up and the tension between you two was increasing. His eyes were addictive, they held you captive. You felt enchanted. Your chest heaved up and down and constantly fidgeted inside his seductive aura. You could feel something wet between your thighs and before you could figure out what you actually were supposed to do, the smell of your arousal hit both yours and his nostrils. He smirked on smelling it and scoffed. You felt a tinge of redness on your cheeks as you turned your gaze away in embarrassment.

"Oh dear, already so wet for me. You like the thought of being terrified. The thought of being dominated and asserted by a god amuses you. You must have been truly desperate to summon me."

"Forgive me but I don't like all of this. I think you've misinterpreted my thoughts. Please let me go. I respect you a lot and I swear on you that I'll never summon you again." You said out of terror, practically being restless.

"But why not?! Why won't you summon me again? I know you would if I leave you right here, you're destined to come to me. You're just a mere mortal to me but you had the audacity to doubt my interpretations." His tone was getting a bit angrier and you thought that he was about to snap his fingers and kill you but instead, he came closer to you and whispered in your left ear, "I know it darling. I know that you want me."

With that being said, he connected his lips to yours and your reaction was instantaneous to kiss him back passionately. You could not hold the heat back in anymore and you needed more. He broke the kiss while you caught your breath, "Now tell me dear, aren't you desperate to feel my touch? Do you still want me to go?"

He definitely had your mind and was using his magic on you as your body stopped responding against his touch or maybe it really was you.

He slid his hand smoothly over your body making sure to touch every part of you and halted as he reached your heat. "Say it and I'll make you feel like no mortal could ever make you feel."

You knew that you needed him and you were ready to submit yourself to him. To your god. "Yes, God loki, please mark me as yours and make me feel good. You're the only one who can make me feel good. I'm all yours to tame."

You were shocked as the words slipped out of your mouth, you definitely didn't see it coming. Your ideology was literally screaming to you and telling you to deny his touch but your mind was too cloudy to listen clearly.

"I know my sweet little girl, that I'm the only one who can make you feel good. I am your god."

In a snap of his fingers, all your clothes disappeared into green sparks and your restraints vanished. Your hands were freed but he manipulated your mind into giving in to him so you had no strength to move your limbs according to your wish.

His hand cupped your left bosom which fitted perfectly in his hand. He circled the tip of your nipples with his thumb while fondling your right bosom. You let out an audible breath which could be counted in as a moan. Your chest heaved erotically while he smirked looking at you.

"It's a pleasure to look at such a beauty like you. I can't wait to do all those sinful things to you." You let out a muffled moan as you tried to speak out but it felt like your mouth had been sewed with invisible threads. He would let you speak what he wants to hear, not what you want to say.

His hands were big and veiny and they weren't really helping you to not be aroused even more. You had to agree on the fact that he was the most ethereal being you had ever seen in your whole life.

His hands finally reached you down there where you wanted them to be. He slid his finger up and down your pussy and collected all the slick on his finger. He slipped his wet finger inside your tight hole. You clenched immediately as you felt his finger inside you.

You choked on a moan when he inserted his whole finger in you. "Oh darling, already clenching on my finger, I wonder how you'll take my actual length." He said with fake sympathy.

Your cheeks were flushed at the thought of him being inside you. Deep down somewhere, you wanted him and you knew that too.

He slowly started fingering you, making your pussy wetter. He slid in another finger and picked up his pace a bit. Wet slurpy noises could be heard inside the room and they just turned you on even more. You finally lost it when he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot and making you moan out loud. Your thighs tightened and you dropped your head back on the bed.

"Aww sweetheart, looks like you're loving this." You were loving this and hating this at the same time. His praises just brought you closer to the edge. There was something unusually arousing about him praising you. You felt weak in your knees whenever he called you by certain names like his pet or his little girl.

Once he realised that he had found that one spot, he curled his finger more frequently while his thumb circled your clit. You were in pure bliss as he fulfilled your insatiable desires. He fastened his fingers and started rubbing your clit faster making you close your eyes.

You were so close. So damn close from breaking into his embrace. You were prepared for him to pull out because that was what he was supposed to do right? Bring you to the edge and then leave right there, afterall he is the god of mischief but seems like he outwitted you as he continued with his ministrations, seemingly bringing you towards the edge.

"It's alright, you can cum darling. All I wanna do is make you feel pleasure." His assuring words were all you needed for a release as you came hard. But it didn't come to an end. The stimulation didn't stop. He didn't stop. Now that was even worse than edging and he probably knew that. He rubbed your clit even faster than before as he put a third finger inside you. You screamed as you felt overstimulated. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop! Please I beg you, it's too much! Oh God." You said, your eyes rolling in the back of your head while your hands reached down to hold his hands in an attempt to make him stop. You squirmed and shaked continuously under his grasp but he didn't stop.

"You're such a good girl, taking it all for me. Darling, I wanna see you cum on my fingers one more time and I know that you would oblige." You knew that there was no other way than obeying him and you had to push yourself over your limit.

You took the pleasurable torment until it broke you down for the second time and had you cumming undone on his divine fingers. Your thighs were shaking as you hadn't experienced such intense orgasm in a long time.

He finally gave you a moment to breathe just to take it back from you. "You're so damn adorable, my precious pet." He praised, making you feel happy even after all the abuse he put you through.

In a snap of his fingers, you were once again back to your senses and sanity. You were no longer feeling numb. You snatched the opportunity and screamed,"Please let me go! You are forcing me into this!" She pleaded against the god. Loki chuckled with a sinister smile on his face and said, "Whom are you trying to fool, pet? Me or yourself? I know exactly what you feel. You like being forced and manhandled by a man. You crave my touch. You are nothing but my whore so don't act like I'm forcing you when you are the one who summoned me and touched yourself to my name."

Your eyes widened as the realisation hit you that he knew it all. You gulped down the saliva building in your mouth as you struggled to respond. "Don't know what to say now, pet? Now that I have said it all, are you still going to pretend that you dislike this?"

You tried to turn your gaze away from him until he taunted again,"Awe, my poor little girl." he said with a tsk. "Don't worry, I know you're desperate. I know you need affection. I will show you.". You didn't know anymore if you wanted this or not. Some part of you said to stay right there and devour the moment while the other part of your mind told you to leave that place as soon as possible. You knew that you won't be able to flee in such a vulnerable state so there was no other option left than to take whatever he was giving you.

"Oh, so you have surrendered yourself. Your thoughts excite me." You were terrified by his powers but they also exhilarated you at the same time.

"Undress me, darling." He told you in his deep voice that sent tingles down your spine. You barely breathed out a no. "I said undress me, darling. It wasn't a request, it was an order." You wanted to play along this time. "And what if I don't? What will you do?" You asked, hoping that it wouldn't go wrong.

Suddenly, a dagger appeared in his hand as he held it against your neck, pressing it just the right amount so it wouldn't actually cut. "I fear that your disobedience might be the reason for your death."

"No, please don't! I am sorry. I will obey you. I'll do anything that you'll tell me but please don't take my life. I beg you." He smirked at your miserable state as you were on the verge of crying. "Alright, so you will do anything that I tell you to, right darling? I hope you are a woman of your word."

"Undress me. Darling." He said in a stern tone this time. You nodded as your shaking hands slowly took off his armour and his asgardian suit. His toned and lean figure was definitely a sight to behold. On noticing your hesitation to take off his pants, he cooed,"It's alright darling. Take them off."

You tucked on his pants and slid them down. His manhood stuck out erect, the tip being a light shade of red while oozing precum. You would be lying if you said that your mouth didn't water at the delicious sight. You wanted to take his length in your mouth and it seemed like he heard you.

"Come here my sweet girl. Satisfy your god with your mouth. I know this mouth can do wonders. I want to go deep down your throat till you're gagging and choking." His words were dripping with honey and they terrified and aroused you at the same time.

Not wanting any more chaos, you submitted to Loki as you crawled forward and bent down to take his length inside your warm mouth. It wasn't even half of his whole length and you were already choking.

In an attempt to go deeper, you accidentally choked yourself again and jerked your head backward to detach your mouth from his cock and breathe. Before you could, his hand grabbed your head and pulled it even closer to him, making you gag. You tapped on his thigh in an erratic manner but he didn't care. "Ssh ssh it's fine. Don't panic darling. Just try to breathe from your nose and take it. Your mouth feels so good."

Tears flowed from your eyes as he bobbed your head up and down his cock. Your nose touched his pelvis, resulting in a moan out of him. Gradually, his movements became faster as you started to get used to it. He thrusted his hips upwards and deep throated you.

You lolled your tongue on his veiny length. You could feel his length growing inside you. "Ah, yes, you're wonderful my dear, I'm so close." After jabbing his length inside you for a while, he pulled out of your mouth. You gasped all the air that your lungs could take and felt that you were finally back to life.

"Stick out your tongue." He breathed out. You obeyed him and did as he said. He jerked his cock from his hand a few times before he released the strands of cum on your tongue. "Swallow it." After you did, he said, "Good girl."

It was enough to make you weak in the knees.

You lied down on your back and sighed. You closed your eyes for a minute until you felt someone towering you. You opened your eyes to see Loki on top of you resting his forearm on the bed so that he doesn't suffocate you with his body weight.

You could feel his tip touching your pussy. "I hope that you want it as much as I do." He said with a devilish smile which was enough to scare you. "No, please don't, I d-don't want this!" You cried. "Well, all I can do is hope that you do." he replied.

He rubbed his length on your pussy lips, making you moan. Your wetness was visible to him. "Seems like your body doesn't sync up with your thoughts, for I can clearly see your arousal." He said, smirking. You were too embarrassed to speak anything.

He pushed his whole length inside you without letting you process the moment. You let out a scream as his big length teared up your insides. You had never seen someone even near his size.

He slowly started thrusting inside you. "Y-you're so big. It hurts." You said while your eyes brimmed with tears. "Shh it's alright. You're a good girl. I know you can take it. It will feel nice soon." He coaxed. It felt genuine. The way he praised you. You started to like it.

Your hands gripped his shoulders as he penetrated. Gradually, the pain started to turn into pleasure, making you roll your eyes back. Skin slapping and wet squelching noises could be heard. You don't know when you lost control and started moaning his name. You could feel yourself near your climax.

"Yes darling, keep clenching at me like that. You're my special girl." He said while speeding up. He was about to cum, and so were you. He could feel you on the edge. He put his thumb on your clit and played with it, making you throw your head back.

"I-I'm so damn close. Please don't stop." You said while trying to breathe properly. "I know my dear that you are so close. I want you to cum with me. I want to feel your warmth." Loki said.

His thrusts became erratic as they sufficed your darkest desires. "Let loose, my pet."

You both came together. He kept on thrusting inside you until all of his cum was deep in your womb and dripping out of you. He pulled out and laid beside you.

"I would love to see you again, pet."

You woke up in your car, looking the same as you were before you fainted. You put your hand on your face while your eyes widened. You realised that he visited you. The god of mischief had paid you a visit himself.

It would be a lie if you said that you didn't wish for him to visit you again.

#loki laufeyson #loki smut #dark!loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston #thomas sharpe smut #tom hiddleston smut #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson smut

[mischievoushiddleston]

Descendant

Warnings: Smut, Non-Con, Ghost sex

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Masterlist here!

Request by @jadep2003 hope you like it 💚

"You can put the box there..." said Y/N to one of the movers, pointing to a spot in the room. She had spent several months restoring Allerdale Hall so that people could live in there again. It had its charm and she loved old buildings like that. When her grandmother Edith passed away recently, she passed it on to her because her mother probably never would have wanted it either. Edith always told her the stories that had happened to her here, but also left some out. Y/M/N hated her stories and never wanted her to tell Y/N, although it never stopped her from telling her. Finally all the boxes had been carried into the house and she sighed. It had all been pretty exhausting today. She stroked her hair and stopped in front of a mirror.

She had inherited a lot from her grandmother when she was younger, only her hair and eye color were different from Edith. She felt a cool rush of air against the back of her neck and shuddered a little. Everyone thought Allerdale Hall was haunted, but Y/N didn't believe in ghosts, unlike her grandmother. She looked around and saw that the kitchen window was open. She went there and closed it before going into the living room and lighting the fireplace. Y/N went into the kitchen and turned on the kettle to make herself some warm tea. Luckily she had modernized everything here so she had electronics here, although there was still a wireless hole here so she couldn't connect to the internet. Finally the water boiled and she poured it into the cup and put the tea bag in before walking over to her sofa and sitting down. She enjoyed the warmth of fire and sighed in relaxation and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she heard a loud noise from upstairs. She frowned and put down her cup before getting up and starting to walk upstairs. Was it foolish to go up without any protection? It wasn't like there were many people in the area. Besides, who would break in here? There was nothing of value here....

The lights began to flicker a little as she approached the stairs to the top floor. "Come to me..." she heard a voice barely audible whisper. No, she thought, imagining it. She stopped and sighed. Probably she was just tired...

However, she couldn't shake this feeling that someone was watching her and Y/N got goosebumps. She went back to the living room, but stopped at a portrait. It was of her grandmother's then owner and first husband, Thomas Sharpe. He was an attractive man and seemed to want to do the right thing in the end, but was killed by his sister. Eventually she moved on and sat back down on the sofa and wrapped a blanket around herself as it was getting colder. She didn't know when, but eventually she fell asleep there.

Thomas had been watching her all along, as he had all the months since she had restored Allerdale Hall. She was the spitting image of her grandmother. He walked over to her and sat down on the side of the sofa next to her. It had been so long since he had seen Edith and Y/N began to awaken his desires. All those years alone and cursed to be a ghost. Thomas stroked her cheek with a finger, but she only felt a cool rush of air and moved a little. He pulled down her blanket and leaned in to kiss her neck as he stroked his fingers over her breast and could already feel her nipple getting hard. Thomas let his hand move further down between her thighs and rubbed her pussy a little through her pants. This touch made her whimper a little.

"You will be mine," he said softly against her neck and she suddenly opened her eyes in shock and looked around fearfully, but Thomas was already gone. Y/N swallowed and got up to go to bed. She went to her bedroom and undressed, not noticing that Thomas was watching her as he sat in the chair in front of the full-length mirror, rubbing his erection a little through his pants.

Y/N lay down in the bed after putting on a nightgown and pulled the covers over herself to fall asleep. It didn't take long for her to fall deeply asleep either. Thomas got up and walked over to her before opening his shirt and then sliding his pants and her down before pulling her covers down and carefully pulling her legs apart. He sat down between her legs and stroked her legs. She shivered a little and Thomas smiled wickedly and pushed up her nightgown and pulled down her panties, always careful not to wake her, at least not yet. He stroked his cock as he looked her up and down, moaning excitedly and stroking the crease of her pussy with one finger. She moaned a little in her sleep.

Thomas smiled and thrust a single finger inside her. She was tight one finger and he couldn't wait to see how she would feel around his cock. Slowly he began to thrust it in and out of her, enjoying the way she moaned softly and writhed under him. But he didn't want to risk waking her before he had his cock inside her. He pulled his finger out of her and guided his cock to her entrance and rubbed it against it before pushing the tip into her, making her whimper and moan a little louder.

Thomas pulled her legs a little further apart and looked at her as he thrust his cock deep into her pussy in one hard and fast thrust. She widened her eyes when she felt it and tried to move, but he had already grabbed her wrists and held her still as he started thrusting into her quickly. Y/N looked at him in shock and didn't know what was happening at first, but then realized it and tried to stop him.

"Stop it! Let me go!" she screamed and moaned as he thrust deep inside her again and bit her neck.

"God, you're so tight...It's been so long since I felt a woman around my cock," he moaned as he continued to thrust hard and fast into her pussy. Y/N couldn't believe what was happening. She was being taken against her will by a man who looked like the portrait of Thomas. But it couldn't be her late grandmother's first husband, could it? He was dead and even if he was alive, he was never that young. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he continued to fuck her. Thomas kissed her cheek with a tear running down it. "Don't cry...I'm going to have so much fun with you and you're going to enjoy it..."

She heard his words and gasped as he sat up and released her hands to wrap a hand around her throat. The new angle caused him to bump against her G-spot with each thrust of his cock, making her moan loudly. She looked at him as he fucked her pussy and clawed at his arm, trying to resist, but Thomas didn't move a bit, just smiled wickedly. Surely he couldn't be real? She closed her eyes. This is all a nightmare and you're about to wake up, she tried to tell herself, none of this ever happened-.

She arched her back and moaned loudly as he thrust hard into her, forcing her eyes open. "S-stop..." she begged softly, but Thomas ignored her. He watched her breasts jiggle with each of his thrusts. He let one hand wander down to her clit and began rubbing it. Against her will, she felt her orgasm building quickly inside her.

"So tight..." he moaned through clenched teeth. She began to tighten and it became hard for him to thrust in and out of her. "Cum for me."

Thomas rubbed her clit faster and his thrusts became erratic. Unexpectedly, she cum all over his cock and her vision went black as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He continued to thrust into her until he was deep inside her, filling her with his cum. Y/N was breathing heavily as she felt this and Thomas finally pulled out of her. She glared at him and swallowed as he smiled wickedly again and leaned in to her ear.

"Edith may not have gotten pregnant by me, but maybe you..." he said darkly in her ear. Could that be possible? He was a ghost, but then again, it shouldn't be possible for him to even touch her, let alone have sex with her. She closed her eyes and let another tear run down her cheek, when she opened them again he was gone.

"This is going to be fun..." she heard his voice say laughing out of nowhere.

#smut #thomas sharpe #thomas sharpe smut #crimson peak #Ghost sex #rape #non con

[caffiend-queen]

Tumblr Masterlist

Tom Hiddleston - Loki - Night Manager - Jaguar Villains - High Rise

All of Tom's most tasty permutations...

I'm trying to update my masterlists because... well, it's all crap. Hopefully, this makes it easier to find what you want. There's some new Loki stories here, and if you share my filthy love of Dr. Robert Laing from High Rise, there's several new stories you might not have read before. Thank you for reading my nonsense...

The Reluctant Spy - Jaguar Villains - Thomas Pine

Free on Amazon.com

TVA? F.U.

Complete

Haust Blot: A Loki Halloween tale Jotunn Loki

Complete

One, or the Other: A Crimson Peak - Only Lovers Left Alive

Halloween Special

Complete

That Old Black Magic CEO Loki Halloween Special

The Christmas Party - Loki, Avengers, “Holidays from Hel” series

A Date? A Prince of Asgard Does Not Ask For a Date!

I'm Mr. Heat Miser

What Are You Doing On New Year’s Eve? - A Loki - Avenger’s tale from the ‘Holidays in Hel’ series

I’ll Break Your Heart Before You Break Mine - A Loki - Avengers Valentine’s Day tale “Holidays from Hel” series

“Do Not Say ‘Always After My Lucky Charms’ or I Will Stab You” A St. Patrick’s Day - Avengers tale

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Oh, I Could Just EAT YOU UP! A Halloween "Holidays in Hel" Avenger's Tale.

The Dragon Bride - A “Springtime with Loki” one-shot

“I’m right here, honey…” A Tom on Broadway ask - Complete

Sing Banshee - Loki, The Avengers

On Your Knees - A Succubus Loki, Bucky Barnes filthy musing

That Which is Lost - A Loki, Avengers time-travel story

Blood and Music - A Bodyguard Tom story

The Auction - A Dystopian Loki, Bucky Barnes, Ransom Drysdale mashup.

Dr. Laing's Loose End - High Rise Dr. Robert Laing

What Do You Want For Your Birthday, Darling?  follow-up to Dr. Laing's Loose End

You're Too Good For This Place - High Rise Dr. Robert Laing one-shot

You Belong To Me, Now Dr. Robert Laing, dark High Rise (artwork by RayofDawn)

The Mistletoe Chronicles - Christmas tales of Loki, Thomas Pine and Dr. Robert Laing

Metamorphosis - Loki

My Lovely Doll - Jaguar Villains Tom

(This is an age-gap dark romance. There is no underage sexual activity, but it IS dark.)

You're Definitely Trouble  - Loki and occasional Avengers

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[lulubelle814]

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[lady-rose-moon]

My sweet Baronet

Summary: being married to Sir Thomas Sharpe had some... inconvenient setbacks but you are sure to worth through them with your husband.

Warnings: smut, mentioned incest, Lucille Sharpe, angst, mentions of grooming 🤢

A/N: come on, I love writing for Thomas, gimme a break!!

Allerdale was colder at night. You had to pull up the blankets to your chin to even feel a semblance of warmth. The house was falling apart and yet neither Thomas nor Lucille had paid for someone to repair it. You had offered to get the finest builders on the job but both had vehemently ordered that you not hire anyone. Then there were the ghosts that you kept seeing, they were always in your peripheral vision or disappeared just as you realised they were there. 

Thomas had always insisted that the ghosts were just your imagination but you knew that you saw them and you could see in your husband’s eye that he believed you. On the subject of your husband, he was once again not in your bed tonight. It was saddening that you were becoming used to being alone in the King sized bed when you fell asleep and awoke. 

You were fully awake tonight and decided that you would explore the crumbling mansion with your candelabra, the stray dog at your feet. Your bare feet pattered against the rotting floorboards as you walked along the floor that you were on. Thomas’s grand bedroom seemed to take up most of the floor but the other side was unfurnished as if all the furniture had been sold because of lack of use. 

Something urged you up the stairs, the hairs on your arm rising as you came up into the attic, hearing the soft song of a woman; Lucille. Dread pooled in your stomach as you edged closer to Lucille’s bedroom door and when you turned the knob and the door swung open, you were greeted with the sight of Lucille on Thomas’s lap, her hand down the front of his trousers and his mouth locked on her neck. 

You were so tempted to say something but before they could register that you had been there, you had closed the door again and swept down the stairs back into Thomas’s spacious bedroom. 

You began to pace the floor as you nibbled on one of your nails. They slept together. They loved each other. Thomas doesn’t love you. The recording tubes that you listened to, the photo of a baby, you realised now that the baby wasn’t Thomas’s with Enola, it was Lucille’s baby.

Nausea rose in your throat but you swallowed it down as you moved to sit on the windowsill and watch the snow fall. You were in a one-sided marriage. You loved Thomas more than anything, he had been there for you endlessly when your brother died, leaving you the heir to your family's fortune. 

You didn’t realise how long you were sitting on the sill until a soft pair of lips pressed to your forehead. Your eyes shifted from the freshly fallen snow to the alluring blue of your husband's eye, the eyes that had only been for Lucille all this time. 

“How long?” you whispered, feeling your husband falter in his stance, staring at you with a look of confusion.

“How long, what, my darling?” Thomas whispered, sitting on the sill in front of you, a frown playing at his lips when he saw how distraught you looked and he noted how you looked as if you hadn’t gotten a speck of sleep last night. 

You scoffed and looked back out of the window to the fallen snow, wishing you were as free as the snowflakes elegantly falling from the clouds. Instead, you felt like a wealthy caged bird inside the crumbling mansion belonging to your husband and his sister/mistress. “How long have you been fucking Lucille, Thomas?” you spat, meeting his gaze head on and you watched his eyes widen comically and his breath hitch, “how long?!”

Thomas released a breathy chuckle and stood from the sill, knowing you still had your eyes on him as he walked to his wardrobe and pulled out the day’s outfit. “I have no idea what you are talking about, dearest, Lucille is my sister,” the Baronet returned eventually, buttoning his shirt and looking over at you, registering the cold look in your eye and flinching away from it.

“Don’t play with pretty words, Baronet,” you sneered, rising from your seat and ignoring the ache in your rear from sitting as you approached your cheater of a husband, “I saw you in the early hours of this morning, her hand down your pants, you openly appreciating her neck. Don’t bullshit me, Thomas.”

“Such words, my love!” Thomas protested, his brows furrowing with worry.

“The Gods will pardon my words to you, husband! Avoiding my question will only prolong my blasphemy! Admit it and God shall forgive,” you countered, your arms crossing over your nightgown as you held his gaze. You weren’t afraid of the man before you even though you knew he had the power to kill you with his bare hands.

Thomas lowered his head and sighed, tears forming in his oceanic eyes as he whispered, “since I was young.”

The words struck you immediately and you stared at your husband incredulously, “since… since you were how young, Thomas?”

“Since I was a boy,” the Baronet whispered, raising his head to meet yours as his eyes glimmered with confusion, “don’t tell me you and your brother didn’t…”

You realised his implication and you were sickened by it. Not him, never him, but you were sickened of Lucille for manipulating the Baronet into thinking that incest was the done thing when children were young. “God no!” you protested quickly, watching Thomas’s eyes widen in surprise, “that is wrong, Thomas, sex between siblings is so very wrong indeed!”

“But… Lucille said…” Thomas trailed off, his eyes becoming distant as tears formed again and dripped down his cheeks. “Lucille said that it was how I showed my love for her,” he whispered at last, watching your face fall.

You stepped closer to your husband and cupped his cheek, watching him instantly lean into the warmth of your palm. “This is love,” you whispered, watching as his eyes struggled to meet your own, “my love for you is the real love here. Lucille was manipulating you for her own gain. If she slept with you, lost her flower then she would never have to marry.”

Thomas tensed and shook his head quickly as tears brimmed in his beautiful eyes. You hated watching him cry. He rarely did but after a night of running experiments on his machine and failing to get it running, he would seek you out and rant until he was in tears. In a reflex that you knew you would never get rid of, you reached up and wiped away his tears, watching the muscles in his face relax as he leaned into the contact. 

“What you have with her isn’t love,” you whispered, watching Thomas’s eyes flutter open to meet yours. You offered him a soft smile as you edged him backwards to the bed and smiled as he fell back onto the sheets, his eyes never leaving your own. “Let me show you what love is,” you pleaded, noticing how his breath hitched and felt as his cock took an interest.

You leaned your body down and began to pepper kisses down from behind his ear to the top of his half-buttoned shirt. The chest hair that was visible teased your lips as you pulled away.

“This isn’t love, either,” Thomas whispered, a frown playing on his thin lip.

“How can you be sure?” you whispered, your hand grazing over his trousers just enough for him to hiss from the contact. “Can you look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me?” you questioned, fully prepared for his rejection. He loved Lucille. This was never to be.

Thomas hesitated before bringing your face to his gently and pressing a loving kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed and he followed quickly after. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt, your hands roaming over his chest and down his abdomen as you sat on his hips. The kiss was passionate and full of lust, unlike the sparse and quick pecks that he had given to you before. 

Thomas was breathless beneath you as you both devoured the taste of each other. You had missed feeling this electric excitement when you were near him, he had been so distant lately that you felt as if you would soon fall out of love with him too. You pulled away from his lips and whispered a faint, “please don’t divorce me.”

Thomas’s eyes slowly opened and met your own quickly in confusion. “Divorce you?” he whispered brokenly, his soft hands climbing up your thighs on either side of his lap, “why, by God, would I do that?”

“To resume your tryst with Lucille,” you replied simply, disgust lacing your tone as you spoke but you watched as Thomas quickly shook his head and captured your lips in his again. This kiss was slow, trusting and understanding. Thomas needed you to know that he loved you, depended on your love for him, obsessed over seeing your smile, needy to feel your bare skin against his own.

“No,” he murmured against your lips, his hands continuing their journey exploring your clothed body before he pulled the sleeping gown from your body and admired the body beneath. “No, I would never continue my tryst with Lucille,” he continued, his eyes locked with yours as his hands hesitantly explored, “not after you have opened my eyes.”

The Baronet’s hands held your waist and flipped you over onto the mattress, his strong body leaning over you as he heaved breaths, his pupils dilated and the evident arousal pressing against his trousers. “I crave you, sweet one,” Thomas whispered, one of his hands roaming over your body, cupping your breast and gently playing with one of your nipples with his thumb, “I crave to know how it feels to bring you into womanhood, to watch your face contort in such beautiful expressions of pleasure, to hear you scream to Heaven above that I am your husband, that I am yours, as I always should have been.”

You nodded eagerly and he smirked as he lowered his lips onto yours once more. You sighed between his lips and bit back playfully, your chest pressing up against his own, now naked, torso. Your fingers slithered up the sides of his neck and your nails wrapped themselves in the beautiful curls that surrounded his head like a halo. You pulled away for breath but didn’t let anything more than a second pass before you captured his lips again, one of your hands disentangling from his hair to slide down to his trousers, aiding him in pulling them off. 

Thomas groaned against your lips as he was now freed from the confinement of his pants. His hardened length was already swollen and red, greedily anticipating breaching you and claiming you. Before you could pull him closer, Thomas pulled himself from you and smirked as he whispered, “allow me to do something for us both, darling.”

You nodded shakily and watched as he left the bed, grabbed a cloth and covered the door handle and keyhole with it, nodding with satisfaction to himself before returning to you. Once he was back on top of you, he grabbed one of your legs and began to press open-mouthed kisses to your bare skin and he revelled in the way that you whined and arched up for him. He was so patient, so gentle, sucking marks into your skin all over and allowing you to feel so perfect.

“Are you ready?” he whispered gently, watching as your eyes met his and you nodded eagerly, your eyes fluttering shut when Thomas’s lips met yours. You had almost forgotten what was happening before you felt the hot tip of his cock press against your entrance and you whined into the kiss but Thomas pulled from your lips and pressed gentle kisses down your neck as he whispered, “it’s okay, I have you, baby,” and his cock gradually slipped inside. 

Once he was fully seated inside you, Thomas threw his head back in pleasure and released a throaty groan. He wasn’t surprised at your tightness, he fully enjoyed your nervous whimper and gasps, craving for him to move with half of your body but the other half needed a wait. Thomas slowly eased out of you and kissed away the pained expression that drew your brow together before he slowly thrust forward and savoured your pleasure-filled moan.

Minutes passed with him performing these small motions, of you keening beneath him and your legs beginning to wrap around his middle before you were ready and his thrusts increased. 

The feeling of his cock slowly increasing in speed made your heart flutter and electricity run throughout your body. You had needed this ever since you had first signed that marriage certificate. 

“Thomas,” you whined against him as the raven-haired Baronet cradled your head and his hips increased in their speed, his cock continuing to fuck you so deliciously well. He felt so perfect inside you and you knew that you needed this immediately, you couldn’t go another day without this. “I love you, mmnn, I love you, husband,” you whispered, feeling his cock twitch inside you at your confession.

Thomas pulled back and studied your eyes, trying to find the lie but when he found nothing but love, trust and lust, he smiled and pressed his lips quickly to yours before pulling back and whispering, “I love you too.”

Groaning, he pulled out to the tip before sinking back in and listening to your delighted moan at the motion so he proceeded to do it again and again, increasing the pace until he was pounding into you and bringing out feral moans from the back of your throat.

Your hands left his hair to grip at the sheets beside your head as your filter for noise was destroyed by the intoxicating feel of his cock bruising your insides repeatedly. The Baronet had to be carved by a sulptor, you thought as pleasure filled your mind, he was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and yet he still looked utterly handsome. 

Thomas’s hand fell to your eager clit and began to massage it slowly before gradually matching the pace to his thrusts, pushing you over the edge into utter oblivion. He didn’t leave you waiting long, however, as he came quickly behind you and moaned your name into the quiet air of the grand bedroom. 

Silence reigned in the room as you both came down from your highs and as Thomas cleaned you up, pressing light kisses to your legs as he cleaned your cunt of any of his seed that leaked out and your natural juices. 

When Thomas finally slipped into bed minutes later, you rolled over and draped your arm over his chest, your head fitting snugly in the crook of his neck. The sound of his heart pounding below his skin was oddly comforting and reassured you that he was your husband and you were his wife. 

“Thomas?” you whispered into the dark, earning a drowsy hum in reply, “what do we do about your sister?”

“What do you mean?” Thomas asked, his head shifting so he could easily look down at your head on his shoulder.

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away from him, “well, she probably heard all of this, what do we do?”

“I don’t care,” Thomas replied, pulling you into another soft kiss before rolling on top of you and claiming your lips. 

You eagerly accepted his kiss before his hand began to slip between your legs and you pulled away with a laugh, “Thomas, we just got clean!”

“Then I shall clean you again and again, my love, you shall never feel deprived of my love,” Thomas answered smugly, spreading kisses down your neck that turned your laughter into moans.

Just outside the door, Lucille Sharpe had planned 14,785,435 ways to kill you for stealing Thomas from her.

~~~~~~~~~~~

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[vbecker10]

I was looking for a good reaction and ended up with these... I don't even remember what I was looking for lol

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[succubusklauswife]

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡/𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓/𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔⚠ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑.

𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑎.

𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 .

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡

𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦

𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛/𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒

𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑦𝑃ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑚. 𝐸𝑥𝑒

𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛

𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑛 𝑂𝐴𝑈𝑇

#loki smut #smut #kinktober #x reader #fluff #female reader #draco malfoy #klaus mikaelson #peter pan #thomas sharpe #danny phantom #bd/sm daddy #daddy's good girl #masterlist

[profoundtyrantharmony]

Hey, does anyone has some Tom Hiddleston and Tom Hiddleston characters multiparts fic to advise me to read (can be on tumblr, ao3 or even wattpad) ?

Thanks a lot guys, self promotion is obviously accepted 😁

#tom hiddleston x reader #loki x reader #adam olla x reader #thomas sharpe x reader #fluff #smut #multipart #multi character #avengers #in need of some help #jonathan pine x reader #james conrad x reader #prince hal x reader

[faunafanfic]

Requests!

Hey guys, requests are now open! Let me know your requests and i'll get writing some new fics. i write quite a variation: head conons, smut, imagines, fluff, dark!fics, series and more!

(if i dont feel comfortable writing for a specific request ill let you know.)

Who i write for:

Marvel:

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Stephen Strange

Druig

Ikaris

Thena

Wanda Maximoff

Sylvie Laufeydottir

Crimson Peak:

Thomas Sharpe

Lucille Sharpe

Stranger things:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Peter Ballard/001

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Misc:

Arthur Fleck!Joker

Jared Leto!Joker

Geralt of Rivia

Chris Motionless

Ricky Horror

Vinny Muaro

Josh Balz

Ryan Sitzkowski

But if theres anyone in particular your want me to write for let me know :)

#loki x reader #loki x reader smut #loki angst #loki fic #loki smut #thomas sharpe #thomas sharpe x reader #crimson peak #steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #hopper x reader #stranger things #marvel #tom hiddleston #sebastian stan #bucky x reader #bucky fic #peter ballard #jamie campbell bower #joseph quinn #arthur fleck #joker x reader #dr strange #stephen strange #dark fic #joker smut #steve stranger things #motionless in white #chris motionless #ricky olson

[ladycamillewrites]

hiii my friendsss ♡♡

It’s fictive-sl0th here 👋🏼

Welcome to my second blog where I’ll be writing for other TH characters than Loki !!  If you’re interested in the men shown in my header stay tuned for little projects ; ) 

▪️ Opening event here ▪️

The first bigger project will be a hiddles drama / love series with the amazing @holdmytesseract​ so let’s take a first little peak on...

“Against the odds”...

“But still. I‘ll call you darling“ Tom winked, the steel blue eyes sending a flirty letter that made your knees go jelly. Good thing you were seated because you were a sucker for his charm, especially after three years of dull picture-perfect play pretend with Nate.

“Well, without you playing along it would have been shitty” you quipped nervously, the scent of his cologne invading your nostrils like a wildfire. Tom was the perfect charming villain who would surely make millions of woman fall for Alexander Kray in an instant.

“Well, erm it’s about your ex” Liam whispered carefully but it was hard either way. Your heart dropped, fingers digging in the soft fabric of your tote bag. 

SOON HERE and on @holdmytesseract ❤︎

—> taglist open

#writer #ficitve-sl0th second #hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #holdmytesseract #smut #Drama #love #Angst #thomas sharpe #james conrad #jonathan pine #robert laing #fanfic writing #hiddlestoners

[makelemonade]

smut scenarios with genshin men

ayato, neuvillete, pantalone, diluc, wriothesly, childe, dottore (?), capitano, pierro- his maid/assistant

he loved how cute you were; How you always pulled your skirt up and showed off your thighs; How you always had your hair done, as if you had someone to impress.

You had him to impress, actually. He watches you bend down with a sharp eye, feeling himself harden just at the show of extra skin and excuses himself as he goes to the privacy of his office, jerking off as he imagines you bending over his lap as he spanks the revealed skin that just sends him haywire.

He starts requesting you stay late while the other workers go home, and he hopes you don't see through his facade but you oh so clearly can and you of course accept the request.

One night, you can hear him groan from the stress of his constant work and you knock at the door, waiting for his tired voice to speak.

"Come in,"

You walk in, and slight surprise overtakes him but there's a happy spark in his eyes. "Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I just thought you could use some help with your work," You spoke slyly and innocently as you walked up to his desk/

He looked at you confused, "What do you- oh,"

He lets out a groan when your fingers started to firmly yet softly dig into his back, hitting all the right spots as he completely relaxes.

He wants to say this is unprofessional- you're his boss! But was jerking off to you and fantasizing about you professional? No.

That was his reasoning for his boldness when he speaks. "You know, I'm feeling rather sore...down here."

That is how you find yourself in his lap, bouncing on his fat cock as you tried to stay quiet, but it was hitting such amazing spots and so deep into you that you couldn't help yourself but to scream his name.

"nghh- oh! yes, yes!"

If it was possible, it was turning him on even more- watching you struggle to take his large size but still trying to ride him just to be his stress relief. Instead, he decides to thrust up into you, making you stop trying and instead lean against him, wrapping your arms around him as he placed his hands on your hips, taking the lead and sending you into purebliss.

"oh~ oh! fuck...so deep!"

"if you're truly so keen on being such a good stress relief for me, well, then I hope you don't mind if I rail you for the rest of the night...and possibly every other.

thoma, kaeya, kazuha, Itto, aether, albedo, zhongli - a shrine maiden (or anything related in the other regions)

He doesn’t know what it is but there’s something about your innocence that he just needs to ruin.

Well, not ruin: he thinks it’s adorable, but he knows that one day someone else will see you in a way he fantasizes about late at night and he is determined to become that person because no one else deserves to see you in a way like that other than him.

He takes more frequent trips to where you work, to the point that it’s so often you find yourself hugging him when you see him and you don’t think about the way he holds on tightly, hands right above your ass.

However, you weren’t as innocent as he thought. Sure, you were completely oblivious ro the truth behind his actions but late at night, there was a possibility you had the same fantasias about it too. But you couldn’t show it to him! No, you had a job to do and it was to stay pure.

You just loved the way his touches were so teasing as they lingered near the places you oh so wish you could take care of.

It becomes so bad it starts to ache, and you find yourself at his door after coming back from work, needing his help for this relief and he is so happy to oblige.

Tears streamed down your face, moaning at how good his cock felt as it pushed into you so deeply, hitting all the spots your fingers never could.

“f-faster…” You gasped, “please!”

He could only let out a deep chuckle, his movement becoming harsher that anyone who even walked nearby the house could hear the slick noises.

“You’re gonna make me cum, darling.”

“In me!” you whined, trying to push yourself further onto his dick and he laughed. “f-fill me up!”

“Such indecency, dear. No one can know how much of a slut you are; it’ll ruin your image! That means you must always come to me for this, got it?”

#genshin impact #alhaitham x reader #childe x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #thoma x reader #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #itto x reader #aether x reader #albedo x reader #zhongli x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x reader #capitano x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #neuvillette x reader #wriothesly x reader #pierro x reader #wriothesley x reader

[mischievoushiddleston]

Open my Request!

I open my request for today and hope to get some naughty requests. The more indecent, the better😉 My character, for which I write you can find below, but also pay attention to my rules. I am writing on a real book, however I need variety from time to time to stay creative.

Actors and character I write about: Tom Hiddleston [Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak), Jonathan Pine (The Night Manager), James Conrad (Kong: Skull Island), Thomas Hiddleston Jaguar British Villians, Will Ransome (The Essex Serpent) and of course Loki (Marvel)]

Oscar Isaac [Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley (Moon Knight), Leto Atreides (Dune), Peter Malkin (Operation Finale), Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier), Mikael Boghosian (The Promise), Rydal Keener (Two Faces of January), Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)]

Sebastian Stan [Bucky Barnes (Marvel), Nick Fowler (The 355)]

Richard Madden [David Budd (Bodyguard), Mason Kane (Citadel), Ikaris (Marvel)]

Tenoch Huerta [Namor (Black Panther: Wakanda Forever) + Namuri]

Shah Rukh Khan [Just ask which character I am writing for]

Hrithik Roshan [Just ask which character I am writing for]

John Abraham [Jim (Pathaan)]

New are: Mason Kane (Citadel), Tenoch Huerta, SRK, Hritik Roshan and John Abraham

#tom hiddleston #Thomas Sharpe #jonathan pine #tom hiddleston smut #James Conrad #Thomas William Hiddleston #Will Ransome #loki #Oscar Isaac #oscar isaac smut #marc spector #Steven Grant #jake lockley #Leto Atreides #peter malkin #Santiago Garcia #mikael boghosian #rydal keener #abel morales #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan smut #Bucky Barnes #Nick Fowler #Richard Madden #richard madden smut #David Budd #mason kane #ikaris #Tenoch Huerta #tenoch huerta smut

[repulsiveliquidation]

Scars || Alexia Putellas

Summary : you finally let Alexia be intimate with you. A little detail slips your mind but she soon uncovers the truth behind your hesitation to let her love you how she wants to.

warnings : smut in the beginning but nothing too explicit. angst. mentions of self-harm and bullying.

“Mm, amor you smell so good…” Alexia moans, kissing your neck. You smile and arch your back into her, biting your lip. She leaves wet sloppy kisses along your collarbones, nipping at them slightly. You giggle and tell her to stop tickling you with her blonde brunette hair, your hands tucking the loose strands behind her ears.

You hear her take a sharp inhale of your scent and feel your core throb at the deep sigh she lets out. Your hands cradle her head as she looks up at you, eyes darting down to your lips as she licks her own.

“Used that body wash you like,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss her. She kisses back immediately and you feel her melt, large hands pulling your waist closer to her.

“So beautiful,” Alexia whispers only for you to hear, the random assortment of rings on her hands leave cold shocks on your exposed skin.

 Her hands roam your build with determination as her lips nip and nibble on your chest. She pulls the tank top off you and takes a breast into your mouth, suckling gently. You shudder and moan her name unashamedly, chasing the feeling she left on your chest as she moved to the other breast. She kneaded the other and you could feel the groan in the back of her throat, strong thighs keeping yours wide open how she wanted.

The cold air in the room kept your nipple taut and hard, her fingers rolling them around as she rushed forward to kiss you.

“May I?” she asked politely, pupils dilated and full of lust.

“Please,” you beg and you see the look in her eyes darken.

But all this fun was about to be cut short.

You forgot one tiny thing.

But you couldn’t warn her before she pulled your sweats off.

“Cariño, what is all this?”

You take a split second to understand what she meant and when you finally realize it, she had seen most of it.

“No!” you yell, pulling the sweats back over your thighs and bounding for the bathroom almost tripping over yourself.

Your teenage years were not easy. Abandoned by your father and neglected by your mother, you ran away from home at age 7 hoping for a better chance at life. Two months on the streets, you were left cold and hungry, when a kind slightly elderly couple took you in. Sharon and Thomas gave you a roof over your head, hot food, and clothes; most importantly, a home.

They were both school teachers; Thomas taught PE and Sharon taught English. They were kind and gave you free reign in life.

Thomas taught you how to play football and while you were good, English was your passion. Writing came so naturally to you, Sharon was the one who suggested you write your first book. So you did. Poems came so easily to you, the words filling pages so fast, Thomas could barely keep up with buying you new ones.

Being an accomplished writer at 15 was unheard of, which gained you some local fame.

But with fame, came a price you wished you didn’t have to pay.

A local rival publishing team that had rejected your book was vengeful of the success it gained and did a little digging. They found your parents and your past, learning about your brief stint at homelessness and how you ran away from home at 7.

The headlines the next day were the topic of bullying from a group of mean kids at school. You didn’t remember their names now, years later but their words rang fresh in your mind if you allowed yourself to spiral.

Each word was one stroke of the blade over your perfect skin.

Each bloom of blood was the pain fading away.

Or so you thought.

Somehow the next day, their fresh set of insults doubled the pain. It made your chest tight, your head pound, your grades drop and your passion for writing evaporate.

“Nothing new in your notebook, peanut?” Sharon asked so sweetly, finding you sipping on tea in the sunroom. She brushed your hair back sweetly, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Nothing,” you lied. There were new things. They weren’t particularly parent-friendly.

“Tom and I are heading to a school meeting, dinner’s in the oven for you, okay?” she walks away, a knowing expression on her face. She can sense the pain like she was your own mother but kept her mouth shut.

“I love you,” she added and you looked at her, close to tears. If she could tell, she made no move to let you know she did but smiled when you said it back to her with a forced one. It broke her heart but she did not know that yours broke more.

You sat in your bathroom, hands clammy and shaking. The blade glimmered back at you like it was taunting you.

“It’ll take the pain away,” you convinced yourself, pressing the cold object over your mangled skin on your thigh.

The blood washed away but more pricked to the surface with each cut. Soon the water turned a dark red, and your head dully thudded against the glass wall, the pain fading into numbing nothingness.

The beeping of the monitors around you was what roused you. There were too many lights and lots of voices at once, but your mother’s sobs were instantly recognizable.

“Where did we go wrong, Tom?” she asked your father, “how did we not know?”

“I don’t know, Shar,” he said, sounding sad, “I don’t know.”

His next words broke you more than any bully's words could.

“I’m sorry we failed you, kiddo. Dad’s sorry.”

“You didn’t fail me, Dad. You saved me,” you mumbled, tears filling your eyes as they pulled away from one another and rushed to your bedside. Mom hugged you tight and thanked her stars you were okay while your father held your hand and kissed it over and over.

“There’s my little girl,” he said, looking teary himself.

“You saved me, both of you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner,” you apologized but they were not hearing none of it.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to us, peanut. The best.”

You don’t know when you started to build the dam in your heart but it broke the moment your parents held you in their arms. The safety of their arms was something you didn’t know you craved. But when they gave it to you, all your pain went away.

You never felt that safety from anyone else. Until you met Alexia.

You were merely a fan in the stands, dragged to a Barcelona game by your friends at work who happened to have an extra ticket to a Liga F game. She caught your eye and you hers, shy smiles and a hastily bought jersey from the stands outside got you her signature and her number written below it.

It took two coffees and a single baked good to know you were marrying this woman. She was funny, kind, loyal, inspirational, and simply devoted to you.

But most importantly, her arms were a safe haven. For you and your thoughts that still lingered to this day.  

You explained every one of the scars on your legs after she had begged for you to let her into the bathroom. One thing about your relationship with Alexia was that you were sure she was too good to be true.

Part of you wanted her so badly, but the other part convinced you that she would leave the moment she saw the scars. the mangled skin from years of reopening wounds. The bumps and ridges that cheap blades from the corner store got you on a teenager’s allowance.

And when she didn’t leave, you hated that you felt her pity. This world-class football player felt bad for the girl she met in the stands at one of her games. But she didn’t. She sat with you and listened, eyes and mind solely focused on you.

“Show me your scars,” she asked.

“But why?” you answered, albeit through sobs.

“I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

It wasn’t long before you were back in her arms again, safe and sound, ready to be fiercely loved by her for the rest of your life.  

#alexia putellas #fc barca femeni #woso x reader #woso community #woso imagines #woso #woso one shot #espwnt #woso angst #woso fanfics #woso imagine

[lulubelle814]

In Every Life

Summary: Two souls destined for each other, but life has other plans. Will they find each other and have their happy ending?

Part 1 - Thomas Sharpe x Josephine Morrow

Part 2 - Capt James Nicholls x Grace Narracott

Part 3 - Robert Laing x Valerie Hutton

Part 4 - Professor Tom Hiddleston x Olivia Lambert (coming soon)

Masterlist

#thomas sharpe x reader #thomas sharpe #sir thomas sharpe x reader #sir thomas sharpe x you #sir thomas sharpe #sir thomas sharpe smut #tom hiddleston #twh #tomhiddleston #twhiddleston #damn hiddleston #hiddlestoners #thomas william hiddleston #hiddleston #hiddles #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddelson #tom hiddleston x original female character #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x you #lulubelle814 #captain james nicholls x y/n #james nicholls x reader #robert laing #robert laing x reader #robert laing x ofc