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Look at you, so desperate || Thomas || 18+ || Kinktober 2022 ||

Part of my Kinktober Masterlist that you can find ~here~

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Summary:

Warnings: creampie, p in v, smut, 18+ minors DNI!

After exploring all of Allerdale Hall alone, you decided to make a trip upstairs to meet your husband in the attic. Lucille had moved out of the manor a week ago by the order of your husband. You were later told why she had left and it had taken you a couple of days to come to terms with what the two of them had been doing but you eventually came to and forgave him. He didn't want to harm you, that's why he sent Lucille away.

When you pushed open the door to the attic workshop, the scent of wood and fresh snow hit your nose and you smiled, watching as Thomas stood by an open window nursing a cup of tea. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, your head resting on his chest as you sighed happily.

"Fun day?" Thomas whispered, his head resting against yours as his eyes still scanned over the acres of land that surrounded Allerdale.

You shook your head and looked up at him with a pout on your lips. "It would be much better if you had joined me," you whispered, feeling his arms snake around your waist, "I wish you had come along."

"My many apologies, my darling," Thomas whispered tenderly, peppering kisses on your head as his arms tightened around your waist and he held you close to him, "are you lonely?"

His hoarse voice, filling with lust and need lit a fire in your body that you had pushed away since your wedding night. "Very, husband," you whispered, your hands resting on his chest as you faced him, his oceanic blues locked onto your eyes as he studied how much your body needed him, "please, I'm so lonely."

Thomas effortlessly lifted you into his arms and descended the stairs to the master bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him and throwing you onto the bed. He skillfully helped you out of your dress, kissing every bit of flesh that was exposed to him as you leaned your head back against the pillow and sighed happily.

Thomas's kisses littered across your body as he paid attention to all of you. Making sure that every little bit of you got attention. When you were fully bare for him, you smiled at him and got onto your knees, reaching forward and unbuttoning his loose shit, pulling off his suspenders and his shirt.

Once he was bare, you began to kiss his shoulder down to his clavicle, enjoying the sight of your husband sighing contentedly and shuffling to give you more access to his body. You didn't carry on for long, though, as you allowed him to lay you down on the bed and his hands began to caress down the softness of your skin.

"Beautiful," the Baronet whispered, his thumbs running over your perked nipples as you mewled beneath him. His hand descended to your glistening folds and the Baronet swore beneath his breath as two fingers plunged into the awaiting heat of your cunt.

You moaned aloud as his fingers curled inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls as he smirked down at you, his oceanic blues practically swimming with the lust he felt for you, for his wife.

"Sweet dove," his angelic voice, now laced with lust that ignited something in your stomach, "I shall make you scream."

You preened and eagerly settled your hands on his broad shoulders as he leaned down and sealed his lips to yours, his fingers leaving you but quickly returning to guide his cock into your awaiting folds. You moaned as he sunk inside you and you felt his cock twitch against your walls as he began to shallowly thrust in and out of you.

"Thomas!" you cried out as his thrusts began to increase in speed and your eyebrows pulled together as your thoughts became consumed by thoughts of him. "Fuck!" you cried out as he thrust sharply into you and you heard him moan above you.

The Baronet reached down and cupped your breast as his thrusts increased in speed, making your vision go white as you became consumed in the pleasure that you were being given from his glorious cock. You trembled as you felt the familiar tingling of your orgasm building up and your eyebrows pulled together as you gasped, your hands flying up to his hair.

Once Thomas realised that you were close to your end, he pulled out to the tip of his cock and you whined from the loss of stimulation. The man didn't wait forever, however, as he buried himself back between your folds and his speed returned, the throbbing of your orgasm returning to you as you cried out and twisted your fingers through his curls.

"Fuck, my love," he whispered, his brow becoming damp with sweat, bliss painted so perfectly over his features that you were surprised that he was human. He looked so good, he deserved to be a sculpted figure in all his naked glory so close to the edge of orgasmic release.

You tenderly caressed his cheek as his eyes opened to take you in properly, his thrusts slowly becoming out of sync as his orgasm crept closer, spurred on by every thrust of his cock into your demanding hole.

"Cum with me," you whispered, feeling the Baronet's cock twitch inside you at the sultry way you spoke.

Thomas nodded and his hand flew down to sharply circle your clit, his teeth biting down on the skin of your clavicle, bliss washing over him as he listened to you scream with pleasure and drop over the edge into ecstasy with him whining and releasing inside of you moments later.

Slowly, Thomas pulled out of you and watched the cum ooze out of your tired cunt and he pushed it back into you as his eyes met yours, a devious smirk on his lips, "none shall be wasted."

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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To escape || Thomas Sharpe x Reader ||

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

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Summary: after finding out the dark truth about Allerdale Hall, you confront Thomas. Through time, you plan to escape with your husband.

Warning: angst, Lucille, happy ending, fluff, (anything else? I don't think so)

Reading through the files that you had discovered, bile raised up your throat at the horror of what had occurred here at Allerdale Hall. The last file that you picked up was labelled 'Edith Cushing'. You took time to look through the file and saw that she was a beautiful blonde girl, a smile permanently etched onto her lips as she held Thomas's arm and laughed. A letter fell out of her file and you picked it up eagerly.

"If there is ever a next one, this message is a warning. You mustn't stay here! They are killing me with the poison in the tea! If I fail to survive, please run. Thomas may have fallen in love with me but Lucille will do anything to keep him to herself. Learn the truth, follow him when he leaves his bed. Do not trust the tea or the food."

Staring down at the note in horror, you immediately stood from the table and vacated the library in a hurry. As you ran up the creaking stairs, you heard Thomas's voice call your name out through the house and your heart froze. You had to get out!

Desperately, you ran into your bedroom and pulled out the suitcase that you had buried beneath the bed. You quickly piled everything into the suitcase as tears covered your vision and you released broken sobs as you thought back to when you had first met Thomas.

You were at one of the parties your father was throwing for your birthday. Dressed in the elegant gown that he demanded you wore, you stood with your back to the wall with a permanent frown on your face. Your father expected a marriage to be rid of you now that his youthful second wife had given him a son to carry on his business.

"Excuse me?" came a voice to your right and you turned, coming face to face with a handsome face that was smiling at you although the smile barely reached his eyes, "may I have this dance?"

You hesitated for a moment as the man offered you his hand but once you slipped your gloved hand into his and felt how soft his skin was beneath your glove, you gave him a gentle smile and allowed him to guide you onto the dance floor.

"I'm Thomas," the man introduced himself, his oceanic blue eyes sparkling as he gazed down at you, beginning the waltz and guiding you across the dance floor.

"You probably know who I am," you whispered softly, looking away from his stunning eyes and over to the scornful eyes of your father. The man nodded and promptly left the ballroom. Your marriage to this stranger was set.

Your marriage was quick after that and the dowry was paid to Thomas quickly. The move away from your family home in the warmer part of the Midlands of England was harsh, especially so when you entered Allerdale and felt the sheer cold of the building.

"Y/N?" Thomas's voice broke your memories and your head snapped up from packing everything to stare at him in horror, "what are you... don't leave!"

You scowled and picked up the object closest to you, a simple glass and you shattered it before thrusting the remnants in front of you in a way of protecting yourself, "don't come any closer!"

Thomas frowned and backed away a little, closing the bedroom door behind him as he eyed you. "What will you do?" he asked softly, his hands shaking with the nerves, "please don't leave, the snow is falling and it will be impossible to-"

"Anywhere is better than here!" you sneered, feeling like a cornered animal as Thomas stepped closer. The Baronet frowned as he gently took the glass from your hand and your tears fell quickly in terror, "please don't kill me."

Thomas's gaze softened as he stared at you, seeing the same terror on your face as it had on Edith's face as she was falling from the third floor to her death. "It's not me that wants you dead, darling," the Baronet whispered, feeling you tug away from him but he kept holding you firmly, "Y/N, please."

"I don't believe you!" you yelled, tears cascading down your face as you tried to tug yourself away from him, "what else do I not know, Thomas?!"

The Baronet faltered and looked over to the door, the sensation of being watched feeling like moths crawling under his skin and he pressed his lips to yours to keep you from rambling on. Once he pulled away, he stayed close to your lips in a way that resembled him still kissing you but he whispered to you, "we're both in danger with Lucille still here. She murdered Edith because I loved her... She'll kill you when she finds out I love you and then... I will be next."

You looked up into his eyes with disbelief before you saw the fear sparkling through his eyes and you sighed sadly, resting your head on his chest, "what do we do?"

The Baronet took a few seconds to think before whispering, "we wait it out."

"Thomas-" you tried to interrupt him but he shushed you.

"We must," he whispered desperately, "I shall brew your tea the proper way, without poison. We cannot leave yet, not until I get something sorted."

You searched his eyes for any sign of trickery but you knew deep down that the man was being honest and you frowned as you nodded, "we shall wait it out."

Thomas nodded and pressed another soft kiss to your lips as a 'thank you' and then he pulled away, making sure to stand in the way of the suitcase so Lucille couldn't see you were planning to leave. "I'll be sure to tell Lucille, my darling," Thomas spoke a little louder so that Lucille could hear, "the sickness should pass soon."

Thomas left your room and frowned at the sight of Lucille on her knees, staring at the keyhole. "It is rude to eavesdrop, Lucille," the Baronet whispered, helping his elder sister to her feet before beginning to walk off, "she knows nothing."

"The files were laid out, Thomas," his sister spat, hatred burning in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at the door to your room, "she knows, she has to."

Thomas put on his best guilty face and he looked down at the floor, watching Lucille stop and gaze at him. "I got sentimental, Lucille," the Baronet smoothly lied, hearing Lucille tut affectionately, "I dug out the files to see the photo of our little boy."

Pain flashed over Lucille's face and she sighed, embracing her brother while whispering in his ear, "we shall have one again once your business is running."

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Two months passed like that. You were tense around Lucille but did your best to play it off as a sickness though you were beginning to feel under the weather lately. You didn't need much sickness to tell that you were pregnant with Thomas's heir and suddenly, life in Allerdale became all the more terrifying.

One night when Thomas came to do his cordial hour with you that he had promised to Lucille was just him going to bed with you to make you think that he did sleep beside you, you waited on the bed while he left the bathroom, his torso bare and the pants hugging his legs dropping low enough to show the beginning of the V-line.

"Is something the matter, my darling?" Thomas asked with an easy smile, facing you and gesturing with his hands that you were being watched by Lucille.

"Can you help me with the hot water? I need a bath and I still haven't gotten the hang of the taps," you smiled sheepishly before standing from the bed and walking to the doors, locking it before heading into the bathroom with Thomas.

The Baronet released a breath that he didn't know he was holding before he turned to you with a frown, "what is the matter, sweet darling?"

You bit your lip before you stared up at him and admired the blueness of his eyes before whispering, "I'm pregnant."

Thomas froze and the colour left his face as his eyes darted down to your stomach. Pure fear raced through his heart with your admission, how were you going to hide this from Lucille until he got the tickets he needed to get you out of here?!

"No," Thomas whispered, his brows pulling together as he gently held the sides of your stomach, "not now, this cannot be happening."

Your hands trembled as you rested them against his chest and whimpered, "it's happening. I'm sorry, Thomas, I didn't realise-"

"This isn't your fault," Thomas whispered firmly, his thumb tenderly caressing your stomach as love filled his eyes, "but I'm nowhere near getting us those tickets and this is going to be so difficult to hide from Lucille! She already suspects me of stopping the poison!"

"Then don't get the transportation right now!" you whisper-yelled, panic evident on your face, "we can go visit my father and my little brother, tell Lucille that I missed home and then grab a ticket while we stay there! Please, Thomas, if she finds out about this baby..."

"She won't," Thomas answered firmly, looking deep into your eyes as he made the promise, "I will make sure that our baby lives, my love!"

You nodded fearfully and sighed as you rested your head on his shoulder, "I'm scared."

"I'm scared too," Thomas whispered as he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead.

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Two nights later, you decided it was time to begin your plan. Sat at the dining table, Lucille served the food and you knew it wasn't poisoned because that would mean Lucille would need to poison them all.

"I was thinking of going to my father's house for a few days," you whispered as you dug into your food, hearing the clatter of Lucille's fork hitting the plate as she stared at you in disbelief, "Lucille? Is something the matter?"

The lady stared at you for a moment before looking at Thomas and straightening herself, "we are sorry to see you go," the woman whispered with her voice full of hate.

"Actually," you began nervously, looking at Lucille and seeing the rising anger in her eyes, "Thomas is coming with me. You see, my stepmother never got to meet my darling husband and that must be put right."

"But Thomas has a business to run," the lady protested, her eyes darting over to Thomas pleadingly, "he will have no time to go with you to the Midlands! So far away from home!"

Thomas cleared his throat and looked away from his meal to stare at his sister, "I am going with my wife, Lucille. It is frowned upon for a married woman to go somewhere without their husband."

"Thomas!" Lucille protested desperately, her hands quaking with her anger, "you mustn't! Your business! What about me?"

"Well, certainly you could survive a few days without us, Lucille?" you whispered unsurely before flinching back when she pointed her butter knife at you.

The Baronet moved closer to you and glared at his sister. "That's enough," he spoke with dominant finality, "I am going with my wife and that is final."

Lucille's chair scraped across the tile floor and she rose, promptly leaving the kitchen while seething. You bit your lip and looked over at Thomas nervously and your husband mirrored your terrified face. Lucille wasn't stupid, she knew Thomas was slipping into the abyss of love again. They had to leave before she could act.

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The carriage arrived two hours later and while you were being helped with loading the luggage, Lucille pulled Thomas aside to speak with him.

"What are you doing?!" the woman snarled, her eyes searching Thomas's for any sign of his love for her. She found it, Thomas had perfected his act of the manipulated loving brother, the incestuous boy that sought out only his sister for his pleasure. Under the facade, he was desperate to get away and burn that mask of his.

"Her father doesn't know that she is coming," Thomas whispered, watching Lucille's eyes become curious at the revelation. "I crafted the note she received telling her that they wished to see her and she firmly stated that she wished to go. We have her money. She's not coming back."

Lucille eyed him for a moment before nodding and reaching up to press a kiss to his soft cheek. "I cannot wait for you to get home," she whispered, her hand trailing down his arm, "that way, we can bring our child into the world again."

Thomas nodded and hugged her before getting into the carriage beside you and allowing the driver to set off. He turned and waved to Lucille, to the manor, to Sir Thomas Sharpe Baronet of Allerdale Hall.

Once you were down the hill and out of sight of the horrible house, you sighed in relief and shuffled closer to Thomas, resting your head on his shoulder and smiling as his hand rested over your pregnant belly. "We are free," you whispered and smiled when Thomas released a relieved sigh and his lips pressed against your forehead.

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The carriage arrived at your father's manor and you stepped out, greeted by the warm arms of your stepmother who whispered to you, "oh thank God you're alright! Your husband sent a letter that explained your situation! Darling, are you alright?"

You nodded and held her arms gently before pulling away and sighing in relief. "Thank you for allowing us to stay," you mumbled, feeling Thomas's hand slide into your own, "with Carter, I thought you'd reject."

"Reject you?" your stepmother asked in shock, squeezing your hand gently as she frowned, "I would never! Your father might but you are my daughter, you are allowed to stay whenever you must. Now, are you going to introduce me to your husband?"

Your eyes widened in realisation and you turned to Thomas with a smile. "Evelyn, meet Thomas! Thomas, meet Evelyn, my stepmother!" you smiled, watching as Thomas took your stepmother's hand and kissed her knuckle.

"An honour to meet you, Mrs Y/L/N," Thomas greeted politely, smirking at the blush that spread across her features, "my many thanks for allowing us to stay."

The elder woman fanned herself and smiled before looping her arm through yours and guiding you into the manor, "I'm glad you married him! I get to see him every day for a while now!"

"Mother!" you admonished the woman with a grin, finally realising that your stepmother wasn't as bad as you had thought before. She was a sweet woman and so different to your stubborn and neglectful father.

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Your stay at your father's manor lasted a lengthy month before Thomas was able to secure the tickets that would get you a cruise to Norway and the carriage to take you to the home he had bought for the both of you.

Standing in front of the liner, you stared at it hesitantly as your hand rested on your growing baby bump. "Now remember," your stepmother began, tearing you away from your thoughts, "send letters as much as you can and do make sure to visit, will you? I'm sure Carter would love to meet his nephew or niece when they are born."

You laughed and kissed her cheek. "I shall send letters, I swear," you grinned and looked up at Thomas, seeing him nodding in approval to the conversation your father held him in, "I shall also warn you that if Lucille comes knocking, call the police, she's dangerous."

"I will heed your warning, dear," your stepmother nodded and she squeezed your hand gently, "do not worry, your father is organising a new manor to be built in the Yorkshire Dales."

The blowing horn of the liner distracted you from the conversation and Thomas curtly ended his conversation with your father before he smiled at you and offered you his hand, walking onto the boat once you slipped your hand into his.

As the ship set sail away from the dock, you saw a flurry of red and your heart sank at the sight of Lucille running to the end of the dock. The liner was too far away for her to do anything but her desperate call of 'THOMAS! DON'T LEAVE ME' was clearly heard against the wind.

The Baronet stared at his sister until she was a mere red speck on the horizon and then he turned to you, cupping your cheek and pressing his lips firmly to yours with a soft sight. When he pulled away, you locked eyes and he whispered tenderly, "we're going home."

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