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reluctantjoe · 1 year

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Just a Taste (William Agar & Caroline Lessing)

Summary: "There was always something whenever these meetings occurred - a tension too sharp. Inappropriate thoughts ran wildly and freely in Caroline’s mind at even hearing William’s determined voice. She wondered if it was ever the same for him." Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Plot with references to mature subjects. Allusions to Dom!William, Sub!Caroline. Mild injuries. Implied masturbation. Allusions to jealousy. Allusions to (somewhat) jealous sex. Allusions to extramarital affair. Teasing. Implied Sub!William, Dom!Caroline. Blood kink. Word Count: 1,347 Where To Read: Ao3 | Tumblr (you're here!) A/N: My first ever pairing fic! This is an alternative ending to 'The Madman's Trial' scene in 'Quacks' where Caroline is cleaning up William's injuries. And although I feel bad for doing so, I just can't help but ship them (Sorry, Robert.) - Caroline is too good for Robert and William is too good for Mina! In an alternate universe (or hypothetical second series), William and Caroline are a couple and living their best lives! Anyway, I hope those who read this enjoy it. As always, if I have missed any Warnings, then please let me know. Any reblogs and/or comments are greatly appreciated! Tag List: @jamiewintons | @pink-booty-butts

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Caroline sighed as the excess water from her cloth drained into the bowl. This had become part of her weekly routine at this point. Another blood-stained cloth from another incident was beginning to form against William’s blood-stained lips. Why, oh why did he insist on getting himself into these battles when the results were always the same?

She had to admire his willingness, though. He dared to try, and he was brave to do so, knowing the insane individuals he would meet up with could (and most likely, would) cause him harm. She just wished that they didn’t. Some small part of her wished he would give up - try something new. She was tired of this weekly occurrence, and her heart broke for him when William would look at her with defeated eyes once more - another attempt to cure the mad failed.

“I’m sorry,” William winced, the cut on his lip stinging from the cloth. As much as he tried to hide the thrill of, dare say, even speaking to Caroline, the guilt of her practically becoming his nurse carried deeply. “You should be with Robert, not cleaning up a failed alienist. But you are kind enough to do this, no matter the appearance I show you every week. Thank you, Caroline.”

Despite Caroline’s ashamed thoughts of wanting William to step away from this, even just for a day, she knew that isn’t what he needed to hear right now. He needed reassurance and she was more than happy to provide that - no matter the type or repercussions.

“William, as your friend, it is my duty to care. You are so brave and what you do is extraordinary. Besides, I like taking care of you.” Caroline’s eyes met William’s and locked for a second too long.

There was always something whenever these meetings occurred - a tension too sharp. Inappropriate thoughts ran wildly and freely in Caroline’s mind at even hearing William’s determined voice. She wondered if it was ever the same for him.

Have images such as her’s ever dared to preoccupy his mind? Has he ever touched himself? Touched himself to the thought of her? Did he ever imagine the words that would be spoken into her ear, as he would run his hands down her form? Too scandalous for words, would he care that she was taken by Robert? Or would that set jealousy within - causing him to want to prove how good he could make her feel; the pleasure he could bring by his praise and worship, and the most delicate yet precise touches to the most intimate part of her body?

William’s voice brought Caroline back to reality. “Are you okay?” He asked, concernedly, “You seem to be in deep thought, Caroline. I hope my injuries haven’t disgusted you.”

It was then that she was reminded of the fight he and Harold got into during the fake trial. How helpless the crowd was; how she was. How he was. The shouting and flailing around on the floor. The punches; the gasps. The bead of blood on William’s lip that was slowly appearing by the sheer force of Harold’s outburst…

“Caroline? Caroline, are you quite alright?”

“Yes!” Caroline cleared her throat and straightened up, the continuous bending down starting to ache her lower back. “Yes, William, I am fine. Your injuries haven’t disgusted me at all. Are you turning into a mad man too?”

William chuckled at Caroline’s joke. He appreciated the humour at this embarrassing and painful time, but he also noticed a slight sense of falseness. “You seem to be a little red. Are you feeling well? Would you like me to observe you? It is the last thing I can do, I can assure you.”

Caroline went back to the bowl to soak the cloth once more. “I was just thinking back to the trial. The pure lunacy of the man! You looked so…” She tried to contain herself and her thoughts. She didn’t want to skip too far ahead to what was a frightful time for William, but God, a gorgeous mess for her. “...helpless. When Harold pushed you onto the floor and hit you. The blood…”

“Yes, it wasn’t the best sight, was it? How embarrassing of me to think I could help.”

Caroline finally squeezed the excess water back into the bowl once more, but this time, placed the cloth onto the table. She faced William and walked back to him. While attending to him, Caroline was careful not to clean up everything so quickly. She bent down again and slowly traced her finger across William’s blooded lip.

“Caroline, what are you-”

She tilted William’s chip up with her other hand, making sure his eyes were only fixated on her. On her mesmerised face. On her finger with his blood.

William’s knuckles turned white by the act. He shifted but didn’t dare to look down, as though to dismiss the shiver he felt by this new intimidating position he found himself in. A gulp came next because should he speak, he was scared of the outcome. The thought of the noise he would make sent him deeper into his perplexed yet newly founded submissive state.

“Mm, yes.” Caroline turned her attention to her blooded finger, while still holding William’s chin with her other hand. “What is it I called you earlier, William?” She circled her finger with her thumb, spreading the fluid. “Helpless?”

Caroline faced William again, the most stunned expression greeting her. She finally dropped the hand at his chin and William breathed out deeply.

What just happened? What was Caroline up to? He was stunned. He tried to compose himself. William remembered his blood was still on Caroline. His face shot up, not knowing where to begin.

“You-”

“Poor thing.” William gulped. “Oh, don’t be so nervous, William. I’m not going to hurt you.” Caroline bent down once more, but this time, made sure to get as close to William’s ear without raising suspicion to the public.

“I have a blood kink,” She breathed into his ear.

Those words sent William insane. He tried to say something, anything, but he found his throat closed up and dry; the air nearly knocked out of him by Caroline’s statement.

Caroline returned to her standing position. With only the face that could only be described as enchanted, adorned by William, she decided to take it one step further. With hesitation, she looked around, almost as if to see if the coast was clear. She locked onto William’s eyes once more and slowly put her blooded finger into her mouth. William was in a daze; hypnotised, even, by Caroline’s action. Every movement she made with her finger until his blood was on her dominant tongue was tracked by his eyes.

William was out of it. He thought this was a dream. He thought he would wake up and have to take care of things. But what Caroline did next proved to be the opposite.

With one finger now licked clean of William’s blood, there was only her thumb to go. This new found confidence Caroline had was now desperate to be shown. With less hesitation this time, she quickly glanced around, and returned her gaze to William.

Quickly and quietly, she placed her thumb onto William’s lower lip. “Open up,” She whispered. Without even realising what was happening or what he was doing, William opened his mouth and felt Caroline’s thumb in his mouth. His blood in his mouth. Caroline’s thumb, with his blood, in his mouth. He ought to find it disgusting. But he was entranced. This feeling was foreign, yet he loved it. He couldn’t help but emit a strangled whine from his throat; he prayed Caroline didn’t hear.

After she was sure the rest of William’s blood was gone, Caroline slowly removed her thumb from William’s mouth. “There we go. Thank you for being so good while I cleaned you up, William. I’ll see you tomorrow, yes? Try not to get into too many fights before then. Otherwise I may just have to clean you up again.”

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jamiewintons · 1 year

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The Perfect Husband (William Agar/F!Reader)

Summary: Only two months into your marriage, you notice something interesting about your husband.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Married William/Reader. Dom!William. Praise Kink. Marking/Hickeys. Unprotected Sex. Hair Pulling.

A/N: My first time writing a fic for William! This is one of the fics for my request event, and the prompts this time were “William Agar + Marking/Hickeys + Praise”. I hope you enjoy, and reblogs and comments are always appreciated.

Word Count: 1326

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Everyone likes to be praised on occasion, to know that their efforts don’t go unnoticed by those around them, of that you are sure. But you were beginning to believe that William — your husband of a little over two months — was somewhat different in this aspect.

Whenever you praised him, regardless of what it was for, he would end up awfully flustered, his face flushing a pleasing shade of red. At first, you thought it was simply that he was flattered, but it didn’t take you long to realise that it was something more than that. He was aroused by your simple, sweet words.

Once you noticed this, you decided to closely observe him in other social situations. Being praised by others — which unfortunately didn’t happen that frequently, his work often went unnoticed and unappreciated — didn’t have the same effect on him. He would be flattered, yes, but he would not be aroused whatsoever, which you were certainly glad for. If he did get aroused by other people's praise, you're sure you would find yourself quite jealous.

So, he was aroused by your praise, and your praise alone. That had given you an idea, one that you were excited to try out, and you knew that you wouldn’t have to wait long to do so.

You and William have grown quite fond of your… marital activities, and have a tendency to perform them often. Almost every night, in fact, and tonight was no different.

Here you are, in your bed together, both completely bare and in the throes of passion. You are straddling William’s lap, his cock buried deep inside of you and his mouth almost always attached to your neck. His large hands hold onto your hips with an almost bruising grip, controlling the pace of your movements.

Both of you usually found it quite difficult to speak during these times, barely able to string together a basic sentence without moaning loudly or completely forgetting what you wanted to say. But you wished to test something, so you fought through the fog of your arousal and primal instincts to speak your thoughts aloud.

“William,” you gasp, feeling his teeth scrape gently against the sensitive flesh of your neck. Your arms, which are wrapped around his back, squeeze him tighter. “William, my God, you feel incredible.”

You’re rewarded with a deep groan against your skin, so you decide to keep this going. “Y-you always make me feel so good, William. I…I wish that we never had to leave this bed.” His grasp on your hips tightens, and he starts thrusting up into you a little faster. You whine, bringing one of your hands up to tangle in his soft hair, tugging gently.

At this, William’s kisses and nips to your throat grow more passionate. You can tell now that if he carries on like this, he is most certainly going to leave marks. The thought of your husband leaving his mark on you, claiming you as his own, turns you on even further, your lower stomach burning with desire. Of course later, you would have to find some way to cover them up - walking around with those kinds of marks on full display would be simply - but in this moment, you wished for him to leave little purple bruises all over your body.

You sob out William’s name again as his hand comes to your breast, squeezing and massaging, while he continued his relentless assault on your neck. He looks up at you for just the slightest moment, but the animalistic glint in his eye has you grabbing at his hair even harder.

You’re teetering on the edge, so close, yet you know you need something a little more to push you over it. “William, please…” you breathe, at this point struggling even more so to speak when everything feels so overwhelmingly good. “I can’t take it anymore, please, darling, I need to come.” You continue to babble vague praise, about how good it feels to be fucked by him, and how much you need to feel him inside of you, before William finally withdraws from you.

William is often like a different man during sex, much more dominant and assertive, though clearly still only thinking of your pleasure and satisfaction. He manoeuvres your body on the bed and you allow him to do so, with you on your hands and knees facing the headboard, while he is positioned behind you, tightly gripping your plush hips once again.

You don’t even need to speak for William to get back to work, his painfully hard cock entering your sensitive, dripping cunt. You let out a loud, shuddering moan at the feeling, this position allowing him to hit deeper spots than was possible before. You’re gripping onto the pillow in front of you for dear life, honestly beginning to worry that you might tear it apart with your fingernails by accident. William’s unabashed moans from behind you and the way he’s roughly thrusting into you has you tightening around him, just about ready to burst.

You’re quite incapable of speaking once your orgasm hits you, but your sobs and the way your arms give out from under you from the pleasure is all of the praise that William needs. You’re fluttering around him as he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, trying to prolong the euphoric feeling.

Though you thought yourself no longer capable of speech, all of a sudden, your voice returns to you and you’re begging, begging in a tone that you don’t even recognise as your own. You had thought that in the short time you have been married, the two of you had already reached the pinnacle of passion and bliss, but every night you were proven wrong. “William, I need to feel you come undone, I need you to fill me, darling, please!” You hear a sharp gasp from William, his fingers digging deeper. Only one, two more thrusts of his hips and he stills, and he does as you asked, spilling his warmth inside of you.

Both of you are breathing heavily, with you falling down onto the bed, completely and utterly exhausted. It takes a moment for William to move, slowly pulling out of you and making you whimper thanks to now feeling empty. He practically collapses onto the bed beside you, taking a few deep, laboured breaths, before he snaps back to reality.

“Oh, darling… I am so sorry.” When you look over to him, William’s eyes are wide in utter shock at what he has done. He’s studying the marks all over your neck, a mess of red and purple bruises. “I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me, my love.”

You smile at the familiarity of William's words. It was like this every single time. “William, dear. How many times must I tell you that I enjoy the way you are when we make love?” With much effort, you move closer to William, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, looking into his eyes with such love. “And especially this time. I would not have been praising you like that if I did not enjoy it.”

“Are you sure?” William asks you seriously, his eyebrows furrowed in a quizzical expression. “You’re not simply saying that because I am your husband and you feel like you must?”

“Of course not, dear. If I ever feel uncomfortable, I will make sure to tell you right away.” You nuzzle into William’s neck, still smiling. You relish in how warm his bare skin feels against your own. “Though I doubt I will ever need to. You are the most perfect husband a woman could ask for.”

You see William’s eyes darken yet again with lust, and feel his cock already beginning to twitch back to life at just the smallest bit of praise. A grin spreads over your face, knowing that your activities for tonight are far from over.

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