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The Child Called Sharpe (Thomas Sharpe x fem! Reader Blurb)
Summary: You and Thomas Sharpe welcome your first baby and his second, as Thomas himself faces his own demons regarding his past.
Word Count: 1K (er...blurb or short oneshot, whatever)
Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy and childbirth, but nothing graphic. In this version, though I try to have a more nuanced take on Lucille, In this fic I choose to portray the Lucille/Thomas relationship as nonconsensual, pedophilic, and abusive so if you don't like that don't read this, so mentions of sexual abuse, death, illness, blood with some of the canon events of Crimson Peak. But it becomes a lot of tooth-rotting fluff.
A/N: I can't please everyone with Crimson Peak on the is Lucille good or bad vrs. is Thomas good or bad discourse, so why bother trying anymore. I just wanna write my stuff. From @holdmytesseract's request!
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Love for him meant creation. It brought out Thomas’s gift of invention tenfold- for love itself was creation. For the first time in his life, an act of love brought out the child’s creation. So it was natural for Thomas to spend hours inventing more for this little child on their way.
That is, his second child. For he had a child, once, and lost that child, once.
Yes, it was a child conceived from control rather than consent…but it was still a child in need of care. A hungry baby- a human life crying for milk, and burning with fever. A child “born wrong.” A child Enola swore to fight to keep alive.
And a child that despite everything died anyway. As did Enola.
Despite Lucille’s cruelty, he did pity her grief for that child- For it was his grief as well.
Lucille caught ill and died not long after. He at least made sure she died comfortably. Warm beneath blankets on a soft bed. Assured her she was loved and kissed her cheek as she took her last breath.
It was complicated, his feelings about his late sister. He never could decide one thing about her. For everything was true- there was both in her. Lucille, both cruel and misunderstood, powerful and pitiful, villain and victim.
Though he never once forced himself on anyone or took advantage of a child as she did to him…
And yet…
He was still guilty of scheming, of blood, of darkness as she was. Of the invention that he wanted to be funded, that he bought at the price of three women’s lives…
But… assaulting him when he was little? Using his innocence until when he was grown he knew no other but her? You would tell him that even if the murders were understandable, she did cross a line in that regard.
He still didn’t know if the woman who at once was his partner, his equal, his sister as well as his jailer, his predator, his molester was deserving of it.
Or not.
Or both.
Yet, all of that darkness and blood was now in the past. Here you were his current wife. A wife who would never take advantage of him. A wife who listened and respected when he said “no.” A wife who wouldn’t push him. Wouldn’t manipulate him. Wouldn’t control him. A wife who forgave him and saw he was now trying to do right with his life, and his choices and would be there to support him.
Your pregnancy was poignant. A reminder that he had a new life now- and a life that was about to expand as your stomach did each month. A new life was about to come forth literally and figuratively for him.
In the corner of his workshop in a special box were toys he made once. Toys were made for the first child who died.
He never prayed, but he did now to whoever listened. For once, those toys would know being loved, being played, and for a baby’s laughter and delight and adoration. They wouldn’t rust from age, but with use. To be worn not with dust, but with love.
He brought out the box one morning and set it in the nursery of his new house. A simpler house compared to Allerdale Hall’s Majesty. Smaller and brighter, made of cherrywood and over earth rather than clay. But cheerful, the warmth bursting in every room.
The toys were cleaned and set ready in that nursery corner. You squeezed his hand after he did so.
When making sure you were comfortable, or when you slept or napped, away he would be in his workshop. He had a special toy shop now next to the house. So in his downtime, he would be found creating little toys that a child of any sex would love. A little teddy bear that twirled on top of a drum. A little cat that lifted to lick its little paw next to a puppy that wagged its tail.
But…what else would a baby need!? His mind was reeling. It had been too long…
Of course! A place to sleep! You had insisted the old wooden rocker would work…but he still had that itching, the gears in his mind whirring faster than any clay mine.
He took a few weeks to study the designs and then set right to work. He stayed up late, rolling up his sleeves. Working on one where if you pressed a small pedal, it would rock gently, oh so gently, as to not stir a baby to more wailing, but only to sleep.
So when he discovered that Lady Sharpe’s water broke, he insisted on staying by you.
“Thomas! But…husbands don’t..don’t usually stay!” you cried. You clutched his hand as he led you to the bed.
Lucille would urge him to leave when it was time to put a cleaver into one of the wives.
For once, he would look at the blood and the bodily innards spilling from his wife and not turn away.
He shook his head, though his hand was still in yours.
“No- My dear, all of my life, I closed my eyes and ran away. I didn’t look when things happened. Not this time- after I get the midwife, I am staying with you. I will not run away for once. I’m going to stay with my wife and keep my eyes open, no matter what I see. I love you- and for once, I am not leaving.” I will not leave you alone to deal with it now.
You grabbed him and kissed his cheek. Then he ran and fetched the midwife. He held to his word and stayed.
Labor is always long. Labor is always primal. But he waited there. Squeezing your hand, cooling your head for every painful cry and push.
Then, after the long hours, though he was a man used to blood he turned pale… Then at last there was a cry.
The midwives smiled, bringing out a little baby in their blaket. Declaring, “It’s a girl!”
You let out a smile and then a laugh of relief. Thomas kissed your hand, then looked at her. His blue eyes brimmed with tears, but for once in his life they were happy ones.
The little girl was brought out in her blanket, needing her mother’s touch- being so new to this cold world and wanting the soft embrace of knowing she was loved now that she was here.
“Look at her…look at her- our baby! Our daughter! Oh!” you cried, a mess of crying, swear, and relief—the pain of the last several hours was forgotten for the tiny baby.
“I never could imagine it,” he agreed, he pecked her tiny forehead.
Once she had settled down, you handed her over to Thomas. The warm, living bundle in his arms. Yes, her cry was loud and bright…but it only signaled that she was alive.. He had never known such joy without confinement, without limits.
The midwives and nurses were paid and thanked. They left, but though it was a long day his Daedelian mind was eager to share his gift.
As you sat in the bed after a while, Thomas got up.
“I have a gift now. For her,” he announced.
Setting you in the wheelchair for rest, he led you to the nursery. The little girl in your arms. Inside the little pastel room there was something in the middle that was tall beneath a blanket.
Thomas walked forward and slipped the blanket off. You let out a gasp.
Beneath was the cradle Thomas made. It was stunningly beautiful- a little pedal that when he stepped on it, would make it rock. Over the bed was a music box on the side that trinkled a lullabye. Stars and a crescent moon dangled were placed to spin over the babies head where she would be placed.
You gasped, seeing how ornate it was. Every bit made with love. As you got up and placed her inside, she opened her little eyes and cooed. You made a little gasp as she took in the sight- her parents and her special gift. Music, rocking, and the stars and moon to dance above her.
To think, after all he had seen, experienced, and done…that he would come to know this moment. Here it was…and he didn’t feel worthy of it.
What when she was older? His own father was a monster. And for a while, fatherhood was linked to such things…
“I only hope I shall be a good father for that little girl…” Thomas wondered..
“You already are,” you assured him. You wrapped an arm around him and kissed him on the cheek.
That night, you were set to sleep after the exhaustion of delivery and elation of the baby. Thomas offered to be there in the nursery. For she was crying through that night, as any baby. Not that she was hungry, as he found out, she just needed warmth.
He got her out of the lovely cradle and went to the rocking chair. He wanted to hold her, feel her close. Her warmth and beating heart and life.
His most precious creation of all…and the one that would survive. He knew she would.
“I promise you, my little love…” Thomas told the baby. “You will not know of attics. Of cold and punishments. Of plotting and murders. Of blood and cruelty…”
He kissed the top of her head.
“No- you will be Protected. Wanted…and loved.”
He would do everything so that his daughter would never have to suffer as he did.
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Last Updated: 2024-03-05
Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Sir Thomas Sharpe stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.
Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
✑ Wedded￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by yespolkadotkitty • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: You and Thomas spend your wedding night exploring each other in every way possible.
✑ Child Named Sharpe, the by smolvenger • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
Summary: "You and Thomas Sharpe welcome your first baby and his second, as Thomas himself faces his own demons regarding his past."
✑ Corsets and Courtship by babybluebex • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •
Summary: "Your father's business partner comes to your home in hopes of discussing the future, and you both get more than you bargained for."
✑ Fill You by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Now that you and Thomas have married, he is determined to have you with child come hell or high water."
✑ It's Something Special by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Even though you had been married to the Baronet for three months now, you hadn't been touched by him. Until today..."
✑ My Sweet Baronet by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Being married to Sir Thomas Sharpe had some... inconvenient setbacks but you are sure to worth through them with your husband."
✑ Ocean Eyes by andsheloved • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "When your own mind seems shattered, you're reminded of who will always be there to pick up the pieces."
✑ Please Forgive Me by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "After nearly being killed by Lucille and discovering Thomas'... role in the whole affair, the two of you [move] to Paris [for] a fresh start... unsure if you [can] forgive [him]..., you agree to attend the Paris Exposition with Thomas [to begin] moving forward."
✑ Secret Affair by sserpente • 〔E᜶F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine [Sir Thomas Sharpe falling in love with you, a maid]. He invites you to live at Allerdale Hall, to serve him and his sister Lucille... All you have to do is keep the affair a secret from her."
✑ To Escape by lady-rose-moon • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "After [discovering] the dark truth about Allerdale Hall, you confront Thomas. [Over] time, you [and your husband plan your escape]."
✑ A Definite Answer by laufeyamp • 〔F〕 •
✑ A Favour by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F〕 •
✑ Are You Sure? by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Buried by colorsunimaginable • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Desperate by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Family by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ His Happiness by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Indulge Me by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •
✑ Kiss Me by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Memories by tomhiddleston-is-mischief • 〔F᜶A〕 •
✑ No. by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •
✑ Not Stopoing by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Reading While He Works by foxgloveprincess • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Reading with Sir Sharpe by wanna-rock-n-roll-in80s • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Trapped by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 •
✑ Straight Through the Heart by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •
✑ Sweet Tooth by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •
✑ Within the Strongbox of My Heart by frostbitten-written • 〔A〕 • ♡ •
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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?
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My Treasured Memory
Summary: out in the cabin, you and Thomas bond and recount memories from your life together before his death.
Warnings: mention of previous death, torture, smuuuut, Loki being domestic
Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three
Moving into the cabin was the best idea that the two of you had had. Thomas wouldn't be disturbed by the Avengers since this cabin was untraceable to any database that Stark had since it was bought over a hundred years ago and cleared off of any map. Life in your new home was much more peaceful than it had ever been at Allerdale, you were together so much more often now.
"Thomas!" you called into the dining room from the kitchen, holding a magazine in your hand as your magic worked on cooking dinner for the both of you.
"Yes, dear?" came the immediate response from your husband and you smiled brightly at how domestic it was but you pushed that away for later.
"Come here, would you?" you called out, your eyes skimming over the wedding section of the magazine with a grin, "no rush, whenever you're ready."
With a flash of green, Thomas was by your side with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head rested comfortably on your shoulder as he examined the magazine in your hands. "Wedding, darling?" the God asked, tightening his arms around your waist, "but we are already married?"
You giggled and searched through the wedding photos with him, "but we didn't do it properly, did we? We just went to a registry office and that was it," you pouted and Thomas chuckled.
"We didn't even get our wedding night correct, did we?" Thomas hummed against your neck, starting to place wet kisses on the spot where you were most sensitive and the God smirked as your hands shook and your breath hitched. "Let me give you a demonstration of what I wanted to do to you that night. Desperately."
In the next second, you were in your cosy bedroom, on your bed with your clothes completely gone and with your husband kneeling between your legs. You smirked and reached up for him, "show me, Thomas!"
The God smirked and kissed you deeply, cupping your cheek as his tongue explored your mouth and he groaned as your hips lifted to grind against his hardened cock between the two of you but his hand pushed your hips into the mattress and he pulled away.
"Do you trust me?" Thomas asked, a black blindfold appearing with a green glow of his seidr.
"Eternally," you whispered and he smiled warmly, leaning over you to press a soft kiss to your lips before securing the blindfold over your eyes and leaning away again.
As Thomas knelt there between your legs, he just studied how perfect your body was to him. He didn't care about how your body looked, you were his and he was yours. He could never think badly about his girl.
Smiling, the God started to plant kisses down your body starting from your neck and leading all the way down to your abdomen, stopping before reaching the place you both wanted most. He shuffled away a bit before lifting up one of your legs and attaching his mouth to your inner thigh, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a bruise and he smirked at the small sounds that you were releasing for him.
When his mouth attached to your core, the shriek of pleasure that you released had Thomas's cock throbbing as he devoured your sweet cunt with his talented tongue. His poor girl had gone over a hundred years without getting this satisfaction, that was clear. Two fingers made their way inside you and your head rolled back as your throat let out a desperate cry for Thomas to cease his teasing.
You remembered how gentle Thomas was when he first took you. Your pussy wept with arousal at the memory of the delighted smile on his face as he pulled up your dress to give your legs the attention he knew you deserved. Blindly, your hand drifted down to hold his hair and you moaned desperately into the night as his fingers picked up the pace and your body started to tremble.
Just as you were about to fall over the edge, Thomas pulled his fingers out of you and knelt again, sucking your juices off his fingers while keeping his eyes on your puzzled expression even under the blindfold.
"What?" he whispered, leaning over you to press a gentle kiss to your desperate lips and he knew you tasted yourself on his lips. When he pulled away and stroked your leg, he watched you whine and push your hips closer to him, "my, you are desperate tonight, aren't you?"
Your face coloured at his comment but still pouted and tried to catch his attention with the movement of your hips.
Slap.
Your body stilled as the sting in your cunt before it registered in your brain and you moaned. Silence reigned through the room for a moment before Thomas ripped the blindfold off of you and your eyes adjusted to the firelight in the room. You gazed up at your husband and gaped when you saw how stunned he looked.
"Did you... did you like that?" he asked, staring down at you before looking at your gushing cunt that tensed at his question.
You nodded eagerly and Thomas's lips contorted into a sinister smirk, pulling your hips closer to him. "Darling," he whispered with a deep groan, "we will explore that later."
Your smile was enough to blow him away but he wrapped one of your legs around his waist instead and lined himself up before sinking into you, relief consuming him as he leaned over you and rested his head in the crook of your neck with a moan. His hips began to move at a slow pace and you moaned beneath your husband, your hips meeting Thomas's lazy thrusts.
Pulling away from your neck, Thomas looked into your glassy eyes and kissed your lips softly, smiling when you reciprocated with keen pleasure. His hips started to thrust harder and your moans grew louder as his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly, making your legs feel like jelly as his hips bounced against yours.
"Tho-Thomas! Thomas, I can't..." you breathed, head lolling to the side as your mind started to go blurry from the pleasure your husband was giving you, your moans growing filthy and desperate as your orgasm approached.
"You don't cum until I say so," Thomas growled, sweat beading on his brow as his thrusts quickened, his hand falling to circle your clit. He was so close to the edge, he was almost there.
You held your orgasm as long as you could, tears brimming in your eyes as you gasped in pleasure and rolled your hips against his fingers, your mind lost to all reason. "Loki," you slurred, Thomas's cock twitching inside you at the use of his birth name, "please!"
Thomas smirked and quickened his pace on your clit as he approached the edge of his orgasm and when he felt himself falling, he allowed you your relief. The orgasm that consumed the both of you was earth-shattering and you screamed for all the mountain to know.
In the aftermath, Thomas carefully withdrew from you and shushed you when you whined from the pain. He left you on the bed for a few moments before returning with a damp towel and clearing away the mix of your juices with a small smile.
"You wanted to do that on our wedding night?" you mumbled tiredly and Thomas chuckled as he nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple. Sighing, you rested your head upon the pillow and mumbled sleepily, "that's nice, I wish you had."
Thomas laid beside you until you drifted off to sleep and he only moved an hour later. Once he was out of the bedroom, he stood in the living room and closed his eyes, remembering just why he hadn't given himself to you on the night of your marriage.
"Remember," Lucille hissed in Thomas's ear as she was boarding the train, her face stern and a scowl clear on her face, "you are not to give her anything on the night of the wedding. I trust you, Thomas, but I do not trust her."
Thomas sighed and nodded, holding onto Lucille one last time before she departed into the train. Standing alone, Thomas sighed hopelessly as he realised that this marriage would not be different as he had hoped.
Walking out onto the porch, Thomas stared up at the starry sky with a deep frown. He longed to be back on Asgard with his mother but knew that his choice to stay on Midgard would mean he wouldn't see her until he had paid for what he was about to do to the United States.
"So this is where you were hiding?" came a voice from behind him and Loki whirled around on his feet to stare at the face of his mother in surprise. The woman smiled and tilted her head, "Loki, darling, surely you didn't think you could hide yourself and Y/N from me?"
Loki faltered, it had been over a year since he had seen his mother and he found that he missed her so much. Frigga only had a second of warning before her child was in her arms. With a kind smile, Frigga swayed with her boy and threaded her fingers through his delicate curls.
She pulled away to examine her son and played with the curls on his head with a fond smile, "it has been centuries since I have seen your hair like this, Loki."
Loki laughed softly and ran a hand through his hair sheepishly, "Y/N knows me best in this style. She spent a year with me like this."
"It suits you," Frigga whispered, cupping her son's cheek and smiling kindly, "Thor told me that you are to spend your punishment here. I am here to tell you how long you will be staying here through the terms of the punishment."
Loki winced at the reminder but nodded anyway. Frigga sighed and a piece of parchment appeared in her hands, "Loki Odinson, you are charged with murder, treason, attempted genocide, attempted regicide and attempted patricide. For this, you are sentenced to two hundred years of exile on Midgard. You may go anywhere on Midgard but the United States of America in that time and should you break that one rule, your seiðr will be ripped from you and you will be hung publically, stripped of your titles."
Reality hit Loki like a brick at that moment, he couldn't even plead that he wasn't in control of his actions for most of that. Sure, Thanos had beaten him into submission for New York but regicide? Patricide? That was all him and he couldn't run from it through technicalities.
The parchment disappeared and Loki stared at his mother, silently begging for her forgiveness and he shuddered in relief when Frigga hugged him and whispered in his ear, "I am allowed to visit whenever I like, I will strengthen the wards around this house so Odin will never find you... my son... I know we hurt you... I promise that I will do all I can to make you and Y/N happy here..."
Loki released a breath he didn't know he was holding and nodded quickly, stepping away from his mother and a bit closer to the front door of the cabin. "Tea?" he asked with a smile, gesturing to the door.
Frigga smiled as gold seiðr engulfed her and she was left in a t-shirt, jeans and fluffy boots and she tilted her head at her son's astounded gaze. "What?" she asked with a smile, "I cannot be expected to constantly lounge in dresses, it would ruin the fabric."
Loki chuckled and allowed his mother into the cabin. As the kettle was boiling, Loki heard the rustle of the sheets in the bedroom and you walked out moments later in an oversized hoodie belonging to Loki and shorts on. Tiredly rubbing your eyes, you wrapped your arms around Loki's waist and pressed your head to his hard chest, "you left me."
"Mother is here for tea, beloved, I apologise," Loki whispered, smiling as you looked away from him and towards Frigga.
Your eyes widened in an instant and a flash of your seiðr had you in your best dress, your hair tidied and done up and you dropped into a curtsy for your Queen. "Forgive my rudeness, your grace, I did not know you were here," you muttered, head bowed to look at the wooden floors.
"Nonsense, child," Frigga smiled, helping you to your feet with a gentle grip, "you are my son's beloved and I insist that you see me as your mother more than your ruler."
You nodded with understanding before a golden light flowed over your body and you were returned to your hoodie and shorts and you grinned, hugging Loki's waist once more. "Thomas? Oh- uh- Loki...? Can you give me a bit of warning next time when your mum comes around?"
Loki laughed and held your waist as he poured the tea for the three of you, handing the cup to his mother and another to you before taking his own. "I promise," he whispered, raising the cup to his mouth to take a sip.
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Three months later, you were sat on the sofa of your cabin and reading the latest novel that you had grabbed with Thomas in the village closest to you. Your head was on Thomas's lap and you were peacefully reading as Thomas ran his fingers through your hair. His curls had grown by now, reaching to just the top of his shoulders and you loved to gently play with the ringlets before you went to sleep at night.
As you turned the page, you sensed the tense atmosphere that had suddenly settled between the two of you. Curious, you looked up at your husband and tilted your head. "Thomas?" you asked, watching his eyes look away from the spot on the wall opposite down to you, "are you alright?"
"I want to go to Allerdale."
Your blood ran cold as you stared at your husband in shock before sitting up and taking a calming breath, putting your book down on the coffee table and turning your body to face him. "Okay, you wanna go back? Can I ask why?"
Thomas bit his lip and held your hands, feeling how they were shaking in his grasp. He knew how much you were terrified of Allerdale after your time staying there but he had to go back. "I have to go back, I don't think I'll be able to rest until I apologise... please, Y/N, I need this."
You bit your lip as you watched your husband uncertainly before sighing and slipping onto his lap, cupping his cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to his nose, "I will follow you to the ends of the earth, the ends of the Nine, if it would make you feel better."
Thomas melted and smiled lovingly at his wife, leaning into her gentle touch on his cheek and smiling adoringly at her before standing and tilting his head. "Is it alright if we go now?" he asked timidly, his anxiety buzzing at him and it only eased when you smiled and nodded.
After a swift change of clothing, you were surrounded in a glow of green before you were standing at the long since rusted gates of Allerdale Hall. The house was barely standing anymore. A few walls held and the stairs but not enough to be lived in. You both slowly made your way down the path to the house, your eyes drifting over to where you had killed Lucille. Thomas followed your gaze sadly and nodded, holding your hands and kissing your knuckles.
"I'll be right back," he whispered as a promise before walking over to the remaining bones of his sister. Kneeling beside the remains, Thomas's eyes brimmed with tears and he caressed the beaten skull, "why did you do this? Couldn't we have been normal? Lucille... I forgive you... I hope you rest well..."
With a green flame, the bones disappeared in the air but even Thomas knew she would not reach Valhalla. When he returned to your side, he felt you shaking and he pressed a kiss to your temple to reassure you. "Just a bit longer, darling, I promise," he whispered before approaching the remains of the house with you, the flooring had given in so he could see the basement below. Standing on the top step, Thomas cast an illusion of the house around the both of you and held you tight as you choked on your fear.
"Pamela, Margaret, Enola," he whispered into the illusion, the women appearing before him, "I apologise... I condemned your life for little more than money. None of you deserved your deaths... I'm sorry."
Taking a step back, Thomas flicked his wrist and the illusion caught fire. Carefully, Thomas guided you away from the flame and you watched as even the basement burnt. Thomas sobbed beside you, feeling overwhelming relief for saying goodbye, for saying that he was sorry.
"Come," you whispered, urging Thomas to look away from the Hall, to move past the trauma, "let's go home."
With a shaky nod, Thomas followed you down the drive, never once looking back at the home he used to know.
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You spent your summer that year as far away from Allerdale as you could manage. You had bought a flight to the Maldives to celebrate your 127th wedding anniversary by the sea in a private Villa.
As you stood on the decking, staring out at the ocean, you felt Thomas appear behind you and wrap his arms around your waist with a smirk, "you do spoil me, beloved."
"You wanted to be far from Allerdale, this is as far as we go, I am not touching Australia," you mumbled, pressing your back against him.
Thomas groaned and pressed his hips into you, pressing kisses to the back of your neck and smiling when he heard you sigh in relief. His cock ached in his boxers and your ass rubbing against him wasn't helping matters. His hand strayed lower into your panties, lazily circling your clit as you both stared out at the horizon, your breath quickened as you rolled your eyes back, your hips gently swaying to get more friction and Thomas chuckled, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, marching into the bedroom.
As soon as your back hit the bed, a green shimmer enveloped Thomas and Loki stood before you, his hair longer than before but he was still, unmistakably, your Loki. You spread out your arms and greeted him with a smile, "my prince," you called eagerly, "I offer myself to you as your loyal and trusting wife!"
Loki smirked and got between your legs, your clothes disappearing in a soft green shimmer. You didn't have time to even shiver from the cold before Loki's hard cock was sinking into you and easily warming you again. You cried out in pleasure, your arms wrapping around his neck as he thrust into you, setting a rough pace that made you see stars.
His cock was unbelievable inside you, you had no words for how incredible he felt within you, pounding you relentlessly as your nails trailed his back and cut crescent moons into his back, making his cock throb within you even more. Something was different this time, you both wanted something from each other and the need to beg for it became unbearable.
"Please!" you called out into the air, Loki's pace quickening at the sound of you begging and your throat released a deep moan of relief at him pounding your cervix constantly, "please, Loki! I'm ready! Get me pregnant!"
Loki's pace stilled, his head lifting to meet your eyes, unsure whether he hallucinated what he just heard.
"Say it again," Loki growled, thrusting hard into you once, making you scream.
"I'm ready for it, Loki," you whimpered, your hand lying on your flat stomach, "get me pregnant, please!"
Loki's cock swelled impossibly inside you and he smirked as he picked the pace back up, his green eyes never leaving yours as he fucked you relentlessly. Now that he knew you wanted it, he could give you a baby. He would give you a baby if it killed him!
The coil tensed more and more in your abdomen before it snapped and you screamed in ecstasy, melting into the mattress in relief as Loki continued to pound into you before moaning in bliss and shooting his cum into you, his arms giving way and he fell gently on top of you, pulling you close and showering you with kisses and attention.
After the haze finally lifted, Loki pulled out of you and picked you up, heading into the bathroom and stepping into the already prepared water, your back to his chest and his legs on either side of your body. Gently, he washed you off and nurtured you, his hand falling to your stomach when he was done, your hand meeting his there.
"I love all sides of you, Loki," you whispered tiredly against him, "don't just assume I want Thomas. I want all of you."
Loki smiled lovingly down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple as he rubbed your stomach gently, "I know, darling. You are my treasured memory."
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the final Lady Sharpe part 1: across the threshold
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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration
Requested by: @ellooo0ooo
Summary: To say your first day in Allerdale Hall with your new husband Sir Thomas Sharpe was "eventful" would be a gross understatement. Downright absurd would be a better descriptor.
Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader
Warnings: ghosts; Lucille; murder attempt via poisoning; mentions of the "relationship" between Lucille & Thomas; steamy moment between the newlyweds
Things to be aware of: Reader & Thomas are newlyweds
"Save yourself."
You stiffened in Thomas' arms as the soft spoken tone reached your ears, eyeing your new husband with rapidly increasing worry. "Did you hear that?"
His eyes held a touch of concern, the smile he gave you -- while breathtaking as it always was -- not quite reaching his eyes as he gave you words of reassurance. "Must simply be the wind, darling. At times it blows so harshly through the piping of the house that it feels as if the halls themselves are whispering to you. It's ghastly, I know, but it's home."
The words sounded perfectly crafted, as if practiced and corrected many times before, doing nothing to ease the tension that had spread throughout your body as he carried you across the threshold. You made a show of giving him a reassured smile, consciously widening your eyes in an attempt to convince him that you doubted no portion of his answer. "Just the wind," you said softly when he set you back down on your feet.
"Just the wind," he echoed, placing his hat down on a nearby table before framing your face in large gloved hands and touching the tip of his cold nose to your own, the chill making you break out into a fit of giggles. "There's that sound I absolutely adore from you, my dear wife." Your giggles melded into a weakened sigh once he leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
"Ah. There you are," a stern voice spoke from the other side of the floor, the sound bouncing off the walls as footsteps struck against tile then hardwood, the figure of Lucille Sharpe, your new sister-in-law, striding towards you. "You're finally home."
"Lucille," your husband breathed out, walking towards her and meeting his sister halfway and pulling her into a tight embrace.
Something in the sight immediately put you off, as if you sensed an intimacy between them that crossed the lines of familial love. Namely the way that she wrapped long fingers around his upper arm and leaned against his shoulder with her eyes closed, as if she was pressing a kiss on the spot.
"Welcome, Y/N," she finally spoke to you. "How have you been faring with the cold thus far?"
"Quite different from what I'm accustomed to but I can get used to just about anything," you answered her with a warm smile, subtly tilting your head at how she'd shaped her fingers like claws and dug the tips into Thomas' arm before releasing him from her hold.
"You're not imagining it. She abuses him. Makes him sleep with her," the same voice from earlier spoke. "Every night. He won't be laying with you later."
"Well you cannot possibly have adjusted so quickly. Why don't I fix us all some tea and, Thomas you can draw your bride a bath and start a fire? Give her a semblance of home to help her adjust a touch quicker?" The words seemed welcoming enough; her smile, however, made you wish to go back out into the biting winter cold instead. You might fare better against nature than against Lucille.
"Truly, Lucille? Tea this early? We'd just gotten home, we've not had the chance to even begin to unpack our belongings." You began to eye your husband with the same suspicion now, narrowing your eyes at his question that seemed as if they were speaking of more than just 'tea'.
"It will help warm her up," she insisted. "All of us, really."
His sharp exhale filled the room, his arm reaching out towards you when you began to walk further into the house and wrapping around your shoulders. "Very well then." His tone towards her had grown more formal, dismissive even. "Shall I show you to our room, Lady Sharpe?" He gave you a warm smile, this time the kind that reached his eyes as you nodded your assent.
A mixture of your giggles and his filled the house as he scooped you up into his arms once more and carried you up the stairs.
You tried to suppress your blush as you were treated to the view of your husband busying himself in your bedroom, insisting you 'sit back and not worry a single hair on that pretty head' while he prepped the fireplace. Of course, who were you to refuse a comfortable room with a view, especially when said view came in the form of Thomas Sharpe, coats shrugged off and sleeves rolled up to his elbows starting a fire to keep you warm?
The orange light of the kindling fire began to wash over the room, already making you feel as if you could breathe easier as your husband gave you an adorably triumphant smile. "Oh my word," he breathed out, rising to his feet and slowly making his way to you.
"What is it?" A warmth bloomed inside you, his fingertips lightly tracing your features with one hand while the other began to undo the bun in your hair. If only that warmth wasn't accompanied by the pit forming in your stomach as you remembered what that voice whispered in your ear downstairs.
"You are breathtaking in this light, darling." He ran his fingers through your hair, touching your chin with his free hand and tilting your head upward as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. The feel of him groaning against your skin sent your heart into a frenzy and your stomach fluttering like a dozen butterflies had just taken residence inside.
Every touch of your lips seemed more frantic than the last, feeling yourself getting more and more lost in him. Almost to the point that you forgot where you were. In a gloomy creepy near-derelict mansion that was potentially filled with ghosts that were talking to you confirming your intuition about Lucille and your husband having a debauched relationship in a secret held within the decaying walls. And so far away from the city where if you were to meet an untimely demise it would take days, maybe even weeks, before anyone at home was informed of your passing.
All of that seemed to fade away while you stayed in his arms.
"What if I drew us both a bath?" he murmured against your lips, giving you one more lingering kiss before pulling away, his expression darkened with such explicit lust that it had you struggling to breathe.
"How scandalous," you teased, your breath hitching in the back of your throat when you felt his fingers playing with the buttons securing the collar of your dress behind your neck.
The corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk once he worked the buttons undone and his fingertips met the skin of your neck, a whimper slipping from your lips as he slipped the piece of fabric off of you. "My darling, we are husband and wife." You bit your lips to muffle a moan when he leaned in to press a kiss to the newly exposed skin. "There is nothingscandalous about us sharing a bath, if you're willing."
He continued to press kiss after kiss along the column of your neck, and you suddenly felt a heat spreading throughout your body that had nothing to do with the fire steadily crackling on a few feet away from you. "Well in that case, dear husband, I think that's a wonderful--"
The sharp sound of knuckles rapping on the door broke the heady spell you were under, both of you suddenly standing upright, Thomas' arm now wrapped around you with his hand splayed on the side of your waist as he pulled you to his side. "Is everyone decent?" you heard Lucille's voice clear and piercing through the door.
"Decent enough," your husband called out, chuckling as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"Thomas what on Earth could you possibly mean by--Oh…" The look on her face may as well have dropped to the ground when her eyes befell the sight before her. Your now exposed neck, hair flowing down your back, Thomas' own overcoat and waistcoat draped haphazardly over the tall armchair, shirt wrinkled from where your hands clutched at him from moments earlier, the first few buttons undone and exposing his defined chest. "Seems I interrupted a private moment."
"Oh it's no trouble really--" you started just as Thomas said, "Yes, you did."
You did what you could to stifle your smile, giving way to him continuing his sentiment instead. "I was just about to draw a bath for my wife. And myself." Once more you fought to keep your expression unchanged as her neck so visibly twitched at the lurid implications of his words.
The voice from earlier was back. But she wasn't talking to you, rather she was talking to…another voice. You could barely make out names in the conversation. Edith. Enola. Talking about how Thomas was different with you, how he seemed to be protecting you almost.
"I'm sure the bath can wait, dear husband," you said, plastering on a warm smile you strived to reach your eyes.
"But I'm not quite sure that I can," he shot back with a chuckle, pulling you closer to him.
"Come on, sweetheart, Lucille made us tea. It'd be a shame for it to go cold." You looked to him with wide eyes, seeing how his jaw clenched for a moment before he briefly narrowed his eyes at his sister. And she was looking to you with a conspiratorial smirk, as if she felt the satisfaction of finding in you some ally. But you knew that look for what it really was; you'd seen it enough times throughout your ventures in London.
It was the look of an assumed mastermind pleased to see that a pawn was carrying out a leg of a plan on their own volition. And thus playing into their own trap. Run, little mouse, run, her eyes seemed to say. Right into my snare.
"You have your sensibilities about you, Y/N. I like you already."
"I've been around London enough times to know how you get with your tea," you joked, your cheeks aching from the smile you were trying to keep up. It seemed worth the dull ache, though, with the single nod she gave you as she poured out the hot beverage in two of the cups on the tray. The third one, however, had already been filled. And that was the cup she held out to you.
"I wasn't sure how you preferred it, so I took a guess on somewhere between lukewarm and fresh off the kettle. I hope it is to your liking, my new sister."
"You're very kind, Lucille. Thank you." You brought the cup up to your nose, taking in the aroma. "This…smells quite different from the teas I've had in London. What is it?"
"Firethorn berries," your husband answered. "Lucille picks them out in the garden and crushes them herself."
So cyanide, you thought to yourself, wondering if Thomas' omission of whether the crushed berries had been washed was intentional or simply an oversight on his part. They're trying to kill me.
You could feel your heart sinking from the realization that you'd married in such a rush and now you were to face the consequences. Your rational mind screaming obscenities at you for being so foolish to fall for the words of an angelic face and a devilish voice, and another voice trying to scream louder that you had to think of something quick lest one of them shove the drink down your throat and start the poisonous process.
"Don't drink it! The poison is in the tea!" one of the voices screamed.
"She has to. Lucille will kill her if she doesn't," the first voice, the guiding voice, answered her.
You took a breath, mustering all your confidence as you hoped that the wayward idea that flew through your mind in the last few moments would work convincingly enough. Raising the cup to your lips, the moderately hot liquid slipped past your lips, and you let it stay there a second before breaking out into a fit of coughs and spitting out majority of the drink, blindly looking for a place to set down the cup and doubling over and arching your back with each cough.
"Y/N!" The cup was taken out of your hand, Thomas pulling you close to him, moving your hair out of your face and running his hand up and down your back, trying to calm the fit. "Darling what happened?"
"I'm not quite sure," you answered through heaving breaths, both of you having sunk to the floor on your knees in the midst of your show. You fought against your instinct to stiffen in his hold as he pulled you to him, cradling you against his chest. "I suppose it was foolish of me to think firethorn berries was an exception to my allergies."
"Allergies?!" Lucille snapped. "Thomas, you never mentioned anything about your new wife's allergies when you wrote to me about her."
"It's my fault," you answered her. "Honestly it was such a whirlwind romance and the wedding happened so fast there was so much we didn't get to know about each other." You gave a regretful look to your husband. "I'm sorry."
He gave you this sorrowful look, complete with teary eyes, furrowed upturned brows, and quivering lip, before pulling you closer again and resting your head on his shoulder. "This isn't your fault, darling. None of this is your fault. I'm just glad you're alright." You kept at it with your heaving breaths, gradually easing yourself back to a regular rhythm. "How about I fix us something to eat after we freshen up?"
You gave him a weak nod, inwardly hissing that you'd rather starve than let them have another attempt at your life like that. Letting out a few more weak coughs and making sure to cover your mouth lest Lucille or Thomas know what an allergic reaction ideally looked like and realize that you'd been putting on a show, you turned your gaze to Lucille. "I'm so sorry you went through all this trouble--"
"It's no trouble at all, dear sister," she cut you off, the icy rage poorly veiled in her eyes despite the smile she was clearly straining to give you. "As Thomas said, what matters is that you're alright." Her eyes flickered to her brother one last time before she turned and left your bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
"Let me go get you some water, darling." Thomas held your hands as you both stood, holding you close to him again when you were both up on your feet. "I could have sworn I felt my heart drop to the ground when you seemed about to hack out your lung from those heaves."
He'd led you to the ensuite and turned on the tap. Once the water began to run you straightened your stance and stepped out of his hold, your coughs suddenly -- suspiciously -- a thing of the past. "It's so sweet of you to be so concerned, Thomas." The furrow between his brows deepened, the water overflowing from the glass and onto his hand. "Now tell me. Whose idea was it to poison me, dear husband?" You sneered the words now, as if they themselves were poison to even utter. "Was it yours? Or your sister's?"
A/N: Welcome to…the series that I didn't actually intend to be a series 😅 When I was planning out this request I only intended for it to be 3 parts, and then I started writing it 2 days ago I realized that I'd be cramming way too much into one part if I wrote it the way I first planned, so it became 4 parts…and then 5…and now it's 8.
But I honestly look forward to diving into this story and sharing it with you all, and I just hope y'all like it, too 💖💛
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The Trainee (Part Three)
Pairing: Dom!Thomas Shelby x Sub!Reader
Warning: Pure Filth, Smut, Explicit Content, Prostitution, Rough, Anal, Dubious Consent? Lack of Plot
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Later that night…
‘Y/N’ Tommy’s deep voice grumbled in the quietness of your bedroom as you felt the mattress shift and you made a sleepy sound of protest and buried your head into your pillow while rolling away from him.
‘I need you to wake up Love’ he said softly, although his tone held some bite when he spoke.
‘Can’t you sleep Mr Shelby?’ you asked tiredly while rubbing your eyes, thinking that, at least, he had warned you about this. He told you earlier that, occasionally, his insomnia got the better of him and that, during such instances, he would require your services for which you would be paid extra.
‘No. I can’t’ he confirmed and, without him having to say anything else, you nodded your approval and turned over.
‘Alright. I will be at your service Mr Shelby’ you then said with your already sore core clenching at the thought of more of his pounding. He was clearly in a bad mood too. Something had happened but you did not dare to ask. It was none of your business and you knew that this was nothing more than a job for you.
‘I will make it quick Love. I promise’ Tommy then said and, before you could even open your eyes fully, he tossed the blankets off you.
The chilly night air was a shock to your warm skin, making it break out into goosebumps. His rough hands grabbed your ankles from the foot of the bed. One sharp tug had you quickly muffling a shriek as he flipped you over, making you lie flat on your stomach.
‘Mr Shelby’ you gasped before nodding into the pillow, in approval to his request. You were shocked by his sudden action but it did not surprise you. He clearly wanted to get off and that quickly.
‘I am sorry Love, but all have been able to think about is that tight little cunt of yours ’Tommy then groaned before sliding off his clothes. His eyes were fuelled with fire and his already hard cock slapped against his flat stomach, the head reaching above his navel.
He then climbed on top of you after he pushed your white cotton panties down just enough that he could take you.
‘Use your hands and spread yourself open for me’ Tommy then ordered, fisting his cock with impatience.
‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you said as you slid your hand down to do as he asked, parting your ass cheeks as well in the process. He lowered his body onto yours and you felt the blunt tip of his cock rub against your sensitive folds. He was hot and sticky with precum.
‘I do not think that I am ready yet sir’ you whispered as he pressed against your hole, grunting when it parted for him. Unlike before, there was no foreplay whatsoever and you were still quite sore from the few times he took you earlier that day.
‘You are wet enough for me Love. You still have my cum dripping out of your cunt from earlier’ he groaned as he pushed his cockhead in and you moaned slightly as your sore tissue gave way to the invasion. He was right, it did go in easily.
‘That’s it, good girl’ he praised you again as he kept pushing into you and, eventually, he sighed as he buried himself inside of you fully.
Once you felt his balls rest against your body, he started hunching into you slowly. You winced and moaned at the push and pull in your pussy as Tommy had already used you a few hours earlier that day.
‘Don’t worry Love, I will just fill your pussy up once more and then we will give it a little rest and use one of your other holes, eh’ he said reasonably as he knew that you were rather sore by now.
Nonetheless, and in spite of your soreness, your want for Thomas’s cock quickly grew as he was inside of you and you began to moan as he picked up the pace, slapping his hips against your ass.
‘That’s it Love. You are taking me so well’ he groaned as your core clenched around his thick length from the pleasurable sensation.
‘Your body is mine to use…’ he then said as you repeatedly clenched and released your pussy around him in time with his thrusts the way he taught you.
Harder and faster he thrusted into you as he was chasing his release, rutting into you like a wild beast.
‘And I will fill you up with cum every fucking day while you are here with me’ he said louder this time as you whined at his faster pace and, with that, you started to chase your own climax.
It was a mix of pleasure and pain. You were sore and yet incredibly aroused as Tommy worked himself to a finish.
Your harsh breathing and the smack of wet flesh were the only things you could hear and the sounds of raw fucking filled the room.
‘Oh god’ you eventually shouted out into the pillow just after Tommy picked up his pace again.
You cried out at the impossibly deep and fast penetration. He grunted like an animal as he moved his hips in a circle, searching for something inside you with his cock. You knew the moment he found it. The intense pressure as he pushed against your cervix had you crying out at the discomfort and pleasure all at the same time and, with that, you came hard and fast around his cock.
‘That it. Cum for me Love’ Tommy then groaned and, just as he did, you could feel his cock swell. The base of his cock began to throb as you felt the familiar wet heat of his cum flood your pussy.
Some primal part of you loved this feeling and your pussy fluttered in recognition of what was happening and milked him. Your mouth opened as you groaned at the sensation.
‘Fuck’ he murmured, sweetly brushing a lock of hair from your face before he gave you some more of his weight, his hips pushing his cock just a little deeper. With more primal groans, his cock continued to pump you full with his seed and you shrieked once more, feeling his load flood you.
Then, after another minute, Tommy pulled his cock out with a wet sucking noise and it left a dull ache behind and, just when you thought that this was it and you could now go back to sleep, Tommy began to stroke his cock again.
Just when his cock was hard again which, really, took a minute at the most, he dipped two of his fingers into your wetness where his cum had pooled and then brought them up to your mouth.
‘Common Love. Open your mouth and suck them clean’ he ordered while you tried to protest but, eventually, you complied with his request and quietly sucked his fingers into your mouth.
He must have known how humiliating this was and, yet, you sucked obediently. His fingers seemed somehow pleased to have your lips and tongue around them and the mixture of your combined juices tasted strange, though not exactly unclean.
Tommy then pushed his fingers in and out of your mouth in the dark, breathing with quiet, husky satisfaction while your eyes slowly became accustomed to your surrounds. You couldn’t see a thing, only a shadow but you felt everything he did to you.
‘Good Girl’ he was whispering again before, all too soon, he moved his hands greedily back down to your mound which is where he let them stay for what felt like a minute before he positioned himself on top of you once more.
‘As I promised you Love, we will give your cunt a little a rest, eh’ Tommy then said before he pushed his hardening shaft up and down between your ass-cheeks and sighed deeply before, finally, he pulled your lower half up towards him.
'Now, I need you to stay very still for me sweetheart’ he then said as, very slowly, he spread your wetness and some of his cum over your rear opening which, again, surprised and confused you.
Tommy then held himself up carefully with one hand and stretched your left cheek back with the other before, finally, lowering himself to your yet unclaimed and unused hole.
He pushed gently at the opening which opened up for him only very slightly and, if you could have, you would have wriggled yourself away from him by now.
He was pushing gently, but he could not disguise his firmness, or the large size of it against you. Surely this was impossible. It would not go in, you thought. And yet, you had spoken about this before. He had even used his fingers inside your rear opening earlier that evening, probably to prepare you for what was to come.
‘Mr Shelby, it hurts’ you pointed with a stammering voice but he would not relent.
‘I know, but you will get used to it Love. This is what good whores do for their customers’ Tommy then said as, suddenly, he was using more force. He pushed it inside you, just the first little bit. It felt so big, stretching you.
'Shhh! Let me come inside you Sweetheart’ Tommy whispered before he pushed even further and, by this point, you could not think. You could just feel his strength, his bigness, his hands pushing on the small of your back. Inside you, he felt brutal and like velvet, both at once.
At last, with a full groan that embarrassed you and vibrated inside you, he was all the way in. You had done it. You had taken him in, all of him. He stopped there and started rocking his hips against you. His breath was heavier, deeper and hoarser than you could ever have imagined.
‘You feel good Love and, now that I have claimed all of your holes, I am certain that you will serve me and my customers well’ Tommy then groaned as every inch of him was swelling lustfully in the most embarrassing and intimate place in your body. He was using you, taking you, rocking inside you.
It did not hurt quite so much now, but the fullness of him inside you was overwhelming. He was lunging into you now, moving slowly and deliberately, moving back slightly and lunging again. His whole body weighed on you and you felt so fragile, so narrow and hollow beneath him, his body overpowering yours.
You were almost ashamed of the lust you were provoking in this man, but, somehow, you also felt an inexplicable reassurance in his attention on you as he forced himself in and out of your tightest hole.
You were his, fully and completely. Squirming inside, you felt a strange little feeling. Was it gratitude? What he was doing, the way he was taking you, breathing on you, using you, seemed to unlock something in you. The parts of you that felt good when they were touched had barely had his attention, but they screamed out to you all the same.
You somehow felt humbled that this extraordinary being, a man so powerful as Thomas Shelby, wanted you and needed to use your body, touching you with hands that must have touched so many other women. But you were the one he needed to be with right now.
That itch, that burning itch that only he brought out in you. You did not know what possessed you but, eventually, you started to push yourself against your hands, softly at first, hoping desperately that he would not notice. But once you had started, you could not stop. You were rubbing yourself, while he forced himself in to you, over and over again.
Your hands worked hard and your hips started to move beneath him. You must have looked pathetic, but you could not help yourself. His body was on top of you, filling you up, doing things that were beyond your imagination. It was too much, and this seemed to somehow be the only answer.
A fire flashed through your body from the inside out.
Your hands scrambled to rub yourself and your hips rocked beneath Tommy frantically. He chuckled in response and began to lunge faster into you, rocking against you as if he was riding a horse. You would never have imagined it and could barely admit it to yourself, but he felt strangely good inside you. And then, your anger heightened as you realised the horrible truth. You wanted more of him. You wanted him close, owning you. Even like this.
A few more praises soon left Tommy’s mouth and you only rubbed yourself harder. The air seemed to become thick and you sneezed, struggling to breathe or make any sense of anything.
‘You like me using you like this, don't you?’ Tommy groaned as he grabbed your left breast again as if to suggest it was evidence of your lust.
'Say yes, Sir’ he mused arrogantly and so you did.
'Yes, sir’ you howled and Tommy’s hand came tight around your throat in an erotic rather than forceful kind of way and, just as it did, he was breathing you in, and seemed pleased.
He was so strong and you crumbled underneath him, hoping he would not see. Your hands moved faster again, helplessly and Tommy was moving faster now too.
Your eyes grew big but they continued staring at your pillow as you kept on moaning loudly while Tommy’s continuing praises shook with obvious pleasure.
‘I am close Love’ he groaned as he forced himself into you more and more violently and your face burned with desire.
‘And I am going to fill your ass with cum, eh…nice and deep’ he then groaned and you almost screamed in pleasure.
‘Mr Shelby, please’ you moaned, unsure about what you were pleading for as your young skin and your obedience were too much for Thomas Shelby. He squeezed your left nipple again and rammed into you like a relentless machine, faster and faster. A silkiness soon flooded over you with each lunge, laced now and then with a spiky brutality as he hit too hard, pulled too fast, poked too eagerly at your walls. And yet, it felt so incredibly good.
Then, finally, Tommy grunted urgently and out a gasp, and at last, his warm, silky liquid seeped into you, travelling upwards as far as it could go.
That was it and, yet, he kept his grip on you until his shaft had shrivelled and retracted, softening slowly until, finally, he pulled himself out.
‘You are so obedient Love. I am impressed’ he then said and you glowed with the praise, despite everything, enjoying the warm residue of him inside you, and kept rubbing yourself, finally edging towards a wave of pleasure, almost ready for it to overcome you.
Tommy then laid back down beside you and put his hands around yours. For a moment, you thought he might help you but, instead, he folded your hands together, closing them and bringing them up, away from your labia and under your pillow.
'That is not for you to touch Love. Not unless I am inside of you’ he said and you sighed with disappointment.
'Yes, Mr Shelby’ you said nonetheless and in a little voice, moving your backside instinctively closer towards him and digging your fingers helplessly into the mattress.
'Good. Now get some sleep’ he said gently and, without knowing what had gotten into you, you pulled his arm around your limb body, wanting to feel his touch which, all so suddenly, had become so much gentler than before.
To be continued…
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When they get a tooth removed – Drugged AF HC’s
Note - your genshin man just had to get his tooth removed. Drugged and out of his mind, he shows a side of him that you have never seen before.
Characters - Venti, Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, Albedo, Childe, Xiao, Itto, Thoma, Ayato, Gorou, Kazuha
Warnings- Drugged state, inappropriate language, fluff, slight smut
Part 3: Childe, Kazuha, Gorou x f!reader
Part 1 | Part 2
CHILDE
It was a surprise to you that your boss wasn’t in a situation like this before. Given his appetite for a good fight, he had his tooth chipped when he fought with the famous traveler. You had lost count of how many times the Harbinger had fought the traveler. Baizhu, a mysterious pharmacist helped remove the tooth and your boss was woozy with the herbs that were given to him to numb the pain. What was worse was that he consumed fire-water against everyone’s advice to help him with the pain.
“(Y/N)….. hic…” He wobbled towards you.
“Yes, sir!” You curl your lips in order to fight back your laughter. It was not often that you saw this side of your boss.
“Gather the.. the… trooooops. I-I want to… to.. train them.” He slurred.
“Sir, with all due respect. You should be resting right now. Training can wait.” You try to reason with him.
He frowns. “You- You think… I am we-weak, don’t yuh? Hmph.” He crossed his arms. “D-do as I-I say… I w-will sho-show you I am strong and I can – can – can pro-tect you.”
“Boss – I …” You sigh. “Nevermind, I will gather the troops.” You leave and do as he says.
Once the troop have gathered outside Liyue city, Childe sits on a rock as he observes the training. You were one of the few people in the troop with a vision instead of a delusion. Ideally in your training, you were discouraged to use your vision as it gave you an unfair advantage. You were fighting against a hydro gunner who was proving to be quite a challenge. At one point you stumble and fall due to the impact of the water shooting from the gun. Before you could get up and fight back, you see that the hydro gunner was already pinned to the ground with your boss holding a sharp arrow against his neck.
“Y-you you… really thought you.. could h-hurt (Y/N) on.. on my watch?” He glares coldly at the fallen man.
“Boss. What are you doing?” You rush towards both of them. Everyone around you had stopped training.
“Boss, please… I was just training.” The hydro gunner gulped nervously. “See.. she’s okay.”
Childe lets go off the man and spits at him. “Ne-next time if any… one lays a finfinfinger on my girl, I won’t won’t be so kind.”
Your eyes widen at his declaration. His woman? What? “Sir?”
“It’s Ayyyjaaxxx.” He winks as he falls face-first to the ground. You rush to check on him and find that he was passed out. You look up to see all the Fatui look at you nervously keeping their distance from you. The conversation when he woke up was going to be….. interesting.
KAZUHA
This wandering nomad started complaining about a toothache a few weeks ago. On your trip through Liyue, a healer determined that his tooth was infected and had to be removed so that his other teeth did not catch the infection. A potion was given to him and the tooth was skillfully removed. You always found Kazuha aloof which is why you were never confident to confess your feelings to him but in his newfound state, Kazuha was doting on you.
“(Y/N), let me make some tea for you.” He smiled wide.
“Uh.. No… You need to rest.” You shake your head.
“How about a nice massage instead? You’ve been really tense around me the past few days.” He places his hands on your shoulder.
“I am okay, Kazuha… Really.” You squeak.
You hear him sigh and pull away. This trip was really getting hard for you with your festering feelings for your friend. You really respected and admired him as a friend which made the situation difficult. You couldn’t lose him and you knew he couldn’t lose you either. He’d already lost so much. From the corner of your eye, you look at the man who got your heart beating as fast as a butterfly’s wing. He was writing something on parchment, a poem you presumed. He was really good at it. You sit in silence while he pens down. This was normal for him and he did not like to be interrupted.
Eventually, you get up and go to buy some food.
“(Y/N), wait..” He pouts.
“Yes?” You turn around.
“Where are you headed to?”
“I am going to buy us some food, Kazuha.” You smile at him.
“Before you go, I need your opinion on my new poem.” He looked frustrated.
“Alright.” You nod and take a seat opposite him.
“Don’t look at me … okay?” You see his face turn red.
“Fine!” You roll your eyes. You couldn’t wait for the potion to wear off. He was too pushy and demanding like this. You turn to look away from him.
He clears his throat. “Ahem. So here it goes. Love’s keen sting is so cruel but then it is also kind and so my heart loves.”
You wait for him to continue but he doesn’t. “That’s it?” You raise your eyebrow.
“Yes. It is a haiku…” He avoids your gaze.
“I am not going to lie, Kazuha your work is usually better than this.” You bite your lip hoping he wouldn’t take offense.
“So… you’re rejecting me?” His hands tremble as he crumples the parchment.
“Huh?” You looked confused.
“I just poured my heart out to you…” He pouts.
“Oh.” You smack your head. Wait, Kazuha loves you? Kazuha loves you. KAZUHA LOVES YOU. You jump from your seat and quickly embrace him.
“You’re really confusing, (Y/N).” You feel him relax. “Does this mean, you like.. me?”
“Yes, you drugged idiot.” You giggle.
“That’s wonderful!!! I should write a poem to commemorate this moment.” He pulls away from you.
“NO.” You pull the pen from him and throw it out of the window. You knew he would thank you for that later, after all the poet in him right now was better off not writing.
GOROU
“Can… Can you call me a puppy?” His tail swishes from side to side as drool slips out of his mouth.
You wipe the drool from his mouth. “Gorou, for the last time, please go get some rest. You’ve been given numbing medication for your tooth.”
“But, darling. I am your puppy, aren’t I?” He whimpers.
“Yes, you are.” You smirk at him.
Your general and fiancé had to get his tooth removed after it started to ache when he was chewing on a bone shard from a vishap. To this day, you could not wrap your head around his canine urges but you loved him nevertheless. He tried his best to keep it under control but sometimes it would slip out and in his current state, he was more of a canine and less of the man you knew.
“Can you… Can you… pat my head?” He looked at you with his goddamn puppy eyes.
You sigh and give in. You pat his head and scratch him behind his ears. You see him tapping his leg.
“Okay, now go get some rest.” You try to lead him to your bedroom.
“(Y/N)… (Y/N)…(Y/N)…. I have something to show you.” He jumps into the closet and starts searching for something.
“Gorou, I swear to god, if you mess up the cupboard, you’ll have to be the one cleaning it up when you recover.” You pinch the bridge of your nose.
“Shh.. I almost got it.” He pulls out a box.
You’d seen this box multiple times. It belonged to him. Since you respected his privacy, you never opened the box and you hadn’t even given it much thought. “What is it?” You ask.
He opens the box and pulls out a couple of photographs. He looks at them and growls as he hands them over to you. The pictures were of a female canine-human in an elegant green kimono. She resembled your fiancé but the only difference was that she was heavily endowed in the chest region.
“Is she your relative or something?” You were nervous. Was she someone from his past? Did he keep her photo and belongings in the box as a keepsake? You didn’t know how to feel about this.
You see him sulk and drop his head. “(Y/N)… I am not a good boy.” He whines. “That picture… is me…” His wagging tail comes to a halt.
“Wait.. what? Are you into cross-dressing, Gorou? Why were you hiding it from me? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has their kinks!” You try to reassure him.
“IT IS NOT MY KINK!” He barks. “THAT STUPID FOX PRIESTESS MADE ME DO IT. Guuji Yae!!”
You looked confused as hell and Gorou explains everything to you and how Miss Hina became a part of his identity.
“Hahaha. Oh Gorou, you poor thing.” You caress his cheek. “You don’t need to be worried about this. However, I should say that this kimono in your picture suits you well.” You wink at him.
“Sh-shut up.” He crosses his arms and blushes.
“What else is in the box?” You try to peek into the box and catch a glimpse of the green Kimona. You gasp and clap your hands in excitement. “Can we try it on you again??”
“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head.
“Gorou, pleaseeeeee.” You pull out the dress from the box and walk towards him.
“No. No. No. No. No.” He steps away from you and starts to run. You chase after him. You had to see your man in this, who knows if he would ever do this when he was sober.
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Thomas Sharpe x Reader where the reader is an opera singer who Thomas ends up falling in love with and courts her. Lucille tries to put a stop to things but Thomas ignores her and proposes to the reader who says yes.
A Definite Answer
SUMMARY. ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
falling in love with a man who has one of the most complicated background and nasty past mistakes was definitely not something you’ve expected. But we don’t choose who do we love, do we?
PAIRING. thomas sharpe x gender neutral reader
WORD COUNT. 0.817k
THIS WORK CONTAINS fluff
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"Do you trust me?" instead of answering the questions you’ve just asked regarding to his strange request, the question he had always needed an answer to spilled without faltering.
“I-” you didn’t know what to say, truth to be told.
Everything is just going way too fast and you weren’t certain if this is a safe ride and what’s best for the both you.
A month ago, you noticed how his eyes lingered on you rather differently among the crowd of audience as you put an end to your opera performance of the night, how he stood from his seat, clapping his hands along with the rest in the most graceful and elegant way.
Three weeks ago, he crashed his lips against yours without further hesitation at the backstage, stealing your first kiss smoothly just a minute before your next performance begins.
Two weeks ago, he opened up about everything he’s done in the past. His rich, deceased wives he’s wooed for the past few years only to be murdered by his own sister and to claim their assets. And not to mention, the incestuous relationship he has been sharing with his sister since childhood.
A day ago, he’d went down on one knee, pulling a brand new ring out of his pocket, swearing on his life that he’ll look after you, and to provide you nothing but your deserving happiness, peace, love and comfort until his last breath underneath the light of a million stars.
A minute ago, he rushed into your room hurriedly, his breath ragged from all of the running just to inform you to pack your luggage and that he had bought train tickets to France that were setting off this evening.
And at this second, he was questioning whether you trust him or not with your hands in his, his ocean orbs fixed on yours, seeking for any hint of rejection he feared.
The speed and perfection in this love the both of you shared brought uncertainty and queries, leading you to second guess everything you’ve had ever since the second you laid eyes on this man.
Is he worth the trouble, the effort and time you’ve poured into your career and your entire life?
31 days wasn’t enough time for you to come to a conclusion and determine the perfect choice, along with a definite answer he deserved. There was too much that needed to be taken into consideration and the quick pace wasn’t helping at all.
But as a matter of fact, you do trust this English baronet with high aspirations, Sir Thomas Sharpe, whole heartedly and unconditionally. It truly doesn’t matter to you respecting the mistakes and wrongs he’s done in the past, how many times he’s been married or what sort of sick and twisted relationship he used to share with his biological sister, Lucille Sharpe, in which he had been nothing but utterly honest about.
Love, a phrase that had never meant anything more than four simple letters to you before Thomas' presence which granted it a definition, had managed to blind all of his tragic flaws, allowing you to discern the beauty, innocence and kindness whenever his lips curves into the loveliest smile.
Yet for some reason, your lips just couldn’t form those simplest words your heart was aching to speak, the sentence you knew would have the rest of his life tied with yours for forever, both dead and alive.
Just as the last glimpse of hope in his eyes was about to die down, he felt his palm graze against something in your hand, causing him to look down. He removed his thumb from the back of your hand to reveal the object, his fingers still underneath your palm, holding you gently.
“The ring-” he couldn’t help but gasp at what he’s seeing, his heart skipped a beat as he dragged his thumb across the ring wrapped around your finger carefully.
Of course, the ring.
Watching your jaw dropped and your fingers fidgeting nervously at the night he made his lifelong promise, a soft smile curled on his thin lips as he stood back up, taking a firm hold of your hands. He placed the new ring, unlike the ruby garnet ring he used to propose his wives, on the palm of your hand, closing your fingers.
“I wish to see it around your finger when you’re ready.”
These words managed to have you wrapped around his finger, you found yourself switching countless sleeping postures, unable to fall asleep that night although it was already way past your usual bedtime. Therefore, you lighted the candle on the wooden table next to your bed, opening the drawer in attempt to take the ring you’ve been given with permission to keep, your mind debating whether to wear it or not.
“Does this answers your question?” you chuckled at the sight of his widened eyes staring down at the little handcuff which proves your everlasting connection, the way he held your hands in his rugged ones ever so tenderly.
Thomas wrapped his arms around your figure, the happiest grin spread across his lips as he nuzzled his nose against your shoulder with his eyes closed.
“Tonight. Tonight, our new life begins.”
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𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞
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[multi-chapter] grieves of a pained heart (i. grief) (ii. pain) (iii. release)
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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning
❆ Christmas at Allerdale Hall by sserpente • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Imagine spending Christmas with Thomas Sharpe at Allerdale Hall, while the Baronet is determined to make the holiday special for you, Lucille cannot be more cross with [you for celebrating the holidays]."
❆ Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by just-the-hiddles • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •
Summary: "Your sister and children have come for the holidays to Allerdale Hall but all is not merry and bright."
❆ London Blizzard by sserpente • 〔F〕 •
Summary: "Imagine getting stuck in [London due to] a blizzard with Thomas Sharpe over Christmas."
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❆ Mistletoe Kiss by sserpente • 〔F〕 •
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In Every Life - Part 1
Summary: Two souls destined for each other, but life has other plans. Will they find each other and have their happy ending?
It was late September of 1883 when they met. Some would call it kismet. Others destiny. The miserable ones would call it coincidence. He needed to go into London for a few weeks to work on some business prospects and handle some estate matters with his lawyer. Lucille stayed back as she did not care to leave home but was not happy to be without her brother for so long.
Josephine and her mother were on their way to the hospital when she had a sudden dizzy spell, causing her to fall to the street but found herself saved by a beautiful stranger, rescuing her from being hit by a carriage riding too close to the sidewalk.
"Are you alright?" her mother inquired.
"I'm alright mother, thanks to this kind gentleman." She was shy and blushing, unbelieving that she made a fool of herself in front of this handsome man.
Her mother looked at him, thanking him profusely. "You may have saved her life, mister…."
"Sharpe, Thomas Sharpe, baronet, madame."
"Thank you so very much, Lord Sharpe. I am Victoria Morrow, and this is my daughter, Josephine. How can I ever repay you?"
His words failed him as he locked eyes with Josephine. In that moment, he felt as if there was something linking his heart to hers. His heart, nay his soul, screamed to not let this beguiling creature to depart from him.
Unbeknownst to him, Josephine was similarly affected.
He responded to her mother without looking away from Josephine. "There is no need, madame. I am more than happy to assist." Josephine smiled at him causing his heart to skip with joy. "If it is not too forward, might you be available for dinner this evening Ms. Josephine?" He held his breath, praying she would accept his offer.
The way her name rolled off his tongue could soothe an angry lion, and she would do anything to hear him say it again. Looking at her mother for approval before answering, she said, "I would love that." They let him know where they were staying, advising he would pick her up at 7 pm.
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That evening, he arrived promptly on time, having arranged a carriage to drive them to a nice restaurant he knew nearby. His breath escaped him as she descended the stairs, thinking her to be an angel descended from the heavens in a beautiful dark blue dress. “You look breathtaking.”
Josephine found her heart beating so loud thinking he must be able to hear it. Blushing, she reminded herself to breathe before taking his arm. “Thank you Lord Sharpe.”
“Thomas, please.” He wanted nothing more than to run away with her to some far off place or at least back to his home.
She nodded. “Thomas. You look very dapper yourself.”
She scolded herself. ‘Dapper? That’s the best you can come up with?’
“Shall we?” He held out his arm which she took. He aimed towards the door, and she followed him, a willing captive. When entering the carriage, it took all his strength to tell the driver to take them to the restaurant rather than what his head and heart were telling him.
At dinner, they exchanged stories. He told her the joke about why his estate is called Crimson Peak.
"That sounds extraordinary."
"It is fascinating but sometimes also a bit macabre when someone walks around and leaves what looks like bloody footprints."
"That must be a sight to behold. Oh how I wish I could see that." She froze. She had not meant to be so bold and admit that last part, but he simply smiled and said, "I would love for you to see it. You are most welcome to come observe the sight any time you wish."
She felt a bit relieved. They continued to talk and walked leisurely back to her hotel as they did not want the night to end.
"I would very much like to see you again tomorrow, if that is alright?" He didn't want to let her go, yearning to whisk her back to Allerdale as his.
"I would like that as well. My mother and I have an appointment, but we should be back by 1."
"1 o'clock it is. I look forward to it." He smiled, taking her hand in his and placed a kiss across her knuckles before departing.
Arriving at her room, she found her mother was pulling out the metallic syringe and an opaque bottle of liquid. "Did you have fun?"
She smiled and nodded. "He's wonderful and incredibly kind. He has asked to see me again tomorrow when we get back.”
"I see no problem with that at all, my dearest daughter, but it’s time for your medicine."
Josephine was not a fan of needles, but her mother insisted it would help with her deteriorating health.
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When she awoke the next day, the front desk brought flowers that had been delivered early that morning.
My Dearest Josephine,
These flowers pale in comparison to your beauty. I very much look forward to seeing you again today.
Sir Thomas Sharpe
She placed them by her bedside, smiling like a loon. Her left hand began to shake and held it with her right to help control the tremors.
The visit at the hospital took longer than anticipated as they wanted to run a few tests to get a diagnosis as they felt they were close. By the time they arrived back at their hotel, it was half past 1.
Thomas waited patiently in the lobby. He had not been to the hospital much but knew appointments of any nature could run longer than expected. When she arrived flustered, he tried to give an air of calm and understanding.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's quite alright. No need to explain. If you need to take a moment to freshen up, I am happy to wait."
Josephine appreciated his offer and went up to her room to fix herself quickly and was back down ten minutes later. She was sure to wear a dress with a larger skirt to help hide the tremors in her legs that were becoming more frequent.
He took her to a shop that prepared a picnic basket for them which they took to a nearby park. He laid everything out on the blanket, and they spent the afternoon enjoying each other's company, talking about various things such as nature, science, hopes, dreams. Before they knew it, evening fell upon them, the picnic food gone hours before.
"Would you like me to escort you back to your hotel?"
She felt a pang of disappointment, not wanting to leave just yet. As if he could read her mind, "or, perhaps, we could get some dinner?"
Thomas wasn't ready to take her back but feared she might be tired of him. He hoped she might accept his second offer, his heart almost refusing to beat.
"Dinner sounds delightful."
Internally, he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart relieved. As she went to stand up, the tremors began again, causing her to lose her footing; however, Thomas caught her before she fell to the ground. She tried to brush it off. “I’m so sorry. My legs must have fallen asleep.” She smiled. “Not to worry. I’ll help you to the restaurant. It’s nearby.” She took his arm, using it to steady herself, trying her best to ignore the looming headache.
They continued to enjoy one another's company through dinner and dessert, not realizing the late hour while looking at the stars in the park until they arrived back at her hotel to her frantic mother who calmed the moment she saw her daughter was with Sir Thomas.
"Thank you so much for escorting my daughter. It appears she had a lovely time." This caused Josephine to blush profusely.
"My apologies for keeping her so late. I do so much enjoy spending time with her." He couldn't help but shyly smile as he spoke. “If your mother permits, I would love to see you again.”
“That would be lovely,” she said, trying to hide the pain from her headache that seemed to only be getting worse.
“Would tomorrow be too soon?” He was hopeful she’d agree. It was too soon, but if he could, he would see her every day; however, he did not want to scare her, unsure if she felt the same. Little did he know, she did. As much as she loved her mother, she wanted adventures with him. She’d run off with him at that very moment if she weren’t worried about leaving her mother alone. Maybe he’d allow her to come with them? Or would he disappear when learning of her declining health? ‘No, Josephine. You mustn’t let your heart get ahead of your mind. Perhaps he merely wants company while he is in town.’
Taking her hand, he turned it, kissing her palm and felt her hand shaking a bit but brushed it off, believing she was likely as nervous as he.
Arriving back to her room, her mother was ready to give the next dose of medicine. “Do we have to, mother? How many more of these treatments must I endure?”
Her mother approached with caution. “It is only for your benefit. Do you not wish to be well?”
She sighed in defeat. “Yes, mother. It’s just that the treatments have become more difficult to handle. I just want to be well and hope the doctors here can find a solution.”
“I am sure they will, but in the meantime, you need to continue this course of treatment. The doctors have not been opposed to it, and I feel it has slowed down at the least. I am truly sorry for how difficult this has been for you, but it’s not any easier watching you be forced to endure. You are a strong, capable woman. As your mother, I only want to see you succeed.”
Josephine relented and allowed her mother to administer the needle treatment.
“I must also say this. Sir Thomas seems like a capable young man, but I am not sure he is right for you. I fear he may take advantage of you due to your health. I do not believe I can abide his visits much longer. I want to see you happy, but I also want you to be safe.” She put the needle away with the future treatments, placing them in the drawer of her nightstand.
She rubbed her arm at the injection site, momentarily forgetting her headache. “I know, mother, but there is just something about him that I cannot explain. I feel connected to him on a spiritual level, and if he were to propose tomorrow, I would say yes, but….”
Sitting on her bed, her mother looked nervous. “But what, Josephine?”
“But I fear leaving you alone. Father passed so long ago, and I do not want you to feel as if I am attempting to abandon you, but I feel I must follow my heart. I am hoping, perhaps, that if he does propose, that you may come to live with us. I know. I’m getting ahead of myself. Just wishful thinking.”
Her mother moved over next to her, holding her from the side. “Darling daughter. I am in awe of your desire to see me happy, and I feel the same for you. I just………..want you to be safe. The thought of you running off with that man scares me. There is just something about his countenance I cannot trust. I mean, what do we really know about him?”
She knew her mother was right. She was always right, but something in the back of her mind said her mother was wrong about this.
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As he walked back to his hotel, he could not stop thinking about the feel of her hand, the honeysuckle smell drifting off her hair. He knew what needed to be done. Once back in his room, he pulled out a pen and parchment.
My Dearest Sister,
Please forgive my neglect of you. I have been so thoroughly occupied of late, and have so very much to tell you. Foremost, that I send you my love and sincerest well wishes for you in my absence. All is well here, I have been meeting with Mr. Westridge regarding the estate. He has been kind enough to assist in clarifying the terms of the paperwork so we have nearly concluded our business; however, I must confess that, while I do miss you, I am not eager to return home just yet.
I have had the absolute pleasure of meeting a most outstanding lady. Her name is Josephine. She is here in town with her mother. With her mother’s permission, I escorted her to dinner. She is such a remarkable woman. She gazes fondly at the stars as if they were her dearest friends. I showed her the constellations of Perseus and Andromeda, telling her their tale. Dear sister, I would slay every beast in the world just to stand in her presence.
She adores reading the poets and makes spirited defenses and criticisms of every page she consumes. She listens tirelessly to my myriad mechanical ramblings and discusses my ideas with a curious and open mind. Never has a woman taken such an intellectual interest in my work. I must admit that while her face caught my attention, it was her mind that has kept my interest.
Oh, how I wish you were here to help guide me through this. The very sight of her makes my heart flutter. This strange feeling is beyond my comprehension, yet I do not wish for it to dissipate. What must I do, dear sister? Please, I beg for your guidance in this matter.
Your loving brother,
Thomas
Sealing the letter, he called upon the front desk to have the letter delivered to his sister, eager for a response as he was eager for his sister’s council. They ensured him that short of unexpected, disastrous weather, they would have the letter delivered post haste.
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While a cold cloth to her forehead helped alleviate her headache, Josephine suffered another night of unrest. Rather than toss and turn, she quietly took out her diary to write, always addressing her entries to her father as it helped her feel close to him even though she never had the opportunity to meet him as he passed shortly after she was born.
Dear Father,
I must tell you of the noble gentleman who came to my rescue yesterday. His name is Sir Thomas Sharpe. I felt faint and began to stumble, but he saved me before I could be injured. Dearest father, he is an angel, both in action and countenance. When our eyes met, I knew in that instant he was my soulmate.
I know you never truly believed in soulmates and love at first sight, but I felt whole for the first time in my life. I thought for so long that the missing piece of my soul occurred when you passed. I realize now that the missing piece was him. The cracks running deep to my core now feel as if they are mending each time we meet.
Father, I know you would approve of him. We share similar interests. He loves to read, star gaze, dance, and invent. Yes! He’s an inventor! His mind creates these extraordinary ideas for machines. His latest idea is for one that would make the harvesting of clay easier and more efficient with less likelihood for injury to the workers. I find myself completely fascinated when he spoke of it
My first hesitation is mother. I do not wish for her to feel abandoned. She seemed amenable to come with me to Thomas’ estate, should he propose. I have only known him for two days, but I would marry him at this very moment should he ask. I do not care if he has money or not. If he does not have an estate then the ground where we lay would become our home and the stars our blanket.
My second hesitation is my health. I have not yet told him of my ailments and am afraid to do so. My fears tell me he will reject me, not wanting an ill spouse, but my soul tells me he will not care.
I know not else how to describe this feeling, but I cannot deny it. Mother reminds me that a lady does not openly express her feelings to a gentleman. I wish you could meet him, see him as I do, but I know you watch over me.
I also fear that I have created this imaginary scene in my mind, that my heart has overruled my mind to the point where I live in fantasy.
I beg of you for your help, courage, and wisdom to know what to do. I miss you so much.
Your loving daughter,
Josephine
Putting her journal away, she climbed back into bed. It was another hour before she was finally able to sleep.
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The following morning, Thomas readied himself, going by the florist first. Looking for the perfect flowers, he looked for ones that might be worthy of her presence. Once he found them, he paid the proprietor and left swiftly to her hotel and waited for her patiently in the lobby.
Josephine was lost in a fitful slumber, but her mother was awake and ready, knowing Sir Thomas would be arriving shortly. Descending the stairs, she saw him holding the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen.
“Good morning Ms. Morrow! How are you this fine morning?” The joy in his face was evident to any who saw him.
“Good morning, Lord Sharpe! I am well, but I’m afraid Josephine is still resting. Her rest was very troubling last night, which is to be expected.”
“I am so sorry to hear that, but I do hope she is well. Do you know when she might awaken?” He was very eager to see her.
“I could not say, but I do not wish to disturb her as her health has been poor, especially as of late. I will ensure she receives these.”
When she put her hands forward, he hesitated. “I would be happy to wait until she is awake as I would live to give these to her myself. I must confess. I am eager to see her again.” He wanted to see her so much, even if for a moment.
“I cannot say when she may awaken and feel well enough for a visitor, but I assure you I will take these directly upstairs.” Reluctantly, he handed her the bouquet.
“I thank you for doing so. If there is anything I might do to aid in her recovery, please do let me know. I am very……..fond of her.” He could not help but blush.
“You are too kind, Lord Sharpe. We are fond of you as well.” He smiled at her response.
“Please do not hesitate to call upon me should there be anything I can do to assist in her recovery.”
He waited until Ms. Morrow disappeared up the stairs and out of view before taking his leave.
As her mother returned, she found her daughter to be awake and brushing her hair. Turning at the sound of the door, she saw the flowers her mother held. “Those are the loveliest flowers I have ever seen! Where did you find them?”
Her mother walked over to the vase in their room, discarding the old flowers and placing the new ones in there with some water. “A handsome gentleman gave them to me. They are pleasing, are they not?”
“They truly are, and you deserve them. You have been so kind and helpful with my health. It’s the least you deserve. I do hope he calls upon you again.” Josephine turned around and continued to brush her hair. She was feeling exceptionally unwell this morning but did not want to alarm her mother, keeping her thoughts to herself.
As her mother went to place the flowers in a vase with some water, she removed the ribbon from the stems, placing it aside as a keepsake. “I communicated your increasingly poor health to the hospital. They recommended bed rest and valerian tea until your next appointment in 3 days.”
Disappointed, she returned to her bed, already plotting her escape. She could not stand to be cooped up, preferring the fresh air and sunshine, or the stars at night. In the meantime, she placed her head on the pillow, knowing she could use some more rest.
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That was two days ago. Thomas paced back and forth around his rooms wondering what to do, how he could capture even a glimpse of her. Perhaps he could return back to her hotel in the evening with more flowers? Or would more flowers be too much? Maybe a new pair of gloves?
Then it occurred to him. He knew exactly what she would like, departing for the desired object he had seen just the other day. When he exited his hotel, he looked around to realize it was later than he thought, not having realized he had been pacing around his room for hours.
Holding himself back from running, he reminded himself of social protocol, trying to keep an acceptable pace as there was no emergency. Upon arriving at his desired location, he spoke with the shopkeeper, describing the item he was looking for. The shopkeeper knew exactly what he was describing. “Would you like me to wrap it for you sir?”
Thomas smiled. “I would be most grateful. I am very grateful for your help.” Pausing for a moment, he had another idea. “Might you have a piece of parchment and ink I might use?”
The shopkeeper smiled and retrieved the requested items. “This must be for someone very special.” Thomas smiled back at him. “Yes, for someone very dear and precious.” It took him a few moments, but the words finally came to him.
My Dearest Josephine,
Words fail me to accurately portray the bewildering spell you have cast upon me with your beauty and intellect. I hope this may help convey what I am unable to express. For I am unable to retain a singular thought when simply near you. I yearn to see you. To simply breathe the same air as you is a privilege that not even God himself is worthy.
I pray you can accept this humble token from an unworthy man such as myself.
Yours Always,
Thomas
Gently folding the note, he placed it inside before the shopkeeper who then safely wrapped the item, securing it with twine. Holding it carefully, he departed.
As he neared her hotel, he noticed a woman become unsteady, falling to the ground and hurriedly made his way to assist her.
“Madam, are you alrigh………Josephine?” Her face was contorted in pain. “What is wrong? What can I do?” She could hear his voice off in the distance; however, she was more focused on her prevailing issue as her extremities continued to tremble. Lifting her bridal style, he started towards the hospital.
She turned to look at him. “Thomas?” She sounded weak. “Dear Josephine! Do not worry. I will get you to the hospital posthaste.”
She placed a hand on one of his lapels. “Please no, not the hospital.”
“But you are unwell. You must see a doctor! If nothing else, I should take you back to your hotel to rest. You cannot be out here in your state.”
“I beg you. Please do not take me back, at least not yet. Can we delay a little? Perhaps sit on a bench at the park? I yearn for fresh air and sunshine.”
He could not deny her request, heading for the park nearby as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Gently placing her on the bench, he sat next to her. She held onto his arm. To provide her better support, he wrapped an arm around her, finding her leaning into him. They stayed like that for sometime, receiving odd looks from passersby. Finally, Thomas broke their peaceful quiet.
“Darling Josephine. If I might implore, what is ailing you?”
This was it. She was about to be confronted with her fear of his rejection of her due to her health. “I’m afraid, Thomas.” she turned her face up to look at him.
“What are you afraid of, my dear?”
there was nothing she could do to hide or deny it any longer. “I have been unwell for sometime. Mother thought it best to come to London to see if the doctors might know what is affecting my health. No one has been able to uncover the cause. They’re only able to treat the symptoms.”
Thomas listened attentively as she looked away and continued.
“The doctors here have hope for a diagnosis and solution. In the meantime, mother has been administering medicine to help me, but I fear it might not be working well enough.”
“Why have you not told me of this before?” His worry increased, not wanting her to suffer.
“I’m afraid you might not want to see me anymore. No one wants to be saddled with an ill person.”
Placing his finger under her chin, he guided her face back towards his. “My dearest darling Josephine. Nothing could change how I feel about you.”
She blushed and attempted to bury her face in his chest, but he would not allow her to do so. “If God himself told me I had to choose between you and the heavens, I would dwell happy as a dead man in hellfire for having known you.”
She could not help a tear or two from falling. “Please, Thomas, do not take pity on me. I could not bear it.”
Using the back of his finger, he wiped them away. “Please do not cry. I am not worthy of your tears.”
He brushed some falling hair out of her face, and she leaned her face into his palm as he did so, yearning to stay close to him. A gust of cold wind fell upon them, and she began to shiver. Against society propriety, he removed his coat and placed it around her to help keep her warm. She confided in him her desire to be a dancer. “I’ve always wanted to dance, but my health never allowed it.”
“One day, you will dance. We will dance, even if I have to sweep you off your feet and hold you while I carry you around the dance floor. Come, love. We must get you back to your hotel for some rest.” She agreed but found she was still unable to walk. The tremors were affecting her more and more as time moved on. Seeing her distress, he picked her up bridal style once again and moved towards her hotel. As he carried her, she found herself warming between his coat and their close proximity, allowing his calming scent to envelop her.
They arrived at her hotel moments later, finding her mother running frantically down the stairs. “Where have you been? Are you alright?”
Josephine nodded, looking up at Thomas. “I needed some air and fell, but Thomas rescued me.”
“We need to get you back to bed.” Thomas began towards the stairs but was stopped by her mother. “It is not appropriate for you to be in her room. I can help her back to our rooms.”
He looked back at Josephine, not wanting to leave her in such a state, but Josephine knew once again that her mother was right. He placed her down gently, her mother moving to help support her.
“Thank you again for rescuing me, Thomas.” She gave him a weak smile, her energy still draining and began to remove and return his coat, but he stopped her.
“No, my dear Josephine. Please use it to keep yourself warm. I can come back and retrieve it tomorrow or the day after when you are feeling better.”
He leaned forward to wrap his coat back around her, using the moment to whisper so that only she could hear. “There is something in the pocket for you.”
She looked at him and smiled once more. “Thank you again, Sir Thomas. You have been most kind.”
He stayed and observed to help ensure her and her mother had no problems ascending the stairs, not leaving until well after they were out of sight.
Arriving back at his hotel, he found there was a letter and small package awaiting him. Seeing his sister’s hand writing, he swiftly took the items to his room, eager to read her response.
Darling Brother,
I am beyond delighted to receive your letter. What you describe in your letter is nothing short of love. I have been worried for so long to find someone worthy of your time and attention, to be a partner, a friend, and a confidante.
She sounds to be the most exquisite creature. It warms my heart with how you talk of her. I have never heard you speak of anyone in such a manner, not even your childhood love, Angelica.
From what you’ve told me of her, it appears she feels the same as you. The only guidance I can give you is this. Your heart already knows what to do and will not lead you astray. All you need now is to listen to it.
I have enclosed mother’s ring. While it is ghastly, use it to purchase a ring for my future sister. Go, dear brother, and ask her to be your Andromeda.
Your loving sister,
Lucille
He knew she was right, always providing the truest insight and finest guidance. In all the times he thought he was falling in love, none compared to his affection for Josephine.
Opening the small package, he found their mother’s ring encased in an intricately carved jewelry box. While the box was beautiful, he agreed with his sister that the ring was frightful. Gazing at the ring, he pondered where to go. Placing the ring on the desk, he decided to begin his search for the perfect ring the next day. All night, his mind stirred with ideas of how to ask his dear Josephine to be his Andromeda once a worthy ring was found..
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Back at her hotel, Josephine placed Thomas’ coat over the back of her chair and bided her time to check the inner pocket until her mother had fallen asleep. As she climbed into bed, her mother brought her nightly remedy. Not wanting to anger her mother, she gripped the bedsheet tightly as the needle was administered in her other arm.
As the needle and bottle were put away, Josephine noticed the flowers again by her mother’s bedside. Whomever sent those must truly be enamored, and it delighted her heart, giving her hope that her mother would finally find someone.
She gently turned over to see her mother gazing at the flowers once more. “Mother? I am so sorry to have worried you like that. It was not my intention to cause any harm.”
Looking back to her daughter, the smile on her face dropped as she prepared the valerian tea. “You know, daughter. I only wish the best for you. The instructions from the doctors are only for your betterment.”
Although crestfallen, she knew her mother was right, as always. “I’m just so tired of doctors and hospitals.”
“I know you are, my daughter. I wish I could make it all go away, but they are necessary. The physicians here seem to have better ideas on how to help you, and we must let them do it.”
She knew there was nothing else to say. Taking the tea from her mother, she drank it without complaint, falling asleep soon after.
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Waking up to the sound of song birds, Thomas yearned to see his beloved. Taking the time to bathe and dress, he decided to surprise her at her hotel and take her to breakfast. Taking the ring, he placed it in his breast pocket.
Swiftly arriving at her hotel, he inquired with the desk clerk if she was awake. Having one of the staff check, it was only moments before Ms. Morrow arrived downstairs.
“Sir Thomas! How delightful to see you this morning.”
“Ms. Morrow, it is a pleasure to see you. I was hoping to take your daughter to breakfast? If it’s already with you, that is.”
“I’m so sorry, Sir Thomas. She is still slumbering and will not be awake for a while, but I would be delighted to join you. This would be an opportune time to get to know one another. I feel that we may be spending more time together in the near future.”
He smiled, trying to hide his disappointment in not seeing his darling. “That would be most wonderful, Ms. Morrow, and a most excellent idea.”
Taking his arm, she led him out of the hotel. “Please, call me Victoria. I insist.” They arrived at a restaurant just minutes later, being seated without hesitation. They discussed hobbies and interests. He asked questions about Josephine’s upbringing, wanting to know her better.
“To be honest, she was never a well child. Her father passed when she was an infant, and I took the burden of being mother, father, and nursemaid.” She proceeded to tell him how her daughter’s health has been poor since she was little and has steadily declined over the years. “I’ve had to play nursemaid by myself.”
They chatted away a while longer before Thomas escorted her back to her hotel, taking his leave in search of a prize.
Going from store to store, he felt more and more despondent. The staff at each store tried to be helpful, but nothing was good enough for his dear Josephine. Before returning to his rooms for the evening, he tried one last store: Hatton Garden. The gentleman behind the counter introduced himself as Harold. Harold was not much to look at, a short balding man in his fifties, but he had an immense talent for helping people find the perfect piece. He showed him his mother’s ring, hoping he could sell it to purchase a ring fit for a goddess.
“Tell me about your fair lady.” This was his trick, to use how the person felt about their beloved and match it to a ring.
“She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld. Her eyes are blue like the ocean and sparkle like the finest stars in the sky. She loves poetry and astronomy. She is like no other I have ever met before. I want to find something unique and individual that will compliment her beauty and show that she is nothing short of a queen among peasants.”
Harold smiled. Never before had he heard such an elegant description of a fine young lady, and he knew exactly the ring for her. Retrieving it, he placed it delicately on the counter.
This was the ring. THE ring he had been searching for. The smile on his face told Harold he had chosen wisely.
“May I see the one you brought in?” Thomas placed his mother’s old ring on the counter. “Unfortunately this is all I have, but I cannot give her a ring that does not befit her beauty.” Harold picked it up to inspect it. Taking out his jeweler eyepiece, he looked closely at the stone and inspected the silver holding the gem.
“I hope you do not find me impertinent, but this setting does not do justice for such a fine ruby stone.” He looked at it further before placing it back on the counter.
“Not at all. To be honest, I find the ring itself ghastly, but I know it must be worth something.”
While the setting itself was considered junk these days (it was made mostly of cheap aluminum), the stone was worth something; however, the value fell short on the cost of Thomas’ chosen ring. There was something about him he only rarely saw in others who came to him for help and came to a decision. This young lady described sounded not only enchanting but also one of the only women worthy of a ring like this. While the gentleman in front of him would not be able to pay the actual cost of the ring, he wanted to help him.
“I do believe we can come to an agreeable arrangement.” Harold described the value of the stone in the ring brought to him. While he could not use the current setting, he could have a new setting created that would be more appealing and appropriate for the stone. “You came on a most auspicious day, my boy. For today is the only day this particular ring is on a special sale.” He told Thomas that with the sale price of the ring, it would match the amount he would pay for the ring Thomas brought in. “In fact, I would be most glad to exchange the ring you brought to me for this one. It is most fortunate you arrived this evening.”
Thomas was elated, finally having found the perfect ring for his (hopefully) future wife. Harold included a ring box befitting such a ring. To avoid theft, he placed the ring box in his breast pocket where the previous one resided.
“I cannot thank you enough, sir. You have been a tremendous help!” Harold gave him well wishes as he departed.
It was late in the day, perhaps too late to call upon his dear Josephine. Regardless, he walked to her hotel, stopping in front and peering up to what he believed to be her window. He had to stop himself from running inside, up the stairs, and to her room. He didn’t care that her health was poor and would take any time God would grant him, be it years, months, days, or even minutes and would love and take care of her.
Before the constable could be called, Thomas went back to his own hotel and spent hours working on his proposal.
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The following morning, he was ready. Placing the ring box in his jacket pocket, Tom went to the florist first. He wanted to have the perfect flowers to give her as he proposed. The florist was kind and helped pick the right flowers that would show love and affection and created a one of a kind bouquet of peonies and roses.
“Any girl who would turn you down after giving these flowers is not a girl worth having,” the florist told him.
“She’s worth much, much more than these, but I think she’ll find them adequate.” His smile was big and bright, lighting up the shop. It wasn’t hard to see how hard he had fallen for Josephine. Anyone who looked at him knew he was a man in love.
Now armed with the beautiful bouquet, he made his way to her hotel.
Once arrived, he asked for her at the front desk. “Might Miss Josephine Morrow be available? I do not wish to disturb…….”
He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the grim look on the concierge’s face. “Normally, I would not share such private information, but I have seen you and her together. She’d want you to know.”
The smile on his face dropped, his heart racing with fear, the flowers dropping to the floor. “Know what?”
The concierge took a moment to compose himself. “It was very late last night, her mother came running, asking for help to get her daughter to the hospital. I was able to find someone to take her to hospital, but when I saw her? To say she looked poorly would not do it justice.”
Before the gentleman could finish, Thomas was out the door and running to the hospital. He had to see her for himself. If she was that ill, he wanted nothing more than to be by her side. He’d never run so fast before, but it also seemed to take forever to get there. The nurse at the desk confirmed she was there and took him to her room. When he entered, she looked deathly pale. Tremors were happening at random intervals, and it was obvious she was having breathing issues.
“Her mother stepped out a few minutes ago. We urged her to get some rest. You must have just missed her.”
“What is wrong with her? Will she be alright?” She had to be alright. He refused any other outcome.
“Honestly, we don’t know. We cannot figure out the source of her ailment. If we had some idea, we might be able to do something, but I fear it may be too late.”
He was now sitting at her bedside, holding her hand. “She told me her mother had been administering medicine. Has that not helped?”
The nurse looked puzzled. “What medicine? The doctor has been very hesitant to prescribe her anything except to help her rest. If we knew what she was being given…..”
He was out the door before she could finish, knowing he needed to find the medicine her mother was administering. Why had her mother not told them? Would it not benefit to give the doctors all of the information in order to help her daughter?
Arriving back at the hotel, he told the concierge to call the police as he ran up the stairs to her rooms. Rather than knocking, he barged right in. The room was unoccupied. There were no thoughts as to where her mother might be, but he began searching every bag he could find. As he neared the desk Josephine regularly used, her mother entered the room. “I beg your pardon. What do you think you’re doing here? Why are you going through our personal things?”
“Where is it?” he demanded.
“Where is what?” She retorted.
“The medicine you’ve been administering to her? ” He continued to shuffle through papers.
“I have no idea what you are referring to, sir. I demand you leave at once!”
He turned to look at her, fury evident in his eyes. “Your daughter told me you’d been administering medication. The hospital has no record of it. Where is it? What have you been giving her?”
Ms. Morrow was frozen in place, speechless. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied the flowers he’d given Ms. Morrow to give her daughter on his behalf. They were not on Josephine’s bedside table. Rather, they were by Ms. Morrow’s. Why were they there?
He moved swiftly to the flowers. “Why are these here? They were for Josephine!” He started searching through the drawer of the nightstand, finding the items he was looking for. He pulled out the needle and a bottle of silver liquid. “What is this? What in heaven’s name have you been giving her?”
“I’m her mother! I take care of her. You have no right to question me. I demand you leave at once!” They were both flustered. Thomas examined the bottle of silver liquid, looking for any sign of a label. It wasn’t until he turned it upside down that he found a partial label that said “....cury”.
“You’ve been injecting her with mercury? Why would you do such a thing?” Ms. Morrow launched herself at him, trying to get the bottle back. He held it above her head to which she responded by slapping him several times. Before she could get in the next blow, police blew in through the door.
He directed the police to arrest her. “She’s been poisoning her daughter. I must get this vial and the needles to the hospital before it’s too late.” While two officers arrested Ms. Morrow, another officer gave him a ride to the hospital. Thomas hoped it wasn’t too late. He couldn’t bear to live without her.
Rushing to her room, he found the doctor there examining his Josephine. “This is what her mother has been administering.” He handed the bottle over to the doctor who examined it, and then sat by Josephine, holding her hand and kissed the back of it.
The doctor turned to his patient. “Is this true, Ms. Josephine?” She let out a breathy ‘yes’, unable to speak much more than that. Even in the short time he’d been at her hotel, she continued to deteriorate.
It didn’t take the doctor more than a moment to recognize the contents: mercury. Now having the missing piece of the puzzle, the doctor turned them. “This explains your symptoms, but I’m afraid they’ve progressed too far.”
“What do you mean, too far?” Thomas was angry.
“If we had known much sooner, the effects could be reversed, but at this point, there’s nothing we can do. She’s not much longer for this world, I’m afraid.”
The tears poured out of him. He gazed into his darling’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so, so sorry.”
She gathered what strength she had left, placing her palm on his face. “It is alright, darling.”
“How is it alright?”
“You’ve given me the greatest gift I’ve ever wanted. You showed me what it is to love and be loved.”
He held her other hand with both of his, tears continuing to fall. “We haven’t had enough time. We need more time!”
“Do not worry, darling. I will always be with you.”
At that moment, he remembered his original intention that morning, and pulled a small box out of his jacket pocket. She may not be long for this world, but he wanted every moment he could get.
“Dearest Josephine, I love you more than life itself. I do not care if it is only for a few minutes or a few days. Would you please do me the honor of being my wife?” He opened the box to show her the ring.
She smiled and nodded. “Yes,” she said with as much enthusiasm as she could gather. He removed the ring from the box and placed it on her finger. What he had not noticed when he purchased the ring was that the jeweler had placed a matching silver ring under the cushion, a ring for him; however, it fell out of the box, creating a clunking sound as it hit the floor. He picked it up before turning to the doctor. “Is there a parson here? I wish to marry my fiance as swiftly as possible.”
The doctor sent the nurse to find the vicar who had been visiting other patients and brought him to Josephine’s bedside. Thomas expressed his wishes, and Josephine confirmed. Both her engagement ring and the groom’s ring were placed on the open bible held by the vicar.
While they did not have a license, the vicar did not care. He quickly understood the situation and gave them a brief ceremony, marrying them in the eyes of God. At this point, no one in the room cared about the legalities. Within moments, they were married, the rings placed on their respective fingers.
From that moment on, they were not parted. He refused to leave her side for anything, standing vigil day and night, wanting to spend every possible moment with her that she had left. The only thing she asked of him was to hold her. He and the nurse moved her carefully so that he could join her in bed. Giving her a sweet kiss, he held her for the next few hours as she continued to deteriorate.
The doctor came to check on her that night. When he came back the next morning, he let Thomas know that she did not have much longer. He continued to hold her, forgetting all else. In her last moments, she looked at him. “Thomas….”
“Yes, my love?”
“I…..” She had to regain her breath for a moment. He waited patiently for her to continue. “I will always love you.”
He dared to hold her closer. “And I will always love you, in this life and the next.”
“And the next,” she repeated. “I love you.” And with those three words, she took her last breath.
The funeral was small but nice. His sister did not have enough time to be there for her brother at the funeral, but she arrived that night in order to help him pack. At his request, the concierge and staff helped to pack up her belongings so that Thomas may bring them back to Allerdale Hall. While he could no longer bring his wife, he could have some part of her there with him.
As it got deep into winter, Lucille found him up in his attic more and more to the point where he refused to leave. He had his favorite gown of Josephine’s on a mannequin in his workshop so she could watch him work. He’d explain to the mannequin what he was doing and how he was doing it, as if she were truly there with him. The most he would allow from Lucille was a blanket for warmth and the occasional tea.
He’d not been home for a month when he caught a cold. Lucille tried to urge him to take the medicinal tea and treatments to help him recover, but he had lost his will to do anything. Melancholia and grief had such a tight hold on him that he could think of nothing else but his wife and his desire to be with her again.
Lucille returned about 20 minutes later with the medicinal tea and the determination to force her brother to take it and get better. Arriving in the attic, she found he had passed, holding on to Josephine’s dress.
Knowing what he would want, she had his body brought to London and had him buried next to his wife. As there was no proper headstone for Josephine, Lucille had a double headstone fashioned for her brother and his wife, finding it the very least she could do for her dearest brother.
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Hey everybody. So, um, some of you may be wondering where I went for about an hour, and why everything I ever posted is gone.
Here's the thing. I wanted to use "megthemewlingquim" as my primary blog, for asks and replies and such. I apologize for the confusion and (maybe) outright sadness that I have caused you by deleting everything.
But, this means a fresh start for my blog! Come on in, I don't bite!
I write for Loki, Bucky, Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive), and Sir Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak).
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corsets and courtships [thomas sharpe x reader smut]
summary | inspired by corsets and courtships / your father's business partner comes to your home in hopes of discussing the future, and you both get more than you bargained for.
pairing | sir thomas sharpe (crimson peak, 2015) x fem!reader (y/n)
word count | 3.1k
warnings | SMUT (MDNI), fingering, no stated use of contraception, not a lot here tbh
author’s note | yeah so.... this audio has lived in my brain for a WHILE and my recent rewatch of crimson peak only made it.... harder to ignore. thanks to @tomhiddlestonsoundalike for making these (even if he's stopped posting *sob*), and enjoy!
“Oh! Sir Thomas!"
When you answered the door, you hadn’t expected to see the baronet. He stood there in his noble glory, his dark jacket’s shoulders damp, his black curls undone with rainwater. “My lady,” he greeted you in his charming British timbre, his light eyes gazing expectantly past you into the house. “What a lovely sight you are. Is your father home?”
“No,” you replied, tugging your house dress a bit tighter around your body. “He went to dinner a few hours ago. Is the matter urgent? Might I phone him?” You started to step back into the house, but Thomas’s quick exclamation stopped you.
“No, no,” Thomas said quickly. “I actually intended to speak to you privately. May I?” He looked past you into the house, and you suddenly became hyper-aware of the cold rain that the baronet was drenched in.
“Oh, goodness, yes,” you said quickly, stepping aside to let him in from the rain. Lately, London had known nothing but the cold and the rain and, being from America, you weren’t used to it in the slightest. You suspected that Thomas was used to it, but, still, being accustomed to something did not make it any less of a bother. “Sir Thomas, did you walk all the way here?”
“I did,” Thomas replied. You helped him out of the soaked overcoat and hurried to set it in front of the fire, and your hands shook as you did so. Why was Sir Thomas Sharpe darkening your doorstep at this time of day? The sun had already gone down, and you were preparing for bed. Thomas had to know how inappropriate it was. “But no worries. I was perfectly alright.”
“Oh, good,” you said quickly. You knew that your current state, just your chemise and corset and velvet dressing gown, were unsightly for you to be seen in, especially by one of your father’s business associates, and you nervously clasped your hands behind your back; you hoped that Sir Thomas either didn’t notice your current state of undress, or that he didn’t mind.
“To begin, I suppose,” Thomas began, carefully sitting on the settee sofa in front of the fire. He wore a beautiful dark suit underneath his teal overcoat, a perfect compliment to his pitch-colored hair and thin visage. His eyes, though, were the showstoppers-- a lovely and icy blue. Thomas was so wonderful and such a great friend to you, despite only meeting you because of his work with your father, but it wasn’t usual for him to turn up unannounced; only unusual because of this time of day. “I… I must congratulate you on your engagement.”
“Oh, yes,” you laughed softly, but your face burned. “My dear Mr. Burke. Yes, it was only a matter of time, I guess. Especially when it was so urged by Father.”
“May I ask how you met?” Thomas asked curiously. Thomas had always been a curious man, and perhaps it was presently for the worst, but you admired it. Truthfully, a small piece of your heart wishes that you were announcing your engagement to Sir Thomas Sharpe instead, but your heart could heal; it would have to. You had no choice but to accept it, and to mourn what could have been.
You tilted your head as you tried to conjure up the memory of you and your fiancé’s first meeting. “Well, we officially met when I was young,” you started slowly. “I was around ten, perhaps. Burke had just begun to work for Father, and I met him under those pretenses. But it was once I became of age that he began to properly court me, and…” You shrugged and let your hands clap at your thighs, and the sound was dampened by your dressing gown. “Here we are, I suppose.”
“Indeed, here we are,” Thomas sighed. “Are you… Are you happy with him?”
You scoffed at his boldness. “What a question to ask, sir,” you breathed. Anxiety filled you from head to toe, and you began to pace around the parlor. Your father wasn’t due home any for a while, but the consideration that he might return and catch you speaking ill of Mr. Burke churned your stomach. You and Thomas had been close for a long time, though, and you sincerely trusted him with the truth. “But… I don’t know how to feel. I don’t think I truly know Mr. Burke well enough to have a great deal of thoughts about him, let alone know whether or not I’m happy with him.”
The air in the parlor was heavy now, and you picked at your thumbnail, as you often did in uncomfortable situations. “It’s so cold out,” you mumbled, hoping to ease Thomas off of the subject. “Would you like some tea, Thomas?”
Thomas lifted his eyes from the fire. “No,” he said. “Thank you, darling. I fear my stomach does not have the temperament for it at the moment.” After a pregnant pause, Thomas took in a deep breath, and he said, “I lied. I did not come to congratulate you.”
“You didn’t?” You repeated. “Well, then, what did you come for?”
Thomas dropped his eyes from yours, but he took a hesitant step closer. “Madam, I have a confession,” he started. “For some time now, I have admired you, albeit from a distance. When I come to your home in order to discuss business with your father, I always looked forward to when you would deliver us tea. Those small encounters made meetings bearable. I understand that your marriage is set to make your father a wealthy man, and I have little to offer in those terms, but I need to tell you before it's too late.”
“Thomas,” you said quickly, taking a step towards him. “You don’t need to do this. I will be content with Burke—”
“Will you, though?” Thomas pressed, his eyebrows furrowing with doubt. “I can give you things that Burke can’t, things that you so dearly need. Someone as spirited and curious as you surely cannot be forced into a marriage with someone like him! You have so much life, darling! You are so full of passion! It pains me to see you resign yourself to a life with a man like that.”
“Would you rather I defy my father, then?” you asked. “This is past me now, Thomas, I cannot undo this.”
“Do you honestly plan to marry Burke?” Thomas asked. His pale face was now flushed with a tepid anger, his eyes alight in a way that you had never seen before. It was anger, it was passion; it was love. “Do not lie to me, my darling. Do you see yourself loving him, making a home for him, having his children?”
“I do not have a choice, Thomas,” you huffed. “And neither do you. I am promised to Mr. Burke, and I will make good on my promise, as I have been taught to do.”
Thomas sighed and rubbed at his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut. “I will heed your protests, as you wish,” he mumbled. “But, please, hear my words. I love you. I long for you. I ache for you. I burn for you. I dream of you when I sleep and I think of you when I wake. Even my sister has noticed my devotion, and she is often blind to these things. This has gone beyond a love for your mind and your words. This is a love of the soul; the essence of me is bewitched by you. Please. Tell me you don’t share my affections.”
Your face had grown hot by the time he sighed in conclusion, and you pressed your hand to your chest to try to cover the flush. You were stuck. You had loved Thomas from the moment you met him, but you always knew yourself to be promised to Mr. Burke. You hadn’t let yourself explore the depths of your love for the baronet, but the warmth in your stomach alerted you to exactly what you felt. “Thomas, I…” you started. “I—”
“Your breathing,” Thomas started and he stepped close to you, close enough for you to smell the scent of his skin. His hand, larger than your own and soft to the touch, grasped you by your waist and drew you flush against his body, and his eyes locked on yours. “So rapid, so sharp. What do you wish to tell me?”
“I…” you began. You struggled for the words, but Thomas’s biting of his bottom lip helped you find them. “I feel as if my passions are entwined with yours, sir.”
“As our bodies will soon be, I imagine,” Thomas whispered. “The longer I look at you and have you in my arms… I can scarcely contain my desire. I must have you.”
You had never been held in such a tender embrace. No kiss had ever met your lips, but you found yourself pulling Thomas in by his tie and brushing your lips to his. The heat that blossomed in your chest had made its way to your belly in an unfamiliar striking of what you knew to be desire, and the small growl that left Thomas’s throat told you that he felt the same way.
Quickly, you fell to the settee, and Thomas made quick work of removing your blouse. He kissed your neck, giving you the softest affections that he could, and he gave a soft hum at the sight of your corset. It wasn’t a nice one, a simple white, but Thomas drank in the sight of it all the same. “So exquisite,” he whispered, his fingers trailing up the tough boning to brush against the warm skin of your breasts. “How I long to take my time with it, but we both know that your father could return at any moment.”
“Thomas—“ you began, your voice a whine that was unusual for you, but Thomas quieted you with a kiss.
“Think of the scandal if we’re caught,” he whispered into your mouth, his breath hot on your lips. “Forgive me, my love, but this will have to do.” With deft hands, he tugged your corset downward, exposing your breasts to him and the cold air, and his hand instantly captured one. “What perfection you are, dearest. You deserve to be worshipped like the goddess you are. You don’t think Mr. Burke would treat you in such a way, do you?” He placed a gentle kiss on your collarbone, then began to settle a series of kisses to the valley between your breasts.
“He never has,” you whispered.
Thomas pulled himself out from between your breasts, confusion etching his face. “Have you laid with Mr. Burke?” he asked.
“Not properly,” you explained. “Just… Little things.”
“Like what?” Thomas asked. “Tell me, my love.”
A whole different sort of heat invaded your body now. Instincts told you to cover yourself and to shy away from Thomas, but his warm touch made you seek him out and grasp his strong arms instead. “It has all been for him, you must understand,” you began quickly. “I never gave myself to him, because…”
“Because why?” Thomas asked. “What was the reason?”
You bit your lip hard enough to taste blood. “I always wanted it to be you,” you admitted in a whisper. “I could never let Mr. Burke have my most precious gift.”
Thomas’s features softened, and he let out a heavy breath. “You’re a virgin,” he said; not a question, but a statement. “And you’re willing to let me have the honor?”
“Thomas, please, I want it to be you,” you told him. You pushed your fingers into his hair and pulled him down to kiss you, and your body quivered beneath him when his tongue pushed into your mouth, so passionate and dominating and hungry, but still so loving. His curls brushed your forehead, and your back arched up into his chest, pressing your breasts into him. “Oh, my flower,” Thomas purred. “I will help you blossom.”
His hands left your body, instead going underneath your skirts to take your legs in his grasp. His hands were cold and they sent a shiver down your spine, and he slid them up to your thighs. Goose-skin invaded every inch of you as it was exposed to the air, and, once his hands had met the inner skin of your thighs, he drew them tight around his waist. His mouth went back to your breasts and his lips latched onto your nipple, now hard and raised by arousal, and you bit your cheek to keep in your moan. “Let me hear you, my flower,” Thomas whispered. He rolled his hips into you and, without your skirts in the way, he found himself pressed right against your wet heat. “I have long dreamt of the noises you would make.”
“Thomas,” you whimpered. Your bodies naturally found a rhythm with each other, and you grew to burn for the little huffs he gave into your breasts. He bit at them, leaving small red spots in his wake. You knew that your hair was being matted against the pillow below your head and that explaining it away would take some effort, but the sudden foreign feel of his fingers against your slit made every other thought flee from your head. “Thomas! What—“
Sir Thomas Sharpe shushed you gently. He dragged his long finger down your slit and collected the wetness that dripped out of you, and he whispered, “This is what you’ve been longing for, hasn’t it? Someone to love you, take care of you? My dearest flower, I can do that for you, and more.”
You shivered when he slowly pushed his fingers into you, and you tugged at his hair as a gasp fell from your mouth. You hadn’t ever felt anything as good as that, and you found yourself muttering, “More. Fuck, Thomas.”
“Oh, such naughty words from such a pretty thing,” Tom chuckled. He was pleased with himself, you could tell. He had every right to be, though; the way that he had you completely undone beneath him was admirable. “Trust in me, my sweet girl. I’ll take care of you forever.”
His fingers coaxed you open, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him. You shuddered and trembled under him, and you moaned like you never thought possible. You had never envisioned yourself to be in such a debauched state, but your hands clambering for his belt solidified your decision. “I can’t marry him,” you told him. “N-Not after you, my love.”
Thomas’s cheeks grew pink, and he gave a laughing breath. “I’m relieved to hear that,” he told you. Carefully, so as to not startle you, he pulled his trousers down just enough to extract his cock, red and weeping. He had a length and thickness that made your heartbeat pound in your ears, and Thomas quickly mumbled, “My sweet girl, you’re shaking so. Is something wrong?”
“I just want you,” you cooed. “I want to be yours, Thomas.”
Thomas smiled, and he placed a kiss on your bottom lip. His hand came up to cup your cheek tenderly, and his thumb stroked your cheekbone as he pushed his cock, hard and burning hot, past your folds into you. The feeling was strange and made you lose your breath, but his reassuring grip on your face and thigh helped you adjust to it. “Oh, my girl,” he groaned. His voice was shaking, his warm words growled possessively. You were his, and he was yours. “Oh, my love. You… You feel better than I ever dreamed.”
You whimpered and flexed your hips to have him deeper, and he kissed your shoulders and neck as he started up a gentle pace. The odd feeling, one almost of pain but not quite, quickly dissolved and was replaced with a striking ecstasy, and desire filled every part of you. If you hadn’t meant it before, you certainly did now; you couldn’t marry Mr. Burke, not knowing that Thomas could and was guaranteed to treat you so much better. Lady Sharpe was a title that seemed rather becoming, now that you considered it.
Your bodies moved together knowingly, giving and taking each other like waves upon a shore. With each passing second, a knot was tightened deep in your belly, and you dug your fingers into Thomas’s back, rumpling up his shirt and jacket. “Are you close?” he asked. His voice, raspy with breath, dripped with intoxicating want, and his hands continued to roam your body. He never seemed satisfied with one place, but you felt the same way. Everything wasn’t enough.
“Yes,” you rasped shakily.
“I can feel it,” Thomas muttered. His breath was hot against your ear, and every pant and hissing breath echoed deep inside your head. “Give in with me,” Thomas told you. His lips finally met yours again, and your hands found final purchase in his hair. “Let us come undone together.”
With that, the knot in your belly splintered and came undone all at once, and a cry ripped itself from your mouth. Your body heaved and quivered under Thomas, and he gave a tight groan as he came. His cum coated your wet heat, painting you as his, inside and out, and the small ring on your finger felt as if it were burning you right up. It needed to come off and, as Thomas’s hips slowly ceased, you wriggled the ring off of your finger. “I’m yours, Thomas,” you whispered in a hushed voice, panting still. Your heart beat wildly in your ears, and you felt like you would never truly recover from his embrace. “All yours.”
“When your father returns,” Thomas began. He slowly pulled his cock from you and did up his trousers, and he whispered as he helped you turn decent once more. “I’ll make clear to him that I intend to court you, and that I will not take no for an answer.”
“You’re quite the worthy man,” you told him. You sat up and touched your skin, just a hint tender from his mouth, and your face went red with the implication that, perhaps, Thomas had left a mark on you. “And an honorable one. The only complication would be—”
“Mr. Burke,” Thomas sighed. “Yes, yes…” He watched the fire for a few moments, his mind working wonders behind his light eyes, and his hand carefully touched yours. “I certainly don’t have his fortune, but I can offer you much more. I-I have an aptitude for business, as your father knows—”
“And for other matters,” you added with a smile, and Thomas’s cheeks turned pink.
“Yes, that too,” he said with a laugh. “But perhaps I should exclude that from my proposal to your father.”
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Can you do MMIH blurb where the reader and Tom try and have alone time but the twins keep interrupting and tom gets frustrated and sends them to Nikki's nd Dom's place so they can have alone time?
Got a couple of requests on this concept so here it is the well deserved date night for them. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.
Match made in Hell (series)
DATE NIGHT
Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, soft passionate, bathtub sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
Running a business was never easy be it the mob or his new real estate business Tom always found paperwork grating. The constant signing of his initials after scrutinizing the legal documents line by line stacked in those manila folders on the table was strenuous. And on top of that when you walked into his office in the middle of the day dressed in that sundress that drove him insane didn’t help much either. He was quick to put all the work aside and pull you in his lap.
With the kids and a business to run you could barely spare some time for each other. So whenever you managed a little alone time you were all over each other like some horny teenagers all desperate and needy. Your dress was bunched up to your waist, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass as you grinded on his growing bulge. Tom’s breath was hot on your neck as he kissed the sweet spot behind your ear that made your knees go weak. You let out a whimper when he slipped a hand between your legs rubbing your clit through your panties feeling your wetness.
“Fuck baby you’re soaked” he grunted hastily undoing his belt and fly. He was about to pull out his throbbing length when you were interrupted by Leah’s sharp voice.
“Mommy! Look, Nate ate my chocolates!”
“No mommy I did not!” Nate retorted as you stopped everything you were doing. Sighing against his mouth you pulled away from Tom.
“Mmmmph don’t go please” he whined, chasing your lips as his grip tightened on your waist in an attempt to keep you close.
“I have to” you kissed his nose and pressed your foreheads together with a smile.
“You know I love them with my life but they are being serious cockblocks lately” he mumbled.
“Don't say like that, they are small and they need me” you snickered.
“What about me? I need you too” he pouted, giving you his best puppy eyes.
“Yeah that is the reason they are here in the first place so now deal with it” you got off his lap standing up and fixing your dress while Tom sat on his chair with a scowl on his face. He knew he was being selfish but you both deserve some alone time together. He can’t remember the last time you cuddled together and poured your hearts out, drifting off to sleep listening to each other's heartbeat. And then suddenly an idea went across his mind.
“By the way, are you going to the diner today?” he asked.
“Yeah, some deliveries will be arriving. I need to check them myself. Why?”
“Try to come home early”
“For what?” you glanced at him questioningly.
“Just be back by six. You’ll get to know” he insisted.
“Ok I’ll try” you left, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
After solving the huge mystery of the stolen chocolates, it turned out that Nate indeed had eaten all of his sister’s chocolates. You made him say sorry to her and then went to your diner. As promised you returned home early and were a little surprised to find the house oddly quieter than normal days.
“Good evening darling. How was your day?” Tom’s voice startled you as he walked in from the backdoor of the mansion. You also noticed how he was dressed differently tonight in a blue turtleneck and trousers, hair gelled back as his rolex glimmered on his wrist.
“It was good but why is it so quiet in here? Where are the kids?” you asked, taking off your overcoat and handing it to Tom who took it from you and hung it on the coat hanger.
“At their grandma's” he informed nonchalantly.
“Thomas Holland, you just did not send our kids to your parents house to have sex with me did you?!” you raise an eyebrow questioningly.
“That’s preposterous! I would never do that!” he gasped dramatically “it had been a long time since they visited their grandparents and mum was missing them too so I dropped them off at my parent’s for tonight” he explained.
“Okay I believe you. So why did you ask me to come home early?”
“Well I thought it has also been a long time we spent time together just the two of us so I arranged a little date night for us” he revealed, smiling with glee.
“Aww that's very sweet of you. So where are we going?” you asked curiously.
“You'll see. Shall we Mrs. Holland?” he held out his hand for you.
“Sure Mr. Holland” you slipped your arm into his with a smile.
Stepping out of the mansion you strolled through the blue stoned walkway hand in hand as he took you to the gazebo built in the middle of your huge lawn. As you neared it your eyes went wide in awe. The gazebo was decorated with fairy lights, a table for two was set with flowers and candles on it and a mix of your favorite songs playing.
“You like it?” he asked softly.
“Oh my god Tom I love it!” you gasped, taking his face between your hands and giving his lips a warm rather long kiss.
“My lady,” Tom pulled out a chair for you.
“Thank you kind sir” you snickered sitting down as Tom took the seat opposite to you. He opens the bottle of wine and pours you both a glass. Raising your glasses in the air for a toast he admires your beautiful face glowing in the soft yellow light emanating from the candles. After you are finished having your dinner which, not to mention was delicious. You reached out your hands, taking his hands in yours gently.
“This was perfect Tom, I really missed spending time with just the two of us” you said, mindlessly tracing his wedding band with your thumb.
“I’m glad you liked Y/N” he gave a warm smile, squeezing your hands lightly.
“Thank you so much Tom for...”
“Ah ah not yet darling” he cuts you off.
“What else did you plan?” you gave him a puzzled look.
“For that we have to go back inside the house”
“I think I already know what the surprise is” you narrowed your gaze, giving him a knowing smirk.
“Oh c’mon you’ll love it I promise” he said with an impish glee.
“We’ll see,” you laughed as you got up from your seats and slowly made your way back into the house and then headed to your room.
“You might wanna change” he whispered into your ears as you felt butterflies in your stomach in anticipation at what he had planned for you “and don’t come in before I say” he added before disappearing inside the bathroom. You unzipped your dress, taking it off as you decided to just put on your satin robe and sat on the edge of the bed wondering what he was doing inside for so long.
“Y/N you can come in now” you heard him call out after sometime. The lights were off as you padded your way inside to have your jaws dropped. Tom had drawn a bubble bath for both of you. The room was lit with your favorite scented candles, the sweet scent looming in the air and rose petals scattered everywhere.
“So what do you think?” Tom asked, sitting inside the bathtub.
“Well you got me speechless Holland”
“I thought what’s better than a relaxing bubble bath at the end of the day”
“Can’t argue with that” you snickered.
“Now come on in before the water gets cold” he invited you.
You untied the knot of your robe and slipped it off your shoulders letting it fall on the floor. Tom’s eyes were on you watching every slight movement of yours mesmerized. He can never get enough of you and your beautiful body. You stepped inside the tub as Tom spread his legs a bit to accommodate you. You sat down between his legs leaning back on his chest instantly relaxing at the feeling of the warm water hugging every inch of your skin as you breath in the aroma of the bubble bath. Tom’s warm chest brushing against your back adds to the feeling as you melt into him soaking in the heat radiating off his body. It was like heaven and this is exactly what you needed.
“Comfortable?” he asked as you nodded in a yes. Tom brought his hands up to your shoulders, gently pushing his thumbs into them, massaging your tired muscles. He rubs his hands all over your shoulders and upper back relieving the knots. A little moan escaped your lips whenever he hit a spot.
“You really need to give serious thought to taking up the job of a masseur” you snickered.
“Well as I told you before it’s only for a special person” he said continuing to massage at the base of your neck.
“It feels good” you sighed in content.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhmm” you hummed.
“I have another way to make you feel better” he murmured against the shell of your ear and your breath hitched.
“How’s that?”
Tom wrapped his right arm around you, cupping one of your breasts. He places his other hand on your knee, running it across the expanse of your thigh before dragging them along your inner thigh. The cold wedding band on his ring finger a sharp contrast against your warm skin sending shivers down your body.
He spread your delicate folds with his long fingers and dragged them slowly up and down taking his own time. He littered your neck and shoulder with bites and kisses as his fingers explored you and little waves of pleasure coursed through your body. He switched between pinching your nipple and squeezing your breast as you grind your ass against his cock.
“Want my fingers inside you love?” he purred.
“Yes... yes please Tom” your voice came out shaky yet desperate.
He bites on your shoulder gently as he inserted his pointer and middle finger into you in one swift motion. The feeling of his knuckles pressed deep against you felt so overwhelming makes you clench involuntarily. His fingers massaged your velvety walls pushing in and out of you drawing out delicate moans of his name from you. His thumb soon found your bundle of nerves drawing slow circles around it. You grinded your ass back against him harder as he picks up his pace.
“Needy for my fingers, aren’t ya?” he chuckled as you mewled in response. Your head tilted to the side as he trailed kisses back up your neck, nipping at your earlobe while his fingers worked on your wetness. He whispered praises into your ear as you clenched around his fingers, legs threatening to close. Tom placed a hand on your thigh to keep your legs apart. He could tell you were close as your body grew heavier in his grasp.
“You gonna cum for me darling?” he curled his fingers inside you hitting your spot.
“Yes...fuck Tom... right there” your body fell back against him. Tom knelt down, capturing your lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he rubbed at your clit faster. Your body convulsed as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Tom held you against him as you came down from your high you felt his hard cock pressing against your ass.
You turned around in your post orgasmic haze placing your hands on his chest straddling his waist. You captured his lips in a heated kiss, his tongue slipped past your lips dominating you as he ran his hand down your bare back. Your wet bodies rubbing against each other as you moaned into each other's mouths.
“Ride me baby. Wanna feel every inch of you” he said pulling away, the deep baritone of his voice making your pussy throb with need.
You lifted yourself up gripping on his shoulders tightly as Tom grabbed his dick and lined it to your hot, wet and welcoming entrance. You slowly sunk down on him, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he filled you up. You can never get used to him always stretching you in the most incredible and delicious ways. Tom groaned loudly, bottoming out.
You started to ride him, gradually gyrating your hips in a slow motion. His hands falling to your hips guiding you up and down his length. Your hips meet with each and every thrust, water splashing out of the tub which you could care less about right now. He knelt down peppering your chest with kisses and love bites, your fingers knotted in his hair tugging on the roots as you bounced on his cock.
Tom’s hands slid down to your ass, spreading your cheeks as he took control. You gasped when he picked up the pace, plunging deeper inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging onto him as he thrusted up into you mercilessly. You hid your face in the crook of his neck sucking a mark into his skin. Tom felt your body tremble, your walls squeezing him like a vice and he knew you were almost there.
He wrapped an arm around you holding you securely while his other hand reached down between your wet bodies. He began rubbing your oversensitive clit in fast circular motion that sent you tipping off the edge. You wrapped your arms around him trying to keep him as close as possible as you slowly rode out your high. Your walls spasmed around him which sets him off too. His whole body shudders and he spills his seed inside you.
Both of your chests were heaving as you came down for the high. He leaned back against the edge of the tub with you in his embrace. You sit back to find a goofy smile on his face .
“I love you” your hand traces his jaw and you lean in to kiss him “you always take care of me so well” you murmured against his lips. Tom tugged on your bottom lip, a grin forming at the corner of his lips.
“We are just getting started, darling”
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