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sleepingdeath-light · 5 months

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sebastian michaelis + fem bimbo s/o smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (01/09/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; sebastian michaelis

outline ; “would you write sebastian michaelis x bimbo reader? maybe she's smart when doing her duties, but when she knows she can relax she's just a thought-free girl sebastian can use. (maybe their contract mark is over her womb or smth; im 19)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, bimbo!reader, dumbification kink, dom!sebastian, sadist!sebastian, overstimulation, oral sex (male and female receiving), marking kink, slight ownership kink, degradation kink, praise kink, free use kink, vaginal sex, fingering, cream pies, public / semi-public sex acts

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

sebastian michaelis is, above anything else, the perfect butler and is willing to do anything and everything in order to keep his masters safe and satisfied — whether that’s by cleaning and cooking for them or, in the case of your very unusual contract, fucking the thoughts out of them after a pressing day of work

you weren’t stupid by any means — quite the opposite, in fact, as he’s seen you masterfully manipulate peers and inferiors alike with a wit so sharp it could cut glass, and perform the duties assigned to you with such ease that he’d once questioned why you’d even formed a contract with him in the first place — but it was that same intellect that brought you the strife you’d asked him to relieve you of

after all, one can’t overthink or stress about work when their thoughts are drowned out by the feeling of being stretched out on a long, thick cock — if you’re still even able to think after he’s worked your clit so hard with those long fingers of his that you’re seeing stars and squirting so hard you’ve stained his uniform

of course during work hours he tends to you at all times, waiting on you hand and foot: waking you up in the morning with the day’s paper and fresh breakfast in bed, engaging in light banter and productive conversation with you, bringing you freshly ironed clothes suited to the day’s weather, fetching you documents and books for work, and doing other odd jobs related to the upkeep of your home — he is still a servant, after all

but when you’re ready to wind down and want nothing more than to be used and thoughtless — well, then he’s happy to indulge you there too

happy to force you to your knees (or have you lay on your back with your head hanging over the edge of your bed) and shove his cock down your throat — burying his hands in your hair and fucking your face until your cheeks and lips are covered in spit and your mascara is streaming down your face

happy to kneel between your legs as you sit at your desk or in your lounge room, massaging your thighs and waist and stomach as he uses that talented tongue and those long, slender fingers to bring you to climax over and over again — not stopping until you’re limp and gasping and sobbing, until even his eyelashes are damp with your juices, until your fingers are so tightly wound in his hair that it’s even starting to hurt him and your hands are trembling, until he’s had his fill of you

happy to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until your legs and arms give out beneath you — legs spread as far as they can go whilst his hands roughly paw at your waist and ass and breasts (greedy and harsh and possessive), not stopping until your pussy is spent and dripping with his seed and his teeth marks are imprinted on your shoulder

happy to pick you up and fuck, finger, or lick the thoughts from your mind at any moment — you had given him free reign, after all

happy to sit you on his lap with his dick buried in your cunt, strong grip keeping you in place as he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror — one hand gripping your chin and making you stare at the point where the two of you become one, stare at your contract mark as it flashes and pulses in time with the pulsing of your inner walls around him, not moving until you’re teary eyed and begging him to please touch you

happy to play with and tease you even in front of others: whispering absolute filth into your ear before walking away completely unaffected, giving you suggestive looks across the room whenever others can’t see him, sliding his hand a bit too far up your thigh (when sat side by side) or low down your back (when walking together) for it to be completely innocent, and even making remarks referencing things he knows you enjoy in the bedroom that to others seem completely innocent

happy to leave an array of marks all over your body as a trail of evidence showing just how much of a good girl you are for him — deep bite marks on your thighs, fingerprint bruises on your hips, scratches along your sides, nips along your throat, and deep hickeys all over your breasts (he’s very generous with how much he claims you and he seems to get off on it even after the fact, whenever he notices them on you during the day when you’re working)

happy to call you pretty and perfect and his ‘good girl’ in the same breath that he mocks you for being ‘desperate’ and ‘needy’ and ‘slutty’ — praising you for your obedience and receptiveness and reactiveness to his touch and voice and yet teasing you for being ‘so wet already’ when he hasn’t even touched you yet, even playfully spanking your clit and chuckling against your throat when you yelped and flinched away from his touch

(he is a demon, after all, so it’s only natural that he’d be at least somewhat sadistic in the bedroom — and you have plenty of bite marks, bruises, and scratches all over your body to prove it)

(and he’s at his roughest when you show off your contract in one way or another — such as when you call him ‘my demon’ or wear something that intentionally shows off your contract mark, which will lead to much more possessive behaviour when you’re alone)

he’s also not at all opposed to fucking or playing with you in public or semi public areas — at most he might suggest finding somewhere a bit more private in order to preserve your reputation amongst your peers, but if you’re insistent then your demon is hardly going to refuse you (just know that he’s not going to go gentle on you just because you decided to proposition him where others might hear or see you, he’s still a demon after all)

but, of course, sebastian is still your loyal servant and once the fun has been had he’s there to take care of you in the aftermath: running you a warm bath, tending to any injuries so they don’t get infected, wiping away all of the blood and cum and saliva without complaint, reassuring and praising you for being so good for him, putting you in fresh bed clothes, and even bringing you some food and water to help you completely recover

you still have work to do and no butler worth his salt would let his mistress risk her career over something so minor

#sleepingdeath #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #ageless blogs dni #ageless blogs will be blocked #female reader #female reader smut #bimbo reader #smut #smut hcs #black butler smut #black butler x female reader #black butler x reader #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji x female reader #sebastian michaelis smut #sebastian michaelis x reader

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sleepingdeath-bboys · 5 months

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praise kink hcs ; thomas thorne

requested by ; hannigross

pairing ; thomas thorne x gender neutral!reader

tag list ; @jamiewintons | @pink-booty-butts

note ; this is part one of a nine part request, and the rest of the baynton boys that i write for will get posts like this in the future

summary ; descriptions of what thomas would be like if he had a praise kink (somewhat short as i could only elaborate so much on the prompt given — sorry!)

Thomas Thorne is, if nothing else, a complete slut for praise — especially if it comes from you — and he’s willing to do pretty much anything and everything he can in order to earn it (be that something expected of him like composing some poetry in your honour, or spending hours buried between your thighs in order to make you see stars whilst your hands are buried in his hair)

Whenever you call him your ‘good boy’ (or even anything vaguely complimentary like ‘poetic’, ‘pretty’, ‘handsome’ and the like) his cheeks turn a lively shade of pink and he practically stumbles over himself as he makes sure that he’s heard you correctly

(‘you think so?’, ‘truly?’, ‘do you mean that?’)

The best way to leave him completely speechless is to gently brush his hair out of his eyes, caress the sides of his face, kiss his nose and call him your ‘good boy’ and then walk away as if nothing just happened — of course he’ll be following you around like a lost puppy for the rest of the day, but for those first few minutes he’ll be left flustered, blushing and frozen in place as his mind struggles to catch up with what exactly just happened

Within the confines of the bedroom, there is always room to take advantage of your beloved’s praise kink to get him to do whatever you want him to do — but for the sake of brevity I’ll only list a few such examples

When you’re riding his cock, gently tug his hair until his throat is completely exposed to you and then start to kiss and nip at it — whispering about how he’s such a ‘good boy’, how ‘amazing’ he feels inside of you, and how much you ‘love’ his ‘pretty noises’ against the skin of his neck between kisses (and if you suckle on his pulse point, even after his death, you’ll be able to hear the softest little whimper spill from his lips)

When he’s laying between your legs pleasuring you with his mouth, stroking your thighs as they fall over his shoulders, brush his hair away from his face and call him ‘beautiful’ and ‘handsome’ as he licks/sucks you, and tell him exactly where to kiss, and lick, and suck — encouraging him by fluffing his hair and saying things like ‘good boy’, ‘keep going’, ‘just like that’, and so on (bonus points if you’re quite vocal and make plenty of noise for him because that only encourages Thomas to go further and make a complete mess of you — and, consequently, of him but he’s not one to care about getting some dust/cum on his face if it means that he’s made his love feel good)

When you have his length filling your mouth and his hands trembling as he tries his best not to squeeze your shoulders too hard, make sure to scratch at his thighs and lower stomach with your nails and keep looking up at him through your eyelashes — occasionally pull away to press a kiss to his hand or length and whisper about how much you love him (how he sounds, all he does for you, how he looks, and, of course, his dick) and tell him how good he’s being for you, and by the end of it he’ll be half-whimpering, half-sobbing your name over and over again like some sort of prayer until he gets dust/cum all over your face and chest

In short, combining small amounts of pain with praising Thomas for his actions and appearance are going to be the most effective way to get him into sub space in the bedroom — especially if you use the words ‘good boy’ often during your praise because he’s always yearning for your specific approval and that title, however foreign to the time period he grew up in, is something he almost seems to wear as a badge of honour when you’re together

He lives to please you, after all (even in death, however ironic the notion might be at that point), so being acknowledged for his efforts isn’t going to hurt

#sleepingdeath #18+ account #minors dni #not sfw death #minors don’t touch #thomas thorne smut #thomas thorne x reader #bbc ghosts smut #bbc ghosts x reader #gender neutral reader #smut #smut hcs

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boredwrites · 9 months

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Earn it

Albert Wesker X Fem!Reader

Hehe gift for my dear friend @mrs-m-wesker

Warnings: porn with no plot, third pov, afab reader. I have never seen or played Resident Evil, I only know Wesker from Dead by Daylight and I can already tell that he’s a sassy bitch. When I say porn with no plot, I mean it. It jumps right in. Not proofread lol

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The air was hot and sticky and the smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Albert already had Y/N undressed and ready hours ago. He remained clothed as he teased her, edged her, drove her crazy for god knows how long. Fat tears rolled down her face as she begged and begged. For what she begged, she didn’t know any more. Her mind was mush, filled with only the thought of being filled by the dominate blonde taking control.

One of Albert’s hands was in Y/N’s hair, gripping it at the roots at the base of her head to force her to keep her eyes on him the entire time. Her mouth hung open as he fucked her with his fingers. He would switch between giving her exactly what she wanted and teasing her to the point of crying and begging. Again and again, he switched. He remained unpredictable, wanting to keep her on the edge of her seat. Keep her wondering what he was going to do next.

“Please…” a pathetic plea left her lips again and again as Albert pulled his fingers away.

He tilted his head and looked at her with a curious yet disappointed look. “Please, what? You know you have to use the words, don’t you? Or are you that fucked out already that you can’t speak?” That bastard. But he knew she liked it. They both did.

Before Y/N could respond, Albert dove his fingers into her puffy, sensitive cunt again and curled his fingers oh-so deliciously. Y/N tried to throw her head back in pleasure, but was stopped by Albert’s hand in her hair, keeping her head still. Instead, she shut her eyes and let out a loud moan.

“Look at me!” Albert demanded as he gave her head a little shake.

Y/N whimpered as she obediently opened her eyes and looked the man in the eye. As best she could, anyway. His sunglasses hid the eyes she could get lost in if she stared for too long.

“That’s better. I want you to look at me as you lose your mind over my fingers. You dirty girl,” Albert teased. A smirk was plastered on his lips as he watched Y/N’s expression.

He curled and scissored and spread his fingers, moved them in a way that made Y/N seeing stars. His middle and ring fingers inside as her clit was being abused by his thumb. Small, tight circles on the sensitive bud left her gasping and whimpering. Albert knew exactly what he was doing and was a prick about it, too.

Albert pulled his hand away when Y/N’s moans got higher in pitch. She did that when she was close. Both of them knew she wouldn’t be afforded the luxury of release so easily, but it was still a disappointment on her side.

“Nononono, please!” Y/N whined. That earned her a stern look.

“What?” Albert snapped at her. He moved his hand from her hair to her jaw, gripping it tightly and bringing her face closer to his. “What was that?”

He knew exactly what it was. But he loved driving Y/N insane.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered.

“Did you beg me for more of what I’ve generously given you? How selfish and desperate do you have to be? To ask for more of something you can’t even take much of in the first place.”

Albert scoffed. Finally, he let go of Y/N’s jaw. She frowned when he stepped back a bit. But that disappointment soon turned into excitement all over again.

“Let’s see if you can earn what you’re so desperate for,” Albert said as his hands worked on undoing his belt.

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #Albert Wesker #Albert Wesker x reader #Wesker #Wesker x reader #re wesker #re wesker x reader #smut #minors shoo #minors don’t touch #minors fuck off #minors do not interact #minors dni

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nightfang22 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1:"Let me see those eyes."

A/N:I'm so so sorry I'm late to my Kinktober start but here's the first one featuring our boy Simon Kelleher!It might be slow to post but I'm working hard I promise!Thank you all so much for the love and support you guys show me and my work!Enjoy and feel free to send in requests for certain characters!

Warnings:Minors DNI,18+,Smut

Pairing:Simon Kelleher x fem!Autistic!reader

Word Count:1.8k

As someone with autism, I struggled with eye contact a lot. I've been trying to get better at holding it for longer periods of time but nothing seemed to be working. I sigh in frustration as I scribble something down in my notepad. Janae looked over at me and tilted her head to the side, tapping my notepad with the eraser of her pencil a couple times to get my attention. "You okay? You seem frustrated. Like more than usual." I take a deep breath through my nose as I look up at her and try to look at her eyes. I manage it for a few seconds but it doesn't last long. She quickly notices and I can see the sad smile on her face as she drums her pencil on her desk. "Hey, it's okay. You'll get the hang of it at some point and even if you don't, it doesn't matter. You don't need to push yourself too hard, okay?" I chew on the end of my pencil as I stare down at the notepad, slightly rocking back and forth. My eyes flit across the paper as I try to focus on my homework but my mind is wandering elsewhere. I'm completely understimulated and I can't make myself focus on German grammar and pronunciation like this. The only sounds filling my ears are the soft scratching of my fingers against my nails as I pick at them and Janae's gentle tapping of her pencil against paper. I chew at my bottom lip and pick at my nails in rhythm with Janae's tapping until a hand grabbing mine and spreading out my fingers to stop me from picking at my nails grabs my attention. I look up at my eyes melt instantly at the sight of familiar cool brown eyes. I smile softly before averting my gaze. My hand sits in his as he takes a seat across from Janae, next to me. His hand was warm and slightly calloused from all the hours spent learning different instruments on a whim. I smile and relish in the familiar and comfortable sensation. Simon is my person. Hopefully my forever person. He squeezed my hand softly before leaning over to whisper in my ear. "Hey, you seem frustrated. You wanna get out of here? Take a break?" I think he sees the thankful look in my eyes before I even connect them to his while nodding because he grabs my bag for me and looks to Janae. "We're gonna go get some air. We'll see you later." Janae just rolls her eyes and flips the page of her notepad before waving goodbye, not looking up. His hand never leaves mine as I keep my eyes on the ground in front of me while we walk, watching my shoes move forward mostly.

The light of the sunshine makes my eyes sting before Simon pulls his hand away and slips his sunglasses over my eyes. I sigh contentedly at the relief from the harsh light on my eyes. He takes my hand once again and leads me off campus to his car, a cute little bug. Simon adores that car almost more than he adores me. He opens the passenger door for me just as he does every morning before school when he picks me up. I set my bag down in the floorboard and climb in, flipping down the visor to block out the sun. He hands me my headphones when he sits down and I place them over my ears. I can still hear him speak but I can't hear any of the noise outside of traffic or kids laughing. I lean my head back on the headrest as Simon starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. His arm reaches behind my headrest as he turns to look behind him. After he puts the car in drive he places his hand on my upper thigh which is exposed by my checkered skirt. His hand has a slight reassuring grip on my thigh as he drives. To where, I'm not sure. I've found it more comforting in all the time I've known Simon to not ask too many questions. Eventually we pull into his driveway and he unbuckles my seat belt for me. He comes around the car, opening my door for me and grabbing my bag before lacing my fingers with his and leading me inside. His mom is at the office today and his dad is out golfing like usual. He leads me up the stairs and into his room which is surprisingly clean for a teenage boy. He sets my bag down as I take a seat in his desk chair after discarding my shoes by the door. My knees are pressed together and I'm just staring off into the distance when he comes over, kneeling down in front of me. He tilts my chin up so I can look him in the face. My eyes avert to the side almost immediately when he sighs before smiling softly in my peripherals. "Well, I think I know how to fix this."

I look at him with a confused expression when he picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist. I squeal before clinging to him. I have a fear of my feet leaving the ground and Simon knows this. I bury my face in his neck as he walks over to his bed, setting me down. He crawls over me before taking my wrists and pinning them above my head, lacing his fingers in mine to hold them there. I can only manage to look at his mouth as he speaks. "Now, we're gonna try something okay? You know the safe word. Say it for me, pretty girl." I lick my lips as my eyes very briefly meet his as I speak. "Down." He smiles at me and nods before leaning down to trail kisses up my neck and kissing my jaw. He reaches my ear and whispers, "That's right. Now you're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?" I can only manage a nod as my breathing becomes shallow as I take in the sensations he's leaving all across my skin. He kisses up my jaw and places kisses all over my cheeks and my nose before finally connecting our lips. His lips are soft and sweet. He always tastes like mint and candy. I moan quietly against his lips as he lets go of my right wrist just to hold both of them in his one hand so he can move the other down my body. He slides his hand across my thigh and up my skirt. He pulls away leaving my lips slightly swollen and kiss bruised. He pulls away and smiles down at me devilishly like he always does in these moments before pulling my skirt up, letting go of my wrists. He moves down and slides his fingers over my clothed heat. I bite my lip and whimper. His warm breath meets the wet spot on my panties sending a shiver down my spine causing me to arch my back slightly. This does not go unnoticed by Simon and I can almost feel the grin on his face as he places a kiss to my clit through my pastel purple thong. He hooks a finger in my underwear on each side before sliding it down my plush thighs and tossing it across the room to be found by their maid sometime later. He places a hand on each of my thighs firmly before spreading my legs and getting comfortable. Simon kisses up my inner thighs before placing a kiss to my clit and dragging his tongue up my entrance, tasting the mess he's caused. I gasp as he sucks my clit harshly into his mouth making my back arch. My hands fly into his soft dark hair and tug as he continues his attack on my sensitive bundle of nerves. The noises falling from my mouth are down right sinful as he eats me out like it's his last meal. My eyes are shut tight as my teeth sink into my bottom lip so harsh I'm almost certain it'll start bleeding. It doesn't take much longer for the knot in my stomach to untie and a whine of ecstasy to leak out of my throat.

He licks up every last drop and comes up for air only a moment later, wiping his face. He strips himself of his jeans and pulls off his shirt, tossing both aside while kicking off his underwear. He crawls over me once again, lining himself up at my entrance before grabbing my hand, placing it on his cheek and kissing my palm. This was almost a ritualistic action. He does it every time before he stretches me out on his cock. Inch by inch, his dick fills me up and a breathless gasping sound escapes me. Simon wasn't small by any means. How does that song go? Right.

'It might not look like he gets bitches but honey that dick was 11 inches.'

My eyes water slightly and Simon kisses my tears away, letting me adjust. After I nod, I expect him to move but he doesn't. "It's okay. You can move now." My eyes are still shut when I feel his hands on my face causing me to open my eyes and look at his throat. "I'll move but you have to keep your eyes up here. Every time you look away I'll stop." My eyes widen. I get it now. I nod but my eyes are still on his throat. He thrusts deep and hard inside me. "What did I just say?" I make eye contact and his face is so kind and sincere that I can't help but keep my eyes on his before he starts moving, his thrusts soft and sweet before picking up pace. I feel my eyes fall shut before he abruptly stops. My eyes snap open and he smirks. "What? You thought I was joking?" He snaps his hips into mine to punctuate his point.

"Let me see those eyes, pretty girl."

My eyes stay attached to his as he thrusts roughly in and out of me. My fingernails sink into his back as I whine and moan, all but screaming out his name like he was some holy deity. His thrusts begin to get sloppy as my cunt clenches around him before butterfly fluttering in orgasm. His eyes never stray from mine and I feel my heart race. This is the longest I've ever held someone's gaze and my cheeks get warm with the realization. I feel his hips stutter as his cheeks flush while he fills me to the brim with his seed, holding his position with his cock fully sheathed inside me to the hilt. His thumb strokes my cheek as he moves to kiss my forehead. He slowly pulls out but not before he quietly whispers an 'I love you so much, princess.'

#autistic #autistic positivity #autistic!reader #oouil #simon kelleher #one of us is back #one of us is lying #one of us is next #kinktober #female reader #masterlist #kinktober 2023 #x reader #smut #minors dni #minors do not interact #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #minors will be blocked

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angrylittlebimbo · 10 months

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Bimbo!Reader x Moon Boys

Warnings: Jake Lockley himself, Reader being a brat, but being hot while doing it, hardcore smut, the smuttiest thing I’ll ever write, spit, cum, a lot of it, spanking with a belt, anal, choking, hair pulling, biting, manipulation if you squint, Marc being possessive, 18+!! Minors dni!!! Reader uses she/her pronouns and has she/her body parts, she also squirts, this is just filthy. Steven is purple, Marc is orange, Jake is blue, but they only have colors when talking in the headspace

While Reader got dressed for a day out with the boys she slipped on a tiny pinks skirt that she definitely would not be able to bend over in and a white shirt that’s very see through, so the lace of her bright pink bra can’t be missed. Marc, the one fronting at the moment walked into the room and glanced at her then full on turned his head”You sure you wanna wear that?”He asked staring at her chest for an oddly long time, Jake and Steven are going absolutely feral in the mind. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes”Obviously that’s why I like…put it on”Marc chuckled”And I’m about to rip it off if you give me attitude like that again, baby”She pouted and turned her head away from him”I like what I’m wearing!”She exclaimed and did a spin, Marc stared at her plump thighs. She looked at him”I like wanna wear it out!”Marc looked at her”You don’t know how badly Steven and Jake wanna front”He said and got closer to her.

Reader looked at him as he got closer”You wanna wear this out, but people will stare at you, and you’re body is only ours to looks at and you don’t want other men staring at what’s ours do you.”He more stated than asked. She mumbled something under her breath and moved past him, he turned and smacked her ass hard”What did I say about the attitude?”She jumped a bit at the slap, and pouted”I like didn’t even say anything!”

“Marc we should just not go anywhere, we have a boner, mate”

“Let me out, I’ll teach her just what it means to get punished for that attitude, and that outfit”

Marc tsked at her”Jake says he wants to deal with the attitude today”He held her chin and kissed her”And he gives the best punishments for brats like you”He said and stared forward for a little bit then Jake was there and he picked her up”Mi Amor, I can’t wait to rip this off of you and teach you manners.”He said and threw her onto the bed immediately crawling on top of her, biting and sucking at her neck hungrily. She had her hands on his shoulders and moaned knowing these marks would last weeks, Jake sat up”Good girls get rewards, bad girls don’t, get to the edge of the bed”He grabbed her arm roughly and forced her to lay with her chest against the mattress and her ass all ready”Oh my my, and you aren’t wearing underwear? What a slut.”He said and smirked pulling off his belt”You know the safe word, cariño”He said and she nodded”You’re gonna count how many I give you, and if you lose count..well we’ll just start over sweetheart”He said and she nodded and he drew his hand back and hit her with the belt”O-One!!”She whimpered out and gripped the sheets, another crack of the belt to her ass.

It took her a minute”We have to start over?”He said and pulled her hair back to make her look at him”N-No!”She said and he let her go”So what number are we on?”He said softly, but menacingly”T-Two!”She said and he chuckled”Good girl…”He pulled his arm back and hit her again causing her to jolt forward a bit”T-Three!”She whimpered out and he chuckled running his thumb through her folds”Look how wet you are…”He leaned down and licked her folds causing her to push her hips back a bit and he stood up straight and smirked”I’m not done beating this plush ass…you’ve got seven more.” After having to restart several times he finally got to 10, she was shaking and her ass is visibly bruised and she had drool dripping from her mouth to her chin and tears running down her face. He rubbed her ass with his hand and got on his knees behind her, licking a long stripe along her folds while rubbing her clit, he loves to eat her out. She tastes amazing to him sweet and tangy, just how he likes.

“C’mon mate you aren’t the only one who wants to see her come undone”Steven said while watching from the mirror

Jake side eyed the mirror and smirked standing up”Get on the bed, on all fours facing the mirror. If you can’t follow those instructions, I’ll get the belt again.”Jake said, watching her listen to his instructions made him harder, if that’s even possible”Stare into the mirror, they’re watching”He said smugly, he didn’t like being rushed. He pushed into her hard causing her to fall forward a little with her ass still up and she let out almost pornographic moans as he moved at an inhumane pace destroying her pussy, this definitely wouldn’t be the last time she catches an attitude. He grabbed her by her throat and pulled her up so her back is against his and he fucked into her roughly and harshly and she couldn’t think at all, she could only think about his dick inside her and the wet sounds the two made when he would draw his hips back up into her roughly.

He laughed at her while looking into the mirror”I’m fucking you so good, aren’t I Lovely”He said and her brain comprehended that as a switch she wasn’t looking for accent or anything and now she thought it was Steven”S-Steven!!” She moaned out and Jake chuckled darkly”Steven?”He said and let her drop to the mattress after her let her go. He roughly turned her around so she’s on her back”Open your fucking mouth slut.”He said and when she opened her mouth he spit in it and smirked”Now swallow like a good little bimbo”He said and she swallowed”Soon I’m going to stick it in your ass”He leaned down and whispered to her”Just gotta get you wet enough.”He thrusted into her”You called me Steven, but he can’t do half the things I do.”He said and looked at the mirror”Isn’t that right Mi Vida?”He said and put her legs on his shoulders and pushed his dick into her ass, she wasn’t about to agree with him because then that puts her in a whole lotta trouble with Steven, her sweet shy little boyfriend who was very messy when it came to sex, covering her whole body in his cum, her face, her breast, her stomach, even her back was a victim of his cum abuse. Jake thrusted into her roughly and she let out an unknown sound it was pleasure filled though”Say yes, you don’t wanna have to face the belt again do you?”He moved his fingers to her mouth opening it so he could spit in her mouth again then he leaned down and kissed her pulling away to look into her eyes”I fuck better than Steven don’t I?”He said in a tone as if challenging Steven.

Jake pulled his hips back and thrusted into her rougher than before”Answer the fucking question”He demanded and grabbed her throat”Y-Yes!!”She moaned out and he continued to thrust”You hear that Steven, I’m a better fuck than you”He said smugly looking into the mirror at him while thrusting into her ass eventually pulling out and going back to her pussy.

“Oh I’m going to give it to her when it’s my turn.”Steven said and crossed his arms looking back at Jake”She’s done for when I get at it”

“Steven you’re too soft for something like that.”Marc said from the headspace, he loved to watch them and care for her at the end by eating her out

“I’ll show you both soft.”Steven said in an annoyed tone

Jake chuckled and kept his hand on her throat”Steven says to tell you, you’re done for when he gets his hands on you”And she still couldn’t think Jake was still moving at an erratic pace and she tried to push away a bit”C-Close!!”She moaned out feeling the familiar tightening in her stomach as Jake continued to drill into her at an alarming pace”F-Fuck!!”She moaned out and Jake groaned, painting her insides white, he pulled out and quickly moved her face shoving his dick into her mouth so she could catch the rest of his cum down her throat. He pulled out and slapped his tip on her cheek”You took me so well”He said and laughed,”But now I gotta leave you to Steven, and I doubt he’ll be as caring as me.”He said sarcastically and kissed her lips softly then let Steven take over”Hiya love! You look beat, but you think Jake fucks you better than me?”He said.

Reader shook her head a bit”Y-You all fuck me equally amazing”She said and pouted looking at him”Right, but you still said it…so now I’ve gotta prove that they know nothing, I’m not soft”He said and moved down between her legs licking a long stripe up her pussy and sticking his fingers into her and using his other hand to rub her clit as she moaned and her legs shook a bit. He continued his movements sucking and licking all over her”You taste so good love…”He said and stopped looking at her from his place between her legs”But I’m gonna make you cry and beg me to stop.”He said and put his dick into her thrusting roughly pulling his hips back then snapping them forward roughly, she was moaning and holding his free hand,

“Push down on her stomach Steven, softly”Marc said knowing it make her feel even better

Jake chuckled”It makes her feel even better, as if she’s in heaven”

He pushed down on her stomach softly with the hand she wasn’t holding and she got louder”S-Steven!!”She moaned out and pushed her hips into him more. Steven continued to thrust into her, she’s still sensitive from Jake’s abuse to her, pounding her pussy. Steven pulled the hand she was holding away and started to rub her clit”W-Wait!! Steven!”She said in a warning tone and he kept going”Hush lovely”He said and kept going”S-Steven!!”She squirted all over him and blushed bright red feeling embarrassed and Steven came right then and there, some of it inside her and he pulled out causing it to get on her chest and stomach then he shoved himself back inside her”S-Sorry! I don’t know what happened! I don’t-“She was panicking because she had never done that before.

“I didn’t think she was a squirter… and that face she made…”Marc said and smirked a bit”Good job Steven.”He gave his alter props

Jake was quiet he wanted to see her do that again, he loved the way her face looked when it happened.

Steven slowed down his thrusts and leaned down kissing her softly”It’s normal”He said and smiled at him”I’m surprised, you’ve never done that before, you’ve got Jake speechless”He said and chuckled”We can stop now”He said and moved his hand to her cheek”Marc is begging to eat you out”He said and rolled his eyes then leaning down and kissing her softly”I’m gonna give him the body now”Marc was fronting now and he looked at her”That was hot…the face you made was absolutely beautiful..”He said and started to kiss down her body and ended up kissing along her thighs while she laid there all fucked out and panting”We’ll definitely have to wash the sheets”He chuckled and kiss her clit softly then bit the inside of her thigh.

Marc started to eat her out like a man starved for days and she was moaning and moving her hips slightly when he would lick and suck on her clit”O-Oh fuckk!”She would moan out and cum again from being so sensitive. He looked up at her and smirked slightly licking up her cum as it started to drip out of her”You taste so good baby. You wanna shower while I wash the sheets?”She nodded a bit and sat up carefully the got off the bed, she almost immediately hit the ground. Her legs were jelly and she blushed a bit”M-Marc I need help!”She whined and he smiled picking her up, they all knew that would happen.

“Holy shit we fucked her so hard her legs are all jelly”Steven smiled in the headspace softly with triumph

Jake laughed when she fell”She fell!”He said happily because of her jelly legs”That’s too funny”

Marc looked down at her”Jake’s laughing at you, baby”She pouted and crossed her arms”Tell him to stop!”She said as he set her on the toilet and turned on the shower”Am I gonna have to shower with you?”He asked with a small smirk and she nodded”Great you’re in for another round”He said and grinned picking her up and getting into the shower. Long story short the cops were calling because of how loud she is and now the boys never let her live it down.

I’m not sure how to do a word count, so just assume it’s a lot. I hope you like this story because I basically just wrote a whole script for porn hopefully they use this💀🫶🏽

#layla el faouly #marc spector #marc spector x reader #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x you #jake lockley #bimbo girl #bimbo!reader #give us moon knight season2 #slightly suggestive #minors don’t touch #please #if you know then you know #if youre reading this i love you #minors please dni #this isn’t slightly suggestive it’s very suggestive

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lumberjackloverboy-moved · 10 months

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where are my trans guy tops at. why are the only portrayals of trans men I see in nsfw spaces bottoms. like more power to the guys that like that, but I’d love to see some guys pounding it in ya know?

#nsft #minors don’t touch

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sleepingdeath-light · 7 months

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the perfect gentleman ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1544

content ; sexually explicit content, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, prominent sadism (alastor) and masochism (reader), power imbalance

fandom ; hazbin hotel

pairing ; alastor x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

note ; potentially shaky characterisation as i had to juggle alastor’s likely sadism with trying to be accommodating for someone’s first time, which was quite the challenge.

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked!!!

Alastor was a great many things to a great many people, but above all else he was a gentleman — and a very traditional one at that. The type who would do the expected chivalrous things like hold open doors for you even when he was just passing by, or lending you his tailcoat if you complained of the cold, but his gentlemanliness also extended to the more intimate side of your relationship (which shouldn’t be as surprising as it was, but seeing as you were both in hell you couldn’t help but be even more appreciative of how he approached things like that).

And even now that you’d finally made yourself open to being sexually intimate he was still treating you with a degree of gentleness that made your undead heart flutter. Though you supposed that was mostly because you’d disclosed your inexperience to him quite early on in your relationship — after all he was a self described sadist so you’d been expecting a bit more roughness once he got you in bed with him.

Not that you minded much, of course…

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Despite being in such a vulnerable position you felt completely at ease beneath him, fully giving yourself to him however you could and however he wanted you to: not flinching away when he used the sharpened tips of his black tinged claws to impatiently, yet delicately, tear your undergarments off of your body; letting him reposition your body so that you were sat on his lap with your bare back right against his slender clothed chest without complaint; spreading your legs wider, almost on impulse, when he started to trail those cold hands up your thighs and towards your wet pussy; complying immediately and removing your hands from your mouth when he scolded you for trying to hide yourself from him, letting your arms fall limply to your sides as you started to anxiously pick at the bedsheets on either side of his crossed legs, whole body trembling in anticipation as he inches closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. And despite all of your mental preparation you still couldn’t help but jump when he first made contact with your slit, earning you a crackling radio-host chuckle against your ear as he repeated the same motion again to help you adjust to it; slowly and gently running a single fingertip along your slit from the hood of your clit to your dripping hole and back again.

He asked you if you wanted him to stop, calling you ‘dear’ in that polite drawl of his, but you pushed through your anxiety and confirmed that you were okay. So Alastor pushed forwards by just a bit; letting one of his fingertips dip mere millimetres into your entrance before immediately removing it and continuing to trace the length of your soaked puffy lips, mindful to not cut you with his nails as he went (he had clipped them beforehand but there’s only so much a demon can do to change his form, you know). Then he did it again, going a fraction deeper and staying a second longer, before pulling out again — going further and further with every go around and clearly delighting in your flustered frustration and anxiety as he continued to tease you and help you adjust to what was to come.

But, so very impatient despite your initial anxiety, you only lasted long enough for him to get the second knuckle of his middle finger into your gushing entrance before you tapped out and begged him to stop ‘treating me like I’m made of glass, Al,’ because you’re ‘a demon too, goddamn it’. And Alastor, ever the perfect gentleman, laughed heartily at your outburst before withdrawing his hands from your body and putting his finger in front of your lips and asking you to ‘be a doll’ and clean him up first.

So, tentatively, and with a half-heartedly defiant roll of your eyes, you parted your lips and allowed him to push his slick covered digit into your mouth. Tasting yourself on his skin as you obediently cleaned him, humming almost thoughtfully at the flavour, until he suddenly popped it back out of your mouth and unceremoniously (and quite roughly) flipped you onto your back so that you were laying flat on the bed with him looming over you, body positioned snugly between your legs.

Once again he asked if you wanted him to continue, voice crackling like static and eyes glowing that intrusive streetlight yellow as he stared down at you with his usual sharp grin on his face. And, once again, you glared up at him and huffed and reaffirmed that you knew what you wanted — and that you didn’t want him holding back like he was before.

And it seemed that that was all the encouragement that the radio demon needed to make your first time as memorable as possible.

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You felt like his prey, trapped and completely at his mercy, but you couldn't help but love it: those needle-like teeth digging in to the sensitive skin of your throat, piercing just deep enough to draw blood and make you gasp before he withdrew and licked the wound clean, moaning in satisfaction at your flavour; those talon like fingers clawing at your bare waist and hips and thighs, keeping you in place and stopping you from squirming away from him as he fucked into your soaking wet pussy, slick mixing with blood as it pooled beneath you on the bed; that long slender cock slipping effortlessly inside of you, tip brushing dangerously against your g-spot every few thrusts and coaxing more moans and groans and whines from your lips as he went, all of which Alastor clearly revelled in. He was so much stronger than you, so much larger than you, that there was no chance of you escaping — leaving you well and truly at the mercy of your demonic deer-like lover — and the thought only made you wetter.

In fact, everything he did or said to you made you wet, which might have embarrassed you if you weren't already in hell.

Every staticky laugh and chuckle that reverberated against the pulse point of your neck or the swell of your chest. Deep, rough sounds that sent waves of gooseflesh erupting across your body and that were usually followed by another playful bite or nip.

Every time he called you 'my dear' or 'pet' or 'dearest' in that transatlantic accent of his, terms of affection that would usually make you swoon now left to punctuate the little things he did to make you see stars on the ceiling of your crumbling hotel room. His sweet words a stark contrast to the utter sin that he was performing between your thighs.

Every sharp sting of his nails being dug into your hips and dragged down a few tantalising centimetres, leaving deep red trails in your skin in their wake that the small, distant, coherent part of you knew would ache terribly the next day. But now, with his lips on your throat and his cock in your cunt, you couldn't bring yourself to care about the consequences you'd face, you just needed him to do it again... and again... and again. He could leave every inch of you bruised and bleeding and you still wouldn't care so long as he kept making you feel this good — hell, the pain only made the pleasure feel more real, more intense, so you almost hoped that he didn't stop.

Every collision of his hips with yours, angled just right so the tip of his length would hit that delicate spongey-spot within you, that had you throwing your head back and repeating his name like a mantra or prayer (rather ironic given your current place of residence).

All of these new overwhelming sensations pushed you closer and closer to the edge of release until finally something snapped and you were sent spiralling into a climax so intense your vision completely whited out. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire and yet you still felt like you were floating, adrift in an ocean of burning hot pleasure that drowned out your thoughts and left you only with the sharp stinging pain of his teeth and nails to anchor you through the storm. Even your own voice sounded distant and incomprehensible to you, like your ears were stuffed with cotton or your head was underwater, leaving only the pounding of your heart audible to you as you were fucked through your climax.

It was intense and felt almost endless, like you were kept in that state of heightened sensation and white hot pleasure for an eternity. Floating in that white, teary void with only your own overwhelming pleasure and distant, dull sparks of pain to keep you company as you rode out the most powerful orgasm of your life. Only able to mindlessly hope that it would be the first of many that you’d have with Alastor, and that some day you’d be able to make him feel just as good as you did now.

Just maybe not today; you were much too worn out for that… but there’s always tomorrow, right?

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smut alphabet ; thomas thorne

requested by ; null

content rating ; 18+

content warnings ; blatant thomas thirst & ghost!reader

includes ; cis female!reader, cis male!reader, gender neutral!reader, trans fem!reader, trans masc!reader

A - Aftercare

what are they like after sex?

In the aftermath of sex, Thomas tends to get even more clingy and overtly affectionate than usual (which is quite the feat given his usual disposition). He’ll initially just lay beside you, composing some (admittedly rather adorable) poetry to you as he gently caresses your cheek with one hand and looks at you as if you hung the stars in the sky — only ever stopping to lean forward and press a chaste kiss to your lips or to the tip of your nose. It’s all so quiet and intimate and in those moments the rest of the world fades away — your deaths, the other ghosts, the stresses of daily (after) life — and you’re left with just each other and it’s just so blissful. And then, after he’s said his piece and your clothes have manifested back on your bodies, he’ll urge you to rest your head on his chest and he’ll just hold you tightly to himself; just talking or humming or laying there in silence until you both finally drift off to sleep.

B - Body Part

their favourite body part of their partner and themselves

Thomas is someone that is relatively insecure about his body due to the noticeable wound on his abdomen that is impossible to hide or obscure when he’s undressed. It’s a massive roadblock in him being intimate with others because of how attention grabbing it is — which also makes it more difficult for him to consider what parts of himself he finds pride in. Though if he had to choose he’d likely go with his mouth: the main (and now only) instrument through which he’s able to compose his art, the way he’s able to express his feelings for you in a physical medium, the part of him that brings you the most distinct pleasure as he writes sonnets on your sex with his tongue and mouths haikus against your skin in the throes of passion. It’s his most useful asset in all aspects of his afterlife, after all, so why not find some pride in it?

On you he'd have to choose...

(Fem!Reader) your lips! Your smile is a light in the darkness to this hopeless romantic and the coy curl of your lip when you’re seducing him is burned into his memory in the best way. He often finds himself thinking about your lips in the most inappropriate of moments (usually when Julian is talking) and he recalls every single kiss and nip and the way they feel and look when wrapped around his cock and — oh, there he goes again. Truly it’s the most wonderful torture in Thomas’ eyes and he wouldn’t have you any other way.

(Masc!Reader) your eyes! Whether they’re brilliant blue, gorgeous grey, hearty hazel, beautiful brown, graceful green or some other dazzling hue your eyes are always the first thing that Thomas will notice. He adores the sparkle and crinkle they get when you’re excited or amused, and your happiness never fails to brighten the dull consistency of his death, but he also finds his mind wandering to some less than innocent looks you’ve given him. The way you look up at him through your eyelashes when you take him into your mouth, the manner in which you’re able to undress him with your eyes alone, looking him up and down as if he’s the most beautiful person in the room — oh and how could he forget that mischievous glint in your eyes when you’re trying to seduce him. Truly your eyes, much like your presence in his life, are the gifts that keep on giving.

(Neutral!Reader) your hands! The way your fingers interlace with his so perfectly as you walk or sit side by side, the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders as he ravished you, the featherlight tracing of your fingertips along his cheeks and jaw. It all makes him feel so loved; so alive, and he loves it. Loves you. He’ll passionately kiss up from your palms to your wrists and up your arm to your jaw — and yet turn around and chastely kiss each of your knuckles and fingertips whilst staring lovingly into your eyes. Romantic or lustful or endearing, by his intention or yours, he truly cannot get enough of your hands.

(Trans Fem!Reader) your lips! Your smile is a light in the darkness to this hopeless romantic and the coy curl of your lip when you’re seducing him is burned into his memory in the best way. The most frequent of his fantasies starts of rather tame — with him being able to delicately paint them by hand before you cover him in their marks, a sign of possession and partnership and adoration all in one (it appeals to his more sensitive nature). In fact, he often finds himself thinking about your lips in the most inappropriate of moments (usually when Julian is talking) and he recalls every single kiss and nip and the way they feel and look when wrapped around his cock and — oh, there he goes again. Truly it’s the most wonderful torture in Thomas’ eyes and he wouldn’t have you any other way.

(Trans Masc!Reader) your eyes! Whether they’re brilliant blue, gorgeous grey, hearty hazel, beautiful brown, graceful green or some other dazzling hue your eyes are always the first thing that Thomas will notice. He adores the sparkle and crinkle they get when you’re excited or amused, and your happiness never fails to brighten the dull consistency of his death, but he also finds his mind wandering to some less than innocent looks you’ve given him. The way you look up at him through your eyelashes when you take him into your mouth, the manner in which you’re able to undress him with your eyes alone, looking him up and down as if he’s the most beautiful person in the room — oh and how could he forget that mischievous glint in your eyes when you’re trying to seduce him. After so long spent together he finds himself almost able to read your mind by looking into your eyes (the gift of telepathy presented through mutual understanding) and he knows dearly what to say and what to avoid in order to keep that joyful and endearing spark alive — even when it involves arguing with Julian or threatening a guest for a terribly misplaced comment. Truly your eyes, much like your presence in his life, are the gifts that keep on giving.

C - Cum

anything to do with cum

Whilst not necessarily applicable to his current circumstances (that being the two of you existing as ghosts), had you met and married in life then Thomas would have been quite into the idea of seeing you in some way coated with his cum. A terribly perverse idea for the time, certainly, but the thought has made its way into some of the poetry he composes for you in private.

D - Dirty Secret

what is their dirty secret?

Thomas has a thing for being dominated by his partner and can very easily be sent into sub space if you know where to touch him and what to say. That being said, he’d never admit such a thing and instead presents himself as a soft/service dom who exists to please and praise you (which doesn’t last particularly long because repression isn’t easy for a walking open book like him).

E - Experience

how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?

Due to the situation surrounding his life and death, Thomas had very little to no experience before the two of you started being intimate. At the very most he may have had a few less than appropriate moments with Isabelle or written some more lewd pieces of poetry, but you were definitely his first time.

F - Favourite Position

what is their favourite position?

Being somewhat traditional, Thomas tends to lean towards missionary. It’s simple and doesn’t require too much prep — and, as an additional perk, it gives him ample room to admire, kiss you and generally hold you as closely as he’d like.

G - Goofy

how serious are they in the moment?

Thomas approaches sex with a significant degree of reverence; it’s a way for him to demonstrate his devotion to you and a show of pure trust and vulnerability. So, as could be expected, the idea of joking around during sex is a completely foreign concept and would probably shock him — especially if it came entirely out of a left field.

H - Hair

how well groomed are they?

When it comes to his grooming habits, Thomas is rather meticulous and takes a great amount of pride and care in his appearance — or, rather, he was well taken care of in life and that carried through to his death. He has a decent smattering of curly dark hair around the base of his shaft, a few shades darker than the hair on his head, as well as a thin happy trail, but not much more than that.

I - Intimacy

how romantic are they in the moment?

Thomas is nothing if not a hopeless romantic and that translates brilliantly to his approach to intimacy — or, rather, he tries his best to be romantic for as long as he can. He does his best with what he has (which, given his being dead, isn’t much) by pampering you with his words and his body — worshipping you from the crown of your head to your ankles with his hands and mouth whilst reciting sonnets and declarations in your name, not considering his needs until he’s sated with his worship of you.

J - Jack Off

how often do they masturbate? how?

Prior to your relationship, Thomas tended to rely solely on masturbation to sate himself — which itself was quite an issue for him as he struggled with the idea of it being a deeply shameful act whilst finding it almost necessary for himself in death. It was always a quick and private affair; done whilst he was huddled away in a room or nook away from the other ghosts, biting down on his fist to keep himself quiet with his latest crush’s name on the tip of his tongue (and their image on his mind as he finished). After the two of you got together he stopped pretty much entirely, preferring to seek you out whenever he was in the mood, though he’d likely be up for mutual masturbation as a form of foreplay or some other incorporation of the act into your sex life so long as it resulted in you being intimate in one way or another.

K - Kink

what are some of their kinks?

Although one would assume him to be rather mild or vanilla given the fact that he died during the regency era as a virgin, Thomas can be shockingly kinky once you get him out of his shell. Some of his main kinks include:

Praise — giving & receiving

Body Worship — giving

Outdoor Sex

Light Hair Pulling — receiving

Mild Dirty Talk — receiving

Cock Warming — receiving

L - Location

what are their favourite places to have sex?

Assuming you met after passing away, any sexual activity would be mostly kept to your bedroom with occasional rendezvous by the lake or in an empty room away from the other ghosts when the need arises. Though in life he’d potentially be up for some light foreplay in carriages between estates if you proposed it.

M - Motivation

what turns them on?

It’s startlingly easy to turn him on as everything about you arouses him in one way or another — be that your voice, your body or your actions. Hell doing so little as interlocking your hands or leaning over to whisper something in his ear can send his thoughts spiralling and bring about a very sudden need to cross his legs for propriety’s sake.

N - No

what won't they do in the bedroom?

Thomas outright refuses to do anything that physically harms or degrades you — so humiliation, pain play and sexual torture are all solidly out of the question, as are other things of that nature.

O - Oral

do they prefer to give or receive? how good are they?

Whilst Thomas is partial to giving oral as a part of his very thorough foreplay, he’s far from opposed to receiving it — even if he does tend to get rather flustered at the suggestion no matter how long you’ve been together.

When giving, Thomas well and truly gives his all, openly and unabashedly showing you that he enjoys the act just as much as you. Your legs are over his shoulders and his hands are massaging your thighs and hips — long fingers tracing patterns into your skin as he pulls you tightly against his mouth. His lips are also incredibly soft and his tongue is shockingly dextrous — so expect him to make full use of both as he stimulates and delivers you to your peak as many times as you’ll allow him to.

When receiving, Thomas is reeling from the overwhelming pleasure and the lingering shock of you propositioning this at all (which would still be apparent no matter how many times you’ve been on your knees to him). He’s very gentle with you, holding himself back to the best of his abilities to not hurt or startle you whilst stammering out the most lewd poetry one could imagine — all rather loudly, of course. The sight and feel and sounds of you going down on him eventually get too much for the poor man to handle and he’ll end up thrusting into your mouth eventually, caressing your face gently and apologising between his praise as you feel so good that he just can’t help himself but move with you.

P - Pace

are they fast or slow? are they rough or gentle?

Most of the time, Thomas tends to prefer a slower and more intimate pace — enjoying being able to take his time with you for as long he’s he’d like (and it’s hardly as if you’re on a time crunch, being dead and all that). Though he does acknowledge that a faster and rougher pace has its place — namely when one of you is in a more possessive mood or you have a quick moment between meetings and clubs when one of you (usually Thomas) has gotten rather worked up.

Q - Quickie

what is their opinion on quickies? how often would they have them?

Given how easily (and, as a result, frequently) Thomas finds himself rather hot under the collar, quickies will become something of a normal part of your routine. Usually they won’t consist of outright sex so much as it’s just a handjob or oral before you return to whatever meeting/discussion/club that you slipped out of — unless you yourself have a high sex drive, at which point things become both more involved on your end and more obvious to your housemates.

R - Risk

are they willing to experiment?

Given that you’re both, well, rather dead and not getting any dead-er, there isn’t anything stopping you from going to certain extremes and experimenting in the bedroom. Well, aside from the fact that you’re trapped on the estate and are unable to interact with any objects other than what you had on you when you died — and Thomas’ unwillingness to cause you any mental or physical harm. So, in a word, you don’t really have the means to experiment or take many risks beyond slightly altered versions of vanilla sex.

S - Stamina

how long can they last? how many rounds?

Due to the whole ghost thing, stamina isn’t really a concern for Thomas or yourself so much as privacy and scheduling. If you wished to, the two of you could spend days at a time making love to one another but unfortunately your fellow ghosts and the living guests of Button house kind of make that impossible (or, at least, impossible for anyone with a desire for privacy — so anyone at the estate other than Julian or Robin).

T - Toys

do they own any toys? do they use them on their partner?

Being a ghost, this isn’t really something that’s on the table for Thomas — and even if it was he’d take a lot of convincing and would be incredibly flustered at the prospect. That being said, it’s common courtesy to have to muffle him during sex from how loud he gets by using his cravat as a makeshift gag — so that’s the closest you’d really get to a sex toy in the afterlife.

U - Unfair

do they like to tease?

Thomas is a giver above anything else in the bedroom and pretty much lives to please you (if you’ll forgive the rather ironic phrasing of that). Like he’ll happily spend hours worshipping you from head to toe, diving between your legs and tracing poetry into your skin with his fingertips and tongue — all for your enjoyment of course. However he can at times get carried away with his foreplay and, thus, can and has accidentally teased and edged you until you lost your patience and started half-begging-half-instructing him to just fuck you already.

V - Vocal

how loud are they?

This man is incredibly loud during sex, to the extent that gagging him is a necessity if you don’t want to be on the receiving end of a very thorough scolding from Fanny or the Captain (or a very thorough mocking from Julian or Humphrey — with the latter being more sarcastic in his delivery). Though during foreplay, when he’s focused solely on you, he’s much quieter and more coherent and puts all of his effort into praising and revering you through his words whilst he ravishes and worships your body with his own.

W - Wild Card

a random headcanon for the character

Given that Thomas has little to no experience in the bedroom and also has an intense desire to please you, he’d probably ask you (in a very roundabout, somewhat flustered manner) to show him how best to touch you. Whether you show him in a more hands on way or just masturbate in front of him, he’d take all of your comments and suggestions to heart — which would then lead to a much more enjoyable time together during foreplay and sex.

X - X-ray

what's under their clothing?

Thomas’ dick is actually rather pretty, being rather long and slender and smooth. The tip is ever so slightly darker in colour than the shaft and it has a slight upwards curve when erect, but there’s not much otherwise in the way of noticeable veins or such.

Y - Yearning

how often do they want sex?

Thomas has a decently high libido if only because he’s so easy to set off. Like on his own he’ll initiate sex between once a day and once every two days depending on what’s going on — but with how simple it is to arouse him you’ll likely end up being intimate more often than that.

Z - Zzzzzz

how easily/quickly do they fall asleep after the act?

Whilst he can and does spend a great deal of time praising and adoring you after sex, once you’re both settled and comfortable it doesn’t take him very long to start to nod off. He’ll usually be out within ten to fifteen minutes after your conversation dies down — assuming that nobody (read: Mike accidental, Kitty oblivious, or Julian very intentional) walks in and disturbs you.

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