❌❌❌ [ for G-D WHO AM I EVEN FORGETTING AT THIS POINT theodore! ]

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

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  • Theodore is a man who likes his pleasure the way he likes his life – loud, exciting, and full of abandon. He prefers it when he has the freedom to be as energetic as he pleases – and there is nothing he enjoys more than driving his partner to new heights, particularly if he can urge them into being as vocal as he himself can at times become. He considers it a great thrill and reward when he can unlock his partner’s jaw and have them forget the world in favor of surrendering completely to pleasure, frankly. 

  • Long, luxurious massage sessions. It doesn’t even have to end in sex ( though let’s face it – they usually do ) He enjoys making his partners melt, yes, but knowing that the lasting effects will help them in their regular tasks later is an additional bonus he really does enjoy. Of course, because he employs the art of the sensual massage as often as he can, the occasional need based massage he delivers is not only exceptional, it also has the habit of sending the mind places it ought not to be going. 

  • Sensory deprivation / tactile stimulation are two of his favorite things to play with. Blindfolds and feathers? Leather and silk? Oh yes. 

❌❌❌❌❌ Charles!

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

Due to the fact I have covered a lot of this already in other headcanon requests cause ya’ll straight up have a favorite in this house, I am going to short form this real fast. 

  • Confident partners. IDK if that counts as a kink but listen he has no interest in simpering or weakness in his life and that damn well includes in the bedroom. 

  • Taking his time. He doesn’t get the opportunity to due this very often? For the most part its a very grab and go situation, especially with people who are straight up using sex as a manipulative measure. Letting the man actually fucking enjoy himself rather than immediately perform on your time goes a long way. 

  • Slightly exhibitionist. Like very slightly and not really deliberately – he just really likes having sex where he can see the stars, which usually means more or less in the open and thus risking the chance of being seen, which doesn’t bother him in the slightest, so there is that. 

  • Cleanliness. Is this a kink or a preference, who knows anymore? That said, baths and swimming being involved at any point is generally a win here. 

  • Aftercare. Honestly he prefers partners who stay for the cuddles afterward. He’ll never fucking admit it, but that shit’s 90% of the reason he fucks in the first place, so….

❝ I am no longer a child! ❞ from william the child to horatio

{ 100 Random Starters

What had he done in his previous life that was so atrocious as to be worthy of a karma this tainted and unfortunate? Horatio did not often lament in a fashion quite so exasperated as this – indeed, more often than not his grief ran far too deeply down melancholic chains for something so light as a mere nuisance such as this, but as it was he found himself fettered by obligation – he could not outright ignore the outburst, but nor could he blatantly punish it, what with the boy’s rank. Finally, after some consideration, he opted to travel down a middle path that acknowledged matters while also showing them no favor, in the hopes that it might mitigate damage appropriately. 

“Such protestations undermine your intentions, Mister Blakeney. A man’s wisdom is best shown by knowing when to argue and when to keep quiet,” That might have been pointed enough, but there was another element to address that Horatio felt obligated to point out as one who often felt out of his depth due to his age, “If you do not wish to be treated as a child, you must never acknowledge the idea you may be seen as one – and any who may attempt to use your youth against you, I would suggest you ignore or outwit, for the more you argue the more certain they will become in their assessment of you.”  

Learning James’ Truth

There were no words spoken in their reunion. To see James McGraw again was so many ways a dream that there was no hesitation in Thomas to reach for him – to hold on to this piece of sunlight in his past that had somehow found its way into his present and cradle it as the precious treasure it was. Time fell away in that moment, leaving only warmth and welcome for something thought long lost. 

This honeymoon period was not built to last – with nearly a decade passed between them, Thomas and James had a great many things to discuss. While I have crafted various verses for what comes next, the immediate responses have been rather deliberately bypassed in each and every one of them for one very simple reason:

I fucking hate writing confrontation, and Thomas is a fucking hurricane that has just been provoked in the most dramatic and dangerous of fashions. No matter how good a man may be, to learn the things that Thomas did with the simple introduction to the fact that James McGraw and Captain Flint are in fact the same person does not result in good choices. 

Thomas will reach the point where he understands what James did, and he understands that James did not know the truth of what had happened to him, in the heat of that moment there are three terrible truths to confront: 

  1. The sensation of having been abandoned by James.
  2. The knowledge that James possessed the power to save him. 
  3. The realization that James murdered his parents.

Thomas’ response to this was not rational. It was not right. But it was perfectly valid in consideration to all that he was feeling. 

He struck James. Of this I do not doubt. And how that fight escalated and ended is verse dependent but if you think for one second Thomas wouldn’t lash out at the man responsible for his mother’s death I really don’t know what to tell you. 

While he does regret the action, he has a right to that anger. He has a right to the hurt that he felt that day and he has a right to continue to have days where these things hurt him. These are issues that Thomas and James need to work through and depending on verse they may be alright, they may be buried or they may be healed, but they are a factor between them and to ignore that is a disservice to Thomas – and in its own way, to James as well. To ignore it denies them any chance at real recovery, and that is not something I am okay with.

Concerning Captain Flint

On the plantation, news was something that came rather rarely and was often treated as a bit of an event. Things were organized so that handlers oversaw specific groups, which they directed through the day and disciplined as needed. Once a month, representatives from each group would get to go to a meeting at the main house, and hear the news which they would then bring to their group and share. 

These gatherings were generally quite festive, and for that reason it was a different representative every month, so that everyone had an opportunity to enjoy them. It was a shockingly fair system, but then that was the purpose of the place – to build itself up as a humane method of slavery, but that is a whole other discussion. 

In any case, often times these meetings contained stories of piracy, for they were exciting and easy entertainment for otherwise dull and focused lives. Tales of Flint, by the time they reached Savannah, were broader and more sensationalized than the truth could ever hope to be. 

At no point did Thomas ever consider that the notorious Captain Flint might in fact be his dear James McGraw. Not so much because he believed the lieutenant incapable of cruelty – he was a Naval Officer that capacity came with the territory and Thomas never once doubted in it. Rather, the idea that James McGraw could become a man so fantastical and not do something about Thomas’ predicament was too impossible to believe. 

Even when he learned Flint killed his parents in a targeted attack he did not suspect – his father had many enemies. His own uncles might well have paid for the assassination and it had gone too far, for all he knew. So to learn that Flint and McGraw were one in the same – it was a shock. Though again, that is it’s own tale.

The Murder Of The Hamiltons

Thomas heard of his parents deaths through a handler. By that point, he had been on the plantation for some time, and had formed a sort of comfortable society for himself. While it was hardly home, his complicated sense of gratitude for being there made it easy for him to adjust and eventually come to forge relationships with his fellow castaways and even those who held control over his liberty. 

The news, when it first struck, was – difficult. The loss of his mother destroyed him. Knowing how much she had done and how hard she had fought on his behalf, in many ways seeing her as his only champion in the whole of the world, the idea that she was so cruelly taken from it ravaged him in ways that felt insurmountable. 

There were times when he felt like he could not breathe – days when he was so bitterly furious with his inability to protect her, with the way in which they parted, with the unfinished business between them that he had to find means of distracting himself. 

His emotions were so focused on his mother that his father was often an afterthought in his pain. There was so much unresolved, so many reasons for hate and dismissal, that Thomas was more frustrated when he found himself mourning the man when he ought to have been glad he was gone. 

Much of Thomas’ worst and most tumultuous periods of grief for his parents took place on the plantation, and he found ways to a tentative healing before learning the truth of Captain Flint and thus, the reasons behind their deaths – though that, of course, is it’s own issue. 

HERE’S A FUCKIN’ HEADCANON QUESTION: What would Thomas think of the fact that Flint killed Alfred Hamilton and his wife? On a related note, would he have suspected ‘Captain Flint’ to be James (assuming he’d heard anything about him on the plantation, idk what your headcanons are there) beforehand? If not, how the fuuuck would he react to James Telling Him About That Shit? JAZZHANDS JUST. TELL ME THINGS ABOUT THIS. TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS.

There is a lot of things to unpack here so I am going to split this into pieces and post them as properly framed headcanons:

  • The Murder Of The Hamiltons
  • Concerning Captain Flint
  • Learning James’ Truth

I cannot recall if I made a headcanon post about this or just went on about it with @intolerablexsacrifice but the long and short of it is, Thomas utilizes a form of classical conditioning with people who are in his sphere that he sees are in need of particular cues to respond to. The two most common cues he uses are a click of his tongue ( indicating disapproval ) or a low hum ( to indicate approval ) 

While these tricks are not something that Miranda responds to ( she saw through his game early ) the both of them utilize these against one another in a more playful manner. There is nothing subconscious about their reactions – Thomas knows when Miranda is giving him a straight up dressing down in public with a simple click of her tongue, just as Miranda knows when she has gone too far or is being teased by her idiot, constantly social experimenting husband. 

They don’t bother with humming so much – as they are married, they much prefer to use physical touch as a method of reward because it is something they both crave and are more than permitted to exchange socially. 

The difference between Thomas and Miranda clicking at one another, and Thomas clicking at James, or Peter Ashe, or even his own father, because yes he is daring enough to try that shit on Alfred Hamilton, is that with anyone other than Miranda, Thomas is training these people. It becomes subconscious to them, and it is notable especially with James and Peter, because they are receptive to it. 

Though they may not register it for what it is, Thomas is conditioning them to seek his favor – to prefer a hum over a click, to seek to avoid the sound of disappointment. Depending on the verse with James, this can be something that shifts into the same realm it held with Miranda – a means of communicating without words, without letting the world see what is really happening – a way of teasing and playing. 

Alternatively, it can remain a method of control, which shifts the power balance and keeps things from being wholly healthy between them – alternatively, it may be used as a means to communicate when PTSD is ravaging one or the other, in which case it is used as a means of helping one another navigate troubled waters and is more of a healing tool than a manipulative one. 

Pretty

intolerablexsacrifice:

@oceanfoamed (from here)

Flint stares at him. Then he stares some more, because it’s not immediately clear to him that Hal might be joking. His face twitches like he’s barely containing something (that something being both amusement and sheer exasperation with the bastard), the back of his neck warming. 

Always,” Flint says, dryly. Just for that, he fusses with the collar of Gates’ shirt again, then steps back to finally let the man breathe. “No harm in looking presentable, Hal. You’d think you’d been hauled through a bush coming in here.”

Every now and again, a man found himself faced with an age old choice: to mischief, or not to mischief. Hal considered himself a man with a great immunity to the urge of the former, but every now and again the temptation was so fucking heady he just could not restrain himself. 

“You never tell me I’m pretty though, so how’s a man to know?” He asked, not giving a fucking hint to the man whether or not this was a jest or a genuine criticism. Flint struggled at the best of times to read a room, and games like these were almost mean in a way because of it – but at the end of the day, Hal was only human.

Sometimes, he had to have a little bit of fun. 

“In case you missed it,” He gestured to the interior around them, “We’re surrounded by bush. I kept to the path, thank you. Not my fault I got a bit rustled up on the way in.” 

🤝 – holding their hand [ one flustered (1) lieutenant @ thomas, oh NO, HAND holding, how INAPPROPRIATE ]

{ Nonverbal Starters }

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The sensation of James’ hand in his own is something of a surprise – it is not often that his lieutenant takes such daring initiatives, and though he hums his approval and gives a gentle squeeze, he finds himself at war. On one hand he wants to reward this in a grand fashion – on the other, he wants James to see this as normal – as perfectly acceptable to the point it was not worthy of note beyond the comfort that it brought between them.

In the end, he decided they could work their way to that – for now, James was so new to everything, that he deserved to have his initiatives rewarded. Miranda would doubtless have something to say about spoiling when he told her about it later, but for now his focus was all on James as he shifted his grip and brought their joined hands up, so that he might press a kiss to the back of the man’s hand to show his appreciation.