[intolerablexsacrifice, for Thomas, pick a verse any verse] 💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

{ Nonverbal Starters }

Oh Heavens, look. The dear thing thought himself clever. Thomas maintained an uninterested expression – his focus seemingly on the sea, and the horizon it reached to. When James was just close enough he couldn’t escape, he turned what had likely been meant as a sweet kiss on the cheek into something a little more – intense.

They had plenty of time, of course – with the night settling in, there was little to be done but rest. Leaning away, Thomas gave his dear lieutenant – ah, captain, – a wink before patting his chest and moving to step past him. Admittedly expecting him to be frozen enough not to react just yet – but, then, it had been ten years….

Who knew what else might have changed, aside from a simple surname.

@intolerablexsacrifice

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

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

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….

💦 from jack to thomas ( !!!! )

{ Nonverbal Starters }

Head thrown back in wanton abandon, Thomas failed to contain himself properly as a groan tore itself from his throat. One hand anchored itself in Jack’s hair, fingers threading through the strands to take a firm and steadying grip – careful not to yank, but holding sure enough to cause no doubt to the pleasure that was racing through him as his lover’s tongue pressed firmly along his length, sinful in its familiarity with his form and all the ways to twist him directly toward the purest bliss.

Thankfully, matters such as this tended to be – generally overlooked – amid pirate crews. That most were ashore at any rate admittedly lowered his inhibitions further, which was perhaps not the politest thing in the world, but he was well past caring as his other hand had to twist into the soft cotton of his lover’s shirt, if only to keep himself from shifting too violently and upending them both from the fucking cot.

It was hardly his fault of course – if Jack would just be a little more accommodating this wouldn’t be nearly so difficult, but the bastard did love his sense of control. With his arm braced around the man’s middle he was able to angle up enough to begin returning administrations, though the jolt of Jack’s hips damn near undid him, he managed to maintain matters a moment before falling back onto the cot and laughing at the ridiculousness of this.

“Fuck, Jack, this isn’t working,” He smacked the man’s back, trying to encourage him to move from his singular focus, “Jack!” This was an accident waiting to happen, christ!

❌❌ Derek!

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

Since “I don’t know” is not an answer I can accept, I instead chose to offer the reasons why I don’t know.

Derek hasn’t really had much opportunity to explore this aspect of life. He’s been on a ship from the day he was born, and the men on the Illinois were family in every sense of the word – they raised him and are the ones who shaped him into the man he has become.

What little he gleaned from Buford he doesn’t like to reflect too deeply upon for obvious reasons, but it has instilled a quiet repulsion in him for most activities in this regard when they involve other men – and most especially when the other man in question has any kind of power over him.

There have been a few periods in which the crew entertained ladies aboard the ships during peacetime, that he got some action in – but here it was rather rushed and a bit confusing. There wasn’t a lot of time to explore, or really figure out what he liked and what he didn’t. While he classes these experiences as completely pleasurable, he doesn’t really remember the finer details of them to provide much insight.

💦 from james to jack

{ Nonverbal Starters }

It was a reckless thing, to trust someone so intimately as to not only bare ones whole body before them without an ounce of shame – but to go so far as to allow that person to bind ones hands above ones head, making that vulnerability all the more intent in the danger that entrapment posed – was a heady and wild matter the likes of which Jack could only consider the height of madness.

There was no doubt in his heart that he loved James Norrington more than could ever be counted as wise or even particularly sane. They had crossed every line imaginable for each other – had challenged the impossible for one another – had been both Orpheus and

Eurydice in their dance toward the life they lead now aboard the Pearl, as captain and first mate, as friends and lovers, as husbands for better and worse.

And yet still there were moments like these when Jack found himself boggled by how deeply and irrevocably assured their mutual destruction had become, if only for the fact that two men who trusted one another this completely could in turn only truly be ruined by the other.

In that particular moment, James was quite determined to ruin him in most delightful fashions indeed. A gasp was torn from him – as were the last of his ruminations – as he found himself drawn deep into a familiar heat. His hands tightened their grip on his bonds, twisting in the leather in search of purchase as his back arched above the cot in a strange mixture of pleasurable frustration, seeking more – seeking anything to ease the tightness of his own arousal.

“Jem,” There was a low rasp in his voice, a hint of warning that he was growing frustrated with this inability to run his hands all over the damn man and be the one driving him insane, “You – “ Whatever he had been about to say was lost in the wake of a single idiotic error. Looking down, he found himself pinned by the stormy gaze of his beloved – which on any other occasion could be distracting enough – but to see those beautiful lips stretched over himself – in truth, Jack lost all capacity to think of anything beyond that particular visual.

💦 FROM JACK TO STEPHEN IM SCREAMING HOLMES

{ Nonverbal Starters }

“Jesus,” The prayer fell from his lips unbidden and unwanted even as his head fell back slightly, unable to bear gazing down at the lewd sight Jack had made of himself. Firm hands kept his thighs spread wide, which was perhaps the only thing keeping Stephen steady at the moment as he fought to keep himself silent against the sensations – marvelling, momentarily, at how much easier it was to resist a sound against pain than it was to deny his voice against pleasure.

He could not tell from where the tremble in his hand stemmed as he brought it up to sift through the captain’s hair, catching at the nape of his neck with more uncertainty than he had known in ages. He did not know whether he wanted Jack to stay exactly where he was, or if he wanted to pull him back and regain some semblance of control over himself and the situation.

In the end, the decision was made for him by some fiendish trick of the tongue. One moment he was caught in the midst of debate – the next, he was gripping Jack firmly and canting his hips up in unspoken demand without any conscious decision on his part. It was all he could do, in that moment, not to set a rhythm right then and make use of what was being offered to him.

Slowly, reluctantly, he eased his grip and urged Jack off, unwilling to risk obstructing his breathing – though some wild part of him wanted to sink into this completely, he could not bring himself to dare. Instead, he regained his grip on the man’s hair and tilted his head back, sinking down off the chair and onto the floor with him, legs straddling either side of Jack’s hips as he bowed his head to kiss him soundly – demanding his focus somewhere a bit less scintillating, if only to keep his control somewhere he felt he was steady enough to be a contributing party rather than an overwhelmed one.

🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? / 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? / 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? [ for abigail! ]

{ Relationship Inquiries }

🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first?

Our dear author is deeply dedicated to truthfulness and honesty. While she may not confess herself right away ( generally attempting to come to terms with what she is feeling, as often times she doesn’t at all understand what is going on until someone makes exactly the right remark for her to realize it has a name and it is indeed as she suspects ) it does not sit well with her to withhold information.

Abigail is as opposed to lies of omission as she is to blatant falsehoods, so if she is certain or if she feels she should say something, she will prove herself to be shockingly bold. This however, is generally due to the fact that by the time she is ready to say how she feels, she trusts that the response will be kind.

Not accepting, but kind – she does not expect to be desirable in such fashions, so much as she does to be treated with respect and kept on as a friend despite her one-sided emotions which are sure to fade in time.

💋Are they more sensual or sexual?

Abigail is a sensual creature – even once she is woken to sexual acts, it is softer things that make her heart race. She predicted a loveless marriage in her future, one without desire but with frequent consumption for the need of heirs. She was prepared for sex in her life, for the monotony of missionary arrangements – but not for passion.

At no point in her life was she prepared to be desired in a way that might prompt long periods of kissing and touching, for the overwhelming sensation of being treated like something precious and adored. For Abigail, the foreplay is everything, and is not necessarily a lead into sex so much as a display of love that exceeds words and passes into physical manifestations.

📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner?

Reading, or going for long walks. She loves quiet time with the person she is closest to, and the sensation of knowing how the world can be so big and yet, when they are together, it feels so comfortably close.

👄– kissing them on their jaw ( to theo !! )

{ Nonverbal Starters }

Theodore would never deny how deeply it pleased him when Bram would shuck aside his nerves and initiate matters, for he always had such sweet ways of beginning what could at times become rather rigorous exercises in passion. Other times, these little displays were nothing more than placating actions, and Theodore was only too glad to allow himself to be manipulated into calm so that Bram could be frustrated and sharp without fear of repercussions later in the day.

( In truth, Theodore had a feeling Bram didn’t even know he was manipulating matters when he did so – it just came and went, his bad moods and his good ones, with no true recollection of having used a good mood to garner smooth sailing through a terrible one )

All of this culminated into reasons why Theodore adored Bram so deeply – they shared in something that was intimately their own, but the men the world had made them to be were not compromised because of it. His lover was still every bit the incomparable, collected lord of Edrington, a man of impeccable standing in society and respectable ( if at times questionable and terrible ) military advantage.

He could be cold – astonishingly aloof in a world so passionate in it’s whipping around him – and he could be unyielding and devastating in turns. There was a thread of steel in his spine that Theodore adored, even when it could at times turn itself upon him as the weight of the world settled too heavily upon familiar shoulders.

By contrast, Theodore was as warm and malleable as ever to the fates he found himself facing. He challenged convention at every turn, and faced battle with the economic mind of a man who would see it finished not for glory, but for the interest of the adventure after it. He lived a life that lacked regret, and it made him stand out among his companions in ways that were not always complimentary.

Perhaps it was a touch of Theodore rubbing off on Bram in these moments, when the whole world seemed to grow still and all that mattered was the joy they shared together. Just as, sometimes, Theodore thought a little of Bram had rubbed off on him when he found himself directing something with more grace than usual.

Either way it mattered little to Theodore as he hauled Bram up in answer, setting him on his desk almost primly, and answered his gentle start with an unquestioning passion. They had all the time in the world, and he fully intended to utilize it as he anchored himself at his lover’s hips and began to kiss his neck with unbridled adoration.