You can call me Thorn, Prince or Anomaly, I'm an adult autistic genderqueer man who mainly uses he/it/they pronouns, my main blog is @thornheartless. I selfship so you'll see posts related to that here, one of which I will never live down. For sfw selfship posts, see @thornheartfelt.
The userboxes below were made by myself. You can use the fae one with credit to my main blog but I'd prefer for other people to not use the Nada one at all.
BDSM test results under the cut, for fun, and for a vague idea of some stuff to expect here.
Also as a head up, there will be somno stuff, oviposition, breeding and (non-lethal, pred POV) vore here. Also occasional heat/rut/omegaverse vibe stuff because it scratches an itch in my brain. Listing those things specifically as a warning because I do not tag specific kinks. The identifying as fae and considering myself a changeling isn't a bit, I fall under the alterhuman umbrella and see myself as nonhuman.
kneeling on the ground between the priest's legs as he looks down at you from the pew. he shoves his boot between your legs and makes you ride it to earn forgiveness, a rosary in one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other. send post.
a priest who recites his scripture in your ear as he fucks you, just hoping it will atone him of his awful sins, stuttering on his words as his pleasure overwhelms him. eventually he loses his focus, his mind lost on how good you make his cock feel, only able to whimper out "oh, God, forgive me, please" as his orgasm rocks his body â€ïž
Cecil lies spread out on your bed, under you and all languid and loose-limbed from your thorough, talented fingers working him open. With his eyes lidded, and face tinted pink with blush, he was a sight for sore eyes.
This was a big thing for you and Cecil, but especially Cecil. Cecil loved control. He thrives on it, eats it for breakfast, lunch and dinner, itâs not something he releases easily. So for him to give up that control and let you take care of him for once, allowing you to take the reins and he be the passenger is a huge sign of the amount of trust you have gained from him. And to you, his trust is a delicate, prized possession, one that can be easily obliterated with one wrong move.
âYou just had your fingers up my ass.â He pants. âWhat the hell do you think?â
You scoff. âCan never give me a straight answer, can you?â
You reach over to the bedside table and grab the lube.
Cecil follows the movement. He lets out a stuttered sigh.
âYeah, Iâm alright.â
He tries to be nonchalant, his typical detached self but his facade is crumbling by the second - his cock is hard, dripping onto his abdomen as his chest rises and falls like a machine, and his eyes are glazed with more desire than he would ever admit to you or himself.
You lather a generous amount of lube all over your length, ensuring every inch is covered - you donât want Cecil to be any more uncomfortable than he already is, or will be.
âIâm not getting any younger down here.â Cecil states dryly with a bored expression on his face. Always so impatient.
âYes, I see that.â
A chuckle escapes you at Cecilâs scowl. You canât help yourself - he needs to relax, loosen up, deflate to release that pent up stress he carries around with him everywhere he goes and if teasing him a little is the way to do this, then so be it.
You press a kiss to his cheek. âJust relax, okay? I wonât hurt you.â
Cecil taking a deep breath and releasing. He nods.
Your cock-head catches on Cecilâs eased, soft hole, causing his breath to hitch. His hand grasps at your shoulder.
âFuck. Just hurry up already.â
Getting him to beg isnât so hard. Cecil is far more submissive than he lets on and his outward personality does not fool you one bit. Especially not now.
âNo, no. Itâs better this way.â You tell him, eyes attached to where youâre both touching. Your hand circles your length, running the flesh up and down Cecilâs perineum. He shivers.
âYou better-ââ
He cuts himself off with a sharp gasp. Or rather you cut him off with your dick as you languidly ease yourself into him, eyes rolling briefly as you feel his heat hugging you, latching onto you with desperate intent.
Cecilâs eyes squeeze shut, his hands now gripping the sheets while you sink into him and pry him open mercilessly, stretching him to the brim. His teeth are close to making his bottom lip bleed. A breath he didnât realise he was holding burst out of him.
âYouâreâŠyouâre fucking bigger than you look.â
You laugh, shortly because you choke when Cecil shifts, involuntary clenching around you as he did. A ghost of a smile graces Cecilâs lips.
Leaning over him, you take in his flushed face, his near-white eyelashes, the lines contouring his face, the loose, marred skin decorated the side of his face. You truly think Cecil does not understand the effect he has on you.
âAre you okay?â
Cecil grunts. He sounds like heâs annoyed.
âYes..Yes. Now move. Slowly.â
You donât have to be told twice.
You pull back, pulling all the way out to the tip, then reel yourself back into his magnetic heat, soft, slow like he demanded. He moans in his throat, bobbing as he does so.
Itâs clear to you that heâs attempting to smother his sounds of pleasure - the lip bites, the jaw clenches and the gaping mouth. Itâs like he wants to hide, seperate himself from you even as you commit the most intimate act upon him. You wonât let that happen.
You pull out, completely, and Cecil barely has time to think of phrasing the question before you spearing back into him, sharply, hips meeting his ass, but not rough. Still slow. Still gentle.
A gasp breezes out of his mouth, pleasure sparking through him, his eyes wide, becoming even wider when you grab his wrists, pinning them at either side of his head. He huffs and puffs, surprised, already half-gone and youâre nowhere near finished with him.
âLet me see you.â
His blush deepens and his glare only pinches you. If he really didnât want this, he would make it well known to you.
âInsubordinate in bed too?â He comments as casually as he can manage. âSurprise, surprise.â
âAnd I didnât know you were so pissy in the sheets as well as on the streets, Cece.â
You press your lips to his, catching his retort in your mouth and straightening out his glare in the midst of it and picking up your pace, just a bit, enough for the dull plap plap plap sounds to echo around the both of you. Small chants of breath leave him with each thrust you grant him, deep and steady. You feel him wrap his legs around your hips, drawing you in close like he wants you and him to become one.
You guess he doesnât want to be separated from you now.
Cecil shoves your hands off him, freeing his wrist from the shackles of your nimble fingers before reaching up and yanking you down to him by tangling his hands in your hair.
He looks at you, staring into your eyes with that steel-gaze that makes you want to do anything he asks, anything he desires, anything he needs. You breaths meddle together in between the both of you, overrun with pleasure and want, tethering towards a climax.
âIâm not made of glass.â He says, huffing. âYou think I canât handle a bit of rough shit? Iâve had it harder than this.â
His egotistical spit is slightly dulled by the redness of his head and face, the faint wheeze in his chest and the quiver of his body, but you donât let that stop you from giving him what heâs clearly asking for.
You waste no time yanking him by the thighs, pushing them up by his sides, straining them surely but if the audible whine that crawls out of his mouth and nails which dig into your biceps are anything to go by, then you donât think Cecil minds so much.
Cecilâs writhing body bounces up and down on the bed, rattled by the ferocity of your thrusts. Curses fly out of his mouth and when he gasps, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, you know youâve hit that spot that will have him spiralling.
âFuck, fuck!â Cecil shouts, arching into you as you let go of one thigh to tweak at nipples, pert and hard, aching for attention.
His hand reaches down to his leaking, red cock, promptly circling it with his hand and tugging quickly. He throws his head back onto the pillow in ecstasy, adamâs apple bobbing and mouth drooling open as you lean all of your weight on him, your length probing at his prostate and thatâs all it takes for him to cum, tumbling over the edge with a whiny groan - one so uncharacteristic of him yet so endearing and charming - that rings around the sex-dewed room. Short streaks of cum spurt across his stomach, melding into the weathered, stretched sculpture of his abdomen. His once pinched expression relaxes as he does, deflating in a face of pure pleasure and relief. He sinks into the mattress, head fuzzy as you continue to fuck him through his orgasm.
Cecil involuntarily pulls you closer with his unsoiled hand, breathing over your lips as he wrangles through his cataclysmic climax, toes curling and hips jerking into yours, seizing your dick around him like his yearning to drain your balls dry. Heâd probably succeed with that goal.
âDonâtâŠdonât cum insideâŠfuck. Iâm not in the mood for that mess.â
You press your wet foreheads together, groaning while your balls tighten, a knot drawn up so tight and taut just waiting to be unraveled. Your jaw clenches and you pull out of him swiftly, jerking yourself off until youâre spilling white ropes all over Cecilâs cock as well as his stomach and chest, making an artful mess of his body like a canvas. He yelps at your actions, unmoving and seemingly shocked at the load that keeps pumping out of you.
âJesus.â Cecil curses, eyes white as he peers down at his torso, painted in splatters of sticky white cum. âLook at this messâŠâ
It is a mess - a mixture of both you and Cecilâs substance covering him almost comically, so much that he looks like he just walked out of a cheaply made porno shoot.
Heâs never looked better.
âAh. Sorry about that.â You say, not sounding very apologetic at all. You sit back on your heels, dragging the last drops of cum out of you, swabbing your cock over Cecilâs flaccid one, making him gasp. Damn, it was a lot.
âThatâs enough.â Cecil sits up, wincing at the feeling of his now sodden torso and sensitive cock. âGet me some-ââ
But youâre way ahead of him, already plucking wipes from your bedside table, cleaning up Cecilâs stained body and hands dutifully. You meet his eye, smiling. He looks away, grumbling, but the red of his ear tells all.
Once you are both mostly dry and unstained, you lie down next to each other, Cecil in your arms despite his waspish protests and you, resting your chin on top of his bald head, holding him warm and close while you both bask in the afterglow.
âCecil.â
âWhat?â
âDid you enjoy it? The sex, I mean.â
He scoffs. Heâs quiet for a moment before speaking up.
ââŠYeah. It was good.â
You beam. Thatâs the best youâre going to get from him and Cecilâs approval and comfort is all you need right now. You kiss the top of his head.
attackdog puppyplay where I rip your enemies to bloody pieces and then lay my head in your lap to hear âattaboyâ and feel fingers in my sweaty, bloody hair
pls ignore if you dont feel comfortable writing for this BUT what do you think cecils headcannons are can be sfw or nsfw i just wanna hear your thoughts
hi baby! sorry this took so long :(
- cecil is honestly sooooo nasty
- he knows you love him in his suits, weither it be the full outfit or the sleeves rolled up above his elbows to show some skin
- he always makes a sneaky comment
- âyou just going to stand there?â
- a smirk never fails to grace his face when he sees you drooling from across the room
- he is a little lazyâheâd never admit it but he loves just being able to pull his cock out from his pants
- when you two are alone in his office, he doesnât shy away from a quick blowjob
- âso fucking nasty.â heâll say with his hand back against your hair
- he hisses when you first take him into his mouth but again, heâs is sooooo nasty
- he lovessss facefucking, he loves having control, nothing new
- he nearly cums too quickly every time, just the drool rushing from your mouth, your face all hot and messy
- cecil alwaysssss pushes your head and keeps it at the base whenever he cums
- he doesnât waste a drop ^3^
- âjesus- fuck!â heâs hutch over onto your body so he makes sure youâre as far as you can go
- he adores coming on your body
- he literally thinks heâs marking his territory
Imagine sexting with your f/o. Imagine all the dirty things they say they want to do to you over text. Imagine them sending text after text begging to do things to them. Would they send you nudes? Imagine them being so turned on by you that they can't help but show how aroused they are in a picture sent to you and only you for your pleasure.
shoutout to the people who have the worst gag reflexes and cannot take their f/o's whole cock or even much more than the tip. your fave still loves you and will accommodate you so you're not choking/gagging/throwing up bc they don't want to hurt you đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
