#i'm going to hell

[rosedom]

there's just smth about big ol' macho men submitting—especially to someone smaller than them. now, i'm a pretty small guy, and i doubt i could physically overpower someone all that much bigger than me; but to have a strong man choose to submit? to let himself be manhandled by me? to know he could turn the tables at any moment, but won't—not when i'm so in charge already. it's beautiful, to me, the way he doesn't have to but wants to .

god. and it's not like i'd even be rough with the guy—i'll still be gentle as anything, naturally, coz it's me here, but smth about being able to fulfill a size kink in two ways: in being so much smaller than him, but in having a cock so much larger, too. my silicone cock would look frankly obscene between my legs, but it'll be so worth it to see the look of embarrassed excitement across a big man's face !!

i wanna have to use four fingers to prep him, having to stretch my smaller body across his larger one just to pepper him in kisses as i finger him open; i wanna have to have him bend down to kiss my lips as i nudge the thick head of my cock against his hole, such a fuckin' heavy weight between our legs; i wanna have to gently coo up at him and quiet his sobs while my cock fills him up to the brim.

just big guys who deserve an even bigger cock in them <33

[annanuna-arts]

Being able to draw is both a gift and a curse

[mysticaleyeliner]

Some more Bildad Blackout Bible Blasphemy from the Book of Job for all you goblins!

[spicesprinkles]

The Dark Warrior & the Desert Prince

All the world faded away, time stood still as the two of them hovered on the precipice of something forbidden, something intoxicatingly dangerous.

"Whether you want to admit the truth to yourself or not, we were made for each other, little mouse. Bred for each other. In another life, another time, you and I were to rule side-by-side."

Paul hesitated, conflicted between the want to close the distance between them and the fear of the consequences giving in to his darkest impulses meant.

Feyd's smirk is cruel and inviting. He swayed forward, gaze never dropping from Paul's spice-laden blue eyes, to brush his lips against the tender skin of his neck, feeling the pulse of Paul's heartbeat quicken beneath his touch.

Closing his eyes, Paul lets himself succumb to the intoxicating scent of Feyd's presence, musky and warm, letting it fill his senses with a heady rush of want.

"Maybe we can still," he whispers.

[valiantroeagleangel]

Random Nicholas thought

NSFW

You slowly opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue, your erratic breathing fanning on his thighs as you looked at the man above you with doe eyes.

"Oh, look at you, sweetheart." One of his hands came to cup your cheek, forcing you to stand up on your knees. His voice was smooth, like a pleasant music mesmerizing you but you didn't answer him, you didn't even move or swallow the spit that started to congregate on the tip of your tongue and threatened to fall on his shoes.

His thumb gently brushed the top of your cheek and you unconsciously leaned for his touch, your eyes fluttering closed in the movement. His hand was hot, soothing, contrasting with the way your knees were hurting from the cold concrete ground. Supporting your own weight began to be painful and you knew your knees would be bruised or at least red tomorrow morning, little rocks stabbing straight into your thin skin, but that didn't matter either. No, nothing mattered except for Nicholas' touch. Except for the way his body was towering over you and how you were ready to do anything he would ask for.

"Will you behave for me?" He calmly demanded, his voice as low as always and you opened back your eyes. He stared at you, waiting for your response until you nodded, finally closing your mouth to swallow but he commanded "Tongue." and you let your muscle out again.

"Good girl." His hand eventually left your cheek, making you miss the way his large palm was embracing it and the heat of it. "You're always so lovely for me." 

In their way his fingers raised your chin, forcing you to straighten yourself even more. Your knees moved on the cement to the point where it was too painful for you to resist. You tried to shift positions but you failed, your hands landing on both of his thighs for support as you fell forward. Your lips still parted, some spit fell on the tip of his shoe, leaving a blot on it. Nicholas' eyes slowly looked down to his feet and you started to squirm. The grip you had on his thighs tightened and you attempted to distract his attention. Cautiously, you moved your hands higher, high enough to reach his crotch.

"So eager to the point you're drooling pretty girl?"

You wanted to tell him that it had nothing to do with it, that it was just a natural reaction, that it was gravity. Your tongue was stuck out, obviously spit was about to fall. But god you were so aroused that you were actually producing way more saliva than needed. You wanted him and you couldn't help it. You were drooling at him, at the taste of him. Your core was aching to the point you swore you could hear your heartbeat in it.

He didn't break the eye contact, how could his eyes leave you alone when he had you displayed on your knees, eager for his cock, eager for everything he could give you?

Still in silence, your hands reached his belt, unbuckling it quickly. With the same frenzy, you undid his button and zipper. The closer you were to your aim the messier your actions were. You didn’t want to wait more, he had you waiting for so long now. His pants unzipped, you lowered them on his knees.

In a disobedient way, you closed your mouth before attaching it to his skin. You peppered kisses from his upper thighs to his covered crotch, ignoring the wet patch that was already shown on the fabric to replace it with yours. You trailed your tongue on it, licking it from the bottom to the top. You peeked at him through your lashes, meeting his serious gaze and you felt the muscles of his thighs tense under your hands. He didn't say anything, he only tangled one of his hands in your hair, supporting your head on him. If you weren’t already on your knees this would have you fallen to the floor, your legs weak underneath you. It was hard enough to stay in that position, you didn’t need him to play with your heart nor with your strength. 

In less time than you need to say it you had his boxer joining his pants, freeing his cock from the painful restrain he was tugged in. It was the same as usual but that wasn’t enough to stop you from being amazed. 

You heard him sigh loudly, his head thrown back.

"Nicholas." You called him in a soft tone to gain his attention back and when he finally looked at you, you stuck out your tongue for the third time that night. Letting him get what started all of this.

"You're so obedient." He praised you as he grabbed his cock with one hand, putting it on your tongue. You moaned at the weight of it, your eyes shutting closed once again. "Shit." Your lips surrounded his whole length and he gently pushed himself inside your mouth.

He was always so delicate. Even when he was doing the nastiest thing to you he always had a pure and caring way of doing them. Maybe he was thrusting between your lips, basically fucking your mouth, but he had such an elegance that he looked ethereal. And the only thing you were able to do was to take it, staring at him as you enjoyed how beautiful he was.

Nicholas was losing himself in praises, the grip he had on your hair became firmer, holding your head in the right place for him as he restlessly fucked into your mouth, appreciating how hot and wet it was. You tried to swallow, closing your throat on his tip and he groaned, praising you even more.

"Jesus Christ sweetheart." You loved when he swore to the gods. It was making you feel more important for a strange reason. And when he finally came, releasing himself in your mouth without any kind of hesitation you moaned back at him, taking what he was giving you. Without letting you time to swallow he urgently lowered himself, kissing you needily.

You wanted to back up, to tell him that it was gross but his hands immediately came to your face, holding it tenderly as he kissed you, tongue fighting against yours, mixing his cum with his own spit. It really was fucking disgusting, but that didn't stop him from doing it. He loved that, he loved tasting himself on your lips, knowing that he actually had the right to own your mouth. It was his, you were his.

His good little girl. 

I saw a TikTok of Nicholas playing the bass in slow motion and my brain short-circuited so I wrote that nasty drabble. This is short, this is fast written and this is free from shame. And I'm just "MWAH 😔🫶".

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[darknaig]

Balto

[itspyon]

dresus christ / overpaint of Salvator Mundi

[kiiwiigii]

Boudoir pt. i

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: Variety is the spice of life right? Especially when bringing your phone into the bedroom.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Blood kink

Word Count: 600+

Requested?: Yes! @pawspurpaw

OMG OMG OMG!!! I JUST HAD AN AMZING THOUGHT COME TO MY HEAD🤭 this isn't really a request more like something I wanna share with you and @lack-lust-3r Ok so imagine this: Modern day like 2016 and so forth phones got better with a better camera, the volturi all have phones to blend in right. An idea comes to y/n's mind and tells alec " let's take pictures" " we already have so many pictures why do we need more?" " these will be for out eyes only" that sparks his interest and asks "what kind were you thinking tesoro" The pictures in question: y/n infront of a mirror and Alec behind them with his hands as a bra🤭🤭 alecs head is in the crook of her neck but showing just enough to see a smirk/smile with his fangs showing. The other picture: same position but instead alec's hand is on y/n's throat and kind of pulling them into him but y/n isn't wearing clothes just lingerie of his choosing of course reffering back to the d/s dynamic headcanon. 🤭🤭 WHOO I need a fan and some holy water

A/N: I don't know if there's enough holy water in the world for you boo. I'm super happy to announce that this will be my first collab and the awesome/fantastical/whimsically other dirty person @lack-lust-3r is my partner in crime!

Also… please don't kill me for the ending you guys. *hides*

"I've been thinking." 

You could see Alec physically suppress a groan before turning around to stare at you with a raised brow. You grinned and raised your new phone at him. 

"We should take some pictures." 

"Darling, we already have so many. Why do we need to take more?" 

"First of all, I'm offended that you even asked that question. Secondly…" Pocketing your phone, you lift your hands to his neck, letting them slowly drag down his chest before standing on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear. "These will be for our eyes only." 

You feel his hands grab your waist, squeezing lightly. 

"Oh?" His voice was already turning husky. "What kind of pictures did you have in mind, tesoro?" 

The big mirror in your room was coming in rather handy. 

"Mio cara," Alec's voice whispered in your ear, hands coming up to cup your breasts, massaging them lightly and thumbing over your nipples. "You look beautiful." 

His hands provided the only cover up top as you stood ready, looking into the mirror, phone poised. While you had been the one to suggest the idea of couple's boudoir photos, you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks. He nosed your neck to the side, his mouth parting to latch onto your neck. A trickle of blood ran down your neck and in between your breasts. You let out a gasp, your thumb involuntarily clicking the capture button on your phone. 

Alec immediately soothed the wound with his tongue, sucking what little venom that had been injected out. You whimpered, the stinging sensation causing goosebumps up and down your body, and your nipples to tighten painfully. Alec took the phone from your hands, looking at the picture briefly in approval before twisting you around, your breasts flush against his chest. 

"I like the idea of this one too, tesoro…" He gave your neck another lick, and more blood began to trickle out. "Now, one hand on my shoulder, and the other on my arm." 

You followed his command obediently, heart pounding and letting out a moan as his free hand traveled down the middle of your back to cup a lace-covered ass cheek. You feel a slight wet sensation that trailed behind his hands.

Alec was smearing your blood down your body.

And you loved it.

He continued to kiss along your neck and shoulder, and your head fell back in a pleasured moan, the wetness between your legs beginning to become obvious.

Click. 

You let out another moan as he gave your ass a light smack, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. 

Click. 

"Kiss me, tesoro." 

You turn your head like the good girl you are, opening your mouth when he demands entrance.  You can taste the copper of your blood.

Click. 

Alec pulls back from the kiss briefly. 

"Spread your legs." 

You spread them. 

Click. 

"Arms up and hands in your hair, darling." 

You lift your arms, extending your torso to accentuate your feminine curves, hands fisting into your hair. 

Alec bends down, one hand on your waist as he begins kissing your hip. 

You gasp and let out a breathy moan. 

Click. 

"Perfect, mio cara." 

"Alec." 

It came out as a whimper.

His hands run over your body as he makes his way back up. 

"I can smell your arousal, darling." 

You let your hands fall back as he turns you back to face the mirror, tossing the phone aside. 

"Look at you." His hands roam over your body, caressing and smearing what little amount of blood that had trickled down. "You are perfect, Y/N. So perfect and mine." 

Fuck. 

You loved it when he got possessive. 

He pulled you flush against him, arm wrapped around your waist while the other one came up to cup your jaw, his thumb edging around your lips before you give it a daring lick and suck it into your mouth. 

Alec groans, the arm around your waist tightening ever so slightly. 

"I think we need to get you cleaned up, don't you?" 

He begins to slowly lick the blood he smeared along your neck and chest.

Oh fuck. Why is that so hot?

"Come." 

He sweeps you up off your feet before tossing you on the large bed not too far away. You can't help the giggle that escapes you before going to remove your heels. 

Alec stops you. 

"No, keep those." He kisses the inside of your thigh. "The rest can go." 

NEXT

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[music-is-love-90]

Can we all talk about how Daemon runs his finger down Rhaenyra's lip right where the cut is going to be made in their wedding ceremony? Am I the only one losing my mind over this? Yes? Okay.

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

I see once again they left no room for Jesus

Nah, he's in there.

[serawritesthings]

ARTHUR MORGAN x FEM! READER

Authors note: Hello everyone! I’m new to posting fan fiction and smut overall, I hope it’s at least worth a read! This is a short sneak peek at a smut fic I’m writing, hope you like it!♡

You lifted your hands, grabbing ahold of the hat that was now almost falling off his head, dropping it to the ground, and ran your fingers through his tousled hair as you brushed the pieces behind his ear, unkempt by his hat. He hummed appreciatively at your touch. You felt the rough leather from his gloves sneaking their way under your shirt that was folded into your skirt, finally touching your skin.

You were always so soft, and most of the time he felt undeserving to touch something so perfect with his coarse, criminal hands, roughened by the hardship his life had brought onto him. Never should anyone that has done such malicious things put their hands on you, and yet here he was, soiling you. He felt disgusting, but he didn’t have the strength to pull away, he never did. It felt too good to feel you, almost bordering on torture the way he kept crawling after you like a starved man never getting enough.

He tightened his already snug grip on you, stroking the underside of your breasts while he paid attention to your other side with his mouth, moving slowly but a tad bit more eager than before, hearing your breath hitch. You let your head fall over him, resting your cheek on the top of his head that you now cradled in your arms, enjoying the moment, wishing you could be in his arms forever.

[thequeenofthewinter]

The Walls of Windhelm

You asked, so you shall receive. I have no WIP Wednesday. Instead, here is the cursed smut from the next chapter of my fic. (Which I guess technically makes this whole 2234 word monstrosity a WIP.) Obviously, if you plan on reading the chapter, you're going to spoil yourself for this. (I mean...unless you want to read it again. ;) ) There are no REAL spoilers here or anything you NEED to know other than I have an OC whose name is Dahlia, she's married to Ulfric Stormcloak, and this is self-indulgent smut.

Hiding this under the cut. Please don't interact if you are a minor. I'm warning you that this is rated E. Shout out to the fabulous @oblivions-dawn for proofreading for me. <3

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“Ulfric, what are you—”

Dahlia doesn’t finish her sentence as suddenly her back is pressed up against the rough stone walls of some abandoned alleyway of the Valunstrad.

The hour is late and no one and nothing so much as stirs as the temple bells chime their midnight chorus. When Dahlia had suggested a moonlight stroll after dinner, this is not what she had pictured: Ulfric’s beard scratching almost abrasively against her throat as his tongue licks at the skin of her neck, his hands under her thighs, fingers digging into her skin almost painfully as he hikes up her skirt—body pressed flush against her own, strong evidence of what he wants pushing against her heat.

“You know what I am doing. Don’t play coy with me, Dahlia.” His voice whispers in her ear before taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking on it. “And don’t tell me you haven’t thought of this.”

“I—”

She is cut off again. This time by Ulfric’s fingers sliding their way over the silken fabric of her undergarments.

“Tell me,” he asks, his voice low but tone teasing, “did you put these on for me?” He doesn’t hear her response as he pushes beyond the fabric as two fingers glide into her with ease. Ulfric tsks as he curls them up into her walls. “Have you been dreaming of this? Me pressed against you and taking you against these walls.” He tests her as he pumps his fingers in and out of her wet cunt. “From how wet you are now, I think you have.”

Despite the frigid temperatures of Windhelm at night, heat blooms through Dahlia’s body as she throws her head back, her husband’s actions eliciting a moan from her.

His mouth descends on hers, swallowing the sound as he bites down on her lip. “Quiet, my heart, or they will hear us. You don’t want that, do you?”

“Why—”

“Shh,” his lips brush softly over hers. “Because this is my city, and I’ll have you wherever I please, my Queen. Now, stop asking questions.” As if to emphasize the point, he presses against her harder, his fingers stroking languidly against her walls.

Her hips spread wider around him, giving in to his wants and not really caring to think beyond the thick fog of pleasure descending upon her. She tries to rock her hips against his fingers, squeezing tightly around him, but it is of no use. He will give her no more.

A self-satisfied smirk makes its way onto his face. “If you want more, you’re going to need to ask.”

“You are insufferable.” She rolls her hips over his fingers to no avail.

“And I am yours. I’ll remind you that you chose to marry me despite my flaws.” He retorts as he curls her fingers into her again.

“I will—”

“You will what?” He asks, not even giving her a moment to finish, and he lowers his mouth to her neck, biting down on her delicate skin.

She gasps, surprised by the sensation, and he does it again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. It stings but not unpleasantly, and her head moves to the side to give him better access to do as he pleases.

“What? No more protest? Have I won then?” His fingers suddenly stop. “Will be doing this my way?”

Damnable, self-centered, teasing prick.

She whines, a pathetic sound which falls from her lips unbidden.

At this, Ulfric’s smirk only grows wider. He knows exactly what she likes, and he will play her like a pawn across a chess board. His thumb soon finds its way to her clit and rubs against it.

Dahlia’s eyes fall closed, and she bites down on her tongue to keep herself quiet, the action unexpectedly drawing a little blood. “Fuck me.” 

“I thought that this was beneath you and entirely inappropriate for a King and Queen.” He pushes her further, loving the frustrated anger he finds dancing behind her dilated pupils.

“Fuck me, Ulfric.” She hisses as she reaches down to his pants, stroking a hand over the bulge there before pulling his cock from trousers. “Take this,” she strokes him ever so gently, “and put it inside my cunt.” Dahlia grinds against him.

“That’s my wife.” His lips find hers again, kissing her insistently as he pries at her mouth. 

There is no fight left in her, and she opens for him automatically, the taste of iron coating her tongue and tinging their kiss with the hot taste of metal and salt; however, he doesn’t mind. He pushes his tongue against Dahlia’s more, trying to get a better taste of her. He would consume her whole body and spirit if the Divines would let him. Perhaps he will at another time.

For now, he presses against her firmly, both hands now under her thighs to hold her against the wall as he pushes his cock roughly into her.

This time neither of them can help the moan which springs forth—nor do either of them care at this point. Dahlia’s hands reach out to Ulfric, pulling him to her by the collar of his cloak as he fucks her until her back presses against the wall behind her. While both of them normally enjoy a bit of romance, there is no space for it at the moment.

“Harder, Ulfric.” She pants, her legs spreading wider for him as she reaches under his shirt to scratch her nails against his chest.

His hips dig into hers further as he slows down his pace, hitting her harder just as she asked. “I will bury my cock so deeply into you that you’ll still be feeling me as you walk in the morning.”

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise.” He growls into her ear and nips at her neck.

Heat rolls through her slowly, building up from her core in waves, and she is left helpless against them as she moves her head to the side, little gasps falling from her lips. “Ulfric…”

“Say it again, love. Tell me who is fucking you against this wall.”

Dahlia bites down on her lip, swallowing the moan bubbling up from within her. Surely, if she is any louder, the late-night watch will investigate and—

“Eyes over here, Dahlia. I asked you for something.” His hand comes up to cup her cheek and her eyes snap open to look into his vivid blues. He moves into her more quickly, picking up to a punishing pace. “Say my name.”

“No.” Despite her refusal, her voice comes out as only a breathy whisper.

Stubborn as always, but that doesn’t matter. He’ll have his way eventually. He knows her.

Leaning forward, she catches his mouth, tongue meeting his in a sloppy kiss as she fights against the feeling welling up inside of her. But he is ready for her. He lifts her higher suddenly to set her down on top of a stack of abandoned crates. Now, his hands are free, and they move up under her skirts to drag over the folds of her wet cunt.

“Say it.” 

Dahlia clenches around him defiantly, fighting through the pleasure which quickly dulling her other senses. A smirk forms its way onto her lips as he groans; however, her victory is short-lived. Calloused fingers soon find their way to her clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves, and she bites down onto his one of his shoulders to keep herself quiet.

“Damn you to Oblivion, Ulfric.” She manages between breaths as she gasps for more air.

He nips at her neck again, sucking on the skin there until he is sure it will bruise. He is ruthless when he wants to be, and now is not the time for him to give in. Not a chance. “Only if you go with me, wife.” He whispers low in her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. “Come with me.” 

At that, the pads of his fingers circle the bundle of nerves again as he presses his cock into her with rough, erratic thrusts. He is slowing down, but he will make her go with him over the edge.

Hands fist and grab into his hair, and then slide down his neck to his chest, touching everywhere she can grasp as he strokes her languidly—as if he could do this all day.

“Please,” she looks up at him, pupils dilated and eyes half-lidded, but he only continues his slow torture. There will be no mercy for her. Not now.

“I want to watch you come undone in front of me, slowly unravel you until all you can think about is me.” His voice rasps, hot breath tickling her ear as he groans.

“Ulfric…”

His name passes from her lips against her will. Between his fingers playing with her nerves and the fullness she feels inside her cunt, she is warm putty—molding to his will easily as she loses herself in him.

“Again, Dahlia.” He slides out of her, slick with wetness before driving back into her. 

She was always going to be the beginning and the end for him, his fate as intertwined with hers as their bodies—and he wouldn’t have it any other way. There is no sweeter way for him to go and no greater desire than to spend the rest of his days with her just like this.

Ulfric’s hands reach out to explore her further, leaving no inch untouched as he pulls her closer to him to lick at the sweat of her skin. Salty and pungent, with a hint of something uniquely hers, his tongue travels down the side of her neck all the way to her exposed collarbone.

Half-broken gasps of his name continue to fall from her lips, and her fingers tighten around his shoulders desperately trying to dig into the muscles underneath his cloak. 

“Ulfric, I—”

“Shh,” he quiets her and nips at the side of her neck before looking into her eyes. A wickedness flashes behind his gaze as he smirks.  “I know, my heart.”

Ulfric readjusts her to push her against the wall, the roughness of the stone behind her scraping against her back.

“Why has it been so long since we have done this?” Dahlia asks him as she snakes both arms around his neck.

He chuckles. “I asked myself that same question numerous times over the last few months. You frequented my daydreams in all sorts of sordid ways.”

“I always knew you were a dirty old man.”

“Perhaps.” He leans forward to whisper in her ear, hot breath fanning out around the shell. “But you’re no better. Come for me, Dahlia, and show me how much I know you like it.”

She arches against him as if to prove his point, and her hands reach towards him running down his back to then trace a trail up his chest. No place is left untouched as Ulfric continues to slide into her, his rhythm becoming increasingly erratic. The pace leaves both of them gasping and trembling as they fight to mark every inch of the other’s exposed skin with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

Soon thereafter, the waves become too much as they swell and finally break, a lazy warmth slowly overtaking them like the first rays of Summer’s heat only to build up into the fire of Midyear. Dahlia gasps as her walls begin to flutter around him, her lips meeting his in the middle in a desperate kiss.

Mouths, hands, tongues, and teeth all crash together as a low groan springs forth from Ulfric’s lips. He can hold on no longer, and he finally gives up the last of his control to her at feeling her end, his body responding to hers as his cum spills down her thighs. However, his wife doesn’t stop. She pushes her hips against him as she kisses him all the way through his orgasm—first, her lips meet his own, then his cheeks, and finally she leans forward to touch his forehead, the salt of the sweat there coating her tongue sweetly.

There is no place Dahlia would rather be than right where she is as she coaxes him through the many sensations flowing through their bodies to come back to Nirn. Her hands reach up to wrap around his neck, bringing him forward. “I love you. I hope you know this. Always and forever from this plane of existence to the next. I’d follow you anywhere…even if you are a smug bastard.”

Ulfric laughs, a low rumbling which makes her stomach flip. “Good, because you will not be rid of me—not anytime soon at least. I’ve been told I’m too stubborn.” 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She smiles but then a more serious look clouds her gaze. One of her hands reaches up to cup his cheek as she tilts his face down look at her. “Do you think we will get many more moments like this?" 

His eyes meet hers unafraid, yet conflicting emotions rock through his core like sea waves against safe harbors. “I will take as many of them as I can get until I cannot any longer.” He leans forward to kiss her softly before pulling back, his lips barely brushing against hers. “You know I am selfish when it comes to you, and I’ll not let you go without a fight.”

[themuselesswriter]

Top, Bottom or Switch

Okay so the other day I was thinking (and you know that's never good) about Daniel Sharman's most famous characters and for some reason I have a theory that lots of his characters are bottoms in bed, so you guys will have to suffer my classification! Lorenzo De Medici This is the only character that I think of as a top. He seems like an expert at what he's doing, he always initiates the sexual interactions and he seems like the type of a guy who would come from a work day and be like "here love, let me take care of you for the rest of the night" and besides, he is kind of a hoe and his vibes are dominant.

Kelly Lord he is the type of guy who would be like "I'm an alpha dog bruh" but he is secretly a bottom, but he is the type of bottom that doesn't like to admit that he is a bottom if that makes sense? Like, he would throw in a fit but he would end up being a bottom, he would enjoy it, then feel ashamed or shy about it and he doesn't show this side of him unless he really trusts their partner cause he would be afraid that it would slip and his family would know and make fun of him.

Lancelot Du Lac (The Weeping Monk) Oh he screams bottom. Like, he wouldn't think about taking a sexual partner until he's out of the paladins' reach and when that happens, he would be too overwhelmed by all the decision making and the changes, so he would have a hard time expressing that he wants to be taken care of in the bedroom and that being a bottom gives him a sense of comfort and familiarity, he would even try to fake being a top to his partner just to please them but his partner would eventually figure it out.

Isaac Lahey In my humble opinion, Isaac is a switch. He initiates sexual interactions, he is confident, egoistic and loves the look of pleasure on his partner's face when he is getting it right so he would be a top leaning. However, there are days where his past hunts him and he feels the most vulnerable, on these days, he would prefer to be a bottom and have tender sexual interactions instead.

Troy Otto My man is a bottom and no one can convince me otherwise. He gives off top vibes in life but bottom vibes in bed, he is kinda oblivious when it comes to sexual interactions, his partner would need to initiate them (I have theory that Troy is a virgin, okay?!) and like, he would experiment a little but settle down to enjoying being taking care of in bed because it is such a precious feeling that he rarely gets to experience, to be looked after, loved, treated well, so yeah, he's a bottom.

Anyhooo, thank you for sticking around for my TedTalk! Next Episode: what type of fruit are you based on your favorite Bridgerton quote:'). Also, do you guys have different theories about these characters or different ones?

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Jere really just said "this time this (meaning the shout out)is free but next time it'll cost you 20K"