#thoma x transmasc reader smut

[krypticcafe]

❧ Customer Service Policy

aka The Rules

As much as we love our beloved customers, this cafe is a one-man crew and to make sure the place doesn't burn down and ruin things for everyone, we have our own rules and regulations regarding special orders along with some guidance for the lost.

Many thanks, ✎ Kryptid

❧ Before You Order:

I will do a max of 10 characters for headcanons or fics per request, but you may request more in another one. Depending on the request, I might take out characters or make a second part.

I specialize in masc, amab, dominant, and particularly gender neutral readers, but I'm open to all types.

Readers are automatically written gender-neutral unless requested otherwise.

I do character/reader and occasionally character/character fanfics.

Poly ships are more than welcome! Please state if it is poly, because I will assume you want them all separately.

I will not always accept requests. I write on my own schedule.

If you want a specific kind of reader, please directly state so, such as gender, assigned sex, and/or pronouns. For example,

May I have a transmasc reader with König?

Can I get Din Djarin smut with an amab reader with they/them pronouns?

Can you do Ghost x fem!reader?

I would love to request a könig/horangi/masc reader please!

Remember, it's better to be super specific than super vague for the best customer satisfaction.

✅️Will Write✅️

Polyamory/Open Relationships

Smut (certain kinks and within reason)

Mild Dub-con (depends heavily on request)

Platonic Relationships

Sibling/Related Readers

Child/Younger Reader

AUs

Comfort/Trauma Fics

Readers of all genders, backgrounds, etc

Dark/Psychological Fics (within reason)

Dead Dove (depending)

Half-Humans/Humanoids

Robots/Mechs

Light A/B/O

❌️Won't Write❌️

Explicit or Graphic Non-con/R*pe Smut

Dark/Psychological fics glorifying actions

B*astiality

P*dophilia

Inc*st

Certain Fetishes

Real People

Pregnancy

A/B/O Mpreg

❧ Flavors:

✎﹏Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley ('09 & '22)

John "Soap" MacTavish ('09 & '22)

Captain John Price ('09 & '22)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ('22)

König

Stray/Hound ('09 & '22)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-Jin

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Farah Karim

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Sebastian Krueger

Nikto

Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

Keegan P. Russ

Logan Walker

David "Hesh" Walker

✎﹏Slashers/Dead By Daylight

Ghostface (films)

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen/DBD!Ghostface

Jason Voorhees

Harry Warden

Michael Myers (films, DBD)

Pyramid Head (games, DBD)

Bubba Sawyer (films, DBD)

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire

Trapper/Evan MacMillan

Anna/Huntress

Wraith/Philip Ojomo

Legion/Frank Morrison

Ji-Woon Hak/Trickster

Sally Smithson/Nurse

✎﹏Star Wars

Poe Dameron

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

Cassian Andor

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Stormtroopers

✎﹏Marvel

Sam Wilson/Captain America/Falcon

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

T'Challa/Black Panther

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Gamora

Mantis

Nebula

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Moon Knight

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Eddie Brock/Venom

✎﹏Marble Hornets/Slenderverse

Masky/Tim Wright

Hoodie/Brian Thomas

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Kate the Chaser

Slenderman

all rights reserved © krypticcafe, all fanfiction belongs to me and should not be copied, edited, published, sold, or translated without permission. all characters belong to their respective fandoms and creators.

[ilycorisradiata]

if you wouldn’t mind, could you write some thoma with a transmasc (no bottom surgery) reader who could use some love after having a rough day (lots of praise, reassurance and compliments), preferably smut but fluff is fine too ^^ been having not-so good of a day and i love your writing a lot! take your time, and thank you :)

calm

ಌ calm: thoma x transmasc!reader

ಌ theme: you have a rough day and thoma attempts (and succeeds) in making you forget about the bad things

ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, transmasc reader, clit referred to as a cock, comfort sex, he spoons you and fucks you in that position<3, thoma is very loving, fingering, praise, affirming words, hehe, solo read + solo edited, cross-posted on ao3

ಌ wc: 2.1K

ಌ notes: hi there anon! thank you so so much for requesting as well as loving my writing :D it took me a while to get round to this one, but enjoy!!

The kettle hisses in the background, rain battering off of the windows, and all you could wish for was a peaceful end to the hectic and horrible day you’d just experienced. It was rough, so much is expected of you, of one person, yet you still did it all. If you couldn’t handle this, how could you handle anything else that might be thrown at you? It was getting too much. Hoping a cup of tea would settle things, you place your hands on the counter nearby and wait for the kettle to finish. You had stolen some of Thoma’s clothes, hoping that being enveloped in his scent and just simply wearing his favourite sweater would help you wind down. He wasn’t home yet; you weren’t expecting him until much later. You had already sent him a text that you didn’t have a great day, you would talk about it once he was home and maybe you could hope for more to just de-stress.

Throwing a teabag into the mug you chose, the kettle coming to a standstill and pouring the boiling water into the mug, you sit and contemplate. You hadn’t heard the door, nor did you hear Thoma calling for you, only for you to jump at the feeling of hands wrapping around you, kisses on your shoulder and neck.

“You know it’s bad when I felt my knees buckle just now, and all you did was put your arms around me and kiss me.” He laughs softly at your comment, burying his face into your neck whilst you fish the teabag out of your mug. Picking it up, you twist yourself around gently, facing him and holding the mug up closer to your chest. Thoma has practically caged you between himself and the kitchen countertops, hands on either side of you which seem to be unmoving any time soon. He looks into your eyes, switching between the two, trying to figure every little thing out before he spoke. Sometimes, it felt like he could truly feel how you did, like your souls were linked and he’d have just the right answer every time. Despite telling him how you were feeling, it felt like even if you didn’t, he'd still find a way to know without you verbally or physically showing him. Kissing the corner of his mouth, he smiles slightly, lifting away from you to hold a hand out to you.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, and you especially don’t need to pretend with me, okay? We could just sit on the couch.” Nodding, you hold the mug with one hand, and his hand in your other. He smiled fully this time, leading you to the couch and sitting you down first. He disappears before bringing a coaster for your tea, planting himself down beside you softly before wrapping an arm around you comfortingly. You both sit in silence, comfortable and all you hear is his breathing, the rain hitting the window more gently than earlier.

Pushing yourself forward, you place the tea onto the coaster, leaning back into him and he responds almost immediately. Kissing atop your head and humming slightly, you smile before you even realise a few tears had escaped, more out of your own frustration. Thoma doesn’t panic, not like he used to, as he is quick to wipe them away. Kissing your cheeks, your eyes, clearing your face of any more tears that dare to fall. Smiling, forcing a small laugh. His lips on your temple, whispering sweet words and praises that seem endless, and you scrunch your hands into his t-shirt. He was desperate to find the right words sometimes, whatever would be best in comforting you and he definitely always did find them, but you couldn’t get it out in that moment. You whispered how much you loved him, silently explaining why you weren’t okay and just wishing things were better than now for you, that there wasn’t as much pressure or hurt in your life outside of the house you and Thoma live in.

“You’re an amazing person, and I wish people would treat you better, treat you right. I’m incredibly lucky to have someone like you beside me, and I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you, darling. You don’t have to talk about it anymore, we should start with helping you forget about it, okay? I love you, so let me take care of you.” Holding onto your write, your hand to his mouth where he left a kiss, before travelling to your wrist, littering kisses up your arm before using it to pull you close. Testing the waters, he kisses you with a little more force than he did before, pulling away to see how you’d respond to it. You look up to make eye contact with him, before looking back down to his lips. He pushes himself back into you, lifting you off of the couch onto his lap, sweetly devouring you. It was dizzying, having something such as this to pull your mind away from the depressing thoughts of earlier on. Pulling away with shaky breaths, harsh puffs of breaths onto each other’s lips, not wanting to really separate in the moment. His hands travel under his sweater, the one you kindly put on for comfort, his warm hands dancing around your hips and waist.

“You should just steal my wardrobe at this point, you look so much better in my clothes than I do.” You hum, forehead pressing against his, eyes shut as you enjoy the closeness. You didn’t even realise you had removed Thoma’s hair tie from his hair, fingers practically glued into his roots. You peak an eye open, to see Thoma looking straight into you, and he all but smiles. You smile back of course, just enjoying the soft touches, the calming atmosphere after the storm earlier.

“Just let me know what I can do for you… Let me give it to you, whatever it may be?” You pondered for a while, not entirely sure what Thoma could do other than what he’d been doing since you both got onto the couch. He watched you carefully, as you bit your lip as you thought about his words sincerely. When you looked into his eyes for the nth time that evening, they glittered with an idea.

“I thought… We could maybe do a little more than just kissing.”

“Of course, my love. Anything in mind?”

“Take care of me, please.”

“Then leave that sweater on, I want you to be entirely surrounded by me and only me.”

He scoops you up, holding you close to him as he walks to your shared bedroom. He hadn’t even really touched you, and you could already feel the static running through you, ghostly touches of the goose bumps running up your back. He bumps the door open with his hip, slipping over to the bed to lay you down on it. He removes most of your bottom half, keeping his word in not removing his sweater from you, before removing a good majority of his own clothes. Throwing some lube and condoms just beside you, you were happy that he knew what you meant by a ‘little more than kissing’. Spooning you, he runs his hands everywhere. His fingers brushed and pinched your nipples, massaging the flesh around your chest and skimming a few fingers over your top surgery scars. His hands nearly never left from under the sweater, but eventually they went into your underwear where he knew you’d want him the most.

 He watched your every move, watching how you twitched at a certain touch or how you’d grind back into him and away from his gentle hand that was continuously going for your cock. Leaving pretty kisses to the shell of your ear, he’d gone back to the words of affirmation, of praise. Removing his fingers to pull your underwear down, he does it slowly, reaching around to kiss the corner of your mouth and you respond by turning your head to properly kiss him back. It was sweet, nothing too harsh and nothing heated, just something soft.

“Help me put lube on my fingers, please…” He whispers against your lips, before pecking them and pulling away to grab the bottle properly. You take it from his hands, popping the cap open and waiting on him to present his hand to you. He holds it out, and you squirt the lube onto his four fingers, massaging the lube onto them to spread it evenly. With a satisfied hum, he nuzzles himself into your neck, inching himself back down to your cock. His long, trained fingers smooth over your cock, tugging and massaging before travelling lower to your hole.

“Lift your leg up for me,” And you did, giving him better access. He’s cautious, plunging a single finger in first and pumping in and out slowly. It was no new sensation, but you felt as if it were, little sparks always making their way all over your body whenever he touched you directly. It didn’t take long for a second and third finger to find their way into you, stretching and thrumming inside of you to bring you to a suitable relaxed state for his own cock. Removing his fingers from you, he grabs one of the condoms, tearing the wrapper open with the help of his teeth. It was a sight to behold, as he rolled the condom onto himself, pumping his cock with the same cock a couple of times to spread the remaining lube and precum over it.

“That’s it, you’re so amazing… I’ll make you feel even better, okay?” Lining himself up, he pushes himself in, almost at snail pace. He was pulsing, and your walls were doing exactly the same back around him. He was slow, dragging himself out of you and pushing back in with precision. You felt like you were dissolving into the mattress with how careful he was, how he was being gentle as if you were made of fine porcelain, that you could break at any moment. Never putting himself fully into you, savouring just half of him being in you for the time being. The position didn’t help of course, he’d need to shift the position a little to fully be inside.

“You feel amazing, you’re so good…” He whispers into your ear as he puts a little more force into his thrusts. Lifting your leg up by the back of your thigh, he slides in much more easily, not missing the way your mouth opens with a small utter of his name. He was building you up, building you up all for him to stop. Bottoming out, you felt like you’d burst at any moment. Your leg raised even more impossibly higher, hooking it with his arm and breathing into your nape. A particularly harsh thrust had you at a loss of words, the wind knocking out of your lungs, and Thoma had only done that by accident. He didn’t plan to be harsh or rough but seeing your reaction had him having to bite the urge away.

“Thoma… Do that again−” And he did. He was spilling nonstop compliments, praises on how good you were to him, how lucky and thankful he was to have you in his life. Hitting all the right spots, needy little moans escaping his own mouth. You needed a little more than just this, so you messed with your own cock in time with his thrusts, helping Thoma out in a way as he was occupied in keeping your leg up for this position to even work for the both of you. Trembling with every touch, every thrust, you were sure you wouldn’t last much longer. Thoma’s hips were stuttering as well, and it didn’t take you long to cum, him following closely after with the spasming of your walls around him. It felt like time had finally slowed down, nothing but sweaty bodies clinging to each other and heavy breaths puffing out every second.

“We… We should get cleaned up.” Thoma said as he pulled out, hissing when he rolled the filled condom off of himself. He got up, throwing the used condom into the trash can you both kept in your room for toiletry things. Walking back over to you, he extends a hand and pulls you up with him. You stumble a little, and he clings to you.

“Let’s have a bath… We should probably remake that cup of tea for you that we forgot about.” You chuckle, having completely forgotten about the tea you had made yourself.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”