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hello friends! i am slowly moving all of my muses to my multi (which can be found here @unblighted ) so if you would like to continue writing with thoma and i feel free to give a follow!

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thanksgiving break is coming around, so that means i get to be around again! thank you for your patience my loves

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NSFW MUSE REACTION PROMPTS / NOT ACCEPTING

↳ @dandilys​ said: [ pin ] your muse pinning mine down. 👀

he finds himself biting the dust more and more often during their spars, and after the umpteenth time of being the one who ended up subdued and pressed into dirt ( which was unfortunately accompanied by a dull ache throbbing in the back of his head and the base of his spine ) thoma had come to the decision that enough was enough. with his plan concocted and put into play, thoma lowered his guard and left himself open, grunting when jean took advantage of his sloppy stance. it was but a small price to pay to feel her toned thighs bracket his hips, keeping him in place whilst she looked down at him with an indescribable expression. but if he were to put it into words, it’d be an amalgamation of exhilaration and self-satisfaction; an interesting combination, but one that only jean gunnhildr would be capable of creating. a lesser man would have cowered in fear, jean’s expression could easily be mistaken for bloodlust, but thoma wasn’t just any man. he had the honor of knowing his partner on an intimate level, with years of friendship between them, and it was one he never tried using to his advantage; until now. 

feigning defeat and compliance, thoma expelled a breathy chuckle, still winded by her quick subjugation. with an affectionate smile, he raises his hands in mock surrender, before letting them fall atop each of jean’s knees, his thumbs immediately rubbing into the muscle of her thighs to alleviate any pressure that would be there. a subconscious action, but one that lulled her into a false sense of security. “you never cease to amaze me, do you know that?—” the man drawls, his touch intentional, practiced, targeted “—but i’ve got some tricks up my sleeve as well—” without preamble, thoma digs his fingers into the sensitive flesh at the back of her knees, causing her body to jerk and contort. with his window of opportunity given unto him by lady luck, thoma strikes while the iron is hot. hooking a hand under her thigh, and the other gripping the back of her neck, thoma moves with an almost inhuman dexterity to reverse their positions. he looms over her, his smile turning rakish as he presses himself further into the dip between her thighs. thoma relishes in “—i’ve got you now. right where i want you.”

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i’ve completed 1/6 of thoma’s hangouts and i would like to proclaim my love for this man

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SELF-INDULGENT MEME / ACCEPTING

↳ @dandilys​ said: ❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

thoma exhales a long, drawn out hiss between through clenched teeth, knuckles white as he grips the edge of the feeble pine table he was seated at. he was a terrible patient, and he tried his best to never get injured on expeditions, but the commission he had taken proved more difficult that he had thought. treasure hoarders were truly the bane of teyvat’s existence. the blond winces when jean dabbled a clear liquid over the wound he sustained in battle. this wound had been the worst of them: it was deep and horribly bruised, but nothing a visit to the church of favonious couldn’t fix. but on his way towards the esteemed establishment, he had been intercepted by the acting grandmaster who took it upon herself to tend to his injuries. it’s the reason as to why he was suffering as he was now, sitting at a table outside of angel’s share as jean slathered an elixir over his wounds; a topical cure that would alleviate the pain and ensure it wouldn’t scar. after the worst had been dealt with, she had even bothered to wrap it, imparting detailed instructions for aftercare. “thank you jean for your wonderful bedside manner—” thoma teases, clenching and unclenching his fist, surprised to find no lingering pain, but there was still some soreness “—i appreciate the help. should i still stop by and visit barbara, or am i good to head out again?”

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thoma would kiss his partner after they sucked his dick

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thoma is from mondstadt canon confirmed

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jean: does that

thoma: 💍

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SELF-INDULGENT MEME / ACCEPTING

↳ @abyssl​ said: ❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

thoma knows all too well how it felt to be under constant scrutiny. when poised with the question of how he dealt with the pressure of having connections to the yashiro commission, and, more importantly, the kamisato clan, he often shrugged it off with a laugh and a witty remark. one that ranged between: it came with the job description, or how he thrived under the pressure. it left many guessing what his true feelings were since his answers were so vague, but if he was needled into telling the truth: it was a mixture of both. it might be in his blood, considering his father was a cutthroat merchant with a silver tongue, and his mother a devout knight who upheld honesty and honor. perhaps the culmination of his upbringing lead him to behaving in such a way that contradicts. never showing his hand, but answering in ambiguous truths. both his parents have come to agree on one thing when it came to the values he should inherit: discretion. for words could be mightier than a sword when it boiled down to it. 

and thoma practiced discretion, quite thoroughly, in fact. the equivocal nature of his relationship with jean was a secret that not even his closest friend knew. none were the wiser, and thoma preferred it that way. jean had a lot more to lose than he did, should it come out that they were . . . loosely involved. maybe her leadership would be brought into question, or even her loyalty. as someone who intimately knows and cares for the acting grandmaster, it’s become a personal interest of his to ensure the safety of her reputation, while still enjoying the liberties that she allows him. 

but he begins to think he’s become too lax in how he acts around her. he’s let his guard down and allowed the last, and perhaps worst, person who should ever know of the intimate nature of his relationship with jean. 

green eyes meet a lone icy blue as thoma steps out of the lionfang knight’s office, the knight in question in tow. his hand was lower on the woman’s back than was probably acceptable, at least to the eyes of mondstadt’s pretentious nobles. his fingertips grazed her hip, his thumb pressed into the small of her back. absolutely scandalous. it was more information than he should have allowed to seep through. as these thoughts swim through his mind, thoma had yet to break eye contact with the calvary captain; refused to. he wasn’t ashamed of who he chose to spend his time with, and perhaps his tenacity and intentions were being put to test by a simple meeting of eyes. before jean could question why he was still standing in the doorway, he gave a barely discernible nod towards kaeya alberich, acknowledging that he’d been found out. 

letting his hand fall back to his side, he fashions an easygoing smile on his face as he falls in step with the dandelion knight. “why don’t we stop by angel’s share before you see me off? berry and mint burst on me?”

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thoma ♡

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i’ll get to the rest of those memes later. until then, mutuals. have a good night!

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thoma would fold his partner in half and then cook them food after so they can rebuild their stamina for round #

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it’s sunday, and i felt obligated to overshare some hcs i have for thoma :PeepoFlushed:

thoma has very beautiful hands: his fingers are long and slender, his palms big and warm. he’s a kinesthetic learner, which means he learns with his hands, always using them to familiarize himself with things he is unfamiliar with, such as herbs for cooking, foliage, dirt, and rocks in lands untraveled, etc. it’s a habit that’s even carried over to his bedside manner. he likes to use his hands to map out the contours of his partner’s body, conducting a thorough exploration until he has learned of every nook and cranny, of every dip and curve. what makes his partner tremble, or laugh. 

he is a man who likes to eat and knows how to cook, so it comes to absolutely no one’s surprise that he has a bit of an oral fixation. thoma can spend a period of time between his partner’s legs, pleasuring them with his mouth, savoring that unique flavor of theirs and seeking more to memorize its taste. foreplay tends to be long with thoma, but he’s a giver, and he likes taking care of his partners; he finds satisfaction in satisfying people.

thoma’s dick is circumcised and well proportioned to his body. he has a light dusting of blond hair beneath his navel that travels down to the base of his cock. he’s well groomed and likes to keep shit manageable. it’s a preference. he’s roughly ~5.5″ when soft, and around 8.5″ ~ 9.5″when erect. he’s more on the thick side.

he has big daddy milkers and his nipples are sensitive. he likes nipple play, being on the receiving end, and also giving.

he has a breeding kink. 

in moments of intense pleasure or extreme horny, thoma is known to accidentally activate the power of his vision. from burning sheets, scorching furniture and walls, as well as incinerating his partner’s clothes to feel their skin on his.

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➤ how pure are you?

thoma is 0% pure

“ . . . i have nothing to say.”

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❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

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SELF-INDULGENT MEME / ACCEPTING

↳ @raifeza​​​ said: ❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

with the setting sun at his back, thoma takes his waverider from ritou to the sandy shores of nazuchi beach. his poor bitter pufferfish hadn’t made it despite his efforts to heal its infection, and he hadn’t wanted to bother watatsumi’s divine priestess with a problem as trivial as caring for fish. so after laying his beloved friend to rest in his garden, thoma has made it his mission to safely capture another so his surviving pufferfish had a companion in its pond. with his fishing rod and a parcel of fake fly bait, he digs his heels into the sand and throws out his reel, waiting for the inevitable bite. the rustling of leaves and the snapping of branches draws thoma’s attention, and as he jerks his head to the source, the blond spies a group of nobushi charging towards him. “oh shit!—” thoma curses, dropping his rod to summon forth his polearm; only to remember he had left it on the deck of his waverider “—i really should’ve known better. but there’s no time to cry over spilt milk now—” with forlorn sigh, thoma brandishes his fishing rod as his weapon, preparing to parry with the sharp edge of a ronin’s blade “—have pity on this poor fisherman and use the dull edge?”

his terrible attempt at humor in the midst of battle only aggravates his opponent who swings his sword wildly in response. thoma dodges their strikes, but loses his footing when another adversary joins the fray. “hey, this isn’t very fair!—” thoma cries out as he trips face first into the sand, rolling away before the samurai’s blade could maim him. scrambling back onto his feet, the man uses the terrain to his advantage and kicks sand into nobushi’s face, putting distance between them once again and taking a defensive stance. but all was for naught when pain blooms across his flank, the sound of flesh being cut echoing in his ears. thoma falls to his knees, clutching his side as he glares balefully at the enemy who had blindsided him “—that was a fucking cheap shot!”

he was cornered and wounded, a combination that usually entailed a painful death. as his assailants move closer, thoma closes his eyes. “i’m sorry, lady ayaka. may we find each other in the next life—” he mutters under his breath, bracing for the touch of cold metal against his neck. the crackling of electro nearly bursts his eardrums, and it’s enough to prompt thoma to open his eyes. he takes in the scene before him, mouth agape: two ronin lay unmoving across the beach, arrows embedded into their necks , the perpetrator standing at a distance with their bow drawn “—kujou sara-san?”

relief fills him, but it’s quickly replaced with anger when another nobushi strikes the back of sara’s head with the butt of their hilt. with a growl, thoma springs into action, snapping his fishing rod in two over his knee. taking one half of his broken tool, he pulls his arm back and throws it with deadly accuracy, putting as much power behind it as he could. his impromptu weapon strikes true, impaling the samurai in the chest with enough force to knock him back and away from kujou sara. adrenaline rushes through his veins, making him forget his own injury as he stumbles towards his savior. “man, i just wanted to come out here and fish, but instead i got ambushed—” thoma groans, falling beside the recuperating general “—we’re even, kujou-san, but could i ask for a favor? do you know how to stitch wounds? i’ve got a hook and fishing line you could use. those bastards got me good, haha.”

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i had free time so i changed my icons again while working on drafts and i’m pretty satisfied with them now :flushed: