Ellie.

BOUNDARIES:

You may see my friends use he\him pronouns for me as well, but please do not use them yourself. I'm only comfortable using he\him with my close ones. Thank you!₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

I am 19, I write for 18+ so if you're under that please do not interact with this blog, thank you. ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

Onto writing boundaries:

I do not have any outside of gendered readers. I can make dark content and you can be assured that i will tag the triggers without censors and put the content under read more and also be sure to give explicit and clear content warnings on the post itself. Please take care of yourself and do not dive into anything that might trigger you, just shoot me a request and I'll write what you want!₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

RULES [PLEASE READ THIS!]:

I am a genderqueer person thus i write for genderqueer and overall queer folks. Please do not send me gendered asks. I will do the ones that were already sent because I didn't say anything on this before so it's on me!₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

I do not mind roleplay blogs! I'd be happy to write for you all!(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

Here, have a cat. Thank you for reading!૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

He loves just sinking into the soft, expensive sheets while he feels like his dick is melting inside your mouth. Your tongue dancing around it, the warm sensation of your mouth burning into his cold sensitive skin, the way you look up at him with your pretty eyes— it’s usually too much and he actually cums the fastest when you’re sucking him off.

Won’t pull on your hair or thrust without asking first, ever. The last thing he wants to do is make this painful for you, even if you like it, he’ll ask for permission with a “May I, love?” and how can you say no to that?

When you first went to his office while he was overworking himself once again and leaving you all alone for hours, you tell him that you know just the way to destress. He first thinks of cakes with a side of tea but you brush the idea off with a chuckle, get under his table and between his thighs. Playing with his zipper, pulling on it your teeth. “May I, love?” You ask, watching him blush a little and sink into his chair, “You may…” he breathes out. No matter how professional he loves to be in ‘working hours’ you’re just irresistible to him.

Wriothesley

Oh he loves it. He’s a guy that gets hard and dripping from sucking you off/eating you out and he loves it when you return the favour. Just tell him, doesn't really matter where as long as privacy can be arranged. Those legs will be parted for you as soon as you want.

As I just said, he just likes pleasuring you more orally. You’re stressed? Lay down and let him work his tongue on you. Oh and, he knows how to work it and he knows it. He’s an experienced man in both ways, so whatever you have, he’ll have your legs shaking and your fingers gripping his hair in no time.

He also loves to work his shaft to the sound of your moans and your taste, it’s just his favourite fucking thing ever. The way you moan and writhe just because of his tongue while pushing his head even further down into you? Heaven. Nothing comes close for him.

You smile to yourself as the once charming and unrelenting magician becomes putty in your hands as those hands of yours are working his shaft, feeling his dick twitch while he whines and moans into your mouth.

“Fuck- I can’t- ‘m gonna cum I-“ You smile as you speed up your strokes, making him whine and thrust into your hand, no sight of that magician that was teasing and flirting with you at the bakery just a few minutes ago. For once in your life you feel thankful how some buildings in Fontaine are built so close, giving some privacy for you while you give your boyfriend a handjob.

“Already baby?” You chuckle softly, your breath tickling his neck while you start to nibble and suck on the flesh, making his fingers fly to your hair and pull on it, whining your name.

“Can’t help it- you’re so good with your hands— ah!” He stills as he cums way earlier than he expected and cries out as you bite down on his neck while not even slowing your pace down.

“Too sensitive- no- fuck!” He chokes out a moan of your name as your pace becomes ruthless on his poor sensitive cock, twitching wildly and already ready to cum and coat your fingers again.

“C’mon, you were so ruthless with your flirting, I deserve to have some fun too, hm?”

You giggle as he grips your hair even tighter, crying out about how he can’t take anymore and he’s already cumming again—

“Lyney… why are you being so unusually cute?” You smile as you stroke his soft hair as gently as your fingers can, careful to not disturb his peace while you’re reading a book and he’s cuddling you. His face is buried between where your neck and shoulders meet, you hear him huff and giggle at the warm sensation. Making him smile and look up at you, rewarding you with a cosy and lazy smile.

“Just wanted my beloved superstar’s attention and affection, is that so wrong?” He asked, dragging out the ‘o’ in ‘wrong’ so sweetly you think he sounds like a cat that’s purring.

You can’t help it, your cat lover instincts kick in and you start giving him gentle scritches under his chin, making him cuddle into you even more. It’s like he’s trying to melt your bodies together, he’s holding onto you tightly but not to a point that it’s uncomfortable.

You smile and leave him to rest, and you swear to the 7 archons above that you hear and feel him purr. You don’t want him to stop though, so you keep it to yourself.

Neuvillette

You have the Chief Of Justice of Fontaine laying his head on your lap while laying in your shared bed like it’s the most natural thing.

It is. to him.

It’s raining in Fontaine, your beloved has been burdened for a few days now but always keeping it to himself until it gets too much to bear and you find yourself in a similar scenario yet again, letting him silently process his emotions while giving him the comfort he needs.

Stroking his hair, making sure to be extremely gentle on the thick blue parts, they always feel more like second skin but you never comment on it, you run his hand up and down on his back gently and as comfortingly as you can. Letting him bask in your warmth, the warmth that his body lacks and the warmth he yearns for so much every day.

You allow him to bask in your warmth, your gentle touches sending sparks under his skin while rain gently taps on the windows.

He doesn’t need to talk, he knows you can understand him, you know what he needs, you’re his other half. You complete each other, and he couldn’t be more thankful for having a person he can always fall back on, someone he can always trust.