#blightworn

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other (enemies to lovers)

FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .

want to know about a song on my muse's playlist? send in a 🎧 & i'll randomly pick a song along with which lyrics i think symbolize them the most!

And my hands shake, my head hurts

My voice sticks inside my throat

random song off their playlist (Asha's Playlist) // Inbox Open!!

dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?

okay, so ellis loves dirty talk. he loves banter, especially during sex & he loves it to evolve into more explicit exchanges. he is very much a dirty talk as a part of foreplay, he likes to paint out what he wants to do with a partner verbally. he's not shy when it comes to sex & isn't afraid to talk about what he wants to have w his partners physically. he'll talk in their ear about how good they feel, how much he wants them, what they feel like, ect. the only way to really get him to shut up during sex is a gag <3

ellis overall is open to most things, but tends to give a lot of praise during sex. when it comes to receiving he also loves it, but it gets a different sort of emotional reaction from him if that makes sense? as much as he loves whispering in his partner's ear how good they're doing, how lovely they are, ect, ect he can't always take praise gracefully on the receiving end. not that he doesn't like being praised, he loves loves loves it. but it does get a more emotional response out of him a lot of the time ( i've joked in the past tht he might cry but like its not really a joke LMAO ) tho that is talked about a little more here under the kinks section of the post!

he isn't always super quick to demean during sex, he often views it sex an act of absolution & momentary connection so a lot of what he says is reverent. he is stupid into body worshipping & a lot of what he says reflects that. he sometimes likes when a partner is a little mean to him but he struggles to match that energy & it's sort of a fine line. he gets his feelings hurt very easily & as sexy as it is in theory, he struggles in practice. it's also not his go to when it comes to how he treats his partner, it's sort of a delicate balance if that is the direction a partner goes.

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

lowkey a continuation of the sex drive section of this post.

so in the precious linked post, i talk about how ellis has a pretty high sex drive but struggles with getting off. it's pretty blatant when he does orgasms, there is definitely a lot of c/um involved, but also it's very visceral throughout his body. because he can't always get off paired with him having sex on the mind Pretty Constantly, when he orgasms it rocks his whole world.

his whole body shakes, he's covered in sweat, he might not want to be touched for a small refractory period. ( which is like jarring because usually he wants to touch & be touched, when he comes out of that sensitive space though he will be wayyyy clingy & want to be close ) it takes a lot to actually get him to cum & often walks away from sex without orgasm because that is not the Goal when he has sex. sex is about having sex, orgasms are just extra points if they get there.

i've also talked about this pretty extensively on other posts but he might cry after orgasming. it's not uncommon, he gets hit with every physical sensation in the book & then the emotional high/low follows. he's not super clear about that when communicating it to his partners though & if it happens, he will probably try to hide any tears he's got.

the most effective way to get him to orgasm? strip away his defenses, make him beg. he doesn't step into a submissive place in bed very often, but there is a lot of freedom he finds in giving himself over to that feeling. a lot of what makes it difficult for him to cum is also wrapped up in the inability to let go of that level of control, to leave himself exposed after sex & vulnerable the way he wants to be at his core?

DISCO ELYSIUM // accepting . @blightworn

The General glances towards her nas'taron (twin soul), both standing in similar armour - so similar that it could have been the same were it not for the very specific details that differed. Both held their heads down, bowed, their helmets beneath their arms. The Dirthamen's General looks at her with their light grey eyes, brow slightly quirked, and the Falon'din's general's dark eyes simply move to the floor as a response. Softly, carefully, slowly, she takes a single step back over the polished floor. One single step, standing behind her other half, whose God spoke to them both.

   “Of course." she hears them say it. The General with dark eyes and shaved head, however, simply stared at the floor, denoting the pattern - waiting. It was an odd thing to say, an odd thing to compare Themselves to. Out of all things, she had never heard a single one of the Evanuris call Themselves an instrument.

Her  expression  is  easily  concealed  should  you  know  nothing  of  her,  a  glamor  of  interest  that  any  layman  would  never  be  able  to  notice  is  a  falsity.  In  truth,  she  is  growing  increasingly  disinterested  in  the  gentleman's  words,  this  whole  moment  a  formality  but  it  seems  at  each  rendezvous  point,  it  was  the  same  messenger.  He  is  often  foolish,  this  Venatori  spy,  when  she's  yet  to  actually  remember  what  he  calls  himself.  This  loose  alliance  with  the  blood  cult  was  only  made  in  mutual  assistance  for  her  mistress  and  for  him.  Nothing  more.

Then,  she  watches  with  slightly  narrowing  eyes  as  he  seems  suddenly  overcome  with  courage  to  reach  out  toward  her  with  a  flower  betwixt  his  fingers  on  offer  to  her.

"  I  saw  it  on  my  way  here  to  see  you.  "  He  speaks  like  a  young  man  burdened  with  infatuation  and  it  chills  her  blood.  Does  the  so  called  Sun  God  not  see  his  ants?  She  wonders  if  all  Venatori  are  this  foolhardy,  this  burdenless  to  act  as  if  the  world  is  not  shifting  on  its  very  axis.  Is  this  but  a  normal  day  for  him?

A  branch  flicks  sharply,  causing  Gwendolyn  to  glance  up  at  the  fluttering  of  obsidian  wings,  a  sharp  cawing  echoing  into  the  air.  And  her  chest  inflates  in  anticipation  as  her  folded  arms  slowly  draw  away  from  herself.

Poor  soul,  he  is  in  the  presence  of  a  power  even  she  cannot  fully  fathom.  She  feels  it,  a  foreboding  dread  that  leaches  beneath  her  feet  toward  the  foolish  man,  causing  him  to  pale  right  before  her  eyes.  She  feels  a  smirk  twitch  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth,  not  looking  over  her  shoulder  at  all  for  she  feels  him.

Feels  long  fingers  climb  up  her  spine,  her  eyes  falling  closed  almost  in  serenity  until  that  hand  is  gripping  the  nape  of  her  neck  in  a  firm  grip.  Lilac  hues  snap  open  as  her  gaze  lifts  to  find  Claude,  that  smile  fully  claiming  her  features.

"  Diavol  mic—  "  She  greets  with  an  accented  purr  but  he  doesn't  speak  as  he  instead  pulls  her  right  into  his  chest  before  crushing  his  lips  against  hers.  Finally,  she  thinks  to  herself  as  she  eagerly  returns  the  possessive  affection  as  his  hand  holds  her  to  him  by  the  base  of  her  skull.  His  fingers  scratch  into  her  hair,  mussing  it  so  carelessly  but  she  possesses  no  ability  to  care.

And  as  his  tongue  brushes  over  hers,  the  flower  in  the  spy's  hand  erupts  into  flame,  his  hand  dropping  it  with  a  sharp  yelp  before  he  watches  their  coupling.  The  pain  in  his  eyes  is  threefold;  a  fleeting  affection  dying  with  the  flower  smoldering  to  ash  at  his  feet,  his  fingers  that  now  burn,  and  the  unbearable  sickness  he's  felt  since  Claude  had  arrived.  In  fact,  he  starts  to  groan  painfully  as  his  hands  pressing  into  his  stomach,  confused.

The  audible  parting  of  their  lips  has  Gwendolyn  panting  for  air,  desire  blowing  her  pupils  wide  as  Claude  slowly  turns  his  attention  back  to  the  spy  who  is  writhing  but  still  on  his  feet.  His  gaze  is  cold,  detached  as  his  hand  that  holds  her  draws  back  down  her  spine  then  skates  out  to  grip  at  her  flank.  As  the  spy  looks  up  at  him,  that  confusion  starting  to  grow  into  realization,  but  it  is  for  nothing.

"  Oh,  you  disrespectful  wretch,  will  you  just—  "  and  with  a  twist  of  his  wrist,  as  if  wielding  a  garrote  of  the  fade  itself,  the  man's  neck  snaps  harshly  and  unnaturally  to  the  left,  cutting  his  life  short.  His  body  crumbles  into  a  heap  at  their  feet,  Claude's  shoulders  rolling  back  as  if  he  is  trying  to  brush  this  whole  moment  off  of  himself.  With  a  lifted  brow,  he  mutters  a  sighing  "—thank  you.  "

Gwendolyn's  gaze  is  fixed  upon  him  in  this  moment,  completely  transfixed  as  she  feels  his  thumb  and  forefinger  capture  her  chin  within  the  grip  of  his  now  free  hand.  Her  heart  hammers  in  her  chest  as  she's  reaching  for  him  now,  claw-like  fingernails  scratching  into  the  greying  hair  at  his  temples,  finding  herself  unable  to  resist  him  when  he's  like  this.  Possessive,  powerful,  gripping  her  so  tightly  she  thinks  it  might  leave  a  mark;  she  hopes  it  does.  As  she  shells  her  lips  over  his  she  demands,  "  Take  me  to  bed.  "  as  she  seals  another  kiss  before  she  crushes  the  smoldering  flower  with  her  boot  heel.