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[sempsimps]

Gregory + Cheslock x reader nail painting

So they are separate, but I wanted to paint their nails okay, so I'll do wholesome first, and I'll add a line for NSFW stuffs. All right, chill :)

Gregory-

-He loves to paint his nails it's just like normal painting, and it looks pretty, although it isn't typically for males, but he doesn't mind

-It's a good distraction when life gets too much, ya know, and he will do Cheslock's his if he asked for some help

Late in the evening, chilling in his room, talking or just sitting in silence and carefully doing his nails.

"So, how was your day"

Gregory looked up at me and sighed deeply before giving an answer.

"It was... busy"

I nodded and carefully turned his hand to get a better angle to paint his thumb.

"Yeah, you are a prefect, after all. You get a lot of ... uh sidequests"

a tilt of his head told me he thought it was an odd description but smiled a little, shaking his head. I applied the polish once. twice, three times, and then it was done. now to do the other hand, which he gave quickly. softly admiring the first set as they dried, glistening in the light, once I was done, he stared at them for a while.

"Thank you"

"Don't worry, I'm happy to do them"

I smiled and started to do my own nails to look pretty. But as I felt a hand reach out for mine, I looked up at him. He glanced away before asking.

"Could i do them for you?"

"Oh y yeah, have at it"

His touch was gentle, and he did the same treatment I did for him. He seemed to either know what he was doing or was a very fast learner. Either way, they looked immaculate by the end.

Cheslock-

-I feel like he has a little bit of anger management, and painting / picking the nail polish works to calm down. but he can't do it himself that well, so he either gets Gregory, or you to do them, it looks better, and he'll feel a little bad about ruining it, but it's better than blowing up at people.

-and if people judge, he just yells at them. idk

-He likes to rant doing it since you'll listen to him, but it's like a comfortable silence when Gregory does it. Instead, Cheslock wouldn't start the conversation unless Gregory did. idk

He sat cross-legged on the floor, one hand in your lap that was being yassified using the other hand to gesture during his new rant.

"And then he went on to say I was in the wrong! like I wasn't educated in the subject. Also, I'm a damn prefect! He shouldn't argue with me of all people!"

He gestured with his spare hand to emphasize his point, showing frustration with the student by waving it in the air and occasionally pushing it forward. As I attempted to paint his other nails, some polish smudged onto his skin. However, I chose not to say anything, as it was best to allow him to stim.

"Wow, really? and what else did he say?"

I was genuinely curious about what this ballsy person had to say. I briefly paused in the nail painting to look at him, my eyes asking for the continuation of the story.

"Oh, don't get me started, he continued to -"

He kept telling me what happened and soon had to switch hands, keeping still to let them dry. When this happened, He remained silent, smiling at the completed set, feeling both amazed and impressed at how quickly it was done despite his fidgeting. Once it was done, you started painting your own nails, not wanting to end the conversation just yet. However, then it was lights out, and you both went to your separate dorm rooms.

=====okay here's the spicy ideas i had for the same thing=====

warning

cock warming

men whimpering

Gregory is a bottom / Cheslock is a top (SEPARATED THO)

(send me feral ass outside to touch grass, or water, or fire, like anything not electronic, or in my house)

trying not to move?

doing two things at once??? I guess??

Gregory-

I was deeply focused on the hand I was painting carefully running the brush along it, but the hand I was holding suddenly flexed, and I smeared some of the nail polish onto his skin

"Hey, keep still, please,"

"mh trying"

I felt him twitch at my words. I was on top of Gregory, his member inside of my hole, with my thighs on either side of his waist. Gregory's head was lulled back on the pillows. He was biting his lips, trying his best not to move. his other hand digging into my thigh to keep him grounded. he was panting a little and occasionally let out a whimper. It was cute because I had only done three nails on one hand. and there was so much left to do. he was already this sensitive, trying his hardest not to thrust up into me. I was just finishing the fourth nail, but I leaned over to gather more polish from the bottle resting on his chest. coating the brush again, as I moved Gregory whimpered. I felt a slight shift of his cock, this made me pause and let out a shaky breath, as my hole clenched, in response to it another soft buck made the bottle of polish almost tip, and my thigh have a slight spasm. I was teasingly slow with it, but it was getting to me now, I understood why he was coming undone so fast, but I wasn't going to leave a job halfway done.

Cheslock-

it was getting hard to focus. All I could feel was Cheslock, his hands resting on my chest, and playing with my nipples. my legs were around his waist as he sat on the heel of his feet. and his cock was deeply buried inside of me, as a random roll of his hips made me lose my brain every time. his teasing laugh echoed in the room.

"Hehe, come on, don't you want to make me look pretty?"

"y yeah, just ah, it's g getting increasingly! difficult. t that's all"

I snapped back. I planned to do it, just that, but this position was making it hard. Even breathing was a challenge to do while he was being a prick and purposely making me mess it up. As I painted his nails, I couldn't help but notice my hand shaking a few times from his teasing actions, leaving accidentally smudges of black nail polish on his fingertips. Cheslock didn't say anything, but his teasing tsk tsk let me know he noticed. As I finished one hand and started on the other, Cheslock calmly took the brush from my hand, closed the polish bottle, and moved it to the side. before slamming my wrists up and rolling his whole body fully connected to mine, leaning over to kiss my lips

Okay so I hope that was ya know at least enjoyable to read I had this thought with a friend they were innocent and I was like "But hear me out sex" and so here it is look at that I also ended them both quickly I was losing some motivation but oh well (i also hope its not very obvious who I like more o_o definitely not)

[urfavsecretgirl]

My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind

That little lady sittin' on the passenger side

It's much less picturesque without her catchin' the light

The horizon tries, but it's just not as kind on the eyes

[snoots-fr]

[virtualryality]

[jujoobedoodling]

it somehow is not surprising at all that my fave sylvaina writers are all still active on tumblr LMAOO

[bluerose5]

The Nightmare Part 3

In which I lie about this only being 3 parts 😂

Links to the other 2 parts are in the reblogs.

~~~

Anders stiffens when he and Justice, as host and spirit, is lifted up into strong arms.

Their skin is cold and clammy, and their body feels as if it's falling apart at the seams.

"Anders."

The call of his name slowly trickles in.

"Anders!"

When they finally process it, they glance up.

Garrett stares back at them, wide-eyed with worry, his brow furrowed.

But more importantly, his forehead is bare, free of any brand.

Even then, Anders reaches out with a shaky hand to brush brown curls away, feeling nothing but smooth skin beneath their touch.

"G–Garrett," Anders stammers, their voice noticeably deeper with Justice's lingering presence.  "I—" Even knowing that Garrett is okay, their heart refuses to stop racing, that sense of dread closing in on them from all sides. Still, all they can manage to say is, "You're safe."

"I am," he assures them.

"I feel like I'm dying," Anders gasps, squirming restlessly. "I can't breathe!"

"You're in a panic," Garrett explains, soft and slow, adjusting his hold on them. "It might feel like you're dying now, but you're not, Anders. This feeling will pass. I'm safe. You're safe. We're both home. In the estate."

Anders tries to focus on the words and their meanings, but even those reassurances do little to calm them. They shake their head, frantic.

Garrett purses his lips.

Then, he reaches for something at his belt.

When he brandishes his knife, Anders eyes it, wary.

"Trust me," Garrett murmurs. Anders meets his eyes. "Do you and Justice trust me?"

With their life.

Speechless, Anders nods, incapable of forming words.

Garrett slices into his own finger. Pressing it against Anders' temple, he forms a sigil with his blood and sheathes his knife.

A simple healing spell closes the wound. Garrett brushes his lips over the sigil, whispering a soft incantation.

All at once, a surge of calm washes over them.

Remnants of their panic still linger, though, its roots running deep. Their heart still pounds, and their body shudders.

But their breathing slows ever so slightly. Their mind clears, the fog slowly but surely dissipating.

They're not completely free of their anxiety yet, but Garrett’s spell does the trick, allowing their senses to return to them. It's enough that they regain some control, at least.

Garrett takes Anders' hands in his, one by one, and places the first atop Anders' chest, followed by the other on his stomach.

He speaks to him again, voice gentle yet firm.

"Breathe with me," Garrett tells him. "Focus on me. Here. Now. With you. Focus on the air flowing through your body."

Anders nods.

"Okay. Inhale through your nose." Anders listens closely. He follows Garrett’s instructions exactly as he says. "Now, hold." Garrett guides him through each step. "Purse your lips, and exhale. Repeat."

They work together to synchronize their breathing.

Eventually, they manage to match each other's pace, slowing to a steady rhythm.

Anders focuses on Garrett the entire time, and Garrett is more than happy to remind him that he's safe. That he's loved. That they're together.

As the fear subsides, blue light dims, and Justice returns to his more dormant state, always present but lingering more so in the background for now.

Garrett holds Anders close, refusing to part, even after the worst passes.

Considering all that has happened, Anders feels drained.

And empty.

He settles close to Garrett’s chest until he's able to speak.

"I'm sorry," he rasps.

Garrett stares down at him, confused.

"Sorry about what?"

"For being a burden."

"Anders." Garrett sighs with a shake of his head. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"But I—"

"Shh…" Garrett presses a finger to Anders' lips, then caresses his cheek. "Stop. You are not burdening anyone with this. All I care about is you feeling better. Here."

Helping him to his feet, Garrett supports most of his weight as they make their way downstairs.

At the bottom of the staircase, Anders digs his heels in when he realizes where they're going.

When Garrett looks at him in question, Anders simply says, "Not the library."

Although Anders expects more probing, Garrett doesn't dig any deeper for an explanation.

Instead, he leads them into the kitchen, shutting the doors behind them to give them some privacy.

After he takes a second to wet a rag, Garrett wrings it of excess water. He takes it and gently cleans his blood from Anders' skin.

Once he's done, he sets to work.

[opticandmasturbation]

[omnomnom18]

Sooo @staff bots like this are ok but artists drawing nipples are not??

[bbheibe]

„Warum sorgst du dich um mich, wenn du dich in jeden Augenblick vergisst?

Warum hast du nichts gesagt, als ein Teil von dir in dieser Nacht zerbrach?

Warum warst du so stark - für jeden aber nicht für dich selbst.“

- MAJAN: für jeden aber nicht für dich

(Ein lied, das jedes Tumblr-Girl und jeder Tumblr-boy, der aufgrund von Depressionen, Selbsthass, Selbstverletzung, usw. Hier gelandet ist, damals gebraucht hätte. Es tut so gut das zu hören, glaubt mir 🖤)

[kegisaroused]

Oh look the pornbots are back

[monstermonger]

It's Autumn and the Leaves are Aflame!

Brought back an old lil sticker sheet, with a few of my fav lil dragons in the theme of my fav season c:

[urfavsecretgirl]

arctic monkeys combinating solo of black sabbath's "war pigs" during "arabella" performance is my roman empire. (thank you dad for introducing me to black sabbath 🤍)

[un-monstre]

If you sent me an ask recently, I didn't get it. I got a notification that I had an ask, but nothing was in the inbox.

[inmydrcams]

opening tumblr to like……… likes aren't working, trying to open posts in a popup aren't working, you need to hard refresh to see the dash, nothing is working =)

[rowynri]

and thus, the yearly undertale fixation comes back into being!! have some doodles :D