British | she/her they/them | autistic | 20s | multi fandom | I write for CoD, Ghost BC, Sleep Token, Creepypasta, Harry Potter, Big Hero 6, and Lockwood and Co. | @stonedstargazer666's beautiful princess with a disorder | Satanism is pretty cool | Hellenism is pretty great | ā”ā”ā”
I will write for these Lockwood and Co. characters:
Anthony Lockwood
Lucy Carlyle
George Karim
I will write for these Ghost members:
Dewdrop/Sodomizer
Swiss Army Ghoul/ Swiss
Rain
Phantom
Aether
Mountain
Cirrus
Cumulus
Aurora
Sunshine
Omega
Alpha
Ifrit
Mist
Zephyr
Terzo
Cardinal Copia
Any Papas
And era 1 and 2 ghouls
I will write for these Sleep Token members:
Vessel
II
III
IV
The Vesselettes
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Satoru Gojo
Suguru Geto
Nanami Kento
Ino Takuma
Ryomen Sukuna
Toji Fushiguro
Shiu Kong
Uraume
Shoko Ieiri
Utahime
Maki Zenin
Nobara Kugisaki
Toge Inumaki
Noritoshi Kamo
Choso Kamo
Megumi Fushiguro
Yuuji Itadori
I will NOT write p*d*philia, zoophilia, rape, b**stiality. Or anything too gory, like, Black Christmas 2006 level gore or Terrifier level gore, because it makes me extremely uncomfortable. Any underage characters (Maki, Toge, Megumi, Yuuji, Nobara.) I will not write smut for. I headcanon BEN_DROWNED to be either 20 or 21.
I WILL write for angst, smut, fluff, crack (funny stuff), Incorrect Quotes, headcanons, scenarios, imagines (same as scenarios??), wholesome shit, and I will write matchups and create a scenario/headcanons with your oc as long as you describe them to me.
Most definitely smells like petrichor and seasalt. Masculine mix of both.
Loves loves loves when it rains in the middle of the ocean.
Would sound like Frank Sinatra/Chris Isaak when singing (in English specifically).
Likes the sound of his own voice. Not even in a selfish way, he just likes the timbre and almost relaxing lilt he speaks with.
I feel like the kind of person/woman that would appeal to him would be dark, confident, and mysterious because they are the most satisfying ones to break.
But also because he's not interested in shy or skittish people other than to frighten them. Self assured and deeply self confident women are extremely sexy to him.
(This also applies to Floyd). Georgina taught them how to be gentlemen (to ladies specifically).
You canāt be sons of a mob family without being chivalrous, can you?
I will take that headcanon to the grave I adore it.
Has eaten poisonous mushrooms he had not yet built an intolerance to and ended up in the infirmary. I think there's a fic about this somewhere please drop the link.
Has probably met a siren and tried his own Leech Brandā¢ļø flirting on her. It didn't really work but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
Likes cats. Slinky little things, they probably remind him of himself.
Has a small collection of taxidermied moths and beetles. Incase Jamil is ever indebted to the Mostro Lounge.
He thinks black tights and stilettos are sexy in a sleek, dark sort of way.
The reason he's so closed off and terrifyingly serene is because he learned from his father. He learned that people fear a more neutral chaos than an actual chaos.
He's just a tad scarier than Floyd in the sense that you genuinely never know what's on his mind.
Listens to rock, Ghost/Sleep Token style songs. He's gonna be punk in some way. (Mourning the loss of his early design.)
what do u think of euphoria? im not sure if youve watched but i just wanted to get your opinion bc the latest season was a HOT MESS šš¤
i watched like one episode (enough to deter me from it) from a past season with my sisters and i agree with you.
i genuinely think that if a show is about teenagers, yet ACTUAL teenagers can't watch it, you're straight up fetishising them and the teenage experience, and it's crazy that the show is in a HIGH SCHOOL setting yet there's insanely mature content going on.
Sam Levinson is a fricking creep and i personally think any nudity/sexual scenes depicting underaged characters is gross and shouldn't be accepted or normalised (i think sex scenes in general are unnecessary but that's a conversation for another time) and idgaf that the actors are adults or that this show has launched careers, whoever thought of this stuff needs jail time.
cw: suggestive, probably nsfw, azul being secretly perverted, opinions.
hates having to clean his glasses, because every glasses wearer feels that way.
longsighted.
nervous around girls, probably because he doesn't spend that much time around them but also because they're just intimidating.
has never put his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.
secretly has a thing for maid outfits. he'd love to have a pretty little thing running around the lounge, all dolled up in frills and a lil headband, pinching the skin just above their thigh highs to get a reaction.
but then he remembers how girls scare him and that the tweels would probably taunt and harass the poor maid to no end.
sometimes forgets to blink when he's really focused on one thing. then blinks and his eyes burn.
once got his tentacles tangled in a shipwreck and it keeps him up at night.
his mom taught him how to do taxes before middle school. she's very proud of that.
if he existed here he'd be argentinian.
he'd be a snooker player. probably already knows how to play. based on a very attractive fanart I saw on Pinterest.
yuu overblots but instead of attacking others, they attack themselves.
pt.1
tw and tags: suicide attempt, gore, ooc writing as this is my first attempt at writing the whole cast, sigh. inspired by @nawoken's post but VERY VERY different as I tweaked multiple things.
You panted heavily, your hand pressed firmly against your chest as you collapsed onto the pavement leading to Ramshackle. You could feel itā an insidious sensation rising within you. It surged through your organs, clawing its way up your trachea, and pooling in your mouth.
Yes, it was a merciless being.
It, beyond a shadow of a doubt, was none other than blot.
The world around you began to blur, fade, and spin all at once. A creeping darkness slowly encroached upon your vision from the peripheryā and the accumulation of blot taking place only got worse.
Grim, having jwust caught up with you, tilted his head in concern as he approached.
āHenchman! Geez, what's gotten you in such a hurry? That was probably one of the only moments I struggled to keep up withāā
You cough up blot.
āāyou...ā
As a magicless human hailing from an alternate realmā vastly different from the one in which you now resideā your body remained unacquainted with the systems of this present world. Despite the absence of magic, blot had managed to coalesce, born not from use of magic (as you do not bear any..), but solely from the tumultuous depths of your intense emotions.
You tried to hide itā you really did. Every time you felt the blot emerging from you, you went to excuse yourself and vomit it out. And somehow, someway, you were able to veil itā but dear god, did it hurt.
āHenchman?! What in the world?! Is that... Blot? Howā Urgh, whateverā just hang in there!ā
Grimā startled by the sheer abruptness and severity of the situationā struggled to proceed. After all, he couldn't even wrap his head around what was happening right now. Moreover, you never struck him as someone who'd overblot! Atleast, if you were to overlook the multiple instances in which he saw you give him that occasional empty look in their eyes. Like that one time, where you and him were about to go to bedā
-
āYou and I really are different, aren't we, Grim?ā You muttered, curling up and burrowing your facing in your arms.
āHeh, naturally! Not a soul can come on par with the great and illustriousāā
āThat's not what I mean. You, on one hand, have everything.ā You interrupted, subtly adjusting your position to face Grim.
āWhut?? You're spouting nonsense, Henchman.ā Grim replied, turning to face youā only to be met by the piercing chill of your empty, cold eyes flaying him alive.
āI, on the other hand, have nothing.ā
-
Ah. Well, that slipped his mind, he supposes. Not to mention, there were those rare moments when Grim caught you lost in your thoughts, mumbling to yourself with a voice that was nearly incoherentā but just enough to discern a few words. In those fleeting instances, there was what seemed to be tears that glistened on your cheek, a poignant testament to the turmoil that had been brewing within.
-
Grim cautiously peered through the slightly ajar door, his gaze falling upon a prefect huddled on the floor, their body curled in a protective embrace as they sought solace from whatever pained them.
The air was thick with the sound of Yuu's quiet murmurs, their words barely breaking the silence, yet Grim managed to discern three poignant utterances: "Mother," "home," and what appeared to be the name of someone dear to them.
-
After a few seconds of idle, he abruptly snapped out of his trance, his voice rising urgencyā demanding someone to come and help; all while staying in your vicinity.
However, you couldn't grasp any of it.
No, it was far too late. Those brief, few seconds were all the blot needed to envelope you, plunging you into an unfathomable abyss. The weight of the void pressed down, slowly consuming every fragment of your being. Sevens, it was simultaneously drowning you and burning you alive. Need I say more?
Your body was considered a foreign object in this worldā you were an outsider, an intruder, an anomaly. Your anomalous body was undergoing something that it wasn't made to adapt to. Thus, you can bet it hurt like hell.
The first to get there was Ace and Deuceā arriving to the scene just as the blot engulfed youā followed by Riddle, Trey, and Cater.
āHuh??? What in the shit's going on?!ā Ace muttered under his breath, adrenaline spiking.
āYuu!ā Deuce lunged forward, fully intent on reaching you. However, he was swiftly intercepted by Riddle.
āDeuce, you musn't! It is far too dangerous!ā Riddle articulated, his tone a blend of urgency and restraint. He visibly held himself back aswell, torn between the instinct to rush to your side just as Deuce attempted, and the necessity of caution.
Trey and Cater exchanged glances, conveying a shared understanding of the urgency of the situation. After a brief moment, they both nodded in agreement.
āI'll call for help.ā Cater declared, his voice steady and resolute.
It didn't take long for everyone to gather.
Epel panted heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath after the frantic dash to Ramshackle.
āWhāWhat's happened to the prefect?!ā he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of panic and concern.
Your figure, draped and fully shrouded in blot, rested upon the stone pavement before Ramshackle.
āThat black stuff...ā Kalim muttered, trying to keep his hands from trembling. āThat'sā That's gotta be blot, right...?ā
āYuu's... Overblotting?! How's that even possible??!ā Ace bellowed, throwing his hands up. āYuu doesn't have magicā heck, they aren't even from this world, how in the world did their body even generateāā
The abrupt silence was shattered by a pained screech that erupted from your figure, a sound that resonated with raw anguish as someoneā no, somethingā began to emerge from your very being, though it was still too cloaked in blot to discern.
āChild of man...ā Malleus murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, directed at no one in particular yet heavy with significance.
āThat spudling...ā Vil sighed deeply, as if a cloud of exasperation hung over him like a storm waiting to break. Yet, beneath the surface of his frustration, he was acutely aware that you bore no responsibility for the turmoil.
The others instinctively gripped their magic pens, their hearts pounding with trepidation. Though their intentions were far from hostile towards you, they understood the necessity of defense; should you attack, they would be compelled to protect themselves.
The dark blot surrounding you began to amalgamate, twisting and writhing as it formed into jagged, sharp spikes that glinted ominously in the light.
āWuh-oh, here comes Shrimpy... scary version.ā Floyd jested, adjusting his grip on his magic pen.(though he thinks he could snap you out of it solely from squeezing it out of you..)
āFufufu, I find it rather inappropriate to indulge in humor at this moment, Floyd,ā Jade remarked with a serene composure, meticulously adjusting his gloves with deliberate care.
Your overblot form was fully unveiled now. It consisted of you surrounded by blot, hung suspended by the neck in the heart of the abyss around you, draped in the suffocating embrace of the substance.
Everyone went silent then.
As your head lulled upward, your gaze finally meeting the eyes of the crowd, the collective instinct of the mass surged. They readied their magic pens once more, untilā
Pierce.
There was the wet, tearing noise of flesh being unzipped, followed by the muffled thud of the thorns burying themselves deep into the muscle and bone of none other than the prefect themselves. At that moment, chaos ensued.
Everybody lost their composure.
Some screamed. Some internally panicked but remained still. Some immediately bursted into tears. Some sprinted to action.
But through the cacophony of tearing tissue and the heavy, rhythmic splashing of blood, a sound emerged that was far more haunting than the gore: your voice. It was a broken, airy thing, barely more than a rasping breath that seemed to vibrate from the very core of your being. You did not scream in terror; instead, you mumbled with a terrifying, hollow desperation.
ākill me.ā
āi want to go home.ā
āi want...
to be free
.ā
i'm sleepy. lmk if there are mistakes. yeayea this is part oen just be patient it's late and i'm sleepy and i just wanted to get this out asap and i bave college tomorrwo bye
cw: suggestive bits. obvious angst. me loving the dragon boy.
most definitely hums to himself, and would love the phantom of the opera soundtrack.
loves being gothic. prides himself on it, and has also probably worn a corset at some point.
speaking of corsets, he's very fond of women's corsets, mostly because he finds the female figure very attractive. (ahem ahem boob lover).
he just likes the curves. and the idea of holding a woman's corseted waist is very pleasing to him.
enjoys the rain, but doesn't like how it happens. (doesn't like how it depends on his mood fluctuations).
used to not use his fire magic when he was young because he couldn't properly control it.
wandered off a lot when he was a kid.
was often found in the middle of the forest, in the same large, empty meadow.
developed a habit of talking to himself from childhood loneliness, and still sometimes does it as a teen fae.
would probably actually break down if lilia died. inconsolable, and would go completely catatonic. (luckily I hc lilia to be an actual vampire so he won't be dead for a long time)
finds owls fascinating.
used to accidentally bump his horns when he got the height (6'7 my lord) and had to duck underneath doorways before they were altered in the palace.
also finds humans fascinating. what do you mean you're mature at 25? he wasn't even out of the toddler stage at that age. what is a 'chronic illness'? brilliant creatures. (his words).
are ur requests still open?? ^_^ and do u write for trans readers......
i think i qualify as under the trans umbrella (demigirl) so it would be pretty hypocritical for me not to write trans readers, but yes my askbox is open, darling.
could u do the lost boys with male reader that kinda dresses like mello (death note)? like crop tops, black clothing, jewelry + they know they're a bad bitch too
you know you a bad bitch yah
david
clothing trade mayhap? except he doesn't wear croptops and we all mourn.
you two look like a small flash mob.
grunge vampire with his emo boy mate.
ofc the california heat is mean to you but not him.
presses his cold jewellery to your waist whenever he notices you lookin a lil too akin to a steamed vegetable.
dwayne
chronic waist grabber and he does not apologise for it.
croptops in general are good for getting this man's attention. he just loves how much skin they reveal.
absolutely pulls you in by your jewellery.
you have very opposite styles..
marko
another waist exposer? god they're everywhere.
you're like the goth version of him.
likes your confidence. it's one thing to be hot shit but to KNOW you're hot shit? it's very sexy to him.
paul
clothes trader. either you have vaguely similar styles or i've taken too many naps this week.
wants you to wear a waist chain. please please please please please please please
defo scratches you any exposed skin his little grubby hands can find.
I have a very funny and unrealistic headcanon scenario in my mind lolll
Sebastian and ciel returns to the mansion from a loooong mission. Mitsuri!darling (big boobies, curvy but thin body ohom oho and pink hair like her, classic cute mitsuri appearancefrom kny)
Meanwhile, she was showering, but when she heard his voice, she put a towel around her body and immediately ran. When she saw them, she gasped and started to go down the stairs. She tripped, the towel around her body fell off, and she fell on Sebastian. The only thing Sebastian saw was her chest as she fell on him, (think about that her ches presses on sebastians face and hes lying down like a statue lol) basically nstead of getting up, she started babbling apologies lmao
Meanwhile Ciel's about to die from cringe and shame
I hope you like this request lol it was funny to write āļø šš
ciel is sprinting away faster than sound, he's too tired to see and deal with any of that, leaving you alone with the demon butler whom your breasts are currently squished in the face of.
"I'M SO SORRY!" you keep apologising profusely, even though you haven't actually gotten up yet.
he, sebastian, puts a hand over your eyes and wraps the towel back around you, tucking it in correctly and securely. pity, you have such a magnificent figure.
it was a shock, but not an unwelcome one. it's been so long since sebastian has experienced something like that, especially that bold, even if it was an accident.
it would be a lie if he said he didn't sometimes allow his eyes to wander over you in the most vile ways possible, even when you were fully clothed. now, he just has your proportions confirmed beneath those pesky clothes of yours.
My request contains a bit of TW. After consuming Ciel's soul, Sebastian finds a new contractor. His new contractor is old and cruel, especially towards his young wife. Unfortunately, she had to marry him by her family's force, sold to him. But she's so kind, even to Sebastian. The wife is so beautiful; her appearance is just like Mitsuri Kanroji, but her height is just like Shinobu's height; she's short.
anyways the wife helps sebastian, even tho hes a demon, she bakes delicious cookies for him to eat. she loves cats too,
But unfortunately, her husband is abusive towards her. Would Sebastian interfere? I wonder. She was so happy at first, but she's always sad these days, with bruises covering her from face to toe, unfortunately. He even wants Sebastian to hurt him in various ways. Now she doesn't go out of her room and has PTSD and flinches at nearly everything, including Sebastian. I wonder, would he deny him or obey him? I'd like to read a headcanon from youuu and i wonder your opinions
killing that slag on sight.
cw: talk of homicide, actual homicide, distress, domestic abuse, talk of cannibalism, attempted sexual assault/marital rape, marks left from physical abuse, healthy coping mechanisms, implied objectification on john's part, and partially sebastian's, body worship? switched from the reader's perspective to sebastian's multiple times. i'm interpreting the wife/reader as being a buxom woman.
Ok, so Sebastian would probably try to get along with both members of the household, and would definitely notice the age gap between the young woman and the old husband. And since Sebastian appears to be a handsome young fellow, the husband, whom I'm going to call John because I fucking hate that name, would 'vent' about his wife to our beloved demon butler.
Even though John has nothing to vent about because he's an old abusive rich white man with a lovely young wife. And Sebastian cannot stand him for this reason. The 'venting' would just be John being misogynistic about his wife and comfortably saying some repulsive drivel, assuming Sebastian would agree with him. Which, to keep up the butler facade, he does.
Sure, Sebastian is a sadistic demonic murderer, but he definitely recognises that this old prune's wife has done absolutely nothing to warrant this verbal animosity from him.
Any man would be delighted to have such a gorgeous wife, especially one as curvaceous as you. You're the sweetest woman, even to a bloodthirsty demon butler like Sebastian. One might mistake you for a maid due to your love for baking.
But it helps. It's something to distract you from the cruel, chauvinistic nature of the man you're supposed to call your husband. The new butler helps, too.
He's a handsome man, despite his eerie and mysterious nature, he is kind to you and even helps out with baking, whereas your husband used to just stand in the doorway and watch you, before leaving you alone to do whatever interested him in that moment.
The butler, you've come to know his name to be Sebastian, is quite the saviour as well.
One night, when John was being particularly rough - ripping your garters down and slapping your hand away when you tried to shove him off you, a miraculous knock on the bedroom door saved you from the greedy hands of what could've been the start of a horrific night.
You don't know what the reason was exactly for Sebastian requiring the assistance of your husband, you're just grateful for the timing. What nor you or John know, is that Sebastian saw the incident through a crack in the door.
He was just passing by, only to be stopped by the rough sound of ripping fabric and the familiar squeal of a frightened woman. Of course, he'd never heard the latter sound in this context.
He had peered through the door, left forgettably ajar, and caught the tail end of what he recognised as a revolting, rotting old dog destroying a gift bestowed upon a radiant, rightfully spoiled cat.
His blood ran cold. Either he intervened, pretending to be blissfully unaware of just how filthy that man was, or he murdered your husband right infront of you.
He'd rather not terrify you so early on, since he quite enjoyed your presence, not just the physical aspect. So he settled for a knock.
Clean. Simple. Didn't insinuate he knew anything. Loud enough to hear, but quiet enough not to suggest he knew something was going on on the other side.
You were thankful for it, even though it was probably just because your husband needed to oversee a few things and not because the butler knew what he almost did to you.
He saw you, too. Hand to your chest, breathing deep gasps of relief, eyes closed. He noted your torn garters, red marks on the insides of your thighs. Hm.
He admires your cat, too. Specifically yours, because your husband couldn't stand to look at the sweet thing. All the more reason to kill him, was what Sebastian thought on the matter.
The cat is another of the few things that help you cope with the unfair union.
The cat, which is currently sat on the kitchen floor tiles, with a light dusting of flour powdered on her back, gazing up at you with a look you couldn't quite decipher.
It was late, and storming outside. The kitchen window was open, the scent of petrichor pouring in through the gap.
You didn't have anything to do, and couldn't sleep, so emptying the kitchen cupboards was a wonderful idea.
The fact that you were only in your nightgown was of no relevance. Not to you, at least.
To Sebastian, it was wonderful.
A beautiful woman, busying herself with baking whatever she liked while her feline companion rubbed up against her shins was the very picture of domesticity. Something his master didn't deserve.
Another thing that dog didn't deserve was your body. The sheer silhouette of you was already enough to have the demon knelt before you, add the loose nightgown and he would do whatever you asked him to.
He could, he would worship your body in a way that would make churches look like garden sheds.
But for now, he would do his job, interrupting at times it was convenient for you and infuriatingly inconvenient for your husband.
It was only when he picked up on the scent of blood that he stepped out of line.
The blood was stale, like it was already dried even before the person died. He followed the scent, all the way.... to... the master bedroom.
The door was closed, like a precaution. Like the murder was planned.
It didn't click to him that it might not be your husband who was dead. That thought was unwelcome in his mind. It made him turn the handle.
The scent of blood immediately got stronger, obvious to the point he wanted to open a window just so his senses could be freed from the overwhelming urge to taste.
He was instantly met with the sight of you, standing at the foot of the bed, one hand holding onto a bloodied candelabra, the other clutching the bedpost like you were trying to rip it off.
He was flooded with relief, and a sick sense of schadenfreude at the less than pleasing sight of, what was once his master, your husband's corpse.
You had bludgeoned him, likely in a fit of rage, with the candelabra he had previously noticed you kept on your bedside.
You took a step backwards, bumping into his front and almost jumping out of your skin.
You almost dropped the murder weapon, but Sebastian's quick reflexes saved it from falling.
Clearly, you were in some state of shock, even though you had done nothing wrong. You were just cleaning up a bit.
He gently pried the object out of your hand, snaking an arm around your waist, dragging you out of the room.
"We mustn't touch."
He muttered into your ear, taking you down the hall and into the living room to lay down on the settee, ignoring the bloodspatter that had managed to drip onto your nightgown and onto your cleavage. Well, he could lick it up later.
The candelabra was still in his grasp when he went back up, closing and locking the door behind him.
the dirty look he gives you, knowing that you slept with someone for information. he was very opposed to the idea if it werenāt for his master permitting you to do whatever it takes for the mission.
he remembers the blissful look on your face when joker pleasured you in his tent.
the human bears no privileges to taste youāto touch you, and to make you orgasm by his hands.
sebastian mournfully watches you manipulate joker, whispering commands on how to please you; the human only interrupts you with a deep, sloppy kissāreassuring you that he knows how to make you feel good.
the poor tree close by the tent, where you two are about to fornicate in, snaps in half with his grip; sebastian feels quite delighted seeing the confused look on jokerās face; however, you were not oblivious.
you know damn well it was him throwing a tantrum.
so you give the butler a show.
the sounds youāre letting out feels too theatrical; sebastian knew that youād rather die than have someone make you induce a noise so dirty.
the worse part? he knew you were sincerely enjoying it.
your eyes made contact with sebastianās while joker is busy making out with you and grinding his hips deliciously against yours; the demonās crimson eyes gleam in furyāyour body shivers from the cold pressure of the wind and the demonās rising aura.
the sounds of wet slaps of skins for hours are scratching deeply into his ear drums, he was this close to burning the tent. sebastian wants to slice jokerās tongue, his heightened hearing picks up the whispers he breathes in your earsāabout how good you make him feel.
like a natural, you respond just the way joker wants you to. great heavens, youāre a nasty one.
your eyes rolled back in pleasure, letting out an exaggerated moan as the two of you reach your orgasm, rage almost blurs the clear mind of the butlerās.
because despite your advances, you had easily obtained the information needed.
sebastian is infuriated that you can easily sleep with a human youāve just met, while you reject his advances every time inside the manor.
it makes him look needy, he thinks itās pathetic and disgusting.
hihi ^^ i would love too see some headcanons of the lost boys with very obedient, submissive partner. (iām a switch myself but i have a massive submissive lean and i donāt particularly enjoy bratting.)
FUH yeah
david
oh, he loves you. you're his on sight.
we all know david is a hard dom, nothing can make him sub.
I feel like he might sometimes want you to put up a fight, as in bratting, so he can pin you down and use you until all the fight is gone and you're shaking while he cleans you up.
"oh, now where'd all that fight go?" teasing little bitch.
likes you wake you up with his fingers inside you, gripping your waist so you can't crawl away.
dwayne
oh, honey.
he's a tad bit better than david, due to him being a little bit kinder and knowing he's a lot bigger and stronger than you.
but he's a lot bigger and stronger than you. and you're so submissive and obedient.
prepare to get stretched and ache a whole lot. tall, dark, and handsome over here just found a new interest: breeding.
he already had a breeding kink but it went into hibernation.
you woke it up.
marko
you're cute. after he fucks you till your brain is all floofy, you'll be his new muse for an extremely provocative nude painting.
if he isn't painting you, he'll talk to you. or rather, try to get words out of your shaky, sweaty form while lying next to you and trailing a knuckle over your hips and waist.
paul
i feel like he'd take a while to warm up to you, personality wise, but wouldn't waste anytime getting in your pants.
he's not submissive at all, and none of the boys are obedient. but he likes how whimpery and incomprehensible you get after a few hours of him inside you.
