A/N: Okay Dispatch is slowly taking over my life and NOT in a good way, also, probably not going to finish those kinktober prompts im so sorry ya'll,,, ANYWAYS SONAR'S NEXT ENJOY ^_^
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, AFAB bottom/top reader, bottom/top waterboy, p in v, creampies, riding, fingering, kissing, blowjobs, handjobs, teasing, fingersucking, femdom & male subs, service topping, dry humping, thighfucking, cunnilingus, overstimulation. (Let me know if anything was missed or if there are any errors!!)
(GIF) Waterboy is unable to believe he's touching the real thing.
Waterboy had begged you to ride him, and who were you to deny?
Hyperspermia!Waterboy who is unable to get enough of you.
Waterboy learning your body as you kiss.
Waterboy is a big guy, which means big loads!!
A vocal Waterboy.
Waterboy can't help but watch the way you take his cock.
Waterboy loves your pretty boobs.
Waterboy can be the messiest of eaters! || Really likes to show his appreciation for you with overstimulation.
Giving Waterboy a good time in the supply closet.
A hard and sensitive Waterboy for you!
Even if you get wet, you and Waterboy love dryhumping! || He can cum buckets every single time.
Waterboy can't get enough of how soft your thighs are.
Waterboy getting bold and sending you a video.
Waterboy doesn't wanna stop, you feel way too good!!
herman’s face was buried into your cunt, hands stuck to the soft skin of your thighs, you didn’t realize how truly strong he was if he had the same confidence and willpower to fight others with the same energy he had in eating you out.
“ooh—fuck! herm- hah, w… wait!” you had your hands buried in his brown strands of hair, your inner thighs only tighten even more. watching those big, oceanic eyes staring right back up; fuck they were ruining you. and you were so into it.
“mmmn… mhm, g-glad—mmf!—you like it…” you shut your eyes at your boyfriend humming vibrations into your wet, greedy entrance. long, lengthy pale fingers grinded against your sweet, spongy area inside.
“mmfgh—haah, s-sorry my—nnh—love,” he couldn’t help but whimper out under his breath. his palms were slightly shaky, it felt like if he had taken his mouth off of you for more than a second; you would fall frail, and fragile. he didn’t want to leave you, not even for more than he needed.
you have no idea where your herman had learned… but gosh his tongue dragging up your slit had felt more than just ephemeral… it was breathtaking. literally.
“ooh, aahnn—fuck! s’good…” you couldn’t help but let out breathy moans, he had been kissing and sucking at your clit for hours, and hours again. “mmn,”
and when you squirt for the first time? oh he is absolutely head over heels all over again, and he’s back to making out with your cunt like it’s his first time hooking up with someone at a fancy party.
“thought… that only happened w-with me…” … “oh i mean you know, my um… my powers…”
thinking so hard about virgin!waterboy (herman) overstimulating himself when fucking you for the first time <3
he's so excited, so nervous, that he can hardly contain himself to begin with. his whole face flushed, his hands trembling, little streams of water rolling down his chin from the corners of his mouth… you're surprised he can even get hard with how wound up he clearly is. when you lean up to kiss him in an attempt at soothing, his mouth is full of water. you don't really mind. herman gurgles out an apology as soon as you break away from him though, looking closer to crying than anything else.
it takes a little while for him to settle down. you'll tell him that it's all alright, it'll all be okay. you know it's his first time and you can take it slow together. you know it doesn't feel this way right now, but it's not that serious.
you've inconspicuously (or, at least, you hope) glanced at the outline of his dick through his hero suit before, and so you already know that herman isn't small by any means. though, when you finally get to see it, fully hard and with the tip leaking, you still think you're starting to salivate.
he's got such a pretty cock, long and the perfect thickness, his tip curved up a little. he's made an attempt to trim his hair though, you think, he hasn't done it that often, judging from the uneven patches. you want to tell him how gorgeous his dick is, but you think that would actually cause him to drown himself right now. you'll save it for later.
another of your suspicions is confirmed as soon as he pushes into you. he's loud. an absolute whimpering mess off a man, his nails clawing at the waterproof sheets the bed is covered in.
he's whining before he's even got his dick entirely inside of you, water beading on the exposed skin of his chest and arms. you can feel him twitch inside of you.
"you're very, very, um, warm…" he says, a shudder going through him as you grind up a little to meet his stilled hips.
herman takes the hint, sinking inside of you further and further punctuated with shuddering exhales and sudden inhales. when he starts to actually thrust into you, the wet slaps of his hips meeting yours filling the room, it only takes him a few thrusts before he's filling you up with a shaky wail. *and there's so much of it, too."
"are you- are you peeing?" you ask him, voice trembling a little, and he frantically shakes his head.
"no, no, definitely not, i just… it's always, always a lot-- i can't really, don't know how to… not do that."
"it's alright," you reassure him once again. "i wanted to make sure, but, it's pretty hot." your hand moves down to rub at yourself, when herman catches your wrist. he almost immediately lets go again.
"so, sorry… but we don't have to- we can keep going." he says it with such sudden conviction that you don't dare suggest otherwise. in return, you get a front-row seat to him fucking himself into an utter mess.
he holds up pretty well for about another two or three orgasms, though he babbles a lot more nonsense, and the sheen of water on his skin is actually starting to drip down on you. he's still cumming a lot. with every one of his thrusts, a little bit of it leaks out of you. he becomes a bit bolder or, perhaps, simply less embarrassed while lost in the sensations, occasionally leaning down to place a kiss on top of your head or just barely missing your mouth, or his hand grazes over your chest.
after that, though, he starts to fall apart above you. and you simply cannot look away. it's the tears that come first. he starts to let out little sobs and keening sounds, head lolling back and forth with every movement. his arms start to tremble more and more. he'd been leaning down in your range and he'd practically collapsed on top of you as soon as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"sorry, sorry, sorry," he babbles out, turning his head away to spit out a mouthful of water on the sheets.
after that, he turns his head back, burying it against the top of your head and inhaling loudly. it's just his hips that are moving now, sloppier than before, and he never pulls himself out of you more than an inch or two. only nudigng the deepest spots inside of you with his cock.
his next orgasm makes him sob. and though his hips stutter, he never actually stop.
"more, i want- don't wanna stop, m'sorry, m-more-" he doesn't stop repeating such things, practically on loop, as he snugly buries himself inside of you again and again.
it's only when he starts to laugh, breathless and a bit unhinged and far, far hotter than you could ever imagine, that you decide you need to cut him some slack before you break him. you hadn't been far from cumming yourself, and you soon push yourself over the edge with the hand in between your legs. it's only when your walls spasm around him that herman stops, his whole body panting and trembling.
"Am I crazy, or is waterboy looking a little... Dry today?" Alice leans against the wall of the break room, looking over at Mal and Victor for confirmation.
"He didn't leave a puddle in his chair today. Fucking sat in one last week." Victor pushes the seat Herman had been sitting on out from the table. "See? Still wet, but not as bad."
"So, our wet boy is drying out?" Alice looks a little concerned. Though she wouldn't admit it aloud; she was pretty fond of the awkward white man.
"I think he's finally gaining more confidence." Mal suggests as she stands up to clock back in from her break. "Want me to ask about it?"
"Nah, let's just see how it plays out." Victor shrugs as he stretches his back.
"Bitch, don't speak for me. Ask him all the questions you can, Mal. I want to know." Alice demands, looking at the demon girl over her glasses. "I can count on you, right?"
"You know I'll get my answers." Mal chuckles as she heads out of the room and back to work.
Turns out, Mal couldn't get any answers out of Herman. No one could. His hair was starting to look dry at the ends, his usual wetsuit less soaked, and day by day, he climbed up the leader board. Robert knew the pep talk he gave Herman had helped, but there was no way it gave him that much confidence all of a sudden.
"So... What's been going on with you lately? You're looking drier." Robert questions as he unwraps a chocolate bar he got from the vending machine. "Plus, I've seen you and your grandmother's Tupperware, and it doesn't look like that." He eyes the container that Herman takes out of the fridge with raised eyebrows.
"Well, you know! I'm trying out more, well, new. Trying out new things." Herman pops the lid off of his lunch and slides it into the microwave. "You notice my lunch containers?" He asks as he turns to look at Robert. He watches the older man nod with a growing smile.
"I notice a lot of things. Like how you didn't tell me where that Tupperware came from." He presses, refusing to drop the subject. He knew they only had a small window of time before another member of the team walked in. He was going to use every minute of if. "Are you seeing someone, Herman?"
The taller man flushes as he fiddles with his fingers slightly. He looked over his shoulder to make sure they were still alone before nodding his head yes. Robert sits up a little more in his seat, grinning wide as he taps the table. "I knew it. There's a betting pool going around on if that's why you've been looking drier."
Herman goes to respond, but the microwave beeping cuts him off. Robert is a little glad that it did since Victor and Chad made their way into the room. Herman looks over at Robert with a slightly pleading look, and Robert sends him a quick wink. He plans on keeping his secret, but it's only a few days later that everyone finds out about you.
The shift hadn't gone horribly, but it hadn't gone well. Robert knew it was cheesy, but he always held a team meeting after a bad day. The Z-Team could pretend they hated it all they wanted, but the pep talks left them feeling lighter and more confident in their skills.
"Whose that talking to Miss Blazer?" Alice pipes up as she points into the dispatch office. The team immediately shifts their attention from the meeting to the newcomer.
"Guys, can we focus for just five more minutes?" Robert grumbles in disapproval, but the team finds you much more intriguing.
"Oh, that's my partner."
The team turns to Herman with varying looks of confusion or disbelief, which makes him shrink back slightly. "Uh, I think they were nervous about us running late, me being late. I didn't text them. I didn't have time to let them know." He continues feeling everyone's eyes on him.
"Alright, meeting dismissed. Everyone go home and enjoy your weekend." Robert sighs, waving everyone off and out of the room. There was no way he would get the teams attention now. Herman makes it out of the room first, beelining straight for you with a growing smile.
"Consider what I said. You would be great on the team, even if you just start as a dispatcher. You can work your way up when you're comfortable." Mandy explains as Herman approaches.
"I'll give it some thought, thank you ma'am." You smile back at her, getting even happier when you see your boyfriend. "Hey Hermy! Thought I'd come pick you up since you were running late today."
Herman wraps you into a hug, kissing the top of your head softly. "Hey! Sorry I didn't tell you. Meant to call or text. Could've texted you, but today was bad. Not bad, busy? It was busy."
"It's alright, baby. Let's go swing by your grandmother's and then to mine, okay?" You offer, saying goodbye to Mandy before you left, Herman trailing happily behind you.
"Now, how did waterboy get someone like that on his arm?" Colm mutters as he watches you go, making the team start murmuring amongst themselves. Robert chuckles as he watches everyone getting ready to leave. Herman was going to have to deal with the most obnoxious interrogations when Monday came.
Now, he just needs to collect the money from the betting pool he won.
cw: kinda mean reader, herman likes it tho, finger suckin', semi-public in a janitor's closet, baby as a pet name
You think you read something once in your teens about men with assholes that leaked just like cunts do, and you wonder if it feels just like this.
It’s not sticky, not like come, but it makes it fucking easy to slide your cock in n’ out of him, Herman, and you love it. You love that it’s so easy to take him whenever you want to, to pull him into the janitor’s closet because he is the janitor, so there’s no fear of anyone comin’ knocking. You love, also, that he lets you.
Herman is so eager to have your cock in his ass that he gushes like a waterfall. It’s not sticky, like come, but it’s still filthy. You like to see it dribble out of his ass, in a ring around your cock, and down his thighs, it’s like he’s squirted.
The only problem is, of course, is the noise.
Herman can’t keep his mouth shut. He’s eager to speak, eager to tell you how good you’re fuckin’ him through stutters and whines, and even more eager to moan. It’s beautiful, really, and only makes you throb harder—but you have coworkers.
“‘S too much,” Herman whines, a wince following his words, but the way he pushes his ass against your pelvis and squeezes around you says otherwise. “p-please, I-“
“Shut up.” It’s harsh, but Herman likes it. You can tell, as another wave of not-come but opaque water rushes around your cock.
Herman's head slumps forward as he arches his back. His lips fall open with a moan, and you take the opportunity to shove your fingers into his mouth.
"Oh my god–!" He gasps, muffled and wet around your index and middle.
"What did I tell you? Shut it."
His mouth is even wetter, but it's sticky and satisfying, with the way he sucks and slobbers like he'd rather it be your cock.
Soon enough, you pick up the pace, fucking his body into the crate you've got him bent over, and Herman can't keep up anymore. He gags around your fingers—but you don't even think to stop, because he keeps sucking. He wants them.
"You fuckin' like that?"
Herman whines, lips smacking as they part, but you shut them once more with a thumb on the underside of his jaw. He nods his head instead, vigorously.
Even with his lips shut, he moans like a bitch in heat. You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on... if it didn't make you take him harder.
Notes: Children mentioned in Royd's, wife!reader for Royd.
R. ROBERTSON:
He was brushing his teeth, eyeing the bags under his eyes and the dried blood under his nose. He sharply inhales when he feels her arms around him before relaxing.
He spits the toothpaste that was in his mouth into the sink. He eyes her in the mirror, smiling softly at her mischievous grin. He chuckles himself, raising a brow.
"What is it, baby?"
"Good morning!"
"Good morning, sweetheart. What is it?"
"Just admiring these muscles of yours."
He lets out a laugh, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. Especially when she makes him flex his weak arms, mocking how he talked. Coma or not, weak or not, he'd always be strong to her.
And he'd never take that for granted.
ROYD:
The air was busy when he came home. The children squeal in excitement, rushing over and talking over one another. His laugh echoed throughout the house, kissing their heads.
Suddenly, arms wrapped around him from behind. He laughs even harder, pretending to stumble. It wasn't uncommon for him to get "attacked" by his family when coming home.
The person cups his face and makes him turn, the metal on their hand making their identity obvious. His woman pecks his lips sweetly, the children complaining.
He drops the children (they were as big and sturdy as him, they were fine), his hands grabbing at his wife to hold and kiss her properly. They pull away, her grinning.
He couldn't help but smile back. As they got lost in each other's eyes, the children tug at his pants, talking over each other once more as they tried to get his attention.
"Welcome home."
"Nice to be home, mama,"
HERMAN:
The building was quiet for once. Everyone was on their missions while he was left behind to clean. Again. He rubs down the countertop, cleaning as he usually did.
He squeaks as arms wrap around him, his own flailing. He relaxes at the familiar soft chuckle. Not mocking, just amused. He turns, adjusting his glasses to see her properly.
"O-Oh, hey- i, hi."
"Hey-i yourself, hun."
"Ha, ha. Fun way- very, uh, funny."
She parts, making him frown but continue with his job. She cringed at his methods, but days nothing. Once he finished, she grabs his wrist gently, smiling.
Invisigal manages to convince Waterboy to do that trend where your boyfriend sends you a video of himself doing push-ups until failure
She really doesn't get the hype, so she thinks it'll be a funny way for Herm to embarrass himself with you, so sure that you don't want to watch his skinny arms propping himself up for the next five minutes. She makes sure to turn the volume up as his counting gets more out of breath, his body trembling as the number creeps higher, the poor man eventually collapsing in a puddle when he can't take anymore. He types a sweet message under the video that his unusually helpful colleague has captured, and sends it to you without thinking too much more about it.
Visi watches you in the breakroom when you open it though, headphones in as you see Herm's words appear on screen, "Apparently this is something good boyfriends should send, and I always want to be a good boyfriend to you 💙." She inches closer, invisible, as you smile at the words, Herm's efforts never taken for granted. You hit play, unsure what to expect as he comes into focus on the little screen, immediately counting off push-ups as he flexes his strength for you. At first you're just impressed, he's so much stronger than he looks, licking your lips as you take in the sight of him. And then as the video goes on, you turn the sound up a bit, and feel the heat rising in your cheeks uncontrollably. You're not even sure what number he's on when his voice starts cracking, each sound shifting closer to a whimpering whine that makes something stir needily in your core. Your lips part as your breath gets more shallow, thighs clenching together as you hear him mutter your name under his breath for motivation to keep going. His thighs start to tremble and so do yours, the state he's worked himself up into on screen flooding your mind with visions of how he looks when he desperately thrusting on top of you, needily calling out your name in a lovesick prayer. Visi really didn't expect you to enjoy the video so much, and definitely didn't think she'd have to cover for you while you drag Herm into the locker room for the next hour. He really owed her one.
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🦊Whilst it is no secret that women have been swooning for Edgar Redmond for many years now, the young man has still yet to set his own sight on a fitting partner. As he is very familiar with the adoration of women being handed freely to him, I do believe he would find himself more inclined to be interested in a partner who doesn't fawn over him at the beginning. Whilst he is definitely confident within his ability to make any heart flutter, he would like to test himself so if you can provide him a challenge, he would greatly appreciate it. After all a person always wants what they do not possess yet throughout the drawn out courtship he grows ever the more determined to ensure that he secures himself as your partner for life. His presence is one that grows steadier with every day as he begins to seek you out. With the beginning of his obsession he starts to understand the poems of old love where the desire to always spend time with the person one loves is described with flowery words. He too would love to spend all of his time with you and the only thing holding him back as of now is Weston College as it is a school for only boys. Needless to say though, the moment he graduates he is planning to claim his place within your life.
🦊Whilst to some it may appear as cheap, Edgar is relying on his social status a lot. One should use the weapons within his arsenal and being rich and coming from an influencial family happens to be something he has within his own. His looks combined with his gentility and his wealth should already be enough to scare off most of potential other suitors you could have. Comparison is infamously the killer of all joy and he is always ensuring that every other man within your vicinity is going to be compared to him. Naturally he is always the one walking away victoriously in every competition as there are very little areas he would ever be considered below average. With him being such a dazzling option, it is no wonder that he quickly wins over your family. Your parents stand no chance of being suspicious, not when he offers the most prospective future as a future husband. There is little Edgar needs to do himself as your parents are ecstatic when he vocalises his infatuation with you. Only a few honeyed words are all that is really needed before they are dancing to his music as the pressure is from that point on being shifted on your shoulders. After all only a fool would truly choose to reject his love.
🦊Whilst his ego prevents him from truly ever considering others as potential threats, Edgar is very much like a peacock willing to spread his feathers the moment he notices that you are in fact not paying attention to him. His humble words fool no one. He knows he is beautiful enough to have women and men swoon over him and he does enjoy flaunting around, especially when it involves gaining your attention. A dash of flair and drama cannot be absent though as you soon realise. To have any meaningful interaction that lasts, you have to sneak away from him to begin with as he otherwise likes gluing himself to your side during parties and social events as a way of silently claiming you. What a shame it is every time he loses sight of you, red eyes immediately darting over the masses whilst he continues the conversation. The moment he finds you, he excuses himself as he walks towards you. What a walk it is as he flips that blonde hair of his, a smile on his face which would give the ordinary girl a heart attack. Worst of all is that oftentimes he manages to captivate the other person's attention and interest more than you do, allowing him to cut further interaction smoothly off whilst escorting you away already.
🦊Whilst he may not be the one who delivered any of the deadly blows killing off Derrick, the vice-headmaster or any of the other boys on that faithful night, Edgar is still a willing accomplice as he believes that the murder of those people was the right thing to do to uphold the principles and traditions of Weston College. That alone definitely shows that he is very much capable of not only looking the other way but actively justifying the act of murder if it serves a greater purpose. Still, this night is one of extremities he is unlikely to encounter much in his life. One shouldn't immediately resort to such ultimate measurements as he is aware enough to realise that not even someone of his status would be eternally protected by his wealth if he would make murder a too common habit. His influence and wealth itself is already quite a good way of ensuring that most potential troublemakers are already being kept away. There are few things in life which cannot be fixed with money and the right connections yet the unfortunate time he has spent with Derrick has still tought him to cling to his ideals. He is not going to bully the weak. He is going to pass fair judgement to all those who provide hurdles and deal with it with grace. He refuses to be as deprived as his former fag.
🦊Whilst he would hate to brag too much, he does believe that a beauty like you deserves only the best life with the most outstanding husband. He happens to be a young and outstanding man with the status, the money and the adoration brimming within his heart all only for you. One would have to wonder then who else could be a more fitting match for you than him. It is not like Edgar is ever going to make it easier for potential other suitors as he is making sure that he is going to be the most obvious choice if he cannot truly guarantee that he is the only one. Honestly though, he wouldn't be fully offended if you'd have other suitors as it would show his supreme taste by falling in love with a woman who has captivated other hearts besides his own. However, he would never allow anyone else to truly arise to be a serious competitor within the race to win your hand in marriage. The option to choose a marriage which isn't fully based on mutual consent is there and he knows he could just grasp it but his chivalry holds him back. Because this far easier option is always there is he all the more determined to have you agree on your own choice to choose him and marry him. Still, isn't it still cheating if he drives all other competition out of his way?
🦊Wherever he ends up taking you, he ends up being the star of the show. Unsurprising really considering that he is basically glowing with beauty. You often end up being ignored, dismissed or verbally dragged through the dirt as jealous people naturally wonder how someone has bland as you could have possibly caught his eyes. Most of the time you use such chances to slip away and finally have a moment of peace. Unfortunately there are moments where you somehow end up feeling jealous at times though you swallow it down. Unfortunately for you Edgar still notices and as much as he is showering you in love afterwards, a small part of him thrives secretly on the knowledge that you do feel possessive of him at times. As a man who caters greatly to the appearance of himself and others, he is very finnicky when it comes to your wardrobe. He has a habit of colour-matching your outfits and accessories to his own clothes every day as yet another way to silently show others that you are already his. It is of no great shock to you when he ends up making sure to dress you up in lots of red as it happens to be his favourite colour. It is even the colour of the gemstone embedded within your wedding ring later on.
Lawrence Bluewer
🦉Initially it is a nuisance. Lawrence has always been a man who loves his personal schedules and hates unforeseen events which inevitably end up ruining all of his carefully planned actions and events. He isn't someone who deals well with spontaneous situations as he needs to plan everything out. So his obsession ends up being high on the list of things which currently give him an active headache. His studies are his everything as his grades in Weston College are his proudest achievement yet suddenly thoughts of meticulous studying get thrown out of the window as thoughts of you instead replace him. Numerous are the times where he was diligently doing his homework only to suddenly space out as images of you infiltrated his mind, pen hovering uselessly above the paper as he got absorbed into focusing on every little detail of yours. He greatly chasitses himself within his mind the moment he snaps out of this daze and realises that he just wasted 10 minutes encouraging thoughts including you. As the Prefect of the Blue House he has to set the example for other students and so he naturally concludes that he should absolutely not let anyone else know of his problem. Well, he doesn't want to see it as a problem. Just as a variable to which he has not found a solution yet.
🦉As the thoughts pile up within his mind and Lawrence discovers to his quiet horror that his focus is suffering as a consequence, he decides to empty his mind somehow. So he begins to write it all down. All of his observations, his theories and his everyday development involving his obsession are neatly and meticulously written down within a notebook he forbids anyone else from ever touching as it contains his most deprived and shameful secrets. Painfully drawn sketches of an expression you made he just cannot get out of his mind and tries to replicate desperately or a sentence you said that stuck within his mind as well as detailed paragraphs detailing his observations on your habits and the subtle gestures you subconsciously do whenever you feel different emotions. His feelings stop to be just an obsession to transcend a new kind of lecture entirely only he studies diligently. It is only logical after all that he would eventually end up having an interest to court the very woman who has such a prominent hold on his mind. For him to hold himself up to the high standards he has for himself though, he needs to first of all learn everything about you. Only the most devoted man is deserving of marrying the woman he loves and he adamant to excel in all of his studies.
🦉Jealousy is such a pesky emotion as it has nothing to do with his beloved logic. For no matter how much he studies all potential opponents, this ugly feeling still ends up resurrecting within his chest the moment he happens to watch a conversation between you and somebody else. Thoughts which lack any logic infiltrate his mind as his body and mind begin to feel uneasy. A lack of control within a man who loves to micromanage and therefore an event he absolutely despises every single time it happens to him. Life could be so much easier if he could just go without being tempted by such ridiculous feelings of insecurities yet Lawrence happens to be aware of his own shortcomings. He knows he can never compete on a physical level with someone like Herman yet it is this awareness which at least enables him to not let himself be tempted into a ridiculous chaalenge which would only end with him losing face in front of you. Instead he resorts to passive-aggressive criticism. All lack of propriety and regulations are pointed out by him immediately as he begins to analyse for all the small mistakes. From a lack of etiquette to the colours of the clothes being mismatched, he excells in petty comments which get under someone's skin quietly.
🦉He too is an accomplice within the murder that takes place on that night within Weston College and has sworn to not only never tell anyone about it but to also choose to believe that Herman and the other prefects are doing the right thing. Tradition must absolutely be uphold or else honor will end up dying in its place. With that willingness in mind though, Lawrence too knows that murder must only be used when all other options have been exhausted. It should never be the sole solution as it is resourcefulness that is going to prevail. One should always have multiple options up their sleeves as relying on only one joker is a gamble he is unwilling to take. As soon as he graduates he knows that he must establish many meaningful connections so that he has hold of multiple strings he can always pull whenever he finds himself faced with trouble. Best of all would be obviously to work so that he is never going to face any hurdles which might be of danger to him. Such is his urge to painfully micromanage everything within his life that it eventually catches up to you too as Lawrence begins to manage your daily life too. Every slip of etiquette is corrected and privately criticised by him and every activity you wish to do must be something communicated beforehand.
🦉 It certainly doesn't hurt to make himself familiar with all the options he has beforehand yet Lawrence still chooses the traditional one where he courts you until you agree to marry him. It is time after all to prove that the many nights he spent painstakingly writting down all of his observations within a growing pile of notebooks were not for naught. It is time to put all of his accumulated theoretical knowledge into practical use by finally properly interacting with you and striving to establish a personal connection with you. His seven sisters are one factor which is hard to control though as they happily lend many helping hands the moment they realise their brother approaching you during events. His carefully structured plans are turned upside down yet he is never going to utter one ill word about any of his sisters. Instead he will have to quietly bite his tongue and do what he abhors most: continuing without a detailed plan in mind. His sister's spontaneous involvement happens to be your favourite version of him though as he is forced to stir away from his normally uptight position. The moment the two of you are left alone, he is working within a script he has written beforehand once more, every question and compliment planned beforehand.
🦉It is very difficult to plan something spontaneously with him. If you wish to do anything you often have to inform him a week beforehand so that he can make time within a schedule which is always so packed full. Lawrence is a kind of person who always needs to work on something or else he feels like he is wasting time which makes a relationship not always easy. Add to that the habit of always sticking to a schedule and applying that logic to you too and arguments definitely do arise at times as you are tired of being confined by a plan of your daily life which he always creates himself. It also doesn't help that he tends to act so belittling whenever you end up getting mad for a moment or two as if treating you like a small child is going to make you any less mad. His seven sisters are honestly a blessing though as they fully understand your troubles and without even being aware of their brother's obsession end up helping to balance his worst traits out. They encourage him allow you to pursue your hobbies without always needing to inform him beforehand and push him to be more spontaneous at times too. Not that they could ever change the core of Lawrence's obsession but they at least soften the edges somewhat.
Herman Greenhill
🦁As a dignified young man, Herman holds his own share of belief which are as unbending and as hard as steel. He values principles of old times and dignity which do blend in with his obsession he later on manifests in your presence. One could say still that he is quite thick-headed as he doesn't realise that his own obsession is too much at times and it may very well be something he will never be able to figure out, neither on his own nor with the assistance of others. After all it is perfectly normal that one holds the intense wish to protect the lady he has chosen to love and adore for the rest of his life. As Herman is part of the Green House which is famous for excelling in physical sports, he relies on his physical strength a lot. Whilst he has also been taught the value of negotiation, it is always good to know that in ugly scenarios he can trust his physical abilities to protect you and shield you from harm. As a man of old traditions though, there are obviously values he places on you too as he expects you to behave in ways still fitting for a lady. Such restrictions can be limiting, especially if you happen to be the free-spirited type who feels suffocated by society's expectations.
🦁It is not all utterly bad still. There are no such insulting expectations that of you being the frail and shy wife who always obediently dotes on her husband. Herman holds a handful of expectations he has had already for members of the Green House and extends them towards you. He expects you to speak confidently as he believes that it is important that you will know how to fend for yourself at least verbally by not allowing yourself to be intimidated or degraded. He may also allow you to pursue more physical hobbies traditionally only enjoyed by men though he is going to be more finicky as he doesn't want you to get hurt as a result of being too reckless. Virtues such as loyalty are still expected and you must still make his family and his name proud as his wife. If you manage to fulfill such expected duties though, you may continue with your free time as you wish. However, keep in mind that Herman does not always tell you what it is he expects of you, forcing you to occasionally have to guess what it is he wishes of you. In his mind he has already made himself clear after all, leaving him with the expectation that you who has absorbed his virtues should naturally be able to conclude what his desires are.
🦁A lion does not concern himself with flies. If there is one thing Herman has consistently going for him, it is his confidence within his own abilities as much as the ability to shoo of other people who wish to fawn over you. He may in fact be inclined to not mind at all if people express their adoration in a tasteful manner. As a man who has built his life on honor and principles, he has been taught how a man should behave in front of a lady and he is adamant to pass those teachings on to all men who will come after him. Compliments spoken to you are after all praise he wouldn't deprive you of - especially since it allows his own pride to be subtly stroked as he is your husband and has wed you. The one thing where he is bound to get competitive though is the one aspect he has always prided himself in. The moment physical activities are involved and you may end up admiring another man, Herman feels that dreadful sting of jealousy within his stomach. As a former prefect of the Green House in Weston College he has never been bested in physical strength and that is a tradition he would like to continue. Numerous sports he has picked up simply because you expressed awe for the men competing in them all to earn your admiration back.
🦁Admiration if addressed with the deserved amount of respect is always admired and welcomed. The moment such boundaries are stepped over even the slightest, Herman activates his guard dog mode. He doesn't like when people dismiss the ring on your finger and the status of a married woman you hold, leading him to cut any interaction short as he feels the need to insert himself and clearly declare that he is your husband. If a man gives off a strange vibe and has an unsavory reputation already, he is often stirring you away from him before you even get the chance to be left alone with such unworthy company. From all former prefects Herman is most likely to get physical as it may not be surprising to hear. His strength has always been his greatest asset and it has become he naturally relies on a lot even if he is doing his best to never deny his other duties that come with bearing his family name and being a former pupil within Weston College. Still, it was him who swung the first bat that killed Derrick and it was him who took over most of the physical violence during that night. Maintaining the honor and traditions is everything and it is a matter over which he is willing to spill blood in the worst case.
🦁Your family can hardly fault him for everything as Herman holds himself up to the rules set for any man who aspires to be a gentleman. He takes the valued old path of wooing you the traditional way which includes naturally impressing your family and especially your father as well. With his family background, academic graduation and his body build as well as his excellent manners he immediately earns your family's favor. Through the eyes of others he appears to be the respectable future husband who will be able to protect you, look after you and cherish you. All his obsessive tendencies are restricted by the rules he has set for himself and without him even being aware of his obsession, it allows him to never be suspected nor detected. It would only be after marriage that his expectations and more controlling tendencies would slowly reveal themselves as now he is your husband and thus bears full responsibility for you and any harm that may come your way. Yes, you may enjoy sports he practices in his free time but only in company - most preferably his company. As a man who values fairness though, you can at the very least be assured that you will never be suspected to paranoia uncalled for or suffocating clinginess.
🦁During Weston College his favourite activity during free time has already been weight lifting to improve his own strength. That hobby continues even into marriage as you aren't unfamiliar to the sight of him in his training room, body glistening with sweat as he tirelessly continues with his training schedule. You also aren't unfamiliar to his occasional request of assisting him too. Initial assumptions of yours that he wishes for you to cheer him on or help him to count his sets are soon proven wrong though as you find out that he intends for you to be a substitute to the weight he usually lifts. So you soon find yourseld being lifted up in his arms as he does squads whilst keeping a secure hold on him. Generally speaking you are no stranger to being lifted up and twirled around as Herman subconsciously shows off his strength to you whenever he gets the chance to do so. His fitness obsession may eventually catch up to you too as he may wish to oversee your own training schedule too, becoming your unofficial coach as he assists you in lifting light weight. It is important to maintain a healthy body after all. His training can be quite grueling as he likes to do it for a long time, leaving your limbs sore the following day even if the weight itself wasn't too difficult.
Gregory Violet
🐺Inspiration is the lifeline of every artist. Few people are as skilled in different arts as Gregory is and he is eccentric as every good artist should be. All it takes is a spark to lit an inferno within an artist. All it takes is a moment for Gregory to immediately be captivated by you. All it takes is that one moonlit night where he has crammed himself in a corner, body hunched over as he is sketching the nightsky when you come along. Dressed in a simple dress and your face furrowed in frustration. Why you are there or who you even are, Gregory doesn't know. He has no intention to ask you either nor let you know that he is there too as he wishes to be left alone to focus on his drawing. That is when you begin to move though. Jagged and sharp movements, a strange dance unlike anything he has ever witnessed. Your body tenses, your arms flap around and your body stiffens and loosens with every movement. Dancing is something Gregory despises yet its those movements which immediately catch his attention for it is unlikely everything he has ever seen as only the night and he are witnesses to your strange dance. He starts sketching before he even realises it himself, the pencil moving across the page to capture your silhouette.
🐺Smudged ink across paper. Colour staining the tips of his fingers. Pens and pencils scattered across his desk. From that night on, you become Gregory's muse. The fire is lit and he has to create to contain the flames somewhat as poems about the strange girl in the moonlight and sketches and paintings are made so that he may never forget the dance he got to witness that night. His walls are covered in the paintings yet no one within the Purple House truly questions it when younger students catch a glimpse of his room as everyone is a bit weird within that dorm. Every time he holds an utensil within his hands, he has to draw you as if his mind is unable to recall anything else but you. He uses the dirt on the ground after it has rained, he uses the powdery sugar to draw your face on the cake and one time he even wondered if he'd be able to draw you with his own blood. Stalking you has become a routine he follows religously, always hiding from your sight as he clutches a stack of paper against his chest. He must never look away nor must he blink whilst watching over you as he may miss the crease of your brows or the way the corners of your lips quirk upward when you are amused by something. Even if his eyes burn, he will not blink.
🐺An artist has the unfortunate desire to hide the spark of his obsession to himself and Gregory is no exception. He despises when others block you, depriving him to look at you. He despises when others become aware of your talents and your unique ways of expressing yourself, threatening to steal away his muse from him. However, as a man who usually despises confrontation Gregory often remains hidden within his corner as his grip on his pen tightens. His jealousy is expressed through his sketches as his ugly feelings come to life on paper. The center of his paintings is always you yet the distorted figures around you add a disturbing feeling to the otherwise beautiful picture, their faces covered in black and red. His jealousy lingers days after too as he expresses himself only to his paper and never to you. This leaves the other prefects to deal with his moody behavior afterwards as he mutters to himself like he has gone lunatic, brewing strange concoctions as if he is planning to poison everyone who breathes the same air as you. You can expect that none of the other prefects are thrilled to play babysitter for him in such moments. If he admires you, he should just approach you.
🐺Differently from his other prefect friends, Gregory expresses his ill will not through passive aggressive insults or conversations but through his artistic skills. Envy is known to poison the man's heart and he succumbs quickly to his envy and his inability to tolerate dull lights anywhere near your radiant presence. Disturbing drawings find their way to other men who hang around you, often accompanied by letters with smudged ink detailing observations Gregory made by stalking said other man. Confrontation may not be something he is overly fond of but blackmailing others whilst remaining anonymous certainly seems to be something he is capable of. He may even end up studying magic and witchcraft. Nothing more than stuff out of fairy tales made to scare children - according to other people at least. If there is even a slim chance though that this may work and he may end up cursing someone who is attempting woo you, it is time worth spending. This too is a form of art after all and Gregory excells in art. What difference does it make then? Allow him to draw sigils and symbols with his own blood if it is required of him whilst he is chanting in Latin all in hopes of cursing other men close to you with incurable demises.
🐺Gregory lets you know of his existence through his art first. It is the first step of courage he takes as he yearns to soon be privileged to bask within your presence. He may even express this idea to his friends who all quickly volunteer to help him choose what exactly he is going to send to you. A simple task, no? Wrong. So very wrong when they are confronted with piles of paintings and poems all dedicated to you. It is a sheer paper hazard and some of the works Gregory has made are quite disturbing though he personally cannot understand why Edgar is close to horrified by some of his drawings and Lawrence and Herman are scandalised when they stumble upon nude drawings of you. Is it not normal to envision one's muse in all her glory and beauty? God knows what Gregory would have sent you if it wouldn't have been for the other prefects filtering through his art before settling on the poems and drawings which will flatter and not disturb you. All of them quietly dread the day Gregory decides to follow his own instincts to woo you as there is a chance he may scare you off by revealing the full depth of his obsession. He is already disturbing his rivals with his drawings. A muse deserves an artist who can capture her brilliance.
🐺Gregory is strangely enough enabled as his quirky and unique behavior is nothing unusual. His parents dismiss it. His friends tend to dismiss it. Others who have known him for a longer time dismiss it too. It often tends to make you doubt your own perception as you begin to wonder if what you thought was concerning is just his normal behavior. His obsession doesn't stay a secret for long. It doesn't take long for ypu to stumble upon all of his drawings and poems which detail the intense feelings he is simply unable to convey to you in conventional language. Images and ideas where he expresses a desire to absorb your very presence, to melt into you so he may always have you under his skin. The walls of his room are plastered with paintings as your face stares back at you from every single angle. Black lipstick marks create a halo around your figure on some of them. It is Gregory's reaction to catching you within the act that cements it all within your mind. It is hard to discern whether the blush on his pale face is from excitement, shame or a concotion of both. Nonetheless, now that the secret is unveiled, Gregory begins to express his art more openly to you. To you at the very least it is clear that he doesn't find it disturbing to express his adoration through such methods.
