#cheslock x reader

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??

✮ 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉 ✮ — ❤︎ 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 ❤︎ — ☂︎ 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉 ☂︎

/𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Ｌｏｎｇｆｏｒｍ

✮ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʙᴜʀɴᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇɴʜᴏᴜꜱᴇꜱ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✮ 11k .AO3

✮❤︎☂︎ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☂︎❤︎✮ 16.5k .AO3

✮ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴅᴀɢɢᴇʀ ᴏɴ ꜱɪʟᴋ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛꜱ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✮ 5.8k .AO3

✮❤︎☂︎ ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ'ᴅ ᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ (ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍɪɴᴇ). 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☂︎❤︎✮ 3.3k .AO3

✮ ᴀ ꜱʜɪɴʏ ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴇᴄᴋʟᴀᴄᴇ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✮ 3.8k .AO3

Ｄｒａｂｂｌｅｓ

❤︎ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇꜱʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ❤︎ .AO3

❤︎ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇꜱʟᴏᴄᴋ ❤︎ .AO3

❤︎ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴜꜰꜰɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ❤︎ .AO3

❤︎ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴏɴ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ❤︎ .AO3

☂︎ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴏᴄʀᴇ 73 ☂︎ AO3

/𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲

Ｌｏｎｇｆｏｒｍ

✮ ꜱʟᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ, ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✮ 2.6k .AO3

Ｄｒａｂｂｌｅｓ

❤︎ ᴠɪᴏʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴋɪꜱꜱ~ ❤︎ (warning: kinda lewd) .AO3

❤︎ ᴠɪᴏʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴꜱ ❤︎ (warning: kinda lewd) .AO3

☂︎ ᴠɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴ ꜰᴀɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱ' ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ☂︎ .AO3

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

things that you want to hear.

❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞

as a Cheslock simp all I can say is SOBBBB THIS MAN!!!!

You’re not sure why feelings sometimes hit at the oddest times.

The fact is that they do, though. Once in a while, your boyfriend CHESLOCK will do something rather mundane, or maybe he might just be doing nothing at all… and your heart will do a little jump inside your chest.

It doesn’t take much to remind you that you’re absolutely head over heels for this man. In some moments, it’s him grinning at you like a cheeky kid who’s just told a dirty joke for the first time. In some moments, it’s his hands lingering on your skin, as if he can’t imagine treating you any other way but carefully. In some moments, it’s his eyes looking down and focused on a piece of music, lips moving silently as he runs it back in his mind, appearing so unlike his usual self.

In this moment, it’s how he prepares for a show at Funtom’s Music Hall.

My boi!

Cheslock:

His romanticism level is about -7346374, just like his sense of delicacy and fineness but he has his own ways of showing affection and they can be surprisingly accurate - mostly because they will be quite direct.

Cheslock won’t wait for too long before finally approaching you, wanting to take you on a date but he will surely do some research just in case. He will secretly hear what are his colleagues talking about when it comes to relationships so he can act accordinly and learn on their mistakes. This method will be very good and his intelligence will allow him to avoid commiting some basic faux pas. He won’t bother on wasting too much time on that, though, preferably inviting you out of the rush and his own impatience.

He will most likely take you on an adventure and there is no way you will forget your first date. Sitting, eating and talking is boring and made for lazy people or at least that is what he thinks, so he would rather show you something more intersting - like going for a walk and accidentally facing a thug or two (it is not like Greenhill willingly wanted to participate in that, nor to wear those peasant clothes covering his face but he is one of his tallest and toughest students so it would be extremely rude to deny help for the friend in need. Some other colleagues of Cheslock felt the same way and even discussed about it while standing in an alley, waiting for you to appear on the street so they can step into action). But do not worry, Cheslock will be there to save you and protect you, like a hero he is!

The other possible scenario considered stealing your purse but both boys regretted this rather quickly when an anonymous passerby appeared to be more heroic and to run faster than Cheslock.

His other plan will include going to a concert to show you more energetic music and whine a little about how much better he would do that than the musicians. He may also invite you to the cricket tournament so he can show off in front of you about his physical condition and - being extremely competitive - he will surprise everyone with how great he can be at this sport. Your presence certainly won’t distract him, on the contrary, you will be an amazing motivation for him.

Cheslock will find the possibility of playing on the instrument for you as quite romantic - if only he would play actual romantic songs and not the ones that will remind a pure chaos. However, when asked, he will perform something slow for you, too, and after learning your music taste, he will often play those songs which seem to be your favourite.

little idea i had a while ago, where you struggle with playing piano, and cheslock comes and helps before leaving again, and you get quite confused, i guess.

it was drudge time, i always finished my work beforehand, so i spent my time practising this song that i was finding difficult, but once fully played, it sounded amazing. so i sat in the music room, the annoying piece of scripture in front of me as i awkwardly stretched my fingers, trying to figure out this one note. It never sounded quite right. in frustration, i slammed my hands down on the keys and let out a small sigh, lowering my head onto the instrument, which it let out a sad strangled cry from my face being on it.

"oi get off of 'er"

my head shot up, and so did the keys as i looked towards the voice in fear. i instantly noticed that it was the purple house prefect, and i panicked in my reply.

"i am so sorry! im just getting really frustrated...."

"Well, that's great and all, but don't take it out on Estie."

"Estie? t-the piano you named it?"

"so what if i did?"

"Sorry, uh, just surprised"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, what do you need help on anyway?"

"Oh, uhhh, just this one note I'm struggling with, I don't get how my hands could possibly move over to play this at the same time, and it sounds funky"

"Oh, thays easy"

Chelock walked over swiftly and moved to lean over my shoulder, letting a small hum out while reading the sheet music, giving another hum before his hand moved above mine the remaining one shifted my hand over one key. It was so simple, and he was only doing a small favour, but his body felt too hot against mine, I felt my face flush in heat at the closeness. 'no no no don't think like that he is a prefect, and he probably doesn't even have time for this, let alone anymore.' his voice snapped me out of my trance.

"See if you just move that over here, and it's immediately better"

I was slightly frozen, so my hand movement was still stiff, but yeah, it was way easier to play. a smile made its way across my face, but it dipped as I felt the prefect move.

"Alright, well, I'm glade I helped and all that. but don't hurt Estie, or I'll give ya a Y got it?"

"Right, got it, sorry, again"

And just like that, he left. my words fell on deaf ears at that point. the lingering touches on my hands stayed for what felt like an eternity, and my face was warm. but I shake it off and start to play this song again with the advice, which sounds a lot better. 'god, he's good with his hands. Wait, hold on-' I shake my head to clear the thoughts. But my mind did wander to him at lunch later that day 'I wonder if he would - no, never mind, it's stupid'.

ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇꜱʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ

Watching Cheslock put on makeup is... A whole experience. He prances around his room, blasting music so loud there's no way it doesn't bother his neighbors. Not that he cares. He doesn't have a vanity or a small mirror of any sort he can sit at to do this no, of course not. He stands or sits at the silver-framed full length mirror that leans against the wall at the end of his bed. He sings along to whatever song his phone pops up from his shuffled "liked songs" whether it be Motionless in White or Seb Lowe, he knows all of the lyrics. Sometimes he even fingers out the melody into the air, pretending to hold his violin with his left hand as his right buffs on more black eyeshadow.

Once he's done with the eyeshadow though, the real fun begins. He whips out his trusty eyeliner pen (NYX Epic Ink, obviously), leans in as close as possible to the mirror and oh so carefully drags the tip of the pen over his skin from the outside of his eye to just before the middle of his eyelid. He does the same for his lower lash line, careful, mediculous, quiet, for once, staring at his reflection open-mouthed with more focus than he has for anything else. Well, maybe one or two other things but pretty much anything else.

When he's managed to get his eyes to look like sisters (not twins), he moves on to accentuating his scar. The one on the left side of his face, light pink, indenting a three-ish inch (7cm) line over his eyebrow, eye and the top of his cheek. Honestly, he was lucky to make it out with the vision in his left eye intact... Whatever. He traces, less carefully now, over the line with his eyeliner, dragging the scar out all the way down to his jaw and making a fork at the bottom.

'Like one of those old Victorian dolls, see?' He had jocked a couple times, 'The porcelain ones that crack like that when you drop them.'

After doing a once-over of his outfit, little top-big bottom or big top little bottom, depending on his mood, he usually stacks on a miriad of necklaces and bracelets and rings and tightens the balls on his piercings, taking special care of his tongue ring. He swallowed it one time and it would not happen again. He moves on to his hair, making sure every spike is in place and sometimes complaining about how dry it is because of the bleach...

Next is your favourite part, when he gives you a little spin, the various chains on his clothes clinking together merrily. And even better, when he slinks over, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close with his usual confident cat-like grin. And he's so warm — a space heater, really — and even though his chains and the studs on his jackets dig into your skin, you don't mind, you want to wrap yourself up in him and never let go.

His lips are a little chapped, a little dry when he kisses you. But they're gentle, careful but still firm. He licks into your mouth, only for a moment, enough to let you feel the sleek hard metal of his piercing.

'Alright, you ready?' He checks. You grin. 'Let's go, I'm starving.'