independent multi muse featuring charlie magne, vaggie motha, lilith magne, cherri bomb, husk, velvet, alastor, and original characters! written by henri!
no one’s online which is probably how i like it but if anyone has an rp blog that isn’t involved with hazbin in any way, i’d be willing to give you my new multi for characters from dragon age, far cry 5, and my darling, disgusting dumpster baby (dionysus from greek myths)
for now i’m going to pretty much permanently put this blog on hiatus. maybe i’ll feel an itch to come back, but this rpc just isn’t the best for me, and i’ve been feeling a LOT less stressed and uncomfortable away from it. i want none of hazbin so unfortunately i likely won’t be giving anyone my new url unless you have a blog that isn’t involved w/ hazbin or writes with hazbin characters.
i’m going to miss all of you so much. i love you and hope for all the best. mwah.
Hellsa smiles as Cherri’s lips meet hers, smile only growing as her bra is undone and she feels Cherri’s hand on her breast. Her own hands settle on Cherri’s shoulders again, just in time for her to grab Hellsa’s ass and grind the strap against her. Her lips part in a low moan at the sensation, though she makes sure to respond by digging her fingers into Cherri’s shoulders.
She pulls away for a moment, just enough to murmur her words against Cherri’s lips. “See, was that so hard?”
cherri, for the most part, ignores the question, only laughing against her mouth, catching hellsa’s lip between her teeth and pulling before going back for more greedy, ruthless kisses. then hellsa moans, and something in cherri switches.
devoting both hands to rocking hellsa’s hips against hers, pushing further down, bringing her own hips higher. she won’t really be satisfied until she gets that strap in hellsa.
‘ be loud. i had to be so quiet, ‘ leaning hellsa back slightly, cherri pulls up her shirt to duck her head under it, moving her bra out of the way to kiss and bite her chest. tongue swirls around her nipple, occasionally gently nipping it. ‘ i want to hear you. ‘
‘ Oh, no no! I’m free to oblige with hugging, though the no touching is going to be difficult, shall it be with a shadow perhaps? ’
He questions as he begins to walk forward looking very amused.
‘ well, i don’t want a hug anymore, so there’s no problem. no hugging, no touching. problem solved. ‘ she’s squinting. if he gets any closer he’s going to have a spear to his throat.
Hellsa fights an eye roll at the sudden change in mood, more concerned with Cherri than the fact that someone had just overheard their conversation.
“Acting like a sad little brat is one way to do it–”, she starts, straddling Cherri’s lap, making sure to position herself so the tip of the strap on is pressing against her, “–or you could just feel me up while you make out with me.”
she snorts, hands instantly finding their way to her body. first, she seals their lips together, pulling her closer. one hand, almost on instinct, slides under her shirt and undoes her bra, thumb brushing back and forth over a nipple. her other hand positions the strap to slide against hellsa, then grabs a fistful of her ass to rock their hips together for friction while cherri greedily kisses her.