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diodellet · 1 year

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keep the dress on (simeon x gn!reader)

i saw @devilllain's art of simeon in a maid dress and got possessed. (GIVE EM LOTS OF LOVE FOR THEIR ART GO OVER TO THEIR BLOG NOW RIGHT NOW!!) fucc man, i just love...men in fem clothing... the range,,, the POWER iT JUS BRINGS ME TO MY KNEES 😩😩 content warnings under the cut: nothing? it's just pwp ++crossdressing, dominant reader+giving oral sex, flustered simeon, mild jealousy and possessiveness from the reader, implied jealousy from the sinblings, praise kink, mild maid and master kink word count: 2.2k words minors do not interact

"Holy shit." Your gaze first settles on the sleeves of his dress. Seeing him in sleeves—puffy ones at that—was something that made you pause, where were his bare shoulders—You take in the way the longer ends were folded up to his elbows. He seems to have foregone his usual choice of gloves, settling for a shorter pair that leaves half of his palms uncovered. The front of his dress is neatly pressed, pristinely buttoned up, ending in a long skirt that reached below his knees. Not a single crease or wrinkle can be found, save for the frilly ruffles that adorn the edges of his sleeves and the dress' collar. The dress is complemented with a white apron layered atop it, you bet that the straps are tied into a simple bow at his back. Lastly, for his footwear, he only wore a pair of black shoes with square heels.

Your eyes tear up to see—oh, he was also wearing mismatching legwear, a thigh-high stocking and a knee-length sock held in place with a garter strap. You want to feel a hand up his legs—Simeon's serene smile falling at your words. "Language!" he scolds you. The tone he uses is enough to snap you out of your stupor.

"I'm sorry! It just slipped out!" you protest. Your fingers tug at the collar of your shirt, suddenly feeling heat creep upwards along the sides of your neck.

He never really admonished your predilection for crass language, but seeing as how you were in the presence of Luke and Solomon, you swallow back the reflexive curse that threatened to accompany your apology. Instead, your other hand fidgets with the hem of your shirt. Itching for a way to dispel the jitters that settled into your veins.

"Simeon! I'm not a kid anymore!" Luke huffs.

You spare a furtive glance to Solomon and Simeon, the former giving you an empathetic look while the latter's frown deepened. Sure, Luke might've been hundreds of years old, but Simeon would've had your head if you acted anything less like a decent adult in front of the younger angel.

"No, it-it's really my fault." The heat spreads to the tips of your ears, more out of shame than embarrassment. "I shouldn't have said that bad word, sorry, I'm sorry—What's with the getup, by the way?" You make a feeble attempt to divert the conversation.

An attempt which Solomon gladly extends an olive branch towards. "He's going to be helping the student council with a costume café this afternoon, didn't they tell you about it?"

"I don't think so?" Your head tilts to the side in confusion. You would've heard about it by now, knowing how much Asmo or Levi freely talked about their daily life on social media.

"I bet Lucifer cursed his brothers from talking about it." Luke says, crossing his arms over his chest. The gesture does little to emphasize his anger, on a normal day you would have poked fun at his expression. But there's a grain of plausibility to his words that strikes up a flare of jealousy inside you.

"Hm, maybe." Solomon shrugs, before giving you a knowing look. "But I don't think that's the only reason he'd do so."

A strangled noise erupts from your throat, which you try to play off as a cough. "Don't-don't ask me, I only found out today!" You hold your hands out in front of you defensively. Your cheeks were burning. This entire situation was unfair. You were going to get back at Lucifer. And your other pacts for not telling you about this.

To you gratitude (and simultaneous dismay), Simeon cuts in to say, "Well, you're still free to drop by later. My shift isn't until two, and it'll end a quarter to three."

And with that, the Purgatory Hall residents walk away. The sound of Simeon's heels clicking against the pavement grows fainter and fainter. You are left alone with that maddening polite smile and your less-than-savory thoguhts.

Taking out your D.D.D., you send a message to Solomon and march off in the direction they went towards. And they didn't even bother to tell you where it was being held, the nerve!

[...]

The first thing you do is back him up against the wall of the supply closet, pulling him into a feverish-open mouthed kiss. The surprised moan that tears itself from his throat sends you spiraling further down your need. Your hand hikes up to cup the back of his neck, you drink in every hitched breath, every plaintive whine.

Which he earnestly reciprocates, kissing you back with just as much fervor. One of his hands searches for yours and interlaces your fingers together.

That one hour of waiting was torture. Watching him move from table table, greeting cafe goers with a bright smile and hearing his pleasant voice call them 'Master.' It was an hour of agony, made worse with being pestered by the the demon brothers to try at least one of everything on the menu, to take pictures of everyone—which of course!—turned into painstaking group photos that were more effort to coordinate than they were worth taking.

But that was in the past. You can afford to let your jealousy dissipate, just a little bit.

Pulling away, you ask, "where'd you get the dress?"

There's a string of saliva connecting your lips to his, and you catch the way his throat bobs as he gathers his words. "Leviathan lent it to me... th-the shoes are from Asmo..." You feel him tense up as your other hand slips under his skirt, feeling up the side of his thigh.

You let out a low whistle. Silk. That meant everything else—the gloves and stockings—was his. "I bet they had fun dressing you up, didn't they? Probably spent the whole day trying on dozens of outfits, huh?"

"...there were a few, yes. I thought you...would like this best..." That meant someone from your pacts let this—that you were into this kind of thing—slip.

You have a few guesses as to who that could have been. "Mm, you thought right—will you hold your skirt up?"

He obeys, gathering the layers of fabric and hiking them up. Dropping to your knees you press your palms against his thighs, feeling them tremble. They're not shaking from exertion, the type of heels he was wearing guaranteed more comfort than wearing stilettos. Even if he was on his feet for almost an hour, you are sure that you're the reason he was shaking with anticipation.

You hear him call your name. Flicking your gaze up to meet his, your fingertips are hooked into the waistband of his underwear, a few scant centimeters away from freeing his cock. "Levi said he—" The edge of your nail grazes against the sensitive skin, eliciting another shiver. "—h-he wanted this returned...intact..."

You roll your eyes, leave the unrealistic expectations to the third-born. "Okay," you reply.

A bunch of the skirt falls against your face, Simeon's hand finds your shoulder. "I'm serious—" he warns.

You don't let him finish that threat, you were the one in control right now. Knocking his hand away, you yank his underwear down and lick up his shaft. "What'd I say about the skirt, angel?" It's a small gesture, but you have him so wrapped around your finger that his hips reflexively cant up to chase the sensation of your tongue.

"Hah—I-I'm serious..." His authoritative tone weakens as your tongue catches a pearl of precum leaking from the tip.

"I know, I know, just keep your legs spread and stand still." His skirt is pulled away from your field of view, granting you the sight of his flustered form. "And no more touching."

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. Growing fluster and mild irritation are warring in his eyes, but in spite of all that going on in his mind, you can feel him growing harder in your palm. Feel his navel rising and falling in trepidation. "Okay, no touching." His fingers flex, bunching up and creasing the skirt's fabric even more.

"What else did I tell you?" You lean closer, trace circles along his inner thigh with your fingers. Letting the puff of your breath ghost along his cock.

"To-to keep my legs apart..." More precum leaks from the tip.

Your finger swipes at his arousal, dampening the pad of the digit. "Mhm, go on..."

"And to—" You pull away right when he jolts at the feeling of your slicked palm gliding up and down his dick. What you would give to hear that needy noise again. "—keep still..."

"Yep, that's right....good." Your voice lowers and you finally, finally take him into your mouth.

The moan that spills from Simeon is downright sinful, you feel his knees about to buckle from the welcome stimulation. His breathing is growing ragged, but he's got his mouth clamped shut to stifle any more accidental noises. Your own arousal is building between your legs, but your focus stays on servicing Simeon with your hands and tongue. You can feel a mix of spit and arousal running down your chin, but you're too far gone to care, too mesmerized at the sight of Simeon falling deeper and deeper into pleasure.

When your jaw starts to ache, your hand curls into a fist to stroke the heated flesh. Making sure to catch the sensitive underside of his dick, to tease the tip with the flat of your palm. Every involuntary shake and twitch, every soft whine from him fills you with a heady mix of arousal. You have to give him credit for listening to you in spite of his growing impatience. "You're doing so well for me, angel."

His voice wavers. "I'm... ngh... getting close..."

Relaxing your throat, you swallow his length. Your palms brace themselves against his inner thighs. The gesture elicits a loud whine from him. His cock hits the back of your throat, and you feel your throat seize up in momentary panic. More drool slips down your chin, spilling onto your shirt. A hand cards through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You glance up at Simeon and his hand pulls away a moment too late—

Didn't I tell you not to touch me?

You set a punishing pace against him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. Your ears are filled with a litany of praises and gratitude, mixed with the sounds of his moans pitching higher and higher as he draws closer to release. Your head is filled with the thump of your heartbeat in your ears, the squelch of your saliva as you fellate him. His hips rut into the heat of your mouth, meeting the bobs of your head. "Hah... Master, I-I'm going to—"

A surprised moan escapes you when you feel his cock twitch before spilling his seed down your throat. Your nails dig crescent marks into the skin of his thighs.

Still, you swallow. You did promise that he would get to return the dress intact.

You pull away from his softening cock to catch your breath. Simeon looks utterly debauched, and you're sure that you look just as mussed up.

A beat of silence passes.

"So...'Master,' huh?" His head turns away to avoid your inquisitive gaze. You can't help the laugh that escapes from you.

Simeon weakly protests, stammering, "it just... slipped out, I guess..."

That didn't sound like an accident. You wonder if he merely put on the maid act in preparation for this event or if there was something deeper—perhaps subconscious?—behind his use of the title.

"I'm gonna ask Levi to let you keep this dress—no, scratch that. I'm telling him you're keeping it." Taking out a handkerchief, you wipe at your mouth, at some of the mess along his thighs and groin. You savor the reflexive twitch from his oversensitive nerves and the way his hold on your wrist tightens for a mere fraction, before helping Simeon stand. When you think that he can keep himself upright, you busy yourself with smoothing out his dress.

"Huh, why?"

He shudders again as you retie the straps of his apron. Your hands splay against his lower back as you consider your next words.

"Because I want you to fuck me while wearing it."

He meets your bluntness with a moment of stunned silence and fragmented words. "O-oh, um...okay—" His response tapers off into a surprised moan as your fingers press an appreciative squeeze into his waist.

From your position, you're lower than him, bending down to help fix the underlayers of his skirt. So far it seems passable, but he probably has to double-check in front of a mirror, make sure that there's no trace of your illicit activities before his second shift. At least, on his person.

Straightening up, you guide him to look at you with the tips of your fingers resting on his chin. Your touch is gentle, but your tone of voice leaves no room for argument. "Once Lucifer's stupid fundraiser café thing ends, you better come to my room wearing this. Got that, angel?"

You hear him audibly swallow. "Yes." But he still holds your gaze.

"Yes, what?"

The words are uttered in a low voice, you have to strain to hear them. "Yes, Master." His cheeks heat up underneath your palm.

"Good." He isn't one of your pacts, but that made his willing subservience all the more precious.

FOR ONCE FOR ONCE I CAN FINALLY SLAP DOM!READER ON THIS AS A TAG AAAHHH i'm still weighing if i have the spoons to put together a continuation? if i do, im gonna say right now that it won't be posted any time soon. devilllain's art was just powerful enough to draw out 2k-ish words for this lmao dont be afraid to rb and holler in the tags! any comment, no matter how simple, is enough to make my day💕💕

#obey me simeon #obey me smut #gn!reader #mdni #dellet-writings #is there a term for anti-wingman #that's what the demon brothers are #their attempts to sabotage u only bring you closer together 💕💕💕#dominant!reader

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p0gue420 · 4 years

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🌼/Craziest sex story/🌼

(JohnB x Reader x Sarah Cameron)

Requested by : @angel45-pop

Summary:The pogues spend the night smoking and cracking jokes.Y/n shares a low key embarrassing story.

Pairing: Pogues x platonic!Reader,John B x Reader x Sarah Cameron(Poly relationship)

Warning:swearing,smoking;),smut,fluff

Word count:1815

A/n:This is my first time writing smut (sorry if it’s bad)but I enjoyed every minute of it;).Thank you,love for requesting this!My request are open everyone!

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“Okay,but hear me out..”

“If dogs don’t understand what we’re saying..then when we apologize...they don’t understand,like y’know?”

I stare out onto the water thinking about what to say next.

“Okay so think about it this way! The other day I got up to piss,and I didn’t know my dog was right beside the bed; I legitimately punted him across the room,I tried to apologize but I feel like he thought I got up just to kick the fuck outta him.”

JJ inhales the smoke from the thick blunt that restlessly settled between his index and thumb,staring and nodding along as if he wasn’t in another universe.

“Y’know?” I gesture toward the group hearing a few responses of “yea,totally.”and “for sure.”

JJ passes me the blunt almost dropping it causing me to giggle at his clumsy state.

I rest my Hand on John B’s thigh as he holds Sarah’s hand fondling with the bracelets on her wrist

“Oh,yeah.this shit hits good.” I whisper enjoying the feeling of smoke filling my lungs with a nice burn.

“Right?” JJ points toward the blunt smiling giddily at the four of us looking for agreements.

I lean into John B turning on my side after hitting the blunt a few times and passing it back.

I peck his lips smiling up at him as he wraps his arms around me tracing circles on my back.

“Hey wheres my kisses and cuddles?”Sarah pokes her lips out at me making me lean over John B to give her a kiss.

I grab her hand to lead her to the other side of me,she sits down and wraps her arms around me as well.John B kisses both of our heads happy to be in the presence of the two.

“Y/n,I thought you were grounded for that one thing?” Pope says.

“Oh yea,right,that one thing...I’m supposed to know what you’re talking about?”

“Oh my gosh,How do you forget-“

“Wait what’d you do?” JJ begins

“Shoups car.”

My eyes light up at the memory brought back into my mind,as I try and stifle my laughter.

“Ohhh,Okay. so it’s not even a big deal,..I spray painted Shoups police car ,in big red letters ‘fucc 12’.”

The group erupts into laughter at my rebellious actions

Kies laughing dies down as she looks at me smirking. “That still doesn’t explain how you got to come considering you’re grounded.” She manages to push out trying not to laugh thinking about what I did.

“My dad says if I came out tonight,then I would had to write an apology letter to Shoup himself.”

I roll my eyes at the thought of writing an apology I don’t even mean.

“Do you reg- “

“Not one bit”

I cut Sarah off quickly knowing what she’s going to ask.Sarah passes the blunt to me as it had been passed around a few times already through out the conversation.

I inhale enjoying the silence that is soon interrupted by my phone's notification.

My babys💍💕(gc)

JB🤤: My girls are looking beautiful tonight🤤🥵

I look up to Sarah and John B with a confused expression as to why he’s texting when we’re right here.He winks at me as Sarah giggles at the message.

“Woah,what’s goin on here love birds”JJ

“Guys why are you on your phones we’re trying to converse” Pope looks at us annoyed.

“Nothin,I ju-“

Another notification pops up bringing me to lift my phone to see the message.

My babys 💍💕

Sarah Pooh🐻🥵: I can’t stop thinking about all the dirty things I want to do to you guys right now;)

I could faintly hear the sound of what seems to be the five talking about how a T. rex would drink soup.

I place a blanket over the three of us as I begin to get a bit chilly being out on the HMS pogue during the cold night.

“Do you guys...think we’ll be friends when we’re adults?”

“I’m an adult.”JJ says matterfactly as if he’s not a high school student

“Ya don’t act like one.” Pope mutters out as JJ playfully glares at the boy.

“No I mean like,when we have kids,type adults.”

I ponder in thought at the deep question in hopes we will.

“You mean when WE,have kids.”

John B says making a circling gesture towards his two lovely girlfriends,that I happen to be one of.

The group makes fake gagging noises at the three of us as Sarah winks at me.

“I can’t stop thinking about all the dirty things I want to do to you guys right now”

I shivere at the thought of what would happen when we finally headed back to the chateau.

I squeeze my legs together as I begin to feel the pool of arousal between my thighs;The simple movement not going unnoticed by the girl and boy I couldn’t stop thinking about.

John B places his hand on my thigh,I look over to Sarah noticing she’s done the same to my other thigh.I get goosebumps at the simple contact of skin on skin.

I’m quickly brought out of my thoughts by JJ

“Tell em Y/n!”

“I’m sorry,what exactly am I telling them?”

“Never mind,So anyway,when we snuck in we thought we could get away with all the candy and drinks we had shoved in her duffel bag,but”

My train of thought was once again brought back to Sarah’s earlier words.John B's fingers tracing light figure 8’s on the inside of my thigh was certainly not helping at the moment.

I began to think about what had happened earlier that week.

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“Deeper!” I moaned directed towards John b as I tried to focus on Sarah’s dripping pussy above my face.I begin licking and sucking on her sensitive bud with my tongue

Sarah’s light moans bringing me towards my release.John B picks up the pace hitting my sensitive spot deep inside of me.

“You girls are doing so good.” John B manages to get out in between thrust;Only causing the two of us to moan louder in pleasure of the words dripping from the boys mouth.

“I’m gonna cum” Sarah says beginning to speed up the pace as she rides my face.

“Not yet pretty girl.” I get out as my legs begin to shake violently.I clench around John B’s length feeling the coil in my stomach grow tighter.

“Always so tight, aren’t you baby?” My lips are torn away from Sarah’s clit as I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

“Baby I can't hold on any longer” Sarah pants as she starts to violently buck her hips making my tongue slip into her dripping core.

“Cum beautiful” John B says as he kisses the girl that is near centimeters away.

“Me too.” I buck my hips in an upward motion meeting the boys thrust while bringing my lips back to the girls core.

Juices drip down my chin as Sarah finally cums all over my face moaning loudly as she rides out the rest of her high.

John B’s, what was once a steady rhythm,began thrusting sloppily.Sarah switches positions and begins kissing my neck leaving marks all over as she rubs my clit with her index and middle finger bringing me closer to the edge.

“Almost there.” John B speeds up his thrust as I scream out in pleasure finally reaching my high; Sarah still rubbing my clit.

My legs shake harder then they have before and tears brim my eyes as John B releases into me.

I began to shake and cry loudly at the immense pleasure.

John B pulls out and they both begin trying to calm me down.

“Hey hey,you’re okay.”

“We got you baby.”

They say as they sit up wrapping themselves in the sheets cuddling with me in the middle.

I soon calm down and control my breathing as I begin to giggle,the others join in asking what got me to the verge of tears.

“I don’t know,it was just such a good orgasm.then next thing I knew I had tears running down my face ” I say in between giggles.

———

“Craziest sex story,go!” JJ says to the group waiting to hear what we had to say.

“Popes a virgin.”I say as I’m brought out of thought by the sentence.resulting in Pope throwing his empty water bottle at me.

“Okay,so everyone else then.” JJ says just wanting to hear some crazy stories.

“This one time I ended up crying after I orgasmed cus it was just so good.”I say as I get up to grab JJ’s little red box so I could roll a new blunt.

Sarah and John B look at eachother knowingly trying to hide their smirks.

“Wait..you cried,like sobbing? Or just some little tears?”

“No like full blown sobbing,before he even pulled out.”

I glance over to John B as he winks at me, and Sarah giggles at my face.

“Bro,really,dude...You guys know we’re present,we can see your little gestures.”

Pope states disgusted as everyone else catches on to the fact it was the two before them that had done the amazing works of pleasuring me.

“What?!” I say laughing like a maniac at the fact we’d been caught.

“Grosssss!”

“I second that ‘gross’.”

“Way to go John B and Sarah!” JJ chuckles leaning forward to high five the two as they grin widely.

“I haven’t really had any weird experiences to be honest.” Kie states blankly as I light up the blunt I had previously rolled,inhaling and passing it to her.

“Yea me neither.” The rest state.

“Y’all are so boring,bro I swear to God I’m the only cool one here.” I roll my eyes playfully teasing the group as I attempt at dodging their glaring eyes.

“I’m kiddddddingggg.”I say in between laughs

———

I get off the boat helping Sarah and kie while letting the rest do whatever it is they were doing.

I begin walking back towards the door of the chateau but being stopped by Sarah pushing me up against a tree kissing and sucking lightly on my neck.

She trails up to my ear before whispering.

“Go tell the others were headed to bed.”

She lifts her head a few centimeters away from mine,pecking my lips and smacking my butt.

I walk over to The rest of the group on the dock whispering into John B’s ear before turning to the rest of the group.

“Hey guys sorry to bring the fun to an end but we're kinda tired, so the three of us are going to head to bed.”I wink at John B and grab his hand leading him toward the porch.

“Saw that!” Kie yells out giggling at our inability to be Subtle.

“Hey,Y/n!”

I turn around at the sound of JJs voice.

“Try not to cry this time!” He says trying not to laugh at his own little joke.

I flip him off hearing the rest of the group laughing

“You just mad I’m getting more pussy than you!” I yell out to the blonde boy.Before heading into the chateau with John B’s hand still in mine.

A/n:thank you to everyone that has made me feel comfortable enough to start writing and just supporting my fics❤️

#john b routledge #john b x reader #chase stokesxreader #kie x reader #outerbanks #pope heyward x reader #jj maybank x reader #pope x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x y/n #kiara x reader #sarah cameron #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron x reader x john b

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tigsousa · 4 years

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INTRODUCING TIGS… @gallagherintro

⌠ CHAY SUEDE, 22, CISMALE, HE/HIS ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, THIAGO “TIGS” SOUSA! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in UNDECIDED; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (a shittier silver chain than connell’s, eDgY shirts with missing buttons, book rolled into back pocket, flipping everyone off, rolled cigarette tucked behind ear, bruised eyes or just bags?). when it’s the (aquarius)’s birthday on 20/01/1998, they always request their COCO POPS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

INSPO:

liam gallagher

BIO

grew up in a pretty rough and dangerous neighbourhood in dc, filled with Street Rats

parents: irresponsible, violent, addicts, basically only kept him for the benefits. home life was pretty miserable where he picked up most of his traits and habits.

but at one point it got so bad, his grandma reported them and took him in. they served some time in jail. he doesn’t know what they’re up to now, doesn’t care to find out either.

no one’s perfect -- his dad obvs gets it from somewhere -- but his grandma's love doesn’t make him cry.

but he was an ungrateful lil shit ! so after a big argument, he left her and ran away/taken to LANDAN with a gang of grifters he met on da streetz for some gigs and what he thought would be Big Money

street fights were a common occurrence re: snatch *mickey o’neil vc* i’ll fight ya for it … if dc is here he learned how to fight, london is where he learned to fight dirty

the gang began to pull cons on a Bigger Scale until they got caught ! he was a Big Coward and ran away … but was sent back to the u s of a with 0 money lol (was p traumatic actually! ppl got killed! it still haunts him!)

came back 2 grandma n said sry a bajillion times n they made up

gma works as a housekeeper for a big time politician fam in d.c. and would get a few smol jobs for him as a pool boy or whatever else rich ppl have

but then his gma got ill and they don’t have medical insurance or da money for treatment so he dropped outta school and continued 2 swindle, in d.c. or where the money was tbh

gd thing about d.c. is politicians and they have lots of money !!!

it felt weird to scam people by himself. he wasn’t used to working alone so he started off small: hung out in bars, targeted politicians. end up in a hotel - they paid for it. long story short he got enough ammo to blackmail them into giving him $$ or he’d sell photos/videos to journalists ... n we all know how homophobic politicians are :clown emoji:

newayz … one of the cons ended up being a trap (fffff). they knew about his lil tricks n wanted to use him so proposed a deal: they’d pay for his gma’s everything, put her in the best hosp, pay off debts, send him to a good school which would secure his future !! in return they wouldn’t hand him over 2 da popo, clear his record, but he’d work for them + blackmails their opponents to strong arm them into votes or w/e

obvs he said yes bc he luvs his gma ..

PERSONALITY

Edgy n Cockney

has a dog called amigo

eats cereal out of the box for breakfast lunch n dinna xx it’s vegan xx

talks rly slowly, super lazy, as if he’s high 25/8

had 2 grow up quick so he is Mature but wasn’t allowed/able to Process all of his Shit so acts out + has childish tendencies (shock!)

super selfish + looks out for himself First … soz it just how it be it’s nothing personal

prefers to ruin things on his own terms so he is unforch #TeamFuckThingsUp

likes breaking thangs, likes burning thangs, likes gettin into fites .. For Fun !

rly just does what he wants regardless of whether it hurts other ppl – doesn’t rly care abt right/wrong .. aloof/detached/boner 4 nihilism yada yada

maybe that’s due to him liking d.c. coke a lot … a coping mechanism<3 microdosing mostly<3

if u get over all of that lol then he has a Deep side n has a lot of thots (which will b hard for me but o well) can be caring etc.

anti govt, anti rich, fuck da system a la vincent cassel in la haine etc. etc.

surprisingly Smort, likes 2 read + retains info like a sponge, good at exams without rly trying, will happily take exams for $$

likes getting to know ppl tho not out of genuine interest but also won’t say shit about himself

everyone at gallagher is stupid smart n kinda show offy abt it … highkey grinds his gears because he rly hates rich ppl and the govt and will fight u on it

will rationalise himself being at gallagher by saying he’ll destroy the system from inside out !!! lol ye rite

prefers to sit at the back, blend into the background, do his own thing

never chases after anything so if he does be suss

big fan of documentaries - louis theroux daddy

CONNECTIONS

friends: prefers 2 b more lowkey, more of a small chill group of ~pals than big groups of dumbos re: bros chat.

ex-friends: gimme platonic heartbreak! he has a tendency 2 fucc things up on purpose and will not hesitate to burn bridges 2 hide in da smoke (deep)

flings: type to kick u out bc he sleeps better alone and won’t hit u up for at least a week … no hard feelings</3

ex-flings: no emosh capacity for a full on relationship but it could’ve ended for a lot of messy reasons !! makes me laff

exes? he doesn’t rly believe in monogamy i’m sry . probs would’ve messed ur chara around a bit :// or mb it could’ve been legit srs i o n o

fre/enemies: he just … has 0 loyalties tbh so

met ur match: someone who just runs circles around him + plays his game better than he does ! its Messy !

senator’s kids: ur chara’s parent the one who took tigs in! probs shud be a Baddie tho

i cleaned ur pool: mayhaps he was ur pool boy one (1) summer + stole some of ur shit, maybe they got along, maybe they hate each other

pot head gang: talking about conspiracy theories on da rooftop at 2am pls ty

anti-painkiller: someone who is feeling shitty so hits him up to feel even worse . this cud become soft tbh . extra Spice if she wants 2 keep it a secret

underlined the good bits: based on dis lil nugget but instead of saving mankind make it taking down the government lol or a lil discussion or legit anythinnnn :-) bonus points if they dk each other :-)

why didn’t u ask me to stick around?: *peyton sawyer vc* erry1 alwayz leaves … n so did he !

the worst best partner: they were forced 2 partner up together but they rly rile each other up but lowkey werk well together and got a smashing grade ! he doesn’t care abt grades so probs someone who is a Show Off so he gets Aggro

if any of these fit ur chara/u vibin wit em, holla + we can go from there: uno, two, three, three and a half, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten point five, and most importantly: ot3 !!!!! and another one

#gallagher:intro #joining the 'pretend he looks less angry in this gif' gang #benefit of letting this sit for months is comin up wit actual connections uwu #idk wat im doin

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Through the lens of an artist.

Sebastian’s arms were badly aching, he was exhausted, exhausted from carrying Iris’ weight, exhausted from running away carrying such weight. Iris wasn’t the lightest, he was heavier than what a person his size should normally weight but Sebastian carried on. Seeing the safehouse in the distance, Sebastian accelerated his pace, breathing heavily as his lungs were on fire, he just wanted to rest. After struggling to open the door to the safehouse, he quickly stepped inside, scanning the room for a place to set Iris down before putting Iris down on a nearby bench. Sebastian then painfully walked back at the door to lock it before collapsing onto a chair, he relaxed and took a moment to breathe, looking over at Iris who was still unconscious. He painfully stood up and went to the coffee maker, pouring himself a mug of hot coffee and then taking a well deserved long sip of his coffee. He let out a satisfied sigh, feeling his few injuries patching themselves up. He put the mug down before walking over to Iris. His eye, if you could call it that, wasn’t glowing like it usually did and Sebastian assumed that it only happened when he’d sleep, either that or it was broken but Iris hadn’t complained about his sight so he went with his first assumption.

He sat down on the bench,lifting Iris a bit and setting up the individual as if to pillow his head with his lap, he waited for him to wake up, keeping an eye out like he used to do with Lily when she had been sick. He lightly caressed Iris’ head and as he relaxed, he fell asleep for a moment. He was pulled out from his sleep as he heard Iris’ small complaints.

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Iris had barely woken up that his entire body was already flooding him with a dreadful sensation that he knew all too well. His skin felt like boiling wax had been poured over it and was now being peeled off, the remains of his muscles and tendons were twitching uncontrollably, feeding this fire that his clay like ooze was desperately struggling to keep under control while it painfully healed his wounds. It felt like he was being cremated alive, at least that’s how he imagined being cremated felt like. Somehow this excruciating pain reminded him of the day he became what he is now, a sculpture, a carefully crafted sculpture made by his maker. A living piece of art. It echoed throughout his mind,like a memory that he couldn’t suppress no matter how hard he tried. Those sweet words that were murmured to him in his ear as he was torn apart, as if to reassure him that this painful procedure was worth it. The noises… the noises… the noises his body produced as it was being cut down and then put back together was the only thing that resonated in his ears. He couldn’t see what was happening, what Stefano was doing exactly, and he never needed this information before in his entire life span, perhaps it was best being blind at this time but the fear of what his poor body had endured, what his body must look like to be in such excruciating pain made him wish he could see...

At this point, he wished he’d just died instead. Maybe he was already dead, who knows, perhaps this was purgatory. He felt light headed. The smell in the room made his stomach twist and his nostrils burned, it smelled like death, putrefaction and vomit. He could still hear his screams, his cries, piercing his eardrums, echoing, like he had screamed into a well for hours, days… But Iris wasn’t screaming, he was barely making any sounds as a matter of fact, his voice was broken, he was broken. All for a promise to be able to see art, hidden behind this sinister will to mold him into this cruel art piece. Iris was innocent, he never thought someone would go this far for a passion. He never thought he would go this far for sight either.

In the end, the artist held his promise, he could see, even though it was extremely finicky and required Stefano to explain him over and over again how to use it. Those painful memories reminded him of how much he wished to go back, back before he had met Stefano’s path, before he foolishly trusted this man. Even then, some part of him still wanted to trust him, still wanted his approval and to make him proud. He had given him sight, took him under his wings before showing the beauties of his art, letting him help with creating his art as well, he had been so gentle and caring with him in the beginning and now, now that he ruined so much of his work... He wanted those memories to be buried and never come back but he couldn’t stop them, he couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t do anything right, he couldn’t stop his clumsiness from damaging Stefano’s hard work on his sculpting.

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A croaked cry came out from his throat, the sounds were so muted, barely hearable even to his own ears but the sniffling noises mixed with the short gasping sounds he did every few seconds sounded like he had the hiccups but gave the indication he was crying,or at least trying to cry. His cries were like someone who had cried so much that no sounds would come up, his lips moved as if he was saying something but the words kept breaking down.

“..H...hu.r..st…h-huu..” He felt a hand laying on his head, the hand was so warm and gentle and somewhat familiar.

“It’s alright, I’m here… Take it easy.” Sebastian’s voice was low and comforting.

“Seb-as-tng?...Seben...tan…” Iris hoarsely mumbled. His vision was unfocused, he could barely see anything other than blurred features of the man looking down at him. It was enough to make him slightly panic though. “...m...eye....Ffff-fu...Fucc...is..” His voice was brittle and kept skipping parts. He was trying to move his left arm to his face without much success. Iris paused, not sure why his body didn’t want to respond more than wild twitching spasms. That was enough to make every inch of his body winced as the pain refused to settle down, more vivid and intense now that Iris was fully awake, suppressing all the thoughts he had about his possibly damaged sight. He groaned as loudly as his voice allowed him to. He desperately begged for something.

Sebastian wasn’t sure what he was saying at first, it was so quiet , he had to lean in closer to hear him better

“...p...plea-se....plea-se...Sebstin....stop…” His voice broke down. “stop…..plea-se...hur...hurt...make...stop...Seb-as-tan…” his raspy cries were pleading Sebastian to do something about the pain. The ooze on his face had turned into a slight hue of purple and his body became more and more agitated, shaking ever so slightly.

Sebastian felt his heart tighten up at his cries, he couldn’t heal him and he knew that but he also knew he could do one thing to ease up his pain at least as he pulled his last syringe and without hesitation carefully sunk the needle into Iris’s shoulder which slightly twitched. He could craft more once Iris was back on his feet, besides, he was fine on his end oddly enough.

“Shhh, you can relax now. I’ve got you,” he whispered, lightly patting his head. Iris wiggled a bit and lifted himself up with his less injured arm not in a sitting position but enough to lay his head against Sebastian’s chest. Sebastian smiled and held him closer, rocking back and forth in a soothing motion as he went to place a subtle kiss on top of his head, he could smell something like embalming products, death and god knows what else, it wasn’t extreme but it did made him wonder what Stefano could possibly have done to Iris. Perhaps if he gave Iris enough time he would open up about it.

“You....wa-stng...sup...supplies for...me..not..wo-rth it..” he mumbled quietly, his voice was less raspy, he sounded almost sleepy.

Sebastian held him tighter, shaking his head softly, it was his fault if Iris was in such a bad shape to begin with, if he hadn’t shot that explosive bolt right into that lost that was charging him. Iris had pulled him backwards with incredible strength, putting himself in the way and taking the blow instead. He had tried for several minutes to pick Iris up, each attempt failing as he refused to let Sebastian pick him up, making small agonizing sounds and smacking him aggressively with his right arm with each attempt.

“..Leave...go...no no no...go..’’ with each sharp gasp he took he repeated those words over and over, trying to get Sebastian to leave him there. Sebastian, out of frustration and pure stubbornness had jabbed Iris with one of his two syringes he had, which may not have been his best idea but that’s all he had with him and since he still had a spare one he figured it was better than trying nothing. Iris hissed, nothing was happening or that’s what Sebastian thought at first glance but Iris had gone still and silent. He wasn’t complaining about the pain nor about Sebastian picking him up.

“I’m not leaving you here… not after almost killing yourself to save my ass, you hear me?” His voice was rougher than he wanted it to sound but Iris didn’t reply, he simply looked away, ashamed, tired. As soon as Sebastian had picked up Iris, he almost instantly fell asleep in his arms. Sebastian headed to the safehouse and he wondered if Iris ever slept until now, if he needed to or if it was only his body trying to concentrate on healing his injuries, Perhaps the syringe had some sort of anesthetic effect on Iris. The only thing holding Iris’s limbs from falling off completely was the tentacles tightly wrapped around the dangling limbs and the excessive amount of crimson ooze that coated almost the entirety of his body including Sebastian’s upper body.

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Sebastian held him tightly, he was irritated that he could think such things even after almost dying for him, he thought it perhaps had to do with something much more deeper, a wound that even comfort and time couldn’t possibly heal, he couldn’t blame Iris for that of course, he was only a victim of this twisted man’s ideology centered around his morbid art projects.

“You asked me to stop the pain and I did, so, it’s not wasting my supplies…” He tried to suppress this urge to lecture him about this before adding,’’That’s the least I can do to thank you for saving my ass back there, no?”

There was a silence, Iris looked down, hiding his face from Sebastian. Iris was drifting off from consciousness again but as he slowly fell asleep he mumbled something, it was quiet and a bit sloppy but sebastian heard all of it and he froze.

“..You sh-ould...hhhave...jist..…sh-oot...me…”

His hands started to shake as his grip on Iris tightened, he took a deep breath before putting his lips against Iris head and without realising it started rocking back and forth ever so gently. Those words stabbed him so deeply, they sliced right through him as they were so familiar and he cursed under his breath.

#Through the lens of an artist #Iristew2 #writing #the evil within 2 #fanfic #stefano's doppelganger

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