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pato o'ward for man about town | ss24

#PATRICIO ?

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Lips eyes are just so addicting and the reader can’t stop looking at them and in the future their kid has heteroachroma with one color of lips eyes and the other of the readers

i like when heterochromia shows up with both colors in the same eye, and i gave the reader hazel eyes, hope that's ok !! this also falls under college dad lip <33

emily bounds into the living room, two braided pigtails swinging after her. "daddy did my hair! look!" she skids to a stop in the kitchen and she strikes a pose, hands on hips, head shaking back and forth to show off her braids.

"aw, you look beautiful honey!" you coo to your daughter, plating up a mini bagel with bacon in a tupperware container. you hand it to her, then turn her shoulders to face towards the door. "go pick out your shoes so daddy can tie them for you, m'kay?" you smush a kiss against her rosy cheek and urge her gently towards her task.

by the time you've finished adding creamer and syrup to your daily coffee, lip is kneeling by the bench in the entryway to tie emily's shoes. "you're gettin' so big squirt! you'll hav'ta learn to tie your own shoes pretty soon," he tells her with a grin and a little pinch to her knee.

emily squeals and jumps up from the bench, skittering away from lip as he playfully reaches after her. she runs over to the mirror in the dining room and strikes her little pose again. her eyes narrow as she leans closer, then asks, "how come my eyes are two colors? all my friends only have one color eyes."

lip stands and walks over to emily, scoops her up, and steps up to the mirror. "see how the outside of ya eyes is blue, like mine?" he asks softly.

emily looks in the mirror for a moment, brushing her bangs away from her eyes and leaning in closer. "mhm!" she responds and nods her head.

you step up beside lip, lean in and smush your cheek against your daughter's. "and that greenish brown on the inside is like mine," you murmur, and kiss her cheek gently. "you have the most beautiful eyes."

end.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fluff

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pls can i request more sub!carmy it is the only thing getting me through rn. like maybe some smut where they're spooning and so he's facing away when reader is touching him??? so it's like more intense??? IDK if u don't like that idea just anything sub!carmy thank u ur an angel!!!!!!

hi angel! sorry for letting this rot in my inbox for so long 💔 nsfw 18+. sub!carmy, handjob, lots and lots of praise bc carmy needs it. very short!

the creak of the bed paired with a few needy kisses to your jaw pull you out of the very content sleep you'd been in. "carmen," you scold, swatting him away gently. "c'mon, i've got an early meeting tomorrow." you push him off you, just lightly, and his body all but collapses onto the bed with a dissatisfied huff.

one tatted hand runs through his unruly hair, trying to smooth it down to no avail. "long day baby, need'ya," he mumbles into your shoulder.

"oh, carms," you coo, and take pity on him as his blue eyes look up at you all tired and wide. you take his chin between your thumb and forefinger. "what do you say, when you want something? hm?"

"c'mon, please," he begs, all needy. you smile graciously, rewarding him for his manners by capturing his lips in a tender kiss. the soft sigh he breathes into your mouth is evidence enough. it really had been a long day.

"shirt off," you murmur as you kiss down his neck, pressing your further instructions into his skin with a low whisper. "lay down, facing away from me, and get comfy. m'kay? gonna treat'ya right."

he does as he's told, stripping off his shirt and laying down with his back to your chest. "good boy," you praise him, with a smattering of kisses over his bare shoulder. one hand slips down his toned abs, toys with the waistband of his black boxers, then slips down, down under.

the soft whine that passes through his lips lets you know how much he needs this, needs you, and you take his length in your hand with a few firm strokes. he preens under the contact, arches his back just slightly, and sucks in a quick gasp through his teeth. "thank'ya, s-sweetheart," he murmurs, and you watch as his eyes slip closed.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut

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Lip: “want me to fuck you like a good girl, huh? Why not ask instead of acting like a brat”

Lip providing a little bit disciplining

oh yeah i fucks w this nsfw 18+. dom/sub, brat tamer lip, rough sex, choking, spanking, etc etc etc. wc: idk. vry short tho

lip has you on your knees, shoulders pressed firmly into the pillows at the top of your bed. it had been so long since you'd seen him, it was hard when the two of you were now hours apart from each other for school. it was even harder to re-adjust to life apart after spending nearly every waking second together over the summer. it felt like his hands had molded to your body over those three short months. you found yourself craving him after mere days apart. it had been much longer before you finally had him again.

you whine, press your hips back against his hard cock, your arousal smearing on his length. he lets out a low growl at the feeling and you toss a glance back at him with teary eyes. a smirk forms on his lips as he looks you over, and brings one hand down to your hair. he grabs a fistful and uses it to leverage you upwards until your back bumps into his chest. you huff and turn your face away in protest when he tries to kiss your cheek.

"fuckin' needy," lip growls, gripping your chin and pulling you so you're looking at him. you pout some more and continue to push your hips back against him. "want me t'fuck you like a good girl, huh?"

"come on," you beg, arching into his touch as one hand circles around your throat.

"baby," he coos, his voice carrying a dark undertone. "all ya had t'do was ask, but you decided to act like a brat."

you wince at his pointed tone, whine and wriggle in his grasp, all to no avail. a sharp smack! lands on your ass, drawing a pathetic whimper from your lips.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher smut

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55 peeking in room 16 👀🤭

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here's my happy belated birthday lip gallagher post, thank you to this anon for requesting! no warnings, just cute shit <3 im thinking late model lip, s10/s11. wc: around 500, little less probs

lip is up before you almost every morning, gone by the time you even think about opening your eyes. he's up at seven to be at the bike shop by eight and often leaves you with with no more than a mumbled goodbye, he always prefers to let you sleep.

but this morning was a special morning. at least, in your eyes it was. while you snuck out of bed with as much care as possible you wondered if he would even be appreciative of the gesture. lip didn't like the cacophony of it all—the cake and presents and songs—he didn't enjoy being the center of attention.

you knew that, and you heeded it well as you cooked up a simple breakfast; an omelette, some fresh fruit, and a little raspberry pastry he would never admit that he loved. but you knew. you finish it all up with a cup of coffee you know by heart—dark roast, two sugars—and added in add a half pump your favorite cinnamon syrup. you just had a feeling he'd like it.

the sun is beginning to peek over the horizon as you wash the dishes you'd used, no use in leaving them for later. by the time you're tiptoeing back into the bedroom the gentle rays are seeping through your thin curtains, and lip is blinking groggily up at you while they cast him in a gentle glow.

"i had hoped i'd get to wake you up," you say with a smile, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. lip eyes the plate, then looks back at you.

"wha's this all about baby?" he grumbles, knuckles digging into his eyes for a moment before he reaches out to touch your hand.

you gather the courage to say it, despite knowing he could never be mad at you when you were being oh so sweet. "it's y'birthday," you tell him, and hand over the plate as he sits up.

lip takes one look at the food, that signature grin pulling at the corners of his lips already. "oh is it?" he asks, and you nod in response.

the gears in his head seem to turn for a moment before he balances the plate on the nightstand and pulls you right into his lap. a surprised 'hmph!' escapes you before you're giggling at the way his arms wrap tightly around you.

"jesus, i am one lucky son of a bitch," he remarks against your skin. nimble fingers tickle your sides just to draw more of those sweet, pretty laughs from your lips.

you wriggle in his grasp, fingers clutching at him and pulling his body down with your own as you fall sideways onto the mattress. lip tucks your body into the gentle curve of his own, laying a smattering of kisses to your still sleep-messy hair.

"happy birthday baby," you tell him softly, and he beams like the sun when you do.

end.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fluff

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Lip gives off the energy of “your back hurtin baby? Lemme give you a massage” which turns into being fucked into the mattress

ohhh yeah i love this. i've been thinking ab lip x kindergarten teacher a lot recently so i wrote that here nsfw 18+. fluff and smut <33

lip quirks an eyebrow when you come into the bedroom, cardigan clinging to your skin as a thin layer of sweat drapes itself over your body. the august heat was killing you, but the school you worked at kept the air conditioning cranked at all times. a grumpy, discontented pout pulls at the corners of your mouth and you snap, "fuckin' freezing in my classroom, so don't start."

lip chuckles as you collapse face first next to him on the bed, managing the sweater off your arms and tossing it towards the hamper. he notices the way you whine softly and stretch out, trying to find a comfortable angle to rest. one rough palm smooths over your back, hoping to placate your sour attitude, but he's met with a hiss of pain and a scowl.

"your back hurtin' baby? want me t'give ya a massage?" he asks, gentle words falling soft on your ears.

you shuffle around, giving him better access while you grumble and bury your face in the pillow. it muffles the soft, involuntary moan that leaves your throat as his fingers work at the knots in your aching back. he loosens your tired and sore muscles until you're content, boneless, and practically purring from the sensation.

when he's done you roll over onto your back. his fingers trace your jaw, your brow, the bridge of your nose, and he shuffles down to lay beside you. "is my sweet girl back?" he coos at you, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose.

you respond with a simple "hmph!" as you scoot over to plant your face against his chest, still feeling a bit grumpy and unsatisfied. it doesn't take long for lip to realize what you need.

he rolls you over onto your back with gentle hands, tugs at your long skirt until it pools around your ankles, kisses up your tummy as he lifts the hem of your shirt. his mouth makes contact with all the most sensitive parts of your body, cradling you close while a smile begins to tug at your lips. you salivate at the sound of his belt clinking against the floor as he tosses it off the bed.

"gonna fuck that stubborn attitude right outta ya," he murmurs against the shell of your ear, sinking into your core without so much as a warning. you cry out, fingers flying to his hair while he leaves tender kisses on your neck and chest. "atta girl baby. lemme hear you."

#lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher fluff #lip gallagher x reader

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Frat lip brings his gf and their baby to a party like when lip brought Liam to the dorms

Love your writing sm btw

this is absolutely adorable i love it. frat lip + dad lip is my new fav thing.

"mommy? can i go on the slide?" emily tugs at the hem of your shirt, half eaten popsicle melting in her hand and smearing across the fabric.

you glance over at the inflatable waterslide, drunk students clambering their way up the ladder to see how many different ways they could slide down. it's sunny out, warm with a slight breeze, and you can't fathom saying no to her on a day like today.

"let's go ask daddy, okay ems?" you pat her on the back, pointing to the patio area where lip is manning the grill. she starts off with determination, shouting 'scuse me!' as she weaves her way through partygoers and brothers playing drinking games.

"daddy!" emmie squeals, and lip sees her in just enough time to set down his spatula and kneel to her level, ruffling her sandy blonde curls.

"what's up eminem? y'having fun?" he asks, subconsciously licking his finger and using it to wipe away the sticky popsicle residue on her face.

emily scrunches her little face up at the action. "daaaddddd," she whines. "i wanna go on the slide. pretty please!?"

"we can go on the slide together, how's that sound kiddo?" lip offers, and emily throws her arms around his neck in an excited hug.

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Being a bit tipsy after a party begging for frat lip to fuck you ✨

ohhh yeah ok ok. get into it. yuh. nsfw 18+. prior consent for a loving couple to fuck like madmen while tipsy. not too much filth, just a bit of rambling.

you'd known going into it that tonight would be a long, mostly sober affair. the time trudged on as you and lip manned the bar, keeping an eye out to make sure no one got too drunk. "liabilities and all" is what the chapter president would say. you and lip agreed that it wasn't so much of a chore if you did it together.

then, whenever the action started to fizzle out, the two of you would try to outdrink each other. you'd place little bets on a number of things; who knew more lyrics to a song, who could get someone's number the quickest, which team was about to make a last minute win.

the winner was rewarded. salt, shot, lime.

the tests and bets got harder as the night came to an end, both of you thoroughly tipsy and too occupied with need to truly compete. while the lights come up and the music fades out you'd follow after him, holding on to his hand and helping him in little ways. you kissed him too, as you went about the house to make sure there weren't any lingering party-goers.

after a final sweep and a quick snack while you finished your end-of-night cocktails, the lights went off again and each of the house boys stumbled their ways to bed. your mouth pleaded against lip's bicep, his shoulder, his neck, all in hushed tones. with a smattering of kisses.

"c'mon, baby. need it. please."

you let the words bleed into his skin as he shuts his door, then locks it for good measure. rough palms slide under the hem of your shirt, and his lips pressed warmly under your ear.

"hm?" he hums, teeth grazing your ear as he backs you towards the bed. lip''s cocky in that way, making you say it. you can feel his smirk against your neck.

"need you," you repeat. the backs of your knees hit his bed and you buckle, pulling him down with you. "please, lip, just fuck me already."

he huffs out a pleased laugh, nimble fingers pulling at the little ties on the edge of your skirt. "good. thought you'd never ask."

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher smut

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* indicates smut

fics.

❀ i really like you || lip x fem reader

❀ frozen feet || lip x fem reader

❀ who's naughty and nice || lip x fem reader *

❀ birthday girl || lip x shy reader

blurbs.

❀ needy lip after work *

❀ lip saying 'yes ma'am'

❀ frat lip walking you home

❀ lip w/ a lovey pregnant gf

❀ leaving for class but lip stops you

❀ gentle parenting lip

❀ protective + jealous frat!lip

❀ tired summer construction job lip

❀ good sex & domesticity w/ college lip *

❀ lip + aftercare *

❀ professor!lip *

❀ college dad lip

❀ college dad lip + surprising you

❀ college dad lip + late night calls

❀ lip being your safe space

#nav.

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lip gallagher the type a guy to say ‘yes ma’am’ when you’re playfully scolding him AMEN!!

amen ‼️

it’s something small, not picking up behind himself or putting the cups and bowls in the wrong cabinet. you purse your lips after you finish telling him off, and cross your arms as well. you know he’s charming, and you want to hold your ground just for once.

but he flashes you those sweet blue eyes, mouth forming into a crooked grin. ‘okay, okay!” he says, laughing at you while you bite your lip in attempts to hold back a smile.

you roll up the dish towel with quick hands and snap it at him, causing him to jump. you laugh in response, backing away as he stalks playfully towards you. “aht, aht. i’m not touchin’ you ‘til the dishes are done. so, get to it mister!”

lip rolls his eyes, grabbing the dish towel from your hands. ‘yes ma’am,” he says, and snaps the towel lightly back at you.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fluff

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Lip loves pussyjobs when he’s tired after work frfr

i can’t stop fucking thinking about this

“need’ya, baby,” he murmurs, all fresh from the shower. you’d taken care of the apartment while he was washing off, making sure everything was perfect and tidy so the two of you could collapse into the freshly made bed in peace.

you’re taken from your train of thought when lip grabs your hip with one firm hand. you gasp softly, your eyes flit up to meet his own, and you see the look of pure need on his face. he’s tired, with circles under his eyes so dark you’d think he’d showered with some of your mascara on.

“need you,” he repeats, and you crumble.

you pull him gently to bed, pushing his chest so he falls back against the heap of pillows at the head. you straddle his lap easily, and watch his eyes flutter closed as you grind the soft cotton of your shorts against him.

“take ‘em off,” he pleads, and who are you to object? you push your shorts down your hips quickly, bringing your pussy to graze over him. you feel his dick harden at the sensation, and lean down to kiss him gently.

lip groans, murmuring sweet nothings against your lips while his rough palms graze under your tank top. he’s so warm, you press your chest against his to escape the cool breeze. his warmth seeps into your skin as his teeth sink into the meat of your shoulder. you arch your back, moaning at the sharp feeling and the pain melts so sweetly into a wave of pleasure.

the head of his dick presses firmly against your clit and you whine, watching the happy smirk that pulls at his lips. “baby,” he says, voice low and heady as he presses his nose against your neck. it sounds like a prayer.

“what d’ya need, tell me,” you say in a hushed whisper against his skin. his hands grip your hips tightly, moving your hips against himself.

“jus’ need you.”

end.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher smut

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just started s10 when tami is pregnant asf so now i’m thinking about lip with a lovey needy pregnant gf 🧸🩷 ((not edited + been awake 24hrs+))

“good morning baby,” you croon, watching lip come sleepily down the stairs. he runs a hand through soft, messy curls and waves to franny, who had started giggling the moment she saw him. you sat at the table with her while debbie was in the shower, filing out your crossword and letting franny ask you questions she had about her new baby cousin in your tummy.

“what uh-, fuck, what time is it? how long’ve you been up?” lip asks, rifling through the cabinet for a half-eaten, half-stale box of cereal. he’s tired, you can see the dark circles from across the room. you’d made the decision to let him sleep in, leaving him in the morning with a sweet kiss on his cheek before drawing the curtains and shutting the door.

you shrug, “about noon… been down here since seven. this baby sure is a gallagher, ‘cause he’s real hard headed and stubborn,” you say, playfully pointed at your baby bump.

“baby gallagher,” he mumbles, almost in awe as he pours two bowls of cereal.

you stand, one hand on your back to ease the constant weight of your pregnancy belly, and make your way over to lip. he smiles knowingly as you hold out the fruit basket to him, and takes a banana to cut up in your cheerios. just the way you like it.

he’s thoughtful in that way, knowing what you wanted, what you needed, understanding you in a way no one has before. while lost in thought you feel his arms wrap around your middle, hands resting gently on your baby bump. then, you feel your son kick right under lip’s hand. sure, there’s discomfort attached, but it’s all worth it when you look back at the sweet smile on your boyfriend’s face.

“hey buddy, how ya doin’ in there? hm?” he murmurs down toward your tummy.

“he’s been rowdy this morning,” you confess. you’d barely slept because of your son’s constant kicking. “i think he’s ready to be outta there, aren’t you little man?”

lip laughs softly at that, moving to finish slicing up the banana for your cereal. “you should’ve woke me up. i could’a helped try and get ya comfortable or somethin’,” he tells you, turning his head towards you with concerned eyes.

you just shake your head with a dismissive smile. “you needed the rest, lip. i let you sleep in.”

“hey, look at me will ya?” he says, reaching a hand out to guide your cheek. you meet his eyes, seeing him softly search your face. “you gotta rest too, mama.”

you shrug him off, but fall in at his side as grabs the milk from the fridge. “baby keeps me up, then i think about all the shit i gotta do and-“

“nuh uh, none of that, we’re in this together yeah?” he says bluntly, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“of course,” you respond with a kiss to his cheek. his skin is still warm from sleep, and you breathe in the scent of tobacco and cologne.

lip nods, satisfied. “there we go, end of discussion. you wake me up next time, you hear me?” he says playfully. he turns around to grab the shaker of cinnamon but you reach out and catch his sleeve, pulling him in so your faces are nearly touching.

“thank you,” you murmur to him, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “and i love you. so, so much.”

you can feel lip heat up at your words, but he kisses you softly instead. the two of you are so close together, the world falling silent as you lived in this brief, shared moment.

“yeah, yeah,” he murmurs, laughing softly, but after a moment his shifts into a genuine expression as he adds, “i love you too. so much.”

end.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fluff #pregnant reader

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can't stop thinking about s7 when lip had that summer job moving concrete and shit like that and how he'd be so tired and so sweet when he came home.

lip enters your apartment with a quick “hey baby,” and a tired smile, dirt and grime clinging to his features and the aches of a long day wearing him down. you return the smile easily, watching as he slips away into the bathroom. the shower starts up, tendrils of steam gently winding out through the open door.

you finish up dinner, something simple but hearty, all the good filling foods you know he’ll need after a day of work under the hot chicago sun. you know he’s tired, too tired to be formal, but you don’t mind. you fix up two plates right as you hear the water shut off in the other room. he steps out with a towel tight around his waist, and you go to him quietly, accepting the gentle kiss he lends to the corner of your mouth before he heads to get changed.

you sit both plates on the coffee table, switching the tv on to something light and insignificant. he returns in a white tank top and boxers, an exhausted groan tumbling from his lips when he sits next to you on the couch. he takes his plate from the table and eats with a tired smile on his face. you manage to slide in between his back and the couch cushions so you can offer him some comfort at your gentle touch. your hands work carefully at the knots in his back, leaving sweet kisses and quiet loving words against his tanned and freckled skin.

he’s so pretty in the summer, with sun kissed cheeks and lighter, messier hair. it’s like no matter what happens through the rest of the year, all of the adult responsibility bullshit he deals with, it all melts away in the summer. it’s like he’s the same rowdy boy with the crooked grin and affinity for adventure that you met playing out on the street all those years ago.

and secretly, he thinks the same of you. your eyes shine brighter in the summer, you look happier. he can’t get enough of you. you look so natural in the sun, bathing in it on your small porch, tending to your plants, smiling up at him with an easy sort of wonder.

the two of you don’t need to exchange any words. you understand he's tired, he understands you don't mind his easy silence. you gather the plates and take them to the kitchen, washing them off and putting them away. that way you wouldn't have to worry about them later, when the two of you were cozy in bed with his head pillowed so sweetly on your thighs.

he'd be out by eight, eight-thirty at the latest. you'd finish your wine and a chapter of your book around ten, and by then it'd be much too cozy and far too late to make your way to the kitchen. your wine glass would sit on the bedside table with your book, and you'd snuggle down under the thin cotton sheet with lip. you would roll him onto his back so you could lay on his chest, letting the cool summer breeze drift in from the window and caress the expanse of your skin.

end.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fluff

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im adding a masterlist for my JAW fics even tho i don't have that many tbh. but send me askssss <333

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just some nsfw professor lip ramblings bc i can’t get it out of my head now

he looks at you with hungry eyes, his tie hanging loose around his neck and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he leans over the desk behind you. you’re showing him your work, a complex function you were using in a hands on research project.

“good, this is good work,” he murmurs in your ear. “you’ve got all your numbers right, everything adds up.”

you smile, your cheeks heating under his praise. “i’ve worked hard on it,” you say, and your heartbeat speeds in your chest at the way he gently caresses your shoulder. you both know why you’re here, in his office after hours. it’s not to review a project, or make up a missed exam. no. it’s something deeper than that. more primal. you were here to scratch an itch.

you were here to get your needs met.

“you’re a smart girl,” he whispers, fingers slipping the strap of your tank top down your shoulder. “i think you’re the first one to bring me a formula with no mistakes.”

his lips caress your shoulder, then your neck. you whine softly, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his hair. “t-thank you,” you stammer out, so distracted by his hand as it caresses down your arm, headed so comfortably towards the plush of your thighs. he squeezes your hip softly, kissing your neck, then your cheek, then standing.

you watch with curious eyes as he respectfully folds your paper in half, tucking it away and leaving the middle of the desk empty. he sits on the edge, directly in front of you, and looks down at the state you’re in.

“pretty girl,” he mumbles, leaning forward to pull your tank top over your head. he unclasps your bra with the same ease, then lifts you gently by your hips until you’re standing between his legs.

“professor gallagher,” you murmur as his lips caress your neck. you feel him frown against you.

“as hot as that is,” he whispers, kissing up towards your ear. “if you say it again, i’ll never be able to answer you in class again. please, call me lip.”

“lip,” you moan softly, grabbing the collar of his shirt as he bites softly just below your ear. “fuck, lip, please-“

“shhh,” he shushes you, pulling away and turning you around. he fiddles with the button of your shorts, quickly pulling them down your legs. he kisses up your thighs, nose pressing against your clothed core.

“i want you to fuck me,” you say in a desperate manner, practically clawing down his back. with feverish need you set to work on the buttons of his shirt, listening as he chuckles darkly. it’s like music to his ears.

he presses a kiss to your cheek and helps you, hands coming to undo his belt. soon enough he stands before you in nothing but his boxers. your hand gravitates to the obvious tent in his pants, stroking his length softly.

“good girl,” he murmurs. he presses gently on your chest. “now lay back. ‘m gonna take real good care of you.”

end.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher smut #nsfw

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winter sleepover!! carmy 🔥 indoors and the fire is also for “please make it spicy” 🫢

sex by the fire || carmen berzatto

pairing: carmy x fem reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ p in v unprotected and all that jazz. just soft vanilla sex. and cookies !!

a/n: this is unedited and unbeta’d bc i am so so sleepy. thanks sm for requesting 🫶🏻🫶🏻

a weekend getaway in a secluded little cabin in the woods was exactly the kind of break you needed. fall semester had been hell for you and your boyfriend was well aware of that, which is exactly why he’d booked this trip. sydney was perfectly capable of running the restaurant for a few days, and everyone knew not to call carmy unless it was absolutely necessary. that left the two of you with the peace and quiet you both desperately needed.

the trip had been a complete surprise. carmy had packed your bags for you, picking you up from campus after your last exam with a mischievous grin on his face and whisking you away for the weekend. the cabin was downright adorable, just a single room with a large bed, a little kitchenette, a bathroom off to the side, a couple arm chairs and a TV by a big window, overlooking a gorgeous view of the lake. and of course, the fireplace.

it had taken the two of you a few tries to get the fire going, but now you were rewarded with the gentle warmth and the soft crackling sound as the fire burned steadily behind the iron grate.

you lounged on the bed, snuggled up between the many decorative pillows, waiting patiently as carmy placed a pan of cookies into the stove. he set a timer, tossed the dirty dishes in the sink to be dealt with later, and made his way back to you.

“hey baby,” he whispered, crawling into bed beside you. “are you enjoying y’self?”

you smiled at him, all perfect and pretty with his hair mussed and a little dash of flour lingering on his rosy cheek. “very much so,” you murmured. you closed your book and sat it on the bedside table so you could give your full attention to the man in front of you. his eyes shone with love and mischief in the dancing light of the fire, and you couldn’t help but pull him in for a kiss.

he tasted like the bittersweet chocolate chips he’d used in the batch of cookies he’d made, lips warm and pliant as you deepened the kiss. rough palms landed on your hips, pulling you until you rested in his lap.

“so,” you started, pulling away to look him in the eyes. “you gonna fuck me by the fire, bear?”

his parted lips turned upwards into a little grin, hands already roaming up under the hem of your sweater. “well, sweet girl, when you put it like that,” he laughed softly, bringing you in for another kiss as his fingers began to tug at the little bow on your pajama pants. the knot came undone quickly, and you shuffled around until your pants and sweater had been discarded. you sat atop his thighs in nothing but a pair of pretty lace panties, tugging his shirt over his head until your palms could lay flat against his warm, bare chest.

“my pretty boy,” you cooed, kissing along the column of his throat. your hips rolled against his own, the flannel of his pajama pants soft against the inside of your thighs. he was half hard already, you could feel him rubbing deliciously against your core, and a soft whine escaped your lips as he kissed you again. “want you, carm. c’mon.”

carmy chuckled, lifting you off his hips long enough to discard his pants and boxers in one go. then he was pulling you back, pushing your panties to the side and giving his cock a few quick strokes before lining himself up and sliding in. the stretch was familiar, an easy little burn you’d come accustomed to, but it never failed to draw an obscene moan from your lips.

“shh, tha’s it. good girl.” his hips began to shift up into you in gentle strokes, pushing in deep with a muffled groan against the curve of your shoulder.

you hummed in pleasure, slumping against his chest as he planted his feet on the bed for more leverage. “fuck- ‘s so good,” you whimpered, curling in closer and latching your lips onto his neck. any semblance of composure in your voice dissipated, your words coming out as gentle, high pitched whines. “carmen, oh fuck, carmen!”

“sounds so pretty when ya say it like that,” he said, his words nearly a growl as they came through gritted teeth. “fuckin’ angelic. say it again baby, will ya?”

“carmen, jesus- fucking- carmen, please! ‘m gonna-“ your head felt too heavy to hold anymore, but one strong hand supported your chin to draw you in for a delicate kiss. the contrast was exhilarating, sharp thrusts of his hips balanced against the softness of his lips against yours.

without so much as a warning to carmy, your vision was whiting out and your body was coursing with red hot pleasure. your whole figure shook in his arms, lewd moans turning into softer whimpers as he chased his own climax with erratic thrusts.

“fuck- yeah, that’s my girl. jus’ a li’l more baby, you can do it.” he grunted, fingers digging into your hips as he slammed against you. you fell quiet, leaving nothing but the obscene sounds of sweat slick skin over the gentle roar of the fire.

with one final, deep stroke he came inside of you, lips finding yours in a messy and passionate kiss. you could have stayed there in his arms forever, listening to the fire and his soft breathing as the two of you came down from the high. but of course, nothing lasts forever, and it was only a matter of minutes before the kitchen timer rang out, reminding you of the batch of cookies waiting in the oven.

you hummed, rolling off carmy and collapsing into the fluffy mattress. he smiled down at you, thumb running over your smudged lipstick before leaning in for a quick kiss.

“i’ll get the cookies out, an’ then i’ll get ya cleaned up. that sound good?”

you nodded, too sleepy and sated to form any coherent sentence. your eyes fell closed, listening carefully to the sounds around you. the clang of the oven door. the creak of a cabinet door. a soft hiss of pain, probably from your boyfriend touching the still hot pan. water running in the sink. soft footsteps coming back in your direction.

carmy cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, tossing it haphazardly towards the laundry basket and crawling back into bed beside you. the two of you laid there, naked and happy, with the plate of cookies balanced precariously on your thigh. when the sweets were gone and the fire was dying down, you let your eyes flutter closed as you snuggled into his side.

“goodnight, pretty girl,” carmy murmured, moving the plate to the bedside table and wrapping you securely in his arms.

end.

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