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galaxysgal · 3 days
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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."
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theapangea · 9 months
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Bruised
Characters: Lip Gallagher x reader, Fiona, Ian, Debbie, V
Summary/ Request: How do you think lip would react if fwb that they've known each other forever ends up coming to the house in the middle of the night in the middle of winter with sleep shorts and a tank top with socks, covered in bruises
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: Parent abuse, physically abuse
A/N: PROTECTIVE LIP AHHHHH!!!! I just love him and know he'd protect reader at ALL COST! All mistakes are mine as I am sometimes too lazy to proof read but I hope you enjoy!! Let me know what you think!! <3
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You are in a daze.
Your frail body shakes as the sudden flashbacks of yelling and pushing and crying continue to play in your head. Trying to understand, to comprehend what in the hell just happened. Thinking a million thoughts yet completely nothing at all. Your head aches, the shooting pressure builds, beating against your skull. 
The snow crunches under your steps, soaking through your socks as you stumble to keep yourself up right. The icy wind causes you to tremble more than the horrors of the night. Barely able to keep your eyes open wide enough to see where you are going. 
Having no particular destination in mind but here you are standing outside Lip Gallagher’s house, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, begging to be let in. 
Lip has been the person you’ve leaned on for almost every bullshit thing that has happened in your life, understanding each other on a deeper level. It was only recently that your relationship with Lip became sexual but your connection was much more than that. And unfortunately neither of you have the guts to make it anything more than just friends who sleep together.
Your knocking rapidly increases, quickly becoming impatient until you hear the lock on the other side click and the porch light turn on. Coming face to face with his older sister Fiona who’s look of annoyance quickly washes over with concern, brows furrowing, mouth open in shock as she stares at your fragile body, wearing only a cotton tank top, small boxer shorts and socks shielding you from the cold. Your exposed skin is covered in purple bruises, deepening in color with every second that you tremble in front of her. 
Immediately snatching one of the jackets off the hook behind her and wrapping it around your shoulders as she pulls you inside. Goosebumps lining your skin as the warm, inside air circles around you. The pain is no longer from the cold but from the aching bruises. 
And while your world has been turned upside down, a happy boy on the next street over is fighting a huge grin as he walks back home.
The extra skip in Lip’s step was from the wonderful night he just spent with Karen, mainly the sex part. Their relationship has become more positive and Lip hopes that they are finally going to make it more official, like boyfriend/ girlfriend official, no one else on the side.
But...becoming official with Karen means that he will no longer get to see you...at all. Karen is hugely jealous of your relationship with Lip. The inside jokes, the constant hanging out, the connection that she sees that you two are obviously oblivious to. And the only way that she agreed to making things official with Lip is that he will have to cut off all ties with you.
Lip is feeling torn, picking between you and Karen should be so easy for him but these past couple of months, especially when you add sex into the equation, makes him question everything. He lets out one more deep breath, the fog floating in front of him as he knows that tomorrow he will finally have to tell you that you can’t be friends anymore. Knowing that the outcome is going to be disastrous.
Skipping every other skip as he jogs up the stairs of the back porch, a curious thought enters his mind as he notices all the lights shining into the darkness of the night and the door unlocked as he jiggles the handle. Walking into the warm kitchen, unwrapping his scarf and shrugging off his jacket, dismissing the items onto the table until some unknown later time.
The commotion from the front end of the house travels around his body as he stumbles to kick off his boots, catching himself on the wall by the stairs to stop himself from falling over. Peaking around the corner, trying to understand the roaring chaos that fills that Gallagher house tonight. 
Ian comes down the stairs, his hand placed on his forehand and the other holds a phone tightly to his ear. Practically arguing with the person on the other line, speaking some details about a house over on Gilmore Street.
Gilmore Street…that’s where you live. 
Lip’s interest suddenly peaked, his face asking a plain question towards his younger brother…what the hell is going on here?
But Ian waves him off, continuing on his story on how the police need to check on the house now and how something really fucked up happened. 
Lip stands there dumbfounded, trying to figure out this super confusing situation that he just walked into. His attention floats elsewhere as the two women in the next room talking abruptly loud. If he didn't know Fiona and V personally, then he would think hat they are arguing. Walking closer to the dining room but not actually in the room itself, Lip watches their interaction. 
Their movements are elaborate and complex. Fiona runs fingers through her hair, tossing it to one side, passing the hard floor beneath her. The conversation between them is making no sense to Lip, something about having to wait until tomorrow and trying to solve some problem. 
Lip stands still, his mind trying to piece the puzzle together from the small details that he has been given. But how could he, when it feels like everyone is talking in code. Like it's some top secret event that he can't know anything about.
Feeling something graze his side, bringing him back to reality to see Debbie walk between the two women towards the living room. In her hands a mug with steam coming from it. Walking quickly to the couch where she hands the mug to a girl. Lip following Debbie's same movements to get a better look at who's in his house. Eyes wide when it see that it's you...
A confused look freezes on his face as he studies your body. Your shaky hands reach out towards the mug as the warm contains seeping through the glass cup through your body. Your eyes fixated in front of you, as if the small girl standing in front of you isn’t actually there. Your chest heaving rapidly, breathing heavily through your nose. Knees bruised, shaking together. 
It is as if the dam that keeps the water of emotions behind a strong wall suddenly shatters. The instant fire spreads through Lip’s body as he sees your weak state. The walls of decorum crumble as his hands turn into fist and his jaw locks. The blood making his face bright red, moving quickly to your side, his knees hitting into the wooden floors hard as he practically pushes Debbie out of the way so he is kneeling in front of you.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” Lip voice breaks through the chaos of the house as he holds onto your shoulders, shaking slightly but your gaze would shift to meet his, “What happened, tell me!” He whines, the pain mixed with anger driving his actions.
“Don’t yell at her dummy.” Fiona shouts as she comes over, grabbing Lip off the floor so they are face to face.
“What the fuck is going on?” The spit spewing from his mouth, his hand signaling towards you and why you are bruised and bleeding and hurt. Why you? Why you?
“We don’t know. Your little girlfriend just showed up here like 10 minutes ago.” V crosses her arms behind Fiona. 
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Lip quickly remarks, the comment would have stung you more if you can actually concentrate but tonight is not the night for you to be dwelling over how Lip Gallagher feels about you. 
Your soft voice speaks his name.
Lip coming to you again, “Hey,” Lip’s kind eyes are on you, his touch now gentle as his heart aches. 
Eyes shaking as they meet him, glossing over as a tear slips down your cheek. But you struggle to get any words out.
“Just tell me what happened?” His hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears, “Please tell me.”
Gulping hard, your trembling body making the liquid in your mug move, hesitating as you say, “My dad."
“He got out?” 
“From where?” Debbie asks.
Lip groans, hate having to explain further, “Prison. Shut up.” Debbie rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed.
“Th-this morning.” The words feel like cotton balls in your mouth.
“He did this to you?” Standing up immediately, “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. Get the bat Ian.” He points towards his brother who instantly follows his orders.
The tears start flowing now, the snob leaking from your nose. Your body collapsing as the abuse of the night finally settles in causing you lose yourself.
“Lip.” Deb pulls Lip's attention back to you.
“She needs you right now buddy. You can beat the son-of-a-bitch up tomorrow.” Fiona patting his back before leaving the room.
And he knew Fiona was right. He didn't need to be this guy who beat the shit out of some low-life, that isn't going to make him a hero to you. Lip needs to be here for you now, comfort you, take care of you. Be the man that you need.
He realized why you came over to his house, looking for him at your darkest moment. Understanding that you and him can spend hours together without saying a word. Be closer, more intimate then sex with Karen will ever be. It was always going to be you, he was always going to pick you.
Wrapping his arms around you as you sob deeper against his chest, shushing as he rocks you, "I've got you." Kissing the top of your head. The instantly relief coating your body.
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remusluvr · 10 months
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illicit affairs | lip gallagher
summary: you and Lip are up late in the kitchen. content: female reader, insinuations of sex, unedited
"Starting to think you two are attached at the hip," Ian teases from his spot at the kitchen table.
It's late, nearly midnight, and you're not sure why you're still up. Actually, Lip's up which means you're up. Your arms are wrapped around his bicep as he makes you and himself something small to eat.
You send a glare over Ian's way and he laughs at you, "Not making fun of you, sweetheart."
It feels like he is. Lip huffs out what you think is supposed to be a laugh or maybe just acknowledgment of the conversation but he doesn't chime in. You tuck yourself further into him, laying your cheek against his arm.
"We'll go to bed in a minute," he promises, finishing up your food. He looks away from his task to press a kiss to your head, finger hooking underneath your chin to pull your gaze up to him. He smiles down at you, leaving a weak peck on your lips before his attention is away from you again.
"Thank you," you yawned. He hums in response, handing you over the snack he's made for you. Letting go of his arm, he frowns at you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His face presses into the comforting space between your neck and your shoulder. He can't help but leave a kiss there, sending goosebumps over your skin.
Ian bids his goodnights whilst mumbling something about the two of you being too lovey-dovey. You giggle when Lip spins you around, keeping you pressed between him and the counter behind you.
"You're very pretty," he mumbles, eyes trained on you. He backs away slightly, hands firmly holding your hips as he looks you up and down. Your face flushes underneath his watch and you draw your bottom lip into your mouth. "Nuh-uh, don't do that to me."
"I'm not doing anything," you whine, lips pushing out into a pout. He rolls his eyes, backing away from you with his hand thrown up by his chest. "What? No, come back."
"I don't know. If I come back, will you stop looking at me with those 'fuck-me' eyes?" he teases.
"Fine," you huff, turning your back towards him. Lip has to take a deep breath before he walks back over to you, hand moving around you to move your plate out of the way before the same hand is pressing on your lower back and bending you over the counter. "Did my 'fuck-me' eyes make you do this?"
"Shut up."
Maybe Ian was right, you two are attached at the hip.
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jesswriteswrongs · 7 months
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Black and Blue
Fandom: Shameless (US)
Characters: Lip Gallagher x Female Reader, Veronica, Fiona, Ian, Carl, Steve
Summary: reader turns up at the Gallaghers house freezing and broken
Warnings: mentions physical abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, medical talk
Inspired by Bruised by @theapangea
Minors DNI
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You ran, no idea where you were going, no time to grab a jacket, just running through the snowy night in nothing but your tank and underwear. You could barely focus, running and stumbling and running more, trying not to slip on the ice underfoot. Your feet were numb by the time you found yourself outside the Gallagher house, and the adrenaline that had got you there worn off. You gave two knocks, hoping they were loud enough, before slumping against the doorframe and willing the cold to take you over.
Inside the Gallagher house, Ian was watching a movie with Carl when there was a knock at the door.
“Hey Carl, did you hear that?” Ian asked his younger brother. Carl just shrugged.
“Hear what?” Ian frowned.
“I’m just gonna check the door, make sure nobody’s out there.” He reasoned, pausing the movie. He got up and opened the door to the empty street.
“Must’ve been the wind…” he muttered, before stepping back to close the door. Ian paled at the sight of you, covered in cuts and bruises, freezing to death in your underwear on the porch. “FIONA!” He shouted back into the house. There was a thundering on the stairs.
“What the fuck, Ian? I’m trying to…” Fiona’s voice trailed off. “Bring her inside.” Ian didn’t move. “Now, Ian!” Fiona shouted at him. The middle Gallagher bent down to pick you up, and you instinctively cowered away from him.
“Fi…” Fiona has already seen, and grabbed the thick blanket from the couch. She crouched beside you.
“Hi…” She said softly “look, I don’t know what’s happened, but what I do know is that you showed up at my house and if we don’t bring you inside you’re going to freeze to death. So, what we’re gonna do is we’re gonna wrap you in this blanket and Ian is going to bring you inside. He’s not going to touch you, just the blanket. Is that ok?” You nod slowly, barely hearing her as your brain was catching up with the events of the night. Fiona draped the blanket over you, and then there was an arm behind your back and another under your knees. Ian picked you up with ease and brought you inside the house, the warmth prickling against your skin.
“Carl, go next door and get V, tell her to bring her med kit.” Fiona barked, turning off the TV and clearing a spot on the sofa.
“Hey! I was watching that!” Carl protested.
“Bigger problems, Carl! You can watch the movie another time.” You barely registered this conversation as Ian gently put you down. Steve had appeared on the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.
“Ian, go and grab some of Lip’s clothes, sweats and a hoodie. Steve, I can see you on the stairs. Go put the kettle on the stove. Carl, V’s house, now. Everyone move!” The boys all went to do their respective jobs, Ian heading up the stairs, Carl grabbing his coat and Steve going to the kitchen. Fiona crouched down in front of you.
“It’s going to be ok, we’re gonna get you cleaned up and taken care of.” You nodded, still unable to process words to leave your mouth. Ian was the first back to the front room, clothes in hand. He put them on the arm of the couch so they were in easy reach, then went to the kitchen to “help” Steve. It was only another minute before Veronica entered the house.
“Ok, which Gallagher needs my help now, Fi?” Fiona stood up to greet her best friend.
“Not a Gallagher.” She sighed, leading V into the room. V saw you and immediately swore.
“Holy shit, Fiona! What the fuck happened here?”
“I don’t know,” Fiona said. “She’s a friend of Lip’s, showed up at the door a couple minutes ago and hasn’t said a word. She can hear and she’s reacting, fucking jumped out her skin when Ian tried to bring her inside, but I think she’s probably hypothermic.”
“Where d’she live?” Veronica asked, putting down her bag.
“117th.” Fiona supplied, running a hand through her hair.
“Fi, that’s a half hour walk from here.” V said.
“Yeah, I know.”
“In panties and a blanket?” Fiona bit her lip.
“Blanket’s ours.” Veronica swore again.
“That’s worse than I thought. I need a tub of warm water NOT HOT and some clean towels. Think you can get that for me?” Fiona nodded and went to get what was required. “Don’t you worry, Babygirl, we’re gonna get you all fixed up.” Veronica said to you. You didn’t respond.
Lip had been having a rough couple days, and had gone out for a few beers at the Alibi. He’d had a fight with his best friend about he didn’t even know what, but he knew it ended in her telling him to go fuck himself. He climbed the back stairs and opened the door into the kitchen, where he was greeted by Steve waiting for the kettle to whistle, Ian filling a plastic tub with water, and an air of intensity filling the house.
“What’s uh, what’s going on, guys?” Lip asked. Nobody responded. He moved further into the house and saw you sat on the sofa, Veronica in front of you, gently massaging your hands.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Lip asked, his voice low.
“Lip…” Fiona warned.
“What the FUCK is she doing here?!” Lip shouted. You flinched, pulling away from Veronica and curling yourself protectively into a ball.
“Phillip Gallagher!” Lip stopped. Fiona only called him Phillip in court. It was only then that he actually looked around. You were balled up on the couch with Veronica and a medical bag in front of you, Fiona had her phone in her hand with 911 already typed in, just then Steve came in with a steaming mug of tea, Ian following behind with a tub of water. Then he looked at you properly. The skin that wasn’t bruised or bloody was pale, your lips practically blue, and you were in your underwear. As he put the pieces together he wordlessly removed his boots and jacket, no longer caring about your fight, and sat on the couch.
“Hey, Bug,” Lip said gently “let’s get you nice and warm.” He pulled you in front of him, pressing his chest to your back in order to share his body heat. He coaxed your legs out, to allow Veronica to pour warm water over them, when he noticed something.
“V, stop a second.” He said
“Lip, time is of the essence here.” She replied
“I get that but just stop and look. She’s had sex tonight.”
“Are you really thinking about your dick right now, Gallagher?” Veronica was getting annoyed.
“Veronica!” He watched as the realisation slowly dawned on her.
“Fiona!” Veronica shouted. Fiona came into the room, phone pressed against her ear
“…yeah, she just turned up at my door, not said a thing and she’s fucking black and blue, Tony.” She put the receiver to her shoulder. “What?”
“Who was it, Bug?” Lip was asking. “Your brothers? Guys from school? Guys from a club?” You shook your head no on each of those. “Your dad?” You stilled, breathing becoming shallow. “Motherfucker… I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Lip clenched his teeth. He turned to Fiona.
“Her dad.” He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger then put his other forefinger through. Fiona’s face immediately set into anger and she put the phone back to her ear.
“Tony, you gotta go now…. Assault, yeah… physical… and sexual… if you don’t, I think Lip will and he can’t go to juvie… yeah, 117th, we’ve got her, just get him.” She clicked the phone off. “Tony’s on his way to find her dad-“
“I’ll go with him.” Lip interrupted, sitting up away from you slightly.
“Lip, I’m not having you in juvie. None of my kids have gone to prison and you’re not being the first. Plus… you’re the only person she’ll willingly let touch her, she wouldn’t even let Ian and we all know he’s not exactly a threat.” Fiona sighed. “You gotta stay here.”
“No, I gotta go and kill the bastard-“ As Lip spoke he moved himself from behind you towards Fiona. There was a rush of cool air as you felt his body heat leave you, and it was all just too much. You suddenly felt everything at once, and started sobbing. The room stopped. It was the most noise you had made since you turned up.
“She needs you here, Lip.” Fiona stated. Lip nodded mutely and sat back down. He put his arms around you, his chest once again pressed to your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“Shhhh, it’s ok, Bug. Everything is going to be ok. I’m here, you’re safe.” He soothed. You were shivering violently as the warmth was finally penetrating your skin. “Fi, can you go grab some clothes from my room?”
“One step ahead of ya.” Fiona pointed to the clothes on the couch. Lip nodded his thanks, and held out his hand to Veronica. She handed him a damp washcloth.
“Veronica and I are gonna clean you up, if that’s ok? Then we can get you dressed and warm. You’re staying here for now, you’re not going home.” You nodded your consent and Lip slowly started rubbing the washcloth over your skin. “Can we get her in the bath?” Lip asked Veronica “Would that be better?”
“I barely got her in the house.” Ian chimed in “but you’re welcome to try and get her upstairs.”
“A bath would be better…” Veronica thought aloud “is there hot water?” She looked to Ian and he nodded. “Go run a bath, again, warm not hot.” Ian nodded and headed towards the bathroom.
“We can get her in the bath and clean this blood and… other stuff off while she warms up, see what the situation is, patch her up.” He didn’t want to think about what had happened, if he did he was going to prison, so he focused on helping you instead. After a few minutes, you had calmed to the point of sniffling and Ian came downstairs “Bath’s ready.” Lip nodded
“You ready?” He asked you. “Can you walk or shall I pick you up?” You turned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Ok, I’ll take you.” He kissed your temple softly, then slid an arm under your knees.
Lip didn’t bother undressing you, not that he could have with the blood sticking to your tank, he just lowered you into the water. He pulled his own shirt off so as not to get it wet, and grabbed the plastic cup from the windowsill. He stayed quiet as he poured cupfuls of water over your shoulders, occasionally pulling at your shirt to loosen the fabric from your skin. The once clear water was a pale pink by the time Lip put the cup down. “Can I take your shirt off?” He asked. You hesitated. “I’m just gonna clean you up, check out your injuries.” You nodded, closing your eyes. He carefully lifted your shirt, pulling the back up over your head and then down your arms. He didn’t react to the gash across your back, or boot print on your kidney, he just picked up a washcloth and ran it gently over your skin.
“Can I wash the blood out of your hair?” He asked quietly. You nodded again, allowing Lip to wet and shampoo your hair, his strong fingers gently working the blood from your scalp. He tipped your head back to rinse the suds, the bath water tingeing a deeper shade of pink. Once your hair had been rinsed Lip stood up “I’ll just be a sec, ok?” He said gently “V, can you keep an eye?” Veronica nodded and headed into the bathroom, looking at the various injuries that he littering your torso. Lip headed downstairs and found Fiona in the kitchen, nursing a coffee.
“You want one?” She asked, holding up the pot “‘s gonna be a long night.” Lip shook his head and went over to hug her tightly. “Lip, you’re too strong to be crushing me like this!” She scolded, before she felt the damp spots on her shoulder. “Oh. Oh Lip…” Fiona hugged her little brother back, trying to remember the last time Lip had cried like that. She held him tightly for a few moments, one hand on his head and the other rubbing his back, while he cried over his best friend.
After a few minutes Lip pulled away, wiping his nose. “Sorry, I just…”
“You don’t need to apologise, Lip. We all have our moments.” Fiona said gently.
“I should, um… I should get back upstairs.” Fiona nodded and shooed him away, shoving the clothes at him. When Lip got back upstairs he found Veronica putting the last few stitches in your back, and grabbed a towel.
“Come on, let’s get you out.” He said gently, lifting you out of the water and on to the towel. He wrapped you up like you were as little as Liam. “You’re starting to warm up, Bug. Your lips aren’t blue anymore…” You noticed his eyes were rimmed red. “V, can you or someone go into my room, second drawer of the dresser at the back there’s a grey shirt. Can you grab it for me?” Veronica went and retrieved the item while Lip carefully dried the water off your skin.
“What so special about this shirt?” She asked
“Softest one I own.” He said, pulling it over your head. He continued to dress you in his clothes, before taking you to his room. Fiona had already left a brush and hairdryer on the bed, figuring Lip would need them. He started brushing your hair gently, blotting the water with a towel, before he turned the dryer on to a low setting. As he dried your hair you looked at the clock on his bedside table, telling you it was gone midnight. You had no idea what time you had left your own house, and immediately felt guilty about bothering the Gallaghers with your family problems. You should have just stayed, not made a fuss, gone to bed, hidden everything under your clothes at school tomorrow and pretended you fell if anyone asked. You and Lip were fighting, you just wanted him to try harder at school, get out of the shitty neighbourhood you both called home, but it had ended in you both screaming at each other, and you telling him to go fuck himself. The hairdryer switched off and Lip followed your eyes to the clock.
“Hey, Bug, no.” He crouched down in front of you. “I don’t care that it’s late, I don’t care that we had a fight. I care that you’re ok, I care that you came to me and you trusted me. Now, Fiona will be next door, you can sleep in here and I’m gonna take the couch.”
“Stay.” It was the first thing you had said all night, coming out quiet and raspy.
“O-ok. I can stay if you’re sure that’s what you want.” You nodded. “I just gotta grab some stuff from downstairs, then I’ll be back.”
Fiona was still drinking her coffee when Lip reentered the kitchen.
“How’s she doing?” Fiona asked. Lip leaned against the counter and lit a cigarette. He took a drag before handing it to Fiona.
“Well, she spoke, which is good. I told her I was sleeping on the couch and she asked me to stay, so I guess that’s what I’m doing. V had to sew up a cut across her back, she has a fucking boot print on one side, the other isn't even skin, it’s just a bruise, her shithead dad fucking raped her and she nearly killed herself getting here, so um… I’m just hoping she’s still in the house tomorrow morning.” Fiona squeezed his shoulder then handed back the cigarette.
“Take some tea up for her, it’ll help her warm up. It’s good you’re staying with her, cuz you gotta keep an eye on hypothermic afterdrop.”
“Hypothermic what?”
“I don’t know. V said something about core temperature dropping because of cold blood? Just… make sure she stays warm and breathing and has a heartbeat, and Lip?”
“Yeah?” He looked round at his big sister.
“Don’t sleep with her.” Lip opened his mouth to argue. “I know you won’t, but I’m just… reminding you, I guess. She might tell you she wants to, but she’s really vulnerable right now. Don’t take advantage of that.”
“I won’t.” Lip said quietly. “I couldn’t do that to her…” Fiona gave him a small smile and his shoulder another squeeze.
“Get some sleep. I’ll call school in the morning, tell them you’re sick.” Lip nodded tiredly and pulled out a mug, making a fresh cup of tea for you.
“Hey, Fi?” He called as she started to leave the kitchen.
“W’sup?” Fiona turned to look at him
“Thank you. For… everything.” Fiona went back over to Lip and kissed his cheek.
“I wasn’t gonna let her freeze.” She got to the door before calling out to him “Make sure you turn the lights off.”
“Will do.” Lip finished making your tea and took it upstairs, turning off lights and appliances as he went. You were sat against the headboard and he handed you the mug.
“It’s chamomile, it’ll help, promise.” You nodded, sipping at it as Lip put on sweats and a tshirt. He got into the bed next to you, pulling the comforter over you both and stroking your hair as you finished your tea. He took the mug from you and put it aside before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re safe now. Night, Bug.”
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randomoutsiders · 7 months
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Here's a very dirty thought about my baby lip gallagher... So he is teaching the virgin reader how to fuck so she can do it with someone she likes.
In the end, we get two whores with high libidos who do domestic things but claim they are not dating.
sTOOPPPP i fucking love this concept so much god bless
the energy drink on the bedside table goes half unconsumed when you lean over to place the drink atop its scratched surface, retracting only to roll over onto your back. your legs are balmy with sweat, still spread to reveal the wet pussy that lip was previously savaging with two crooked fingers and a tongue that could lap at your clit for hours. you've just managed to placate their tremblings, but you're still trying to catch your breath. "well, yeah. should feel like that," he huffs, drying off his soggy digits with a spare t-shirt in the corner of his bedroom.
you push up onto your elbows, blinking dopily at him. "that.. that feeling.. there," your eyes flit down to the mound between your legs that swollen and pulsing with red-hot heat. "are you sure that's normal?"
lip shrugs, kneeling his way back onto the mattress so he can flop down beside you, supporting the back of his head with a forearm behind it. "well, i don't know if it's the same feeling for you as it is for us, but i figure it is."
he reaches across his chest to fetch the pack of cigarettes on the opposite end of the bed, offering you one despite your frequent vehemence. he's all chubbed up, cock leaking a steady flow of precum that traces the journey of the thick vein that lines the length of it. "here, c'mere, kid," he grunts, the lighter clicking. "get between my legs."
eager to please, you obey, settling yourself between his thick thighs and bracing your weight on your forearms. "grab my dick, stupid," he snorts, inhaling a lungful of smog.
you obey, grappling the girth of him with enough fervor to have him hissing with discomfort. "okay, okay, easy," he chides through a coughing plume of smoke. "gentle, alright? you don't want to rip it off, do you?"
warmth paints your cheeks like acrylic on a canvas, and you're easing your grip on him. "alright, now, spit it your hand, yeah?" he commands, and you obey.
the immediate lubrication is astounding, and you're quick to learn, pumping at his shaft with inquiring eyes up at the male to assure his pleasure. "is that good?" you whisper under your breath, and he barely catches it, for he's too focused on not spilling over your hand like a pubescent boy just learning about porno mags.
he nods, suddenly at a loss of words. "just uh..." he's forced to clear the frog in his throat. "run your thumb over the head, just there, - oh shit," his head falls back, hips bucking into the sticky palm of your hand. "ease up on the grip again, babe, you're gonna make me fucking cum."
you're pouting, legs stilling in their kicking motion against the mattress. "but isn't that what you want? i mean- isn't that what guys want? to cum?"
his lips downturn momentarily before he's straightening them out in a pursed expression. "no yeah just uh..." another inhale. "drag it about it, alright? make 'em want it. works every time, i swear."
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gxtitobxby · 7 months
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what do you think of lip with an innocent!reader who’s curious about cigarettes? maybe at first he’d deny her, telling her that they aren’t healthy, but eventually he’d grab her jaw and gently blow smoke into her mouth so she gets a feel for the light buzz that comes from smoking.
hope you’re comfortable with this! <3
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"Don't even think about it."
Your half open mouth snaps closed. "I didn't even say anything!"
"Answer's still no."
"But—"
"Babe," he starts, blowing the smoke away from you before turning to look at where you sit on the other end of the couch. "This shit's bad for you, you know that."
"You're smoking them," you sulk.
He half smiles and puts the cigarette back between his lips. "Your point?"
You whine a little, scooching your way over to him to bury your face against his arm, nose practically in his armpit. "You're so mean sometimes."
"Sorry for caring about your lungs, I like your lungs."
"I love yours and you still smoke."
Lip sighs, tipping his head back and peering down at you, "stop being annoying, you're not smoking. You wouldn't even like it."
"You don't know that." You frown, lips pursed into a pout, "not even a taste?"
He sits there and assesses you for a moment, eyes unfazed lips pressed into a grim line. And then he's placing the cigarette back between his lips and taking a long drag, but before you can start whining again he grabs at your jaw, squishing your cheeks, and brings you closer until your noses touch. "Just breath it in."
It's hard not to kiss him and forget all about smoking—part of you think that's part of his plan—but you do your best to stay still and do exactly as he instructed.
It doesn't last though, because it doesn't take long before you're coughing right in his face.
Your nose burns, and your eyes are watering, and Lip is pushing your head away, whole palm covering your face, with a smug smile. "You like that?"
"No," you wheeze, pouty with disappointed. You rub your nose sadly, "that hurt."
"Hmm, if only someone had warned you you wouldn't like it," he stubs the cigarette in a cup. "Oh wait."
"Shut up," you hide back in his armpit and sulk even harder than before, "don't be mean while I'm incapacitated."
Lip laughs at you, rudely, but still wraps an arm around you to rub your back and grabs a glass of water from the side table next to him, holding it in front of your face. "Have some water, it'll go away soon."
Somehow you manage to still pout even as you're gulping the liquid down. "Will you listen to me next time?"
"Lip!" you groan, letting him take the empty glass before slumping down against him again.
He hums, pressing a soothing kiss to the top of your head, hand patting at your hip condescendingly. "My little baby."
"Lip!"
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what did doja cat say about big noses again ???
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voidpetrova · 7 months
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starving — lip gallagher x reader
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content warnings and genre: swearing, cunnilingus, face-sitting, nose-sitting, dirty talk, spanking — smut
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
synopsis: he's got the biggest, most appealing nose you've ever seen. all you wanna do it feel it inside you.
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lip gallagher loved eating you out—more than anything. he loved the sight of your pretty, sopping pussy catching the light in the rays of light that peaked through his bedroom curtains. he loved inhaling your sweet, intoxicating scent of arousal. he loved the glacé, delicious taste of your juices that flooded his tongue. most of all, he way your body trembled beneath his touch—how your thighs shook as he groped your ass, spreading your cunt apart to devour you the right way. or when he'd crawl in between your legs, legs shakily wrapped around his neck while you tugged at his locks. it was insatiable—he couldn't get enough of you.
on this particular day, you had chosen to do something different, something more vulnerable and compromising. he knew you loved his nose—the shape, the sheer volume and size—so when he called you into his room, you didn't know what to expect.
“i wanna try something with you,” you raised an eyebrow at his statement, curiosity awakening. “you've always had a thing for my nose, am i right?”
your cheeks flushed at the brutally honest question. of course, there wasn't a single gram of dishonesty in his inquiry—the both of you knew all too well what the answer was. you shrugged, almost casually. “i mean, yeah. you've got a pretty nose, lip.” he smirked at the answer, as if he was pleased with it.
“how would you feel about sitting on it?”
there was no rational way for you to react. the question made you shiver, his words shooting straight to your core. you scoffed, breaking into a nervous laugh. “that's ridiculous, lip.” he gave you a look, as if he was telling you he wasn't buying your act.
“is that how we're gonna play?” he fixed his posture, leaning forward as he straightened his back, sitting on the bed, just a few feet away from you. “gonna act like you don't want it as much as i do?” he could see right through your act, a malevolent smirk playing on his face. he analyzed the way your walls crumbled, the way you squeezed your thighs for an ounce of friction. he leaned back, propping his elbows against the back of his neck, using two fingers to motion you over.
while hesitant, you knew you couldn't resist him. his smile only widened when you crawled over to him, straddling his hips before pressing your lips to his. the world seemed to fade away as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even tighter against him. the softness of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, and you felt the heat between you intensify with each fleeting moment. as the kiss deepened, the world around you ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you lost in the enchantment of the moment.
“panties, babygirl,” he muttered under his breath. he licked a long stripe along your neck with his tongue. you let out a soft gasp as you obliged, hastily pulling down your shorts and panties, leaving your cunt bare as the cool air sent tingles down your spine. “just like that, keep going.” you followed his directions, tossing your panties aside.
you melted into his touch, bare cunt grinding against his clothed boner. he let out a soft grunt, hands gripping your ass, pulling your cheeks apart as he pressed you further into his boner. with a free hand, he tugged his shorts off, proceeding in nothing but his boxers.
“c'mere, baby,” he cooed, motioning you to position yourself above his face. you grew more shy by the second, but you listened to him, holding onto the headboard in order to hover above his face. “look at my girl, dripping all over my face already.” you whined, knowing there was some truth to his statement—you were wet and it was an understatement, slick dripping down your thighs, drops forming and threatening to spill onto his face.
lip was a dedicated boyfriend, and he knew just how to please you. that was precisely why he wasted no time, hands wrapped around the back of your thighs to slam you onto his face, your arousal practically drenching him. you moaned out his name, a string of curses passing your swollen lips as he went to work, tongue pushing past your cunt. he lapped at your juices, tongue wrapping around your clit as he gave it a few aggressive sucks. his tongue was way past your entrance, lapping at your tight walls, sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves. “lip, fuck—too fucking much,” your moans only encouraged him, your eyes locking as he swirled his tongue around. that wasn't the end, though. it was only the beginning.
when he grabbed onto your hips to lift you up, you were taken aback, but the shock didn't last long. he slammed you right onto his nose, hips holding you in place as he began to bounce you—up and down, up and down. your cries of ecstasy were like music to his ears, his nose acting as your own personal sex toy. it didn't go deep, but it pushed well past your entrance, the width caressing your inner walls. he brought you back up, nose pressing harshly into your clit as he inhaled your sweet slick, right before he began to bounce you once more.
“you like it, don't you? using my nose to get yourself off?” his words were hard to make out, but you understood him. at a certain point, you didn't need him doing all the work anymore—you found yourself bouncing willingly, your orgasm creeping up on you as he groped your ass, leaving definite bruises. “so good lip, 'm so close,” you cried out, your bounces growing quicker and more aggressive as you found yourself grinding onto his nose, loving the way it made you feel.
when he stuck his tongue out, the pleasure only doubled. the strong, wet muscle gave him leverage as much as it gave you pleasure—you swore you could see stars. you pushed harder against his face, his tongue caressing your outer bits while his nose did all the inside work. when you came, you did it was a sob, fingers grabbing onto his hair for dear life, pushing him even deeper into your wet cunt. he groaned from beneath you, lapping up all the wetness you had to offer him as you rode out your orgasm.
you were a fool for thinking this would be the last time.
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bloatedandalone04 · 8 months
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It Comes Back
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➪the one where you and lip are broken up (but not for long).
Warnings: swearing, shameless themes, mentions of alcohol, drinking, fake ass friends, angst, fluff, kissing (oh no), drunk reader, pet names.
Word Count: 3.4k
Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡
The pounding on the door never went away, despite Lip ignoring it for about five minutes now. If he didn’t do something about it soon, everyone in the house would wake up and he’d have a bigger problem to deal with. 
He sits up from his lying position and stands up from the couch, making his way towards the front door with an irritated look on his face. Swinging the door open, he was met with the annoyed faces of your friends, Daneel and Marissa. “Fucking finally,” Marissa muttered and it was then when Lip noticed your slouched form. Your arms were draped over your friends’ shoulders as you struggled to stand up properly. “Ever heard of opening a door?”
“I just did,” he replied and narrowed his eyes at the way they were both doing a piss poor job at keeping you upright. “What’s wrong with her?” He tried to hide his concern, but there was no denying that he was more than a bit worried at the state you were currently in.
“She can’t handle alcohol to save her life,” Daneel grunted as she pushed your arm off her. “That’s what’s wrong with her.”
Lip glared at her as he instinctively reached out to grab your wrist before you were sent stumbling back. “How much has she had to drink?” 
“Not a fucking clue,” Marissa laughed as she pushed you into the arms of your ex-boyfriend. “I lost count after her third beer.”
“Fuck,” he muttered as he held your nearly limp body against his chest with one hand. The other one reached up to brush away the messy strands of hair from your face, and his gaze softened at the sad expression you wore as you refused to meet his eyes. He looked back over at your friends and furrowed his brows when he saw that they were halfway down the stairs. “Hey, where the hell are you two going?”
“Back to the bar,” Daneel called back. “We just wanted to make sure Boozie over here got home safely.”
“Yeah, but this isn’t her house,” he pointed out, but his words didn’t seem to affect the two girls. 
“Right, you guys broke up, didn’t you?” Marissa laughed quietly and gave Daneel a shrug. “Maybe that’s why she was so depressed tonight.”
They both laughed at that before waving at Lip and walking down the street. 
“Fuck’s sake,” he muttered as he wrapped your arm around his shoulder and guided you inside. He sat you down on the couch where he previously was, before heading back towards the door and peeking out at the retreating forms of your friends. He scoffed and flipped them off before shutting the door loudly. He usually didn’t bother with locking it when it was just him and his family there, but since you were only a few feet away from him and drunk, he found himself twisting the lock. 
Back in the living room, Lip finds your shivering form still on the couch. He noticed the way your arms were wrapped around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself up, so he took it upon himself to grab a blanket from off a pile of magazines that was near the window. 
He draped it across your shoulders and watched as you gave him a drunken, grateful smile, before he sat down next to you. He tried not to think about the last time he was on the couch with you, back when the two of you broke up and you left the house in tears. It was hard to think that the time before that was when he had the house to himself for once and fucked you into the very cushions you were sitting on. 
Lip had to hold back a groan at the memory of it. You were drunk and very clearly upset, and he needed to be there for you, despite it being just over a week and a half since you broke up.
“Thanks,” you murmur softly as you bury yourself in the blanket. As you inhaled the scent that was the Gallagher’s, your brows furrowed and your eyes closed a bit more. “Wait, why am I here?”
Lip shook his head and leaned back on the couch, his elbow pressing into the armrest as he huffed, “Because your so called friends are fucking idiots,” he muttered and turned his head to look at you. “I’ve told you that before, I don’t know why you hang out with them.”
You refuse to meet his eyes as you give him a pathetic shrug. “Because they’re my friends,” you offer weakly and don’t have to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes. 
“Friends don’t pull the kind of shit that they just did,” he mumbled and desperately wanted to light a cigarette right now, but he didn’t want to leave you unattended. “Fuck, I mean…we’re fucking friends, and I wouldn’t do that to you. I wouldn’t leave you.”
Lip wasn’t actually sure where he stood with you. You were exes, sure, but friends? He had no clue if you were even friends at this point, but the whole relationship had originally started out as a friendship, so it wasn’t like you two couldn’t go back to that, no matter how much he hated the thought of just being your friend. 
“I was ruining their night,” you weakly tried defending your friends while also calling yourself out. 
Lip scoffed. “They told you that?”
You shake your head and inch closer to him, your body beginning to feel weak with fatigue. “They didn’t have to,” you mumbled. “I could tell I was being a wallflower, and they shouldn’t have to babysit me all night long just because I can’t get my shit together.”
He shook his head at your words. You were always one to defend the fucking idiots in your life, himself included whenever you stuck your neck out for him when you were still together. He tried to ignore the way you leaned even closer to him and was barely able to keep yourself upright. “They shouldn’t have invited you out in the first place when they knew you weren’t in the right state of mind to drink as much as you did,” he said, before quickly adding. “Which was fucking dumb, by the way. What were you thinking? You can barely handle one beer, let alone three.”
You look down at his lap, embarrassment washing over you at his tone. You felt like he was your parent and lecturing you about sticking to your limit when out at the bar, but he really wasn’t much better. “I was thinking about you,” you mutter and see his head turn to face you out of the corner of your eye. “I’m always thinking about you, and for one night, just one fucking night, I wanted to forget. I want to forget you.” 
Lip felt his heart deflate a bit at that, but he knew you were completely wasted, and he held onto that fact. There was no way you meant that, right? You had been together for nearly two years before calling it quits, and he’d hate to think he hurt you so much that you were beginning to regret getting with him in the first place. 
He wasn’t able to wallow in self pity for much longer, as you continued before he could even think about how to respond to that, “I still want you, still love you and I wish I never met you,” 
Your words caught him off guard, and he really wanted that cigarette now. 
He looked over at you and felt his shoulders tense up at the sad expression you wore. You weren’t making any sense, and he could only hope you would feel up to talk to him about this in the morning, when you were sober. 
For a minute, Lip let himself go back to when you were both so happy and together. He found himself getting lost in how it felt to be so close to you again, and how much he missed being around you, how much he missed you. “You should get some sleep, baby,” the name slipped past his lips before he could even stop himself, so used to calling you that, but you didn’t seem to mind as you just nodded. “You’re going to feel fucked up tomorrow.”
You closed your eyes and leaned towards him. He was about to stand up so you could lay down properly on the couch, but stopped when you blindly reached out to push him back down. When he is sitting down again, you wrap the blanket further around you before laying your head down on his thigh and using it as a pillow. 
Lip couldn’t move now even if he wanted to, and he really didn’t, as you fell asleep almost instantly. He sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair and glanced at the clock. The time read 2:35 in the morning, and he wondered just how much of this you would remember when you woke up in a few hours. 
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He woke up the next morning when Fiona had made her way down the stairs, her being the first of many Gallagher’s to wake up. He lifted his head up from where it had tilted back against the top of the couch sometime last night when he fell asleep, and groaned quietly at the stiff muscles in his neck.
As his older sister passed by the door frame, she stopped and backtracked when she caught sight of you with your head still resting on his thigh, and your arm draped over his knee. She furrowed her brows as she mouthed, “Are you back together?”
Lip shook his head and watched the glimmer of hope fade from her face as the sound of Ian bounding down the stairs was heard throughout the house. “Oh, shit,” he said in surprise when he, too, saw you on the couch. “Are you guys back together?” 
Fiona answered for her brother, “No, they’re not,” 
Ian looked confused as he asked, “Then why is she sleeping on you?”
“Her fuckhead friends dropped her off here last night,” Lip said and looked down at you, the movement making his neck ache but he didn’t mind it as he caught sight of the way your lashes fluttered against your cheek. “Apparently she ruined their fun by drinking too much.”
Fiona cringed as she grabbed a mug. “Poor girl,”
Debbie was next to walk down the stairs, and her loud morning voice was what woke you up. Lip’s thigh was sore as you slowly lifted your head from it, and he decided that he liked it when you fell asleep on his chest a lot better. 
Your eyes are barely open as you sit up and immediately cover your ears when Debbie notices you. “Is that Y/n?!” She asked excitedly and ran over to you. You had no time to process anything as she threw herself at you in an embrace. 
“Hi, Debs,” you mutter, clearly confused as you hardly return the hug before she pulls away. 
“Knock it off,” Lip says as he tugs his sister away from you, knowing that you weren’t at all a morning person and were probably refraining from going off on the kid for waking you up. 
“Yeah, Deb, lay off the sugar before bed,” Fiona says sternly as she hands you a mug. You take it from her and sip the coffee, grunting in disgust when you were met with a bitter taste. “Black coffee is the best way to reduce a hangover. Take it from me.” 
You slouch back against the couch as you hold the mug with both hands, still in the process of waking up. Glancing to your right, you notice Lip still sitting next to you. “What happened last night?” You ask as you try to recall how exactly you ended up on your ex-boyfriend’s couch. 
“You got drunk, like, really drunk, and Melissa and Danielle dropped you off here,”
“Melissa and Danielle?” You ask with a furrowed brow before realizing who he was talking about. “Oh, you mean Marissa and Daneel?”
“Same difference,” he muttered just as Carl came flying down the stairs in a mess of limbs. He reached the bottom and shot up when he walked by the couch. “Oh, hey, Y/n,” he greeted you as if your presence here was a normal thing, and up until almost two weeks ago, it was. 
You give him a half-assed wave before closing your eyes tightly and praying that you will survive the pounding in your head. 
Fiona must have felt bad for you as she quickly gathered up a few lunch foods before throwing them in a couple of disposable brown bags. “Okay, time to let the drunk girl rest,” she said and guided Ian, Debbie, Carl and Liam towards the front door. “Time to go to school. Lip, I take it you’re staying home to look after her?” She nodded at you and he waved her off as he stood up. 
“Yeah, yeah, I got her,” he said and walked into the kitchen. 
Soon, the house was empty except for you and Lip, and you cower further into the couch as you listen to him rummage around in the next room. After drinking half of the gross coffee, you felt well enough to sit up properly and shrug the blanket off of you, hating how it smelled like your ex. 
You place the mug on the coffee table just as he exits the kitchen with a plate in his hand. He sits next to you again, though a bit further away than before, and holds the plate out to you. “Toast?” You ask as you eye the food, ignoring the flutter in your heart at the fact that he had made you some form of breakfast, despite him not needing to. 
“With jam,” he corrected with a quick smile before it was gone and you were shaking your head. “It’s all we have.”
“Thank you,” you take the plate from him and lift the toast up to your mouth, taking the smallest bite possible out of it. 
“So,” he starts as you chew the lightly toasted piece of bread, hating that he knew your toast preferences so well. “Do you remember anything from last night?”
You put the toast back onto the plate and think about it for a second, before shaking your head. “Not really,” you answer and set the plate down on your lap. “Why? Did something happen?”
“Yeah,” he said, lifting his hand and massaging the stiffness out of the back of his neck. “Your scummy friends ditched you with me because you got drunk.”
You rolled your eyes and shove the plate back into his hands before grabbing the mug and standing up. “Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean they’re scummy,” you mutter and walk into the kitchen, finishing off the coffee and setting the mug down in the sink.
Lip scoffs as he bites into the toast he made for you. “No, them dropping you off at your ex-boyfriends house so they don’t have to keep an eye on you and to go get drunk makes them scummy,” he calls out to you and sets the half eaten toast on the plate, leaving it on the couch as he gets up to go after you. He finds you leaning against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest as you stare at him. 
You were still in the black dress you wore to the bar last night, and he was pretty sure that it was his favorite one, as he recalls complimenting you every time you wore it out with him. “They’re not so bad,” you say quietly, and Lip was about done with hearing you defend the people who abandoned you. 
“They’re the fucking worst,” he said, fed up. “I asked you this before, and even though you didn’t give me a decent answer then, I’m going to ask you again. Why the fuck do you continue to hang out with them?” 
You shrug pathetically as you avoid eye contact with him. “Because they’re all I have,”
Lip shakes his head at that, not happy with your answer at all as he leaned against the fridge across from where you were. “That’s bullshit,” he grunted. “You had me, you still have me. Why do you let them treat you like that? In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve always let people walk all over you. Then you get pissed off with me when I call you out on it. Why?”
“It was too much,” you mumble and shake your head, crossing your arms tighter. “It felt so right with you, too right. You made this fucked up place seem. You, Fi, fuck, even Carl. You guys are a real family who look out for each other. I never had that, never felt like I deserved it. You know where I came from and what my life was like before I met you. That’s what I deserve, not this. Not you.”
Lip had never heard such nonsense in all his life. He had never heard you talk like that about yourself, and he quickly decided he didn’t like it. “You think you deserve to go back to that life? To how things were before I took you away from all that shit? You don’t,” he crossed his own arms, mirroring your stance as you lifted your head to meet his eyes. “You’re smart, but you’re also fucking dumb if you think I’m going to allow you to go back to that part of your life.”
You tried not to let his words affect you, but you couldn’t ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at how much he still clearly cared for you. “It’s not up to you,”
“Damn it, Y/n,” he ran his hand through his hair, frustrated at you now. “Why can’t you see yourself in the way that everyone else does? Daneel or Danielle or whoever the fuck she is dosn’t give a shit about you, and you shouldn’t give a shit about her, either.”
You knew he was right, you knew that Daneel and Marissa were the definition of fake friends, but you didn’t have much experience around those who cared for you. Between your friends, parents and your siblings, none of them treated you like how Lip and his family did. Could you really be blamed for believing that you weren’t worthy of him? “They’re all I have-”
“They’re not, baby,” he slipped up and called you by the name once again, but didn’t bother correcting himself as he stepped forward and grabbed your right hand in both of his. “They’re not and you know it. You have me, and my own fucked up family. You have us. You and me.”
You felt shy suddenly as you asked, “Still?” He places your hand flat against his chest so you could feel the steady beat of his heart, something that calms you down as you clarify your question. “I still have you?” 
“Yes,’’ he answered and you don’t bother holding back a sigh of relief. “You still have me.”
“I’m sorry,” you nearly whispered, despite the two of you being the only ones in the house. “I missed you.”
“I missed you,” he said back, moving forward to press his forehead against yours. “Fuck, breaking up was the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.”
You hum in agreement as you bring your other hand up to rest against his chest while his reach down to grip your waist. “You regret it?”
“Are you kidding?” He scoffed before pressing a quick kiss to the skin of your neck. “I haven’t been able to sleep without you, that’s why I was on the couch last night before you even got here.”
Your face heats up at that, as well at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “Really?” 
Lip hummed as his forehead returned to yours. 
“Well,” you trailed off as you slid your hands up his chest and set them on the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. “We might have to do something about that. When was the last time you slept for more than a few hours?”
“When did we break up?”
“A week and a half ago,”
“About a week and a half ago,” he answered and you grinned for a second before he was closing the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours for the first time in nearly two weeks. 
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answer2jeff · 3 months
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thinking about lip gallagher with a girlfriend he's so serious about it's pathetic
lip gallagher, who kisses the insides of your arms because the softness of the skin is similar to your inner thighs
lip gallagher, who draws circles on your bare shoulders while you're asleep in his sheets
lip gallagher, who takes selfies with you whenever you ask, pressing kisses to your cheeks and temples and making funny faces into the camera
lip gallagher, who comes to your doorstep on late nights where he just 'needs you' and 'doesn't wanna talk about it'
lip gallagher, who watches you put your makeup on in your bathroom mirror
lip gallagher, who spends his lunch breaks at Patsy's outside, sharing cigarettes and laughs with you
lip gallagher, who 'accidentally' said 'i love you' in the middle of sex and started telling you morning and night when you said it back with no hesitation
lip gallagher, who loves when you kiss that little triangle tattoo on his chest
lip gallagher, who hates your shitty friends and hates when you complain about them just to find out you didn't stick up for yourself
lip gallagher, who hoped and prayed ian, his only other friend, would tolerate you
lip gallagher, who will never understand how you bounce back to each other so quickly after a nearly screaming match
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thebearer · 7 months
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How does lip respond to like a softer reader and he’s being his normal dick self one day when she brings him lunch at work or school and she’s just like 🥺 why are you being so mean to me when I’m just here to support you?
i feel like he'd do it out of pure just asshole almost defensiveness. you bring it to him while he's at work, and all the other guys are giving him so much shit about it. like they're just being assholes and he's used to it, knows they're just fucking with him, but it irritates him to no end.
"i brought you lunch!" you're all cheery and excited, it's in a brown paper bag- lip insists- but you always draw his name with a little heart. maybe stick a note inside telling him to have a good day and you loved him. secretly, he loves it. makes his heart soar. but he can't let the guys see that- let them think he was a softy.
"yeah, i fuckin' see that." lip huffs, pulling you by your elbow lightly to the break room, ignoring the snickers of the other men as he did. "i told you to just text me when you got here."
"i did, lip." you pout. you felt like you'd done something... wrong? like lip was angry at you. you'd just brought him the lunch he always forgot. "you didn't reply so i just-"
"-you just brought it in? couldn't wait?"
"why are you- why does that even matter?" you could feel your pitch rise in that shrill, the one that meant you we teetering on a fight.
lip cringed at the sound, hovering over you so the guys couldn't see your upset expression. "you know they're gonna bust my fuckin' balls when you do shit like this. they're-they're gonna fuck with me all day about this."
"about me bringing you your lunch?" your throat burned with an all too familiar heat that meant you were close to crying- to spilling right over.
lip could see it, see it in your eyes, in the wobble of your lips. he sucked in a breath, nerves shot and itching for a cigarette desperately. "baby," though the endearment was spoken with more of a grit to it than the normal coo. "i told you to text me and i'd come to the car-"
"-why are you mad at me right now?" you squeaked, voice bubbling up with a cry. "i just brought you your lunch, lip." then the tears come. the big tears that flood your water line before rolling down your cheeks, always making lip's heart break- even more so now because he was the asshole who made you cry.
lip shuttles you to the car, wrapped in his arm, hoping the guys wouldn't see you. wouldn't see the way he cooed at you, hushed gentle apologies and kisses on wet cheeks, sharing his sandwich with you sweetly.
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galaxysgal · 3 days
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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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theapangea · 10 months
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I actually posted about this but I thought a fun dynamic to play with for lip and his girlfriend would be lip and a non drinker. Shes like the designated driver caregiver and the gallaghers love her because after parties they all magically wake up in their beds and lip just really values her more than life, like hes so in love its insane
A million times yes to this!! I love the idea of soft!Lip. Hope you love it!!
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Soft 4 You
Lip Gallagher x reader
A/N: This is told from Lip's perspective which I think just lets us get into his head and how he feels about you. If you see any mistakes, no you didn't.
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Summer in the Southside means two things - sweating your ass off during the day and partying until you black out at night. For Lip, the getting drunk off of your ass was all part of the fun, especially when he knew you were around to make sure he got home safely. 
The events of last night quickly fade away as the sunshine peeks through the makeshift curtain pinned to the wall. The whipping sound from the fan turns into a high pitch ring causing Lip to groan. His heartbeat pounding right behind his eyes as the beginning of a headache settles in. 
The feeling of his brain wanting to burst out of his skull makes him grab his pillow, placing it over his face, half covering himself from the sun and the other half suggesting that maybe death is a better way to deal with this hangover. His arm stretches out to feel around the bed, but it's empty, the presence of you long gone on this painful morning, if you could still call it morning. 
Pushing on the pillow more, the pressure lightly helping with the deadly headache. Squeezing his eyes tighter as the image of you begins to form inside his eyelids. Your smile, your voice, your laughter dancing around Lip’s head, the only solace from the raging migraine.
He wants to live inside his mind forever. The memories playfully swirl through his head as a warm, fuzzy feeling brews inside his chest. His heart beats faster just by thinking of you, the way you brighten a room, how you carry yourself, selflessly putting others before you. Caring for his siblings as if they are your own, stepping up to take the responsibility of the household on your shoulders. 
Since Lip met you, he has promised himself that he will become a better man for you. Become the partner that you deserve, striving everyday to do so. Lip wants you to have the world, hoping one day he can be the one to give it to you. 
Lip is so helplessly in love with you that he definitely doesn’t mind the fall.
The cotton mouth is too much to handle as he just lays there in his own sweat. He thinks if he waits here long enough that at some point you will show up, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, fingers rubbing over his chest, your sweet scent engulfing his nose. But sadly he can’t wait that long.
Groaning as he lifts himself onto his elbows, blinking a couple of times as his surroundings become clear, the headache throbbing more with every move. His eyes trailing along the room before seeing the tall glass of water that sits on the dresser. Smacking his lips a couple of times as he wants nothing more than to drink something. 
Pushing himself up, a small puddle of sweat lay underneath as he scoots to the edge, the bedsheet sticking to his legs as he fumbles to stand up. Using the dresser as leverage so he doesn’t fall.
The faint hint of a smile appears as he comes face to face with the water and next to it, two Advil and a little note that says ‘take these’ signed with a heart in the corner and your initial. His heart skips a beat as his fingers trace over your delicate handwriting. Barely being able to think straight because of the hangover and now you got his mind racing a million miles an hour with your love. 
Quickly raking a hand through his hair before swallowing the pills and chugging the water. Closing his eyes to allow the medicine to relieve some of his pain, knowing it will take longer than a couple of seconds. 
Tripping over himself as he pulls on a pair of jeans. Leaving his room to wobble down the hallway and descend down the stairs to the kitchen. The sound of chatter and laughter fill Lip’s head, wishing the happy sounds weren’t causing his head to pound more. Finally stopping on the bottom step as he observes the scene in front of him. 
Deb’s and Carl’s laughter fill the small room as you are telling a funny story. Your voice erupts louder as the punchline comes, sending them into fits of laughter. Their faces tell how much they enjoy having you around, the way you bring a sort of calmness to the house. Turning it into a home.
The kitchen is a bit of a mess as the grand breakfast you made - pancakes, eggs, bacon - sits on top of the stove. The dining table is messy as Lip can tell you just finished eating. Taking your time with his siblings to bond with them and get to know them on a deeper level. 
He couldn’t love you any more than in this exact moment. Without you knowing he was around. 
Lip gets pulled from his thoughts when Ian comes racing down the stairs behind him, patting Lip on the shoulder while he passes by. Prompting you to turn towards them both, a huge smile forming on your face, the kind where your eyes grow smaller and your cheeks grow bigger.
And God did that damn smile light a fire inside of him that he will let burn forever.
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what did you think ??? thank you for reading !
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cloudy-em · 7 months
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Hey, hey, hey, how about Lip BEGGING a super shy and inexperienced reader to ride his face?
Like he would totally begging her
he would!! ugh lip loves giving oral
18+
MDNI
"C'mon, babe, please?" Lip whines, his dick straining against the confines of his jeans.
"But what if I hurt you?" Concern is written all over your features, brows furrowed and bottom lip jutting out. Lip runs his thumb over it, his fingers curling gently around your jaw.
"You won't hurt me, kid. Please? I'll make you feel so good," his voice is comforting, and his eyes staring into yours are reassuring. You consider it for a minute before replying.
"Okay, Lip, I'll um, I'll ride your face."
He's unable to contain himself, excitedly helping you strip and laying back on the bed, holding your hand.
"Alright, baby, just hover over my mouth and put your hands up there so you can balance," Lip instructs, gesturing to the headboard. You follow his instructions, taking a deep breath. He smacks your ass gently.
"Come closer babe, I can't reach you." You do as you're told, and before anything can register, Lip's hands are gripping your hips, pulling you towards his face and helping you to ride his face.
He pulls your hips forward slowly, and the gentle drag of your clit from his chin to the tip of his nose is delicious.
"Lip," you whine, worries about him melting away as his tongue darts out to lick around you.
You're grinding against him, his rough hands helping you steady yourself. You remove your hands from the headboard and your fingers are tangling in his curls, trying to pull him impossibly closer. His eyes are closed, tongue laying out flat for you to use like Lip's face is your own personal toy. Your pussy is absolutely gushing and your juices are flooding down his chin. Lip loves the feeling; loves to know just how good he makes you feel.
"Fuck, Lip, I'm gonna cum!" You tell him, and his hands guide you impossibly faster against his mouth. Your orgasm washes over you, cunt soaking. Your thighs are shaking slightly and you go to remove yourself from Lip's face, but his hands keep you in place.
"Gotta clean you up, babe," he mumbles, drunk on your pussy. He's holding you in places, every lick he gives you causing your hips to jut in overstimulation.
It was gonna be a long night.
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ohcaptains · 2 years
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learning in public
pairing. carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x female! reader
an. well. what can i say. white boy of the month :/ porn without plot :/ an absolute thirst post of epic proportions :/ the bear is tv at it’s finest and while this is literally filth, i cradle the show like a baby bird and give it sweet kisses. i dont know if anyone is going to read, but if you do, pls comment and reblog if u liked<3 (@ohcapfics​ for my latest fic updates) 
synopsis. you didn’t think he’d enjoy it that much. didn’t think he’d want more, too. 
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warnings. 18+ ONLY. you copy my shit, i’ll find out. female receiving oral and fingering, semi public sex, hair pulling, spit as lube and mentions of panic attacks. 
It’s not often that you find yourself with Carmen between your thighs, but when you do, you figure you should savour it.
Try to, anyway. Try to focus on the sounds, the smells – the sights. But it's difficult because it turns out that he’s incredibly good at it – something you hadn’t expected from your boss.
“Shit,” you breathe, as his tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot. He’s got you propped up on his dirty desk – made a space for you by shoving all of his paperwork onto the floor – then got to work getting your pants off.
He was fuelled by some kind of magnetic force, so fast that it gave you whiplash. Shoved the door closed, then checked in with you before he dragged your underwear down, mumbling something like fucking finally.
You tried to ignore that bit, as there is no God damn way that Carmen – your boss -- has a thing for you.
Right? Definitely not.
You’re both just trying to scratch an itch, even if, at first, this position felt incredibly one-sided. Now, though, you’re fairly certain he’s enjoying it just as much as you as he grabs one of your hands and pushes it into his dirty hair.
“Wherever you want me,” he mumbles against you.
He’s good where he is.
Pretty pink lips dragging across your slit, big nose bumping against your clit – you thought about his nose far too much. Chopping onions, thinking about his nose. Stirring a stock, thinking about his nose. Thinking about this – this: his knees on the floor and mouth between your legs.
His big, scarred, and tatted hands are keeping your thighs pushed apart, keeping your pussy exposed to him as he drags his tongue over your hole, sliding the flat of it over your clit before swirling it round in controlled, tight circles.
You jolt forward, gasping, trying to clamp your thighs together, but it’s no use. He’s got you locked open for him, locked and secure as you try to squirm from the obscene pressure.
“Jesus Christ, Carmen,” you whisper, scrunching your eyes closed. Wet heat builds across your groin and up your back, pussy clenching, and you try not to think about him fucking you against his desk. He hums against you, causing vibrations to echo through your belly.
“God,” you whimper, chewing on your bottom lip. Realistically, you can be as loud as you want – it’s midnight. Everybody is long gone, but his office is tiny. Any sound is doubled tenfold.
Carmen drags them out of you, though.
He laps at you, mouth wet and God, you can hear it. Hear him, too, when he darts his tongue over your clit and you sob, tightening your fingers around his hair, causing him to groan.
“'m sorry,” you whisper, thinking you hurt him, your tone pinched and twisted with desire. You don’t really mean it, but it’s no matter, as Carmen’s shaking his head, unintentionally dragging his tongue back and forth. The pressure makes you blind.
“Oh—fuck,” you whimper, arching your hips into it, begging for more. “There?” you hear him question. You’ve never responded so quickly. “Yeah, shit. Please.”
You feel Carmen smile, and he trails away from you. You have to look down – have to see him – and God, the sight sends you spiralling. Wet, swollen mouth – slick with you – and brilliant blue eyes bright and alive.
His cheeks are pink, and shit, his chin glistens with you, too.
He squints, smirks, and mumbles, “only cause you asked so nicely.” You breathe a quick smile, “I can be polite.” Carmen hums, “Sometimes.” “Mm-hm.” “When it means getting what you want.”
He’s joking, and it’s making this all the more real, makes you tighten your grip on his hair to get him to shut up, but all Carmen does is groan, smiling through it and chewing on his lip. “Mean,” he hums.   “Sometimes,” you copy.
There’s something wild in his eyes.
Something rooted deep, something you’ve wanted to dig out for a wild now. Carmen’s always been reserved. Hidden within himself, the truth of it spiralling out when you found him clutching his chest one time, trying to catch his breath.
Whoa, hey, breathe, breathe, you’d quickly ordered, and he’d looked at you in a panic – finally caught. 
You saw it, then. Saw it when you held his shoulders and made him breathe in deep, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Again and again. His big blue eyes were alive and trusting. He’s giving you them now, but it’s different. There’s the feeling of finality.
No going back now.
He gives your thigh a delicate, chaste kiss. He lingers there, eyes closed, just spreading his kisses over your inner thighs, inching closer to where you want him. 
You get lost in it. Zone out and it’s just him, his wet, puffy mouth, and your quiet breathing. It’s his knees scuffing the floor, your fingers loosening in his locks and the clock ticking over 12 am.
Could be the lunchtime rush right now, and you’d still be locked to this very spot.
His kisses are causing something tragic to build in your belly. They’re making you curl a hand around the edge of his desk as you watch him get closer and closer, until finally, his mouth brushes over your folds and he opens his eyes. Smiles.
Fucking smiles and buries his mouth into you again. This time, he savours it. Spreads his wide tongue over your slit, flat and deep, using just enough pressure that you whisper his name, pleading in his small office.
“Carmen,” you breathe, nearly a sob. He smiles, hums, and carries on moving at his leisurely pace. It’s slow and torturous like this. 
God damn exquisite, too, as he takes his time. Tastes you, pushes his nose into your cunt and tongues your hole, swirling and fluttering, all sloppy and wet -- causing your skin to heat, making you fidgety again.
You try to close your legs as your hips push into him, and it’s then that Carmen moves a hand, letting you clamp around him, but he tuts in disapproval, growls in annoyance, and uses his elbow to shove your thigh back before you see him spitting into his fingers, and you lose track of where his hand is going before you feel him push his middle finger inside of you, oh so slowly stretching you open.
You see stars. “Look at that,” he whispers in awe, “taking me so fucking well.”
You gasp, and the tail end twists into a moan when he goes knuckle deep, the sound of your pussy taking him filling the air. “Jesus Christ,” you whine, shaking your head, whispering, “Carmen, my fucking God,” and you hear him curse.
Hear him mumble, make me crazy, until he’s latching his mouth back onto your clit, sucking as he pulls his finger out and slowly pushes it back in, your slick and his spit coating him and dripping onto his desk.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” you pant, losing all composure, all grip you have on reality. He maintains his steady pace, but the feel of both his mouth and his fingers forces your muscles to clench, the coil snapping tight. 
Got your fingers locked onto his hair, keeping him there – not that he’s going to move.
God, no, Carmen’s into it.
Groaning into your cunt as if this is all for him. Nodding, then shaking his head side to side. It knocks you closer and makes you shove your hand over your mouth to stop from screaming.
You bite down on your knuckles, and your teeth indent your skin. Sob his name into your hand as you grind your pussy into his face, rolling your hips up, trying to chase some sort of friction, something, because shit, you’re dumb with it. Hands tingling, clenching so tight around his finger that Carmen grins, says, “can feel it, pretty girl,” and you love it so much that you have to say, “Shut up.”
You blanch.
Try to explain, “J-Just—” but Carmen’s not having it.
He glances up at you, and you go dizzy seeing him smiling between your thighs. “How can I be quiet, when you’re whimpering my name?” You pout and shake your head, stubborn to the very end, “I’m not—not w-whimpering.” Carmen smirks, “Maybe it’s me then.”
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe it is, as he sinks his finger in deeper, makes you stupid with his mouth, makes you dizzy and lightheaded and crazy as he speeds up, hits a pace that makes you choke and loose-limbed, makes you grip his hair and sob, “Ohgod, oh fuck, god, god, Carm, right – don’t fucking, please don’t stop,” and he doesn’t.
Keeps on swirling your clit around with his wet tongue, fucking you with his fingers and you clench tight, thighs clamping around his head and God, it hits you quickly -- rushes over you in one disastrous wave that makes you sob and moan his name.
You sob his name as you come over his face. 
Stutter your hips up and grind out your orgasm with no sort of care or decorum, lost all sense of restraint when he called you pretty, had said, can feel it pretty girl and you’d been so shocked and turned on that you had to stop it. 
Had to because there’s no way this can happen again.
No way.
When you come down, you slowly peel your cramping fingers away from his hair.
Carmen blinks up at you, lost in some sort of daze that he has to sit on the floor and lean back on his hands. You watch him catch his breath. Watch him, as you try and calm yourself down, too.
You’re oversensitive and lethargic, but somehow, you want more. He wipes your slick off of his mouth with the back of his tatted palm and looks at you with these big, waterlogged blue eyes.
You try and read him.
Wait for the inevitable awkward aura to seep in, but it never does as Carmen hoists himself off of the floor and saunters towards you. Never does, because he’s too busy brushing his knuckles under your chin and leaning down to kiss you. 
You taste yourself. Taste his spit and you, and God, you hold onto his chef whites for dear life. He drags his lips away and smiles softly, “Let’s get you home.”
You’re distracted.
Been a week and you’re still thinking about it. Chopping vegetables and it’s written all over your face, you know it. Try to ignore the nagging feeling by getting stuck into your work, but he’s at work. Expediting, in his office – the office – cooking, and the worst thing is that it doesn’t seem to be affecting him in the slightest. He’s his usual distressed self, and you’re sure you’re losing it for some entirely different reason.
So, you say Yes Chef and get on with it.
Put your head down. Only think about it when you’re in bed and you’ve got your hand in your underwear, trying to recreate the feeling from that night. Sobbing into your palm as you remember how much he liked it. 
How he basically begged for it, how he groaned when you tugged his hair and laughed when you chastised him.
You overestimate the amount of carrot you have left.
“Shit!” you hiss, dropping the knife onto the chopping board and holding your bleeding finger. “What is it?” Carmen calls. Of course, it has to be him. “It’s nothing.”
He’s already bounding across the kitchen.
There’s a worried look on his face when he sees you clutching your red finger. He takes your hands to get a look. You’re unaware of the throbbing – only feeling his warmth. 
“Shit, it’s deep,” he comments, flicking his eyes up to yours. It’s been a minute since he’s been this close, but he’s dragging you to the sink before you can savour it. 
He holds your hands as he washes the blood off, and holds you with a confident touch, but there’s tenderness there. He cups your hands and squints at your finger, and you silently let him manoeuvre you.
After inspecting every inch of your hand, Carmen concludes that “It’s not as deep as I thought.” Marcus peers over your shoulder.
“You got the steadiest hand in the kitchen, how’d that happen?” “Distracted,” you begrudgingly reply. Carmen catches your eyes. That something is back. “Let’s wrap it up.” “I can do it.” “I know – but I’m going to do it anyway.”
He's cleaned up his office.
You’re sitting on his desk again, and the familiarity isn’t lost on you, but Carmen seems to be none the wiser. “Stay still,” he orders, holding your wrist tight while he focuses on cleaning your finger. “Need to be more careful,” he mumbles. Rage floods through you. “Not everyone can be as stoic and emotionless as you.” “I’m not—” he quickly starts, before shutting up. He huffs and wraps your finger, waiting until the right words come to him.
After a beat, he catches your eye. “Wanna know why I cleaned this place up?” he asks, and you silently look at him. He gets closer, inches away from you as he whispers.
“Every time I looked at those papers, I imagined pushing them off to make room for you. It’s not that I’m not thinking about it, it’s just that if I do, I’ll become even crazier.” A small smile tugs at your lips, “Even more? I didn’t think that was possible.”
He shakes his head, and kisses your wrapped finger, “all done. Be careful with knives, they’re sharp and pointy.” “Thanks, I’ll remember that.”
But before you can leave, he tugs you back. Plants a quick, chaste kiss on your lips and whispers against your lips, “please wait for me, tonight.”
Wordlessly, but with a teasing smile, you pull away, but just as you leave the office, you yell an obedient, “yes chef.”
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randomoutsiders · 7 months
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could we get breeding link with lip? he’s cum in you twice already and you’re begging him for a break but he’s in a trance and physically can’t stop himself
he's gripping so tightly at your hips that white is starting to bleed into his knuckles, his curls, in their matted state, flopping down over his forehead. he's on the brink of collapse, his chest pressed firmly against your pinched shoulder blades, nose pressing into the bend of your shoulder. "jesus," he pants, and you can feel his hot breath fanning over the imprint of his teeth that he previously sunk into your shoulder. "the fucking sounds."
he's referring to the perpetuating squelch that echoes with each rough shove his cock inside your dripping cunt. there's a stain on the comforter below you from each heavy drop of his cum that seeps from your aching hole, which is spasming around the girth of him. "i can't.. i can't.." you trill, breathless, fingernails scraping fruitlessly against the cotton fabric below you. "can't do another one, lip, please.."
with another surge of adrenaline that surges through his veins, his hips pick up a foreign rhythm, the movement guided only by the whipping live wire that has been set loose in his abdomen. his quads ache with the sustained weight of the rest of his body, and they clench near-painfully when your cunt tightens around his dick.
his tongue trails a red-hot path over the back of your neck, the saliva left behind a prickling sensation that goes forgotten when he bites at your earlobe between his teeth. "tell me how much you want it." it's a near growl that reverberates from behind clenched teeth. "tell me how much you want my fucking cum."
it's as though someone has shoved their hand down your throat and twisted up your vocal cords into a messy knot, because every noise you wrestle out is a strangled one. that's further perpetuated when he slips his ring and marriage across your tongue and down your throat, kissing at your uvula until you're gagging viscerally. "oh, come on." he clucks, sounding disappointed. "i've taught you better than that, haven't i? relax, kid," he grouses, slowing down his pace so as to ease up the bruising force on your bottom. "i've got you, don't i?"
you're nodding, the action a cumbersome one with the fingers in your mouth. drool coats the digits before it's spilling from around them, dripping down your swollen lips and then down his wrist. your lips seal around them before your tongue starts lapping around the fingers, teeth grazing over the knuckles. "little brat," he spits, muscles seizing with an upcoming orgasm. "you take what i give you, alright?"
his cock is a bullying force against your g-spot, his lips mushing sloppily over your sweaty temple. you garble out another incoherent response, and he's grinning, teeth nipping at your exposed jaw. "yeah, baby. attagirl. just one more, okay? just need to fill up this pussy one more time."
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