#Lip Gallagher x Reader

[saltnsugarbear]

one of me is cute (but two, though?) (18+)

summary: aka Rocky's conception <3

title from: "Juno" by Sabrina Carpenter

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! prone boning, choking, bicep choking and biting, erm a little bit of alluded somno

side note: written for my beloved Olive!!! right up her alley, my Christmas present to she! and happy holidays to you guys <3

Lip doesn't mean to wake you.

And it's not his fault. You've been aware this day was coming since he told you. He took a fight outside of Chicago. It's a great opportunity.

It just means he's going to be gone for a couple of days.

Neither of you has really been without the other for more than a couple of days since you got together. He all but moved into your place as soon as you both started dating. He chipped in with rent, with groceries, with it all. Half his winnings for his family, half for you. He didn't need much, he was happy to give it all to you.

So it's safe to say you're all too aware when Lip gets out of bed.

You can't help the whine you let out at the loss of warmth, listening as Lip huffs from where he's finishing packing. You helped him get most of it done before getting... Distracted...

When you hear him shuffle within reach you stick your arm out, grabbing for him in the air. Lip's hand is quick to slide into yours and he's malleable as you drag him back onto the bed. You encourage him to lay on top of you, tugging him up your body.

He's easy to conform, wriggling his way on top of you. The side of his face rests against your head, winding his arms underneath you to hold you close to his chest. You can't help but wiggle your hips back against his, a subconscious action your body does with him this close to you.

You hear him groan above you, tugging your hips close. He huffs against your ear, "Mmm... Gotta go soon.. Can't, baby..."

He says this every time.. And every time.... He says it for show most of the time now, like a tease. Trying to trick you into whining and begging him to stay.

Lip is warm on top of you, hands moving to hold your hips tight as he grinds against your ass. You can feel his growing erection as he attempts to appease you but it's not enough.

"Lip.." You whine, bringing one of your hands to push at his. Trying to hook your thumb in your waistband and tug off your underwear.

"Baby, I don't know..." Lip mutters, groaning into your hair. "Don't think- Don't think I got time t-to fuck ya' proper.."

You groan at his words, pushing your hips back into him. Lip swears under his breath at your action, letting himself succumb to his more primal instincts and grinding into you.

"Jus' need a li'l bit.." You get out, managing to push around Lip's hand and tugging down your underwear with the best of your abilities. Lip grumbles in your hair as he lifts himself off you briefly, tugging your underwear off and tossing it to some corner.

He's back on you in a moment, sliding a hand around you and cupping your mound. You whine at the warmth of his palm, grinding down into his hand for some sense of pleasure.

"Look at ya..." Lip scoffs, dipping his fingers to collect your arousal from your core. It's embarrassing really, but you can't find it in yourself to care.

Just as you open your mouth to say something, Lip prods at your entrance with two of his fingers, slipping in with little resistance and starting a steady pace. In your half awake state it feels like heaven, bringing one of your hands to circle his wrist to ground yourself. The grinding of his hips against you forces yours to grind into his hand, whining at the sensation.

After a few minutes of this Lip slips his fingers out of you, making a noise of protest that's incoherent to your own ears. Lip gives you a quick kiss to the cheek before his weight is off you again. Surely he won't leave you like this?

"That's not what I meant by a little bit.." You complain, pushing yourself onto your forearms. Lip scoffs before you can look back at him.

"Y're so impatient.." He says, reaching over you to grab one of his pillows before lifting your hips and placing it under you. You inhale softly, eyes wide as you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

Lip is off the mattress, sliding his boxers off and leaving them on the floor before climbing back on the bed. His length resting against your ass makes you whine, grabbing your own pillow for grounding. Lip lowers his chest to your back, moving his hips back as he does so.

"Gotta make sure you remember me while I'm gone.." He whispers in your ear before pushing the head of his cock into your entrance. You can't the whine that leaves your lips as he pushes further into you, burying your face into the pillow while he burrows into you.

"Mm-mm.." Lip grunts, bringing a hand to grab at your chin, lifting your face out of the pillow. The tight grip on your jaw makes you groan, pushing back into his hips against your ass.

"Mhmm.." You groan at the angle and the feeling of Lip's length nudging deep inside of you. "Fuu-ck.."

"Yeah?" He asks you before pulling back and slamming his hips back into you. You can't muffle the squeal you let out with the way he has your head angled. Lip moves his hand from your jaw down to your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy.

It's not enough.

You whine at the dual sensation of lightheadedness and the way Lip is fucking into you. He moves his hand down to your clavicle, letting you babble his name incoherently. "Lip... More.."

"More?" He asks you, and you can picture the smug smirk on his face without seeing him.

"Mhmm," you groan, nodding quickly.

Lip huffs before you feel his weight against your back. The second sensation of his forearm wrapping around your throat drives you mad, making you gasp.

"Like this?" Lip chuckles as he picks up his pace, rutting into you in an animalistic way. You can't hold back the moans and whines slipping out of your mouth. You're going to get a noise complaint later...

You don't care. Not when Lip's bicep is in the perfect place for you to bite down on.

And you do, taking his arm in your mouth when you feel the telltale sign of your release. You know Lip knows too, by the way that he slows down to long, deep strokes.

You let go of his arm when your walls clench hard around his cock, hearing Lip grunt by your ear as you try and catch your breath.

Lip makes a few more noises next to your ear, always getting more vocal when he reached his own release. The feeling of him twitching as he grinds against you is enough to let you know how close he is.

It's a few rolls of his hips before you can feel the warmth of his release along your walls. The sound of his shallow thrusts are filthy, a mixture of both your releases slipping out with each movement. Lip loosens his arm, lettong his hand fall to grip gently at your shoulder and pressing soft kisses against your neck.

The way he sets your upper half down is gentle, letting your head rest against your pillow. Your head is hazy with afterglow, eyes fluttering shut as you breathe deeply. The feeling of Lip's mouth against your skin is soothing, coaxing you deeper into sleep. It's a duet between his lips and the way he's twitching and nudging inside you.

"Mmh.." you groan as you feel him start rocking against you again. "Y'gotta go..."

Lip hums softly next to your ear.

"Gotta fight... 'nd I gotta sleep b'fore work..." Your words have little fight as they're muttered into your pillow, nuzzling your face into the fabric. The idea of Lip fucking you to sleep makes your stomach flip, you're already half way there.

"I know... But just gotta- huh... Gotta keep y'filled while I'm gone.. Make sure t'clean up b'fore I go..." Lip drags his tongue over a spot along your shoulder.

"S'okay..." You mutter, mind fuzzy as you teeter on the edge of sleep. "Won't let it go t'waste..."

Lip groans into your skin, snapping his hips sharply into yours.

"Know you won't, baby.... Jus' gotta be sure..."

[catharticconsolation]

Christmas Bots:

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Lip Gallagher- sibling bonding- After everyone else forgot, Lip picks his little sibling up from school on the last day before winter break. (plat)

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Lip Gallagher- knitting- After taking up some hobbies at AA groups, Lip knits his partner some Christmas presents.

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Carl Gallagher- little baby- Gallaghers are used to looking after one another. That’s why you’re currently lice picking in your little brother’s hair while he rants about snowball fights on the block.

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Carmen Berzatto- merry little christmas- Carmy hasn’t had a happy Christmas in all his twenty nine years. But now, with your two babies under two, things are looking up.

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Caught in the Spotlight

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*A Thanksgiving to Remember*

Summary: At Thanksgiving, you enlisted Spencer to help you with your family's endless questions about your love life by pretending to be your boyfriend, and he agreed without hesitation. As the day unfolded, Spencer effortlessly charmed your family, and by the end of the evening, you realized your feelings for him had shifted into something deeper, realizing you were falling in love with him for real.

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*Written in the Margins*

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Remembering James

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Unknown Past / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 + epilogue

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*Forever and Always*

Summary: After years apart, the reader returns to Brooklyn and finds Bucky, now weighed down by guilt and regret, still haunted by his past as the Winter Soldier. Despite his internal struggles, their deep connection reignites, and the reader reaffirms their eternal promise to love him, helping him find healing and hope for a future together.

Ricochet / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Summary: Bucky and the reader's relationship starts off rocky, marked by tension, mistrust, and bickering, especially due to their shared past with Hydra. However, over time, their interactions soften as they begin to understand each other better, with moments of respect, mutual concern, and subtle attraction emerging amid their fiery exchanges.

*Home*

Summary: After a tough mission, the weight of guilt and personal struggles pushes you into isolation, until Bucky notices your pain and refuses to let you carry it alone. Through quiet support and unwavering presence, Bucky helps you confront your vulnerability, offering you a chance to heal and reminding you that you're worthy of love and peace.

*Unspoken Truths*

Summary: In the quiet early hours at Avengers Tower, you’re caught off guard when Bucky Barnes, unexpectedly complimenting your natural beauty, makes you question your insecurities. His sincere words begin to dissolve your self-doubt, leaving you feeling seen and appreciated, just as you are.

Fred Weasley

The Joke's on Us

Summary: Fred Weasley agrees to pretend to be Y/N's boyfriend to help her fend off the advances of an unwanted suitor, Adrian Pucey, only to find his own feelings for her growing stronger with each passing day. As their fake relationship deepens, Fred finally admits his love for Y/N, and to his delight, she feels the same, leading to a genuine romance that leaves Pucey behind.

Dancing on the Edge

Summary: Y/N, a Slytherin with a unique blend of independence and friendships across house lines, finds herself unexpectedly catching Fred Weasley’s attention during a celebratory Gryffindor party. After an eventful and embarrassing night involving too much Butterbeer and Firewhiskey, Fred comforts her while navigating her drunken confusion, ultimately revealing his genuine feelings for her.

Who's Your Friend?

Summary: When Y/N encounters a Ravenclaw boy named Luke, who informs her about their Muggle Studies project partnership, Fred becomes noticeably protective and jealous. Despite Fred’s dismissive attitude, his actions reveal his underlying feelings, while Y/N teases him about his jealousy as they walk back to their friends.

George Weasley

*Fighting For You*

Summary: Y/N has been secretly in love with George Weasley, but George continues to dismiss their closeness as nothing more than friendship, leaving her uncertain about his feelings. After a tense moment involving a date with Cormac McLaggen, George finally admits his love for her, and they share a kiss, leading to an extravagant public confession where he asks her to be his girlfriend.

In the Silence of the Night

Summary: In the dead of night, feeling overwhelmed by loneliness and pain, Y/N reaches out to George Weasley, who has always quietly supported her. Without hesitation, George arrives to offer comfort and protection, assuring her that she doesn't have to face her struggles alone, even as unspoken emotions simmer between them.

Draco Malfoy

The Spell Gone Awry

Summary: Draco Malfoy is unexpectedly vulnerable after a duel accident leaves you injured, leading to an unexpected bond between you two. As rumors swirl around your growing closeness, Draco reveals his feelings for you, culminating in a heartfelt confession at the Yule Ball.

Sebastian Sallow

The Party / Part 2

Summary: At a loud, uncomfortable party, you find solace when Sebastian Sallow rescues you from the chaos, leading you to a quiet, intimate moment in the Astronomy Tower where a kiss sparks a deeper connection between you two. Despite lingering ties to your boyfriend Garreth, the growing bond with Sebastian brings clarity, as you begin to realize where your heart truly belongs.

*Always on my Mind*

Summary: Sebastian and Y/N risk a late-night trip to the Restricted Section to find a book that could help cure Sebastian’s sister, Anne, deepening their bond amidst the tension of their secretive adventure. Their connection grows stronger over time, from comforting moments during Anne’s illness to a charged encounter where Sebastian confesses his feelings, revealing a shared desire to protect each other.

*Through the Frost*

Summary: In the biting cold of the Scottish Highlands, you and Sebastian venture into the Forbidden Forest to collect Fanged Geraniums for a Herbology project, braving both the elements and an Acromantula encounter. Amid the adventure, Sebastian’s protective gestures and the warmth of his jacket lead to a tender moment between the two of you, culminating in a soft, unexpected kiss that changes everything.

*The Ravenclaw and the Shadowed Slytherin*

Summary: During a late-night patrol at Hogwarts, you unexpectedly cross paths with Sebastian Sallow, the notorious Slytherin troublemaker, who leads you to a hidden, magical room to escape the noise of the castle. As you share a quiet, vulnerable moment, you begin to see a different side of Sebastian, realizing there's more to him than his rebellious exterior, and the tension between you both deepens, hinting at something unspoken.

*Worth Waiting For*

Summary: As the golden sunset bathes Feldcroft, you stand with Sebastian Sallow, both weighed down by past pain and unresolved emotions. In a moment of vulnerability, Sebastian confesses his fear of losing you, and you assure him that, despite the struggles, you will stay by his side, ready to face whatever comes together.

Lip Gallagher

A World Apart

Summary: You're not a part of Lip's world, you just don't understand how things work around the South Side. Lip constantly shows up to rescue you and keep you safe.

Just One Kiss

Summary: Lip Gallagher finds you on his porch late at night, vulnerable and seeking reassurance, leading to an emotional conversation about your relationship with someone who isn't treating you well. After sharing a kiss, Lip realizes he wants more, but is determined to wait until you're ready to choose happiness over guilt and uncertainty.

*What You Really Want*

Summary: Lip Gallagher spends days nervously watching you from across the street, unsure how to make the first move, until his sister Fiona pushes him to stop daydreaming and actually talk to you. When he finally gathers the courage to approach, the conversation flows naturally, and Lip realizes he might just get the chance he’s been hoping for.

*Let Me Walk You Home*

Summary: Late at night in Chicago, feeling overwhelmed and alone, you slip away from your friends, only to be followed by Lip Gallagher, who insists on walking you home despite your resistance. His quiet concern and refusal to let you be alone bring a rare sense of relief, reminding you that even in your brokenness, you're not entirely alone.

Out of His League

Summary: Lip Gallagher has always been rough around the edges, a South Side kid who’s used to scraping by and making do. His girlfriend? A glittering, graceful figure skater who seems like she’s walked straight out of a fairy tale. Their relationship makes people talk, but Lip doesn’t care—at least, that’s what he tells himself. As he struggles to prove he’s good enough for her, she has other ideas: she doesn’t want perfection; she just wants him.

[asuperconfusedgirl]

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[littlemsdelulu]

what did doja cat say about big noses again ???

[juuuulez]

📰 | first times.

you make lip work for it, and the first time you have sex he’s surprised by the intimacy.

like, lip is a fast and rough kinda guy. tammy said it herself: jabby (LOL!). when you first go out, like on an actual date, he’s confused when you won’t fuck him. why? you had fun, right? but you tell him not yet, you don’t wanna rush this, and it’s weird… lip spends the night debating whether or not a bone is really worth it, but eventually decides yeah: he wants this.

so the first time it actually happens, you’re slow with it, kissing over his face and neck while lip’s hands are pawing at your clothes. his rough hands pull at your buttons, your jeans, quickly trying to remove whatever fabric separates you. it ends with you, naked, on his lap. when you undress him, it’s slow, kissing a path over each inch of skin exposed.

“th’fuck taking you so long?” he’ll rasp, but doesn’t make a move to hurry you, despite how long he’s been waiting for this.

and you’ll smile against his skin, licking a long stripe up his sternum, lips sucking at the tattoo on his chest. he’ll grunt, hands squeezing your hips, but your gentle assault on his body continues.

“just wanna enjoy it,” you mumble, rewarding him with a firm grind against his clothed cock, “don’t you?”

he won’t respond, hands urging your movements into a steady rock, moving with lazy fever atop him. lip doesn’t have it in him to rush you, but you can feel his need under you, hard and strained in his jeans.

“you’re very pretty.” you’ll whisper into his neck, trailing kisses back up his neck, to his face. it renders him speechless, because what? pretty? instinctually, he wants to say that’s weird, he’s not pretty. but your cunt is bare and hot against the tent in his pants, and your lips are warm on his skin, plush and soft.

you pay his nose extra attention, gently licking the curve of it, before following the path of his cheek. your kisses trail back down, lingering just over his lips, and he feels just about breathless. his eyes are closed under the sheer pressure of intimacy, lashes casting a shadow on his face, so he can’t see your grin.

so you ride him slow and deep, hands wrapped around the back of his neck, lip’s forehead resting against your chest. his mouth is perpetually open in quiet grunts, his hands faltering at your hips, feeling that incessant need to go faster, harder, but knowing that’s not what you want. suddenly, he wants nothing more than to please you.

it’s different to anything he’s ever felt before, and you eventually relent, allowing lip to roll over and push you into the mattress. he’s gotten the hint by now, fallen into a soft rhythm, slow and steady and impossibly deep.

you know it’s a lot. that it’s different, that lip isn’t used to love like this. so you take it slow. well, as slow as you can, because you just want to show him all of the love you have, let him learn that it’s completely overflowing.

[theapangea]

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

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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Let me know what you think!! thank you for reading. I LOVE YOU!!!

[keehomania]

starving — lip gallagher x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, cunnilingus, face-sitting, nose-sitting, dirty talk, spanking — smut

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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.

[pumpkinpastiesandcoffee]

Princess - Lip Gallagher

Lip Gallagher x F! Reader 18+

Summary: Tony's little sister has a crush on Lip and Lip has fallen for her even if she seems like a princess. Words: 2400 Warnings: NSFW, Dry sex / Dry humping, alcohol, marijuana

~MDNI~

Y/n was Tony Markovich's little sister and she had the world's biggest crush on Phillip Gallagher. Lip hadn't always liked the girl, he found her too shy, always hiding in the background but the last few months, bumping into her as she leaves her brothers place to then hanging out together, he found himself falling for her. Walking sunshine would be his best description of her, followed closely by princess which she complains about although she secretly loves the nickname.  

Lip was apprehensive to start anything with Tony's little sister, the man might like Fiona and by extension Lip and his family, but he was still a cop and he'd seen how scary he could be towards her boyfriend Kyle a few years back so it was no surprise she'd been single since. Y/n however was afraid Lip just wasn't into her and had been too afraid to say anything, her anxiety keeping her feelings just below the surface. It was hard though, watching him with Karen then even harder when they stopped seeing each other because now she could feasibly tell him how she feels but still the words would stick in her throat.

Tonight, she sat huddled under a picnic blanket, staring at the small crackling fire as people around the makeshift circle laughed and chatted. She glanced up when a beer bottle entered her line of sight and smiled up at Lip who was offering her the drink. "Thanks Lip, looks like it was a fight for the cooler tonight" she mused, eyeing the small group of guys that were stood around said cooler yelling at each other. "Ah, worth the fight I recon" Lip had laughed as he sat down beside her and as she tugged the blanket tighter around herself. Getting a glare from her in response, "It's not my fault I dressed for summer in summer, only for the temperature to drop like it's fall".

Lip pulled out a joint, lighting it up and taking a long drag of it, watching the smoke he blows back out dissipate into the air. Turning slightly, he offered it to y/n before remembering she doesn't smoke, "sorry, I always forget, you're a princess" he scoffed, lips curled into a playful smirk. He often made fun of her for it but never with the intention of forcing her into it and up until now she had never shown an interest either, never seemed bothered by the teasing. However, to his surprise he felt her fingers brush over his hand as she moved to take it from him causing Lip to raise a brow in surprise.

"Y'know I'm joking right? It's fine you don't smoke" Lip was quick to reassure her as he turned to face her properly. "Yeah, I know. You'd never make me do anything I didn't want to Lip. I want to try it, just been afraid of getting caught by Tony and he's working tonight, so" she shrugged, blue eyes flicking up to meet his. "Plus, I know I'm safe with you for my first-time smoking weed so, if the offer stands?" Lip nodded, that familiar warm feeling settling in his chest which he was quick to wave off as the weed even though he knew better. He handed the joint to her, explaining how to smoke it then watching as she followed his instructions.

Y/n only held it in her lungs for a few seconds before the dry burn of her lungs had her coughing. Lip reached over, rubbing her back as he laughed at her, a shit eating grin on his face. “Cat got your lung?” Lip laughed again, only to get whacked in the chest by her hand causing him to cough. Y/n shot him daggers but her lips were quirked up, her features alight with amusement the way he loved and it made him smile and that warm feeling tighten.

It only took a few minutes for it to kick in, but when it did, y/n found herself entranced by the fire, the way it moved and the flames broke off and flicked up into the sky had her captivated. Lip however was captivated instead by her, the way her eyes watched the flames and reflected them and the little gasp when it made a particularly loud crackle. At one point y/n leant into Lip’s side, his arm moving to wrap around her while she spoke, “Does it always feel this peaceful?” Lip shook his head, squeezing her lightly, “Not always, depends on the person and how often they smoke.” Y/n made a small sound in reply before smiling up at him. “I think this is the first time in my life I actually feel calm, like I can talk without everything catching in my throat, I like it” her voice trailed off as her eyes returned to the fire.

She perked up as a new song came on, “Oh! Oh Lip, I love this song” she beamed, standing up and extending her hand to him, “dance with me?” Had it been anyone else he would’ve said no but he couldn’t, not to her and with that he placed his beer down and took her hand. Y/n wasn’t a good dancer, but her awkwardness was rather endearing to Lip as they danced to a few songs, laughing freely as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. Lip smiled, wrapping his own arms around her waist and hugged her back before lifting her up and spinning her around. She giggled, holding on tighter until he set her back down. Y/n expected the anxiety to bubble up as she looked up at him but instead found only the uninhibited desire to kiss him. One hand still holding his shoulder, the other moved to his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him, catching Lip off guard entirely. It took a second for him to kiss back but once he did, he never wanted to stop. It was a simple kiss, but they could both feel more, so when she pulled back, he pouted causing her to laugh.

“Walk me home?” she asked, a small smile on her lips. Lip nodded, “yeah, ‘course.” He took her hand and they headed for Tony’s house, although as they reached the foot path, the cool breeze had y/n shivering, curling into his arm. As much as he liked her being that close, he felt bad and quickly pulled away to shed his coat and wrap her in it, smiling when only her finger tips peeked through the sleeves. Taking her hand again, he was relieved when she leant back into him. As they reached the porch, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, smiling back at him, “coming?” Lip was quick to take her outstretched hand and follow her in. They walked upstairs and she pushed open one of the doors, he looked around her bedroom before looking back at her. She was kicking off her shoes and hopping onto her bed so he followed suit, coming to sit beside her, back against the wall and feet hanging off the other side of her bed while she sat facing him, legs tucked to the side.

Her fingers brushed his hand, pulling his eyes to her, “can I kiss you again?” Lip smiled, leaning forward and she was quick to meet him halfway. This time the kiss wasn’t unexpected and Lip made sure to make it a good one. His hands sat either side of her face, fingers curling into her hair as his tongue traced her bottom lip and without hesitation she opened her mouth for him, giving him complete control as she leant into him. Her hands grasped at his shoulders and Lip moved a hand to her waist, pulling her closer until she was sat, straddling his lap. The kissing only got more heated from there, Lip ran his hand on her waist under her top, loving the way she leaned into his touch. His hand moved to her back, tracing up and down her spine before returning to her waist.

Lip broke the kiss causing y/n to whine before he pressed his lips to her neck, hands moving to shove his jacket off her shoulders. She easily shrugged it off, letting the heavy fabric hit the floor as she focused on the way his teeth nipped her neck making her gasp. “Lip” her voice came out so softly it was barely audible but their proximity meant he heard her and he smiled against her throat, “Princess?” Her cheeks reddened at the teasing tone, her fingers carding through his hair, tugging at the short pieces at the back making him groan as he looked up to her. Both of his hands sat on her hips now and he gripped them tightly, pulling her forward, grinding her against the rough denim that wasn’t doing much to conceal how hard he was in that moment. She surprised herself with the moan that escaped her throat, cheeks now a deep shade of red as she looked down at him.

“Lip, I…” her voice trailed off and Lip stopped, eyes lifting to meet hers, brows knitting together, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to” She shook her head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before glancing down, “I want to, I really do but, you should know I’m, well I’m a virgin.” Lip felt bad, the way she whispered the word ‘virgin’ sounded like she was ashamed and his hand caught the side of her face, encouraging her to look at him, “It’s okay.” Now it was his turn for his voice to trail off as he sighed, “You’re still high though, we can’t… you’re first time should be sober.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you before I invited you up here, now we’re both, I’m sorry Lip!” y/n rambled, immediately afraid she’d ruined his night and was about to hop off when Lip grabbed her hip, shaking his head, “It’s okay, we can just, make-out if you want? Or not if you don’t want to.” She shifted her weight back to the centre of his lap to kiss him however the friction had them both groaning. She was quick to apologise again and Lip was just as quick to reassure her it was okay, pressing his lips to hers in hopes of returning to the make-out session.

Lip kept his hands to her back and waist, his lips on hers or the hickey he had started earlier. Y/n however was still well aware of just how turned on they both were and decided to roll her hips against him. Maybe it was the weed or maybe it was the desperation for some form of friction, either way, feeling Lip dig his fingers into her waist made her smile. It wasn’t until she did it a second time with a bit more force that Lip realised it was no longer an accident, he glanced up at her with a brow raised and she bit her lip, “Is this okay?” Lip was sure he should say no and stop her, he should be decent and tell her to go to bed, but his decency seemed to stop at sex. Grinding on one another though? That was fair game. So instead, he found himself pushing his hips hard up into her, watching with a smirk as she gasped.

Things devolved into desperation after that, both tipsy and high, they wanted to feel good and their hot kisses full of tongue and teeth were only adding fuel to the fires burning in them. Lip was now gripping y/n’s hips tightly, using them as leverage to drag her over his now painfully hard cock, grunting as he pressed his lips to the crook of her neck. Y/n was no better, the previous slow rolling of her hips was now faster and getting uneven like her breathing, the small whimpers and moans only pushing Lip closer to his own climax. “Fuck, princess, you sound so sweet” Lip groaned against her ear, kissing her temple then her lips. She had avoided speaking, knowing sentences weren’t going to be achievable right now but she stuttered nonetheless, “so close, Lip, so” her voice cut off with a particularly harsh thrust from Lip. “Lip, Lip please, Lip,” she whimpered, nails biting into his shoulders as she chanted his name. She came moments later, body tensing as she cried out his name while Lip kept her moving as until he came too, groaning against her chest.

Y/n began to come down from her high, head resting against his shoulder as she got her breathing back to normal. Lip held her tightly still, arms now wrapped around her waist and his head leant back against the window. They stayed like that for a while, both enjoying the euphoria and comfort within one another before finally y/n leant back, cheeks red as she looked at Lip. He was quick to kiss her before leaning back to meet her eyes, “you okay?” She nodded, “yeah, I’m okay. You?” Lip nodded, kissing her cheek softly. “It’s probably really silly but god I am so tired now” she whispered causing Lip to laugh. “No, it’s not, it’s pretty normal. I should get home anyway; let you get to bed” He smiled softly at her.

Nodding, y/n slipped herself off his lap, “Yeah, plus if Tony comes home to us in bed together, I think he’d kill you.” Lip laughed nervously, hopping off the bed and grabbing his jacket, holding it in front of his crotch in hopes he could hide the dark patch they’d both made. He leant across the bed, kissing her gently but with a depth that had her head spinning. “I’ll see you tomorrow princess” Lip smirked at her before heading out. Y/n sat on her bed wondering if she just imagined it all or if it was some crazy weed induced hallucination, however as her eyes flicked across the floor, she noticed Lip’s scarf on the floor and she went a grabbed it. With the scarf in hand, she curled up under her covers, bringing the scarf up to her nose and breathing in, smiling at the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer she knew it was real and found herself falling asleep to thought of seeing Lip again tomorrow.

[citrusandcyanide]

The pain is the worst when I open up my favorite tags and there has been no new fics. Please I’m begging

[answer2jeff]

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

[gallaghersgal]

BUNNY’S BIRTHDAY lip gallagher

WARNINGS & TAGS nsfw 18+. breeding, fem nicknames (mama, baby girl, bunny), oral (f), p in v, beefy buzzcut husband lip 🤩

AUTHOR’S NOTE couldn’t bake @carmybrainworms a birthday cake, settled for the next best thing. enjoy your treat!!

you wake up to an unnatural warmth between your legs. his short cropped hair tickles your inner thigh as waves of pleasure roll through your body. it’s enough to have you stretching softly and opening your eyes. 

lip looks up, his face previously nestled in the heat between your thighs. he lays a slow kiss on your clit while his gaze locks with yours. “g’mornin,” he mumbles into your pussy, tonguing your entrance in slow, sloppy licks. 

a low whine bubbles up from your chest before you gasp, the sound pitching higher when his thumb caresses your clit. “ohhh—mm,” you moan lowly, lips pursing together. 

you hear a chuckle from below you and one large hand starts to travel up from your hip. he caresses your stomach, brushes his knuckles over the supple skin of your chest, and rolls one nipple between his fingers. 

you can’t help the way your back arches off the bed, head thrown back with a string of breathless whimpers. your greedy sounds are silenced by two thick fingers curling into your mouth. “shh, shh,” he hushes against your lower belly, nipping your skin with no real face. “gotta stay quiet mama, babies ‘r sleepin’.”

when he disappears between your thighs you can’t help but stare. soft morning light filters in through the curtains, shining on his frecled shoulders. you scratch at his nape then tilt his head back to look at you as you mumble something around his fingers. 

“what ’s’it baby girl, huh?” he asks, making his way up to kiss your sternum. his thumb pulls at your bottom lip, smearing spit across your chin before sealing his lips to yours. your arousal is heady on his tounge, filling your senses as lip guides himself inside you. “atta girl bunny, that’s what y’needed.”

you raise your arms, linking them around his neck. his body cages you in from above but you don’t mind. his big frame above you as your thighs start to tremble. the thickness of him has you panting with every stroke, the arch in your back faltering as your body shakes. 

“feelin’ tired out, mama?” he asks, one arm already slipping under your back to life you back into the arch himself. one hand falls to the mattress to steady himself as he begins to thrust again. “‘ey, i asked you a question.”

you can only nod in response. his lips attach to your jaw and his teeth scrape your skin just barely. he mutters, “you’re gonna go back t’sleep full of me. that sound good, bunny?”

you’re barely coherent as you writhe under him, but you have the lucidity to shake your head, “b-babies have school,” you mumble, “gotta get ‘em—ah! oh fuck lip—g-gotta get ‘em up.”

lip only grins, fucking you harder to silence your protests. “took the day off, i’ll take care of the rest.” you seem satisfied with the answer, or possibly with the way his girth is stretching you full, and cease any form of protest.

your body goes limp, leaning back against his arm and clinging on to his torso. your freshly manicured nails—paid for none other than your generous husband—draw angry red lines down the smooth plane of his back. he doesn’t mind though, he never minds the pain with you. it’s grounding when things seem all too unreal.

“wan’ you to let go f’me,” he mutters against your cheek. his lips press gentle kisses to the skin there before he continues, “atta girl, cum for me.”

your vision darkens as the wave crashes over you. your eyes roll to the back of your head while lip muffles your cries with his own mouth. swollen lips drag against yours messily, spit smearing between you. neither of you care as the heat between you mounts.

he spills inside you with a deep grunt, the sound muffled against your neck. you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, spilling inside and squelching out obscenely as he fucks himself past his peak.

eventually he pulls out, placing a pillow under your hips before collapsing to lay against your chest. his lips brush the dark bruise that has blossomed on your skin, just to hear you sigh at the reminder. “happy birthday bunny,” he mutters, kissing the area again.

© gallaghersgal, 2024. dividers @cafekitsune, @kodaswrld

[skxllz]

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18+

“ tha’s a good girl... ” lip mumbled, pulling you closer by the plush of your thighs. a squeak rattled out of your throat as you felt your stomach drag down against the rumpled sheets, only to feel the warmth of your boyfriend's breath against your wet opening.

it was a rather cold night when you had awoken lip, complaining he was hoggin’ the blankets and you couldn't get warm at all because of not only how cold it was — but because of how selfish he was bein’. you tried over and over to wrap yourself in what was generously given to you, but it wasn't helping; instead, leaving you to only shiver more than you already were.

the tide of heat that gathered at your feet from being under the blanket was torturous since the rest of your body was cold — that's what made you fed up, deciding to shake a hand to lip's shoulder. only, it wasn't a smart idea, because he let out an irritated groan and threw the blanket your way; mumbling something along the lines of ‘ annoying as always ’.

it hurt your feelings. sometimes he could be mean, but gosh, all you tried doing was explaining to him that you were cold.

so, you rolled over, snuggling into the blanket, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes since you were upset he was being a jerk. he probably didn't mean to, probably was just tired, but it still was... hurtful.

your sniffles had woke him up though. and he didn't remember bein’ mean —he was half asleep when complaining��, but he rolled over still, to see what he could do to make it up to you.

you wouldn't budge, which is how you ended up in this situation.

lip at the foot of your bed, on his knees, your thighs on each side of his head with your knees balancing over his shoulders. you were turned onto your tummy, elbows dug into the mattress as your hands clutched a pillow to your face; blocking out the rosiness of your cheeks and the giveaway that you already forgave this man.

he had been eating away, slowly and sloppily at your cunt for nearly thirty minutes now and still wouldn't let up. you were tired, but of course the pleasure you felt wouldn't even let you think of sleeping. instead, encouraging you to whine and whither under lip's hold.

tongue lifting to lick a stripe from your clit to your hole, a breathy moan was tugged from your lips. it made the blonde-brunette grin slightly; closing his eyes, humming, and then mouthing entirely over your vulva.

your hips shifted in reply; shaking, bucking back. lip firmly grasped at the fat of your thighs to hold you in place, his fingertips digging into the plump flesh vigorously.

lips glided back, only to leave your gooey cunt with a pop; a trail of saliva following behind. he kissed it away — and then kissed again. and again. and again, until his tongue was delving into your hole and spreading your lower-valley apart. it ripped a sharp gasp from you.

your stomach tensed up and you whimpered, desperately, trying not to moan out, “ l-lip— ”

he hushed you with a thwack to your ass. you whined, and bucked back again. “ lip, please— ” another thwack!

back arching and chest kissing the mattress, you looked back with teary eyes, only to meet lip's own darkened ones. they were no longer their pretty light aquamarine, more of a darker shade; somehow a blend of blue and green. still, it was hot. he was hot.

as lip pulled back, squeezing the cheek of your ass, his lips released your clit he had moved to suck upon. “ quiet. ” his eyes narrowed, whispering in a hushed tone, “ do you want your parents to fucking hear us? ”

you shook your head, inhaling sharply, squeezing the pillow tighter. of course you didn't, but it was so hard to keep silent when it felt so fucking good!

“ ‘kay... ” lip hummed, never breaking eye contact with you as his finger moved over your clit, and then down; dipping between the lips of your pussy and rubbing gently. “ so be a good girl f’me and be quiet, alright? give you m’cock if you shut that pretty mouth of yours.. ”

that definitely shut you up.

[bouncybongfairy]

Hello! Could I request some dark smut with Lip? I can also be more specific if you'd like! No worries if you don't want to write it! Also I just found your blog and love your writing! 💕

Fucked Back Into Reality

Lip Gallagher x Fem Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Lip, hadn't talked to you in a couple of days. After having several conversations about this reoccuring problem, you decied to give him the cold shoulder. He reminds you why doing this is a riskey game.

Word Count: 2.0k+

TW: Rough Smut, Brat Kink, Masocism.

Ref Account: @kaionyx

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It’s a bitterly cold day in Chicago’s south side. The type of cold where everyone at school is more concerned about staying warm than fashion. You were walking to school, both your parents left for work before you woke up. The school was too close to home for bus services so walking was really the only option. After trying to get in touch with Lip for the past two days, you were now on strike from being nice to him. You weren’t ignorant, Lip had a lot going on at home which meant his undivided attention was rare. Sometimes you wished he would just shoot you a text like: hey super busy day, love you / shits been crazy, talk to you when i can. Having this conversation in the past, you weren’t going to bother having it again. It surprised you to see Lip sitting on the front steps of the school; early which he never was. You started walking up the steps, he stood up and flicked his cigarette bud into the snow. 

“Hey,” he said, you just looked at him and kept walking to your locker. 

“Oh come one, you’re ignoring me?” he asked, leaning up against the mental lockers as you emptied your things into the locker. 

“Seems familiar doesn’t it,” you say, referencing him not reaching out for the past couple days. 

“Yeah but mine was accidental not bratty,” he chuckled. Maybe it was because you haven't eaten or smoked that morning but that comment enraged you. Slamming your locker and walking toward first period, leaving him in the hall. 

Just your luck to have chemistry as the first class of the day. The teacher took 20 minutes to calm the class down. Kids play fighting with each other or flirting in the back of the room. Groups of students in their cliques, not paying any mind to the instructions given. You felt bad for the teacher, I'm sure she thought an education career would help so many teens. Only to be placed in one of the most poorly funded schools in the state. You didn’t feel too bad though, it only meant less work for you. Lip liked the fact that you cared about your grades, that you had a plan after highschool. As stupid as Lip was acting, you also liked how smart he was. You complained about it alot but you liked how he didn’t fall for your little tricks and games. He doesn’t chase you, or let you push him over. Most guys were just so emotionally unintelligent, not to mention Lip was more mature when it came to sex. The last couple guys you were with didn’t even talk while you fucked. Didn’t know what foreplay was or understand a woman's body. Lip had a really good understanding of when to be gentle or rough. When he would whisper things in your ear it always felt so natural and smooth. There were times when your stomach would randomly flip when thinking about the nasty things he’d told or done to you. Maybe part of the reason you had some animosity towards Lip was because you had been sexually frustrated. For the past couple weeks you felt like you were practically throwing yourself at him and he wasn’t in the mood. Of course you respected that, you just missed him was all; maybe a specific part of him. At lunch he came up to you from behind and hugged you. Still feeling quite stubborn, you allowed it but acted like you didn’t care. 

“You still mad?” he whispers into your ear which makes your skin break out with goosebumps. He slides his hands down from your waist to your hips.

“I know we haven’t talked but I’m here now, let’s ditch for the rest of the day,” he said, pressing his lips against your neck. As much as you wanted to give in and agree, you still wanted to make a point. Pushing his hands away, you grab your backpack and walk away without acknowledging him. If he wanted to brand you as a brat then you’d give him his money's worth. 

It was the last period, and everyone was waiting for the bell to ring. Some kids just left when they were ready and the teacher didn’t care. He just sat there, staring with cold dead eyes at his computer. Daren was consistently trying his best to spark conversation with you, all he talked about was how he ran track but he was trying his best. The heaters were blasting inside the school because it was snowing. The classroom windows were wet with condensation which made you feel sticky. Becoming overstimulated you decide to leave early, excusing yourself and walking out. Daren followed you into the hallway, 

“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to stay after school and watch me practice? Maybe I can take you out after, or something?” he asks. 

“Oh sorry I can't. I actually have a ton of homework so, maybe next time?” you say walking away, happy that you’re avoiding the rush of people flooding out the front gates. 

Normally Lip would walk you home but you didn’t see him. Your willpower that was fueling your grudge was weakening. Pulling your phone out of your pocket and seeing if he texted you; he didn’t. Looking back you were feeling silly about your actions because look where they led you. It was really cold, snow sticking to your hair and eyelashes. Once you finally got home, Lip was waiting on the porch which took you by surprise. You went to greet him, this is when you noticed he looked angry. He didn’t even say anything to you, even after opening the door and letting the both of you in. 

“How’s Daren?” he asks, once you both get to your bedroom. 

“What?” you asked confused. 

“Well you talked to him all last period and even after you left,” he said, sitting on your bed and lighting a cig. 

“Okay first of all, I only talk to him for like two seconds. He asked me to watch him practice and I said no,” you defend yourself. 

“That’s two seconds more than you talked to me today,” he remarked. 

“Lip that’s not even fair,” you say, which made him smirk and shake his head as he took a drag. 

“Do you even hear yourself? ‘tHat’s nOt fAiR’ whining like a baby who didn’t get their way. Why were you so offended that I called you a brat even though you’re acting just like one,” he said.

“What are you trying to scare me?” you ask while laughing.

“Trying?” he asked rhetorically. 

You rolled your eyes and started to change into comfortable clothes. While you were only in your bra and underwear, Lip came behind you and ripped the lace material of the panties. You gasp and go to turn around but he presses you against the closet door. Intertwining his hand into your hair, gripping it so tight strands of hair were being pulled out. His dick was extremely hard and feeling it pressed against your ass immediately excited you. Moving your head slightly so he can start kissing and biting your neck. His breathing was hard and with his chest pressed against your back, you could feel his heartbeat. As he marked your neck, whimpers and moans were escaping your mouth. 

“Since you were feeling so brave today let’s hope you keep that energy,” he growled into your ear. 

“You gonna try and teach me a lesson?” you asked with a patronizing tone.

He chuckled and led you to the bed by your hair. Your heart was racing, your sexlife was by no means bland however, this was the first time he was this rough. It felt like the two of you were breaking the rules or something. Like discovering new and daunting territories. He reached his hand down and started feeling you through the hole in your panties he made. He let out a moan once he felt how wet you were. 

“You are such a fucking slut, good to know being put in your place is all it takes for you to soak your panties,” he said, letting go of your hair. 

He sat up onto his knees, instead of fully stripping his clothes, he just pulled his dick out of his zipper. Rubbing the tip against your pussy. Your chest was pressed against the mattress but your ass was pressed against his shaft. You start to rock your hips back and forth against him but he starts spanking his hands against your ass. The pain was so bad it burned, you thought he’d stop after a couple times but he kept going. Wanting to show you were handling the smacks, you try your best to take them without complaint. He was unrelenting and you finally begin to squirm away, which seemed to humor him,

“The more you fight and squirm, the more I wanna fuck you,” he said, running his nails down your now bright red ass. 

“Fuck just do it already then,” you whine, in response he spits at your face. 

“Cum slut’s don’t speak unless spoken to,” he said, pushing himself into your twitching and leaking pussy.

The feeling was enough to make your eyes roll back. After weeks of Lip blue-balling you, the sensation of being filled by him was pure bliss. He was going at a painfully slow rate, pulling himself fully in and out of you after every thrust. As pleasurable as it was, you’d do anything to get him to speed up. Unable to rock your own hips, you kick your feet a little in protest. This made him laugh and slow down even further. He grabbed your wrists and pressed them against your lower back, taking full control of your body. You were dripping down both thighs and tears pooled in your eyes. You were at your limit with his teasing, tightly clenching around him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back, feeling too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Tears had stained your cheeks and your hair was in complete disarray from being yanked and pulled. He crawled on top of you and started pushing his tip in and out. You were bucking your hips up, tears coming back as he teased relentlessly. 

“You’re sensitive here? Perfect spot to abuse huh?” he asked sarcastically, using one hand to smack his cock against your pussy.

In your own little world, trying to cum with what little friction he was giving you. He finally stops and instead wraps his hands around your neck. Then starts pounding into you, slowly tightening his grip over time. You were feeling dizzy and foggy, letting out a moan every time his length fully pressed into you. He was grunting and groaning, a couple beads of sweat dropping onto the bed from how much he was exerting himself. The closer you got to your orgasm the tighter his grip on your throat became. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. He seemed to be hummored by this and started to mock you. 

“Can’t breathe? Good,” he chuckled. 

The mixture of degradation and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to send you over the edge. Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. He was chasing his own climax, seeing and feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. Rutting into you with no regard for you, as if you were nothing but a toy for him. Seeing how he turned you into such a slutty mess made him feel feral. It wasn’t until he was fully finished that he removed his hands from your neck. After a small coughing fit, you began to come too. Lip was already up, using his shirt to clean you up. Pulling your hair out of your face and into a messy bun. You were half dead, completely exhausted and worn down. He laid down next to you, rubbing your back and whispering affirmations into your ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to be as close to him as you could. 

“I’m glad I could fuck the attitude out of you,” he said, as you fell asleep.

[starboye]

Toxic Lip Gallagher comes home super late, drunk and high. He clumsily climbs atop your sleeping form and slides his thick cock into your boy pussy.

this drunk asshole stumbling through your house after staying out all night drinking and smoking, tripping into your bed and sniffing at your nice scent, you smelled so wet after showering and getting ready for bed that he couldn't resist

he slowly slipped off your pajama pants and pulled down his pants, his eyes locked to you peacefully sleeping figure as he slid into you warm cunt, making you writhe in your sleep

"s'okay baby"

he kissed and bit at your neck as his hips loved in and out of you lazily, loving every part of you more and more and his cock sunk into your warmth inch by inch over and over till he was going harder and harder

right up until he was filling plowing I to you, jolting you up out of your sleep as you felt yourself cum around his cock, soaking the bed sheets under you and his shaft

"what the fuck lip"

"please just a lil more"

[prozacwhorehouse]

me when tumblr writers actually have lives and aren’t cranking out works every second every day to keep me fed