#i have another one of these about him and his fucking lemon dish soap shampoo bs

[gallaghersgal]

hi same anon again. im feral now actually, thank you. fluff so good im flushed fr 🙏

something about vulnerability and soft intimacy with lip makes me go crazy. like running a hand through his hair late at night and just feeling him lean into the affection or sleeping next to him and even in his subconscious he HAS to be holding you in some way, even if it's just a hand cupping your thigh or something small like omggg i love him so much 😔😔

hehe yesss of course 🤭 mkip is everything to me esp their gentle friendly intimacy cause it’s like “we used to share a bed at four years old so why not now” except they’re 18 and totally not in love with each other… nope no sir

that actually reminded me. i have a soft intimacy blurb in my notes app that i wrote for … sonia? olive? idk we were discussing this in dms but anyways. here’s some more lip content i wrote but never posted ⬇️⬇️

you’re sitting with your back to the wall on your bed when lip sneaks in your window and you give a little amused laugh. you scoot up towards the edge, fingers reaching towards his hips before you wrinkle your nose up. “smell like cigs,” you complain, and lip can’t help but ruffle your hair.

he scoffs, “y’re a prissy little thing, aren’t you?” but the question is followed by his arms reaching behind his head, fabric of his black tee lifting to reveal the v of his hips, his abs, and his happy trail. one hand cradles the back of your head to draw you in towards his stomach.

you press your cheek there then sniff again and a discontent whine vibrates against his bare torso. fingers pick gently at his belt, “these too,” you pout. “still smell like smoke. don’ want it in my sheets.”

lip can’t help but laugh at you, stepping back to undo his belt and push his shorts down past his hips, leaving your boyfriend in nothing but socks and a pair of plaid boxers. a playful shove has you laid on the mattress and he swings one leg over your hips as he crawls into bed, straddling you. greedy lips mush to your cheek as he murmurs, “this better? hm?”