#mandy x reader x lip

[mouseymilkovich]

mousetober 2024 🎃

Oct. 31 — costume party with mlw Gallavich (Lip & Mandy)! — day 16/16 — happy Halloween! 🧡 | divider by strangergraphics

content tags: smut BTC, fem reader, domme Mandy, kinda subby Lip, mentions of drinking, mommy kink, unprotected riding, face sitting, lil bit of orgasm denial

Your first Halloween as a throuple was quickly approaching, and you were going to attend a costume party with Lip and Mandy.

Mandy thought it'd be funny if she dressed as Hugh Hefner while you and Lip dressed as Playboy Bunnies, which you eagerly agreed to. Lip was a little bit less enthusiastic, but you and Mandy begged, telling him he'd look sooooooo cute.

"I feel like a jackass," Lip muttered as you set up your phone for a picture.

"You look so good," Mandy grinned, fixing the bunny ears on his head. "Besides, I clearly make a better Hefner than you."

"Yeah!" You agreed as you came to their sides.

The three of you posed for a few pictures, before continuing your conversation.

"What makes you think I wouldn't be a good Hef, huh?" Lip grumbled.

"Mandy's obviously the pussy master," You smirked, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend's waist.

Lip cracked a smile, rolling his eyes. "Y're lucky you're both cute, yknow that, right?"

You and Mandy exchanged a glance, then both smiled at him, each of your expressions dripping with feigned innocence.

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The costume party you'd gone to was some frat party on Lip's college campus— apparently many if his peers didn't believe he had two girlfriends. Lo and behold, here you both were. Needless to say, Lip's fellow students all passed around celebratory drinks.

It didn't take very long for you, Mandy, and Lip to all be tipsy. And you found yourselves in an empty bedroom upstairs.

You smiled as you stumbled over to the bed, laughing happily. "Yay, alone time!"

"You're such a fuckin' lightweight," Lip laughed as he crashed down beside you.

Mandy loomed over both of you with a mischievous grin. "The two'f you've been such good bunnies tonight. How about Hef gives you a little treat while we're alone?"

Both your and Lip's eyes lit up as Mandy suggested giving you a treat. You knew what kind of treat she meant.

"What do we say, bunnies?" Mandy hummed, looking at both of you expectantly.

"Yes please, mommy," Lip mumbled, suddenly entranced by Mandy's dominant side taking over.

You giggled a little as a smirk graced Mandy's lips.

"Good boy. Now, mommy's gonna ride you while her other bunny sits on your face to keep you quiet," Mandy told Lip, her hands spreading over his shoulders as she laid him back on the bed beneath you both. "How's that sound?"

Lip opened his mouth to speak, but a strangled moan came from him instead as Mandy began to palm him over his shorts.

"He sounds so cute," You chimed. "Are you sure you want me to shut him up?"

"You make pretty noises too, sweet thing," Mandy grinned.

Mandy rid herself of the booty shorts beneath her robe, and Lip of his bottoms which consisted of shorts, fishnets, and briefs. You also stripped off your slutty little bodysuit, figuring Lip could just maneuver around your thong and fishnets.

As you and Mandy both positioned yourselves, you felt Lip's arms hooked around your thighs, him pulling you down, and his tongue delving at you like you were the most delicious treat of the night.

You felt him moan into your cunt as Mandy sank down onto his cock, which in turn caused you to moan, especially as you watched.

"That's it, fuuuck, my good little bunnies," Mandy groaned, her eyes fluttering in delight. "Lip, baby, I'm glad you wanted to bring us to one of these dumbass frat parties."

"Me too," You agreed between moans, Lip's own noises muffled by your pussy.

"How many times do you wanna cum before I let him cum, bunny?" Mandy asked you with a little smirk.

"I-I dunno," You mumbled as you felt yourself growing close to your first, just from Lip's tongue going at you right now.

"I think a few times, at least," Mandy hummed. "Hear that, baby boy? No cumming til mommy says."

Lip pulled away for you for just a second, just to mutter the words, "Yes, mommy."

Safe to say, Mandy's costume idea and Lip bringing you to the party was a huge success.

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more mousetober

happy halloween, my spooky mouselings!

[cloudy-em]

Hi, that's me again😅

So... my other idea for Lip is: (again with relatively shy reader, because I love the thrope a lot) the reader and Lip are already in a relationship, one day someone teases her a little too much on the sexual theme (they haven't had sex yet so she's a bit insecure about it) he notices, he defends her, and once they're alone he starts to joke around, teases her in a sweet way, to make her feel more comfortable to talk about it. (She is not a virgin, she's just not that experienced)

Hope you like this one, if not. It's okay, I promise😂

another great idea! <3

personally i don't celebrate thanksgiving but i remember an episode from one of the earlier seasons of them doing a thanksgiving meal which is very convenient for this so it's loosely based on that

warnings: sexual comments, innuendos, Mickey's kinda being an ass but his comments aren't ill-intended

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The Gallagher household was bustling with activity. Fiona and V were in the kitchen, finishing up some last minute food preparations while Kevin was entertaining Carl and some of his friends in the yard with games. Ian was fixing drinks for everyone, desperately trying to find Debbie to figure out what she wanted (she was in her room, Mandy braiding her hair for her so she could impress Little Hank). Lip was finishing up a project for some sophomore who'd offered to pay him $100, and Liam was sitting patiently in his high chair. Y/N did her best to help out by setting the table, ensuring there were enough chairs and that everyone had all the proper utensils.

Mickey walked in the front door, beer in hand and flopped down, watching as Y/N reached across to the other side of the table to put a fork next to the plate. Mickey whistled like a boy in a 60s tv show.

"Damn, I bet you're used to that position," he quipped, taking another swig or his beer. Y/N looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows.

Mickey shrugged. "You know, cause I'm sure Philip bends you over pretty often." Y/N realized his implications, blushing and looking away. Mickey laughed, much more comfortable on the subject of sex than she was. "I'm sure Fiona's had to schedule time out of the house with the rest of the kids just to give you two some 'alone time'!"

Y/N grew increasingly uncomfortable. She wasn't a virgin or a puritan, but she and Lip hadn't had sex yet. They hadn't had a conversation about it or anything, but she wanted to wait a while and Lip had never brought it up with her.

Mickey laughed, "Look, kid, don't have to hide anything, we've all walked in on Lip with one of his hookups before." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Besides, it's always the shy one's who are the kinkiest!"

Y/N looked away, trying not to pay him any more mind and focus on her task. Lip walked down the stairs having finished with the sophomore's project, and immediately noticed something was off. His girlfriend was shy, sure, but she never bowed her head as low as she had.

"Hey, Lip!" Mickey called, teasing. Lip looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. "Maybe you should go out back and have quickie with your girl, get 'er to stop bein' such a priss." Lip realized what was wrong, walking over to his blushing girlfriend and placing his arm around her waist.

"Fuck off," Lip sighed. "Y/N isn't a priss, she just doesn't think the whole world needs to know about her sex life like you and Ian seem to."

Mickey raised his arms in surrender, "'Kay, fuck, Gallagher, it was all teasing, no harm meant!" He got up from his seat and went to the kitchen, presumably to grab another beer.

"C'mon, baby," Lip said softly, squeezing Y/N's waist and guiding her up to his room. He sat with her on the edge of Ian's bed, holding her hand and rubbing his calloused thumb on the back of it.

"I'm sorry he was messin' with you, baby," he whispered. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Anything I can do for you?" He emphasized his apology by pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"No, just," she paused, thinking about how she wanted to phrase her next sentence. "Do you ever, I don't know, feel like I'm holding you back?"

Lip had a puzzled look on his face. "Whatd'ya mean, hon?"

"Well with like, you know," she sighed, pulling her hand away from Lip to hide her face. "We haven't had sex and I feel like that's my fault." She heard him chuckle quietly, her embarrassment seeping into her soul even more.

"Baby," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as she continued to hide her face. "It's nobody's fault. We haven't talked about it yet! That's the most important part of any relationship, and that's taken me a while to learn. I figured you'd bring it up when you were ready. I didn't want you to feel pressured."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and glazed over, on the verge of tears because of her embarrassment. "Really?" she asked.

"Really," he nodded like he had given an order to the universe.

"I thought that maybe you weren't attracted to me or that you thought I wasn't good enough," she whispered.

"Me? Not attracted to you? Aw babe!" he laughed, nose touching hers in a loving exchange. "A pretty thing like you deserves to be worshipped. When we have sex, I'm takin' my time with you."

She giggled at his compliment, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, what you don't believe me? I've wanted to sleep with pretty girl forever, I just wanted to make sure she's ready for me," he smiled at her. The more he complimented her, easing in sex references, the more comfortable she felt on the subject. He had waited for her! He didn't think she was a prude or anything, he just had respect for her; he cared for her. She felt warmth in her chest as she processed the conversation. Lip kissed her nose briefly, helping her stand up from the bed.

"And try not to let Mickey get you down. He's just like that and assumes everyone else is comfortable talking about their sex life the way he does. I'll warn him to dial it down when he's around you, though," Lip told her, looking into her eyes to make sure she knew he was serious.

"Thanks, Lip. I love you," she told him, hugging him again.

"I love you, too, Y/N. Now, we'll talk more about us and our boundaries and moving forward later," he told her, trying to help her be more comfortable discussing sex with him. "But right now I think we've got a dinner to be at."

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thanks for reading! sorry about me projecting a lil bit in lip and reader's conversation lol, i just think it's really important to have these conversations with your partners and i think lip, despite being all tough and "not sappy" (but he totally is) really cares about discussing boundaries with his partner

have a great day!

[strnqer]

chapter zero: the beginning of the end

pairing: lip gallagher x afab!reader

series history

lip gallagher climbed your window once more. the same window he had jumped out of countless times before your mother had caught him on your bed.

despite being best friends, you never let lip meet her.

if anyone asked frank, your mother was just like him in every way—well, all except for franks somewhat outgoing and talkative nature, hell, he's even had a good conversation with a tree. your mother on the other hand, had a relentless need to point out everyone's flaws; she was judgmental and often homophobic. she also believed in many things, all of which were extremely controversial in their time. anyone could easily describe her as awful.

yet, if someone asked you, you’d talk about how lovely she was on her good days—those rare moments when she wasn't raising a drunken fist at your presence.

but then there were those days. the days she'd be so high off whatever drug she'd find the night before and she'd be shit. on those days you would have to physically restrain your mother to prevent her from doing whatever crazy shit she'd thought of next. it's one of the hundreds of reasons why lip despised the woman. he hadn't even met her, yet the mere thought of someone laying their hands on you overwhelmed him with rage that was often hard to control. ian would often have to restrain him before he jumped the gate at the sound of your screams.

lip grunted as he lifted himself up on her ledge, he gently slid the glass window open and hastily climbed inside almost falling on his face in the process. "fuck" he muttered, grabbing onto her shelf for balance.

lips eyes casted around the room looking for any signs of his girl, he called your name softly, subconsciously holding his breathe as he strained his ears to listen. the only sound that could be heard was the hand of the clock on your wall ticking away seconds in the silence.

he huffed, pacing slowly around the room, eyes carefully scanning through your belongings. he’d memorized where everything was from the many times he'd been there already, but he hoped that something would be different this time—something that might lead him to you. the mere thought of finding you hurt filled him with nausea.

he swallowed the feeling down.

his gaze landed on your bookshelf and there, nestled between your favorite books sat a medium-sized framed photo of you together. the soft white frame had a small red heart in the corner. lip almost laughed, a small smile tugging its way onto his mouth 'typical.' he thought.

the photo itself took him by surprise. it was from years ago, a time when he wasn’t such an asshole.

you were sat delicately up on his lap in the gallagher kitchen table, laughing at something he’d said, while he looked at you as if you hung the stars and the moon yourself. you were the center of his universe. he looked at you as if there was nobody else in the room, like it was just the two of you in that simple moment. his fingers traced it softly before wrapping themselves around the frame.

he opened it and took out the old photo, leaving its remains on the shelf. tears welled up in his eyes at the bittersweet memory but he brushed them away quickly, refusing to cry pathetically in your room.

lip flipped the picture, you always wrote some sappy shit in the back of your photos, in fact, it was one of the many things he loved about you.

his smile faded.

in the back, he saw your neat cursive writing: 'ten things i hate about you.’ beneath it was a long list of reasons of all the hatred you had for him. him. each word felt like a punch in the gut.

regret washed over him in waves. he thought of every moment you’d shared, each one heavy with the weight of his mistakes.

why had he been such a jerk to the one person he loved?

he had been a dick to fiona and even debbie at times, but those are his sisters—it was different. you were the love of his life for crying out loud.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" he whispered, to who, he wouldn't know, he just... "i'm so fucking sorry"

tears streamed down his face like a fountain, and finally he broke. lip fell to the floor with their picture clutched tightly in his hand. he scanned your words again and again, each one cutting only deeper.

his sobs grew louder, and for a moment he was grateful your mother was likely passed out in the living room floor, oblivious to your absence.

why had he treated you like something so easily replaceable? you were one of the few people he relied on, the one person he thought could never leave.

why am i so fucked up.

he had taken for granted the one person willing to risk everything for him. maybe it was the fact that he knew you’d never go anywhere, or the fact that you had proved many times that despite his shitty personality you’d always remain his girl. either way he's lost you, he lost his soulmate.

in the process of finding himself he lost the person that was most important to him in his life and he didn't know if you’d ever return.

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[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 22

Marty aside, Veronica and Kevin's wedding day was amazing. V and Fiona managed to tie Marty in the bathroom so that they could get married in the Alibi. Everyone was there.

Carol got so emotional. She had held Desna's hand as V and Kev shared their vows. The Gallagers, of course, had been present. Even Frank seemed genuinely happy, and not only because of the alcohol. Ian had invited Mandy Milkovich. They were still pretending to be dating, but the girl seemed to be pretty content with that accommodation. Unfortunately, though, Karen Jackson came, and she liked to be all over Lip for the entire time. But Desna noticed the way Karen observed her every time she got close to the boy.

She wanted her reaction; Desna was well aware. Karen liked to see Desna get jealous and angry as if to make a point. But she didn't want to give that bitch the satisfaction. Lip cared about her; Desna knew that. And it was enough.

"Do you wanna dance?" Lip asked her as the party started. His voice came from behind her. His lips close to her ear.

"Sure," she answered, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the dancefloor. And she didn't miss it: Karen's glare from across the room, and Desna's smile in her direction. Then her attention went back to Lip when he had pulled her close.

"You look beautiful," he said in her ear with a smirk.

"I hoped you'd like it," she had answered. Desna had chosen to put on a simple purple satin dress. It was comfortable, but it hugged her body perfectly, and when she tried it on, she had no doubt that it was the dress that she would have worn.

"I didn't see this," he said with his hands on her hips. Desna cocked her head to the side with a playful smirk.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," she said, looking into his eyes. His face was so close that she only had to lean over to close the small space between them.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked. His lips turned up in a grin, and she nodded, liking how his hands guided her body closer to his. "I really want to kiss you," he whispered, making her giggle. She wanted it, too.

"Kiss already," Kev's voice made them turn with wide eyes as Kevin and Vee danced next to them.

"What?" Desna and Lip asked at the same time.

"I've figured it out since we spoke about him," Veronica said, looking at Desna as her arms were around her husband.

"And... I mean..." she muttered, "Is that okay?"

"I don't want you pregnant," Vee warned her.

"And no sex when we are in the house," Kev pleaded, "It is traumatic enough to know that you are having sex, bug."

Desna blushed, "Kev!"

Since that day, her encounters with Lip have been easier to organize. Now Fiona, Vee, and Kev knew what was going on, so it was no longer difficult for them to justify why they wanted to spend time together. Desna has also found herself sleeping at the Gallaghers from time to time, but there had been no sex those times since Carl and Ian slept in Lip's same room.

That was why, that morning, she was in Lip's bed, his arm around her, and his eyes still closed, when she finally woke up. Desna turned towards him, smiling as she observed him sleeping. She caressed his cheek lightly as she studied his features. Lip didn't open his eyes, but his arm pulled her closer.

"Morning," she whispered with a little giggle.

"I was awake," Lip muttered. Desna leaned over to peck his cheek. That made him tiredly smile.

"You better," she answered. "We gotta go to school." Lip groaned, making her giggle again. Then, the sound of the door opening made her turn to look in that direction. Desna frowned when she saw who it was.

"Desna?" the boy that had just entered said.

"Warren," she said slowly sitting up, while Lip groaned.

"Lip," the boy said.

"Warren," Lip muttered, his arm adjusting around Desna's hip. He really didn't want to wake up that morning.

"Where's my paper?" Warren asked.

"Where's my money?" Lip's quick reply made her smile. Then his fingers lightly gripped her hip before he started to get up.

"Okay," he said jumping down the bunk bed, "I wanna see it."

As the boys exited the room, Desna jumped down too. She walked towards her clothes, glancing towards the corridor.

"Thirty-five, right?" Warren asked, making Desna shook her head.

"No, fifty," Lip answered. Then Warren started to say strange sounds, stereotyped sounds that people who didn't speak an Asian language thought Asian languages sounded like.

"Stop speaking fake Korean, Warren," Lip said, "I never said thirty-five. Des, did I say thirty-five?"

"Never heard of thirty-five," she answered.

"See, I've got a witness," Lip said. "I've never said thirty-five. Not for the paper I wrote you last month, not for the paper I wrote you last semester, not for this. All right? It's fifty." When he got back, Lip had brought her a brush, which Desna took with a quick 'thank you' as she started to comb her hair.

"Can you do thirty-six?" Warren asked, but Lip refused.

"Thirty-eight?" Desna and Lip looked at each other before Lip sat on Ian's bed. The girl went to the bathroom to quickly change into her clothes and kept listening to what Lip was saying to Warren.

"Now, the fact here is that you, the one Korean I know, made a deal for fifty bucks for an original essay about The Great Goddamn Gatsby," Lip was saying as Desna went back in the room, laying her shoulder against the doorframe, observing him as he took his shirt off, "Yet, once again, you're trying to lower my agreed-upon price. Okay? So I want you to give me fifty or GFY."

Desna smiled.

"GFY?" Warren asked confused.

"Go fuck yourself," Lip said.

Warren let out a frustrated breath, but finally, he gave Lip his fifty bucks.

"Thank you," Lip said cockily, observing Warren leaving the room. Desna let the boy pass, but her eyes remained on Lip. He smirked at her, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Desna crossed the room to stop in front of Lip, who parted his legs so that she could stand between them.

"I told you," she started, putting her hands on his naked shoulders, liking the feeling of his skin under her fingers, "It turns me on when you go all smartass on people." Lip's smirk got wider, as his hands moved to her hips.

"Does it?" He smirked, then moved his hand to the side of her neck, bringing her closer so that their lips could touch. She smiled as they kissed. This situation was becoming rather pleasant. Desna was happy that she and Lip seemed more inclined to spend time with each other, even if it did not involve sex. She liked it.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound made Lip groan as he turned towards where the sound was coming from. Desna took a breath as he stood up to walk to his bed.

“Karen, hey,” she should have known. It seemed like Karen knew when Lip and Desna spent time together. It was becoming more persistent lately.

Lip turned to Desna, who forced herself to smile before starting to put her books back in her bag. “Yeah, sure. No problem,” Lip said. Alright. See you later.”

Silence fell in the room. Desna didn't really want to give Karen Jackson too much thought; she had decided it, and she wanted to keep that promise that she made to herself.

"We-um..." Lip started to speak from behind Desna. "We'll catch up at the school entrance to talk to Oompa."

Desna nodded her head, still not turning to him. "She gave you his contact," she answered simply, "I think it's fair." She heard Lip take a breath, so as she closed her bag, Desna looked at him with a small smile. "What's that face?" she asked, observing his expression. Always thinking, Lip was always thinking.

"Nothing," he shook his head before taking her hand and pulling her closer. She let him guide her until his arms moved around her waist. On his lips appeared a smirk as she moved her hands to lock around his neck, "Where were we?" Desna giggled before his mouth was on hers. She closed her eyes as her fingers went through his locks, to keep him close in the passionate kiss they were sharing. His hands moved from her hips to her ass-cheeks to push her against his body. His fingers grabbed her flesh, and she let out a moan when her phone rang.

"Really?" Lip groaned, making her giggle.

"It's better this way," she said as she took her phone from the front pocket of her jeans, "We have no time."

"I can be quick," she rolled her eyes as she pressed the button to lit up the screen. A frown formed on her face as she saw a message from an unknown number.

Hi. It said.

It had already happened some days before. Probably, someone had just the wrong number, and they kept trying. But why say only 'Hi'. She wondered if she had to write back to tell whoever it was that they were probably searching for someone else. Or they may have figured it out at some point.

"What is it?" Lip asked, observing Desna putting her phone back into her pocket.

"Nothing, wrong number," she said with a smile before taking his hand. "Come on, let's go downstairs."

Desna and Lip made their way to the stairs, and they could already hear the Gallagher family being active and ready for the day. "Lip gave me enough for it yesterday," they heard Fiona's voice, "I picked up a shift and forgot to walk it into the payment center." The oldest Gallagher had Liam in her arms, and she was finishing preparing the lunch for her siblings.

"Everything okay?" Desna asked as she noticed Steve running behind Fiona.

"I just forgot to pay the bill, Des," Fiona said as Steve looked at the money jar with wide eyes.

"Four hundred and thirty bucks?" he asked, "Lip's flushed this month." Desna smiled at Lip as he get past her to go around the counter.

"It's SAT season," Fiona explained.

"He is always flush during SAT season," Debbie explained as she was finishing to get her bag ready.

"SAT?" Steve asked, confused.

"College tests," Ian answered, giving Desna's shoulder a squeeze as he passed behind her.

"He tutors?" Steve asked, but Lip shook his head.

"No, takes," he said with a cocky smile that made Desna chuckle as she fixed Carl's hat.

"Oh, hey!" Ian said to get his older brother's attention. "I got another lead for you." Desna looked at Lip.

"Aren't you fully booked this week?" she asked, and the boy smiled.

"Yeah, I am," he answered before looking at Ian, "Set it up, duche. I'm taking it for someone else today, but there's another session in two weeks." Desna observed Lip with admiration; she knew he was smart, but he always surprised her with how smart he was. She was sure he could have a great future before him. And she hoped he would.

"Don't take the phone today, okay?" Fiona said, "I need it."

"I need it!" Debbie said, making all of them frown.

"For what?" Ian asked.

"Cold calling for babysitting gigs." She explained, "I sound more mature on the phone." Desna smiled fondly at the girl.

"Have you eaten?" Lip asked her as he walked behind her with Liam in his arms.

"Not hungry," Desna answered, "I'll grab something at school."

Finally, Fiona managed to get everyone ready for school, so they left the house to get inside Steve's car. He was a good addition; now they had free rides to school every day and no more waking up early to walk the streets of Chicago in the freezing cold of the morning. His car was big enough for them all to sit inside. Of course, Carl and Debbie would end up on one of their laps, but the ride was quite comfortable.

First, Steve dropped the kids off, and then he drove them to high school. Desna had to keep herself from rolling her eyes when she noticed Karen already waiting for Lip at the school entrance. Lip was sitting in the front, so he didn't notice Desna's reaction, but Ian was sitting next to her, and he caressed her back with an encouraging smile.

Let's do this, Desna said to herself.

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SHAMELESS SUBLIST

LIP GALLAGHER:

Trajectories of Temptation

Fish. [request]

IAN GALLAGHER:

Bar Fights and Candle Light [request]

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fandoms i write for pt 2

heres part 1 and 3

smut -🖤 fluff-🤍 angst-❤️

SHAMELESS

Fiona Gallagher

Lip gallagher

Ian Gallagher (platonic only)

Carl Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Mickey Milkovich (platonic only)

Kevin Ball

Veronica Ball

How to train your dragon rtte

Hiccup

astrid

ruffnut

tuffnut

eret

dagur

snotlout

NCIS

Jethro Gibbs

Anthony "tony" dinozzo

Kate Todd

Ziva David

Tim McGee

Abby Sciuto

Outer Banks

JJ maybank

Rafe Cameron

John B

Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

Pope Heyward

Cleo

Barry

Cobra kai / karate kid

Robby Keene

Eli "hawk" Moskowitz

Tory Nichols

johnny lawrence

Miguel diaz

Daniel LaRusso

Anne of green gables/ Anne with an E

gilbert blythe

diana berry

anne shirley

Billy andrews

Moody Spurgeon

Young Sheldon/ Big Bang

Sheldon cooper

georgie cooper

George cooper

peaky blinders

Thomas Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Micheal Gray

Lizzie Shelby

The Walking dead

Carl Grimes

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Sherlock holmes

Tewkesbury

Victorious

Beck Oliver

Jade west

Tori Vega

Robbie Shapiro

Andre Harris

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 5

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): i hate christmas but you really love it and i feel bad raining on your parade so i guess it wouldn’t kill me to act a little happier

Word Count: 2.7K

Story Description: It's the first Christmas for Lip and (Y/N). He's not used to having the holiday times be a very festive event, but something about being with (Y/N) makes everything better.

Fandom: Shameless

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x NonBinary!Reader

Warnings: foul language

A/N: not precisely day 5, just a few hours after but I am all caught up now. I wanted more details into the story but this is how it flowed out😅

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It was no secret that the Gallagher gang had a rough life growing up. Holidays weren’t such a thing to celebrate, simply something that happened during the winter whilst they were trying to survive the cold months. Their whole life had been a struggle. It was what they were used to, and what they would probably always have hanging in the back of their heads for the rest of their lives.

It had been two and a half years since Lip had moved out of the family home and had to care for fewer people. A year and three months that he and Tami had amicably gone their separate ways and shared custody of their son Freddie. And a year since he met (Y/N).

His life had drastically changed since they had come into their life. Lip had started the transformation of his life long ago. Though he did have some major lows in his journey, he was ways away from the frightened boy he used to be. One of those lows was breaking things off with Tami. It had been a mutual breakup – they had grown apart. But it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt and he had to go through a transitional period where he didn’t see his son every day and he came home to an empty house every night.

During that transitional period, when Tami and he were still figuring out the best way to divide custody of Freddie, was when he met (Y/N).

They were walking out of a coffee shop as Lip was walking in, on his way to get an order. He bumped into them and ended up spilling their iced coffee all over them, staining their crisp white shirt and their grey pantsuit.

“Fuck,” he said. “I am so sorry. I’d say I would pay for the dry cleaning but that suit looks more expensive than my whole wardrobe.”

“No worries,” they chuckled. “You can make it up to me over dinner. I’m (Y/N).” 

“Lip. Uh, Philip, but you can call me Lip.”

“Well, Lip. Here’s my number. Call me some time,” they said as they handed the man a business card.

It took him a week to call (Y/N). He had put the card on his secondhand fridge, letting it taunt him. He’d felt intimidated as soon as he read the little cardboard. They were an attorney at one of the biggest firms in Chicago. He felt slightly intimidated at the prospect of falling for someone that seemed to have it all together.

Eventually, his curiosity peaked. He wanted to know this person that had taken an interest in him just by only knowing his name. So, he called, and the rest was history.

The pair hit it off right away, finding they had more in common than differences. And although they came from different backgrounds, and lived drastically different lives, and it seemed like there would never be a way for them to ever intermingle, they did.

Lip certainly had never felt this way before. He’d been obsessed with people before; he couldn’t deny that. He was ready to give everything up for Karen; he grew infatuated with Mandy; he had a crazy rendezvous with Amanda which intertwined with the affair he was having with his much older professor Helene; finally, there was Tami, the woman he was ready to change everything for, even if it didn’t work out in the end.

But it was different with (Y/N). The intoxicating adrenaline feeling he normally got when meeting someone new was gone. He felt calm, at peace. There wasn’t the giddy feeling of finding out just how big of a trainwreck the relationship would be. Rather he felt like riding softly on the waves of their relationship.

Their relationship moved quite fast – though for Southside standards it was slow. At the end of their first month, they had already said they loved each other. After four months together, (Y/N) asked him to move in with them – they would spend so much time there that it was almost like he already did. Five months in and they met Freddie.

Now, a year into their relationship they were spending their first Christmas together, and the first Christmas Lip would spend with Freddie since the breakup. But he had never been a holiday person. He never had the luxury to be one. Not even when his kid had been born did he celebrate it well – according to Tami’s family.

On the other hand, (Y/N) was a Christmas fanatic. And when they heard that Freddie would be spending those holidays at their place, they decided to go all out.

“Okay,” they said as they joined Lip on the couch one night a week before Freddie got there. “I made a list of all the things I think will make this an unforgettable Christmas for Fred. And before you say anything, I know he’s only four years old and he probably won’t remember much of it, but I still wanna make this amazing.”

“Alright,” Lip chuckled. “Let me have it.”

“So, I know this week you still have two finals this week, so I kept it light. Mainly stuff at home,” (Y/N) started. “I was thinking we could a gingerbread house, make letters to Santa, watch Christmas classics, and bake some cookies. That way you can study during his downtime. What do you think?”

Lip couldn’t help but smile at his partner. Before them, every time the holidays came around he couldn’t help the anger that washed over him. Whilst other families had the ability to give their families happy memories to hold onto, all he could remember was having to help his family pass the winter without dying of the cold or hunger. It was something he never wanted his own son to go through. And with (Y/N) he knew it was possible.

Since they loved Christmas so much, he decided he would try his best to enjoy the holiday for the sake of his partner and his son.

“Sounds like a perfect plan,” he replied. His hands cradled their face, placing a soft kiss on their lips, a glimmer of adoration in his eyes.

“What?” (Y/N) chuckled as they noticed Lip kept staring at them.

“I’m just so fucking grateful to have met you, baby,” he said. “A year ago I never thought my life would look this way. I mean, somehow I’m back in school; I have a healthy and happy son; I’ve been two years – and counting – sober; and I have the most amazing life partner with me.”

Tears started welling up in his eyes as he recalled how his life was changing. He wanted to be the person they knew he could be. (Y/N) had helped him make a life plan and taught him that it was okay if he had to improvise some things along the way. They helped him get back into school, where he would get an advanced masters. At least that’s what he hoped. Because he wanted to change. (Y/N) made him want to change. Regardless of who he left behind.

“This is the first time I don’t feel guilty for making a better life for myself,” he continued. “The first time I don’t have to worry where my siblings will rest their heads or if they have enough food to get them through the winter or worry I’ll find my father passed out in an alley freezing. You’ve given me the time and space I’ve needed to allow myself to leave the southside behind.

People always told me that just because I was from the southside it didn’t mean I was supposed to stay there. And I always blew them off because I always found a way to screw things up and stay there. That’s when people always leave. But you haven’t. You know everything I’ve done, all the skeletons in my closet, and yet you still chose to be with me.

I truly don’t know what I did to deserve you, (Y/N). But you make me want to be a better person every day of my life. Because I love you, I want to be the person you think I can be.

And I want to enjoy this Christmas. I want to make memories with you and Freddie, even if he won’t remember them. Cause I fucking will. And I want pictures with Santa and to go ice skating, and to open presents on Christmas morning. Because we deserve it.” 

(Y/N) couldn’t help but wrap their arms around his neck, kissing him once more.

“Lip, I’m the one who’s lucky. You gave my life direction,” they smiled. “Having all this, it meant nothing because I didn’t have someone to share it with. I worked, I came home, ate and slept, and did it all again. Day after day. That was my life. Now, I look forward to coming home because I know there’s someone waiting at home for me.

You and I were raised very differently. I know that. But I’ve known the gut-wrenching feeling of thinking there’s nothing better out there. With you, I know I’ve got better now.

And I know this is simply gonna be the first Christmas of many as a family. So, list or no list, I wanna do whatever you want. Because I love you and want you to have an amazing time.” 

“I think I’ll stick to the list,” he chuckled through teary eyes. “I trust the expert.”

And he did. Because the thing he was mostly looking forward to was the Christmas dinner they had planned with his family, their family, and their friends. The day he would ask (Y/N) if they’d spend the rest of their lives together, making memories to last them a lifetime.

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[barcaatthemoon]

dark || leah williamson x reader ||

You should have known bedtime wasn't going to be easy.

"Alright little miss, I do believe everything is in order for you to go to sleep," Leah said as she walked around to inspect your daughter's room. Emma was snuggled up with her stuffed Gunnersaurus and tucked comfortably beneath the covers. Bedtimes with Emma had never been easily. She had been a very fussy baby, and once she was out of that, there had been reason after reason for her not to sleep in her own bed throughout the night.

"Goodnight kisses please. For me and Gunner," Emma said with complete sincerity. Leah would have never imagined not giving both your daughter and her beloved stuffed toy goodnight kisses. You don't think that she had skipped out on that part since the girl got the plushie as a gift from Caitlin and Lia years ago.

"Of course, of course." Leah leaned down and began giving goodnight kisses. You stood somewhat impatiently in the hallway as you waited for Leah to finish up. You had gone through your routine with Emma already, and you knew that Leah had a tendency to linger. That was how Emma always ended up in your bed for the night. You weren't sure, but you kind of thought that Leah was the main reason Emma's transition out of your bed was going so poorly. "I love you, sleep tight baby girl."

"I love you too, Mummy," Emma yawned. Leah flicked the light off and stepped outside, careful not to actually shut Emma's door completely. You were biting your lip and smiling at Leah as she turned towards you.

"Have I told you how incredibly sexy it is that you're an amazing parent?" you asked her. Leah tilted her head to the side as she pretended to try and remember the answer to your question. Truthfully, both of you knew that you had told her countless times before, but Leah loved hearing you say it again and again.

"Not recently, no. Maybe you should tell me again," Leah teased. You wrapped your arms around the back of her neck and leaned in almost like you were going to kiss her.

"You-," kiss, "-are incredibly-," another kiss, "-sexy." Leah lifted you into her arms as you gave her a third kiss. She carried you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind the two of you. The two of you quicky ended up on the bed together, making out as Leah began to pull at your clothes.

"Fuck, I feel like it's been forever," Leah mumbled as her fingers dipped into your waistband. You pulled your tank top off, which immediately drew Leah's attention straight to your chest. It felt like she was barely an inch away whenever your door swung open.

"Shit!" you swore as you quickly rolled under the blanket. Leah moved you off of her lap, giving you a quick kiss as she hopped off of the bed.

"Hey, I thought you were all tucked away in bed," Leah said as she stood in front of Emma. You were grateful for her blocking the view as you put your shirt back on. "Is everything alright?"

"I thought I heard something, and I got scared," Emma mumbled. "Will you go look for monsters please?"

"Of course I will. Why don't you wait here with Mama until then?" Leah suggested. Emma ran over towards you as Leah walked out of the bedroom. You let Emma crawl into your lap, resting her head against your shoulder as she curled up against you.

"Declan at school says that I'm a baby because I sleep in here with you," Emma said sadly. You tilted her chin up to look at you. It was amazing sometimes how much Emma reminded you of Leah, almost always in the ways that caught you off guard. "I'm trying to be a big girl. I don't want to be a baby anymore."

"You're not a baby. You are a big girl, but remember that no matter how big you get, you'll always be my baby. Just like you'll always be Leah's too, that's just how it is being a kid," you told her. Emma sighed, as if she wasn't quite satisfied with your words. "I'm still Granny's baby, just like Leah is Nana Mandy's baby."

"I guess that's sort of okay then," Emma mumbled. She turned her head into the side of your neck in a feeble attempt to hide her yawning. You rubbed circles on her back, managing to get Emma asleep almost right away.

"Alr-," Leah started, only to be cut off by you. "Oops, sorry. Guess our little thing will have to wait until my mum takes her after the game."

"That's fine, I can wait. The question is, can you?" you teased. Leah rolled her eyes as she got into bed with you. Emma laid in between the two of you, immediately turning towards Leah once the blonde was settled. You kept a light on while you read, and Leah muted the TV to watch game highlights. Even after you turned your light off to sleep, Leah kept the TV on for Emma in case she woke up before the morning.

[eddiernunson]

Nice to Meet You, Where You Been? | Eddie Munson x f!Reader | 18+

Thank you to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you for editing, you're the best!

Summary: your college roommate takes you to the annual Harrington Halloween Party, where you expect to do nothing but get drunk and dance for a night. That was...until you turn around to the person dancing against you to Eddie fucking Munson.

Warnings: strangers to lovers, praise/degradation, hook-up at a party, daddy kink, creampie, no protection, slow ish build up, size kink? maybe?, hooking up under the influence

I had a whole ass plan to write for KinkTober but executive dysfunction took over. Hopefully this makes up for it...maybe.

I have another Halloween themed fic from last year, EddiexReader with Steve if anyone is interested

Word Count: 6.1k

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You sit in the backseat of your roommate’s boyfriend’s beater, the music bumping through the stereo as you make your way to what is supposedly the biggest Halloween party of every year. Your roommate spent the beginning of your fall semester hyping up this party as the best place to be on a Halloween night. Her insistence was charming, and you were looking for an excuse to get drunk. So, now you are watching as you pass by Halloween decorations and children dressed in costumes going Trick-or-Treating.

You don't pay much attention to what they're saying, the gist of it reminiscing on the Halloween parties they had attended in the past. Your roommate had made it very clear from the start that this guy, whatever his name was, his Halloween parties were legendary in town. He has only been throwing them for a handful of years, but if you were a young adult in rural Hawkins on Halloween night, chances are you were at this party.

You start to wonder how big this guy’s house must be if a couple hundred people have been attending every year, and it sounded like he even encouraged it.

You can hear the music bumping from the house before you even see it. It's hard to miss, a cluster of cars in the neighborhood, several people walking up the lawn towards the wide-open door. Your roommate’s boyfriend parks down the street, a spot that is probably fine to park overnight due to the nature of the party.

If there is to be a single sober soul at this party, they would be a rare sight.

You tug at your costume as you walk behind the two of them, strutting arm in arm. They’re wearing a matching couple’s costume, as salt and pepper. It’s something they could come up with last minute, him wearing a black shirt for pepper and her a white dress for salt. Their costume is minimal, and certainly they’ll get asked frequently what they’re supposed to be, but when everyone’s intoxicated, you suppose it won’t matter much.

You’re dressed as your favorite iconic Batman villain, Poison Ivy. You loved the character from the DC comics as you grew up and having a year away from your parents and in a different town, you figured it might be a time to try a new daring costume. So here you walk, arms crossed in a small green dress with fake vines pinned across your chest. You opted for some dramatic green eyeshadow and bright red lips, hoping your makeup and costume will sell the look.

Your ears are nearly bursting as you cross the threshold to the front door of the massive house from the loud bumping music. The pop music is a bit obnoxious, but you’re sure you won’t care once some alcohol is in your system.

Your roommate seems to remember you exist, escaping her boyfriend’s arms for the moment and intertwining her arm around yours. She immediately guides you to the kitchen where stacks of red solo cups are sitting, surrounded by bottles of alcohol and soda. “Holy shit.” You mutter.

“I know.” She giggles, handing you a cup and some tequila.

“No thanks.” You push it back, knowing what exactly tequila does to you. “I’ll just do a vodka-sprite.”

As you’re pouring, in waddles a lanky dude with brown curled hair and freckles scattered on his pale skin.  “Oh hey, Mandy!” He greets her, stumbling as he toasts his cup. “Haven’t seen you in a while! How’s that boyfriend of yours?” He asks, spinning the lid of the alcohol he’s holding absentmindedly, causing it to flick off into the distance.  

“Nate’s good, I think he’s taking over your stereo, though.” She says, moving the bottles around to make Nate’s drink, as well.

“As per usual.” He laughs, pouring a large quantity of said tequila into his cup.

Mandy seems to realize something halfway through her sip. “Oh shit!” She sputters out, a drip of alcohol leaving her mouth. “Sorry, I forgot you two don’t know each other, yet. Y/N, this is Steve. Steve, Y/N.”

“Hi.” You greet him shyly, his confidence radiating, but very intimidating.

“Hello. Me casa e su casa, and whatever, whatever. Can I just ask, who are you supposed to be?” He asks you, gesturing to your costume.

“Oh, Poison Ivy.” You explain to him, sipping on your concoction and wincing when you realize you’ve poured way too much.

Steve blinks at you, seemingly trying to make sense of your costume. “You’re—you’re a plant?”

You laugh, not in the mood to explain comic book villains to someone who clearly doesn’t know anything about them. “Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, cool!” Steve laughs, taking a big sip of his drink.

“Hey, Steve, you see much of Munson these days?” Mandy asks him, wiping her face from the excess drink surrounding her mouth.

How wonderful, more people you don’t know. Hawkins is the smallest town you’ve ever seen; everyone seems to know of everyone.

“Eddie? Yeah, he should be here tonight actually. Super dork, dressed as some character from Star Wars. Or at least I think it’s Star Wars.” He mutters, rolling his eyes in obvious affection for his friends. “He’s matching with Henderson and Wheeler.”

They shake their heads together in tandem at their supposedly dorky friends. As a Star Wars fan, however, you were fine, ecstatic even to hear that there were souls brave enough to dress up as dorky characters and that you weren’t the only one.

You follow Mandy into the living room, now bumping with a tape mix that Nate apparently brought to the party. It's a damn blast, everyone in the living room dancing surrounded by sweaty bodies, finally finding some joy as the strong drink makes you lose your inhibitions. As you continue dancing, suddenly you find yourself in a huddle of people, Mandy and Nate both dancing by you, but lost in their own drunken haze. You don’t care about that. However, something in your mind as you tell yourself you don’t care tells you to care about the person who’s been up against your back for God knows how long.

They have a good rhythm, and they weren’t all too touchy so nothing in your head raised any red flags. You turn around to face the stranger, and it’s like you forget how to breathe. One of his hands is placed on your hip, a smile on his face giving way to dimples that make you swoon. “Hi.” He greets you. You can’t quite hear it over the music, but you can certainly read his lips. Isn’t all that hard to decipher.

You smile back to him, letting a forearm rest on his shoulder. Who were you to deny such a pretty person? His wide smile expands even more, adding some pressure to your hip. The weight and size of his hand sends a thrill through you, and there’s a level of horniness that’s coming from you that you didn’t even know you could have.

Your drink is eventually finished, the cup dropped to the floor, forgetting to bother to throw it away. The gorgeous stranger pulls you in closer and closer as you continue to dance with him, his hands never dipping down past your waist, but you can tell by the steadiness of his grip that he knows how to use them. Usually, eye contact this intense would cause you to retract, looking away after that first glance. This eye contact only makes you want him more, his brown eyes exuding a type of lust you’ve never experienced before.

Or…were you just picturing this?

The hand that rested on your hip moves to frame your face, slender fingers brushing your cheek, caressing it for a half a moment. The hand moves down to hook under your chin, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip. His eyes very obviously stare at your lips, silently asking you for permission. When his tongue licks his bottom lip you nod eagerly, one hand moving to his black curls that you have been itching to touch as long as you’ve faced him.

Somehow, your ears muffle out the deafening music in favor of the chuckle that leaves his mouth. Before you could even register your heartbeat loud in your ears, he bends down to kiss you, and for the first time your brain computes how much taller he is than you. Any thought you might’ve had seems to evacuate the moment his soft lips meet yours. He kisses you with an expertise that makes you irrationally jealous of any other person who’s had the opportunity before you. He draws a sharp inhale as you deepen the kiss, offering more slobber and spit for him to wholeheartedly accept.

His hands tangle in your curled hair, thumbs caressing your face on either side. Something you're learning about this stranger is that he kisses with his whole body, and he knows how to do it well. His teeth graze against your bottom lip, tugging on it lightly. You whimper, shoving your tongue down his throat. A deep laugh escapes his throat as he meets your enthusiasm. He kisses the corner of your mouth, your cheek, and down to your collarbone. You barely sigh into it when his lips leave your collarbone, looking at you with remorse.

Uh oh. Not good. Were you the worst kisser and he was going to go find someone else worthy of his magical skills?

“Sorry, gotta piss. Beer’s hittin’ hard.” He shouts over the music, his thumb gesturing toward where you guessed the bathroom was.

“Ok. I’m gonna go get another drink.” You tell him, noting the red lipstick now all over his lips. “You got some uh…some lipstick there…hold on…” You reach out to wipe it for him, but he deflects, ducking from your thumb humorously.

“Uh…no thanks. I wear this shit with pride.” He explains, giving you a wink. “Meet you in the kitchen.”

You nod, suddenly full of nerves. You have been all over this guy for the last…however long, you couldn’t even tell. And now you’re realizing, he might be a decent dude on top of being a fantastic kisser.

Your legs carry you into the kitchen, running into Mandy and Nate. You weren’t sure where they’d been, having been lost in your own little world.

“Hi, babe!” She greets you, alcohol sharp on her breath. Whoa. She has had a lot more than you have. “I missed you, where the hell you been?”

You giggle, deciding to go for the tequila. After all, it was your literal liquid courage. And if you wanted to get that man’s fingers down your panties tonight, you were gonna need some. “Making out with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.” You proudly proclaim, taking a big sip of just straight tequila before adding some Sprite.

“Oh my god!” She squeals, letting go and forgetting about Nate’s existence. “Holy shit, I’m so fucking proud!” Speaking of him…he waltzes into the kitchen, grabbing a cup right by you and winking, apparently unseen by Mandy. “Shit, I’ve been looking for you!” She tells him, drunkenly tapping her hand on his bicep. “Hey, Y/N! This is Eddie. Remember? The dork Steve talked about earlier?”

Ouch. Mandy has no filter, as of course, she's drunk, but she didn’t have to be rude.

At least now you have a name for him. You were starting to feel bad. “Oh, I’m acquainted.” You tell her, sharing a smirk with Eddie.

“Seriously? Cool.” Mandy answers, not getting the hint. You gesture with your eyes alone to Mandy that Eddie was the guy you were talking about just a few moments ago. She gets it, but apparently forgets all about subtlety. “Wait, Eddie Munson is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life?” She asks you incredulously, like it's the most unbelievable thing she's ever heard.

“Thanks, Mandy.” You grit out, teeth clenched.

“Oops.” She grimaces, grabbing Nate's hand. “We’re gonna go find a spot on the couch to make out. Sorry!”

You roll your eyes affectionately, knowing she meant no harm. Did she have to say it, though?

The smirk on Eddie’s face says everything without saying a word. “So, the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, huh?” He asks, looking incredibly proud of the fact.

You knock your tequila back, needing more liquid courage. “Yep. Hottest.”

His eyebrow raises, and he takes a big sip of his own drink. Maybe he needs his own courage. “Well, you’re probably the sexiest damn Poison Ivy I’ve ever seen.” He smirks, leering at you. His eyes blatantly rake up and down your body, giving you a surge in confidence. “You’re like a little sexy nugget of weed.” He laughs, his words slightly slurred.

“Wait, you get that I’m Poison Ivy?” You ask, finally assessing his costume. Oh, he’s Vader without the mask. “I mean I guess you are the dork they talked about earlier.” Eddie seems slightly sunken by this. “Don’t worry,” you tell him theatrically. “I’m a massive dork, myself.”

He perks up, pulling you in by the waist. “What do you say we find a room upstairs?” He asks, taking another big sip of his drink.

You raise your cup back to your lips, knocking the remainder down fast. “I say, lead the way.”

He grabs you by the hand and leads you up the stairs, pushing some people out of the way that were blocking it in the middle of a conversation. As he leads you down the hall, the music somewhat fades out and you can hear him muttering under his breath. “We better find a guest room cause I’m not hooking up in Harrington’s room, and I’ll be damned if I hook up in his parents' room.”

From that, you’re able to assess that he’s over here enough to know which room belongs to whom. He knocks on one of the doors, swearing softly when someone shouts out. He does it twice more, meeting the same result. “Ok.” He sighs, fingers crossed. He knocks twice, no answer. He knocks once more for good measure, and it can be said that there is definitely no one inside. “Thank fuck.”

As soon as you’re through the door he turns the dimmer switches on lightly and locks the door. You take off the vines, letting the pins and fake plants fall to the floor to make it easier for him to climb on you.

He watches you from the four postered bed, still head to toe in what you now noticed was the caped costume that Darth Vader wears. “So, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, by the way. If you wanna do hand stuff, we’ll do hand stuff.”

Your gut swoops at his consideration and empathy. He seems to truly care about your comfortability rather than him getting off. You walk to him, swiping off all accessories you wore, including your shoes. You straddle his lap, pushing on him lightly so he falls back onto the bed. You attack his lips with your own, attempting to show how much his consideration for you already has you soaked. “I will do” you whisper in between a handful of kisses, “anything you want me to,” you tell him, starting to grind the tent you feel poking past your dress. “Within reason.” You add for good measure, not quite that down for anything. But if he wants to fuck you, you’re down. You’re so down. You’re so down bad.

“Fuck…do that again.” He asks, holding your hips. You comply, grinding your wet heat against him, teasing yourself, but loving the expression on his face. It's ethereal. “Fuck, baby. You barely touched me, and you already have me falling apart.”

This makes you smile with pride. A huff of laughter escapes your lips, sighing deeply as you can feel his erection growing. The fact that this man is as hard as he is when he’s this good looking is the biggest compliment in the world. You wrap his lips in a kiss again, your tongue peeking out to lick across his lip, managing to tug yet another moan out of him. You relish in the tone, the whimper that follows right after it. He really isn’t afraid to tell you how much he is enjoying what the two of you are doing.

As you continue to explore his tequila-scented mouth, both of his hands cup your ass, feeling his limber fingers bunch up the fabric of the bright green dress you’re wearing. He takes his time, giving you every minute to communicate any second thoughts. You moan impatiently, encouraging him to get under there already.

He chuckles, pulling the rest of the material up swiftly. His fingers grab at the skin of your barely covered ass cheeks roughly, the friction burning in the best way. A whimper escapes your throat, your mouth filling with the taste of him as your tongues meet. You’re sure he’s gripping those cheeks hard enough to bruise, not that you mind.

An increasing need has been growing since you first laid eyes on him, the need for him to touch you in the most sinful of ways. While his touch on your ass is electric, you are ready for much more. Your whimpers echo the thought, feeling needy for more of his touch, your hip movements going from fluid and purposeful to rigid and needy.

“What do you need, hmm?” He asks in-between kisses, one hand pushing up your dress to your waist as it caresses your bare hip. “Use your words, beautiful.”

“Need you to touch me,” the thought leaves your lips without your permission. How dare your brain betray you like that?

Eddie starts to kiss at your jaw, switching between nibbles and his tongue deliciously lapping at the skin. “Like how?” He asks in intervals, his voice soft, yet demanding. “Like this?” He grabs harshly at your ass, nails digging into the soft flesh. “Like this?” He asks again, tingles radiating down your skin as he lightly grazes your hip bone. “Or…like this?” His hand that rested on your hip bone flutters down to where heat radiates off your core, getting a feel of your soaked panties. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking wet.” He mutters, putting some pressure at the top of your mound.

Your hips start desperately grinding against his fingers, needing him to touch you. “Can you blame me?” You ask him, breath stuttering through it.

“Are you trying to flatter me?” He asks, pausing his pressure momentarily and backing off to study you. You stutter through an empty response, and he laughs kindly. “Cause flattery works, sweetheart.” His fingers move past the cotton barrier he's been making small circles against, delicately tracing along the wetness of your folds. You’re so slick, it’s like a damn slip and slide. The moment his fingers make contact with you, they’re soaked and in your juices.

“Oh shit—” you stutter, grinding on him helplessly. You can barely focus, your arms weak as you’re suddenly unable to hold your weight as you collapse on him. He's not touching you purposely, but just the feel of him sends a ripple down your spine. “Feels good.”

“Hmm.” He answers, noting the way you’re writhing so beautifully on top of him. He knew he would have you in a mess. In fact, he looked forward to it from the moment he saw you. He meticulously moves you onto your back, taking in your wide-eyed stare with a smirk. “Gonna take these off.” He mutters, fingers moving to the waistband of your panties. “Need a good look at you.”

You’re not entirely sure what he means until you see the look on his face as he stares at your pussy for the first time. His darkened stare, the slack smile he wears as he stares at you. Well not you, just the most vulnerable part of you. You’ve had a bit of experience in high school, but no one ever looked at your pussy like this. Like…it’s…

“Beautiful.” Eddie whispers, licking his lips. You watch him as he takes you in, admiring how wanted he makes you feel. Without a warning he lurches forward in between your legs, his tongue licking one long strip up your slick. Your thighs convulse, the pleasure so red hot, you can’t control the choked-out moan that escapes your lips if you tried. “Oh, you’re shaking, baby.”

His tongue moves more purposely to your clit, sucking on it and tapping with his tongue repeatedly. Your thighs clamp around his face, tensing up as every goddamn nerve is set on fire. You feel a slight huff of laughter against your puffy clit, the breath tickling you, causing you to giggle from the sensation. The giggle leads into a whimper, the small movements of his tongue sending you into overdrive. “Feels so—oh my god—I—” You stutter, unable to finish a single sentence.

He tugs your legs, forcing your knees against your chest to get even closer. A fierce heat starts in your stomach, startling the hell out of you. A great build slowly moves you, pushing you step by step over a high you’ve never reached before. Your stomach has never coiled so tightly, the heat never so intense. “Too much, too much.”

“You’re almost there, sweetheart.” He encourages you, watching every muscle in your legs tighten and feeling your abdomen tighten and release. “Oh, it’s gonna feel so good, baby. Wanna see you cum for me, see you fall apart, hear that pretty little mouth make the prettiest noises.”

Eddie slips a finger in, pumping it slowly at first, building up the speed quickly as he continues sucking. There’s something in you telling you to be embarrassed at how quickly your orgasm has snuck up on you, but from the foreplay of his expert lips and the mind-numbing words, it only makes sense.

“Cl-close…” You manage out, the heat making your way through your body, even making a stop in your head.

“Let me see you come apart, sweetheart.” He tells you, working his fingers at an unmatched rate.

The sensation sends you over the edge, your extremities shaking uncontrollably. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, a near primal moan leaves your mouth, a sound you didn’t even know you had the capability of making.

It takes you a minute to recover, Eddie working you through your whole orgasm and gently kissing your thighs until you come back to. He’s patient, waiting until your breathing slows down, kissing his way up your half-dressed torso. Eddie rests his body on yours, the tent in his pants meeting the heat of your center as his forearms support his weight on either side of your head. His thumbs sway at your temple, slowly watching as your eyes lose their glaze.

Your vision finally focuses back on him, his soft smile on his face welcoming as he watches you. His legs tense up, his muscles spasming as he resists thrusting into your heat. It’s teasing you, your hips accidentally moving upwards to meet the now wet stain on his polyester costume. “You’re wearing too much.” You tell him, whining softly.

“I’m sorry, should I take these off?” He asks, kissing you rapidly on the face right after. “Or if you’re done, I don’t blame you.”

“Done?” You ask incredulously. “Oh no, I’m not even close to done.” You tell him, giggling when he gives you a smirk.

“Just checking, sweetheart.” Eddie replies, kissing you rapidly again.

You’re finally back on earth, your hands reaching around him to look for where his costume opens. You had a feeling it would open from the back. You pull each Velcro apart one by one, your hands telling you as you move down that he’s not wearing anything underneath. You don't know if it's odd or the hottest thing in the world. Both, definitely both.

Your nails scratch at his skin at the last one, finally taking the shoulders off. You gasp as he helps you take out each arm awkwardly, only because you could finally see all the tattoos that his costume has covered up. “Holy shit.” You mutter, hands reaching out to palm at each one.

As he mouths at your neck, you push the rest of his costume down, figuring out it was a one piece. Ok. Steve might’ve been right about calling him a dork. But with his cunnilingus skills, who fucking cares? “You wanna fuck?” He asks, making his way down your neck, one hickey at a time.

You wrap your legs around his waist, tugging him down so the thin fabric meets your soaked pussy even harder. “Please?”

“When you ask so nicely, how could I deny?” He answers, leaving one last final nibble on your shoulder. He gets up without a warning, and you whine pathetically. “Jus’ takin off my pants sweetheart. Can’t put my dick in you if it’s still covered.”

You watch him pull down his pants, teasing you as it makes its way down his torso, his treasure trail, the v-line, you start drooling the moment his cock pops out. You figured he was big from his bulge pressed against you, but the material was apparently holding him back from his true length. You spend a good minute staring at it, how pink the head is, how thick he looks, it made you nearly feral.

“Enjoying the show?” Eddie asks. You glance back up at his face, heating up when you realize you've stared a lot longer than planned.

“Mmmhmm.” You tell him, not seeing any need to deny.

He lurches forward onto the bed, yanking giggles out of you. His hands roughly move up your torso to take your dress off, moving it over your head. He throws it over his shoulder, eyes raking in your tits like they’re in the Louvre. Hell, he’d take a polaroid and hang it there, despite the risk of security arresting and escorting him out immediately after.

“You are fucking gorgeous, baby.” He mutters, leaning into one of your tits mouthing at the nipple delicately, grazing it with his teeth, turning the mound into a shade of purple.

You can’t help yourself, reaching down to grab his cock. “Need you in me.” You urge him, smiling when he lets out a surprised whimper.

“Fucking—” he stutters out, biting on his lip. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I can do that.” He laughs, and before you have a moment to admire how adorable that was, you feel him line himself up. “Shit, you’re fucking tight.”

You can feel exactly what he means, the head barely pushing in. Even with how wet you are, Eddie's having difficulty pushing into you. Your mouth drops open, panting through it at the blinding pain and pleasure. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust. “Feels so goddamn good, Ed.” You gasp, blindly reaching for him.

Blindly, because your eyes are unable to stay open from the sheer pleasure that has taken over your body.

“I know, baby I know.” He whispers, holding one hand to your face.

“Ok.”

He pushes in more, eliciting a high-pitched whine out of you. “You have any idea how fucking hot those little noises that you make are?” He asks, his voice husky and strained.

You laugh at his successful attempt at flattery, causing him to whine at the way your pussy tightens around him in sync. “Keep going.”

He pushes in a little bit more, your legs tensing around his torso as the noise caught in your throat is even louder. “You’re taking me so well, baby, what a good girl.” You tighten up at his praise, provoking Eddie to get the idea that praise is something that you desire. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you, my good girl?” You tighten around him again, Eddie twitching in you as a response.

“More.” You manage out, your voice guttural. He pushes in just a little bit more. “Oh my god, you’re in my fucking stomach, so fucking deep!” You whine, eyes closed as you pulse around him.

“Just a little bit more, baby. You’re doing so well, such a good girl.”

“More.”

He pushes the rest of his cock in, finally able to rest his body on yours. You take your time adjusting to his size, inhaling, and exhaling with purpose as the pain subsides. “That’s a girl, take your time.” He mutters, watching you carefully.

“Kiss me please.” You whisper, opening your eyes to face the intensity radiating from his chocolate brown ones. He leans in for a lush kiss, your legs wrapping around him to pull him in tightly. His hand moves to your tit, playing with the nipple between two of his fingers. Your tongues meet, somehow knowing exactly what the other needs. “You can move now.” You whisper in between kisses.

Eddie, apparently a master at multitasking, lifts his hips without so much as stuttering in the kiss. You expected him to stop, but the new mix of sensation throws you off intensely. His first thrust causes you to shout directly into his mouth. You’re much more prepared for the second thrust, however unprepared for the force behind it. “Yeah?” He asks, pulling back and staring into your eyes.

You nod enthusiastically. “So good. Cock feels…so good.” You whine to him, legs unable to continue holding onto him as tight as they were. Now they’re floating in the air aimlessly, unable to focus on much except for how good and how deep he is. “How…this good?” The question you meant to ask was how he was so good at fucking like this, but your mouth was unable to form a single coherent sentence.

“Barely been in you for a minute, and you’re already cock-drunk, huh?” He borderline mocks you, fucking you faster with each thrust.

You grunt in response, fully accepting the label of cock drunk. “So…good, Eddie!” It’s just…fucking true, which is the only rational thought in your brain for the moment. Others are So Hot, and Big Ass Cock, and finally, Gorgeous fucking body.

“Your pretty pussy is so tight, baby, bein’ such a good girl for me.” Eddie sits up, pulling your ass down to where he can fuck you in a better position where he can hit your g-spot. He rests a hand sideways on your lower tummy, putting slight pressure on it. This sends a blinding hot pleasure into you as he repeatedly hits that spot.

“F-fuck, get-getting cl-close…” you stutter, feeling your tits bounce at the sheer force he's fucking you with.

“This is fucking embarrassing, but so am I, baby.” He mutters, starting to go at a faster rate, which you would've deemed impossible a few seconds ago. “Your pussy is so fucking good, can’t fuckin’ help myself.”

You half giggle, half moan at the flattery, not minding for one moment that he would cum so quickly. After all, he spent the first half paying most of his attention to you, so you understand if he's been pent up. While that is the reality of why, you can’t help but feel like hot shit for making someone as fantastic as Eddie cum so fast. His stamina and willingness to give on top of how gorgeous he is does nothing but boost your ego.

“Cum with me.” You beg him, also on the edge. “Cum in me.”

“Oh my god—” you make his hips stutter, and you smile with pride. “You sure, baby?” He asks, trying to make sure he covers his tracks.

“Cum in me, please, daddy!” It leaves your mouth before you’re unable to stop it, the daddy kink not quite something you break out on the first fuck most of the time.

Eddie, however, is a different breed. He meets the unexpected outburst with a growl, and you swear his cock twitches inside of you. “Of course, baby girl, whatever you want.” He grunts out. “Daddy is gonna fill you the fuck up.” He lurches forward so he’s skin on skin with you again so he can whisper in your ear. “When we go back downstairs, I’m gonna keep your panties, and you're gonna dance with my cum dripping down your fucking legs.” You tighten up around him, telling Eddie this is exactly what you wanted from him. The sweet mixture of praise and degradation makes your head spin with need. “You like that, huh? Of course, you’d like that you fucking slut.” His hips rut harshly against yours and at a stupid crazy speed. “If I catch you trying to clean yourself up, you’re gonna fucking hear about it, got it?”

You nod, entirely thrilled about this.

“Didn’t fuckin hear you, slut.”

“Got it, daddy.” You answer, right on the edge.

“You gonna cum with me, baby girl?” He asks, his voice strained.

“Mmhmm. Waiting for you.”

“Good fucking girl. I’m so close…fuck…gonna—” Eddie is interrupted by his own orgasm, which sends you over the edge with him. It’s not as intense as your last one, so you’re able to pay extra attention to the look on his face. His mouth half open, a deep moan leaving his throat.  Oh god, you’ll definitely be remembering this next time it’s only you and your imagination.

He collapses on you, his chest and forehead covered in sweat. The only sound in the air is you and Eddie catching your breath together. Your breath is finally back in your lungs, but your heart is still racing against his chest. He suddenly sits himself back on his forearms, petting at your forehead and hair gently. “Fuck, please go out with me on Saturday.” He whispers, quietly assessing the expression you wear on your face.

“Huh?” You ask him, unsure you heard him correctly.

“Go out with me on Saturday. Please, I can’t fuck a pussy this good and not take you out on a hot date.” He mutters softly, placing the gentlest of kisses on your lips.

“If you think I’m letting you go after this, you’re fucking insane.” You whisper back, framing his face to grab it for another lush kiss.

Eddie sighs, petting your hair. “Thank fucking god.” He pulls out of you, tugging a whimper out of you. He gives one last kiss, before moving down your torso. You almost ask what he was doing, when you feel two of his fingers push inside you quickly.

Your head jerks up, wondering what in the ever-living hell he's doing.

“Just helping by pushing the cum back in you, baby. Wanted to give you at least a fighting chance before it starts dripping down these stunning thighs of yours.” He places a wet kiss on your thigh, one last quiver radiating through it. “You good to stand up?”

“Hope so.” You laugh, scooching your ass down the plain comforter. Eddie tosses you your dress and gets dressed back into his cheap costume himself.

You assess Eddie, fixing his hair so he doesn’t look so disheveled. “You realize my lipstick is all over your neck and face, right?” You ask him, assessing him in all his post-nut glory. How the fuck is anyone this hot?

“Didn't I tell you earlier that I'm gonna wear this shit with pride, darlin?” He asks you, giving you a smile that makes you melt. “Wanna go downstairs and make-out on Steve's dad’s stupid chair?”

“If we make out I might wanna blow you.” You admit, the effects of the alcohol and the level of his hotness has still completely taken over your brain.

Eddie groans, and you swear his pupils dilate. “Fuck, I’ll take you into the nearest hallway closet if that happens, then you can get on your knees and suck my cock off like a good girl. You just tell me, yeah?”

You giggle as he opens the door and you nod enthusiastically, pretty much already in your head that hooking up with Eddie is nowhere near done.

When you reach the bottom of the steps, Eddie tugs on your hand straight to the leather chair in the corner, having you sit across his lap as his tongue makes its way down your throat again.

Eventually, after a mere ten minutes of teasing, Eddie has to lead you to a hallway closet, where yes, you worship him on your knees with his treasure trail meeting your nose.

That was the best fucking Halloween, ever.

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[little-diable]

Afraid - Dean Winchester (smut)

Y'all asked for some jealous!posessive!Dean, so who am I to deny that wish? I came across a Dean edit paired with the song "Afraid" by The Neighbourhood, I guess that set the mood. Honestly, it's just pwp, but I ain't sorry. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean is tired of watching men trying to chat (y/n) up wherever the brothers take her. Dean is tired of faking his disinterest in the reader. Dean is tired of holding back.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, oral (m), car sex, but some fluff and a love confession

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.2k words)

The sound of her boots meeting the ground was drowned out by the music echoing through the bar and the chatter filling the air. She was working on the adrenaline still thumping through her veins, riled up by the hunt Dean and her had just finished, wiping their weapons clean before they found their way to this very bar, ready for some distraction before they left this town in the morning. 

With a bright – yet awfully fake – smile glued to her lips, (y/n) made her way to the bartender, studying the man who was focused on the drinks he kept preparing. She was too concentrated on the game she was about to play with the guy, all too used to these moments, to notice the eyes of some other men on her frame, intently studying the woman’s body.

“Hi.” Her soft voice forced the bartender’s grey eyes to find hers, grinning at the smiling woman. He was handsome, with his bright, stormy eyes and the black hair he had gelled back, yet he was nowhere near as handsome as the green-eyed hunter she had been friends with for years by now. Dean fucking Winchester, the man who had an awfully confusing grasp on her body and soul, holding her heart in his hands, crushing it whenever he turned from her to find shelter in another woman’s bed. 

“Hi, darlin’. What can I get for you?” Before (y/n) could speak her and Dean’s order, an unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind her. 

“Give the lovely woman a few shots it’s on me.” Slowly (y/n) turned towards the man, eyes finding his greedy ones, trying to keep her disgust from finding its way to her features. A soft chuckle left her, hoping to distract the man for a few seconds, while she figured out a way out of this situation. 

“Mhm, thank you, that’s very sweet.” (Y/n) tried to turn away from him, though without any luck, stopped by the hand finding its way to her waist. 

“Not so fast, pretty. At least tell me your name.” A groan threatened to claw through (y/n), eyes fluttering in annoyance the man clearly mistook for shy flattery, making the smirk he wore on his thin lips grow. 

“It’s Mandy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my friend is waiting for me.” The man’s hand didn’t move, tightening its grip on her waist. With her lips forming a snarl, (y/n) was hellbent on fighting her way out of this, it wasn’t the first time a man tried to chat her up against her will, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, all too used to these uncomfortable situations. Though while her mind raced to find a snarky reply, she was gently though determinedly pulled away from the man.

“Hey, I was talking to her!” Her mind didn’t get the chance to concentrate on the man’s loud voice, distracted by the all-too-familiar scent forcing its way up her nose. For a second (y/n) allowed her eyes to flutter close, relaxing in Dean’s possessive grasp, concentrating on his scent, of the feeling of his muscles pressing against her frame, wordlessly telling her that he wouldn’t let her go. 

“Well, now she’s done talking to you. Let’s go, baby, I want to get out of here.” The man got no chance to protest, forced to watch Dean guide (y/n) through the crowd and out into the cold evening. She inhaled a few breaths, wrapping her arms around herself the second Dean let go of her, searching the distance between them.

“Not that I don’t appreciate your help, but I would have managed just fine on my own, Dean.” He was walking a few steps ahead of her, coming to an abrupt stop the second she spoke the words. Dean turned towards her with dark eyes, features pulled into a hard frown, looking at (y/n) as if she was a supernatural being he was about to kill.

“I’m so fucking sick and tired of watching these men get their hands on you. Do you even know what seeing that does to me?” Dean’s voice carried an unfamiliar kind of anger, dripping with possessiveness, with jealousy. Her heart started racing in her chest, forcing heat to rise to her face, wondering where this was coming from. (Y/n) kept her gaze focused on Dean, eyebrows furrowed together as the seconds kept ticking by, trying to figure out what was going on inside his mind. “You know what, forget it.”

“Absolutely not. Talk to me, Dean, where is this coming from?” She reached for his hand before he could try to start walking once again, eyes drawn to hers like a moth drawn to any source of light. (Y/n) could tell that he was fighting an inner battle, tongue kissing his teeth, fingers forcing themselves closer to hers, interlacing them with his. 

“I,” a deep, almost defeated exhale left Dean, wondering how to put his thoughts into words. But the second the sound of somebody stepping out of the bar found its way to the two, it was as if he was lured out of his trance, letting go of (y/n). “I can’t do this, not here.”

Dean started walking towards Baby without looking back, growling something under his breath (y/n) couldn’t pick up. With determination guiding her, she jogged towards him, forcing him to a halt in front of Baby once again, murmuring his name. The last thing she heard before Dean turned towards her, reaching for (y/n) to press her against Baby, was an angry “Fuck it” leaving the tall man.

Her gasp was swallowed by his lips finding hers, kissing her hungrily as if they had been parted from one another for years, dreaming of their shared kisses, clinging to bits and pieces of their memories. Both moaned in unison, allowing their tongues to meet, turning the kiss even more heated. 

Slowly he parted from her, allowing the both of them to catch their breaths. His cold hands found their way to her warm cheeks, thumb stroking along her swollen lips as he pondered over his words. (Y/n) struggled to concentrate on anything but his touch, taken up by the feeling she had been desperate to feel for years, wondering if and how Dean would touch her. 

“You’re mine, you always have been, and you always will be. I won’t share you, just the thought of it makes me sick.” Dean’s growled words shot heat to her core, walls clenching around nothing. Wordlessly she pulled him down for another kiss, needing to feel him close once again, not fully trusting that this wasn’t just a trick of her imagination. Dean pressed her even further against Baby, keeping her trapped to make her feel every inch of his body, groaning the second his growing bulge came in contact with her desperate heat. “Do you feel what you do to me? I should fuck you right here, for them to see that you’re mine, mine only.”

A whimper left (y/n) at his words, drawing a dangerous chuckle from Dean as he let go of her, giving her just enough space to find her way to the passenger seat. Her eyes didn’t dare part from his features, trying to soak up every second. She couldn’t stop her grin from widening as her hands began to move, finding his thigh before Dean could catch up on what she was trying to do. He shot her a warning look, teeth nibbling on his lower lip, but her hands kept moving, finding their way to his crotch, feeling his hardening cock strain against the fabric of his washed-out jeans. 

“Sweetheart,” Dean choked on the word, struggling to keep his eyes focused on the road. (Y/n) didn’t speak up, she began to shift in her seat, leaning towards him to free his growing cock from the confines of his clothes. The groan that left Dean filled her with giddiness, spitting into her palms before she touched him for the first time, slowly stroking him. “Fuck, feels so good, been dreaming of this.”

Her soft chuckles forced a grin to widen on Dean’s lips, freezing the second he felt her warm breath clashing against his soft skin. Without another warning, she parted her lips, spitting onto his tip before she took him in her mouth. The groan that left Dean echoed through Baby, a sound that forced (y/n) to hum around him, making the sound vibrate on his skin. 

Even though Dean tried to concentrate on the dark road ahead, he felt his concentration slipping, parking Baby on the side of the road before (y/n) realised what he was doing. With one hand getting tangled in her hair, Dean roughly pulled her off his cock and back in for a teeth-clashing kiss. 

“Get in the backseat, I need to fuck you now.” The rough tone of Dean’s voice left (y/n) moaning, struggling to make her way to the backseat with her thoughts focused on the things Dean would do to her. He didn’t waste any time the second she found him hovering over her, hands pulling on her trousers and panties to expose her dripping cunt, groaning at the sight. 

His calloused fingers touched her expertly, circling her pulsing bundle with just enough pressure to push her into another dimension. Within seconds Dean had turned her into a blabbering mess, choking on her words as he pushed two fingers into her tightness. He didn’t hold back, kept her pinned to the leather seat with his free hand finding her throat. 

“You’re mine, your body belongs to me from now on.” For years she had imagined moments like this, wondering if she’d ever be fortunate enough to feel him this close, wondering how it must feel to have his hands on her. She could stay buried beneath him till the end of their time, allowing Dean to touch her as he pleased. 

“Dean,” she whispered his name, unable to use any more strength with his hand choking her just the way she liked. “Fuck me, please.”

Dean stared down at her for a few seconds, nodding his head as he pulled away, reaching for his wallet to pull out a condom. Within moments he placed himself on top of (y/n), aligning his tip with her cunt. With their eyes holding contact, he pushed into her, groaning at the feeling of her walls fluttering around him. 

Her lips parted at the feeling of Dean slowly pushing into her, allowing (y/n) to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. Dean stared down at her, eyes growing a few shades darker at the sight of her pleasure drunken features, finding excitement in her moans. Only as she nodded her head, teeth buried in her lower lip, did he start a faster rhythm, set on pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Dean, feels so good.” One of his hands found its way back to her throat, holding onto her as he fucked her faster, deeper, set on making her remember this very night till their last moment together. The Impala moved with his every thrust, keeping them protected from any dangers waiting out in the dark, allowing the two lovers to give in to their every emotion. 

“Been imagining this for years, but you feel even better than I thought, fuck, it’s like you were made for me, sweetheart.” (Y/n) couldn’t reply, could only clench around him with her eyes squeezed shut and her fingernails leaving crescent shapes on his neck. She held onto him as if he was about to disappear, about to leave her behind – even though she very well knew that Dean would never let go of her, forever holding her close.

The second Dean tightened his grip on her throat, she found herself looking up at him, allowing heat to rise in her system as she picked up on the love swimming in his pupils. Dean tilted his head down to press a kiss to her lips, momentarily distracting her from the feeling of his cock nudging her swollen spot, leaving her body tingling.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” The simple command rolled off Dean’s tongue, filling the Impala with another wave of heat to crawl up her body. With one arm slung around his neck, the other found its way down her frame, fingers rubbing her clit. Dean could swear that he was finally in heaven, that he had finally found his peace with her buried beneath him, finally his to love. 

(Y/n) could only whisper Dean’s name, eyes once again falling shut as she came. He fucked her through her high, staring down at her with his lips pulled into a smirk. It took Dean a few more moments before he gave in, letting a string of curses roll off his tongue. 

“I love you, sweetheart.” His words made tears well up in (y/n)’s eyes, pulling him down for one last kiss before she repeated the three loving words.

[sowhat-whynot]

Boyfriend tag!

request: “maybe do our own version of doing his makeup like mandy did w martin?”

a/n: this request had a few ideas in one btw also this is my first lil story on here so go easy on me, queens.

bf!hamzah x fem reader

──★ ˙ ̟🐇 ꩜ .ᐟ

Being a youtuber was fun cuz you got to come up with your own ideas and no one could stop you so naturally, you wanted to piss Hamzah off a bit. You had asked him to come film a ‘boyfriend tag’ video with you but there was something he didn’t know…that you’d also be doing his makeup while answering questions.

filming…

“Hi loves! Welcome back to my channel today I have someone special with me, my boyfriend” you say excitedly.

“Hi everyone! I’m so pumped to be on here” Hamzah says, pumping his fist a little.

“Why dont you tell em what we’re doing today” you say with a smirk.

“She’s gonna give me that hawk tuah on cam!!” Hamzah giggles.

“Hamzah what the hell is wrong with you” you look at him in disgust.

“I’m sorry…so, we’re doing a boyfriend tag and this is basically for y/n’s viewers to kinda get to know me since I might pop into frame from time to time and then you guys are gonna comment ‘who is that fine sexy man in the background’ and you’ll know it’s me!” Hamzah explains.

“You explained that perfectly but I have a surprise for you” Hamzah look a bit confused.

“I’m gonna make you look beautiful and do your makeup, like I’ve always wanted to!!!”

“Are you serious” He stares at the camera.

“Yes, because one day Hamzah was watching me do my makeup and asked ‘how do ya know how to do that’ and today’s your lucky day, babe. You’re gonna find out” you explain.

“You know what whatever” Hamzah gave in.

-

You face towards your boyfriend to apply foundation with a brush while asking a few questions you came up with.

“Hamzah tell the viewers you name and birthday”

“Is this a joke?” He laughed, not believing that this was the whole point of the video.

“Just answer bruh. The viewers wanna know!” You say as you blend the foundation into his skin.

“Hi i’m Hamzah and i was born on March 5th, 2002”

“Ok, next question is ‘describe your high school self in 5 words’”

“Hot, cool, goofy, got bitches” He proudly answered.

“You know what..hell yeah! Except for the last one i know you got no girls and they probably all ran away from you boi”

“Next question, y/n”

You continued on with the question and you were the happiest girl alive giving your boyfriend the makeover of his life. You smiled while applying some of your pretty pink blush on his cheeks. You two got so distracted from goofing around it made it hard to take the youtube video seriously.

“No way it takes this long to apply all of this. You girls do this everyday??” He asked, appreciating your hard work.

“Yeah but honestly it’s not about how long it takes, it’s about how gorgeous you’re gonna look at the end. Like a pretty princess”

“Oh my god” Hamzah turns his head away from you.

“Look at me Hamzah i still have more questions” your hand reaches to his chin making him look at you.

“Next question is ‘do you remember our first date’” you ask while applying press powder on his face.

“Of course I do! It was a fun picnic date and I gave you a kitty plushy as a gift and we ate yummy food and I couldn’t take my eyes off you, i still can’t, you’re just so beautiful. Even the dress you wore. It’s forever engraved in my mind” His words are so genuine it makes your heart melt.

“Aww babe that’s actually so sweet i love you” you practically look at him with heart eyes.

“Okay is the makeup almost done i wanna see”

“You ruined the moment..yeah i just gonna curl your lashes and put on a lippie”

“I don’t know what you just said but please do it fast” he impatiently said.

“Hamzah don’t move your eye im gonna curl it”

“What da hell is that tool!” He yelled.

“Bro bear with me and do as i say” you gently clamped his lashes and apply mascara on him.

You added some finishing touches: eye glitter, eyeliner, and a glossy lip. You turn to the camera and giggle a bit.

“Is it bad? Can i see y/n! Stop laughing” Hamzah said.

“Guys i think i did a beautiful job. Look at it!!! The eyes are so cute” You grabbed the camera and did a close up shot.

You prop the camera back on the tripod and grabbed a mirror to reveal the final look to him.

“Okkk now look” You handed the mirror to Hamzah.

“Holy shit y/n…i look different” he gasps as he touches the eye makeup.

“You’re giving Hamzah Charles” you laughed.

“Honestly guys she did a good job and i think i’m into boys now” he said to the camera.

“Okay i’m ending this video” you quickly say.

You did your usual outro and Hamzah just smiled while you did so. You turned your camera off and giggled at Hamzah. He gave a confused laugh, not really sure what was so funny.

“Now we’re gonna do a photo shoot” you jump in excitement.

“Are you serious!”

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The Deal - Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader

To be honest, I don’t know why it started. I made a deal with Y/N that if she pretended to be my girlfriend so I could avoid Andrea, then I’d do whatever she wanted for a day. It was stupid. I didn’t even like Andrea. We had sex at a party one time and suddenly she was following me everywhere. Of all the people I could’ve asked to fake date me, I don’t know why I asked Y/N. Some neo-freudians can claim that it was my subconscious trying to manifest my hidden urges into real life, or a neuroscientist can claim that I’m not a genius and that I’m actually stupid. I’d definitely agree with both perspectives. 

At first I was shocked that Y/N even agreed. We’re close friends, sure, but it was definitely a higher-stakes ask. When she said yes, I felt a bubbling excitement, but I wrote it off as excitement that I could finally get Andrea to leave me the fuck alone. 

It started slow. We’d hold hands at school, skip class to smoke together. Nothing out of the ordinary for us. Usually, I’d hold her hand in the busy hallways to ensure she wouldn’t get pushed around, and we always shared our cigarette and weed stashes with each other. That was phase one. 

Phase two consisted of being seen alone together in public. I’d saved up some money from doing other kids’ homework, so I’d start taking Y/N out on dates. Not under the L or to the Alibi where we could get free beer, but actual dates where people would see us. Little diners nearby, nothing to expensive. We’d go after school most Fridays and get fries or milkshakes to share. Pretty soon, rumors were spreading that Lip Gallagher was no longer available for a quick fuck because he was dating Y/N L/N. 

Phase three was the phase I figured would keep Andrea away for sure. Y/N and I would leave classes and pretend to fuck in janitor’s closets and bathrooms, locking ourselves in and fake moaning, trying not to laugh at each other over how stupid it all seemed. She’d started sleeping over in my room as a “just in case”, and it worked out for both of us. If Andrea was ever walking by the house, she’d see us walking in or out together or in the windows. It worked for her because she got to avoid her home life. We’d share cigarettes curled up in the top bunk together, laughing over how we’d gotten $50 each from one kid’s tutoring session. Andrea didn’t stand down. 

Phase four was the last and final phase that Carl, Ian, and I had planned to keep Andrea away. Y/N and I would go to a party, drink a lot, get a little handsy, and head back home together. Andrea was a party girl for sure, and there’s no way she’d miss one, which made it easy for Y/N and I to execute the finale of the operation. Ryan Bodero was hosting a big party, and Y/N and I thought it would be a good one to finalize our mission. We arrived fashionably late (we smoked a joint together to help us get through the evening) and the party was in full swing. Drunk students everywhere, clouds of smoke, loud music, and enough alcohol to be a full-service bar. I squeezed Y/N’s hand, guiding her through the crowd. She let go of my hand to hold onto my bicep as she stood on her tip-toes to whisper in my ear. 

“Andrea’s over there, by the bar, you wanna get a drink?” she pulled away and smirked. I nodded at her before rejoining are hands and heading over to the “bar”. We stood right next to Andrea. Perfect. 

“Alright, baby, what do you want? I’ll make it for you,” I was playing the role of good boyfriend probably louder than I needed to, but whatever it took. Y/N giggled, twirling her hair and pretending to think. “Hmm, what about a vodka cranberry?” she requested. Of course, after being friends for years, I knew that’s what she wanted. I nodded and kissed her forehead before moving over down the counter to mix her drink. I’d never kissed her forehead before. The only PDA we exhibited were hugs and handholding, but it felt natural to place a kiss there, like I was keeping her safe while I was away. After everything she’s been through, it’s what she deserves. I’m supposed to be her loving boyfriend, afterall. 

I finish her drink and bring it over to her, a beer in my other hand for me. She takes her drink and takes a sip, knowing before she even tasted it I made it how she likes it. She smiled at me, wrapping one arm around my neck in a brief hug and pulling away. It was too soon. “Thanks, honey! I’m gonna go talk to Laila real quick and then I’ll be back!” I watched her walk away, smiling even after she left and leaned up against the counter, looking around the room. When I turned to my right, Andrea was suddenly there. 

“So, you and Y/N, huh?” she asked. Thank god, she’s finally accepting that I don’t like her, and she’ll move on. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Best thing that ever happened to me!” I laughed. “Ha, well, I don’t think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her,” Andrea says. I’m confused, and she can see it on my face, so she grabs my chin and turns my face to where she’s looking. Y/N and Ryan Bodero are talking, a bit too close for comfort, and his hands are on her hips. Only, she doesn’t seem to want them there. I feel my blood boil, ripping my face from Andrea’s grip. 

“Hey, asshole!” I say, walking towards Ryan. “That’s my girl, didn’t you know?” Ryan rolls his eyes and laughs, “No, but I don’t think she cares.” He pulls her closer for emphasis, but she tries to pull away, an uncomfortable look on her face. “Let me go,” she says to him before looking at me, practically begging me to do something. 

“Alright look, Ryan, I get that you have no respect for women, but let me teach you something. When a lady says no, you respect her,” I tell him, smashing my beer bottle on the side of his head. He lets her go and stumbles backwards, but comes back for me. We throw a few punches back and forth. My knuckles are hot, but I barely notice the pain. He can’t treat Y/N like that. I won’t allow it. He gets me in the eye, and I’m sent backwards. I go to lurch forward again, but Y/N touches my bicep. 

“Lip, you’re hurt, let’s go please,” she says. I nod at her, seeing her concern, but I turn to Ryan. “This isn’t over.” Ryan turns back to his friends as Y/N and I walk away. I hear her mutter, “yes, it is over.”

It’s a short walk back to my place, Y/N still clung to my arm, quiet but worried. When we walk inside, she tells me to go sit in the kitchen. I do. She grabs ice and some towels to clean up the blood and put ice on my eye to keep the swelling down. I’m sitting in the chair, and she’s standing in front of me, one of the few times she’s ever taller than me. I can’t help but stare up at her, but she doesn’t meet my gaze, too focused on cleaning the blood from my lip and nose. 

“Lip,” she starts. “You can’t just start fights like that. Someone could call the cops or maybe he’ll press charges! You can’t afford to go to jail.” 

“I know, baby,” the nickname rolling off my tongue like second nature and I barely notice her shoulders tense. “But he wasn’t respecting you, and he needed to be taught a lesson.” 

“No, he didn’t-” she starts to argue. “Dammit, you’re my girlfriend and I love you! Let me look out for you, please!” I’m slightly exasperated, not even realizing my confession. She’s shocked, lips parted like she wants to say something but can’t. I sigh, slouching in the chair, defeated. 

“Look, I know that wasn’t the deal. You didn’t sign up for a real relationship. But we’ve been friends for years and I’ve had a crush on you but I kept trying to get over it because I didn’t wanna fuck things up and here I am fucking things up but the more we fake dated, the more it felt real and I know in reality you’re single and you can do what you want but seeing my girlfriend being harassed by some asshole just made me so mad and I just lost it. I’m sorry.” I don’t usually talk about my feelings. I don’t even remember the last time I talked about my feelings. But I needed her to know that it wasn’t a spur of the moment thing, that I wasn’t just lonely. That I really cared for her. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. 

I feel her run her fingers through my hair, her rings gently tugging on the strands. 

“You’re right, baby,” she says softly. I look up at her, and we make eye contact for the first time since we walked through the door. “You’re my boyfriend. I should let you look out for me, just like you should let me look out for you. We’re in this together, right?” I nod, at a loss for words, still processing. I wrap my arms around her, my head hitting just below her breasts as I hold her tightly, her fingers still moving through my hair. 

“What do you say we forget this whole deal and we just date like we’re supposed to?” 

We both liked that idea.

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Incandescent

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes Summary: Bucky and Steve try to put on a show for you. Word Count: Over 1.7k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, implied vaginal and anal sex, threesome, bondage, dirty talk, tension, polyamory, possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome back to my Howling Commandos Tattoo AU! Have you missed them? I know I have! I was nervous posting this as this my first dive into dynamics with Steve and Bucky, but I love it. If that isn't your jam, feel free to skip! ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby ​but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nixakimbo ! Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky and Steve were your world. You weren’t afraid to voice that. In fact, you were proud to be on their arms when you were out together. You had their hearts and vice versa. You were their best girl. Their Blossom. Nothing would ever change that.

But once you got your hands on them, you were going to strangle them. Not enough to inflict real damage. You would never. You loved them. But they were going to feel some sort of wrath.

Fucking tattooed bastards.

You struggled against the binds, your wrists bound tight enough to keep you from escaping, but not enough to hurt you. Like you wouldn't hurt your boys, they would never harm you either. Your core throbbed enough to ache when they knelt on each side of you and faced each other on the bed.

Why did I let them talk me into tying me up? Damn them and their persuasiveness.

As Bucky moved his hand upwards to cup Steve's cheek, they smiled. From their profiles, you caught a hint of playfulness and something deeper before their lips met. A bond between two men who had been through hell and back together. Somehow you became their heaven on earth, allowing them to be with you and each other. And wasn't that the beauty in your relationship? Boundlessly loving and trusting each other?

No. I will not get mushy. Not when I'm frustrated.

Bucky’s tongue darted out to lick along Steve’s bottom lip as he pulled away. “I think Blossom wants a taste,” he said, turning his head to wink at you. Had you voiced your frustrations out loud or did he know you well enough that being a mere spectator wouldn't be enough today?

Both.

“And she’ll get one when we’re ready,” Steve stated, a sympathetic smile on his face as he gazed down at you. You wondered if he was secretly a sadist since he seemed to take pleasure in your current “pain”. “We made you too greedy, didn’t we, sweetheart?”

You squinted, trying your best to glare when they chuckled at your predicament. “You know why I’m greedy? Because you two can’t keep your hands off me OR your tongues, fingers, and cocks out of me. Excuse me for getting a bit used to it when you're to blame.”

Steve chuckled at that, not disagreeing with you.

He better not. I'm right.

A coo left Bucky’s mouth as he leaned down, his lips moving along your cheek before they stopped at your ear. “Who said we’re not giving you our tongues, fingers, AND cocks? Stevie and I just wanna have a little fun first while you watch. Is that so bad? Hmm?”

You whined in response, your hips rising and pussy begging for attention. Mandy joked that your libido was in permanent overdrive thanks to your boys and she wasn’t wrong. Your body craved and welcomed them. They fit like a glove, missing pieces that made you whole.

It was also a sight watching them. The view alone would've been enough to disintegrate your panties had they not destroyed them already. But tying you up so you couldn’t touch? Not even a small feel of Bucky’s bicep or Steve’s chest? It was cruel and unusual punishment and there would be retribution. Those bastards would rue the day.

No clue how, but they will.

“Do you need to touch us that badly? Are you that desperate for us?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow when Bucky leaned back up.

“Yes! Have you seen you two?” You asked as they shifted their gazes to look each other over. They shed their clothes before they bound you to the headboard, giving you a chance to admire them. Hard muscles, sculpted tattoo gods, one blonde and one brunette. “You were created for at least one person in the world to worship you and drive people insane.”

“Aww, I think she wants to worship us,” Bucky smiled, gliding a hand down Steve’s chest. You watched the blonde swiftly inhale, knowing how much he loved the slow drag down his body. “What do you think?”

“Buck,” Steve groaned when Bucky firmly wrapped a hand around his cock.

“Maybe you can fuck my throat first?” The brunette suggested, lazily pumping him as you bit your lip. “Or at least let me get my mouth around it. Get your cock sloppy and wet before you fuck our girl.”

“Please,” you moaned, unable to spread your legs any further since they were still planted on either side. “I need it.”

If begging is what it takes, I'll do it.

“Or you can suck my cock before I fuck her? I know you love watching me slide in and out of her sweet pussy. She always takes me so well,” Bucky went on, Steve’s eyes slipping shut as he began to leave open mouth kisses on his neck. You understood why Steve shivered. Bucky had a very talented mouth. “Too bad she can’t touch herself while she watches like last time.”

Yeah. Too fucking bad.

“Touch her, Buck,” Steve ordered, making you and Bucky gasp when he gripped his hair and pulled him back with a smirk. “Slip those fingers in her cunt and show me how soaked she is from the sight of us.”

You were fairly certain that Bucky and Steve were the only men in the world who could speak about you like you weren’t there and get you hot and bothered. They didn’t have to touch you to prove how wet you were, but you weren’t going to stop Bucky from curling his digits inside you. Especially when Steve gave the order in that deep, husky tone.

“Please, Bucky?” You asked sweetly, raising your hips again. “I know I've been a little mouthy and impatient, but please? Show Stevie how wet my pretty pussy is?”

You shrieked when Bucky’s hand suddenly came down on your throbbing cunt, the smack loud in your ears. “Not your pussy, doll. It’s ours. Now be good and open up,” he said, his voice rough as he bent down and spread your lips apart with one hand, the other still pumping Steve’s hard cock. “Our pussy really is pretty. What a fucking sight.”

“You gonna apologize for calling our pussy yours?” Steve questioned, arching into Bucky’s touch the moment he slipped two fingers inside your wet hole. It hardly stung, the relief as he thrust his fingers making you whimper. “I think you owe us one.”

“Okay. I'm sorry, you fucking tattooed bastards,” you said, smiling dreamily at Steve when he narrowed his eyes. He said to apologize, but didn’t say anything about getting mouthy. Again.

“And this is why we tied you up,” he said, wiping the smile off your face. “You beautiful brat.”

Not fair.

“Oh. Now you’re being mean, Steve,” Bucky said, smirking when he brushed a thumb over your swollen clit. “But I’m not mean, doll. Gimme a few minutes and I’ll get my mouth on your perfect tits. Love hearing you whimper when I drag your nipples between my teeth.”

You shuddered with your next breath, your breasts lightly shaking with your exhale. Both sets of eyes on you darkened at the movement, your cheeks hot as you squirmed. Maybe being tied up wasn’t such a bad thing after all. It didn’t give you a chance to hide from their hungry gazes. It left you open, vulnerable, ready for whatever they gave you.

And you’d take it all because you were strong and eager enough, just like they took everything you gave them. It made sense why you were their Blossom. You bloomed into the person you were now and they helped you continue to grow. In some ways, you did the same for them.

“And who said I’m not getting a taste of anything?” Steve said, batting Bucky’s hand away from his cock. “Take your fingers out.”

Bucky swiftly removed them, making you whine at the loss. A punched sound came from your gut a heartbeat later when Steve gripped Bucky’s wrist and sucked his fingers into his mouth with a grunt, not stopping until they were clean. “I may not need to get your dick wet if she's that soaked. You might be able to slide on in while I fuck you.”

Fuck, please.

It was Bucky’s turn to tremble when Steve nipped at his earlobe. “I think you’d like that. Me at your back. Her at your front. Both of us loving you the way you deserve,” he said, before he turned a fond gaze your way. One that made your throat go dry. “Loving each other the way we all deserve. I know our best girl would agree.”

“Of course, I do,” you whispered. That wasn't lust speaking, but the pure adoration you had for them.

“I love you both so much,” Bucky said without fear or hesitation, his blue eyes sparkling with joy.

You stopped shifting against the mattress, tears threatening to clog your throat. How could they simultaneously turn you on and resort you to happy crying? They made your heart and holes full.

“Love you both, too,” you said, your chest rising and falling with your next breath. “And I’ll be good and watch until you’re ready for me.”

Bucky swooped down to catch your parted lips with his. Heat surged through your body as his tongue fervently tasted your mouth. As quickly as it began, it stopped so Steve’s mouth could replace his. It was just as demanding and hungry as Bucky’s before they turned their attention back to each other, leaving you a panting mess as you watched captivated as they licked and sucked, their kiss rough and desperate.

You knew exactly how they felt.

Steve’s hand closed around Bucky’s cock, swallowing down his groan of pleasure as you could only look on. You found yourself smiling again as they got lost in each other, each of them making sure to keep a hand on you. They were beautiful. They were yours. And they were your home.

Still might strangle them a bit once I’m free. Nah. I’ll just sit on their faces. Much better way to suffocate them.

Until they took care of you, you’d enjoy the show.

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 11

Canada.

Frank Gallagher was in Canada.

“How’s it possible?” Desna had asked with wide eyes observing V that had just entered the house to inform her.

“Steve apparently,” Veronica had said, taking a breath.

“That’s fucked up,” Desna had said.

Her eyes followed Carl and Debbie as they played in the playgrounds. Since Kevin and Veronica were the only two with passports, they went with Steve to cross the border and bring Frank back to America. It was unbelievable that Steve had taken the man and left him in Canada, but, in all honesty, Desna didn’t feel like blaming him.

The girl looked at the children's play, running around as she was sitting on the swing. She was Carl’s age when she was taken away from her family. Her mother had been a drunk since a young age; she had tried to get sober more than once. Desna had been in and out of foster care for the first years of her life, from what she knew. Her first memories started when her mother had managed to get sober, cooking, playing, and regular stuff… it was during that period that Kev had met Desna and her mother; he was a neighbor, and Desna remembered that she liked to play with Kev even if she could not remember it clearly.

But when she was seven years old, he came into their life.

She remembered him the first time he met her. He was so charming, lovely, and friendly. Everyone in the neighborhood liked him. Desna liked him as well, and finally, she saw her mother happy and serene. And Desna was finally feeling like she could have a normal family, like the one her friends at school had. The day her mother married that man, he promised that he would take care of them, protect them, and that they would have been happy. And they believed it.

But they were wrong.

It didn’t take long for him to show his true face; a violent drug dealer, dangerous and egoistic. He got angry at everything, at anything, and he would beat her mother almost every day. Desna was eight, and he had terrorized her, telling her that if she had told what was happening to anyone, he would have killed them both. It didn’t take long for her mother to relapse. She started to drink again. And the worst part was that she said that she loved him and that he was right. She did nothing to protect herself or her daughter. And once his attention moved to Desna, she did nothing.

What kind of parents let their children suffer? What kind of parents choose themselves over their kids? They could not defend themselves. Parents were supposed to be there to show their children the way, not to keep drinking so that they could forget the struggles of their lives.

Social services saved Desna's life. When Kev knew what had happened, he looked for her and decided to take her in with V.

If Frank Gallagher had left, social services would probably have taken the Gallaghers away. But that could not happen.

She observed Debbie and Carl.

Desna was alone, they weren’t, and no one cared to keep siblings together.

They were stuck: a shit of a father or the perspective to face the future alone, without the people that they relied on the most.

“D,” as she heard Karen’s voice, Desna had to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

“You know my name very well, Karen,” she said without turning, “Cut the shit out.”

Karen giggled, sitting on the swing next to her, “Someone is stressed; why don’t you go fuck, Lip?” Then she gasped, “Oh wait, you can’t.”

Desna turned to Karen, “What do you want?”

“Always knew you were the jealous type,” Karen seemed very amused by what was going on, “I bet you can’t even think of how many things Lip and I are doing right now.”

That made Desna scoff.

“It’s not about that,” Desna answered, before turning away, “You wouldn’t understand anyway.”

She could feel Karen’s eyes on her, and she just wished that she would have left soon.

“You think you’re better than me?” Karen challenged.

Desna’s lips showed a smile as her eyes moved back to the girl next to her. “Yeah,” Karen said, seeming taken aback by her words.

“I give a shit about who I care about,” Desna said, “And in return, I want to know where I stand. Sex is fun, but I’m not a whore,” then she stood up, calling for the kids, “Honestly Karen, you two can fuck how much you want, I’m not jealous of you. I’m jealous that you have a space in his life.”

The days went by, Frank was back, and their usual life came back again. She went to school, studied, and went to work. She worked almost every day; she had nothing else to do, so why not earn some more money? She didn’t go to the Gallaghers as much, especially when she knew that Lip was at home. And when they met they didn’t really speak, they avoided look at each other more than they had to. And she missed him, but she was not going to tell him anything. Probably, it was better like that.

“Why do I need to study French?” Ian complained on top of the ladder as he organized the goods on a shelf.

“Culture?” Desna asked teasingly, “Helping a handsome French guy in need?” He glared at her when she passed him a bag of chips.

“It’s easy for you,” he complained, “You’ve got all straight A in French,” then it turned with a frown, “Are you taking Spanish classes as well?”

“Claro que sí,” he gave her another glare, which made her giggle as she passed him another good. "Come on, let me brag a little bit. These are the only classes where I got good grades,” she then said, taking a break. "Since I’ve stopped seeing Lip, even my grades are down.”

“What other things went down?” Ian asked with a teasing smile.

Desna tilted his head, “My patience to deal with smartasses,” Ian chuckled, getting off of the ladder.

“I didn’t think you’d resist this much without seeing each other,” Ian said as he approached another shelf. Desna followed him, taking a breath.

“Yeah, well…” she said, “I’m not planning to see him any time soon,” Ian turned to her, leaning his arm on the ladder, with a frown.

“I admit that I don’t understand Lip and his whole Karen thing. I can see why you broke it off,” He was saying, and her brown moved up in a frown.

“That’s not why I broke it off,” Desna stopped him. Her words took him by surprise.

“Then what happened?”

“I thought he told you,” she answered, confused.

“He told me you left him,” he said, his face grave as he observed her looking away with a scoff.

“Did he mention what he told me?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. And when he shook his head, she spoke again, “Lip is very vocal in calling Karen his best friend,” then she shrugged her shoulders, “That’s fine, I don’t care. But when I’ve asked him what am I to him, his answer was ‘a good fuck’,” Ian's eyes widened.

“Exact words?” He asked.

“Yep,” she said bitterly, nodding her head,

“Shit…” he muttered.

Then Desna took a breath. “I knew that he didn’t want a relationship,” she said. "And I knew that he had a thing for Karen, but… I don’t know…”

Ian observed her, “Did you two talk about you’re umm… situationship?”

“Not at first,” she answered honestly, “I mean, after the first time we had sex, we’d started to jump at each other at any moment we could,” they really did. After that night on the couch, they just couldn’t keep their hands on each other, and what started as steamy sex started out of nowhere became real encounters.

“I just wanted to know if he cares about me,” she admitted, “And it hurt me that he does not see anything else in me, if not sex.”

Ian’s hand moved to touch her arm, “I think he’s just an asshole,” he said, making her turn with a frown, “He can say whatever, but he would not be that upset if he didn’t care just a little.”

“Is he upset? Even now?” She asked with wide eyes, and Ian nodded his head. If he was upset, then maybe he cared, even just a little. Perhaps he missed her. And for some reason, she could not stop the smile on her face, “Am I a bitch if it feels good to know?”

Ian chuckled, “No,” and that made her laugh.

As they were laughing, the shop's door opened, making the two of them turn. Desna looked at Ian when she noticed Mandy Milkovich stepping into the shop.

“She is here for you,” Desna muttered. Ian shoved her a little.

Mandy was Mikey’s sister, and she was in the same grade as Ian and Desna. History class together. Lately, she has started to give Ian lots of attention, trying to talk to him every time she can. Desna had told Ian about her thoughts, but he usually dismissed her, saying that she was imagining things.

“I’m telling you, man, she is here to flirt with you,” she said, her eyes on Mandy, who was looking around.

“She is here to shop,” Ian said firmly.

“Of course she is; you’re a snack,” at her answer, he glared at her, and that made her giggle.

“Ian!” Mandy greeted him as she walked closer.

“I’mma go,” Desna said. She felt Ian's hand try to grab her, but she dodged him. She had noticed how Mandy seemed not to like when Desna talked to Ian, and for how much she loved him, she really didn’t want any more troubles with any Milkovich. She waved at Ian as she exited the shop, feeling a little bad and a little amused by how he was looking at her.

Desna was walking back home, her mind thinking about its favorite subject once again. Lip apparently was upset for some reason, and a part of her felt great about it. Maybe he really missed her, perhaps he really cared, but the other part of her told her that it was sex that he missed, only that, end, her joy started to die down a little.

“Hello,” Iggy Milkovich's voice made her stop. He was standing in front of her, observing her body with that gaze that really made her feel uneasy.

“What do you want?” she asked, unconsciously taking a step back when he approached. A viscous smirk was on his lips.

“You know what I want,” he said, moving his hand, but as his fingers touched her face, she slapped his hand away.

“I told you not to touch me!” She exclaimed, and he raided his hands with a low chuckle.

“No worries,” he said. I’m not going to do anything that you won’t agree to do.”

Her eyes studied his movements in case of any possible action from him, “That’ll never happen,” she stated firmly, but that chuckle left his lips again as he leaned forward.

“Don’t worry, you will,” he said.

“Why would I do that?” she asked in a shaky voice. She didn’t like his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat when he moved to speak into her ear.

“You’ll see,” those words suddenly made her feel cold and unable to move. Iggy looked at her one more time before walking past her.

He was starting to terrorize her. She didn’t like his eyes; there was only lust in them. He wanted to have her again, and she cursed herself for having put herself in that situation. She did exactly what she should have to avoid. As she felt him far from her, she let out a shaky breath. He was not going to hurt her. He couldn’t. She tried to convince herself that Iggy Milkovich would not have touched her, but her hands started shaking again.

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[heartsforhamzah]

CAPTURED THE MOMENT — hamzah al-emad x reader ˗ˏˋ🎰ˎˊ˗

key; hamzah , mandy , martin , reader. 

summary; reader has been a close friend of martin and mandy for a bit. while in the photo booth, the pair discovers their feelings for each other are reciprocated. if you do not like the idea, do not read, nobody is forcing you!! the kiss is short, and mentioned only for a second.

word count; 954 words

martin and mandy were your chosen family. this summer nearly every day you spent hanging out with them. after a while  you were introduced to hamzah. the addition of hamzah made you want to hang out that much more often. the curly haired boy was truly the whole package, sweet, just the right amount of goofy, and you swear everyday you’ve never laughed so much until you met him. 

mandy was the first to notice the spark between you and hamzah. she shared her finds with martin, and he’d agreed that you were both too oblivious to ever notice anything. you just needed a little… push. mandy talked hamzah up to you everyday, while martin would randomly bring you up in conversations where it didn’t make sense to.

“well, y/n is coming over today. if you’d want to be there?” 

hamzah found it awfully odd that martin was bringing you up constantly. every time they hung out, it was all “y/n , y/n , y/n” not that he really minded. it was just unusual. but he chalked it up to just martin being martin. after time, you both came to the realization that you did like each other, not even realizing that was your friends plan. the couple sat and watched as you pined over hamzah, and as hamzah slipped your nickname into every conversation and found any and all reasons to touch you. nothing was ever discussed between you guys, it just became a well known fact that you were hopelessly in love and were never going to admit it. 

today was a day that’d been planned for a while, the four of you would be going to the arcade. taking mandy’s car, you all piled in and drove to the arcade + bar. after arrival, you headed to the bar. with all of you being of age to drink, martin agreed to drive so you, mandy, and hamzah could drink. filling up several cards with chips, you split into two groups. mandy and martin being an obvious pair, which left you with hamzah.

the two of you played a couple games here and there. your favorite was the basketball one where you claimed you could very easily beat him, and 70% of the time you did. with some more strolling around the arcade, you and the boy found a photo booth.

“didn’t know this would be here,” you said.

“d’you want to do it? it’d be cute.” hamzah asked.

“mhm!” you replied and nodded your head eagerly. truth be told, you adored photo booths. back at your apartment you kept pictures from going to them with friends on multiple occasions. 

the two of you walked in, and sat down. maybe it was the shirley temple you’d been nursing since you had arrived, but you were feeling awfully bold. and unbeknownst to both of you, mandy had found you and was outside of the booth ready to go. the first picture was taken, a cute photo of just you smiling. seconds later the next was taken, without even having time to think about your next pose, you placed your lips softly on hamzah’s cheek just as the timer went off. you didn’t plan on it in the moment, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t thought about doing. the third photo was of you both looking at each other, a look of shock and realization that the pining was mutual. the fourth and final picture was a kiss, soft and sweet. the kiss was quick, but something about the way your lips found each other felt instinctive. the machine rang out the words “all done” and you headed to pick up the pictures. outside of where the photos would be dispensed from, mandy stood, watching you. almost immediately hamzah grabbed the two strips and handed them to you.

“will you hold on to these?” hamzah asked.

“of course hamzah! wouldn’t want to lose them.” you giggled, feeling like a schoolgirl having her first crush.

“no, no, wouldn’t want to lose them.” he said, his cheeks clearly very flushed.

“can i see the pictures?” mandy asked. “and we have time to kill, martin is still stuck playing guitar hero.”

diverting away from the topic of the photobooth, you suggest the three of you just go watch the older boy play his heart out. martin was clearly not very skilled at the game, which resulted in him whining about it the entire way back to the car. hamzah threw one arm around him as the four of you walked back to the car, shielding him away from you and mandy’s torment. 

the car ride home was awkward to say the least. you were stuck with martin driving, hamzah in the front seat, and a very tipsy mandy singing taylor swift in your ear. the entire time you held your purse tightly in your arms, as to not reveal what’d happened in the photo booth. how would the couple react to knowing this? did hamzah really like you back? were you a “thing” now? despite the fear you felt of what was to come, you couldn’t help but feel giddy. your face stayed frozen in the biggest smile. 

“what’s got you all giggly?” martin asked, it wasn’t directed to just you, or just hamzah. neither of you’d realized, but you were both grinning.

“the photo booth, martin!” mandy said excitedly, she was definitely feeling the drinks she had earlier. 

“oh shut up! nothing happened in the photo booth..” 

“alright, then why are you clutching your purse for dear life.. we know the pictures are in there, i just want to see!” mandy pleaded, repeating her earlier request. 

“no mandy, we just.. captured the moment. let us be.”

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[jesterwriting]

pairings: trafalgar law x reader

contents: smut, fluff, soft!law, sleepy sex, use of “good girl”

word count: 1.2k words

note: HI THIS IS MY SECRET SANTA GIFT TO MANDIE!! i hope you enjoy it, i wanted to give you soft law moments so here you go. [dribbles this like a basketball and tosses it at you] merry late christmas @mandiemegatron ily and i hope youre doing well >:3

You were warm. From your head to the tips of your toes, you were warm. Law mumbled in his sleep, one hand on the back of your head drawing you closer to his chest where you could feel the rhythm of his heart. You hummed softly, and brushed a lock of dark hair from his forehead. For once, he looked at peace, his expression slack and no longer hard or drawn in concentration.

Like a cat, he snuggled his face closer to your palm. You chuckled, allowing yourself to cup the side of his face and brush your thumb against his stubble. With a small sigh, his eyelids fluttered open.

“Did I wake you?” You asked.

Law hummed, the corners of his lips twitching into a teasing smirk. “You may have.” He placed a gentle kiss on your wrist, right over your pulse. “What do you plan on doing to make it up to me?”

With a giggle, you pulled his face, and his smirk, closer. “What do you have in mind?”

He thought for a moment, exaggerating the gesture with an upward roll of his eyes. You watched the show with your own smile growing by the second. It was the moments like these that you loved, when Law could be playful and loving. It was a stark difference from his usually reserved demeanor, a Law that was only for your eyes to see.

“I can think of a few ways.”

You didn’t let him continue that train of thought. Unable to help it, with those gold, half-lidded eyes and teasing smirk, you pulled him into a kiss. Law’s lips melted against yours, moving in slow, languid motions betraying his sleepiness from earlier. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer to him, legs tangled together under the covers. Law’s fingers traveled from your cheek to get lost in your hair, and with a light tug, he stole a moan from you. Swallowing the sound, you felt his lips twitch upward. He was proud of himself. It made your heart thunder in anticipation, knowing full well the direction the night was about to take. What had started as innocent would soon turn into a delectable passion you could never deny.

As if on cue, Law flipped you into your back, his body hovering over yours. With great effort, he pried himself from your lips to gaze into your eyes, his own full of affection. “Ready?”

You smiled and gave him a quick peck. “Always, Law.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. He was so close, you could feel the vibrations echo through your bones. Those long tattooed fingers that you couldn’t help but admire prodded at your mouth.

“Open.”

You obeyed happily. That earned you another pleased chuckle, a sound you would never grow tired of. Law slipped his digits past your lips into the warm cavern of your mouth. His skin tasted salty as you swirled your tongue around them, eliciting a low groan from your boyfriend.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

You would respond if you weren’t currently preoccupied. With a ‘pop,’ Law removed his fingers from your mouth and trailed them down your exposed stomach, past your navel, and to your waistband. He toyed with the fabric before slipping them into your pants and between your folds, already wet from your earlier makeout session.

“Is kissing you really all it takes,” He asked rhetorically.

You were halfway through a fond roll of your eyes when his fingers slipped inside of you. Biting back a moan, your breath caught in your throat, and he laughed to himself as he drank in your expression. Law curled his fingers. He slowly pumped in and out of your pussy with a wet squelching nose. Fire ignited in your veins, scorching you from the inside out as he found that sweet spot deep inside of you. You let out a moan and pressed your lips to his. Tongue met tongue, Law’s grinding down on yours while he fingered you, hungry for more. When his thumb pressed against your clit, you couldn’t help but cry out.

Before you could fall over the edge, he pulled away. You whined and shifted your hips upwards, only to be met with a laugh. “Someone’s desperate. You can take it, can’t you?”

Desperate your ass. You could see Law’s need straining against his briefs, a wet stain of precum evident on the front of them. He was the one whose will was breaking here, not you. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Law could make you fall apart on his fingers more times than you could count. Not this time though, he needed to feel you around him, tight and wet, pulling him deeper inside of you.

“You’re the one who's desperate,” You countered.

Law only huffed in response. You watched his thumbs hook around the waistband of his briefs. Normally, he would make a show out of shimmying out of them, make you watch the motion of his hips, fabric caught at the base of his dick, begging to spring free. Not this time, though. His underwear was around his ankles before you had time to blink, your own pants not far behind. You fought a pleased grin. Law was acting like a man starved. It made you feel warm that only you could get him in this state.

The head of his cock teased your entrance for only a moment before he was sliding inside of you with a moan. Feeling full, you grinned up at his expression, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, lips parted ever so slightly as he bottomed out. You reached for him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull his lips to yours. Law kissed you. Not a long drawn out one, but several small ones across every inch of your face. Love made your heart swell, and your stomach tightened with pleasure when Law began to thrust deeper into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” He muttered against the shell of your ear. “I can’t take much of this.”

His admission made your cunt pulse, drawing another moan from Law. His forehead met yours, golden eyes gazing into yours with so much love, it made you lightheaded. You moaned as Law’s hips snapped to meet yours, again and again, the rhythm growing more eager with each second that passed. You knew he was close when he got sloppy, and sloppy he became.

He gasped, stealing a kiss from you. “Are you close?”

You nodded and brought his hands up to your breasts. His thumb circled your hardened nipples as your spine tingled against his ministrations.

“Fuck, I can’t-” He slammed into you one final time, his cum painting your insides white. Through the haze of his pleasure, he rubbed your clit until your own irgasm hit you like a truck. You arched your back off the bed and dug your fingers into his back. Law crooned, “That’s it. Just like that.”

It was hard to catch your breath for a moment. You panted heavily, only stopping your heavy breathing to allow Law to pepper your face with kisses. First your jaw, then your cheeks, then the corners or your lips, before he cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours. You fondly smoothed back his hair.

“I love you.”

Law’s eyes softened as he smiled down at you. “I love you too.”