#sub!lip gallagher

[gallaghersgal]

……. hey bestie 🚶‍♀️

“you look good with my hands around your throat” with lip, perhaps m word 👀

olive i'm kissing the ground u walk on cause this is just. yum. nsfw 18+. sub!lip, mommy kink, gentle dom!reader, choking, lots of praise

"you look good with my hand around your throat" from these subtle smut prompts. part of my 1,500 follower celebration!

you've been going at this for a while now, lip had come home from a tough day at the bike shop and all but collapsed into your arms. he's already cum inside you once, his face now hides in your neck as his hips buck sloppily into you. you're smiling to yourself, fingers carding gently through the curls at the base of his scalp, blissed out with your shoulders loose. "doin' s'good, 's it too much? y'need a break, baby boy?"

"n-no, not t'much," he manages, both arms wrapped securely around you while he continues to chase another orgasm. "mommy, please," it's a soft mumble, and your chest swells at the sweet vulnerability. his chest heaves as he pants, thrusts becoming sloppier and thighs shaking.

"you want me to ride you instead? hm?" you ask, rubbing his back softly and giving him time to process, to listen to his body and respond. a soft bite to your neck has you giggling softly before he pulls out and rolls onto his back. you reward him with a smattering of kisses against his soft, flushed chest before swinging a leg over his hips. pretty blue eyes stare up into your own when you sink down on his cock, a breathless whimper passing through your lips. "always so good, isn't it."

"s'good, fuck- mommy," he whines out, head thrown back and neck bared to you. an idea begins to form in your mind and you reach down, wrapping your hand around his throat as you begin to move. at first you just rest it there, but you can't help but apply a bit of pressure. his eyes snap open in a startled manner and you immediately pull your hand away.

“oh, sweet boy, ‘m sorry. i should’ve said somethin’ first,” you murmur, leaning down to place sweet kisses across his face. he's quiet for a moment, staring at the ceiling as you kiss him. you keep quiet, placating any fears he may have with smooth rolls of your hips.

when lip speaks again it's a quiet, breathless thing. "no, uh- do it... do it again."

"yeah?" you murmur, fingers curling around his throat. "you look so good with my hand around your throat. you like that don't you. like letting me shut your brain off like you do mine, huh?" all he can manage in response is a soft whimper and a nod, and you take pity on him, pressing down on his throat and moving your hips in deeper rolls.

[thebearer]

just thinking about brat tamer!lip, like he would literally fuck you until you can’t even think or do anything but whining and he'd be so mean about it, i love hiiiim <3 could u write something like that?

brat tamer! lip is so special to me bc he's so real for that lol.

minors dni 18+

"Why you gotta be so fuckin' mean, huh?" Lip grunted, one hand on the headboard to steady himself, the other tangled in your hair, yanking until your scalp screamed.

"Just gotta run that fuckin' mouth, huh? That's all you do? Just fuckin' run that mouth." A particularly hard thrust annunciated his irritation, leaving you gasping, a gut punch of a feeling to your cervix that had you breathless.

He was being mean, so mean, you'd made a point to tell him that too. You supposed you deserved it, for how mean you'd been earlier.

"What? You got nothin' to say now? No mean ass comments? C'mon, baby, let me hear you. You were so fuckin' loud and obnoxious earlier." Lip sneered, pulling back on your hair so you whined, pulling you into his chest. His hips didn't stop, hands moving to hold you lightly by your neck, just enough pressure to have you clenching and whimpering.

"You gonna say you're sorry t'me?" Lip rasped, nose pressed to your temple, hands snaking up your throat to grab your jaw, pull your face towards his. "Say you're sorry."

"'m n-not, sorry." You whined, legs wobbling when his hips snapped into you, sending you reeling all over again. "You were the one ignoring me-oh!"

"I was working, you fuckin' brat." Lip sneered, fingers curling and pressing into your jaw. "How about I come to your fuckin' job and start actin' all horny and desperate? See how you like it, huh?"

You pouted, satisfied that you'd gotten him so flustered and furious. "You'd like that though. I know you would. You'd like it if I came in and-and distracted you like this? Desperate." Lip growled.

"N-No, 'm not." You whined, your voice lilting and nasally, that pitch that had his abs clenching, waves of pleasure shooting through his own body.

"You are." Lip huffed, his breath hot on the shell of your ear, the ghosting of a whine trailing. "Say you are."

"No." You whimpered, hips grinding down to meet his thrusts, desperate for friction. You were already so close.

"Say it, or you don't get to cum." Lip commanded, yanking your jaw towards him so you faced him, noses brushing. "Say you were actin' desperate or I stop. I'll cum either way, but you... fuck, you won't get to cum."

You knew he was being serious. He'd jack himself in front of you, probably tie you up and make you watch while he told you what a bad girl you were. You huffed, bratty and petulant, making Lip suck his teeth.

"I-I was..." You leaned against his chest, head lolling back in pleasure when his free hand rolled your nipples. "I was desperate." You muttered, eyes closed, refusing to look at him when you grumbled the phrase.

"Look at me." Lip growled. "You know better, look at me."

You blinked, looking at him through hazy, blurred vision, lust drunk and so close to your own orgasm it was painful. "I-I was desperate, Lip, please." You whined, lip jutting out in the perfect pout.

His eyes flickered down to your lip, teeth baring and resisting the urge to bite your lip. Roll it between his teeth, pull it so he could hear you whine and cry. His cock twitched at the thought, hammering into you.

"Say you were a bad girl." Lip commanded, his free hand gliding down to your mound, fingers ghosting over your puffy lips, purposely avoiding your clit when he knew you were so desperate for him to touch you there- knew it would send you over the edge. "Say it."

"I-I was... Iwasabadgirl." You sobbed, his pointer finger pressing on your clit, rubbing just enough to have you bucking in his arms, legs shaking and flooding his cock, overtook by your own orgasm.

Lip held you while you shook, slow rocks of his hips until your eyes were glassy, body still shuddering with aftershocks. "There she is. There's my bad fuckin' girl." Lip grinned, lying you against the pillows, sprawled out and whimpering.

His hips ground slow against you, feeling your spasming clenches, hearing the wet squelch that filled the room. "Can you be good f'me? Lay there and let me finish?" Lip tilted his head to the side, tapping your cheek lightly to look at him, hovered above you with piercing eyes and flushed cheeks.

You nodded brainlessly, muttering some sort of agreed nonsense. Lip snorted lightly. "Good girl. 'm close, alright? Just give me a sec."

[cloudy-em]

hi!! can u do sub!lip gallagher maybe? plot is totally up to you i just feel like lip is so dominant usually n i wanna see a girl make him go into sub space for a change :)

of course babe!!

warnings: edging, vibrator usage, handjob, slight blowjob

sub!lip gallagher x fem!dom!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Lip," she starts, her voice trembling ever so slightly. It would be unnoticeable if he didn't know her so well. He looks up from his stack of papers, proofreading a classmate's college research paper and hums, signaling her to continue.

"I was just wondering if maybe we could try something new. In bed," she says. Lip perks up, excited to hear her proposition. She's normally so confident, and Lip is intrigued to hear what's gotten her so worked up.

"I want to dom you," she finally lets out, eyes closed.

"That's fucking hot," he breathes. "Hell yeah, babe, have your way with me."

"Strip and then lay on your back, hands behind your head," she orders. Lip doesn't hesitate, working quickly to follow her instructions. He didn't think it would be such a turn on to hear her boss him around, but he feels himself grow harder by the minute. He lays back as she demanded, and he can see the lust in her eyes as she approaches him.

"You're beautiful, baby," she tells him, and he literally moans at her word choice. "You want me to touch you? Hm?" Lip nods excitedly.

"Here?" she asks before kissing his cheek. "Or here?" She kisses his nose. He's groaning as she kisses him everywhere except where he wants her; his forehead, his biceps, his collarbone, his hands. He can feel the precum beginning to leak on his stomach and his dick is begging to be touched. Finally he groans.

"Can you please, please touch my dick?"

Y/N smirks and nods. "Well, since you asked so nicely." She licks one stripe from base to tip and Lip bucks his hips towards her mouth. She giggles at him, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. She squeezes slightly, and Lip whispers a "fuck".

She strokes him slowly at first, tightening her fingers around the swollen, red head. He continues to leak for her, moaning as she speeds up the pace of her strokes.

"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he announces, and she pulls her hand away. His eyes shoot open in shock, and she shrugs at him.

"I wasn't ready for you to cum," she tells him simply.

Y/N reaches over to the bedside table, opening a drawer and pulling out the vibrator Lip usually likes to use on her. She sees his eyes widen, and she smiles to herself. She flicks it on, grabbing his cock with her other hand and holding it up so she can press the vibrator to his base on the underside of his cock, just touching his balls. He moans, and Y/N smiles.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this, Lip?" He doesn't answer, too focused on how good it feels. She turns the vibrator setting up, and he bucks and groans.

"Answer me, please, pretty boy," she gently warns him and he moans out a, "Yes!"

"Hm, tell me what you like about it. In detail," she tells him, once again turning the setting up and now wrapping her lips around the tip, suckling gently.

"Oh, shit," he whines. "I um, oh, I love your mouth. 'S so warm. A-and the toy. Feels good!"

Y/N gives one hard suck, pulling away to speak. "Mm, I'm glad. You deserve to feel good," and she returns to sucking his cockhead.

He's a moaning mess for her, whining and begging and bucking his hips. She pulls away from him countless times just before he reaches his orgasm. He's frustrated, pent up, and almost crying on the bed as he loses track of how many times she's rubbed the vibrator up and down his dick.

This time, she pushes his cock against his stomach. It's throbbing, red, leaking and so so swollen.

"Okay, baby, you can cum whenever you're ready this time, okay? Let go when you need to," she tells him and he nods excitedly. She pushes the vibrator to the highest setting, pushing it hard against his cock and working it from base to head. Her other hand massages his balls, squeezing gently and feeling just how heavy they are.

Lip is an absolute sight to see. He's laying back, his hands tangled in and pulling his own hair due to his sexual frustration. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open as he lets out struggled moans and swallowed whines.

"Oh fuck! Please, please I'm gonna cum!" he practically shouts, and Y/N is ready for it, helping him to the edge.

He's shooting so much cum all over his stomach and chest, sticky white ropes everywhere. He would be embarrassed about how much cum he just released if it wasn't for his focus on how good it feels. Y/N helps him through, praising what a good boy he is and slowing her strokes and vibrator to a stop.

"You did so good for me, baby! I'm so proud of you," she tells him kindly before moving up to lick some of the cum from his chest. She scoops some up on a finger, offering it to Lip. He wraps his lips around her finger, eyes rolling back at how dirty it is that he's eating his own cum and enjoying it. He wraps an arm around Y/N's upper body, bringing her closer to him to lay next to him. He buries his face in her tits without a word, and she kisses his forehead and strokes his hair.

"You did so good, Lip," she tells him again. He hums in contentment.

"Maybe next time you'll let me peg you."

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i didn't think sub!lip would be that hot but 😳 damn

feel free to send in more requests!!!

[sleep-0-deprived]

Pls the Sigma x reader was soo cute😭. Thank you so much for writing my request! And don't apologize for taking long to weite it, it's completely understandable and stuff happens😁

Omg thank you for being so understanding I really appreciate it so much

[lovegasmic]

⋆ DADDY KINK

ft. Gallagher

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader, praising ( petnames like bunny, angel, sweetheart ), cunilingus, wrote with a sub shy reader in mind, prolly housewifey reader, whatever you pick.

NAVI ⁞ EVENT MASTERLIST

“did you miss me that much, bunny?” Gallagher mutters, his voice is barely audible, more like a soft rumble that sends shivers down your spine from where he speaks against the tender folds of your cunt.

“m-mhm, daddy... y-yes” your words slurred, hardly making their way out of your lips that part so prettily to let out more whimpers and moans; the way your fingers twitch and tug makes Gallaher smile, you’re so cute for his old heart.

your lover groans against your folds, his tongue exploring the depths of your dripping pussy while gently stroking his cock, “good girl, so wet for me, so ready for when I come home” his voice is low, dangerous like his nails starting to dig into the soft plush of your thighs from where you squeeze his head, feeling the warm saliva and slick drip from your opening and down the marble kitchen counter, “does it feel good, sweetheart? does your angel pussy feels good?” he coos, sickly sweet.

a whine gets ripped out of your lungs on the spot, gushing so much slick you knew the cold surface was drenched, "yes, daddy! i feel so good” you mewl, starting to hump your hips into his face.

“mm, that’s right, only your daddy can make you feel this good” by this point Gallagher is fully making out with your cunt, the slight stubble scratching your tender skin awkwardly, but the sounds of his lips slurping and sucking your juices, along with the squelch of his cock inside his fisted hand was enough to ignore the pain, all while a hand freed from your thighs and reached up to cup a soft tit, “love it when you make a mess, your cunt tastes so good, better than any drink I’ve ever prepared”

[bunji-enthusiast]

“Come and Get That!”

Possible ooc Gallagher, fluffy sex (doesn’t really get into it though, I got lazy), short and sweet, dog euphemisms, sub-ish!Gallagher.

That’s it, I haven’t really written anything really smut related in so be niceeee. He’s just so… adorable Augh. Brain is stuck on him.

Being naked infront of other people wasn’t something of an activity he normally partook in and all, yet somehow, a little minx wormed his way into his mind.

You, it was fucking you.

Gallagher was an easy, approachable man of course. That was part of being a Bloodhound Security Officer, being head of the Bloodhound family. Yet, he could also be mean when he wanted to be.

However the truth remained, he was quite the soft-hearted man. Maybe that’s how he ended up here.

Here he was, naked as a bare dog. Well, save for the boxers atleast. Though it was somewhat evident too see, that his cock was straining to be free. Almost seeing a wet patch beginning to form, and how shameful it was.

The way your words were honeyed and saccharine, every single one oozing with affection for the man.

It felt tortuous, somehow… loving? He wasn’t sure, your touches were; so featherlight, gentle and warm. As if every single little movement you made was intentional, you were taking your sweet time in worshipping every inch of his skin.

Even the scarred patches of it, the wrong looking skin, the kind of skin that should be repulsive to even look at. And here you were, kissing it still.

He was breathless — for lack of a better word, Gallagher didn’t know what to think. He looked, unsure of where to put his hands, even if he was so experienced in such a steamy position of a situation.

He took even breaths, to better steady himself the moment you pressed a kiss to his cheek. To snap him out of his delirium, Gallagher’s eyes flitted over to yours, tired but content — even.

“You still there?” The question hung in the air for no more than a few meager seconds when he finally answered you, fore-head to fore-head, despite the sweat beading down both of them.

If there was really a god there up in the high vast ends of the stars, then, god—oh god. You were making him see the divine deity.

“Darlin’ your torturin’ me,” He drawled, voice raspy and baritone. And it wasn’t this unusually deep, not unlike every other time the two of you had screwed around with eachother. You couldn’t help but almost laugh, a grin tugging at your lips, something that didn’t leave his attention.

His back hits the back of the bed, up-ending almost bottoming out. Even though it wasn’t all that there yet, your touches alone felt as if they were searing along his skin. Something he didn’t deserve at all, not this dirty dog.

Immediately, you had followed him, straddling his hips. Taking your home right where he didn’t want you to be, yet the way his hips bucked up betrayed the thought.

“There’s a difference between the two,” You murmured, pointing your finger against his firm chest, then languidly trailing up to where his stubble sat perfectly. “You should know.”

“S’..” He huffs, eyes flitting to a close as his brows knit in short frustration. “Sweetheart.” He whines—a short heavy breath following right after, Gallagher’s large and scarred hands moving to your hips, and his cute little noise immediately shot friction right up where you sat on top of his clothed head. You grinned again, your hand now traced to the midsection of his torso. His eyes fluttered to an open when you tapped him in the middle of his abdomen, garnering his attention once more.

You smiled, oh so gently, hand now cradling the side of his face and the other hand holding up the brown messy tresses of hair out of the way and kissing his forehead.

His eyes seemed to be almost blown wide, lips thinned into a thoughtfulness. Gallagher watched your every move—once again.

The tired man’s gaze seemed to be almost, predatory in a way. But he seemed to be so out of it as well, vertically balancing between still being conscious or just seeing stars instantaneously. And he wasn’t sure which one he was closer toward.

Quite vexing indeed, watching as you move your hand against the trail of his skin. Bordering between his actual skin, and the fabric of his boxers.

As each minute passed, you could tell you needed to bring some attention to the much weeping cock that was straining against the fabric of its confines.

Gallagher was being very patient too, content with whatever you did with him.

“Darl’ you..” He whispered, chest heaving with heavy breaths, “Don’t hafta—“

His thighs flexed as he let out a hiss, feeling the way your hand palmed him. Watching as the back of his head hitting the pillow, you let out a soft sigh, “Don’t you reject yourself these things.” You say, a soft and possessive tone.

You leaned forward, hand holding his chin as you tilted his head; “You deserve this, you’re a good boy.”

Honest to god—the sound he let out was akin to that of a dog’s whining. Gallagher’s face was flushed with heat, absolute embarrassment, and it really didn’t help either with how cute he looks with such a disheveled appearance.

Strands of brown sun-kissed hair, and the moon kissed the under-skin of his eyes. The way his muscles writhed and rippled everytime you touched him anywhere in his body, and his scars too. The little roars of red thrumming from time to time had truly enticed you, and you had wondered what his condition with his scars where, however—you never decided to pry. You didn’t want to be invading his privacy, you weren’t privy to his life story anyway as he wasn’t to yours.

You leant back, returning your hand to its previous position. Watching his face for any sign of rejection, but seeing as how his brows were furrowed, the occasional heaving of his chest. He didn’t seem to dislike the idea at all.

So you went through with it, letting the poor weeping cock free. And it surprised you somewhat, a bit bigger than the average person. His head seemed to be angry, reaching for attention.

Your eyes flit to his face, and boy was it such an amazing sight to see. His face was flushed—even further with embarrassment, not at all had he expected the entire duration, to be paid so much attention to.

Normally, it’d be him flustering you, taking care of you in all the right ways. And he was fine with that.

But this?

Gods this was so, so odd. He felt fucking pathetic, hips bucking for your touch—trying to get some stimulatiom. Beads of sweat rolled down his body, and he was feeling everything right now.

You returned your gaze to where he needed you most right now, pushing your shorts to the side and even your underwear. Still, he had forced himself to watch every bit of your movement.

For a moment your hand hovers over his cock, deciding between jumping into it, or working himself off first.

However it had seemed the glint in your eyes, that you made the decision.

Gallagher let out a hiss, the back of his head hitting the pillow once more, large hands scrambling to hold the sheets tightly as you had wrapped your hand around the top somewhat toward the bottom.

Gallagher knew, oh he knew—

He was going to be in for the long one.

[dearpyramus]

congrats on 100+ !!! i would love to see "can you please come get me?" + "delicately putting your hand on their back" with lip <33 maybe college!lip, and the reader is at a party and feels unsafe?

tags/warnings: overstimulation (not the sexy kind), reader is implied to be neurodivergent, soft!lip, college!lip and reader, pining

a/n: sorry I got a bit carried away LMAO. tysm for ur request I enjoyed writing this a lot.

(fic btc)

Your friends had invited you to some frat party and you made the mistake of agreeing to go. 

The music wasn’t your vibe, the beer was sub-par, and your friends ended up ditching you. At one point you went to go to the bathroom to find that they basically left without you. 

Some fucking friends, you thought. You can’t say you were surprised, though. In all honesty, you only went because you had nothing else to do. Anything to procrastinate on your schoolwork during a Friday night, you thought.

Suddenly, the music started getting louder, as if someone was fiddling with the volume. The crowd of people seemed to get more congested by the minute; strangers shoving past you in a drunken haze. You felt like too much was happening at once. You need to fuck out of there.

You didn’t even have that much to drink but suddenly the room felt like it was spinning. Too many people. Too much noise. Too many flashes of lights. Your sense felt like they were in overdrive.

You skin practically burned as bodies pressed against you. You frantically begin searching for your friends. Your calls to them proved fickle as it was drowned out by the music and clamoring of people. 

You knew it was coming again right when you felt your breath catch in your throat. You need to get the fuck out.

You pushed your way through the crowd, each contact with a stranger burning through your skin. You hated how easily overwhelmed you got in situations like this. More importantly you hated your friends for ditching you.

You all but flopped down on the steps outside, trying to calm yourself. You knew you wanted to go home, but didn’t bring a car. Uber was too expensive at this hour, not to mention.

An idea popped in your head. If it were any other day and you weren’t tipsy and overstimulated, you would think of it as crazy. He was studying for an important exam, you knew that.

The urge got the best of you, however, and you were quickly fumbling through your phone. You paused at his contact: Lip Gallagher. The guy you were hooking up with. 

Did this seem clingy? Probably. Was he busy? Yeah. But something deep down inside you. You didn’t know why. You didn’t think you wanted to know why. What you had with Lip was casual, nothing more. You didn’t dare to open those can of worms.

The abrupt cut off of the dial tone causes your stomach to clench. You couldn’t back out now. 

You sighed, realizing you were probably making a big deal out of nothing. Regardless, you needed an out. 

“Yo?”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You hated how much you needed to heat his voice. God, you felt pathetic. You swallowed your pride and willed yourself to choke out a few words, trying to bury the sensory overload that lingered.

“Lip?”

You mentally kicked yourself for that question. Obviously it was Lip. Before he had a chance to reply, you introjected with a shaky voice.

“C-can you p-please come get m-me?”

You cringe at how your voice trembles. Your right hand begins to fidget at the fabric of your shirt.

“Hey, woah. Is everything okay?”

You want to cry at how soft his voice is, something you’ve rarely heard but want to keep hearing. It feels like a warm blanket being wrapped around your body.

“My friends—“, you begin to pinch the bridge of your nose and try to calm down.

“They ditched me, I think. I just want to get out of here”

You feel you sound like a whiny kid. You go to choke out frantic apologizes before Lip shushes you softly, reassuring you that it was okay and he didn’t mind. He didn’t miss the worry and care in his voice, and told yourself not to think about it too deeply.

“I’ll be there shortly, just hang in there, okay?”

He stays on the phone with you, the comfortable silence helping you relax. You stay slouched on the stairs, the sounds of the party a background haze. 

You hang up when he arrives, the headlights of his car piercing your eyes. He’s sporting a button up over a long sleeve shirt, the sleeves bunch up by his elbows. You had to jerk away your eyes at the sight of his forearms. 

You looked down, fidgeting with your hands. He kneels down infant of you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulders. It feels warm.

“Is everything okay? Did anything else happen?”

You shake your head.

“No, just overwhelmed. Sorry”

You know you should probably offer more of an explanation, but you’re just so exhausted. Lip seems to understand, though, which makes you want to melt even more. God, why was he like this?

“Don’t apologize. ‘M sorry your buds are dicks”

You shake your head, not wanting to fret about that right now. He then stretches out a hand or you to take, helping you up. You try not to think about how protective his larger and calloused hand feels against yours.

He pulls away and you already miss the contact. You mentally curse yourself at how clingy you were being. Casual. It’s nothing more.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the hand that previously grasped yours moved to the small of your back. It was firm but gentle, guiding you to the car.

You kept trying to ignore how much your heart fluttered at that interaction. Lip Gallagher was going to be the death of you.

[sku1l-b4e]

HII!! definitely need 2012 Tom with f!reader and it’s like fluff from the start cuddling, Watching a movie until a nasty scene comes up and the reader is just looking at him and smut! :3

If your comfortable!!😘

Sound fun 🤭

Movie Night...🫣

Category: fluff to smut <3 (+ fluff at the end) Warnings: dom!Tom, sub!reader, blow job, doggy style, rough sex, gentle sex, hair pulling, marking, swearing, badly translated German (Google), tell me if I forgot any.

It was a normal night for the two of you, cuddled up on the sofa as you watch a movie together. Tonight, Tom had chosen a series he knew you'd like, Shameless (the US version - I hate the UK version im sorry). His right arm was draped over your shoulders as you sit with your chest facing his side, your legs draped over his lap. He'd occasionally sneak in a soft kiss to your lips or cheek when you were too invested in the episode. "Love you." "Love you too."

On the coffee table, there were the boxes from your finished takeout, your glasses which held a mix of vodka and lemonade for you both now lay empty beside the boxes. Tom had wrapped a blanket around you so you wouldn't get cold in your skimpy pajama shorts and crop top.

A couple episodes in, a sex scene comes on between Fiona Gallagher and some guy and you giggle softly, Tom's attention already on you. You look towards him and smile, leaning up to capture his soft lips in a kiss, completely innocent. But Tom took it to another level, one you should've been expecting. His hand immediately grips your chin, deepening the kiss and tilting his head to the side to get better access to your mouth. He murmers something in German against your lips but it's too quiet to make out. His free hand moves to explore your body, pinching and twisting your nipples which elicits a whimper from you. He grins into the kiss, his tongue fighting with yours as you wrap your arms around his neck.

His hand gropes your tits, slipping beneath your crop top and sliding across your bare skin, his thumb toying with your left nipple before he pulls away from the kiss and removes his hands from you. "Gonna suck me off, baby?" He asks, giving you his puppy eyes that you never resist. You nod, a small smile on your face as you slide off the couch and kneel between his legs once he's pulled down his pajama bottoms, he pumps himself a couple times but gasps when you whack his hand away. "Let me do it." You murmur, taking his already hard dick into your hand, your pretty mouth falling open as the size difference.

You pump him a couple times, looking up at him as he grunts and groans. You keep your eyes on him as you move your head to kitten lick his tip. He subconsciously bucks his hips as if expecting your mouth to be wide open for him. You manage to move out of the way before he pokes your eye out but soon return to your kitten licks, staring from the base and working your way up. He lets out a soft gasp as your tongue glides over his slit and you giggle again, taking his tip into his mouth and letting your spit lubricate it.

"Sheiße, leibe... put that pretty mouth to good use, ja?" He groans, bucking his hips into your mouth. You hum against his cock, slowly taking him deeper before one of his hands grip your hair and push your head down fully on his dick, forcing you to deepthroat him. You gag slightly but deal with it, allowing him to change the pace of your sucking whilst you hollow out your cheeks and drag your tongue up the bottom of his cock, causing him to buck his hips again and let out a few more groans. He's practically face-fucking you now, his hands forcing your head to match whatever pace he wants until he finally lets out a long groan, pushing your head down all the way as he cums. You gag again, managing to pull yourself off him and swallow his cum.

You stick out your tongue to show him and he gives you a toothy smirk, grabbing your hands and pulling you up. He stands up, his body pressed against your as he leans over your shoulder, swiping everything off of the coffee table and grabbing you, manhandling you into a position. You gasp as your chest pushes against the wooden coffee table, your brain not even registering that Tom had broken the glasses from your previous drinks. You feel him pull down your pajama shorts then his hands leave you, a soft rustling coming from behind you. You know that rustling too well, he's putting on a condom.

As soon as he rolls the condom on, he's grabbing your wrists and holding them to your back, kicking off his own pajama bottoms fully before he forces your legs open. "Focus on the show, mein süße." He whispers into your ear, your eyes moving to the television, you soon become too invested into the storyline to even notice your boyfriend aligning himself to your already wet pussy. He suddenly thrusts into you, causing your body to push forward and a loud moan to leave you, he hisses through his teeth, leaning over your back as he wiggles his hips to get comfortable. "Gonna be a good girl f'me?" He asks, burying his face into your neck and nibbling on it. You let out a soft hum, nodding your head. "The best girl."

You feel him grin against your skin and he starts to move, his thrusts quickly picking up in pace and force. The table creaks beneath you, your mewls and whines bouncing off the walls of the living room whilst his balls slap against your ass, his cock pounding into you and letting the tip kiss your cervix. His thrusts grow in intensity, pushing the air of your lungs, his face still in your neck as his mouth sucks and bites down on your soft skin, leaving red and purple marks in the shape of his mouth and teeth.

"F-fuck... Tom, g'nna cu-um." You manage to say between moans as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach. He groans into your skin, his thrusts picking up the pace again as one of his hands move round your body to rub harsh circles up on your clit. You practically scream, your back arching and head turning towards the sky as you feel yourself tightening around him. He grunts, biting into your clothed shoulder as he keeps his current pace to let you ride out your high as he builds up his own.

After what like seems forever, his thrusts suddenly becomes more frenzied, more desperate as he mutters in German, probably praising you for being 'such a good girl for him'. You move your hips in time with his, strained moans leaving you as he buries his cock as deep inside you as he can, his cum shooting inside the condom. He pauses for a moment then starts to move again, this time more gentle, more loving. It's how he makes up for being so rough.

"So... so good, leibe..." His quiet voice echos in your mind, a smile coming onto your face as your bodies slowly rock back and forth. He eventually pulls out, peeling the condom off and tying it so nothing leaks out, he chucks it into the empty take out bag and kisses down your slightly exposed back down to your ass where he gives you a playful bite. You yelp and he chuckles, gently tapping your right ass cheek before standing to his full height. "Gonna go get you wipes..."

You nod and start to stand up, your back cracking as you watch him leave. He comes back after a couple minutes, carrying a packet of pH balanced wipes and a small hand towel. He sits you down and wipes you down with a wipe, drying you with the towel. "I love you, y/n... So beautiful." He whispers the last part to himself, his attention now fully on your face that still holds the post-orgasm glow.

Honestly had no idea how to end this???

[gallaghersgal]

SUB LIP AND CARMY LAAAWRD (sorry for rambling my fault yall…)

carmen would be a whiner for sure—he’s a little embarrassed by it but not too much. to me i feel like he’d just wanna be taken care of…..no meanness or teasing just lots of praise. prefers slow grinds that make him tear up bc it’s so good. probably when he has bad days and wants to just have soft mushy gushy lovey dovey sex

now lip (slut) i feel like he rarely subs but that’s because he’s got that internalized ‘macho’ bs implanted in his brain. but when he does he’s probably bitchy saying “want me to take over? probably do it better than you 🤭” and when he stops being so bullheaded it’s all “o-oh, keep fuckin me like that, shhhit s’good”

feel like carmen would love a little edging? not a lot but…because the release is more than just physical it’s kinda emotional for him too? while lip would love overstimulation because it’d be the only thing he could focus on it’d just wipe his brain of all his current worries

oooooooooooooooo lord. oh lord. i need a cold shower.

carmen being a whiny baby is so real. i know he just wants to be taken care of after a long hard day in the kitchen, and he would be so sweet, begging you... 'please baby 's so good' 'f-fuck!' 'shit- 'm gonna come-' and its all strained and he's stuttering... he loves when you edge him, and i mean loves it, he loves to beg and beg and get pushed so close to the edge. and hes a crier, trust. he likes to feel vulnerable and soft with you.

getting lip to submit would be an... ordeal. but i think you can coax him into it. i think tying him up would be good for his giant fucking ego, once you get his ass tied down and start making him feel good he would start to let down that facade he's always putting up. he'd be squirming and begging you to untie him so he can touch you and please you. once you get him like that he would be soooo eager to please you. he would do anything to get you off, eat you out for hours and ask for nothing in return, just asking 'yeah, baby, 's good for you?' 'you can gimme another, wanna make you feel good please' 'am i makin' ya feel good? hm?' and for sure lots of 'thank you, thank you baby' when you praise him for how good he's being.

in conclusion: yes.

[thebearer]

the bearer blurbs: lip gallagher | 1 |

lip coming over after a fight with fiona

brat tamer! lip

lip dating elementary school teacher!reader

pregnant!reader riding dilf!lip

soft!reader with lip

college friends to lovers (with future dad!lip)

teasing lip

jealous lip

[arriansarchive]

Sub!Fiona Gallagher/Dom!Male!Reader (unfinished)

Wee hoo hello Fiona Gallagher nation

Okay hear me out cunnilingus sounds like a deadly disease

I had a heart attack whenever I realized that just saying 'her' and 'she' wouldn't cut it for the puss 😞

I couldn't write this without second hand embarrassment even though I've been wanting to for so long omg

I'm writing this in a dentist office btw just wanted to tell

Okay I never finished this and I don't have the motivation so take it unfinished

Summary: You're Ian's friend from the grocery store, and you're eyefucking his sister??? Diabolical.

"Hey, M/N!" Ian called from the other side of the store you worked at.

You turned over from stocking the shelves to see your best friend, Ian Gallagher, walking into the store with a girl, a hot girl.

Your eyes practically boggled out of your head at the sight of this girl. She couldn't have been much older than Ian while you were nineteen, and he was eighteen.

"Who's this?" You asked while your gaze roamed around her body. You mostly looked at her tits to her hips since she was facing you now.

Ian gestured to the girl with voluptuous brown hair. "This is my sister Fiona. Fiona, meet M/N."

She looked at you hungrily and licked her lips seductively. Fiona had a smirk present on her smug face.

Ian looked between you two in confusion. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Fiona skillfully looked at one of the out of stock items on the shelf next to you. "Hey, M/N, do you have anymore of this item in the back?"

"I think so. Will you follow me, Fiona?" You gesture to her.

You grin to yourself as you both walk away from a very confused Ian, probably wondering why his sister wanted baby peas from the backroom.

Once you both got into the back, she was immediately pressing you into the wall with no shelf. Her lips moved with perfect harmony against yours.

You pushed her to sit on a crate of some product, pulling her pants down swiftly. You could apparently see, even though you had just started, that she was drenched already.

You get down to your knees and in front her and looked up with a smug expression, happy that simple words could make her react this way.

"Would you do it already? I don't need Ian asking if I'm fucking his best friend who works at a grocery store." She looked down at you through her lashes.

[mouseymilkovich]

Take My Breath Away | Lip Gallagher x Reader Fic

masterlist | spotify playlist

Fic Summary: The Gallaghers are generously gifted a trip to Miami; where Lip meets you, someone who was just trying to enjoy their time at the beach after a messy breakup. You, someone who wasn't expecting to have their world turned upside down by one person. | Lip x fem!reader / afab!reader (using they/them pronouns to refer to reader)

Important info: Lip and reader are both 21, Fiona is 26, Ian is 20, Debbie is 16, Carl is 14, Liam is 7, Franny is a year old. Mickey and Ian are one of their "off again" things so he's not there (for now? 👀), and Frank did not join his kids on vacation. | I also write weird to some people cus I'm Canadian, plus I do have dyslexia, and this isn't spell checked whatsoever, so please forgive me lol

GENERAL FIC CW: reader just went through a bad breakup, drinking, underage drinking (Ian and probably Carl and Debbie cus Gallaghers), smoking (cigarettes and weed), underage smoking (Gallaghers yknow), dom!Lip x sub!Reader (nothing too crazy), drunk sex, high sex, obv more will be added as necessary!

Content Tags: reader discusses bits and pieces of their bad breakup, drinking, smoking (cigarettes and weed), underage smoking, mention of drunk sex, mention of high sex

Chapter One: Welcome To Miami

Word Count: 1.2k

You're sitting in the warm sand, stretched out on a towel and relaxing. This was what you needed - you just went through a rough breakup, and a solo trip to the beach was well deserved after all the bullshit you'd just been through. Maybe part of you was wanting to enjoy yourself in spite of your ex who claimed you "don't know how to be happy."

Well, you were enjoying yourself, until some asshole spilled beer on you. Some family next to you on the crowded beach had their kid's beach toys everywhere, and of course, just your luck, this guy tripped in your direction. The beer spillage couldn't have been on the sand, or even on your towel, but on your stomach.

"Fucking-" You yell, sitting up, pulling your towel around to start cleaning yourself up.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, holy shit-"

You're about to scream... until you look at this guy. Wow. Okay, the asshole in question who'd just covered your stomach in beer was... undeniably, and annoyingly, very hot.

There the stranger stood - a tank top fitting him loosely, showing off some muscular arms. Messy (but somehow good-looking?) curls atop his head, piercing blue eyes that you're sure could probably kill somebody if they stared hard enough.

"Guess this is what I get for drinkin' on the beach." He hums with a little half smirk, offering a hand to help you off your towel.

You accept the hand, getting up with his assistance. You grab your towel and your bag, using your towel to wipe the remaining beer off your stomach. "It's fine. I just wasn't exactly expecting my stomach to get sticky this early in the day."

You're unsure why exactly you said that... or what it meant. Or why it sounded so dirty. Or why this guy's half smirk growing into a full one made you blush.

"Let me make it up to you? Buy you a hot dog or something?" He asked, motioning to the small hot dog stand nearby.

Well, you were starting to get hungry... you weren't one to pass up a free lunch.

"Sure thing."

And that's how it begins. You're sitting with this guy at a picnic table, apparently his name is Lip. You can't help but admire the... creativity(?) of him choosing Lip rather than Phil for the short version of his name.

"You from around here?" He asks you curiously, wiping a smear of ketchup from the corner of his mouth.

"Nope. Came to... get away for a little while, I guess. What about you?"

He shakes his head. "Chicago. My sister's... boyfriend or whatever the fuck he is paid for us to come down here, she was supposed to meet him, but he has yet to make an appearance."

You must look intrigued, because he smiles at you and continues. "This Jimmy-Steve guy is a fuckin' piece of work, that's for sure."

"Jimmy-Steve?" You inquire, trying to ignore the way his smile made your stomach do backflips. You hastily remind yourself, internally, "You just went through a messy breakup."

Though you can't deny a hook-up didn't sound so bad. But that's not why you're here; you're here to relax.

"I don't remember which one's the fuckhead's real name. One of them is his fake name when he met Fiona, one of them is real name after we all found out what a piece of shit liar." He explains. As he's talking, a group comes to the picnic table - a woman seemingly a little bit older than you, another boy around your age, two younger teenagers, a younger kid, and a little toddler being held by the teen girl.

"There you are." The woman says to Lip, the younger kid sitting down beside him.

"Hey, Fi, sorry. I spilled beer on my, uh, new friend here. Thought I'd grab a hot dog to make it up to 'em." He says to who you assume must be Fiona, before he turns to the kid with a smile. "Hey buddy, how's the beach?"

You can't help but smile at his affection towards the kid. One by one, you're introduced to the Gallagher family. Lip's older sister, Fiona, and their little siblings, Ian, Debbie, Carl, Liam, and Debbie's daughter, Franny. Before you even know it, you're agreeing to join them for dinner and drinks - honestly, much as you think Lip is crazy hot, you're becoming increasingly curious yourself if this mysterious Jimmy-Steve is going to make an appearance.

As luck would happen to have it, or maybe just coincidentally, you're in the same hotel. And the restaurant/bar attached to it was pretty cool - all Tiki themed and whatnot. You all had a pretty good dinner - getting to know Lip and his brigade of siblings. Of course, Lip fascinates you the most - Fiona and Ian praised his intelligence, Fiona going as far as calling him a "brilliant slacker" which apparently was on his report card one year. Lip and Ian seem very close - that made you smile, you being an only child with a strained relationship with your father's step kids. (Not your step siblings, your father's step kids, there's a huge difference.)

Once it got a little later, Debbie opted to take little Franny and Liam up to their room to settle down for the night, leaving you with the three oldest and... Carl, who you caught staring at your chest more times than not.

"Bud, you're gonna creep them out." Lip laughed, finally catching Carl staring at you.

You can't help but laugh too - yeah, it was a little weird, but Carl was a 14 year old boy, so there was only so much you could do. Well, eventually Fiona sent Carl back up to their room too, and after some protesting, he agreed. The remaining 3 siblings invite you outside to the restaurant balcony for a cigarette - or, rather, they all smoke and try to avoid blowing it too near you lest you cough your ass off. Nicotine wasn't really your thing, and when you mention that, Lip gets a mischievous glint in his eye...

"Would you smoke a joint?"

Of course you would. The way he stares at you sends a chill down your spine... Christ. Yeah, you were right, his eyes could absolutely kill someone in the right circumstances. So, you nod, and to your surprise, a joint materializes from his pocket.

You're admittedly a little nervous - but there's no restaurant staff outside to watch Lip spark up. Fiona and Ian both join in the passing around of the joint - you want to point out that Ian technically isn't 21, but you get the feeling they really don't care and this isn't the first time Ian has done this.

The four of you polish off the joint and go back inside - it seems like there's still no mysterious Jimmy-Steve in sight, but apparently there's a credit card with a tab for the Gallaghers from him. Which Lip generously added your items to.

Then the dance floor opens up as most minors had filtered out of the restaurant by this point, making it more of a place for adults. Some music starts playing as you feel the high from the joint settle into your system, you get a sudden playful glint in your eye. Lip must notice this, because he comes to the floor with you pretty willingly.

Somewhere between your second margarita and waking up next to a naked Lip Gallagher in your hotel room is where your memory gets a little fuzzy.

[cloudy-em]

I Need You - College!Lip Gallagher x College!GN!Reader

sub!Lip from earlier today got me thinking about how Lip needs to be taken care of sometimes. Like we love when he looks out for the reader, but he was always looking out for everyone growing up.

xxxxxxxxx

You're reading your textbook about world religions in the floor lounge. It's late, but you have to finish the chapter before class tomorrow at 8am. The words on the page are blurring together, and your eyes are tearing up ever so slightly. The sofa beside you dips, and the weight on your shoulder distracts you from the book for a moment.

Without looking up, you question him. "What's up, Lip?" You hear him sigh and he tries to push himself impossibly closer to you.

"Fiona called."

The tone of his voice makes you realize something's wrong and you close your book, wrapping and arm around his shoulder.

"She- she said she didn't want me to worry, but Ian's in the hospital. It's getting worse, Y/N."

"I'm so sorry, honey," you tell him genuinely, rubbing up and down his arm in an attempt to comfort him.

"He's my little brother, Y/N. I know Fiona doesn't want me to worry, but she needs me! Carl and Debbie and Liam need me! Ian needs me!"

"I know, Lip, I know. You don't have to do it alone, though. Look, it's Wednesday. We can afford two days out of school. We'll email our professors, let them know we can't make it. If they don't like it, fuck them! We'll head out first thing in the morning and stay for the weekend. We'll reevaluate then if they still need us on Sunday, okay? We'll work through it," you told him firmly.

"You're sure? You don't have to do this for me-" you cut Lip off, not needing to listen to him ramble about how he deserves to carry the weight of the world alone.

"Yes, Lip, I'm sure. We're in this together."

He can't help himself. He holds you tighter than he ever has, holding tears back. Frank reminded him that "men don't cry" every chance he had, but Lip can't help it. He's exhausted and stressed, and here you are risking your grades and future to help him take care of his family.

He relaxes into you, ready to take on the challenges of the days ahead with you at his side.

[negativemindfeild]

is it really that hard?

just read...

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR, AND THE CHARATERS

SHOWS;

shameless ;

ian gallagher, fiona gallagher, lip gallagher, mickey milkovich, kevin ball, v fisher, carl gallagher, and frank gallagher

nsfw available for all [ s5 + for ian, lip, and mickey, s11 for carl]

stranger things ;

jim hopper, steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, billy hargrove, mike wheeler, will byers, dustin henderson, lucas sinclair, max mayfield, and el hopper

nsfw available for all except mike, will, dustin, lucas, max, and el

the umbrella academy ;

diego hargreeves, allison hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, five hargreeves, ben hargreeves, and viktor hargreeves

nsfw available for all except five

the last of us ;

joel miller [ROMANTIC] ellie williams [PLATONIC]

nsfw available for joel

black butler ;

sebastian micheals, finny, bard, mei-rin, grell sutcliff, william t. spears, undertaker, and claude faustus

nsfw available for all

inside job ;

reagan ridley, brett hand, ron staedtler, and andre lee

nsfw available for all

kobra kai ;

daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, hawk moskowitz, robby keene, miguel diaz, and demetri alexopoulos

nsfw available for daniel and johnny

supernatural ;

sam winchester, dean winchester, castiel novak, lucifer, crowley, and john winchester

nsfw available for all

lucifer [netflix] ;

lucifer morningstar

nsfw available 

demon slayer ;

kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, obanai igura, sanemi shinazugawa, mitsuri kanroji, shinobu koxho, giyu tomioka, gyomei himejima,  daki, gyutaro, muzan kibutsuji, kokoshibo, douma, akaza, enmu, tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agamatsu, inosuke hashibira, genya shinazugawa, and muichiro tokito

nsfw available for all except tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, genya, or muichiro

gotham ;

oswald cobblepot, fish moony, sal maroni, victor zsasz, edward nygma, harvey bullock, harvey dent, alfred pennytworth, and bruce wayne

nsfw available for all except bruce

daredevil ;

matt murdock

nsfw available

the mandolorian ;

din djarin 'mando'

nsfw available

GAMES; 

call of duty ;

simon riley 'ghost', johnny mactavish 'soap', john price, kyle garrick 'gaz', alejandro vargas, phillip graves, keegan russ and könig

nsfw available for all

red dead redemption 2 ;

arthur morgan, bill williamson, charles smith, colm o'driscoll, dutch van der linde, hosea matthews, javier escuella, john marston, kieran duffy, micah bell, karen jones, mary-beth gaskill, abigail roberts and sean magurie

nsfw available for all

team fortress 2 ;

spy, mun-dee mundy 'sniper', jeremy 'scout', mr ludwig 'medic', mikhail 'heavy', pyro, tavis finnegan degroot 'demoman', mister jane doe 'soldier', dell gonagher'engineer'

nsfw available for all

stardew valley ;

harvey, maru, sebastian, abigail, sam, penny, elliott, leah, alex, hailey, shane, emily, and sandy

nsfw available for all

sally face ;

sal fisher, travis phelps, larry johnson, and ash campbell

nsfw unavailable

mortal kobat 1 ;

johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, raiden, kung lao, lui kang, kui liang 'scorpion', bi-han 'sub-zero', tomas vrbada 'smoke', syzoth 'reptile', rain, kitana, mileena, and sindel

nsfw available for all

doki doki literature club ;

monica, yuri, natsuki, and sayori

nsfw unavailable

danganronpa ;

makoto naegi, byakuya togami, mondo owada, kiotaka ishimaru, yasuhiro hagakure, leon kuwata, hajime hinata, nagito kamado, izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, gundham tanaka, sonia nevermind, kazuichi souda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, shuichi saihara, kokichi ouma, gonta gokuhara, k1-b0, miu iruma, rantaro amami, kaito mamota, kaede akamatsu, and kirumi tojo

nsfw available for all

MOVIES;

spiderverse ;

peter b parker, miguel o’hara, hobie brown, spider-man noir, ben parker, jess drew, miles morales, miles morales [ earth-42 ], gwen stacy, and  pavitr prabhakar

nsfw available for peter b, miguel, hobie, noir, ben, and jess

star wars ;

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, padme amidala, qui-gon jinn, luke skywalker, han solo, leia skywalker, ben solo ‘kylo ren’, poe dameron, finn, rey skywalker, armitage hux, and cassian andor 

nsfw available for all

marvel cinematic universe ; 

tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam wilson, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, vision, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, peter parker, loki laufeyson, and thor odinson

nsfw available for all except peter

x-men ;

logan howlett ‘wolverine’, peter maximoff ‘quick silver’, erik lehnsherr ‘magneto’, charles xavier, hank mccoy ‘beast’, kurt wagner ‘nightcrawler’, warren worthington iii ‘archangel’, storm, and scott summers ‘cyclops’

nsfw available for all

deadpool ; 

wade wilson ‘deadpool’, colossus, and weasel 

nsfw available for all

karate kid ;

daniel larusso and johnny lawrence

nsfw unavailable 

the breakfast club ;

john bender, andrew clark, brian johnson, claire standish, and allison reynolds

nsfw available for all

the outsiders ;

dallas winston, darry curtis, sodapop curtis, steve randell, two-bit matthews, johnny cade, and ponyboy curtis

nsfw available for darry and two-bit

the hobbit ;

bilbo baggins, thorin oakensheild, fili durin, kili durin, thranduil, legolas greenleaf, and bofur

nsfw available for all

lord of the rings ;

frodo baggins, sam gamgee, merry brandybuck, pippin took, gimli, legolas greenleaf, aragorn, and boromir

nsfw available for all

scream ;

billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, sidney prescott, tatum riley, and dewey riley

nsfw available for all

the ballad of songbirds and snakes ;

coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth, lucy gray baird, reaper ash, and jessup diggs

nsfw available for all except lucy gray

[gallawitchxx]

ficlet tuesday: birthday edition 🥳

today is a most blessed day, the birthday of my sweet anna of @rereadanon, who has never failed to fill up my prompt cup & is a constant source of joy & inspiration. she has also planned the weddings of most of the au boy dolls around these parts, which is delightful. her tropes were slow burn + dom/sub undertones & well, they definitely become overtones, but i did my best!

enjoy 1.4k words of a quickie au for my muse on her birthday below or here on ao3!

- - - - -

The first time Ian Gallagher laid eyes on Mickey Milkovich, he was waiting to meet with his parole officer for the first time since he’d been released. He had no priors and a Bipolar diagnosis, and yet they gave him three years for blowing up a van. Something about endangering lives, and setting a precedent. 

He was out in two for good behavior.

Milkovich was the only other person in the waiting room. He was slouched in a chair, picking at the fraying threads surrounding a rip in the knee of his jeans, his bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth. The energy between the four dingy walls of the office was fraught—even the receptionist had snapped at someone over the phone—and as Ian’s eyes traversed from tattooed knuckles to cut arms lightly dusted with hair, up towards piercing blue eyes and ink-black hair, an extra jolt of electricity shot through him.

It felt both dangerous and incredible.

“Ey,” a voice said, breaking Ian from his reveries. 

Shit, Ian thought, his head snapping towards the stained ceiling. He’d been caught staring, in just about the worst place you could get caught staring—besides prison, which he’d already survived—and by a guy who looks like he would ruin his face before he’d ever let Ian bend him over and ruin him for anyone else.

“You like what you see?”

Ian exhaled, bringing his gaze back down to his fellow parolee, who’s eyebrows were cocked high up on his forehead, steam practically pouring from his ears.

“I wasn’t…“ he stammered. “I mean, I don’t—”

“You don’t like what you see?”

“No, that’s not what—Sorry, I just—“

“Milkovich!” bellowed the gruff receptionist. “You’re up.”

Thank fuck.

Milkovich slapped his hands against his thick thighs before standing, and Ian looked away again, trying to keep the desire to scratch, and bite, and lick, and soothe at bay. 

“Too bad,” Milkovich said, his scent of cigarettes and soap wafting egregiously into Ian’s space, and filling his mouth with spit. “I like what I see. Kinda wish I’d gotten to see you in cuffs, big guy.”

He was through the door and into the belly of the office before Ian’s brain came back online.

- - - - - 

The second time he saw Milkovich, he hadn’t even made it into the building, stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of smoke curling around plump, pink lips. It was enough to warm his frostbitten fingers, heat spreading from his dick through the pockets of his bright orange-lined coat.

Milkovich was bundled up tight in an oversized coat, a black beanie, and fingerless gloves, which hid his ink, but still allowed him to cradle a cigarette tenderly between his digits. 

Ian wanted to unwrap him like a fucking present.

“Staring again, Gallagher.”

Ian short-circuited. “How did you—Have we—“

“Christ, do you ever finish a sentence?” Milkovich huffed, taking another drag.

“Yes,” Ian answered with finality.

Milkovich smirked, scratching his nose with the tip of his thumb as if to hide his growing smile.

“We got the same PO. Seaver? Saw your file on the desk.”

“Oh.”

“Arson, huh? Kinda sexy.”

Oh. 

Ian had thought he’d imagined it before—how overtly this hot, brash criminal had been flirting with him. But now it was undeniable, and that made Ian fucking weak. He wanted to get this guy on his knees. See how he would respond to a little authority; figure out if he’d get bratty or willingly submit.

Worse, Ian kind of wanted to feel how he’d respond to it, too. Wanted to know what would happen if Milkovich were the one barking orders, telling him what to do, encouraging him to keep going, don’t stop, open up…

But then the guy was finishing off his smoke, pinching the cherry from the tip and stubbing it out with the toe of his boot. He chucked the butt into a nearby trash can, and opened the door to the office, either oblivious to Ian’s gaped expression or delighted by it—a master chess player who’s just a few moves from victory.

“You comin’ in, hot shot?”

Ian cleared his throat and followed.

- - - - - 

Ian has lost count of how many times he’s seen Mickey. 

Mickey, the supernova that had blasted his life wide open. 

Mickey, the wildfire that had chosen him, sure from day dot with certainty that perked his cock right up and screwed with his other head too.

Mickey, the hurricane that had felt familiar like his past, that had ripped his way into his present, and was  now barreling straight into his fucking future. 

Even now, as Ian’s tied to the headboard with some fancy silk scarves that he’d splurged on—neither one of them actually interested in being cuffed outside of a law enforcement setting—he can’t take his eyes off the man in front of him, who’s grinning vulpine and holding a remote control between fingers that had immediately stolen his attention, and have since been in his mouth, his ass, and wrapped around his dick, his throat, and his heart.

“Look fucking good like this,” Mickey says, his baby blues roaming with heated pleasure. “Bet you’ll look even better when—“

His thumb pushes a button that has Ian vibrating from the inside. He squeezes his eyes shut, his mouth falling slack with a whine that has Mickey chuckling.

“Yeah,” he groans. Pleased. “I was right.”

They don’t always need to play like this, but they’d be lying if they said it hadn’t provided some of their favorite orgasms, the two of them riling each other up, pushing, and pulling, and teasing, and commanding until they both fall the fuck apart.

They’d earned it: this comfort, this trust. For as quickly as they’d fallen into the sack—four meetings at Seaver’s office enough to have them jacking each other off in an alleyway near the L train station—the emotional aspects of their relationship had been a trudge. Two Southside felons with a slew of daddy issues didn’t provide the firmest of foundations for commitment. But they’ve made it work. They’ve been bold and brave, and when necessary, they’ve allowed for their wild physical connection to keep them afloat.

The court order to stay inside the city limits helped too.

“Mick,” Ian mewls, his prostrate almost numb against the pulsating plug.

“What’s that, tough guy? You want more?”

A few more clicks of the toy and Ian’s about to explode all over himself and the bed. But he also knows what would happen if he were to do that. 

Disobey. 

So he grits his teeth and lets his gaze go fuzzy over the light trail of hair that leads to Mickey’s thick, stiff cock. God, he wants to taste him, his tongue almost reaching for his length as his own dick dribbles against his stomach.

Mickey saunters over to the bed and climbs on, tossing the remote to the side.

“Goddamn Gallagher, look at you,” Mickey praises, doing absolutely nothing to help Ian come back from the ledge he’s so precariously teetering over. “Think you’ve been good enough for me to ride this monster?” he asks, running a finger up Ian’s reddened hard-on. 

Ian nods, reeking of desperation, barely able to squeak out a, “yes.”

“What was that?” Mickey asks, gripping him at the base.

Ian sighs with relief and tries again, finding his voice. “Yes, sir.”

It’s Mickey’s turn to nod, his other hand disappearing behind him to remove the plug he’d been wearing all night; the bulbous bung keeping Ian’s afternoon release warm inside of him. His eyebrows pinch as he pulls it from his body, throwing it towards the abandoned remote. Then, he straddles a quivering Ian and lines them both up, smiling lazily as the head of Ian’s cock pushes at his loose rim.

“Hold on tight,” he instructs, sinking down with practiced ease. Taking what’s his.

Ian knows what he means, understands that he’s both warning him about the wild pace he’s about to set, and alluding to the fact that Ian can’t go anywhere if he tried, but it’s more than that too. 

Even without the directive, Ian doesn’t plan on letting go any time soon.

[emmie-tt]

REQUESTS LIST

I updated my Request List, everything on here is the fandoms/people I will write for.

HARRY POTTER

Harry potter

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Tom Riddle

Older Severus Snape (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Severus Snape

Older Lucius Malfoy (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Lucius Malfoy

Older Narcissa Malfoy (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Narcissa Malfoy

Older Bellatrix Lestrange (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Bellatrix Lestrange

Older Remus Lupin (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Remus Lupin

Older Sirius Black (PLATONIC ONLY)

Young Sirius Black

Regulus Black

Molly Weasley (PLATONIC ONLY)

Arthur Weasley (PLATONIC ONLY)

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Eleven (PLATONIC ONLY)

Max Mayfeild (PLATONIC ONLY)

Will Byers (PLATONIC ONLY)

Mike Wheeler (PLATONIC ONLY)

Dustin Henderson (PLATONIC ONLY)

Nancy Wheeler

Jim Hopper (PLATONIC ONLY)

Robin Buckley

Chrissy Cuningham

Lucas Sinclair (PLATONIC ONLY)

Johnathan Byers

Erica Sinclair (PLATONIC ONLY)

Joyce Byers (PLATONIC ONLY)

Karen Wheeler (PLATONIC ONLY)

TWILIGHT

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen (PLATONIC ONLY)

Bella Swan

Emmet Cullen

Jacob Black

Rosalie Hale

Esme Cullen (PLATONIC ONLY)

Charlie Swan (PLATONIC ONLY)

Renesmee Cullen (PLATONIC ONLY)

Leah Clearwater

Sam Uley

Seth Clearwater

AVATAR/AVATAR THE WAY OF WATER

Jake Sully

Neytiri Sully

Ts'utey

Neteyam Sully

Lo'ak Sully

Kiri Sully

Tuk Sully (PLATONIC ONLY)

Tonowari

Ronal

Tsireya

Ao'nung

Roxto

AVENGERS

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Steve Rogers / Captain America 

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Sam Wilson / Falcon

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow 

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

OUTER BANKS

JJ Maybank

John B. Routledge 

Rafe Cameron 

Sarah Cameron 

Kiara Carrera

Ward Cameron

GREYS ANATOMY

Merideth Grey

Lexi Grey

Derek Shepherd 

Amelia Shepherd 

Mark Sloan

Addison Montgomery 

Callie Torrez

Arizona Robbins 

Alex Karev 

George O'malley

Isabella Stevans 

Jackson Avery

April Kepner

Owen Hunt 

Christina Yang  

SHAMELESS

Fiona Gallagher

Veronica Fisher

Kevin Ball

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher (PLATONIC ONLY)

Debbie Gallagher

Jimmy Lishman

Mickey Milkovich

Svetlana Yevgenivna

Mandy Milkovich

Karen Jackson

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Emily Prentiss

JJ (IDK HOW TO SPELL HER LAST NAME)

MISC. CHARACTERS

Austin!Elvis Presley (Elvis - the movie) 

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Anthony Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Olivia Pope (Scandal)

Fitzgerald Grant (Scandal) 

 MISC. CELEBS/PEOPLE

Elvis Presley 

Kylie Jenner

Kim Kardashian

Khloe Kardashian

Kourtney Kardashian

Kendall Jenner

Megan Fox

Chris Evans 

Sebastian Stan 

Sam Worthington 

RULES

I will write smut, fluff, angst

I wont write about R@pe, Abu$e, Ince$t or Raci$m

All my writing will be fem/GN!reader, I wont go into detail about skin color, body type or really any personal details unless asked to

I want to keep my stories fun so try and keep the requests non boring lol :))

If you have any questions please ask

SMUT RULES

No knife/gun play

No Non/Con

No Age Play

Certain Aspects of BDSM are allowed (i personally am a Sub sooo)

Dom reader is allowed but I prefer Sub

No Pet Play

If I think of anything else i'll add it!