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hypnotised (lip gallagher x reader)
prompt; day five, 'vampire'
content warning(s); mentions of alcohol, description of blood & feeding, biting kink (but like actually), kind of dubious consent (but also not?)
summary; when you found yourself at one of chicago's more elite clubs, you didn't expect the rumours about their specific clientele to be true.
word count; 1,552
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vampire!lip is an actual issue for me. the thoughts rot my brain at a near constant, it is painful but it is so so good, i need to make another part to this one-shot, i will eventually because AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i love him your honour
The club was loud, bass thumping and songs you - thankfully - knew blasting over the speakers. You had gone out with your friends, your fakes getting you into one of the more exclusive clubs in Chicago. It was said to have a specific kind of clientele, the supernatural kind but neither you or your friends believed in that shit.
Rumours had been flying around for years but you’d never once given much thought to it which is how you found yourself at the club. You and your friend - Angelie - had just pushed yourselves to the front of the bar, ordering two shots each which you proceeded to down after paying.
Then Angelie dragged you back towards the dance floor, one of her favourite songs blasting. The two of you sang to each other, dancing as you moved further and further into the crowd. Angelie kept a tight hold of your hand as you weaved through people, finding the ideal spot right in the center.
Hot bodies pressed against each other as you sang and danced and moved to the beat, your head throwing back. Alcohol made you giggly and confident, all of the anxiety from the day swept away as you danced with Angelie.
But as you were dancing, you spotted him. There was a guy, probably a little shorter than most guys you’d go for but he had the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen. They were a piercing blue and you caught his gaze. A smirk spread across his face and he winked at you. You giggled, face heating up as you looked away to look at Angelie.
Her hands were in her hair, moving along without a care in the world. You grabbed her waist and pulled her towards you so you could shout in her ear.
“Hot guy over there,” You shouted before pointing towards the man you had just spotted. He was talking to someone, a girl and you felt your heart sink. Angelie noticed too and she saw your frown, poking you.
“Get him to come over,” She shouted. You shook your head, glancing over at him. He was still looking, half the time his gaze was on the black-haired woman he was standing beside and the rest it was on you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you and it made you giddy. But the woman had to be his girlfriend, right?
“What if that’s his girlfriend?” You shouted into Angelie’s ear but she pretended that she couldn’t hear. You glared at her and she smirked, shrugging your shoulders. Your gaze moved back to the man and before you could do anything, he was moving towards you. Him and the woman he was with were moving through the crowd, right towards you. Angelie noticed your eyes widening and grinned as they approached.
Before you could internally freak out and run, the pair had made it to you. He was smirking and the woman was checking out Angelie. You continued to dance along to the music, looking at him with a tentative smile. You didn’t have time to question anything before he had his hand on your waist and he was pulling you in so he could talk into your ear.
“My name’s Lip and she’s not my girlfriend,” He shouted into your ear. The words just about filtering into your brain enough for your eyes to widen and to nod along as he looked into your eyes. The blue was hypnotising, everything about him pulling you in and you could see the sharpness of his canines when he smirked. The brief joke that Angelie had made earlier came to your head, ‘maybe you’ll get lucky, maybe you’ll finally meet a vampire’. It had been said entirely in jest but now you were face-to-face with Lip, you were wondering if the rumours were true about this club.
“Gonna tell me your name or just stare?” He asked, lips next to your ear again. It sent a shiver down your spine, his hand rested against your hip. It wasn’t hard enough to be possessive, giving you some leeway so you could step back if you wanted but you really didn’t want to. You moved forward and pulled him down so your lips were by his ear, you told him your name. He repeated it back, though you couldn’t hear him over the music. He then nodded, “Want to dance?” He requested in your ear. You nodded and you turned around, letting the music take you away.
Lip’s hands didn’t move from your hips as you moved to the music. The shots began to hit you as he ran his fingers over your hips and across the fabric of your outfit. It was driving you insane and the alcohol was making you bold as you pressed back into him. Your hand came up to his hair, tilting your head back to kiss him.
You usually weren’t one to kiss people in the club but there was something about him that drew you in. And his lips and the way he kissed so harshly and roughly yet sweetly was making you dizzy. Your fingers ran through his hair as you tilted your head, deepening the kiss. The gasp from him nibbling your bottom lip meaning he could slip his tongue into your mouth.
And you feel like you’re losing it, feeling his lips on yours was euphoric. You were so entranced by him that you don’t even notice Angelie and the woman that Lip was with making out next to you. You were so lost in him. You’re whining into his mouth, chest rising and falling heavily as you gripped his hair.
Both of you are panting for breath when Lip slowly moves his kisses from your lips, down your jaw and across your neck. You tilt your head back into him, exposing your neck for him to kiss.
Your body is completely lost in the music and the pleasure of his lips on you. You can’t even think about this and how unlike you it is because it just felt so good.
His lips found your the sweet spot on your neck and his hand was wrapped around your stomach. He felt the way you arched into him.
He was letting out muffled praises into your ear every couple of moments between his kisses. His lips found the spot behind your ear that made you whimper. So lost in the haze, you don’t notice the way his teeth grazed across your skin and then you felt him bite into you.
Your instinct was to scream, push him away but then the euphoria rushed through your system. It was a feeling you had never experienced but your mind felt numb, thoughts only on Lip behind you and how fucking good it felt to have him feeding off you. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you didn’t believe it but it was making you dizzy.
Your hand in his hair gripped his roots tighter, pushing him into you. You felt him chuckle against his neck, groaning into your skin as you felt the sharp pain of his teeth in your neck retract.
“That feel good?” He asked, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. You let out a soft whine, nodding your head. He smirked and then used his tongue to slowly lick up the blood that was dribbling down your neck, “Don’t be scared, just drink,” He said, the boom of the music in the club making you feel fearless. You didn’t care what he did, you were pretty sure you’d do whatever he asked you. His wrist was then in your mouth, a metallic taste of blood exploding on your tongue and invading your tastebuds. You wanted to push him away, choking on the taste but he wasn’t letting you up so you forced yourself to gulp it down.
“Good girl,” He said into your ear before he moved his wrist from your mouth. His blood was smeared over your mouth, your mind dizzy on whatever had just happened and when you looked over to Angelie, she was in the same state. Her eyes glazed over, mouth coated in blood and the woman licking her fingers.
You didn’t know what to think, what to say and when you turned to look up at Lip, his mouth was covered in your blood. It was dripping down his chin and you somehow found yourself wanting to kiss it away, lick up every drip from him.
“Can we get out of here?” You asked, leaning up to shout it in his ear. He smirked, using his hands on your hips to turn you around. You briefly felt dizzy before relaxing and looking up at him through hazy eyes.
“Sure, princess,” He responded, nipping at the shell of your ear before he stepped back. You looked at Angelie who seemed drunk on the woman’s presence and she waved you goodbye, the woman drinking from her neck again. You had no idea what had just happened to the both of you but you weren’t going to let it end now.
This man, Lip, was making you feel things you had never felt and the alcohol was making you bold and desperate.
You needed this.
You needed him.
More than you had ever needed anyone.
just started watching shameless, this show is the longest character study i've ever seen-
made it to season 10 and can i just say,,, my god.
just started watching shameless, this show is the longest character study i've ever seen-
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“ tha’s a good girl... ” lip mumbled, pulling you closer by the plush of your thighs. a squeak rattled out of your throat as you felt your stomach drag down against the rumpled sheets, only to feel the warmth of your boyfriend's breath against your wet opening.
it was a rather cold night when you had awoken lip, complaining he was hoggin’ the blankets and you couldn't get warm at all because of not only how cold it was — but because of how selfish he was bein’. you tried over and over to wrap yourself in what was generously given to you, but it wasn't helping; instead, leaving you to only shiver more than you already were.
the tide of heat that gathered at your feet from being under the blanket was torturous since the rest of your body was cold — that's what made you fed up, deciding to shake a hand to lip's shoulder. only, it wasn't a smart idea, because he let out an irritated groan and threw the blanket your way; mumbling something along the lines of ‘ annoying as always ’.
it hurt your feelings. sometimes he could be mean, but gosh, all you tried doing was explaining to him that you were cold.
so, you rolled over, snuggling into the blanket, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes since you were upset he was being a jerk. he probably didn't mean to, probably was just tired, but it still was... hurtful.
your sniffles had woke him up though. and he didn't remember bein’ mean —he was half asleep when complaining—, but he rolled over still, to see what he could do to make it up to you.
you wouldn't budge, which is how you ended up in this situation.
lip at the foot of your bed, on his knees, your thighs on each side of his head with your knees balancing over his shoulders. you were turned onto your tummy, elbows dug into the mattress as your hands clutched a pillow to your face; blocking out the rosiness of your cheeks and the giveaway that you already forgave this man.
he had been eating away, slowly and sloppily at your cunt for nearly thirty minutes now and still wouldn't let up. you were tired, but of course the pleasure you felt wouldn't even let you think of sleeping. instead, encouraging you to whine and whither under lip's hold.
tongue lifting to lick a stripe from your clit to your hole, a breathy moan was tugged from your lips. it made the blonde-brunette grin slightly; closing his eyes, humming, and then mouthing entirely over your vulva.
your hips shifted in reply; shaking, bucking back. lip firmly grasped at the fat of your thighs to hold you in place, his fingertips digging into the plump flesh vigorously.
lips glided back, only to leave your gooey cunt with a pop; a trail of saliva following behind. he kissed it away — and then kissed again. and again. and again, until his tongue was delving into your hole and spreading your lower-valley apart. it ripped a sharp gasp from you.
your stomach tensed up and you whimpered, desperately, trying not to moan out, “ l-lip— ”
he hushed you with a thwack to your ass. you whined, and bucked back again. “ lip, please— ” another thwack!
back arching and chest kissing the mattress, you looked back with teary eyes, only to meet lip's own darkened ones. they were no longer their pretty light aquamarine, more of a darker shade; somehow a blend of blue and green. still, it was hot. he was hot.
as lip pulled back, squeezing the cheek of your ass, his lips released your clit he had moved to suck upon. “ quiet. ” his eyes narrowed, whispering in a hushed tone, “ do you want your parents to fucking hear us? ”
you shook your head, inhaling sharply, squeezing the pillow tighter. of course you didn't, but it was so hard to keep silent when it felt so fucking good!
“ ‘kay... ” lip hummed, never breaking eye contact with you as his finger moved over your clit, and then down; dipping between the lips of your pussy and rubbing gently. “ so be a good girl f’me and be quiet, alright? give you m’cock if you shut that pretty mouth of yours.. ”
that definitely shut you up.
Kinktober Day 5 🎃
𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): ”Jesus fuck” you gripped onto the sink of the bar bathroom, knuckles turning white as your boyfriend absolutely pounded you from the back. It was halloweekend, and you and Lip had went out barhopping with a few of your friends from university to the Halloween events that were taking place.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Welcome to day 5 of Kinktober! With our beloved king Lip! If you'd like to see my schedule/masterlist for this celebration click right 🎃here🎃; & if you'd like to also check out my masterlist for Promptober 2024 click right 🦇here🦇. & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, Degradation, Swearing, Penetrative sex 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚-𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬
”Jesus fuck” you gripped onto the sink of the bar bathroom, knuckles turning white as your boyfriend absolutely pounded you from the back. It was halloweekend, and you and Lip had went out barhopping with a few of your friends from university to the Halloween events that were taking place.
“Fuckin told you I wasn’t gonna last the night with this shit” he spanks you again this time, harder, feeling his handprint swell on your skin, the contact causing a yelp to leave your lips. “You fuckin love this shit” he grabbed you by your half up half down ponytail, forcing you to look in the mirror as he absolutely wrecked you.
There was no way you were leaving this bathroom without anyone knowing you were fucked, there was black eyeliner running in thick black streaks down your cheeks, your black lipstick was smudged around your mouth that lip had wiped his carelessly with the back of his flannel sleeve after he noticed that it looked as if he had messily sucked on a lump of charcoal.
“You are just obsessed with bein’ whored out, yea? Love walkin around with your pussy painted in my cum, that’s what you wanted mm?” He wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you back to him and squeezing your neck lightly to bring that fuzzy floaty feeling it brought.
“I fucking love it” you said, your voice a bit breathy from the way he was holding your neck. The admission brought a cocky smirk to his lips and he chuckled a bit
“That’s my girl, that’s my good fuckin’ whore” he tightened his hand around your neck and quickened the pace of his thrusts. The sound of skin against skin was heard throughout the single genderless bathroom, your hips rutting against the counter with each thrust that would probably leave you with bruises tomorrow morning.
Your mind was nearly numb with pleasure, little squeaks you couldn’t contain leaving your lips with each snap of his hips. “God- I’m fucking cumming - lip-lipliplip” you ramble out and thankfully for the bumping music playing throughout the bar- no one would be able to hear you.
“Thaaaas it. That’s it babygirl- cum on my cock that’s it- fuck- clench sound m’fuck cock like that” he said his voice hot, desperate. You nearly went weak as your orgasm washed over you, arms shaking as you tried to support yourself on the sink.
“Good - fuckin- girl- shiiiiiit” he accentuated each word with a harsh snap of his hips, causing you to gush around his cock and he groaned. “Love that- so fuckin hot shit” he grunted as he wrapped his strong arms against you and kissed the back of your neck chastely as he buried himself all the way to the hilt as you clench and contract around him, his breath quivering.
“F-fuck lip fuck- fuck- so fucking thick” you whined out, turning your face to the side to capture him in a hot wanting kiss as he continued to fuck you from behind. He kissed your lips feverishly, thrusting out of you more frantically which told you he was getting close.
You moved his hand from your hip to your bare breasts that you’d pulled out so he could play with them as he fucked you, and he whimpers hotly against your lips, his breath warm before he captured you in another kiss to mask a whine that escaped him as you roll your hips back to meet his.
“Gonna give me one fuckin more ‘fore I cum, Tha’s the fuckin rules” he said hotly against your lips. Your arousal made the slapping of skin on skin much louder, strings of arousal coating your ass and his hips. He pulled you flush against him, thrusting up right into your g spot as he bit down on your neck in such a way that made your head spin. “I know you need it- hear how fuckin wet you are?” He thrusted harder “how easy it is for my cock to slip in and outta you? Like you were made f’me?” He sucked on your earlobe gently, before biting and tugging at it.
His grip tightening around your throat and his mixed pleas of “give it t’me, fuckin give it t’me, I earned it, let go princess- gimme y’r fuckin cum” were what caused your undoing. He knew you would be loud by the way your hips shuddered and you squirted around his cock, which is why he covered your mouth with his hand so you could scream into it and it was just a muffled moan.
“That’s it that’s my good fuckin girl” he grunted, reaching his hand down from your mouth and grabbing some of the slick with his fingers. When he brought them back up, they were glistening with your arousal and he admired them for a moment before sticking them in his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss and moaning as he sucked them clean.
The taste was his undoing, he grunted hotly as he buried himself to the hilt and his cock twitched as he released a hot large load into you. You watched him in the mirror in awe, his face red and sweaty from the encounter, his middle and forefingers hanging out of his lips like the most sinful thing you’d ever seen.
“Holy fuck” you whimpered, feeling the warmth fill you to the brim. He hummed at the taste, pulling the digits out of his mouth with a wet pop and looking at you in the mirror.
“Well someone’s a mess. In more ways then one huh? What m’I gonna do with you” he teased, grabbing your breasts
“Tits out” he squeezes them together, pinching your nipples lightly “all this black shit all over y’face” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look yourself in the mirror. He thumbed away a smear of black lipstick and kissed your forehead.
“Hairs all fucked out too. Mm?” He fixed your dress, pulling it up over your breasts before pulling out of you and you whimpered at the empty feeling, before the warmth began dripping down your leg and he smeared his cum on the inside of your thigh.
“Gonna leave that masterpiece though”
Fin
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sometimes i lose my mind over how they’re the same character
l4l presents... kinktober day seven
today's act: edging, starring lip gallagher
admonitions: fem!reader, womanizer!lip, fingering, use of good girl, mean!lip, orgasm denial.
word count: 767
this is for his own twisted, fucked up sake. lip isn’t normal. he doesn’t pretend to be. he’s shameless about his habits, his likes, his dislikes, blunt in how he presents himself in his attire and how he speaks to people. some find it offputting, and to hell with those people, but others, like you, find it rather enticing. where pedestrians steer clear of lip gallagher, you face him head on. you challenge him. you draw him in. he’s always attracted to you as if by some kind of magnet inside of you, never allowing him to stray too far, never for too long.
before you, he loved sex. he’s your typical run of the mill man who chases after a skirt or two when they walk past him. and in the not so typical aspect of him, he’s the same kind of guy who’ll get the skirt’s owner to flip it up for him, present themselves to him in a seedy location, bend over to his whim, and let him pound away until they’re arching and clawing at the nearest surface in front of them. he prides himself on his sexual prowess. he enjoys the thrill of it, the pleasure behind it, and for a long time, it was mostly about getting himself off. that’s not to say that he left his partners wanting, because that’s far from the case, but it’s different whenever the two of you become entangled.
lip loves to watch you fall apart for him, he loves to be the reason you do so multiple times. a strong woman like you who calls him out on his shit and who will also fall to her knees and suck his cock in the middle of arguing? you’re a dream and a half. he didn’t ever think he would have a dream girl until he met you and realized you fucked up every woman for him moving forward. no one will ever be as pretty as you do when they cum for him, never as tight around his length, never feel as good as you do, never capture his undivided attention like you currently have it now.
lip sinks his fingers in deeper inside of your cunt, continuing to shift them back and forth gradually. your hips raise off the mattress yet again, something that makes him roll his eyes because you can never hold fucking still when he’s got you like this. he stops the motion like he has for the past hour and a half when you’re nearing your climax, using your lifting hips as an excuse. he ignores your whines of protest and babbling begs for him to let you finish, his other hand pushing you back down to the plushness below by your lower abdomen. he keeps you down, resuming his crooking, watching with a tilted head how your lips part and you almost downright squeal for him from the action.
this is what he means. this is not about him getting off, as hard as his cock is right now, biting at his zipper in his denim jeans. no, he’s enamored by how the sweat glistens on your brow, by how you’re soaking his fucking hand with arousal, by how tight you get every time you’re close. you keep on failing to tell him when you are. he’s pretty sure you’re doing it on purpose to see if you can hit that peak he’s deprived you of this entire time, but he knows your body better than you do at this point. he’s too smart for his own good sometimes. in this case, you wish he was as clueless as the men before him who didn’t know what they fuck they were doing. but if that were true, you wouldn’t be getting an orgasm at all.
“you can wait longer,” he says, speeding his fingers, beginning to pump them all over again. your walls stretch over the girth of them, moans drowning out of you, your thighs twitching and flexing. the muscles there are so sore now, beginning to cramp, but it feels so fucking good, you’re unable to think anything coherently as you whine.
“please, lip, i can’t… can’t wait, need to cum,” you beg. but lip smirks to himself.
“don’t be so dramatic. you’ll cum soon. and then you’ll cum soon around my dick as many times as i want,” he promises, leaning over to kiss your cheeks, avoiding your mouth. as much as you’re acting like this is torture, he has to bite back his laugh when you nod your head wildly. that’s his good girl.
Kinktober Day 7 🎃
𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): “Shut the fuck up” Lip huffs, smoke billowing out of his nose in a cloud, cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. “All those little fuckhead boyfriends you been runnin’ round with” he took the cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray that sat half full on his nightstand. “Not one of em had the balls t’go down on you” he asked seriously.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello everyone ! Welcome to the end of the first week of Kinktober! I hope you've all been having fun so far, & as always thank you all very much for the love you've been showing the prompts thus far! If you'd like to see my schedule/masterlist for this celebration click right 🎃here🎃; & if you'd like to also check out my masterlist for Promptober 2024 click right 🦇here🦇. & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 500+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of smut, Swearing, Vulgar language, Smoking, No use of y/n 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚-𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬
“Shut the fuck up” Lip huffs, smoke billowing out of his nose in a cloud, cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. “All those little fuckhead boyfriends you been runnin’ round with” he took the cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray that sat half full on his nightstand. “Not one of em had the balls t’go down on you” he asked seriously.
Your cheeks felt like they were burning from the inside out. Now that he said it like that, you were embarrassed on the real reason why. Sure, you had gotten one or two offers…but the idea had made you feel super insecure, considering the first time a guy had went down on you in high school he made some back handed comments about your…appearance that stuck with you, so ever since then you had sworn off the act. “I mean- one of them asked but I just said no…” you shrugged like it was casual, taking another drag of your cigarette and looking down at your lap to avoid his burning gaze.
“Why? Girls I been with like it even more then getting fucked sometimes” he said, tilting your chin up to look at him once again. You swallowed thickly at the action, shrugging a bit
“Cause one time a guy told me I looked… strange- so I just don’t wanna anymore” you said shyly, breaking his gaze to put your cigarette out and he chuckled.
“Bullshit. I call bull. Why don’t you let me be the judge- I seen plenty of pussy in my day. Sure way more then that moron, I’ll be honest” he said and you laughed, rolling your eyes and shoving him playfully.
“Lip- shut up you’re so stupid” you shook your head and he grabbed your wrist
“I’m for real- lemme see. If it’s pretty I’ll eat you out that’s a good deal, like I said I’ve been told I’m quite talented” he pinned your hand to the bed, kissing your neck with hot open mouthed kisses, nipping above your collarbone gently.
You moaned, head falling to the side on instinct and other hand finding the back of his head, rubbing over his spikey buzzed hair. “Lip” you breathed, rubbing over the back of his neck.
“Please? I’ll make you feel so good” he said into your skin, letting go of your hand to slink his into your shorts, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt you weren’t wearing panties. “You were expecting t’fool around, weren’t you” he said and you giggled a bit
“No I just like being commando sometimes, I dunno Lip…what if he was right” you huffed, tugging at his wrist and he rubbed between your folds, feeling you up with his fingers and he hums.
“You feel pretty, I know we’ve only fucked a few times n’I haven’t offered - but, from what I have seen , you have a really pretty pussy, baby” he purred in your ear, circling your clit with his expert fingers in the way that made your thigh twitch, all of your resolve melting away.
“Fine- you can, but y’gotta be honest”
Fin
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you poor thing, sweet mourning lamb (18+)
summary: you trust Lip to never compel you. This being said, he wants to try something new in the bedroom
title from: "Ptolemaea" by Ethel Cain
word count: 1.3k
content warnings: could this be considered blood play?? is all vampire sex blood play? MDNI!!! afab reader genitalia, vaginal oral sex, edging/orgasm denial, vaginal fingering, TVD style compulsion (consensually), biting (surprise??)
side note: welcome back TVD-Shameless au, everyone say hi to heretic Lip Gallagher we love him
divider by @strangergraphics
"Please, baby.." Lip bites softly at your jaw. The attention to your jaw and his begging has you pressing your heel against your core to alleviate some of the pressure building.
"Lip- I don't know- I don't think that-" You're cut off with a moan as Lip nips softly at your carotid.
Lip removes himself from your neck, looking at you with wide eyes. The look he gives you is pleading, and you can feel your fight slipping.
"Please, baby... 'S the only way to be sure.. Promise you'll feel so, so good.. If you don't, we'll stop, and I won't do it again.. Even get you some vervain, make sure it doesn't happen again.." Lip's asking you so nicely, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of your inner thigh.
He brings his other hand to cradle the side of your face softly as you mess with the fabric of his shirt. Lip knew you trusted him to not compel you, so there was never a need for you to hold onto vervain. He discouraged your relaxed mindset, often telling you about the dangers of other vampires who would want to compel you.
However, what he was offering tonight wasn't the usual compulsion you were worried about. The only thing Lip was suggesting was testing to see if he could prolong your own release.
The idea intrigued you, to say the least. You don't give it too much more thought before you're nodding, "Yeah... Okay, okay.."
Lip's eyes light up, gaze dancing across your face to make sure there's no signs of discomfort.
"Oh, baby... Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Lip starts to pepper your face with kisses, biting softly when he kisses over your cheek and jaw. "Gonna feel so good, I promise.."
Lip pulls away from you and brings both hands to hold your face, rubbing softly against your cheekbones. His eyes are intense as he looks into yours.
"You're not gonna come until I say so," Lip's voice is firm and authoritative, further stoking the fire in your belly. You watch the way his pupils dilate as he speaks. "Gonna tell me if it becomes too much or you don't like it."
All you can do is nod, not entirely sure if you're meant to feel different because of his words. He gives you a soft smile before he kisses you gently.
Lip guides you to lay back against the bed, his body moving fluidly with yours as you fall back. He's quick to trail kisses over your shirt and down your body, tugging your shorts and underwear down your legs as he kneels on the floor in front of you.
He starts with soft kisses along the inside of your knee, slowly trailing up your thigh to where you need him the most. You whine softly when he stops in the middle of your thigh, sucking hard against the skin before soothing the spot with his tongue.
The feeling of Lip's teeth sinking into your thigh makes you groan loudly. You can't help how you buck your hips off the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets to keep yourself grounded. His tongue traces softly around the punctures in your skin, hand squishing your thigh to coax out more blood. Lip's other hand lays flat against your stomach, applying a soft pressure as he pushes your hips back onto the mattress.
When you look down, your gaze meets his, pupils blown wide as he laps softly at the source of blood coating his lips. The view makes you dizzy and whine softly. He abandons the bite to kiss farther up your thigh. Placing a kiss right above your clit, moving his mouth lower.
The feeling of Lip's canine tickling against your clit makes you gasp. His breath is warm against your core. He's quick to replace his fang with his tongue, licking a stripe up from your slit to your clit.
Lip laps softly at your hole, bringing his hand lower to rub tight circles against your clit with his thumb. When he pulls his mouth away from you, your hips attempt to chase him. He huffs softly against your skin, the sound muffled slightly. His tongue is quickly replaced with the tips of his wet fingers, his thumb is replaced with his mouth softly sucking against your nub as he slowly inserts his two fingers.
His now free hand slips away from your body and you can only assume what he's doing based on the groans he's releasing against your clit. The vibrations of his voice and feeling of his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you his intoxicating. When he removes his mouth from you with a kiss, you feel his tongue prod at the puncture wounds on your thigh, tracing the drops that slipped down your skin.
You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening and feel the way your walls clench around Lip's fingers. However, the feeling of your release washing over you never comes. You can't help but whine at the feeling, bucking your hips into Lip's hand in an attempt to find a way to loosen the knot in your stomach. He holds his hand still, letting you fuck yourself on his fingers, letting you get increasingly frustrated as you chase a release you can't find.
"Lip.." You whine softly, lifting your hips off the bed, his arm following the motion of your body easily.
"What's wrong, baby?" He asks you, feigning innocence, tilting his head to the side.
"Please- Need to-" You're cut off by your own moan when Lip leans forward to suck gently on your clit. He's gone as quick as he was there, slipping his fingers out of you gently.
Lip pulls away from your core to tug off his shirt, tossing it somewhere towards the end of your bed. He brings one of his hands from your hip to hold your jaw, keeping you from looking away from him as his rolls his hips against your own. Your eyes roll back, not containing the way your hips rut into his own. Lip takes advantage of your open mouth, bringing you into a sloppy kiss.
The kiss is tangy with blood and your slick, coating his lips and tongue as he explores your mouth. He can't help the way he groans into your mouth, rutting his hips against yours. The kiss is quickly broken as you moan into his mouth, both of you panting against the others' lips.
Your brain is dizzy, your body jittery, and on edge as it holds back your release.
"Lip.." You whine, tugging at his shirt and trying to bring him impossibly closer.
"Feel good, baby?" He asks you, breathing heavily above you.
"Mhm.." All you can do is nod, moving your hands down to tug at the waistband of his boxers.
"Look at you.." Lip chuckles softly. "Got y'all turned around, don't I?"
You nod again, not really taking in any of the words he's saying. You can't help but whine when he moves back from you, mourning the loss of his warmth against your skin.
Lip tugs off his boxers, kicking them to the floor and pushing up your shirt to expose your chest. He's quick to kiss along your chest, placing a sharp nip over your heart. Lip pulls back when you gasp softly, watching droplets of blood slowly roll down your chest. The feeling of his tongue has you arching your chest into his face, breathing heavily.
Lip places a soft kiss to the broken skin, kissing along your collarbone and up to your jaw. The open mouth kisses he places along your skin make you whine, turning your face to capture his lips with yours.
"Gonna feel so good, I promise... Just gotta hold out a little longer, baby.." Lip kisses you shortly before lining himself with your entrance.
"Promise you're going to feel so, so good.." He tells you gently as he starts to slowly push in.
It's going to be a long night.
Kinktober Day 11 🎃
𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): “Jus’ one more come on, one more an’ you can let go. Proteins, Carbs, Lipids annndd-” Lip continues to curl his fingers in just the right way. You’d been holding back for what felt like forever. “Fffuck- fuck- I don’t know!” you said desperately, rubbing over your face and toes curling into the sheets. “It always fucks you up. C’mon babygirl, it has 2 parts” he said and you sighed in relief “Fucking nucliec acids- shit!” You cried as you let go, gushing over his fingers and thighs quivering as you finally were able to let go.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi everyone! Welcome to Kinktober day 11/31! I hope you enjoy todays rendition of kinktober with our prince Lip Gallagher! If you'd like to see my schedule/masterlist for this celebration click right 🎃here🎃; & if you'd like to also check out my masterlist for Promptober 2024 click right 🦇here🦇. & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.0k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Orgasm denial, Fingering, Unprotected sex, Swearing 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀
“Jus’ one more come on, one more an’ you can let go. Proteins, Carbs, Lipids annndd-” Lip continues to curl his fingers in just the right way. You’d been holding back for what felt like forever.
“Fffuck- fuck- I don’t know!” you said desperately, rubbing over your face and toes curling into the sheets.
“It always fucks you up. C’mon babygirl, it has 2 parts” he said and you sighed in relief
“Fucking nucliec acids- shit!” You cried as you let go, gushing over his fingers and thighs quivering as you finally were able to let go.
“That’s it baby, let’s see you forget that one again mmm?” he chides with a bit of a chuckle as he worked you through, tonguing and lapping over your clit. You took deep, panting breaths as the aftershock of your orgasm came in waves. Your hips twitched and bucked, Lip huffing a chuckle of satisfaction into your flesh and slowing his fingers to let you catch your barings.
“Ready for the next one?” he rests his chin on your mound, big blue eyes blown wide with lust, little rings of icy turquoise around his pupils. You swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath and nodding.
“I better ace this test, Gallagher.” You said with a small smirk and he hummed, continuing his ministrations inside of you, brushing the pads of his fingers over your g-spot in such a way you weren’t sure how you were recalling any of the information he was asking you for, but it was working and that’s all that mattered at this point.
He snorts a laugh, “I told you i’ve tutored many students, this has proven to be my best method of training you to recall information when it counts, so- let’s see” he looked at the study guide next to his thigh he’d stolen from your bookbag to convince you to try this method of ‘studying’
“What is the monomer of carbohydrates? There can be 3, and I need their official name” he smirks as you groan in exasperation.
“Lip! These ones are hard- jesus” you sigh in pleasure as he brings his lips to your clit, sucking lightly as he continued to use his forefinger and middle finger to assault your g-spot.
“Tha’s the point pretty girl, the harder the better” he muttered before sucking on your fold lightly to let you think properly and you sighed out, racking your brain.
“Glucose and Fructose are 2 of them- the third always- ah- mmmmhmm like that” you whine, back arching off the bed as he adds another finger and pumps them in tandem faster with lapping over your clit.
“Tha’s right baby one more c’mon you got it” he urges, resting his cheek on your thigh as he focused on the rhythm of his fingers.
“It’s- uh- mmm- starts with a g?” you asked pathetically, hands frantically grabbing at the sheets since he’d buzzed his hair you no longer had that to ground you during moments like this.
“Good girl, It does start with a G, c’mon now you got it really think princess” he praises, Large nose bridge stimulating your clit as he sucked and lapped at your folds while his fingers continued curling and working your core, small whimpers and whines being torn from your throat to add to the symphony of lewd wet noise coming from your core as he worked his fingers.
“Galactose- galactose-” you laugh when you finally find it, quickly turning into a moan and he hums in approval over your clit causing your hips to buck at the overstimulation it brought while he pressed the pads of his fingers to your g-spot.
“Tha’s right pretty girl, you remember what I told you how to remember that one?” he asked and you smiled lazily, fully lovesick and fucked out
“Galactose like galactic, galaxies cause I love space” you said and he gave you a long kiss, the taste of your tang lingering on his tongue causing you to hum in pleasure.
“Tha’s right, my smart girl” he praised and you blushed, grabbing his wrist, looking up at him with pleading eyes you always used to get your way since you knew he could never deny them.
“I want you inside me” you said sweetly, fluttering your lashes for added effect. He chuckled, rolling his eyes and easing his fingers out of you, bringing them to your lips.
“Clean up y’mess, then we can talk ‘bout it” he said and you eagerly opened your mouth, sucking on the three of his fingers and moaning to sweeten the deal, swirling your tongue around his fingers the way that he liked.
“Fuckin’ hell” he breathed out, watching you with hooded lids, thoroughly drinking in the sight in front of him. “See how good you taste? How fuckin sweet” He purred, thrusting his fingers into your mouth further, touching the back of your throat until you gagged and coughed in his hand, a minx like smirk on his lips. “Goood girl” he purred “Gotta get my dick wet f’you want me t’fuck you, right?” he chided teasingly, pushing his plaid pajama pants down just enough to let his cock free before removing his fingers from your lips and coating his cock in the saliva you’d so gracefully been forced to put in his palm.
“That wasn’t nice” you said, wiping your chin and looking up at him with swollen, kiss bitten lips as he knelt a knee on the bed, pulling you by the hips swiftly in one long drag down the bed causing you to gasp and giggle a bit.
“I know, I just like seein’ you gag sometimes, sue me you look pretty with your eyes all teary like this” he chides, rubbing the head of his cock over your clit causing a breathy sigh to leave your lips, a small smirk forming
“Your nose is wet” you teased with a giggle, reaching up and brushing your slick off the tip of his nose. He caught the pad of your thumb in his mouth sucking it clean and lining himself up before thrusting inside with one long motion, your hips flush together.
“Savin’ a snack for later” he said jokingly.
Fin
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Bruised
Characters: Lip Gallagher x reader, Fiona, Ian, Debbie, V
Summary/ Request: How do you think lip would react if fwb that they've known each other forever ends up coming to the house in the middle of the night in the middle of winter with sleep shorts and a tank top with socks, covered in bruises
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: Parent abuse, physically abuse
A/N: PROTECTIVE LIP AHHHHH!!!! I just love him and know he'd protect reader at ALL COST! All mistakes are mine as I am sometimes too lazy to proof read but I hope you enjoy!! Let me know what you think!! <3
You are in a daze.
Your frail body shakes as the sudden flashbacks of yelling and pushing and crying continue to play in your head. Trying to understand, to comprehend what in the hell just happened. Thinking a million thoughts yet completely nothing at all. Your head aches, the shooting pressure builds, beating against your skull.
The snow crunches under your steps, soaking through your socks as you stumble to keep yourself up right. The icy wind causes you to tremble more than the horrors of the night. Barely able to keep your eyes open wide enough to see where you are going.
Having no particular destination in mind but here you are standing outside Lip Gallagher’s house, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, begging to be let in.
Lip has been the person you’ve leaned on for almost every bullshit thing that has happened in your life, understanding each other on a deeper level. It was only recently that your relationship with Lip became sexual but your connection was much more than that. And unfortunately neither of you have the guts to make it anything more than just friends who sleep together.
Your knocking rapidly increases, quickly becoming impatient until you hear the lock on the other side click and the porch light turn on. Coming face to face with his older sister Fiona who’s look of annoyance quickly washes over with concern, brows furrowing, mouth open in shock as she stares at your fragile body, wearing only a cotton tank top, small boxer shorts and socks shielding you from the cold. Your exposed skin is covered in purple bruises, deepening in color with every second that you tremble in front of her.
Immediately snatching one of the jackets off the hook behind her and wrapping it around your shoulders as she pulls you inside. Goosebumps lining your skin as the warm, inside air circles around you. The pain is no longer from the cold but from the aching bruises.
And while your world has been turned upside down, a happy boy on the next street over is fighting a huge grin as he walks back home.
The extra skip in Lip’s step was from the wonderful night he just spent with Karen, mainly the sex part. Their relationship has become more positive and Lip hopes that they are finally going to make it more official, like boyfriend/ girlfriend official, no one else on the side.
But...becoming official with Karen means that he will no longer get to see you...at all. Karen is hugely jealous of your relationship with Lip. The inside jokes, the constant hanging out, the connection that she sees that you two are obviously oblivious to. And the only way that she agreed to making things official with Lip is that he will have to cut off all ties with you.
Lip is feeling torn, picking between you and Karen should be so easy for him but these past couple of months, especially when you add sex into the equation, makes him question everything. He lets out one more deep breath, the fog floating in front of him as he knows that tomorrow he will finally have to tell you that you can’t be friends anymore. Knowing that the outcome is going to be disastrous.
Skipping every other skip as he jogs up the stairs of the back porch, a curious thought enters his mind as he notices all the lights shining into the darkness of the night and the door unlocked as he jiggles the handle. Walking into the warm kitchen, unwrapping his scarf and shrugging off his jacket, dismissing the items onto the table until some unknown later time.
The commotion from the front end of the house travels around his body as he stumbles to kick off his boots, catching himself on the wall by the stairs to stop himself from falling over. Peaking around the corner, trying to understand the roaring chaos that fills that Gallagher house tonight.
Ian comes down the stairs, his hand placed on his forehand and the other holds a phone tightly to his ear. Practically arguing with the person on the other line, speaking some details about a house over on Gilmore Street.
Gilmore Street…that’s where you live.
Lip’s interest suddenly peaked, his face asking a plain question towards his younger brother…what the hell is going on here?
But Ian waves him off, continuing on his story on how the police need to check on the house now and how something really fucked up happened.
Lip stands there dumbfounded, trying to figure out this super confusing situation that he just walked into. His attention floats elsewhere as the two women in the next room talking abruptly loud. If he didn't know Fiona and V personally, then he would think hat they are arguing. Walking closer to the dining room but not actually in the room itself, Lip watches their interaction.
Their movements are elaborate and complex. Fiona runs fingers through her hair, tossing it to one side, passing the hard floor beneath her. The conversation between them is making no sense to Lip, something about having to wait until tomorrow and trying to solve some problem.
Lip stands still, his mind trying to piece the puzzle together from the small details that he has been given. But how could he, when it feels like everyone is talking in code. Like it's some top secret event that he can't know anything about.
Feeling something graze his side, bringing him back to reality to see Debbie walk between the two women towards the living room. In her hands a mug with steam coming from it. Walking quickly to the couch where she hands the mug to a girl. Lip following Debbie's same movements to get a better look at who's in his house. Eyes wide when it see that it's you...
A confused look freezes on his face as he studies your body. Your shaky hands reach out towards the mug as the warm contains seeping through the glass cup through your body. Your eyes fixated in front of you, as if the small girl standing in front of you isn’t actually there. Your chest heaving rapidly, breathing heavily through your nose. Knees bruised, shaking together.
It is as if the dam that keeps the water of emotions behind a strong wall suddenly shatters. The instant fire spreads through Lip’s body as he sees your weak state. The walls of decorum crumble as his hands turn into fist and his jaw locks. The blood making his face bright red, moving quickly to your side, his knees hitting into the wooden floors hard as he practically pushes Debbie out of the way so he is kneeling in front of you.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” Lip voice breaks through the chaos of the house as he holds onto your shoulders, shaking slightly but your gaze would shift to meet his, “What happened, tell me!” He whines, the pain mixed with anger driving his actions.
“Don’t yell at her dummy.” Fiona shouts as she comes over, grabbing Lip off the floor so they are face to face.
“What the fuck is going on?” The spit spewing from his mouth, his hand signaling towards you and why you are bruised and bleeding and hurt. Why you? Why you?
“We don’t know. Your little girlfriend just showed up here like 10 minutes ago.” V crosses her arms behind Fiona.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Lip quickly remarks, the comment would have stung you more if you can actually concentrate but tonight is not the night for you to be dwelling over how Lip Gallagher feels about you.
Your soft voice speaks his name.
Lip coming to you again, “Hey,” Lip’s kind eyes are on you, his touch now gentle as his heart aches.
Eyes shaking as they meet him, glossing over as a tear slips down your cheek. But you struggle to get any words out.
“Just tell me what happened?” His hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears, “Please tell me.”
Gulping hard, your trembling body making the liquid in your mug move, hesitating as you say, “My dad."
“He got out?”
“From where?” Debbie asks.
Lip groans, hate having to explain further, “Prison. Shut up.” Debbie rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed.
“Th-this morning.” The words feel like cotton balls in your mouth.
“He did this to you?” Standing up immediately, “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. Get the bat Ian.” He points towards his brother who instantly follows his orders.
The tears start flowing now, the snob leaking from your nose. Your body collapsing as the abuse of the night finally settles in causing you lose yourself.
“Lip.” Deb pulls Lip's attention back to you.
“She needs you right now buddy. You can beat the son-of-a-bitch up tomorrow.” Fiona patting his back before leaving the room.
And he knew Fiona was right. He didn't need to be this guy who beat the shit out of some low-life, that isn't going to make him a hero to you. Lip needs to be here for you now, comfort you, take care of you. Be the man that you need.
He realized why you came over to his house, looking for him at your darkest moment. Understanding that you and him can spend hours together without saying a word. Be closer, more intimate then sex with Karen will ever be. It was always going to be you, he was always going to pick you.
Wrapping his arms around you as you sob deeper against his chest, shushing as he rocks you, "I've got you." Kissing the top of your head. The instantly relief coating your body.
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Let me know what you think!! thank you for reading. I LOVE YOU!!!
I actually posted about this but I thought a fun dynamic to play with for lip and his girlfriend would be lip and a non drinker. Shes like the designated driver caregiver and the gallaghers love her because after parties they all magically wake up in their beds and lip just really values her more than life, like hes so in love its insane
A million times yes to this!! I love the idea of soft!Lip. Hope you love it!!
Soft 4 You
Lip Gallagher x reader
A/N: This is told from Lip's perspective which I think just lets us get into his head and how he feels about you. If you see any mistakes, no you didn't.
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Summer in the Southside means two things - sweating your ass off during the day and partying until you black out at night. For Lip, the getting drunk off of your ass was all part of the fun, especially when he knew you were around to make sure he got home safely.
The events of last night quickly fade away as the sunshine peeks through the makeshift curtain pinned to the wall. The whipping sound from the fan turns into a high pitch ring causing Lip to groan. His heartbeat pounding right behind his eyes as the beginning of a headache settles in.
The feeling of his brain wanting to burst out of his skull makes him grab his pillow, placing it over his face, half covering himself from the sun and the other half suggesting that maybe death is a better way to deal with this hangover. His arm stretches out to feel around the bed, but it's empty, the presence of you long gone on this painful morning, if you could still call it morning.
Pushing on the pillow more, the pressure lightly helping with the deadly headache. Squeezing his eyes tighter as the image of you begins to form inside his eyelids. Your smile, your voice, your laughter dancing around Lip’s head, the only solace from the raging migraine.
He wants to live inside his mind forever. The memories playfully swirl through his head as a warm, fuzzy feeling brews inside his chest. His heart beats faster just by thinking of you, the way you brighten a room, how you carry yourself, selflessly putting others before you. Caring for his siblings as if they are your own, stepping up to take the responsibility of the household on your shoulders.
Since Lip met you, he has promised himself that he will become a better man for you. Become the partner that you deserve, striving everyday to do so. Lip wants you to have the world, hoping one day he can be the one to give it to you.
Lip is so helplessly in love with you that he definitely doesn’t mind the fall.
The cotton mouth is too much to handle as he just lays there in his own sweat. He thinks if he waits here long enough that at some point you will show up, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, fingers rubbing over his chest, your sweet scent engulfing his nose. But sadly he can’t wait that long.
Groaning as he lifts himself onto his elbows, blinking a couple of times as his surroundings become clear, the headache throbbing more with every move. His eyes trailing along the room before seeing the tall glass of water that sits on the dresser. Smacking his lips a couple of times as he wants nothing more than to drink something.
Pushing himself up, a small puddle of sweat lay underneath as he scoots to the edge, the bedsheet sticking to his legs as he fumbles to stand up. Using the dresser as leverage so he doesn’t fall.
The faint hint of a smile appears as he comes face to face with the water and next to it, two Advil and a little note that says ‘take these’ signed with a heart in the corner and your initial. His heart skips a beat as his fingers trace over your delicate handwriting. Barely being able to think straight because of the hangover and now you got his mind racing a million miles an hour with your love.
Quickly raking a hand through his hair before swallowing the pills and chugging the water. Closing his eyes to allow the medicine to relieve some of his pain, knowing it will take longer than a couple of seconds.
Tripping over himself as he pulls on a pair of jeans. Leaving his room to wobble down the hallway and descend down the stairs to the kitchen. The sound of chatter and laughter fill Lip’s head, wishing the happy sounds weren’t causing his head to pound more. Finally stopping on the bottom step as he observes the scene in front of him.
Deb’s and Carl’s laughter fill the small room as you are telling a funny story. Your voice erupts louder as the punchline comes, sending them into fits of laughter. Their faces tell how much they enjoy having you around, the way you bring a sort of calmness to the house. Turning it into a home.
The kitchen is a bit of a mess as the grand breakfast you made - pancakes, eggs, bacon - sits on top of the stove. The dining table is messy as Lip can tell you just finished eating. Taking your time with his siblings to bond with them and get to know them on a deeper level.
He couldn’t love you any more than in this exact moment. Without you knowing he was around.
Lip gets pulled from his thoughts when Ian comes racing down the stairs behind him, patting Lip on the shoulder while he passes by. Prompting you to turn towards them both, a huge smile forming on your face, the kind where your eyes grow smaller and your cheeks grow bigger.
And God did that damn smile light a fire inside of him that he will let burn forever.
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what did you think ??? thank you for reading !
gallaghers n mickey meeting lip and ( post ) pregnant! readers baby when she leaves the hospital 😭😭
fiona's unable to hide the growing smile between the cracked fingers of the hand clapped over her mouth. she's practically bouncing on her toes when you step outside the automatic doors and into the dewy night. "i didn't realize they'd release us so late," is your hushed apology when lip wriggles a hand between your crossed arms to relieve you of the baby balanced between them. "i would have been so happy to bring her over tomorrow."
"nonsense!" fiona gasps when the newborn is placed delicately inside her hold, brown irises already twinkling with raptured delight. "oh look at her.." she croons, going so far as to trace a gentle forefinger over the bridge of her nose. "she's got the gallagher nose, don't she?"
bashful, lip casts his gaze down to his feet, where he kicks at a crack in the asphalt. "not gonna take all the credit here," he mumbles, the thumb of his left hand, which is shoved inside a dirty pocket, picks at the cart of cigarettes he's trying not to pull out. "she's got your eyes, princess. that's for sure."
an arm that's not lip's, swoops over your shoulders, tugging you into the owner's side before you're able to register the embrace. "did good, kid," mickey grumbles, motioning to the infant with a free hand. "doesn't look all fucked up. that's a win in my book."
your nose wrinkles with a surprised laugh, and you nudge away the brunet with a soft elbow to the gut. "thanks. i did my best."
fiona's noise of disappointment is quickly hushed when ian take your daughter from the female, assuring to cradle the weight of her head with stretched fingers. "so what, this mean we get to crash your pad more often now? i mean, for babysitting purposes or whatnot."
you nod, your head nestling itself into mickey's scruffy neck. "you know you're welcome, anyway. besides, the more help i can get, the better. god knows lip isn't gonna wake up for the diaper changes."
Lip after being treated by Mandy like a literal king :
LIP and his SQUISHMALLOW 10.07 ― 10.08 ― 10.10
