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smitten // lip gallagher

request(s): A lip Gallagher x reader. Lip and the reader are dating and Carl has a puppy love on the reader. He gets nervous around her and lip just makes fun of him. ( can it be around season 1 , so Carl is the small smol bean) .

Could I request a Lip x Reader where they’re walking and she gets really cold and he tries to warm her up somehow

Lip and the reader having been in love since they first met as kids. Reader helping him with everything going on at home

requested by: @bobo-bush

please dont plagiarize my work!

word count: 1,057

Stuffing your hands into the pocket of your hoodie, you tuck your chin into your neck, bracing yourself for the cold winter air. You’re careful not to slip on the ice outside, making your way outside of the school doors, your eyes in search of Lip through the crowd of students hurrying to get home.

You spot him easily enough, a smile instantly falling on your lips as all care goes right out of your head and you rush over to him, nearly slipping along the way. Even though you’d seen him that morning, and during lunch, you wrap your arms tightly around Lip’s waist, pulling close for a hug, one that he easily returns. And when you lean back, meeting his eyes, while the two of you wear a bright grin, you let out a soft giggle.

Leaning up onto the tips of your toes, you press a kiss against Lip’s lips. It’s short and sweet, one that he immediately returns. And when you pull back, lowering yourself back onto the sole’s of your feet, Lip raises his hand, gently brushing back the strand of hair that had fallen into your eyes.

And then, for a moment, you just gaze at him, smiling softly.

“What?” He questions, raising a brow as the two of you fall in step with one another.

“Nothing,” you shrug, your laughter dying. “You’re just cute is all.”

Bumping into you lightly, Lip snorts; “I should be the one saying that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“Am I walking you home, or are you coming with me?”

Turning your head slightly, you glance at Lip through the corner of your eye. “Coming with you,” you answer eventually, voice gone quiet. “There ain’t anyone home for me anyway.”

Lip shuffles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “You got me,” he reassures, “all of us. Besides Carl’s been asking for you, he won’t shut up about you.”

Shaking your head, you laugh; “been melting any dolls lately?”

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Lip turns his head, eyes falling on the street next to him. “You know him,” he answers, smirking and giving you your answer. “Anyways, you know that, right?” At the look you send him, he elaborates. “That my home is always open to you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding your head. “I just feel guilty is all. Fiona has enough to stress about, I don’t want her worrying after me.”

“There’s nothing you’ve got to feel guilty about,” Lip comments, briefly glancing at you. “You do enough to help us. Always taking care of Liam, helping us with money, and more. You’ve earned a spot. And it’ll always be there.”

You don’t respond. Lip knows you’re grateful. So, instead, you smile softly to yourself, glancing down at your feet as you and Lip continue to make your way to the Gallagher’s house. It’s not that much longer of a walk, but you can’t help but wish you’d dressed a little more appropriately for the weather. You hug yourself, trying to brace yourself through the cold as you feel your body shiver in response.

Then, before you know, a jacket falls over your shoulders.

Lips parting, you raise your head, meeting Lip’s eyes. “Lip?”

“You’re practically shaking to death,” he says, turning his head away, and you swear you see his cheeks warm, and you know it’s not because of the cold. “You need it a lot more than I do.”

Smiling to yourself, once again, you pull the jacket tighter around yourself, pulling your arms through the sleeves. It hangs a little loosely on you, but it keeps you warm, and you love the familiar scent of Lip that envelops you. After all your years of knowing him, even since you were practically babies, his familiar scent has never changed.

It makes you feel safe. Warmed. Loved.

Soon enough, the two of you arrive at the Gallagher house. Everyone else is already home given that you’d had to stay a little late for a chem test, so, when you walk through the front doors, the house is busy with chaos and chatter. You’re greeted by Fiona who gives you a small hug and a smile Lip’s way, Lip helping you pull of his jacket all the while.

But, before you can even take one more step into the house, the sound of your name being screamed halts you and then there are small arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You stumble back in response, gaze lowering, laughing softly to yourself when you see, of course, Carl, clutching onto you tightly. He pulls back a moment later, smiling brightly up at you.

“Hey buddy,” you greet, grinning down at him as you pat the top of his head. “How have you been?”

“Great!” He exclaims, missing teeth showing as his lips curve into a wide smile. “Even better now that you’re here.”

“Okay, okay,” Lip chuckles, pulling Carl away from you by the shoulders. “Keep your little paws off of her, Carl.”

“Someone jealous?” You smirk, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Of this little shit?” Lip teases, pointing down at Carl who glares up at him. “Oh, a hundred percent. You’re practically smitten with him.” He exaggerates, the teasing nature of his words obvious by the look in his eyes.

Shaking your head, you crouch to Carl’s level, opening up your arms. Lip let’s Carl go, the boy immediately running into your arms once more, and steadying yourself, you pick him up, hugging him tightly. And, as you begin making your way inside, Carl talking your ear off about all the exciting things he’s done since he’s last seen you, your eyes meet Lip who smiling softly over at you.

“I love you,” he mouths, winking.

“I love you too,” you respond, though aloud. “But, not as much as I love Carl.” You poke Carl’s cheek at your words, the usually hardened kid giggling in response, cheeks warming.

“Hah!” Carl exclaims, sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“My heart,” Lip laughs, holding a hand against his chest.

“Be careful, Lip,” you warn teasingly, “little Carl hear may have stolen my heart.”

Winking at you, Lip shrugs. “I’ll just have to take it back later.”

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i know i usually dont upload on days that i post nrt, but i’m just really obsessed with lip lol. and i wanted to write for him real bad.

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strawberryshortcake143

1 year ago

pretty boy — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, tit play, unprotected p in v sex, virgin!sub!stiles x experienced!dom!reader — smut

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synopsis: the closest thing he had come to having sex was with his fist, until he confessed to you, that is

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in a dimly lit motel room, the buzzing neon sign outside cast intermittent flashes of light across the peeling wallpaper. the air was thick with tension as stiles stilinski, the epitome of social awkwardness and love-deprivation, sat on one of the twin beds, fumbling with his phone. scott had left to chase after allison, leaving stiles alone with his thoughts and an abundance of uncomfortable silence. just as he contemplated diving into another episode of his favorite tv show to escape the loneliness, there was a soft knock on the door. with a puzzled expression, he pulled it open, revealing you—bold, snarky, and an undeniable knockout. you sauntered in, a sly grin playing on your lips, and in your hand, a six-pack of beer.

“hey there, loser,” you greeted, taking in the melancholic atmosphere. “looks like we've got a room all to ourselves tonight. mind if i join the pity party?” stiles' eyes widened in surprise, a mix of embarrassment and relief washing over him. “uh, sure, come on in,” he stammered, hastily clearing a space on the other bed for you.

you cracked open a beer, handing one to stiles, and settled in comfortably. “so, what's got you wallowing in self-pity?” you asked, your tone laced with genuine curiosity. stiles took a sip of his beer and sighed, avoiding eye contact. “i've been doing some thinking,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “how is it that i've never gotten laid?”

you observed him for a moment, your sharp wit temporarily softened by empathy. “stiles, being in a relationship isn't the be-all and end-all of life,” you said, your voice reassuring. “besides, you're unique in your own quirky way. maybe you just haven't found the right person yet.” he looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and insecurity. “you think so?”

“absolutely,” you affirmed, leaning in a bit closer. “you're a good guy, stiles. you deserve someone who appreciates your quirks and cares about you for who you are.” as the night wore on and the beer cans dwindled, a connection grew between you two. stiles, usually tongue-tied and nervous around others, found himself opening up to you like he never had before. your witty banter and genuine interest put him at ease, making him forget his insecurities.

and then, in the quiet of that dingy motel room, stiles found the courage to confess his feelings. “you know, i've had a crush on you for a while now,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing your lips. “oh, really? i had no idea,” you teased.

stiles chuckled nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. “yeah, well, i guess it's hard not to when you're so—amazing.” you leaned in closer until your faces were just inches apart. “you know, stiles,” you whispered, “i've had my eye on you too.”

in that small, dimly lit motel room, something shifted between you and stiles. two people, seemingly different in every way, found a connection that transcended their differences. as the night deepened, you and stiles shared more than just beer; you shared stories, dreams, and a newfound closeness that neither of you had expected. it was a moment of vulnerability and connection that would change the course of their lives, igniting a spark of something beautiful amidst the chaos of teenagehood. and as the neon sign outside flickered on and off, it seemed to mirror the uncertainty and excitement of the journey that lay ahead for stiles and the you.

“so,” you began, discarding the empty can of liquid gold as you spoke. you met his gaze, his nervous, shaky gaze with a hint of something unexplainable in your own. whatever it was, it drew him to you. just as much as his nervousness drew you to him. “never been laid, huh?”

the question had him taken aback, leaving him with an almost offended expression as he scoffed. “you almost sound surprised.” he inquired with a, yet again nervous, chuckle. you shrugged, taking the opportunity to sit next to him on the ragged, uncomfortable sheets. “you're a pretty boy, sti, you could say i'm surprised, sure.” he didn't know which part got to him first—perhaps it was the way your tone shifted from playful to seductive in a matter of seconds, or maybe it was the way your siren-like eyes held his shy gaze with an immense need to ruin him. before everything else, he was absolutely sure it was your words that had gotten to him first. pretty boy. yes, the way his jeans tightened only confirmed his lingering thoughts.

“you think i'm pretty?” it almost sounded like a statement, rather than your typical question. you smiled rather gently, fingertips slowly creeping up on him, brushing his hair softly, trailing down his clothed chest, gracefully caressing his bulge through his jeans. “so pretty.” you affirmed.

stiles didn't know how to kiss, he didn't have as much experience as you did. he lacked the experience and tact you had, but not the passion. not the passion, not with you guiding him every step of the way ever so gently. your hands cupped his cheeks, tracing his jawline as you coaxed him into the kiss, allowing him to take baby steps into relaxing and finally melting into it. once he did, you found your tongue sliding into his mouth, intertwining with his as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sucking gently. you heard him gasp, and it was adorable. he was like putty under your touch.

“you sure you wanna do this?” the question came out almost as soon as the kiss was broken, leaving him panting with a painful ache in his cock. he nodded, almost too eagerly, puppy eyes desperate to experience this more than ever. you littered kitten licks and kisses down his neck, relishing in the way he shivered at the sensation. you had successfully gotten rid of his shirt, feeling how he only grew more and more eager to get on with it. before you could go any further, you found yourself pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his lap.

he watched in awe from below as you peeled your top off, pulling it off your head, leaving you in a stunning black bra. his eyes admired the curve of your tits, the way the bra squished them together, the recoil incoming with every move you made. “c'mere, baby, don't be shy.” you cooed, encouraging stiles to do more than just stare. it was just what he needed to hear. though inexperienced, he allowed himself to do what he felt was right—peeling your bra off, soft moans of pleasure leaving his mouth as he allowed him to fondle and grope your fatty tits, sucking on them and toying with them in a way that made both of you moan. he had his face buried into the valley of your boobs, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you pulled at his dark hair. he looked up at you, with an utterly innocent, horny gaze, saliva dripping down his chin as you watched him rut against the mattress, desperate for some kind of soothing friction. it made you all the more ready to ruin him.

“please, (y/n),” you had him begging for you to help him out, just a little bit. while you helped him remove his jeans, you couldn't ignore the way his moans got you worked up and wet. “gotta fuck you, please, please, please.” it was a string of incoherent pleading and whining, he was even more worked up than you were. he had no other way to act, what, with your tongue dragging alongside his clothed dick, teasing and taunting the wet spot on his boxers. you nuzzled your nose against him, tongue tracing his balls as you listened to the way he meweled, beads of sweat dropping down his temple.

that night, the first thing you found out about stiles was that he was sensitive. extremely sensitive. the second thing? he was hung. the sight of his bare dick made your eyes widen, the same way the feeling of the cool air hitting his hot, angry, hard cock made him hiss. unbeknownst to you, he had been carrying a, vaguely-spoken, above-average size this entire time. it wasn't something he chose to brag about—what would the context be? certainly not how he jacked off to photos of you every night, to polaroids he had taken of you on the beach or the mere thought of you in the position you were currently in. no, surprising you like this was much better.

“big boy, aren't you, sti?” the way you cooed, as if talking to a toddler, made his cock throb. he whined in response, breath hitching in his throat as you used your thumb to smear his dripping precum all over his cock, lubricating it with the thin layer of arousal. “you're gonna make a mess of me.” he hadn't planned on it until now.

he truly didn't know what to expect fron sex up until now. sure, he's heard stories from friends thay included scott and danny, he's heard the standard it set compared to using a hand to get off. however, feeling it for the first time—it was absolutely incomparable. it was another realm of euphoria, feeling his throbbing, aching cock slip into your wet, tight heat. you didn't have to prep yourself or anything, his long, hard dick gliding into the tight ring of muscle without a care in the world. he felt you flutter around him, the sensation better and tighter than when he uaually jacked off. his jaw slacked, eyelashes fluttering as a moan got caught in his throat. he knew he wasn't gonna last long.

“too fuck—fucking tight, jesus, shit—” none of his words were easy to make out, each one coming out slower than the last as you allowed yourself to bounce on his dick, hands pressed to his chest as his cock slid in and out of you. your tits were pressed to his face, and you couldn't help but moan lowly, the thin motel walls offering you little to no support. “so big, stiles,” you gasped out. you were full, fuller than you've ever been or felt up until now. his thick tip was pressing against your cervix, kissing it as he fucked you. “shit, too fucking big, sti.”

he loved it, loved knowing how good he made you feel. he used it to his advantage, repeating things he had only seen in pornos—rubbing your clit, fondling your tits, and grabbing onto your hips, grinding you down onto his dick as he fucked himself into you. he knew he was close, especially fast for his first time, especially fast for your third time. “i—i can't,” he forewarned, and he couldn't.

when he came, his mind went absolutely blank. he came hard, with a loud moan that had come off as unexpected for both of you. he came long and hard, harder than ever before, shooting all of his cum into your cunt, your pussy milking his cock completely, sucking every last drop out. his vision was blurry for a few seconds, and his mouth dry, the inability to form sentences overpowering him. if there was one thing you were good at, it was fucking.

and boy, were you a fucking good one.

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strawberryshortcake143

2 years ago

something else // lip gallagher

Request: Hi! Can I request a Lip x reader who’s being harassed when walking to school, so she asks him to walk with her in hopes it would scare the harassers off?

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 1,050

It’s obvious, by the expression on his face, Lip is surprised to see you stood outside his house that Monday morning.

You look more fragile then ever, stood there, clutching your hands together, wringing them tightly against one another. You’re constantly glancing around yourself, as if afraid someone will come bursting out from one of the bushes. Your bottom lip is in between your teeth and you’re gnawing on it.

But, the minute Lip’s siblings coming bursting through the front doors, you seem to snap out of your stupor and your eyes meet Lip’s. Carl and Debbie offer you a short greeting, Ian nodding at you but you only seemed focused on Lip. It takes him a moment longer before he follows the rest, heading down the steps, but instead of turning off, in the direction of the school, he takes the last few steps your way, brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

Sighing, your shoulders fall and finally, you pull your hands against, rubbing them over your face instead. “I need your help.”

Taking a step forward, Lip nods; “what’d you need?”

“These guys,” you start, exhaling with a shaky breath. It’s odd for Lip to see you so scared. Normally, you didn’t let anyone cross your path, let alone scare you. It’s what makes Lip unsure, so eager to help. “My dad… he pissed them off, and seeing that it’s just me and him, they’re using me to get to my dad. Not that the ass-hat would care… Lip, i’m scared they’re gonna attack me on the way to school.”

“So,” Lip pauses, “you want me to walk with you?”

“Only if you don’t mind,” you assure, holding your hands out before you. “You don’t have to. It’s just-”

Taking your hand in his own, Lip pulls you into step with him. “Of course I don’t mind,” he says after a moment, grinning over at you. “Anybody that tries to hurt you, has got to go through me first.”

His words elicit a smile from your lips, some of your worry and anxiety disappearing as Lip grins over at you. And as you continue, the two of you fall into step with one another, falling into a casual conversation. For once, the walk to school doesn’t seem so unbearably long, and you find yourself at ease with Lip by your side. Even though the two of you have been friends for as long as you can remember, you can’t ever remember the two of you talking, just you and him, like this before.

It’s what truly places the smile on your face. That, and his jokes.

And, just as you are about to reach the final stretch of street that will lead you to school, the peace is interrupted.

“Yo, Y/L/N! Where’s your father’s money?”

You halt, body freezing.

“We know you can hear us!” Another voice calls, “you ain’t deaf… Last time I checked.”

Slowly, you turn around, not unaware of Lip’s gaze on you. When you finally see the men, you realize there are only two of them, and while you don’t recognize them, you don’t have a doubt in your mind that these are the men your father owes money to.

Stowing away your fear, you raise your chin; “I don’t have it. Talk to him if you want it.”

The two look at each other, laughing; “we want the money now. And you’re gonna give it to us, or we’ll take it from you.”

“Did you not hear her?” Lip bellows, taking a step forward. “She ain’t got it!”

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Lip Gallagher,” Lip introduces himself, “now fuck off.”

One of the men take a step forward, obviously angered from Lip’s disregard of respect. “Listen,” he huffs, pointing at you. “This bitch’s dad owes us money, and we’re gonna get it. One way or another.” He takes a threatening step towards you, smirking, his friend coming up behind him.

Lip takes a step in front of you. “You take one more step towards her, and i’ll fucking kill you.”

Your lips part, eyes widening. Was he trying to die?

“Look, this guy thinks he can beat us.”

“Suits him,” one of them men shrug, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t mind proving him wrong.”

Before you know it, with seemingly a blink of your eyes, Lip lunges forward, socking one of the men across the cheek. He stumbles back in response, his friend catching him as your lips part, eyes widening. Your heart falls, fearing the worse, but then Lip’s grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you down the street you’d been heading towards and running.

“We’ll fucking kill the both of you!”

The two of you don’t stop running. You run past school, and continue, until you find yourselves tuck in some alleyway, hidden within the corners of it. When you’re finally able to stop, you fall against the brick wall behind you, hands falling on your knees as you pant to catch your breath.

“I think we lost them,” Lips says after a moment, breathless.

“Are you insane?” You screech, turning to him with wide eyes. “They could’ve killed you!”

Lip turns to you, his own eyes wide; “and they would’ve killed you the moment they realized you really didn’t have your father’s money.”

Sighing, your shoulders drop. “Doesn’t matter,” you huff, letting your head fall into your hands. “The minute they find me, or you, they’ll kill us both.”

“That won’t happen.”

Shaking your head, you turn to Lip; “look, i’m grateful. You helped me, you… you saved my life. But they will eventually find us, and my dad won’t pay them back. No matter what, i’m dead. And so are you.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

You pause, eyes falling on Lip’s own. “You’d do all that, for me?” You question, raising a brow. “A girl you’ve talked to a few times, sure, but have never been more than friends?”

Without hesitation, Lip nods; “yes.”

Shaking your head, you let out a laugh; “you’re something else.”

“Sure am.”

Blinking, you meet his eyes; “you mean it?”

“Of course,” Lip nods, taking your hand into his own, much like he had before. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” then, with a smile, “or myself.”

You laugh, “okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

requests are open for lip gallagher!

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strawberryshortcake143

1 year ago

Yes

things to manifest: rich girl edition ★

hey stars! this was the most voted post based on the poll that i posted a few weeks ago, so here you are <3

★ a bodyguard (maybe enemies to lovers??)

★ a fancy private school

★ your family's personal private island

★ your dream car (tesla, rolls, mercedes)

★ maids/servants

★ a gazillion dollar mansion

★ luxury cars

★ fine dining and gourmet meals

★ high end jewlery, bags and clothing

★ beats headphones

★ a beach house!!

★ a trip to outer space (that would be so fun omg)

★ a yacht

★ a private island

★ suuuper expensive sweet 16

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1 month ago

Jason: *rested his head on your chest and smiles in content*

You: what’s got you smiling like that Jay-jay?

Jason: listening to your heart reminds me that this isn’t fake, it isn’t my imagination to combat the loneliness, nor a punishment for me caring too much about others but instead a blessing and a gift that I don’t intend to overlook or misuse.ever. For knowing you love me unconditionally is more than I can ask for, but all I ever wanted.

You: *cuddle him closer to your chest* then listen to it until you get bored of it.

Jason: *kisses your collarbone* I could never, it’s my favourite song to listen to.

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strawberryshortcake143

2 years ago

Can some body pleas make a finley burns story like have you seen him he's a 100/10(like boyfriend fluff)

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strawberryshortcake143

2 years ago

YAAAASS!

‼️-PSA-‼️

if you write fanfic, then listen up!

your reader should never ever blush to the eye, because black people (and obviously other races) exist and many can’t blush to the eye

alternatives: get flustered, heat rushes to their face, or they may appear bashful

that is all, please respect all POC because they don’t deserve to be ignored. please don’t be ignorant, thank youuu

mmm also! please think of gn!reader fics. i’m non-binary and it’s so hard to find shit. so please, sincerely, let me read content that pertains to me. and when someone puts “S/O” in a request. don’t make it a fem!reader >:(

(edit: PARDON? where tf did y’all come from? thanks tho <3)

(edit 2: me to everyone on this post 🥰)

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1 year ago