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chonitopaz · 8 months

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You sighed to yourself walking up to the Gallaghers door hoping and praying that Fiona wouldn’t be the one to answer the door. You knocked twice before stepping back from the door pulling a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket lighting one. It felt like you were out there forever till the front door opened and you were met with site of Fiona.

You took a long drag off your cigarette pushing past her letting yourself in, “Before you say anything I’m here for lip.”

She nodded following you into the kitchen, “It’s good to see you.”

You turned to look at her for a split second before turning your head to the side not wanting to meet her gaze.

“I guess you’re not gonna talk to me?”

You sighed turning to look at her, “I have nothing to say, I basically told you all I had to say the last time I was here.”

Fiona chuckled shaking her head, “Can you at least tell me if we’re even still together?”

You stayed silent as you walked over to the ashtray sitting on the kitchen table putting out your cigarette, “You hurt me Fi.”

“I know and I feel shit for what I did and I miss you like crazy,” She said stepping closer to where you were standing fiddling with the hem of your jacket.

“Fi, please don’t make this any harder than it already is,” You said trying your hardest not to give in to the temptation of the woman standing in front of you.

You looked at her for a split second and you wanted nothing more than to kiss her, she looked at you with those big brown eyes wrapping her arms around your neck.

You inhaled deeply taking a step back because you were scared that if you stood there like that with her then whatever were to happen next you wouldn’t be able to help yourself, “You didn’t let me finish.”

You cleared your throat looking down at your hands fiddling with your fingers, “It’s hard enough being here being around you.”

You paused before saying your next words, “It’s taking everything in me to not grab you and kiss you, to take you upstairs to your room and have makeup sex with you.”

“Then why don’t you?” Fiona questioned with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Because then I picture Jimmy’s smug face and you kissing him which is what’s keeping me from doing just that.”

Fiona looked like it was taking everything in her not to cry, “Okay. Well are you at least still going to come to Carls birthday thing tonight at the house?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Fiona.”

“He really wanted you there. Look you ain’t gotta go for me just do it for Carl at least. Please?”

You really didn’t want to go because it was really hard being around Fiona. You can’t help, but thinking back to the night she told you her and Jimmy kissed. You wanted to say no or just tell her yes that you still plan on coming then just not show up, but then you started thinking about Carl and how much you really care for that boy.

You inhaled deeply running your hand through your hair, “Okay, I will for Carl.”

Fiona nodded shooting you a soft smile. You stood there awkwardly for a few moments, you were thankful though when you heard foot steps coming down the stairs. You turned your head to see lip.

“Yo,” He announced attempting to throw on a jacket.

You kept your gaze on your shoes trying your hardest keep your cool. Lip went over to the fridge pulling out some orange juice. He looked between the two of you with a raised eye brow.

“You guys all good?” He questioned looking at you then back at Fiona for a response.

“Yeah man,” you said.

Fiona nodded shooting lip a dejected smile.

“So where are you two off to?” She questioned trying to change the subject

“I asked her to help me with this piece of shit bike I got in yesterday. Figured I could use her mechanic knowledge.”

You couldn’t stop looking over at Fiona no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes on anything else, they always ended up back on her.

“I’ll be outside,” You said abruptly looking over at lip.

He nodded, “I’ll be out there in one sec,” You heard him shout before you closed the back door.

“Pass me that wrench,” You said pointing over at the tool box beside you, still keeping your full attention on the mess of a bike in front of you.

Lip did as you said handing you the wrench, “You see what I’m doing here?” You questioned

“Yes boss,” He said with a slight chuckle.

Causing you to chuckle, while flipping him the bird. “Thanks for showing me this stuff. Brads been on my ass about this bike for days.”

“Anytime man,” You said tightening up one of the last screws.

“So you and my sister still on the outs?”

You stopped what you were doing reaching over for the rag next to you wiping off your hands, “Think we’re a little more than on the outs.”

Lip nodded taking the cigarette he had sitting behind his ear before lighting it, “You know she feels like shit for what she did, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this upset”.

You sighed, “I miss her I do, but I don’t think I can trust her.”

Lip took a long drag off his cigarette, “Look I hate to say this because she is my sister. I know she doesn’t have the best track record with loyalty, but I was there that night. She made him leave and she didn’t take it any further than the kiss.”

You inhaled deeply taking in what Lip said, you knew about Fiona’s past relationship endeavors and she was honest with you about everything, but you didn’t know if you were going to be able to take her back after this.

Lip chuckled bringing you out of your thoughts, “Cat got your tongue?”

You chuckled, “I appreciate what you’re trying to do. This is between me and your sister though.”

He nodded putting out his cigarette, “Just don’t dick her around, if you’re gonna call it quits just do it. It’s driving her crazy not knowing. Shit that’s all I’ve been hearing about for the past week.”

“I got it covered man,” You said patting his shoulder.

“And don’t worry even if things don’t work with your sister and I. You can still come stay with me every weekend champ. We also wanna let you know that we still love you very much,” You joked.

“Funny,” Lip said flipping you the bird.

You laughed going over to the tool box stealing one of Lips cigarettes, “You uh comin to Carls party tonight?” Lip questioned leaning up against the tool box.

“Yeah I guess I am,” You said taking a drag off your cigarette.

“Good.” Lip said.

As you and Lip entered the Gallagher house you started to feel a little overwhelmed, because you knew that people were going to ask questions pertaining to you and Fiona’s relationship status.

You took a deep breath only exhaling till you made it halfway into the living room, Where everyone was dancing around with beers in their hands. You were just about to make a beeline for the kitchen, when Debbie stopped you rambling about some girl she’s been seeing.

You chuckled, “Debs I just got here let me grab a beer before you unload your girl drama on me.”

Debbie groaned going over to the couch where Franny was sitting picking her up. You watched her as she disappeared up the stairs a little relieved to not have to play gay therapist.

You made your way into the kitchen grabbing one of the beers from the box off the counter twisting the cap off and tossing it to the side. You leaned up against the counter watching everyone dance around. You scanned the living room your eyes landing on Fiona, you smiled to yourself when you saw what she was wearing.

She had on a long sleeved V neck showing off a lot of cleavage and those damn leather shorts she knew you loved. You were almost positive she was wearing them to get your attention. You watched as her and V danced to some pop song you didn’t recognize, you couldn’t take your eyes off her you let your eyes travel down her body.

You wanted nothing more than to pin her up against the wall and mark her neck with hickeys. You set your beer down about to give in to the temptation, or at least you were until you heard someone clear their throat beside you.

You turned your head to see Carl, you smiled at him relieved, “Sup birthday boy.”

“Sup,” He said giving you a fist bump.

“You get the gun I asked you for?” He questioned almost causing you to spit out your beer.

“Dude your sister would kill me.”

He sighed, “I’m seventeen, she’s always got a stick up her ass.”

You chuckled passing the boy a beer, “Not a gun, but it’s something.”

He twisted the top off clanking his beer bottle against yours, leaning beside you on the counter. You let your eyes wander back to the brunette you cannot seem to get off your mind. She was still dancing with V laughing at something crazy the woman probably said.

“You and Fiona back together?” Carl spoke up.

You jumped a little forgetting that the boy had been standing beside you. “Uh no it’s kind of complicated.”

He nodded, “Do you still love her?”

You turned to look at Carl shocked to be having this conversation with the boy. You remembered when he was just a little kid running around terrorizing neighborhood animals and lighting things on fire, but he wasn’t that little boy anymore.

“Of course I do, things are just rough right now.”

“The thing with Jimmy?” He questioned chucking a little.

“Yeah the thing with Jimmy.” You said the man’s name leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

“One thing you gotta understand Jimmy is like a roach. You think he’s gone, but he always comes back and he’s hard to get rid of. Fiona loves you though and she fucked up there’s no denying that, but I really think you should talk to her. Let her know where you guys stand because it’s really eating her up. Plus it would suck to not have you around.” Carl said taking a quick swig out of his beer.

You smiled at the boy ruffling his hair, “Where’d all this wisdom come from?”

He swatted your hand away rolling his eyes, “Growin up in this house you learn a thing or two.”

You chuckled wrapping your arm around the boy.

“So since I possibly helped fix things with you and my sister?” The boy questioned.

“I’m not getting you a gun dude.” You said before he could even finish his sentence.

The younger Gallagher smacked his lips wiggling his way outta your grasp, “You guys fuckin suck.”

You shook your head as you watched the boy disappear back into the sea of people in the living room.

You stood there still debating on whether or not to go talk to Fiona. After about two more beers, and a shot you eventually worked up enough courage to go talk to her.

She was still standing with V her back turned. You inhaled deeply as you approached her. V looked at you then at Fiona causing the woman to turn around. Her eyes went wide when she saw you, almost like she was in shock.

“Hey,” Was the only thing you could think to say.

“Hey,” She said nervously.

“Can we talk?” You questioned.

“Outside?”

You nodded while following behind her.

The two of you stepped out back shutting the door behind you. You sat down on the steps as you turned to look at Fiona who followed your lead.

“You came.” She said breaking the awkward tension that was very noticeable.

“Told you I wouldn’t miss it,” You said keeping your gaze on your shoes.

“Guess you thought I’d bale?”

She chuckled, “I had my doubts.”

Before you knew it the awkward silence was back. You looked over at the woman for a split second before averting your gaze back to the ground. Your eyes landing on a twig, you picked it up tossing it into the distance.

“Look if you’re not gonna talk I’m going back inside,” Fiona spoke up lifting herself up off the steps.

“I love you, Ya know?” you said barely above a whisper.

Fiona froze, “I love you too.”

“Then why? Why did you kiss Jimmy, I thought this shit with him was over?”

“I don’t know,” She said running her hands through her hair.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You said trying your hardest not to raise your voice.

“We have history. Okay?”

You shook your head trying really hard to control your temper, “Fi I have loved you from the moment I met you. I’ve been there through majority of your past relationships, Jimmy’s a dick, I don’t know why you always fall for his shit. Am I just not enough?”

“You’re more than enough.”

You stood up getting off the porch, you reached into your pocket pulling out a cigarette from your pack. You inhaled deeply then exhaled watching the smoke dissipate. Fiona stood up making her way over to where you were standing.

“I know I fucked up, but I don’t wanna lose you. You’re the only good thing I got goin in my life right now.”

You took another drag off your cigarette turning to look at her, you felt her icy hand rest on your cheek as she looked at you with those damn big brown eyes that have always been your weakness.

You grabbed both of her hands, “Your hands are freezing.”

“Everything on me is freezing right now,” She said moving her hands from yours. You felt her hands slide into your jacket pocket’s causing your breath to hitch as you realized just how close the two of you were.

“Fi,” You said as the gap between the two of you was on the verge of closing.

“Hmm?” She hummed.

“We shouldn’t,” You said as her lips grazed yours causing your brain to go into over drive.

Before you knew it your lips were on hers, you wrapped your hands around her hips pulling her closer. Her hands made there way to the button on your jeans.

You pulled away abruptly, “I can’t.”

She looked at you confused, “Why not?”

“Because I’d be doing the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t.”

Fiona shook her head, “I’m going back inside and you know what? You can take your ass home. I’m done trying to show you that I really do love you and that I really do care about you. I’m trying to be a different person, I’m trying not to fuck things up with the one person who has actually been honest with me, that’s actually treated me like I matter.”

“Guess I fucked that up though.” Fiona mumbled turning around.

You stood there as you watched her make it up the first step, too busy battling with yourself to even try and stop her. You took one last drag off your cigarette discarding it onto the ground. Your eyes were still on Fiona, you watched as she made her way up the fourth step stopping in her tracks, she turned to look at you tears streaming down her face.

It made your heart ache and for spilt second nothing else mattered. Jimmy’s smug face didn’t matter, you telling yourself not give in didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered right now was Fiona.

“Damn it,” You mumbled jogging over to the porch.

As you made it to the fourth step Fiona threw her arms around your neck, you let your hands find their way to her waist.

“I really do love you,” Fiona whimpered.

“I know and I love you too.”

Fiona pulled away to look at you as you brought your thumb to her cheek wiping the tears that fell, before bringing your lips to her forehead.

“Does this mean we’re still together?” Fiona spoke up her tone slightly uncertain, but hopeful.

You took a deep breath bringing your hands back to her waist. A small smile creeping onto your lips as you looked at the woman in front of you.

“Yeah I guess it does.”

You awoke the next morning to the sunlight shining through the window practically blinding you, you yawned looking around the room that definitely wasn’t yours. Memories of the night before flashed through your mind.

You rolled over only to be inches away from Fiona’s face. You smiled to yourself as you listened to the sound of her light snoring bringing back a sense of comfort that you didn’t realize you needed. You brought your hand to her face moving some of her hair behind her ear causing her to stir around.

“Stop staring,” Fiona said her voice a little raspy.

“I can’t help it, I forgot just how hot you look in the morning.” You chuckled wrapping your arms around her waist.

She groaned bringing her head to rest on your chest, “You know as much as I’d love a round three, I’m still pretty exhausted from the other two rounds from last night.”

“Ah giving up are we, thought Gallaghers didn’t give up?” You joked causing Fiona to giggle.

“We don’t.” She yawned.

You chuckled bringing your lips to the crown of her head, “I love you.”

Fiona moved her head to look at you with a soft smile, “I love you too.”

You brought your hand to Fiona’s cheek running your thumb across her bottom lip, completely mesmerized by just how beautiful the woman truly looked in the morning, even with bed head and bags under her eyes she still looked like a dream.

You couldn’t even deny that you missed mornings like this because to you and Fiona nothing else mattered. It was just the two of you too wrapped up in your own little bubble to care about anything else.

“You don’t know how much I missed this, how much I missed us.” Fiona spoke up her voice filling the silence in the room.

Instead of saying anything you leaned in till your lips connected with hers. The kiss was slow, but passionate although it did begin to escalate from there. Before you knew it you were on top of Fiona as your lips trailed down her neck, you were half way under the covers when you felt Fiona’s body jolt.

“Damn it Carl!” She yelled angrily.

You took that as a sign to throw yourself on the other side of the bed making your way out from under the covers. You looked over at the boy who was standing in the door way with a smirk on his face.

“Dude knock next time,” Fiona sighed running her hand through her hair.

“This mean you guys are back together?” Carl chuckled which only irritated Fiona more.

“What do you want?” Fiona snapped.

“Frank’s in the kitchen trying to clean himself in the sink again,” his smiling fading to a look of disgust.

Fiona groaned, “You guys can’t deal with it?”

Carl shrugged before walking off.

You chuckled watching as Fiona stood up picking your black polo jacket up off the floor throwing it on.

“Fuckin Gallaghers,” she mumbled.

You shook your head as Fiona tossed you your t shirt, “Man I missed gettin cock blocked by your family.”

Fiona huffed looking over at you with a sour look on her face as she attempted to get her sweats on, “Meet you downstairs?”

“Yes ma’am,” you said bringing two fingers to your forehead saluting her.

Fiona rolled her eyes letting out a slight chuckle, “You’re such a fuckin dork.”

“But I’m your dork!” You shouted as the girl made her way out of the room flipping you the bird.

As you made your way down stairs you couldn’t help, but smile at the familiar sound of the Gallaghers bickering. That was one thing you never thought you’d miss, you made your way into the kitchen adjusting your jeans.

“There’s the woman of the hour!” Ian was the first to greet you lifting up his coffee cup like it was a beer.

You chuckled attempting to make your way over to the coffee pot as you watched Fiona swat Frank with a news paper.

“So I guess you two made up?” You turned your head to see Lip who was coming down the stairs with a cigarette dangling between his lips.

You were about to answer the man until Carl beat you to it, “I heard them fuckin makin up all night last night.”

You nearly spit out your coffee at the boys comment.

“Yeah you guys are loud,” Debbie chimed in picking up Franny sitting her at the kitchen table.

“Alright enough,” Fiona said walking over to where you were standing as you pulled her into your side.

“Don’t you guys got somewhere to be?”

“Why got some more makin up to do?” Carl joked causing the other Gallaghers to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Bet you didn’t miss this?” Fiona said gesturing to all the chaos going on around you.

You turned your head to look at the woman, “Believe or not I actually did.”

Fiona chuckled shaking your her head, “How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” You said pulling her closer to you kissing the crown of her head.

In that moment you felt like you were home because to you Fiona was your home and you were hers.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 4 months

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Murphy’s 5k Celebration Masterlist.

find the celebration post guidelines here.

Divine Timing. - Carmen Berzatto.

Casual. - Carmen Berzatto.

Not So Secret. - Carmen Berzatto.

Cards on the Table. - dbf!Santiago Garcia.

Forbidden Fruit. - Lip Gallagher.

Tension. - Juice Ortiz.

Faking It. - Frank Castle.

Drunk Poetry. - Benny Miller.

#murphy’s 5k celebration #carmen berzatto x reader #benny miller x reader #frank castle x reader #lip gallagher x reader #juice ortiz x reader #santiago garcia x reader

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andreafmn · 1 year

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 5

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

Word Count: 2.7K

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

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Pairing: Lip Gallagher x NonBinary!Reader

Warnings: foul language

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lovergirly · 1 year

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guys, i really want to start writing for shameless! give me some requests please 💕

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #shameless fanfiction #ian gallagher #ian gallagher x reader #fiona gallagher #fiona gallagher x reader #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #debbie gallagher #fanfic #shameless x reader #frank gallagher #kevin ball #veronica fisher

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shawtybabe · 2 years

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Hey, I haven't really had the motivation to continue the Vance x reader at the moment so I'll take requests.

My list consists of:

-𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚢

- 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎

- 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 (𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜)

- 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 (𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜)

-𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 13𝚝𝚑 (𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚅𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜)

- 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 (𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎)

- 𝙸𝚝 (𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 1 & 2, 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔)

- 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 (𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎)

- 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

- 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

- 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

- 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖

- 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 (𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚌'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝)

- 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢

- 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕

- 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕)

- 𝚃𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜

- 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞

- 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜

- 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝚂𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍)

- 𝙻𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚉𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊 (𝙸𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝, 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`))

-𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 (𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚜 "𝚁𝚊𝚠𝚛." "𝚁𝚊𝚠 𝚛𝚊𝚠." "𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚠 𝚛𝚊𝚊𝚛." 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.)

Thats about it for my list, so if youre interested, ask away, ill tag you in ths post. <3

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Hi, that's me again😅

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

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

another great idea! <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

have a great day!

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myocsfanfictions · 7 months

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

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

Warning: this story will contain smut.

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Chapter 1

"Oh fuck, Lip!" She moaned, gripping the bars of the bunk bed as Lip was thrusting himself from behind her.

"Am I making you feel good, Des?" his hold thight on her hips, setting the pace.

"So fucking good" she moaned, moving her hips so to make him understand the she wanted for him fo move faster. He chuckled as he gripped her harder, surely living marks, as he complied with her silent request.

"Oh my fucking god!" She almost cried, covering her mouth with her hand. Too loud, they could not be loud, or the children might heard something from downstairs.

"Afraid to get caught?" Lip asked teasingly, as Desna looked at the closed door.

"What if...oh fuck" she moaned, "The kids hear...shit...or if Fiona gets back?"

Lip stopped his movement, slipping out of her, before turning her so that he could look at her in the eyes. His hands caging her head.

"Then we have to be quick about it," he said before crushing his lips on hers in an hungry kiss. Leading her to walk towars the bed.

"Ian's bed makes so much fucking noise," she complained in between kisses, her arm circled around his shoulder and one of her hands moved to touch his hair, like she knew he liked it.

"Better then," he said pushing her on the materass before, climbig above her, he was quick to put himself in between her, entering her with a strong hip thrust, "Since you'd love to be caught."

"Oh fuck, Lip!" She tried disperately to keep quiet, her eyes shut and her lips open.

"You like it, don't you?" The sound of skin slapping was filling the room, Lip's moans in her ears as he kissed the skin of her neck.

"Lip, please..." she whispered trying to keep quiet, her eyes on the door, as his pace got faster. God he was thrusting in her so good.

"Yeah, you do," he moaned sliding one of his hands in between them to start rubbing her clit, and to sto herself from cry she had to bit on his shoulder, making him course, but it didn't make him stop talking, "Like when I fuck you in the bathrooms at school, yeah?" His strong thrust made her moan, his words made her shiver.

"Fuck, Lip!" She moaned again, making him chuckle.

"You'd like to be seen as I fuck you hard," he said before kissing her, silencing the loud moan that was about to leave her lips. His speed incrased, and she did all she could to follow his pace. She could feel him stretching her so good, reaching that spot inside of her that made her forget everything. His finger working on her pushing her closer and closer to her release.

"Shit Lip, don't stop!" She begged gripping his hair making him groan, his lips were back on hers to give her another hungry kiss.

"Don't stop!" She said as he thrusted up, making her yelp "Shit, Lip!"

"I love to fuck you, Des," with every thrust moans left her mouth, "So fucking good, Desna!"

She bit at his shoulder again as she climaxed, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the cloth of shirt.

God, Desna Hills loved how Lip Gallagher fucked her. And she absolutely adored to observing him as he moved above her cheasing his own released. His eyes closed, low groans lifting his lips.

"Wait," Desna said as other moans left her mouth because of his moviments inside of her, "Lip, stop!"

"What? What's wrong?" He asked stopping before his eyes looked down at where their bodies were joined, probably afraid that he had hurted her somehow.

Desna smiled, before moving her fingers under his chin, so that his blue gaze was on her.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," at her words his eyes widened before a smirk appeared on his lips.

"That's fucking hot, Des," he said, before kissing her, giving another thrust that made her left a sound in between a chuckle and a moan. He then moved away so that he could sit at the edge of the bed. Desna smirked as she moved to stand up, so that she could walk in front of Lip, locking her eyes with his and making sure to never look away as she knelt in between his legs. Her hands traced patterns on his tights before her fingers closed around his shaft, making him try to hold a moan in. Desna smiled at the reaction as she moved her hand up and down, his body tense, so she got closer kissing the top of his cock, giving him quick teasing licks.

"Don't be mean, Desna," he said, his knucles white for the force with which he was gripping the sheets, "I don't know how much more I will last."

Desna smirked before opening her mouth to take him in.

"Shit, fuck!" He moaned as she starter to bob her head up and down. She made sure that her hair was out of the way so he could see her taking his full lenght in her mouth, and to make sure he could see her green eyes on him.

"Fuck, you're so hot, baby," she smiled, sucking harder and moving her head faster, she really wanted to see him cum for her like that.

"Shit, Des," he said covering his mouth with his hand, careful to not make too much noise. At that point she took his other hand to put it in her hair so that he could move her as he pleased. And so he did. She relaxed as he gripped the root of her dark hair, moving her head as he needed. He hit the back of her throat at some point making her gag.

"Fuck I love this, Des," He said moving her head faster, "Fuck you're so beautiful like that." He was there and she loved it, "Shit, I love to fuck you so bad!" And with that she could feel his hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. He was groaning to try and keep the volume down, as she moved her head up and down his shalf some more, before releasing with a pop. Her green eyes locked in his blue ones, he was breathing heavy, red cheeks and messy hair. That was a sight she liked to see, and she felt proud that she was the one making him feeling like that. As she started to lick his cock again, ready to take him once more.

"Stop, stop" he said with a grin making her stand up with him "I can't believe you've gave me head," his arms moved around her waist, from her lips escape a chuckle.

"Was it good?" She asked putting her hands on his shouders, "I've seen it somewhere and I wanted to try," he pulled her closer, making her giggle.

"Good does not describe it," he said chuckling, before his eyes moved to observed her face. He was looking at her intensily, and she could not stop herself to bit her lips, and he groaned, " God I want to fuck you again so bad."

She smirked as he leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips moved against his, her eyes closed and she moved her arms to circle his shoulders so to not make him move away. Then he moved so to rest his forehead on hers.

"Do you wanna?" He said giving her another peck on the lips.

"I'm supposed to look out for the kids," she said, her fingers were now gripping his locks.

"They are smart kids, they can survive," he said looking at her, before putting his lips on hers again, his grip around her waist tight.

"Come on..." he whispered.

Desna chuckled.

"What got you so eager?" She asked, "What is it? Karen is not giving you any lately?"

He smirked before assaulting her mouth again. His hand moved under her skirt, making her moan as he started to rub her clit again.

"Don't be a bitch," he said, as his tray of kisses moved to her neck. Her hand secured on his hair.

"I'm not the bitch, here," she said pulling him closer, with a serious expression. She wasn't like Karen.

"Don't be jelaous, then," he chuckled, assaulting her neck again but Desna only scoffed.

"Of Karen Jackson?" She said as she could feel him hardening again against her body, "Please, how many times have you fucked her today?"

He stopped his movement thinking "Um... none" she smirked as she leaned closer to his mouth, "And how many times did you fuck me, today?"

"Four," at his words she frowned.

"Three," she corrected him.

"Yeah, you're right," Lip said as if he was thinking, that was his smartass face, she knew it by now, "Well, then let's make it four!" he said before, pushing her on the bed making a yelp leave her mouth.

"Lip, I have to go back down," she said chuckling.

"You are helping me, don't you remember?" he said positioning himself in between her legs, "You have to help me find my phone," he said entering her again.

Desna moaned at the sensation, "What shit of an excuse!" She said before moaning again as he started to thrust inside of her. Her core was still sensitive from before making her feel his every move even more "Oh fuck, Lip, shit!"

"Fuck, Des," he moaned in her ear. He was fastening his pace, the room filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and skin slapping once again, when they could hear footstep on the stairs.

"Des! The alarm of the oven went off!"

"Fuck, Debbie!" Lip exclaimed as Desna pushed him away, so that she could stand up. She fixed her shirt and skirt before exiting the room, making sure to close the door behind her.

"And charge the fucking phone, next time, Lip!" She exclaimed with fake annoyence, begore turning towards Debbie that now was running to her.

"So did you two do it?" the girl asked, making Desna wide her eyes.

"What?" It came out with a higher pitch from what she had expected.

"The phone. Did you find it?" Debbie asked with a frown.

"Yeah" Desna answered smiling, "It would have been easier if that room wasn't a mess."

"Tell me about it," the little girl said nodding her head, before taking Desna's wrist, "We have to go!"

"Where?"

"The alarm went off, the cookies are ready!" Debbie argued.

Shit, that was true.

"Debs, go turn off the oven, I have to use the bathroom real quick, then I'll take out the cookies."

Debbie observed her, but she seemed satisfied with her answer.

"Alright, but hurry up!" Then she run towards the stairs.

Desna took a deep breath. That was another close call. She thought as she went to the bathroom to wash her hands and fixed her hair.

Desna Hills had known the Gallaghers for four years now, since when she had moved to live with Kev and V in the South Side of Chicago. She have known Kev since she was a child, her family was totally fucked up, so when she was twelve Kev and V decided to take her in. Desna loved to live with them, they were funny and nice and they even gave her a job at Kev's place, called the Alaby. It was filled with drunk people, nothing that she hadn't already seen, she liked the place. In the morning she went at school and sometimes in the afternoon she babysits Fiona Gallagher's children. She wasn't payed for that, but she didn't care. Fiona's was V's best friend and now Desna had become the Gallaghers' friend as well.

"It went well," Desna looked at Lip through the mirror.

"You clearly have no idea what well means," she said shaking her head with a chuckle, before moving to walk out, but as she passed next to him Lip stopped her by the waist.

"I'm sorry," he said as he shrugged his shoulders, "We were having fun, weren't we?" His hands were around her waist, as her hands moved around his neck, their bodies close once again.

"We were," she said rubbing her nose against his.

"When can we finish?" She laughed at his words.

"You are so eager today!" Desna said trying to move away, "What's gotten into you?" but Lip smirked and pulled her closer, before kissing her lips hungrily again.

"I want you," he muttered against her lips, and Desna found herself smiling, liking that he was saying those words.

"I want you too," she said as her hand moved to the front of his jeans, making him suck in a breath, trying not to make noise. She moved her head so to lock their lips together. They kissed hard, like always, his hands around her waist and her fingers started trace the shape of his cock and he shivered.

"Fuck, Desna," he said moving his head away so that he could take a deep breath, since her hand was palming him through his jeans now.

Desna then moved to his neck, tracing a line of kisses until she reached his ear, "I really want you so fucking bad," she moaned in his ear to which he answered with a "Fuck, baby" she could feel his hard on now and after she made few more moanes to work him up, she moved away.

"But not today," she said running away.

"Come on! You can't!" Desna heard him say as she made her way down the stairs.

He had first started it. She had a job to do, he could not destract her like that, without a pay back. And she liked to think him upstairs all hot and bothered for something that she did.

This thing with Lip had started for free months now. Desna had always had a crush on Lip, since she had met him. He was smart, crazy smart, probably the smartest person she had ever met. He was a couple of years older than Desna and they ad been friends since they met. Desna was the same age as Ian, the third Gallagher brother and the three of them were always together. Lip had always been nice to her, even if she knew he was a ladys man, he liked to fuck around, but Desna didn't care. They started sleeping together since when they found themselves alone in the livingroom of the Gallaghers' house. They had sex on the couch. She still remembered it clearly, even because he had been her first.

Since that day they had started "this kind of relationship" as Desna liked to call it, while Ian always said that that kind of relationship had already a name: "friends with benefits". And she knew, she wasn't naive. Desna was well aware that her and Lip weren't exclusive, since he was fucking Karen Jackson as well. And even Karen Jackson was fucking... well, every living soul. While Desna wasn't. One part of her said that it was because she still didn't found anyone to fuck, but another part told her that it was because she already had the guy that she wanted. She was aware that that was not a normal relationship, but for now it was enough for her.

"Look, Des look!" Debbie said jumping in front of the oven. Debbie Gallagher was twelve years old, and she was a sweet and lively girl. The Gallaghers, like everyone in the South Side, weren't actually lucky with money and Debbie was very careful with the payments of the bills, keeping in track everyone with their part of money. She was very mature for her age.

Desna smiled at Debbie as she grabbed a ragg so to shield her hand from the heat of the oven.

"Be careful, it's freaking hot," Desna said before turning towards the living room, "Carl, sweetheart cookies are ready!" The fifth Gallagher brother was Carl Gallagher, a boy of eleven, he was one of a kind, that's how Desna would describe him. He was a very active boy, with the love for distruction.

The boy was now looking at the TV, but when he heard Desna call for him, he immediately got up running in the kitchen.

"They are ready?" He said as he moved his hand to take one.

"Be careful," she said as she took the last Gallagher brother Liam in her arms.

"If I hurt myself would you kiss me better?" Carl said with a smirk, to which she shook her head with a fonding look.

"Maybe when you're older." She said rocking Liam back and forth who let out a giggle.

"When is "older"?" Carl asked as always. It was no new subject to her. Fiona had told her that Carl had developed a crush on Desna, so he always tried to make his move, as he liked to call them. Desna found it cute, though.

"Maybe when you're eighteen?" She guessed, making him shook his head.

"It's too far away."

"That's how it is, buddy," she said strocking his hair, "Eat the cookies," Then she turned to Debbie who was biting one, "Is it good, Debs?"

Her eyes grew large, "They are so good, I want the recipee!"

Desna smiled, "I'll write it down for you," then she could hear some steps from the stairs from behind her. As she turned she noticed Lip, running down.

"Hey," she said teasingly "Taken care of everything upstairs" but as they looked at each other she could see some nervousness in his gaze, different from what she was expecting.

"Lip," Desna called him getting closer to the boy, touching his arm, "Is everything alright?" She observed his face as he nodded his head.

"No, yeah, yeah it's fine," he answered before looking directly in her eyes, "I need to talk to you."

Desna frowned. She looked at the children, before looking at Lip.

"Lip." She said warningly.

"No, not upstairs," he was quick to add, "Outside."

They looked at eachother, her green eyes looking at his blue ones once again, that day. She liked so much to get lost in his eyes.

"Outside seems fine," she said nodding her head at him, before turning to Debbie.

"Debs, I leave Liam to your expert watch," Desna said with a smile, as she gave the toddler in Debbie's arms.

"Leave it to me," Debbie assured. Desna caressed her auburn hair, before following Lip outside the house. She observed him, as he set down on the porch, lighting a sigarette. He seemed really nervous.

"Lip?" She asked concerned sitting next to him. His leg was bouncing up and down, so she moved closer to take his free hand in hers.

"What is it?" She asked gripping his hand, he was so relaxed before, what could have happened so suddenly?

"I was..." he said after a moment of silence, "I wanted to take care of your little prank," she would have smiled if he didn't seem so nervous, "And I took our porn magazines, but they weren't mine," he said and she found herself frowning.

"Okay?" She asked not quite sure where this was going.

"There were fucking males on it," he said taking another drag of his sigarette.

"I don't understand," she admitted. And he nodded his head.

"Yeah... me neither..." he whispered looking down.

"I'm sure" she said moving closer so that their legs were touching, "But I really do not understand what's happening? Probably they are Fiona's-"

"They were in my room," he interrupted her before turning to look at her in the eyes. Why would male pornography be in the boys room? Unless, of course...

"Oh..." she muttered, and she noticed him nod his head.

"Yeah...I think they are Ian's," he said after a moment of silence. His leg was bouncing up and down again. Desna observed him deep in thought, she wanted for him to talk to her, she'd really wanted it.

"Does it bother you?" She asked squizing his hand to gain his attention.

"That my brother might be gay, well yeah!" He exclaimed standing up, making her released the hold she had in his hand.

Desna took a heavy breath.

"Why?" She asked observing him as he paced back and forth.

"Why would he?" He said, a heand in his hair, "What's the point? I mean, how can he be attracted to that?"

"Well I'm attracted to that too, so I can see the charm," she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Not funny," he said unable to stay still. There was something that really had bothered him, and even if that was unexpected, he was acting strange.

"What I can't see is why does it bother you so much?" At those words Lip stopped, looking at her as is she was out of her mind.

"My brother is not gay," he said firmly.

"But this is not the point," she insisted, "One likes what one likes, as long as he is happy-"

"He is not, that's it!" He exclaimed, making her roll her eyes, "He maybe needs to be fucked by a girl!"

"No, you need to be fucked by a girl," she said standing up, "Ian can decide for himself, he does not need you to tell him what he likes," her arms crossed over her chest.

"He is not gay, Desna," he repeated, and that made her walk closer to him.

"Why does it bother you so much?" She asked looking at him in the eyes, but he shook his head turning away, "Why?" She insisted searching for his gaze, "There must be a reason, or you wouldn't act like an asshole,"

"Oh, I'm an asshole now?' He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," she said nodding her head, "If you're only imposing yourself on Ian, then you are an asshole," He shook his head chuckling with annoyence, making a step back, "So, why?" She asked again.

"Why what?!" Lip exclaimed.

"Why does it bother you so much?" She said again. There must have been some other motives, Lip was too smart to act in such way.

"Fuck you, Des," he said. Her eyes widened.

"Fuck me?" She exclaimed, "Fuck you! You can't even be honest."

"Honest?" He exclaimed angrily, "What is this a talk show?"

"You're acting like a prick and I should be the one to go fuck herself?" She asked with wide eyes, not even understanding how they got into that argument.

"You're right," he said turning to walk toward the exit of the Gallaghers' garden.

"Where are you going now?" Desna asked as she looked at him.

"I forgot I had to go to Karen," that name made her blood boil.

"Now you have to go to- you know what? Fuck you, Lip!" She screamed as he walked away.

"I will!" He said back, "Fucking Karen!"

At that she turned her back at him, shutting the door angrily.

Fucking Lip Gallagher!

#shameless #shameless Fanfiction #shameless imagine #lip gallagher #carl gallagher #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #ian gallagher #frank gallagher #lip gallagher smut #shameless smut #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher fanfiction #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher x reader #smut

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soulc-hilde · 28 days

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Ch. 01 - Jekyll and Hyde

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Black! OFC

Warning(s): Follows the FX tv show, Shameless, viewer discretion be advised. Depictions of grooming as well as non-consensual acts being mentioned, depictions and ideations of suicide, depictions of drug and alcohol abuse, racial and homophobic slurs, mentions of CPS/CYS and foster care, depictions and mentions of consensual sexual acts, depictions of violence (gun and maybe gang), depictions of mental health, depictions of inherited addiction, and so much fucking more.

Synopsis: All Lip Gallagher ever had was family and despite the praise over his intellect, the health and wellbeing of his people were far more important than him furthering his education. Lecroy was a young girl destined to face abandonment until the Gallagher clan came through. Using her own skillset and connects to build a better life for those she loves, she ties Lip and his family to her hip.

"Lecroy, please be careful after school, your father and I won't be home by the time your let out," the Murphy matriarch, Carly, practically begs as she hustles around the house.

On the staircase / coat closet, an exhausted teenage girl sits just nodding away with soft hums. Her mind struggled to decide if it wanted to fall victim to her urge to sleep or appease the anxiety of her mother. Her head was stuffed between the deep brown painted bars of the railing, weirdly finding the cold touch to be comfortable.

Not noticing a thing, Carly continues muttering about. "If you can, just stay over at the Gallaghers and if not, either come straight home or to the shop." She'd state from inside kitchen, speed racing to brew herself some coffee.

"I'll be working the night the shift as well, Monique called off at the last minute and we need the money, so please... I don't wanna hear it," she huffs, finally reaching the door.

Her arms were accessorized with a large tote bag, stuffed with a steel travel cup, a pair of crocs to shift into, and her lunches for both shifts while the other arm carried her Louis Vuitton purse. She was dressed in black and gold scrubs with a black hair wrap and black converse.

Carly -- short for Carleen II -- was a beautiful woman who reached around the average height of 5'4" with a thick, curvy figure. Her brown skin shined gracefully, her face free of all blemishes and wrinkles. She inherited the round yet sharp features dotted with freckles from her father's side of the family. Her naturally red hair, lined with white streaks was styled in box braids and tied into a top bun.

As beautiful and rare as she was, her daughter followed. Lecroy inherited most of her visible genes from her mother whereas everything else was inherited from her father. She had dark brown skin and a round face, dotted with freckles and paired with onyx colored eyes. Her red hair was brighter than her mother's and so thick, it seemed as if it defied gravity.

Unlike either of her parents, though, she was a bit on the short side. She's reached 5'2" when she was 10 and started her period at the same time, poor girl hasn't grown an inch since. She carried a set of broad shoulders that made her father jealous along with short arms and small pudgy hands.

Turning around, Carly's face drops at Lecroy's unfathomable positioning. She sighs, "really? Okay, I'll see you soon, my love."

Leaning over, she pecks the girl's forehead before gently shifting her head to lay on the carpet covered stairs. Quietly, she walks out of the door, locking it behind her. Laying there for a few more minutes, she slowly stands with a groan.

"I gotta grab Gallagher," she sighs. "Fine, fine." Shuffling upstairs with the occasional groan, she shuts the blacked out door to her bedroom and music begins to blare from her stereo.

Rushing from the toilet to the shower, she brushed her teeth, oiled her scalp and combed her hair after unwrapping it, and storm back into her room. Dressed in black cargo pants, a black cropped tank paired with a black hooded jean jacket, and black Jordan 1s, she snatches her satchel off the floor.

Heading for the door, she locks it behind her and points her key in the direction of her used Jeep Patriot. Hopping inside, she pulls from in front of her house with 'Drug In Me Is You' blaring from the radio. Pulling outside the Gallagher's house, she jumps out and rushes through the door.

"Yo," she calls out into the madness. "What's up, asshats?" Seeing Liam babbling away and making grabby hands at her, Lecroy leans down and places an array of pecks across his small face.

"And good morning, my sunshine," she coos causing the baby boy to laugh. Quickly wrapping an arm around Debbie's shoulder, she lays a peck on the crown of her head.

Fiona bustles about, decorating the table with milk and cereal, doing the best she could to prepare her siblings for school. "Mornin', LeLe," she greets the younger teen. "Sup, Croy," Carl greets her with a soft punch to the thigh.

"Sup, beanhead," she greets back, gently smacking the back of his head. Taking her seat beside Lip, the curly haired boy gives a fleeting glance her way before doing a double take.

A smile draws across his face as he leans over, pecking her dimpled cheek. "Hey, peaches," he nearly mumbles. She smiles, "mornin', blue."

In front of them, Fiona lays a reused cardboard candy box and what looked like a bill. "Electric," she states. "Yeah," Lip nods, adding money to it. Before he could pass it on, Lecroy mindlessly drops a thick roll of money down.

The older male of the family pauses, looking back at her. "What... what was that?" He asks, still trying to process the amount of money she tossed in. She shrugs, her attention being taken by Liam, "just some spending money I had saved from work."

"No," he shakes his head, "no, no, no. Take it back, you don't have to give us your money." She simply nods, "I know I don't but I want to."

Lip drops the tray in front of her, "take the damn money, Croy." Rolling her eyes, she nods, "fine." She picks up the tray and gently sets it in front of Ian, "electric," she gently states.

Sitting back with a scoff, Lip side eyes her. In return, she sends a smug smirk his way. She mouths, "suck it," flicking her fingers from under her chin.

Putting in his portion, Ian sends it to Carl, who sends it to Debbie. Ian pulls out a slip of paper, laying it on the table. "I need dad's signature for a field trip," he says.

The younger auburn haired girl nods, forging their drunk of a father's name. Lip looks over, nodding, "Deb, that's getting really good." Fiona looks over at the group, "who's got the phone?"

Lip goes to grab it from his pocket, "I got it." She raises a brow, "any minutes left?" He tosses it her way, "uh, fourteen." She catches it with both hands, kneeling in front of the damaged washer.

"Hey, I need something for show-and-tell," Debbie mentions. Lecroy nods, "I got you, honey." The copper haired teen bends down, pulling out a vintage Irish Barbie doll that was still packed inside of its pristine packaging.

Her eyes widen, "whoa. I can't take this." Lip looks over, nodding frantically, "you're damn right, you can't." Lecroy ignores him, "yes, you can."

Setting the box into her arms, she pats the girl's chubby hands, "it was a gift from my great-grandparents to my mom. Just keep it safe and talk about how it's an resemblance of your family heritage."

"How much are we short?" Fiona's voice cuts over, grabbing the box. Debbie sits the doll in her lap, counting the money. "Uh," she pauses, "we're like forty dollars over."

The elder woman spins around, nearly giving herself whiplash. "Over or short forty dollars?" She asks, stress gripping at her eyes. Debbie repeats herself, "forty dollars over."

Fiona's jaw bounces, stuttering over her thoughts, "uh, how? Carl, did you finally add money to the bin? I said work for the money, not put us in more debt."

Lecroy grins, raising a hand that carried the colorful spoon that fed Liam. "That was me, actually. I had some extra spending money from work."

"Oh, uh, Lecroy," Fiona huffs, the feeling of pity firing through her bones. "You didn't have to do that, it's your money to spend." The teen nods, "and I chose to spend it on you guys. End of discussion."

Setting Liam's food splattered dishes in the sink, she doses them with soap before refilling his sippy cup. The lot begins to scold Carl over his lack of adding to the bills as Fiona forces the washer shut. She takes Liam from his high chair, thankfully grabbing the sippy cup from Lecroy's hands.

"I'm covering for Candi tonight," she starts. Immediately, Lip and Ian chime in. "Extra kraut on mine," he requests and Ian follows with a simple: "Cheese on mine."

Ignoring their orders, she looks desperately at her siblings, "somebody's gotta take Liam." Quickly, the kids scatter with excuses. "I got a calculus test," Lip jolts from his seat.

"I'm working after school," Ian shakes his head. Lecroy shakes her head, "Ian, Lip, take my keys and unlock the car. I'll meet you there. I can drop Liam off at my Nana's and pick him up on my way to work."

Fiona sighs, her baggy eyes nearly tearing, "thank you, LeLe. You don't have to do this, you and your family don't have to do any of what you've already done for us."

Carrying the babbling boy, the teen simply shrugs with a smile, "the Irish look after each other." Shuffling to the Jeep, Carl and Debbie rush down the sidewalk to the bus stop while Ian and Lip wrestle for the passenger seat.

"Hey, losers, keep playing and Liam will be sitting up front," she settles the cooing boy in, double checking his straps until she was sure that they were secured.

As she slides into the driver seat, Lip takes the front seat while Ian sits in the back with a groan. Turning the radio on, she pulls off down the road. After dropping off the baby Gallagher to her grandmother and the trio scoring a hot meal for lunch, they officially send off to school.

"So, what's the plan after school?" Ian asks. Lecroy shrugs, "you got work, Lip has a prostitute to please, and I have a couple of overlapping shifts. So--"

Lip grunts, "Karen's not a prostitute." She ignores him, continuing on, "so we won't be up to much later." Pulling into her assigned stall, she shuts the SUV off. "Out losers," she waves them off.

Taking their time, Ian glares at the back of his brother's head. Lip raises an eyebrow at him, "what're you looking at?" He jumps out of the Jeep, tossing his bag on his back.

"You're fucking it up, man," Ian scoffs. He follows with his own bag, slamming the door closed. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not fucking shit up." The redhead simply shakes his head, "I don't talk to idiots."

Lip and Lecroy, the Terror Twins... Jekyll and Hyde, since kindergarten those two have been attached at the hip. The partnership grew after a couple of kids were grabbing at the boy's curls and calling him names over colored blocks.

Irritated with the interruption to her reading time, the young girl huffed and snatched one of the kids away by their hair. "Hush," she solely stated, glaring at the children. She picked the Gallagher kid by the collar of his shirt in one hand and a few of the colored blocks in the other, dragging him to where she originally sat with her book.

Letting him go, she plops down and points beside her. "Sit," she states and opens her book once again. Lip slowly nods, "okay." A few moments of silence goes by before he speaks again. "I'm Lip," he introduced himself.

"I know," the girl nods, her eyes darting across the old tainted yellow pages. "Lecroy. Murphy."

The next day, the Murphy child walks into the Gallagher household in hopes of running into either Lip or Ian. The teen dawned a navy blue jumpsuit paired with her black Jordans. The top of the suit was unzipped and its sleeves were tied around her waist to reveal the black cropped tank underneath.

"Hey, Fi," she greets the elder Gallagher. The tall woman gives her a quick smile, "hey, hun. Lip's not here." She nods, "I figured getting his teeth pulled wouldn't stop him being out."

She shakes her head, "regardless, I just wanted to drop off his work from today." Fiona takes it, gratefully, "appreciate it. You headin' home?"

Lecroy shakes her head, "no. I gotta a detail job at the shop. I may or may not see you guys later tonight." As she heads to the door, it bursts with Ian sprinting inside as Lip limps behind him.

Both women watch in shock, "what happened?!" Lip winces, "old lady. Train." Ian and Lecroy take place on either side of him, helping to the steps.

"You two, take him upstairs. I'll call V and Mrs. Murphy," Fiona orders, dialling Veronica. Setting him onto Carl's bed, Fiona walks in behind them and takes a seat at the end where his foot lays.

"Really?" She questions, rhetorically, "an old lady on the train?" Ian begins spewing an excuse, "oh, yeah, the doors were closing on her walker. Lip barely got his foot in, in time to stop--"

Lip barks a yell, "Jesus, Fiona!" She mumbles to herself, eyebrows scrunched, "I can't remember whether that's good or bad." Lecroy tilts her head in thought, "I'd say a mix of both. He can feel the pain, so it's nothing too severe, but it may be broken or fractured."

"Most likely you jumped the turnstiles again and he twisted it trying to outrun the transit cops," Fiona glares at the two. Veronica and Carly walk through the door. "No, always elevate extremities!"

Carly shakes her head, "let me take your spot for a second, Fiona, sweetie." She nods, switching spots. "You okay, honey?" Carly asks. He nods, "yeah. Just, please, don't touch it."

"I won't put too much pressure on it, but I do need to at least get an idea on what we're workin' with," she explains, softly. Her small hands carefully glide over rough, nearly swollen foot.

Fiona's gaze focuses on Lip's foot. "Should we get it x-rayed?" She asks. Carly shakes her head, "absolutely not. You'll be stuck in that shit forever all for what? Sub-metatarsal hematoma? Tell us something we don't know."

She looks over to Veronica, "grab some ice, ibuprofen, freeze spray, and ace bandages." The woman nods, heading out when Ian calls out: "I'll go help." Just as the two head out, a knock echoes from the front door.

Like cockroaches, Lip and Ian begin to scatter with panic. "Shit!" Lip curses, "I'm not here. I'm not here." He shuffles into the back corner, arms wrapping around Lecroy's thighs using them to hide behind.

"You don't know us, Fiona!" Ian yells at the older girl, sliding underneath the next. She glares over at the two, "what have you done?" As she goes to answer the door, Ian leaves with Veronica to grab the supplies.

Returning with everything, Carly wraps Lip's foot and helps him walk down the stairs with Veronica's help. "Got it? Ice will help with the swelling, but only for so long. A great alternative will be heat and advil will help as well. Keep your weight off of it."

As they reach the kitchen, their eyes fall onto the brand new washer that was in the process of being hooked up while everyone else gathers around, watching. "Oh? What do we have here?" The older red head raises an eyebrow.

"I thought you were broke," Veronica chimes in. Ian smiles, "that's what I said." Fiona smiles, jittering in her stance, leaping towards a bouquet of roses, "these were in the washer."

V steps forward, reading the note that stuck out of the roses. "Steve?" She reads, face scrunched with confusion before it quickly shifts into realization. "No," she gasps.

Fiona cheeses, nodding, "yeah. Uh-huh." Wanting to confirm her thoughts, V asks, "who's Steve?" Fiona's eyebrows raise, "the other night." V's jaw drops, "no!" The taller woman nods, "I know."

Later that day, Ian and Lecroy sat on his bed while everyone else was downstairs, chatting and getting ready to eat. "Ian, what's going on?" She asks, chewing on some gushers. "You and Lip did something, more like Lip did something and dragged you into his shit."

"He knows, Le," he sighs. "He knows that I'm gay and wanted to test it by having Karen Jackson blow me. However, her dad ended up catching us and chasing us out the house."

Her eyebrows scrunch, pissed, "he did what-- Did you tell him that it's something that you are sure of, thanks to the CIA-proof folder you created?" The boy shrugs, "somewhat? Besides, you know Lip, once he gets an idea, he goes for it till the end."

"Unfortunately," she sighs. "I think he hates me," he whispers. Lecroy scoffs, "Lip does not hate you and he never could. If anything, he's just being an asshole right now. You two will get through this."

He raises a brow, "how are you so sure about that?" Lecroy smiles, "you're his right hand man. That boy would be lost without you." He hugs her, tightly, "thank you, Le. We don't appreciate you enough."

"You do," she smiles, "you always do."

The next day, Lecroy was at the shop once again. Dressed in a greased stained white tank, blue jeans, and a pair of Timbs. Her body glistens with sweat as she lifts materials at least twice her weight and three times her size.

Appearing in the garage entrance, Lip shifts from one foot to another awkwardly with a bag of tools in his hand. He silently watches her, blue eyes study every muscle that shifts under her bronze skin as she lifts tires and cranks cars off the floor. It wasn't said often, but Lecroy is a beautiful girl with a mighty heart.

She has the looks, the personality, the body, the intelligence, but not many of the neighborhood male percentile were really open minded to treating women with respect, especially a girl whose name echoed across the Southside with respect. Girls like the Murphy women didn't deserve to waste their lives in this slum, instead, they work themselves into the grave just trying to surv ive.

"Hey, Murphy," he greets her. She looks over from the gallons of old oil pouring from the vehicle. She smiles, "Gallagher, what's up, baby?" He shrugs, "nothing much. Just finished helping Karen fix their window, I'm about to head for Kash's to return the tools."

He continues, stepping deeper into the garage. "I was thinking you, me, and Ian could hang out after we pick him up from work." Lecroy nods, wiping her hands off, "yeah, for sure. Thankfully, I'm not the only one working tonight, so I can go."

He follows her back to the locker room. She looks over her shoulder, yelling, "Marquel, finish Duncan's Bronco. I'm'a' head out." She grabs a khaki colored oversized button up and tosses it over her shoulders before grabbing her keys.

"Let's go," she calls, the two making their way to her Jeep. Parallel parking outside the store, they hop out and rush for the front door. Knocking and pounding their fists, "yo, Kash," they try to shout through the door.

Lecroy nudges her head to the side, "let's go 'round back." Thankfully, the back door for the trash was unlocked. The duo steps inside the empty store. "Yo, Kash!" Lip yells again.

Walking down the main aisle, their heads stretch down lane to another in hopes either Ian or Kash would appear. They could hear some rustling near the door, so they walk further down when Kash's voice abruptly breaks the silence.

"Alright," he says, "you stack the butter. I'll do the snacks." He sounded slightly out of breath. He turns, feigning a double take at the duo. "Oh, Jesus Christ, Lip, Lecroy."

Lip nods, "yeah, sorry. Sorry, Kash, I just.. I just wanted to say thanks for the tools." Kash smiles, "anytime, as long as I get them back." His eyes bounce to Lecroy, who gave him a deadpan.

"Uh, what's up, Lecroy? How's the family?" He asks. She shrugs, "workin', hustlin'... together, happily." As she speaks, she sends a quick glance to Lip before disappearing down an aisle.

With a raised eyebrow, Lip shrugs her behavior off, looking back between the two. Noticing that Ian hasn't said much yet, he looks over, eyeing him down. Noticing the mix match of shoes on their feet, his eyes bounce between the two. "You must be joking," he states.

"You're fucking him?" He points at the store owner. Both of them pause, watching for his reaction. As he drops the bag of tools, ready to storm off, a family size box of Twinkies slam into Kash's forehead.

"What the--" Kash swears, only to be cut off when an off-putting roar escapes from the teen. "You raggedy bitch," she continues to toss an arsenal of snacks at the man.

Both Gallaghers step back, their jaws dropping at the assault. Kash trips over the food, sliding on his back. Charging forward, she picks up one of the mini shelves at the end of an aisle and begins to slam it on his torso repeatedly. Kash scream, pleading for her to stop.

"Should... should we help?" Ian stutters. Lip shakes his head, "I think it's best that we don't interrupt." With a final umph, she slams the shelf down, "I hope Allah turns your ass into the animal you are or else I'm'a' kill you, Inshallah."

With that, she storms out, leaving a smirking Lip and a frightened Ian behind alongside a whimpering Kash. Lip runs, following after her.

Yeah, so I did a little fixer upper. The original plot I had going got lost on me, so I did a little fixing in hopes that Lecroy's development and intro is solid. To be honest, I like this form so much better.

Taglist: @slytherinroyalty16 @v1rgorl

Series Masterlist

#shameless us #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #frank gallagher #kev and v #lip Gallagher x black!reader #Jeremy allen white x black!reader #Jeremy allen white x reader #jeremy allen white

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galaxysgal · 7 months

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𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!reader

summary: just lip being a cute bf + debbie and ian being little shits

warnings: lowercase on purpose. poorly written tbh. swearing but y’all know how it is. heavily unedited. gen said yolo so i’m posting

A/N: i’ve been on hiatus for god knows how long but my roommate and i started watching shameless and i can’t get this mfer out of my head. things w school and life are hard rn so i just wrote this comfy cozy little thing in my notes app. yolo asf.

wordcount: probably like 500 or less idk i wrote it in my notes app at 1am

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you’re nestled in lip’s arms, high up on his rickety top bunk. somewhere between finishing your nails and kissing until you could barely breathe, you had fallen asleep right against his chest.

you stirred now, your cozy world interrupted a squeaky little voice. “are you in love with her?” debbie questions.

lip shushes his sister, “be quiet, she’s sleeping.”

you were wide awake now, but much too comfortable to move and make that little fact known. plus, you wanted to hear his answer.

“i asked you a question dummy. are you in love with her?”

lip stutters, “i-i dunno. i really like her, okay?”

you’re satisfied with that answer. “in love” was a little too much too quick. but “really like” was something that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“what d’ya like about her?” ian presses.

you can practically hear the gears turning in lip’s head as his siblings impatiently await a response.

“she’s- i dunno, she’s pretty?” lip replies. you hold back a scowl, annoyed at him for not having a better answer.

“yeah, great rack,” debbie comments.

“jesus, deb!” lip’s head falls back in frustration, one hand coming to cradle your head as not to wake you with the sudden motion.

“cut the shit lip,” ian interrupts. “tell us what you really think.”

you hold your breath as you wait for his response. his lips brush your hairline before he sighs. “she’s sweet, yeah? real kind.”

“a real woman of the people,” ian snorts, “princess diana type.” then “ow!” as you hear debbie shove him.

“and- and she’s real smart, too,” lip continues. “really, really fuckin’ smart. an’ she works hard. she just tires herself out sometimes.”

he strokes your hair gently, pressing a few more fleeting kisses to your forehead.

“you’re so whipped.”

you hear debbie shove her brother again, and this time ian fights back, the two making a ruckus as they push each other back and forth.

“come on guys, out. now.” lip orders his siblings around with that same stern voice you’ve heard plenty of times before.

debbie pouts. “but-“

“no buts. go on, she’s fuckin’ sleepin’ in here an’ you’re gonna wake her up. fuck off.”

“we were just-“

“fuck. off.”

“jesus,” you can practically hear ian roll his eyes. “alright, alright. we’re going.”

debbie yells for fiona as the two shuffle out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind them.

you smirk to yourself as lip groans above you, showing your cards. “you’re awake?”

you peer up at him through your lashes, a smirk planted on your lips that he’s just dying to kiss off. “can’t believe your little sister said i have a great rack,” you whisper.

lip laughs, loud and genuine. “yeah, she’s been stuffing fi’s old training bras. growin’ up an’ shit. i don’t like it.”

you’re quiet for a moment, admiring him. you know how important those kids are to him. he’d do just about anything for them, including the minor crimes you find him tangled up in on a weekly basis. he loves them like they’re his own kids, which honestly they kind of are. they may shove each other around, curse each other out, yell and scream at the top of their lungs, but at the end of the day lip has been more of a father to his siblings than frank ever was.

“you really meant all that?” you ask.

lip looks down at you, his blue eyes soft in the dim light. “yeah. yeah, i did. meant every word.”

you smile, leaning up to place a solid kiss on his lips. “for what it’s worth,” you murmur, “i really like you too.”

#shameless #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x you #lip gallagher x y/n #lip gallagher fluff #lip gallagher #shameless fanfiction #idek how to tag anymore i’ve lost my tumblr interface memory and abilities #sos.#mags writes

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marksbear · 1 year

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Heyyyy I always love you fics🤭🤭 I would like to request a Lip Gallagher X Top Male Reader. This is just if requests are open and if you have the time🤭

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.Hiii Love! Thank you for loving my fics! I love lip with every single bone in my body let me tell you. Since day one I have loved that man. I'm making sfw and nsfw headcanons!

LIP GALLAGHER X TOP MALE READER

-You are most definitely his bisexual awaking.

-He'll quit smoking and drinking if you just say the word. I mean he'll go completely sober and clean if you'd just ask.

-Meet you in the school bathrooms during randoms times in the days just to kiss/ makeout or just spend time together in there.

-Likes to ramble about you to Ian. He'll talk about you to him for hours on end until he can't even say anything about you anymore.

-Doing reckless shit together most of the time yall hangout.

-Gives you an extra key to the house.

-Likes to sneak inside your house even though he could have just knocked.

-Him not giving a shit about homophobic remarks people make about the two of you.

-Tries to keep you steer clear from Frank. I mean Frank already ruined his whole life he doesn't want him to ruin his love life now.

-Wouldn't mind leaving this place and starting a new one while having a family with you. Its something that he frequently dreams about and hopes to have with you one day.

-He cherishes the days when you two just lay in bed together not even talking or doing anything.

-Making out in the living room inside the Gallagher house while crazy shit just plays in the back. The two of you are just in your own little world while everything outside of it is just hell.

-While Lip was in college you'd two would be in his dorm room studying with each other. And having breaks here and there making out.

-He secretly loves it when you walk him home especially when it's night.

-Loves pda.

-Secretly to be treated like a prince or arm candy. He likes it when you brag and compliment him in front of your friends.

-If you have a job he'll be there waiting for you to be done working. Like he'll just walk around wherever you work or just follow you around as you work like a lost puppy.

-Tries to keep you out of the family Gallagher drama.

NSFW Headcanons!

-After the two of you first fucked he was completely shocked and satisfied in the same time.

-Loves it when you man handle him. It's just something about being thrown around that he loves.

-He absolutely loves sucking your dick. Hes infatuated with it and tries to suck it anytime. And especially during risky times.

-He's into a lot of things. Like degrading, thrill of being caught, size difference, choking and rough. I mean can you blame him.

-Tries to act dominant outside of the relationship. Tries to act like he's the man/ top of the relationship, but in reality he's a slut who likes to be used and treated like trash.

-Rides your cock like there's no tomorrow. He loves holding and grabbing onto your chest as he does it.

-VERY VOCAL.

-When hes with a woman hes mild he can be quiet and loud sometimes, but with you hes LOUD. He's moaning out every cuss word in the book as he screams about how good you make him feel.

-Very much into cigarette after sex or just smoking a blunt during it.

-While he smokes he'll just blow smoke on your dick as he is about to give you head.

-Loves to call you anything you'd like. Just tell him and hours later in bed hes moaning out the name like his life depends on it.

-Likes to say you took his gay virginity.

-He likes to grind his ass down on your cock whenever he can. He'll just do it out of nowhere.

-Likes to jerk you off during the most random and worst times. You two could just be in the train sitting down in the seats he'll randomly just move his hand to your crotch palming you through your pants.

-He loves facials.

-Loves kissing randomly during sex. Something about that just turns him on so much.

-He loves dirty talk. And especially just randomly at times. You just leaning over to him and whispering the most filthy dirtiest things in his ear.

-Loves it when you mark him. It can be bite marks, hickeys hand prints you name it he loves them with all his soul. Likes bragging about it and showing people like its nothing.

THE END

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagaher x male reader #x male reader #male reader #shamless #shameless x male reader #shamless x reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader

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aza-writes · 10 months

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Morning Affirmations

Lip Gallagher x female!reader

Requested: no

Summary: Lip walks in on his girlfriend singing to the younger kids while she gets them ready for the day. Takes place in season 4 after Liam gets home from the hospital

Warnings: few curse words, mentions of drug use (Fiona in jail) but overall, it’s just tons of FLUFF

A/N: inspired by “I love my body” by @mothermoon on TikTok. Might rewrite something similar for dad!lip, lmk what you think. Got bored before lab and wrote this

The floorboards creaked under every step Lip took to get down to the kitchen. He wasn’t too concerned with anything too wrapped up in his mind until two sweet voices pull him out.

“I love my body from my…”

“Head to my toes.”

Liam’s voice was hard to hear, even in the quietness of the unusually empty Gallagher house. Everyone was already at school or wherever they ran off to today—leaving Lip home alone to take care of some things.

Liam has only been home from the hospital for two days, leaving Lip and the rest of the family still scrambling without Fiona running the show. Lip had school off today, some random college holiday that didn’t make sense for a lot of people, but they took it anyway.

Lip had been out of bed since 5 that morning, unsure if it was considered a late night or an early morning due to the fact he hadn’t slept for more than a few hours the night before. His mind was going a million miles an hour, mixed with him worrying himself sick about Liam and going to check on him every thirty minutes. Every time he would get up from his bed, y/n would sit up, too. Her concerned look was always dismissed with a quick “go back to sleep” or “I’ll be back soon” from Lip. The “soon” in question was around five to ten minutes of Lip just sitting in front of Liam’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall.

Y/n stayed up and waited for Lip the first few times, but soon enough her eyes got too heavy for her to ignore. Even with the extra sleep, caffeine would be her best friend today.

Lip’s mind was still groggy as he trudged down the stairs, stress and sleep deprivation felt like chains were strapped to the back of his ankles. He barely made out the words y/n and Liam were exchanging.

“I love my face…” She lingered for a second, allowing Liam to think about the next verse. She smiles and continued on. “My-”

“Eyes, my mouth my nose.” Lip could help but smile at the sight of Liam touching every body part mentioned. He clearly knew this song, yet Lip couldn’t think of any of the words. When ever you would sing it to one of his younger siblings, all he could do was hear your voice. The kindergarten-teacher-like tone was enough for him to abandon all of his thoughts and focus on you.

“I like the way I look when I look in the mirror.” Liam didn’t have to wait for y/n this time, he sang it with her. Their voices both were quiet, almost scared to wake anyone up, but the house stayed quiet. It was just those three in that house, the outside world didn’t matter.

“I stand a little closer just to see a little clearer.” Both of their smiles were beaming. Liam giggling at y/n’s little tickles all over his belly and neck. Lip’s grew too. Y/n was so amazing with the kids, Lip could’ve sworn it as always been this way. Y/n and Lip, Lip and y/n. They belonged together.

Everyone in his family loved her. Carl made her a gift out of melted spoons and forks, Debbie demands they have a girls day at least once a month. Shit, even Frank called her “one of the good ones.” Technically it was after she downed a shot of vodka without even wincing, but he still liked her non the less.

Y/n turns around smiling, it only growing when she finally sees Lip.

“Good morning babe.”

“Morning babe!” Liam repeats immediatly, causing Lip and y/n to giggle with him.

Lip pours two cups of coffe before heading to the kitchen table. “Good morning to you.” He sets the coffe right in front of y/n while kissing her cheek. He carefully set his down too and kissed Liams cheek. “Good morning little man.”

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andreafmn · 9 months

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Kinktober ⛓️ Day 3

Word Count: 2.5K Paring: Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Hate Sex WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), p-in-v sex, foul language, reader is technically underage

Summary: There is no one that (Y/N) despises more than Philip Gallagher, but having his brother as her best friend forces them in close proximity more than they would like. Or maybe they do?

A/N: This is set some time during season 3 so Lip is around 18 and reader would be 17 since she's contemporary with Ian's age, so do with that what you will.

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“Yo, Ian,” Lip’s voice rang through the house. “You’re girlfriend’s here!”

“Oh, fuck off, Lip,” (Y/N) said as she bumped past him into the Gallagher home. “I know you wish I was here to see you, but I don’t do charity work on Tuesdays.”

“Fuck you, (Y/L/N). You’d be lucky if I was the one you were studying with.”

“Of course, the genius Philip Gallagher that doesn’t even want to go to college,” she snickered, stopping at the rest on the stairs. “I’ll take my chances with my own brain. Thanks.”

“You’ll regret helping Ian with math,” he called as he walked to the front door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With an exasperated scoff, (Y/N) walked up the rest of the stairs, clutching her backpack tighter than she should have. She didn’t understand why she and the older Gallagher son didn’t get along. She had a wonderful relationship with everyone else in the family –even Frank was courteous enough with her– but something never clicked with Lip. Every time they were in close proximity, they would bicker and fight until someone else got in the way. It made it especially difficult when (Y/N) came over to spend time with Ian.

She would never say she hated Lip. But the sentiment was close enough that others would notice. Between the terrible side-eyes and the snide comments, being around the two could easily become suffocating. Granted, everyone but them knew what was truly happening. They had met their match in each other but were too stubborn to admit it.

“You ran into Lip, didn’t you?” Ian chuckled as his friend walked into his room. “It’s all over your face.”

“Unfortunately, I did,” she sighed, plopping down next to him on the floor. “But he seemed to be going somewhere, so I didn’t have to talk to him for much.”

“Just long enough to make sure you got annoyed. Perfect mood to study Geometry with you.”

“Fuck you, I’m always a delight.”

“Sure. Until you spend a second with Lip, and then everything goes to shit.”

“Shut up, Ian,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If you want me to help you study, you’ll stop talking about your despicable brother, Phillip.”

Hours passed between textbooks and worksheets, notebooks and loose papers, and somehow the bright afternoon sun had shifted into night. Ian had already gone to bed, tired from a long day of shapes and mathematical equations. Almost everyone in the house had done the same, tucked into bed early, which was a luxury for anyone on the South Side.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still wide awake, taking advantage of the tiredness of the family to use up what was left of the hot water. She could have gone home, to her packed house and probably cold water, but she found comfort staying with the Gallaghers. The family was a melting pot of chaos, there were more fights than a WWE ring, and every single day brought a different kind of adventure. Her house had all of that, except the real warmth of a family. And being there made her feel like she was a part of something.

The water ran across her skin, soothing the tight muscles that stiffened her body. The smell of soap filled her nose as she lathered herself, and she was glad that the bar seemed new still. They were small luxuries that she was grateful she could partake in every once in a while. And in the quiet of the night, it was almost peaceful.

Until a sound that did not fit into her spa-like scenario filled the air. From behind the curtain, she could hear a strong stream of liquid falling into the toilet. But she knew she had locked the door —not that it would have worked in that house anyway.

She moved the curtain slightly to reveal Lip standing in front of the toilet. “What the fuck are you doing?” (Y/N) exclaimed, making sure her body was covered. “Can’t you see I’m using the bathroom?”

“You’re in the shower. Toilet was up for grabs.”

“Why couldn’t you have gone downstairs?”

“Because I was already upstairs,” he shrugged, shaking his cock above the toilet as he finished. “Stop gawking, (Y/N). I know it’s impressive, but staring is kind of rude.”

“Fuck you, Lip. I’ve seen better,” she said, closing the curtain to conceal the way her skin was flushing. “I’ve definitely been with better.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he snickered, turning on the sink. “But we both know the guys you’ve fucked are not exactly Adonises.”

“You’re such an asshole, Lip,” she scoffed. “If you’re gonna be here, at least pass me my towel.”

“Why should I? You can just step out.”

“You’re not seeing me naked, Lip.”

“It’s only fair,” he chuckled. “You saw mine, I get to see yours.”

“Stop being a perv, Lip. I’m not one of those chicks you fuck for fun. I actually have standards.”

“Right, and they’re so high, right?”

“They are.”

“Is that why you fucked Billy Spencer two months ago or lost your v-card with Jesse Suarez in his car? Yeah, those standards are skyscraping high.”

In a fit of rage, (Y/N) ripped the curtain open and sauntered out of the tub, getting as close to Lip as possible. “You don’t get to fucking judge my decisions, Philip,” she spat, jabbing her index finger against his chest. “Who I sleep with or don’t sleep with is none of your business. And you sure as hell are one to talk. Your list is not the most pristine, either. Starting with Karen, for example.”

“Don’t you fucking talk about her,” he said through gritted teeth, pushing back on her as she had. “You don’t talk about her.”

“What? You can dish it out but can’t fucking take it, huh?”

“I can take whatever you fucking throw at me, (Y/N). I ain’t scared of you.”

“Maybe you should be,” she continued. There was almost no space between them. She had him pressed against the wall, their noses almost touching as they heaved in anger. “There is no one else that can put you in your place like I can, and you know it.”

“I don’t need you to put me in my place.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re so fucking infuriating!”

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

Lip’s next move was a surprise to her. She was expecting him to keep yelling or stomp out of the bathroom. Instead, he placed a hand on either side of her face and crashed his lips onto hers. He was all kinds of rough and forceful, clashing teeth and lips together without any care. But somehow, (Y/N) found herself kissing back just as roughly, grabbing onto the lapel of his jacket.

But it wasn’t until she felt the roughness of his hands on the skin of her back that she realized she had jumped out of the shower, naked and still dripping with water. She jumped away from Lip as though his touch was fire and scrambled for her towel, trying her best to cover her body from him.

“Why are you covering yourself now?” he laughed. “I already saw everything, (Y/N).”

“Fuck you, Philip.”

“I was gonna let you,” he grinned. “But it looks like you got performance anxiety. Maybe you’re not as good as guys say.”

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but I’m great in bed,” she argued. “But I would rather do it with someone I actually like.”

“It’s just sex, (Y/N),” he countered. “This is not to fall in love.”

(Y/N) kept quiet for a beat, thinking over the boy’s request. His reputation for being a good lay preceded him, and she would have been lying if she said she had never thought about it. But the fact that his personality was almost revolting made her wonder if it was worth it.

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating,” she said before doing the same thing he had done. “This means nothing. You’re just convenient.”

“Right,” he chuckled against her mouth. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh, shut up already.”

“Make me.”

Her lips did all the answering, molding to his mouth perfectly, their tongues dancing together in perfect symphony. If she had believed in fate and the alignment of the universe, she would have deluded herself into thinking that they were meant to be.

Lip’s clothes were rough against her unclothed skin, the zippers and the fabrics scratching at her body and rubbing the most sensitive parts of her body that were exposed. Warmth pooled between her legs with the kiss alone, and her body’s reaction scared her. It was almost instantaneous, and it had been the first time it had happened.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one that’s naked,” she said breathlessly.

“Do you ever stop fucking talking?”

“Not when my mouth’s unoccupied,” she snickered. “And I have a lot to say.”

“You’re too fucking much,” he grumbled as he took off layer after layer of clothing, letting them fall to the floor. “Now come here.”

He kissed her roughly again, pressing his chest as close to her body as he could, his hands snaking to the small of her back. As their mouth moved in synch, they walked backward until her back was pressed against the wall, the coldness making her skin erupt in goosebumps. But his hands were enough to build a fire inside her. The way they mapped every inch of her body and worked in tandem with his mouth to find her most sensitive spots.

Lip nipped at her jaw and her neck, traveling down to her collarbone as his hands tweaked the hardened peaks of her breasts. Somehow, he was able to annoy her within an inch of raging ire and could bring her to the brink of orgasm with just his mouth and hands.

In a swift move, Lip turned (Y/N), bending her against the wall as he pulled the zipper of his pants down. The clothes pooled at his ankles as he held his cock and lined himself up with her wetness, running the head across her fold and teasing her clit.

“For someone that is just doing this out of convenience, you’re really wet,” he chuckled darkly. “Have you been dreaming about this?”

“I could ask the same of you, Philip,” she retorted. “Because for someone that doesn’t really care, you’re really fucking hard.”

“I’m only just a man, (Y/N).”

“How about you shut up and prove it already, then? Maybe…”

(Y/N)’s words died in her throat as she felt him sink into her completely, stretching her walls like no one had done before. He took the air out of her lungs, a moan getting strangled in her throat at the suddenness.

Lip didn’t move instantly, allowing her body to get used to the size. At least, that was what he would have said if she had asked. Truthfully, being inside her was the most overwhelming experience he had ever had. He needed a moment to compose himself before he busted too early. The last thing he needed was for (Y/N) to have more ammo against him. He enjoyed their bickering reparté, but he had quite the reputation when it came to sex, and he wouldn’t let her ruin it. Even if his body was trying to betray him.

Once he felt he could control himself, he started moving hips, quickly setting a pace that had (Y/N) letting out a string of moans that he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life. Her hands gripped the towel bar before her, her knuckles turning white from the tightness. She met his every move, pushing against him as he pummeled into her.

“Harder,” she meweled. “Fuck me harder, Philip.”

Lip did exactly as told. Skin met skin at a rapid pace, filling the otherwise quiet room with pants, moans, and slaps. Even her using his full name did not put a damper on his mood, rather loved the way it sounded in her mouth. And for the first time, it didn’t sound like she was saying it with hate. At least, not completely.

He snaked his hand around her body, his hand finding the mound of her clit and pressing two fingers on it. They circled and rolled the bud, making her walls clench around him as he pistoned into her. He knew both of them were reaching their end. The tightening of her cunt and the tightening of his balls told him enough.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Lip. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

And he didn’t. He kept thrusting until (Y/N) let out a pleasurable yell that had him covering her mouth. As he did, she bit down on his skin unconsciously, making him moan and awakening something in him he didn’t know was dormant. It brought him right to the brink of his end, and it took everything in him to leave her warmth and explode all over her ass.

His body slumped over hers, absentmindedly kissing the skin of her shoulder as they both came down from their orgasm. They felt comfortable in their silence, their pants synching and their bodies melting against each other. If they could have, they would have fallen asleep in that very position.

But a knock on the door startled them apart.

“Yo, I need the bathroom,” Carl called from the other side of the door. “I’ve gotta piss real bad.”

“Can you go downstairs, Carl?” (Y/N) asked. “I’m just finishing up in the shower.”

“Ugh, fine! Just hurry up. There’s more people in this house, you know?”

“Yeah, sorry!”

After wiping themselves down, Lip and (Y/N) started getting dressed, neither meeting each other’s gaze. “We don’t speak about this to anyone,” she finally said. “Especially not Ian. And this can’t happen ever again.”

“Sure,” he mumbled. “Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious, Philip,” she pleaded, placing a hand on his chest to get his attention. “If Ian finds out, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I won’t say anything,” he laughed, looking at her in a way he never had before. “But I wouldn’t mind if this happened again.”

“Are you serious?”

“What? The rumors are true. You are a good lay.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Gallagher,” she grinned before stopping at the door to exit first. “But I don’t think this will happen again.”

“Keep telling yourself that, (Y/N).”

“Fuck off, Philip,” she whispered from the end of the hall before disappearing into the boys’ bedroom, leaving Lip to think of just how he could make this a repeat situation.

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builtbybrokenbells · 5 months

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CAPITAL VICES | JACOB T. KISZKA

Jacob Thomas Kiszka: the eighth, undiscovered, most deadly sin of all.

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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving) mentions of oral (m!receiving), sir kink, dom/sub, praise, dirty talk, biting, nipple play, degradation, very brief mention/phrase of free use kink, overstimulation, spanking, name calling, ANGST, mentions of breakups/heartbreak, depression, anxiety, sadness, graphic description of grief/grieving, loss of a parent, mentions of cheating/toxic relationships, past trauma with relationships, mentions of abusive relationships/physical violence, mentions of dying/death, mentions of addiction/withdrawal/drugs, fluff, drinking, swearing, sorry if i miss any!!!

you guys didn’t really think I’d end it there, did you? ;) i did tell a little while lie and say wrath was the last chapter, but I didn’t technically say ‘the end’ 🤍 I apologize for leaving you hanging, and I hope this makes up for it! as always, be kind, enjoy, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!! (Very lightly edited)

Forget, move on, move forward.

That was the mantra you had been repeating to yourself for days. The sound was nearly sickening now, and the only reason you had not abandoned it was because it was stuck in your head. It was not helping, and it definitely was not working, but you were so deep in despair that you hoped it would eventually make the difference. You were desperate for any type of relief, for none of your usual coping mechanisms were working. The more the time passed, the more you were beginning to think that you would never recover from the loss of Jake Kiszka. You could not look at your piano, and you could not get out of bed for long enough to even think about readying yourself for the bar. All of your most comforting television shows had turned bleak, and the thought of playing music made you sick.

Well, all but one particular band, at least.

One sleepless night, you grew annoyed with your own relentless tossing and turning. After moving to the couch and turning your television on, you realized that not even the sound of Shameless, or more specifically, Frank Gallagher’s drunken babbling could pry a laugh from you. You switched to Brooklyn Nine-Nine, wondering if maybe a goofy comedy would settle the unbearable misery, but it only seemed to worsen your sadness. With one last shred of hope, you pulled out your phone that was lacking any messages like usual, and you opened your Spotify account.

You took a deep breath as you typed the three words into the search bar, and you felt like you were punched in the stomach when the picture of Jake and his three brothers graced your screen.

Of course, you would notice Jake first. He always came first.

You listened to Jake’s music for the first time that night, and instead of sharing the memory with him, you had to digest the intimacy you had previously denied yourself whilst trying to forget him. You promised that it would only be one time, and that if you only listened to one song, it would curb the need you held for him in your heart.

But, as you learned before in the hardest way imaginable, promising and following through are two completely different things, and it did not stop at a single song. By the time the sun rose in the sky, you were a mess of tears as you finished up the last few songs on their discography. Instead of turning your phone off and moving on, you put it on loop and leaned your head against the arm of the couch. One particular song caught your attention as it began playing, and it drew you in even further as the melodic guitar solo began. By minute three, your eyes were heavy, and not long after that, you were sound asleep.

When you woke in the morning from the best sleep you had in weeks, you were still hearing the soft sounds of Jake’s guitar. You swore you would turn it off and move on, but as you stretched and stood from your position on the couch, you let the melodies carry you through morning coffee and a long, overdue shower. Since then, it always seemed to be playing in the background while you tried to survive life without him.

A few days after the final breakup, Scott had sent you a message inviting you out for lunch. He was curious about how the night went after the blowout at the restaurant, and you couldn’t blame him. He sacrificed his own pride to help you find happiness, and the more you thought about it, the more appealing friendship with him seemed. You needed something to break up the monotony of sadness, and you knew that calling your sister was the last thing you wanted to do. You loved her, and she had always been your best friend, but you could not recount the mistakes you had made to lead you here. It would kill you to relive all of the sweetness and eventually, all of the heartbreak.

So you agreed, but it was all but happily. You made plans for a Saturday afternoon, exactly one week after you had called it quits with Jake. You thought that maybe by the time it rolled around, you would be more excited at the prospect of leaving the house considering you’d spent seven whole days inside, wallowing in your own misery. When you woke up that morning, it felt like lead was weighing down your limbs and you cursed yourself for ever making the plans in the first place. You forced yourself through a shower, but had to sit down on the side of the tub for ten minutes to regain your strength before getting dressed. You picked a hoodie that you’d stolen from your dads closet a long time ago, hoping that it would help you feel closer to him. You had been missing him more than you had in a very long time. You squeezed into a pair of jeans, debating whether to change into sweatpants, but eventually convinced yourself to wear them anyway.

You returned to the bathroom to dust on some makeup, hoping to cover the deep eye-bags and pale skin. About halfway through, you realized that there was not enough makeup in the world to cover up your heartbreak. You put on some lipgloss and sprayed some perfume, finishing just in time to hear the doorbell. With a sigh of defeat, you abandoned your reflection to greet Scott. You trudged to the front door, unlocking the knob and swinging it open to reveal his smiling face. He was much more relaxed than he was the weekend prior, and his clothes were not nearly as fancy. Relief flooded you when you realized that this was, in fact, just a friendly meal.

“Good afternoon, Sunshine.” He chuckled, first noticing your solemn face. You had given him a brief rundown of the situation the night before through a poorly written text so he knew what he was walking into, but you feared that it did not even come close to the way you were truly feeling. In truth, you had been texting quite often, and you weren’t sure that any of it made sense. Still, he was smiling, happily radiating positivity in hopes of making you feel better.

“Not much that’s good about it.” You grumbled, grabbing your purse from the hook by the door. You double checked for your phone and keys before nodding your head in the direction of his car. Your pessimism was staggering, but it did not seem to phase him.

“There’s lots of good,” he tried, stepping out of the way to allow you outside. “You get to see me. That’s good, is it not?” He raised an eyebrow, watching as you locked your door.

“You give yourself too much credit.” He chuckled at your grumpy expression, brushing off your insults like it was nothing.

“You look nice.” He said, placing a hand on your shoulder as you both made your way to the car.

“Thank you,” you said, giving him a small smile. You knew you should not be so harsh with him; he only wanted to help, and you should be grateful for that. When you missed Jake so badly, it made it hard to think of anything other than the sound of your broken heart. “You, too.”

“You have any idea where we should go?” He asked, opening your door for you. You climbed inside, trying to ignore the turn of your stomach at the thought of food. When he got in next to you, he was still waiting for a response.

“Do you remember that little cafe we used to go to in high school?” You asked, suddenly recalling the little spot that you spent so much time together in all those years ago.

“With the two dollar sandwiches?” He asked, laughing at the idea.

“Yeah, and the best grilled cheese in the whole world.” You added, making sure he remembered that fact. “It’s a little bit of a drive, but I haven’t been there in forever.”

“I’m down,” he said, putting the car in reverse and pulling out on the road “I’ve got all day.” He looked down at the radio, reaching out and grabbing a cord. He tossed the aux in your direction and turned the speakers up a notch. “I haven’t been to that diner in a long time, either. We used to go there every day.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “you, me, Seth and Katie Haynes.” You tried to hide the sneer in your voice when you spoke the names.

“Fuck, yes! I forgot about her.” He shook his head in disbelief at his own memory.

“I sure didn’t.” You leaned back in the seat, clicking on the seat warmer in hopes of soothing your aching body. Laying in bed nonstop finally seemed to be taking a toll on you. “Maybe I should have clued in that Seth wasn’t the one when I caught them fucking in my bedroom at my own house.”

“Not to say I told you so, but…” you rolled your eyes, reaching over and giving him a light smack on the arm.

“You know, that’s like rule number one of what not to say when you’re trying to cheer someone up.”

“Oh, I know.” He laughed. “That wasn’t to make you feel better; I just like being right.” It was crazy how fast the two of you seemed to rekindle the friendship that was once so strong. It made you regret losing contact with him, and you thought that if you had been friends with him the whole time, life might have seemed a little less lonely.

“Some things never change.” You sighed, looking out the window as he drove. For a little while, the two of you sat in silence. You admired the city and how it continued on as normal despite you feeling like the world was ending. It was a terrible thing to know that the sun would continue to rise and fall even while you felt like you were dying. You turned on your phone, finding yourself sick of the sad music floating through the stereo. You looked through playlist after playlist, but could not seem to find one that sounded appealing to you. When you grew sick of scrolling your phone in search of a song to play, you gave up and hit shuffle on your recently listened songs, and the first note that played was equal to a punch straight to the stomach.

“Oh, who’s this?” He asked, intrigued at the old-timey sound of the guitar.

“Uh, it’s called ‘Built By Nations’.” You muttered, trying to tune out the guitar and focus on Josh’s voice.

“Who’s it by?” He asked again, his original question being left unanswered.

“My ex and his brothers.” You confessed, You cheeks searing with heat.

“A musician in Nashville, y/n? Come on.” He implored you to think your decision out again.

“I know, I know.” You sighed. “Definitely wasn’t my smartest decision, but I’m suffering now, am I not?”

“Fair enough.” He laughed, taking the cutoff to the road that housed your old High School.

You were hit with a whirlwind of memories as he slowed down, likely feeling the same as you were in that moment. You strained to look out at the football field, and laughed to yourself as you saw the old sign that displayed the name. It was falling apart with some of the letters missing, but it was familiar, and it was comforting. You didn’t hate high school, but you did hate the life events that happened while attending. It seemed to sour the whole experience, but as you thought back on it, you knew it was not nearly as bad as you made it out to be.

“If you could go back for a day, would you?” He asked, looking over at you as the sight passed you by.

“I think so.” You nodded. “Would you?”

“Oh, for sure.” He chuckled, no doubt in his mind about it. With that, he turned down another side road, and within seconds, you were in front of the diner that was a staple of your childhood. He pulled into the half-full lot, and not long after that, the two of you were walking inside. Immediately, you were drawn to the corner booth in which you’d spent so many hours in. It was empty, just like it was meant for you two to sit there. You took to one side, and he slid in the other. You placed your phone in your purse and threw it down beside you, looking around the small area and reminiscing on the memories made in that very spot.

“Let me guess, bacon cheeseburger and not one, but two cokes to go with it. And one to go.” You grinned, looking over at his face as he laughed at your words.

“You know me so well, sunshine.” He admitted to it without argument; he got the same thing every day of senior year despite having a whole menu to choose from. “And you’ll get a grilled cheese with tomatoes on it, because you’re weird.”

“Tomatoes aren’t weird.” You scoffed. “You don’t think that ten months worth of ordering cheeseburgers is weird?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He waved you off. “So, tell me what happened.”

“Eager much?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve waited a whole week to hear how it went, I think I’ve been plenty patient about it.”

“Fine,” you sighed, giving a shrug. “We fought in the parking lot, and on the drive home, and at my house. We said some mean things, stuff that we can never take back no matter how hard we try, then it went back to normal for a little while.” Normal was a strange description when it was referring to angry sex in your kitchen, but it fit the bill for you and Jake. Sex was the most normal thing about your relationship aside from the sadness, and occasionally, a wordless ‘I love you’. “It was nice, but I think that once the situation settled and I had a moment to think about everything, it just… it didn’t seem right.”

“What didn’t seem right?” He asked, hoping you would be more specific.

“All of it, you know? Like, we aren’t even dating and we’ve been hurting each other’s feelings and fighting. I can only imagine what it would be like if we were together.” He gave a small laugh, shaking his head slightly as you spoke. “What? What’s funny?”

“You, sunshine. You’ve always been so stubborn.” You opened your mouth to argue back, but he held up his hand as if to say he wasn’t finished. With a huff, you held back your words. “You guys are fighting because you’re feelings are hurt, whatever, it happens and it’s no big deal. Why are your feelings hurt, y/n?”

“Because he said the only thing I was good for was sex, and then he was all sweet and nice once we made up, but invited another girl on a date? How can you make up with someone and say that you care about them, then kiss another girl like it’s nothing?”

“Just the same as how you can take another guy on a date while you’re in love with him.” He shrugged, knowing he had you in a stalemate.

“I’m not in love with him!” Your voice was shrill, reacting as if the word was poison being forced down your throat. You were lying through your teeth, and even you knew how untruthful your words were.

“Oh, cut the shit, sunshine.” He rolled his eyes, pausing for a moment as the waitress approached you. He gave her a warm smile and ordered for both of you, and within minutes, she was on her way. “You’ve been moping around your house for a week because you broke up with your sort of boyfriend that you’re absolutely not in love with?” When he said it in such a way, you could clearly see how stupid you sounded. With a sigh of defeat, you gave in to the urge to speak the truth.

“Okay, fine, I love him.” Even as you said it, your whole body felt as if it was trying to reject the confession. You shuddered at the word and your palms broke out into a sweat. You ran them across the fabric of your jeans as you tried to calm yourself down. “I do, but I don’t want to, and it scares the shit out of me.”

“Why does it scare you?” He asked, taking a drink from one of the cokes the waitress dropped off. You sipped at the coffee she left behind for you.

“He’s the first person I’ve been with since I left Seth.” You confessed. “I mean, I’ve had one night stands, but never with anyone like him. It’s never been anything like this.”

“It’s never been with someone you’ve cared about.” He deducted.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “When I left Seth, I promised that I would never be with someone like that again. I never wanted anyone to have that type of power over me, and I didn’t want to get close to someone again just to realize that they’re a monster in disguise. It’s easier to be alone than to be alone while in a relationship, and I don’t ever want to suffer that way again.” You stirred some sugar into the mug, watching as the liquid formed a small whirlpool around the metal utensil. “When Jake and I first met, we were both on the same page, but somewhere along the way, the lines got blurred. I’m not innocent, either, and I know that. I was playing house with him and pretending like nothing was wrong, and then he started talking about wanting more, and it scared me so much that I ran. Well, no,” you chuckled “I backed him into a corner and forced him to run.”

“Why are you so scared of him, though? I mean, after this long, and after all of the shit you put each other through, you would be able to see that he’s bad, wouldn’t you?” He played with the paper wrapper that was previously encased around his straw, peeking up from his hands to catch your gaze.

“Maybe? I don’t know.” You sighed, your shoulders slumping with the weight of your emotions. “I’m not scared of him, per say. I’m scared of love, and I’m scared of getting hurt, and I’m scared of losing another person that I care about.”

“Is this about Seth, or is this about your dad?” He asked, voice as quiet as a mouse. He seemed afraid to ask, but more than that, he seemed afraid of your response.

You were stunned for a moment, and the flood of emotion that ran through you was more powerful than anything you’d ever felt. If it were anyone else sitting before you asking that dreaded question, you would have stood and screamed, thrown things from the table just to make a scene and show them how uncalled for the moment was. Instead, you gave a slow blink, but you did not do any of the things you wanted to. While you processed his words, you were plagued with a lifetimes worth of memories that involved the boy sitting across from you. Memories of him holding you while you screamed and cried in your childhood bedroom, clutching your fathers last worn t-shirt tightly to your chest. Memories of his hand in yours while you zombied your way through the funeral proceedings, and memories of him being the only person in the world who could pry a smile from your face while being plagued with such grief.

Even worse than that, there was memories of him sitting at the kitchen table with your father, talking about the football game that aired on television the night before. Ones where Scott would not just drive you to the hospital to visit your father while he succumbed to sickness, but where he walked into the morbid building and sat beside you, your sister and your mother while you tried to cheer your father up during his last days on earth. Scott was allowed to ask that question, not just because of how familiar he was with your grief, but because he grieved, too. Scott may have been a face that was forgotten along with the past, but he was not one that became insignificant. You fought tooth and nail to remove yourself from the life you lived so long ago, but a bond like such carried through until the end of time.

Your heartbreak from Jake may have done more damage than good, but there is always light that shines in the dark. Your breakup allowed for you to sit across the table at a fabled diner with your best friend for the first seventeen years of life. Your time away may have allowed you to forget how much of you he’d seen, but your heart could never forget the importance of his presence.

Instead of screaming, you nodded your head, telling him all you refused to say aloud. He was the only person who you would trust with such things, and despite your unwillingness to speak about it, you knew that he already knew the answer. Seth held little power over you anymore, and your fear of Jake turning out like him was ridiculous, but your dad? He was everything to you. He lived in every decision, every waking moment and thought that crossed your mind. He was a part of every heartbreak and triumph, and his advice rang in your ears every time you second-guessed yourself. The fear of disappointing him was true even after his death, and if anything, it only ever got worse.

More than that, his death crushed you. It left you lying on the floor, cursing every higher power and questioning the very universe that created you. It destroyed any hope and any sense of purpose, and it stole the happiness straight from your chest before it ever had the chance to bloom. You were familiar with loss, but despite it being an acquaintance, it was your own mortal enemy. You knew that it existed, and that it was always looming, but you lived your life in such a way that loss could not touch you. You never let people get too close, and you cut them off before they tried. You distanced yourself from everyone you loved most in hopes of sparing yourself the pain, and you could not even allow yourself to get a pet in anticipation of the crushing grief to come when it was their time to pass on.

The idea of loving Jake scared you so much that it shook you to the core, disrupting your entire life and forcing you to lock him out. The fear did not stem from your inability to love, or because you could not trust your own judgement of his character, but because you could not handle it if he were to suddenly get up and leave. You could not choke down the idea of loving someone enough to hurt after they were gone, and since your father died, no loss could ever come close to the pain you had felt from his death. Now, you knew that Jake leaving was the only pain in the world that could rival the one you had felt so many years ago, housed in your childhood home that held only a ghost of the man you loved most.

“Of course it is, Scott. It’s always about him.” Your throat was dry like you had just screamed out, and your eyes burned as if tears had ran them dry, but none of those things happened; the grief was so plentiful that it had bled you dry, and now it was the only thing to exist within your veins. “I can’t love him because I cannot imagine losing someone again. I can’t imagine how much it would hurt if he walked away, or if… yeah.”

“You don’t have to imagine it, sunshine.” He said, giving you a sympathetic smile. “You’re feeling it right now.”

“I know I am, but I keep trying to convince myself that hurting right now will save me from something worse later on.” You rubbed your face in your hands, wiping away non-existent tears. You felt like you were crying, and you knew you should be, but there seemed to be no tears left to cry.

“Or you’re holding yourself back from the best thing you’ve ever felt.” He offered the alternative, pausing the conversation while the waitress sat your food in front of you. He muttered a thank you, and once again, she was on her way. “Sure, leaving first ensures that he can’t leave you, but it also kills any possibility of happiness. What you’re doing right now limits you from a world of good; everything good comes with risk, y/n, and from what you’re telling me, he seems worth the risk.”

“He is. He’s worth it all.” You nodded, biting into a French fry. Despite your sorrow, you felt better than you had in days. “And I am worried about that pain, because I’m scared I can’t survive it again, but what I’m worried about most is that I’m too broken for him to handle. I don’t know how to love someone, Scott. It’s been five years since I’ve even let someone stay in my life for more than a weekend. Maybe I did all of those years ago, but not anymore. I’m angry, and I’m stubborn, and I’m more work than I’m worth. It’s not fair to him, and as much as I fear him breaking my heart, I’m even more afraid of breaking his.” You explained. “He’s been hurt, too. He deserves the world, and I’m not the person that can give it to him. He needs someone who has their shit together, and I’ve never once had all of my ducks in a row.”

“You can’t make that decision for him, y/n.” He said, taking a bite from his own meal. He let the words sit with you for a moment before speaking again. “I know you, and all you’ve ever wanted to do was protect people. It’s incredibly amicable, but sometimes you have to let them choose for themselves. To me, it sounds like he thinks you’re worth the risk, too.”

“I can’t do that to him.” You shook your head. “Sure, he’s choosing for himself, but I don’t think he knows what he’s getting into.”

“After this long, he knows, y/n, and he doesn’t care.” He assured you. “Listen, I know how guys think: if he was in this for any lesser purpose, he would have left a long time ago. If he did not care about you, he would not have shown up at the restaurant that night. That look in his eye was more than jealousy; it was the type of love that drives you insane. Don’t think you breaking up with him will get rid of that.”

“How do I stop being afraid?” You asked, in disbelief of the fact that he thought it was simple. “I’ve been afraid my whole life, it’s not just something I can turn off, even if I wish it was.”

“You never stop being afraid, sunshine. You just have to love each other enough that it doesn’t matter anymore.”

The meal went by without any further talks of Jake or your last heartbreaks. Instead, you filled the air with jokes and laughter, and gratitude for being in each others lives again. Although your relationship was rekindled for poor reasons, you were still thankful that you got the chance to be around him again. When the check came, you fulfilled your promise to repay him for the dinner cut short. When you climbed back into his car, you felt dread settle in your stomach. You weren’t ready to go home; you had been alone for days, and while that was something you normally loved, you’d now grown to hate it. You felt so happy to be with company that the idea of going home to an empty house sickened you. Worse yet, you did not know if you could go back and suffer through your relentless thoughts about Jake.

The drive home was filled with loud music, both of you singing along at the top of your lungs. You managed to convince him to stop at a coffee shop, claiming that you needed more caffeine to survive the day, but it was only to avoid the inevitable. When you made it back to the suburbs that you called home, your body felt heavy with the weight of your own loneliness. He pulled into your driveway, slowly rolling the car to a stop before he put it into park.

“Thank you, Scott.” You mumbled, looking down at your hands settled in your lap.

“No need for thanks,” he brushed you off “I hope I helped.”

“You did.” You nodded. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I definitely feel better.”

“You don’t need to know right now.” He assured you. “You can take all the time you need; it’s your life, sunshine.”

“You’re right.” You breathed, forcing a smile on to your face. “I’m sorry things ended up like this. It wasn’t my intent for you to be my own personal therapist.”

“It was meant to work out like this.” He shrugged. “I’m just happy I get to see you again. Watching your life through limited Facebook posts was sad. I missed my friend, and that’s the biggest reason I asked you out.”

“I missed you, too. I think I would really like it if we hung out more often.” You confessed. “I’ve been far too isolated. I’m too young to be so afraid of being alive.”

“You’re right,” he agreed, leaning across the seats to give you a hug. You rested in his arms for a moment, soaking up all of the physical contact you could before having to retreat inside. “I’ll see you soon?” He asked, pulling back just enough to catch sight of your face.

“Of course. Thank you again.” You gave him one last smile before making your departure, feeling your stomach sink more with every step you took towards the front door.

You had no idea what to do, and a part of you felt like you should call Jake and at least apologize for all that happened. Still, there was a bigger, more stubborn part of you that still believed he was better off without you. Once you locked the door and you were safely inside, you heard Scott pull out of your driveway and begin his journey home. You kicked off your shoes and threw your purse down on your kitchen counter. You reached into the pocket of your sweater, letting your fingers linger on your phone for a moment. You wanted to pull it out, to dial Jake’s number from memory and confess everything your heart felt for him. For a while, you sat in the kitchen, clutching your phone and unable to find the strength to go any further.

You loved him, but you loved him enough that you could not bear the thought of dragging him down with you. He was too good, and you were too much. The thought alone made tears pool in your eyes and your bottom lip begin to quiver. You wondered if your dad was looking down on you, proud of you for being the bigger person, or if he was disappointed in you for letting another good thing pass you by.

Then, the most painful thought of all struck you out of nowhere: he would never get the chance to meet Jake and grow to love him like you did.

You knew your father would be Jake’s biggest fan; his kind heart and his lax attitude was loveable no matter who he was using it on, and his love of music and talent on the guitar would win your dad over indefinitely. Jake was the type of guy your father had begged you to fall in love with, but he surely did not anticipate you being too broken to love him back.

Suddenly, the thoughts and the feelings got to be too much and you had to force yourself out of them. Instead of calling Jake, you shut off your phone. Instead of being the bigger person and confessing your love, you climbed into bed fully clothed and searched for the scent of him in your bedsheets. Instead of growing up and forgetting your fear, you closed your eyes and fell asleep while trying to remember what it felt like to have his arm wrapped around you.

When you woke, the sun was no longer shining through the window. Instead, the moonlight was plentiful and it casted a white glow over your bedroom, illuminating the sadness and the emptiness that now lived inside. You were groggy, barely within the plane of existence, but you tried your best to shake off the feeling. You were certain you heard a soft thud sound from the kitchen, but you chalked it up to you remaining amidst a dream despite being conscious, now. You tumbled from your bed, planting your feet firmly on the floor as you stretched out your arms and let out a yawn. When you stepped out of your room and into the bathroom to brush your teeth, you thought that you heard the sound again. You brushed it off, knowing that the likelihood of it being anything important was slim. The idea of someone knocking on your door was laughable, and you did not want to torture yourself by checking to see and being met with nothing.

You rinsed your mouth and wiped away the specs of mascara that had fallen underneath your eyes. You let out a sigh at your reflection, grabbing a a makeup wipe and ridding yourself of all the makeup. You washed your face and moved on to the kitchen, where you grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the fridge and began pouring yourself a glass. It had become a nightly routine, and you knew that with a few shots, you’d be back to sleep in no time.

As you dropped the ice into your glass you heard the noise again, but stronger this time. It caught your attention so fast that you could not doubt that it was real. You wondered if Scott had driven back to your side of town to check on you, or if maybe your mother had come over to see if you were alive. You had been ignoring her calls and messages, and although you knew you should answer, you could not bring yourself to do it. You took a sip of your drink before stepping towards the door, using it as a bit of courage to face another social interaction. Your fear of being alone no longer existed, and the longer you stayed holed up in your house, the more tempting isolation seemed.

You unlocked the deadbolt and the knob, wondering who would be here so late at night if not for a friend. Lately, friends were scarce and you had little idea who could be there. When you opened the door fully, getting a clear view of who was on the other side, you nearly fell to your knees. You were frozen, stuck staring at his face as you processed the fact he was really standing there, the corners of his lips upturned into a small, breathtaking smile. He seemed just as happy to see you, but he did not make a move to greet you first. Eventually, you mustered enough courage to speak.

“Hi,” you breathed, completely taken aback by the boy in front of you. After days of missing him, wondering if you would ever be lucky enough to see him again, you had a hard time believing that the man before you was real. In some strange way, it felt like he was a figment of your exhausted and worn down imagination. You feared that if you reached out and touched him, he would disappear before your very eyes. You did not want to be met with any more disappointment, because in the last week, that was all you felt. If he were to suddenly fade away, you thought that you might not be able to survive it. The sight of his face was the most comforting thing you had seen since he was last with you, and the knowledge that he was still thinking of you made you weak in the knees.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He said, giving you a soft smile. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, stepping out of the way to allow him inside. You tried not to think about the butterflies running rampant in your belly at the sound of the pet name. He stepped towards you, out of the warm night air and into the comfort of your home that he’d grown so used to. You watched his face, dazed at his beauty and wondering how you ever forced yourself to let him go. He had a bag slung over his shoulder and a look in his eyes that you could not place. You weren’t sure if you’d ever seen it before, but you liked it more than you cared to admit.

Then, before he spoke again, you had a sudden sense of dread wash over you; he was likely only there to retrieve his clothing he had left behind. The ache in your chest at the thought was unbearable, but you forced yourself to remain calm and allow him to do what he needed to do.

“You’re here to get your stuff?” You asked, trying to hide your feelings of frustration and sound as cheerful as possible. If only you could tell him how much you cared, maybe he wouldn’t clear out the only remaining memories of your relationship. You hated how much you had grown to like his life being intertwined with your own in such ways. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking over your face as he tried to place the emotion behind your eyes.

“No, angel.” He chuckled, dropping his bag down on the floor. You listened to the sound, realizing that if anything, it sounded quite full. A rush of relief ran through you, even if you knew you should have wanted him to clear out all of his belongings. It was for the best, even if you did not want him to leave again, especially for good.

“Oh,” you breathed, trying to compute what was happening. “So… why are you here?” You hated that it came out so harsh, and it was not at all what you were intending, but it did get your point across clearly. You were confused, you were still hurting, and more than anything, you wanted to know what his intent was.

He stepped closer to you, so close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Then, he reached up, letting the knuckle of his index finger softly caress your cheek. You let your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, the sensation intoxicating and when mixed with the scent of his cologne, deadly. He tucked your hair behind your ear as he noticed pieces falling from the messy bun sat atop your head. After that, his hand drifted towards your neck, settling gently on the back of it as he drew you closer to him.

You were too weak to fight him, and too tired to care. You missed his comfort more than anything, and you did not want to deny yourself the pleasure after you had suffered so much.

“You look tired, sweetheart.” He said, studying your face. He could see the dark circles forming, and the fire in your eyes he loved so much now seemed dim, nearly burnt out. Your head was upturned to meet his gaze, and he was looking down at you. In another universe, you would even go as far as to say that the two of you seemed to fit together with perfect harmony. “Have you been sleeping?”

“Not really.” You shook your head ever so slightly, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. You noticed the same tell-tale signs in his own features. “Have you?”

“No.” He said, still staring intently at your face. He missed it so much that he was trying to memorize every detail all over again. Unintentionally, you felt yourself leaning into him. His face was so close, and your eyes were begging to close as you pulled him in for a kiss. He felt it just as much, and he was hoping you would cross the invisible boundary you had drawn for yourself. You were in such close proximity that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, drawing you in further. The tip of your nose brushed against his, sending jolts of electricity through your whole body.

It was so good that you almost fell victim to him once again.

“Jake,” you breathed, pulling back from him and placing a soft hand on his chest so he would keep his distance. The separation was painful, but necessary. “We can’t do this. Friends don’t do this.” Tears pricked your eyes at the term of friendship, but you managed to blink them away before any slipped onto your cheeks.

“Right,” he sighed, nodding against you and accepting your words. Before you knew it, he had stepped out of reach and you were left wishing that you never spoke at all. You watched him move away from you, still questioning if you were dreaming or of conscious mind. For a second, you feared that he would walk towards the door and out of your life again. The grief at the thought alone was debilitating. Then, he bent down and unzipped the top of his track bag. You watched as he carefully pulled something from it, looking over the item for a moment before turning back to you. When he straightened up and made a move to face you again, you nearly fell to your knees. “That’s actually why I came here.” He said, clearing his throat to rid himself of the nervousness plaguing him.

He extended his hand towards you, watching you closely in fear of a volatile reaction. He had brought up the idea once before and you had confirmed your distaste for it, but he could not seem to help himself. He thought you deserved it. He thought that you were worth it. Your eyes were glued to the brown paper that was delicately wrapped around a bouquet of red roses. You were so stunned that you could not even manage to look up to meet his gaze.

How could he do that to you? How could he walk in like nothing happened with a bouquet of roses and a tongue as sharp as a knife? Sweetness dripped from his words and his actions, but you were in no state of mind to receive such treatment from him. His gestures were profound and you adored him for it, but it was not what you needed when you were dedicated to getting over him.

“Jake,” you warned, saying his name like it was the only hymn you knew how to sing. He appeared so ethereal, so beautiful and bright while he held the token of love, but you were not enough of a fool to believe that it could be true. His angelic smile and his breathtaking eyes were nowhere near anything holy, and you had learned the truth a long time ago. He was not good for you, and you were not good for him. You both knew it, but he did not want to accept it. By showing up and handing out grand gestures, he was only worsening the suffering.

“Stop it, y/n.” He said, giving you a stern look. “Take them, please. I spent so long picking them out that it would be a shame for them to go to waste.” Your heart sped at his words, realizing that the longer you looked, the less it seemed like the bouquet was a thoughtless, last minute purchase on his way over. The paper was arranged beautifully amidst the blood red petals and emerald stems and leaves. Tied around the stems was twine that was carefully cut and settled into a bow. You were not a background thought in his head; he had gone to an expensive florist and pondered over dozens of flowers to bring to you. He picked them with care and caution, wondering what would catch your eye the most.

He cared enough to spend the time and the money on you, but what was even worse than that was that he was the first person to ever give you a bouquet of flowers. How could you get over him when he’d been the first man in the world other than your father to care so much about you?

“Friends don’t give each other flowers.” You said, looking hesitantly towards his face.

“You’re right, y/n. Friends don’t give each other flowers.” He sighed, still holding his arm out to you. “I’m giving these to you because we’re not friends, and you and I both know that.”

“No, Jake.” You shook your head, crossing your arms across your stomach and hugging yourself to satiate the steadily growing anxiety. “I told you, we can’t do that. I’m not good for you. This isn’t good for us.” You shook your head, panicking at the idea of hurting each other again. He was too fantastic to be subject to the hurt the two of you were so good at causing.

“Would you quit that? Stop being so fucking stubborn.” He argued, getting visibly frustrated. “You don’t get to decide what’s good for me. You don’t get to choose if I want to be with you or not. Only I can, and I’m choosing you, y/n. I’m standing here in front of you, telling you that I am, and that I will choose you every day for the rest of my life. You don’t get to tell me that we can only be friends, and you don’t get to tell me that this won’t work. You can’t always call the shots. I get a say, too.”

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m just saying that this is only going to hurt us! I’m trying to protect you, and I wish you could see that!” You exclaimed, trying to ward off the temptation to run into his arms. His words were devastatingly beautiful and everything you had ever longed to hear, but you could not be selfish and bring him down with you.

“Protect me from what?” He shot back, appalled at your inability to comprehend what he was saying. “You? Myself? Us?”

“Everything! I don’t know!” You were exasperated by his reaction, not able to understand how he could not see it the same way you did. Two people that hated love could not love each other peacefully. You had proven that with your jealousy and toxic games, and you cared about him far too much to involve him in such things. The sin the two of you had engaged in had left you both resembling the devil, and you feared that if you let it go any further, you would turn to ash in the barren, fiery wastelands of hell.

“I shouldn’t have left that night, y/n. I never should have let you go, but I didn’t want to push you, and I didn’t want to scare you away. It was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m here now to tell you everything I need to say. I have to get it off my chest, because if I don’t, it’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life. If you still think that it’s for the best, then I’ll let you go, but not until I tell you everything.” You watched him, pain written so clearly on your face. You did not have the heart to turn him down, and you did not have the strength to keep up the act. You wanted him so badly that it was impossible to send him away, and his persistence was charming despite your hesitancy.

“Okay.” You nodded, choking on the word as it fell from your lips. You knew that whatever he had to say would turn your whole world upside down, but for some reason, you were okay with it. When in his company, even if he was causing peacefulness or devastation, it seemed right. You could comfortably watch him tear your house down one panel at a time, and you would have a smile on your face and love in your heart because you were there with him. You reached out, slowly wrapping your fingers around the bouquet. Your hand brushed against his as you did, the burning warmth of his skin sending a shiver down your spine. You had no idea how even the simplest of interactions with him always seemed so magnificent. “Thank you, Jake.” You looked down at the petals, tears shining in your eyes as you digested the sentiment that came along with the gift.

Now that you held them, it made the moment all the more real. Jake was a man who cared about you so deeply that it made you question if he was even real. You had never felt emotion so strongly, good or bad. He made everything a million times more powerful, and even something as small as buying you flowers seemed to knock the air from your lungs and make your knees weak. You had never felt so important to anyone in your entire life, and as good as it felt, you feared that if it ever came to an end, you would perish from the grief of the loss.

“You keep saying that you want to protect me, but there’s nothing you have to protect me from, y/n. I’m a grown man who understands what I’m getting myself into, and I’m telling you that I don’t care about the risks.” He watched you take a step towards the kitchen, following closely behind you as you moved to set the flowers on the counter. Once they were safely placed, you turned to look at him again, giving him all of your attention. “When I met you at the bar that night, I wasn't looking for anything but sex. We both know that, and I don’t feel a need to lie about it. When I sat down and I finally got you to talk to me, I knew right away that you were going to be more than sex. You can’t just meet someone so fantastic and pretend they’re ordinary, angel, and you are all but ordinary.” Your stomach twisted in knots at his words, but you bit down on your tongue and listened as he poured his heart out to you.

“You are the most beautiful, smart, witty, and charming woman I have ever met. You take my breath away every time I see you, and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before in my entire life. I could go on about how I feel about you forever, but it still wouldn’t even come close to how I feel in my heart. I don’t think there’s enough words in the dictionary to describe how much I care for you.” He was close to you, but not enough that you felt trapped. There was about a foot of space between you, and you would never say it, but you were desperate for him to come closer. Your eyes were focused on his face as he spoke. The emotion in his eyes was so profound that you could feel it as if it were your own. “I know I promised you that I wouldn’t fuck this up, and I’m sorry that things happened the way they did, but falling for you was the easiest thing I have ever done. I was yours before we ever left the bar that night, and as much as you don’t want me to be, I can’t apologize for something I don’t believe is wrong. I am sorry that I broke my promise, but I have never been sorry for caring about you.”

“I’ve spent the last three months trying to memorize every detail about you because I want to know everything you have to offer. I know that you hate breakfast, because it’s too intimate, and emotional intimacy scares the shit out of you. I know that you have the exact same routine before bed; you turn on your fan to the third setting, because the fourth is too loud and the second isn’t enough. Then, you climb into bed and you check your phone, but not for texts or social media likes. You check your schedule, just to make sure you’re not forgetting about an appointment with a client, because your work means everything to you. Then, you get up again because you can remember if you locked the door or not, and you make sure the oven is off for the fifth time while you’re out there. When you get back into bed, you toss and turn for twenty minutes until you eventually end up on your stomach, because that is the only way you can fall asleep.” As he told you the most miniscule details about yourself, your ego shattered and the shards of what once was so strong seemed to stab you with every breath. Nobody had ever cared to know you so well, and he was recounting it like he’d dedicated his whole life to studying it.

“Your sister is your whole life, and you mark off the days on your calendar just so you can count down the hours until she comes home to visit. You only ever sit on the left side of the couch, and you have about a dozen half-empty water bottles beside your bed because you forget about your open one and grab a new one every night. When you laugh, you cover your mouth with your hands and you try to keep it to yourself. I don’t know why, because it’s the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. You play with your hair when you’re nervous, and you blush when you lie.” As he spoke, your hand darted away from the ends of your hair as if it had just burned you.

“Stop, Jake.” You whispered, feeling sick at the sheer amount of knowledge he had about you.

“No, y/n.” He shook his head. “I’ll never stop talking about you, because knowing you so well is the best feeling in the whole world, especially because I know I’m the only one who does. I could talk about you for hours, because I think everyone should know how fantastic you are. I know all of this stuff, and I still want more. You can call me selfish, but I don’t care. I want to spend my life getting to know you, and I will be eighty years old and still wanting to learn something new about you.” He explained, hoping you were understanding what he meant. “Friends don’t know each other like this, sweetheart, and it would be a fucking shame if we tried to be strangers again after everything we’ve been through. Knowing you any less than I do right now seems like torture, and I don’t ever want to do that.”

“I’m not scared of you, and I’m not scared of this. I’ve spent every day since I first met you falling for you, and now, it’s the most comfortable feeling I’ve ever felt. You don’t get to tell me that I’d be happier without you, or as friends, or with someone else, because it’s just not true. You are what I want, and I know you have to feel it, too. I’ve never felt this way before, and I know we’ve both been hurt, and I know that you’re scared, but you can’t tell me that this isn’t good for us. We haven’t even tried, angel. If you let me, I can show you that love is not as scary as it seems, because we’ve already been doing it.”

“Jake,” you let out a shaky breath, your eyes shining with tears as you tried to process all he was saying. His name seemed like the only thought your brain could formulate.

“Baby, you are everything to me. I’m here, and I want to stay if you’ll let me. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not going to hurt you like everyone else has. I know that I already have, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it right, but I promise that I will never do that to you again.” He took a small step towards you, gauging your comfort before he jumped straight into it. “I know that you don’t like this part, but I would be an idiot if I didn’t ask you to try. I want to be what you deserve, and I want to be with you, more than I’ve ever wanted anything my whole life.” He reached out, lifting your chin up with his index finger to look in your eyes. “All I’m asking for is one chance. One shot to prove that I’m telling the truth. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left you here, and I don’t think I ever will.”

He cared, and he cared so much that he was willing to get his heart broken all over again for the chance to have you. He did not want to promise you love and then leave, nor did he want to pretend to be all you needed just to take it away. He wanted you, and loving you was all he ever wanted to do. Jake had never been the enemy; you only had yourself to blame, ruining your chances at happiness before the opportunity ever arose. You were hurt, guarded and protective over your own frail heart, but he did not want to shatter it like you previously thought. He wanted to help strengthen it again, to show you that your heart would be safe as long as it was offered to the right people. He wanted to love you like you always should have been, and Scott was right that night at the restaurant; what the two of you had was a type of love that you should never let go of. He was the most selfless, caring and kind man you had ever met, and if you let him leave once more, you knew you would lose him forever.

“Okay.” You breathed, nodding your head as your heart drummed rapidly against your chest. You were terrified, but being in his company made the fear obsolete. The look in his eyes aided you in believing that you would be more than okay, and that he would be better than anyone who came before. You felt like you were being crushed underneath the weight of your own longing for him. “I’ll try for you, Jake.” There was no doubt in your mind that you would try until your body began to deteriorate and your mind went numb. You would try for him until you could no longer do it and death was the only other option. You would do anything to experience love at his hand again, because it was the most beautiful thing you had ever experienced.

“Yeah?” He asked with a little laugh stuck in his throat that screamed disbelief.

“Yes,” you nodded, praying that he would bridge the gap. Before you could ask him to come closer, his hands shot out and grabbed your face between them, still gentle with you as if he was scared to break you. He stepped forward, and within seconds, his lips were locked on your own and your arms were around him again. The taste of him was addicting, more than any other drug in the world. The feeling of his skin on your was intoxicating, and his hands felt like heaven when they touched you with such care. You were helplessly in love with him, and no amount of time or distance could change it. He was everything you needed, all of the time, and you were an idiot to try and push him away.

When he parted, you were both breathless and smiling. He was still close enough to your face that you could feel his warmth, and you hoped that he never had to pull back. You wanted to live in the bliss forever, and with him until the end of time.

“I want to try, Jake. I’m so scared, but I want to try as long as it’s with you.” The quiver in your voice was louder than anything else in the room, and he drank up the vulnerability as if he was dying from thirst. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want to get hurt, but you were right; we can’t let go of this without giving it our best. I’ve been so terrified of losing you that it’s made me blind to how much I care, and I don’t ever want to feel how I felt this week ever again.” All he could do was smile; there was no words to describe the relief he felt.

“I knew you were something more, too. You came in here and suddenly my house felt empty without you. I hate love and relationships, but you make me hate the idea a lot less. I want to try, and I want us to try together, but I want it to work. I don’t want to give up when things get hard, and I don’t want to fight or make each other suffer. I want to be with you, and I want to do it right, this time.” You confessed, all of the words pouring from you with no signs of stopping. “I’m scared to fall in love with you because I was scared of losing you, but I’m doing it anyway by forcing you to stay away. You’re worth the risk, Jake. You always have been, and I’m so sorry that I couldn’t say it sooner.”

“You’re saying it now.” He breathed, almost unable to believe that the words were genuine. When he showed up at your doorstep, he expected to be met with rejection. Instead, you were telling him everything he craved to hear from you. It was almost too good for him to believe that it was true. “That’s what matters, angel.” He placed another kiss to your lips, lingering there for a moment to soak up all of the intimacy he could. “I want that, too. I’ve done it wrong so many times, but I want to do it right this time. I want to do it right with you.”

“I missed you so much.” You admitted, reaching up and cupping his cheek in your hand. You let your thumb drift over the soft skin, wondering how you ever survived without him around.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore. I’m here, and I want to stay.” You closed your eyes, fighting back tears at the sound of his words. He was here, he wanted to stay, and he wanted to love you. You were so lucky to have him, and you were so stupid to think that you could let him go. One of his hands dropped to your hip, his fingers gently grasping at you as he attempted to pull you closer. “I’m going to say it.”

“Say what?” You giggled, peeking at him through tired eyes. You were exhausted, finally comfortable after days of suffering and sleepless nights, but you weren’t willing to end the moment yet. You would never sleep again if it meant you could always be with him, just like you were in that moment.

“I love you, sweetheart.” A wave of emotion washed over you, stopping your heart and filling your lungs. You watched his face, seeing in his eyes that he’d never meant anything more in his life. It was a word you’d banished so long ago, and it was something that you were certain you could live without. Now that he was in front of you, saying it in the same sweet tone he always used, you could not imagine a life without hearing it every day. You had no idea why you were so afraid of it, or why you were so afraid of him. He was the whole world, and you knew that from the very beginning. His devilish charm and intoxicating attitude made it impossible not to love him, and you knew that any woman would jump at the chance to have him. You were the luckiest person to ever live, and you could not picture loving anybody else the way you loved him.

“I love you, Jake.” You whispered, softly and slowly, making sure he heard every syllable. He had been waiting so long to hear it that you could not deny him of it for one more second.

He barely had time to smile before his lips were back on yours, hungrier than the last. You slipped your hand to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in the locks of his hair. It was different than any other kiss you shared before; it tasted like freedom and it was laced with the notion of letting go. For the first time since you met him, you felt like you could show all of yourself to him. There were no barriers, no doubt nor hesitations. It was just the two of you, enjoying loving each other without fear getting in the way. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever felt, and you never wanted to feel any other way.

Loving Jake was the best thing you had ever experienced, even with the turmoil that you had been through. The pain and the losses were just as important as the good moments and the happiness, because it all led you to where you sat in that moment. The hurt was worth it as long as it meant you could love him, and you would suffer through it all over again just to be able to be loved by him. As his hand slipped under your shirt, settling on the warm skin underneath, you knew that you would never be happier with someone else. He was what you wanted, and any doubt about it was obsolete now.

You could not hold back the moan that slipped into his mouth at the feeling of his hand on you again. The rough, calloused fingertips from his guitar playing felt like heaven against the smooth skin on your body. Now, with the proclamation of love still lingering in the air, every movement and touch was amplified by a million. Your body was on fire, and he barely even touched you. You weren’t sure if it was solely accredited to the vulnerability the two of you shared, or if it was because you’d spent so many days longing to be touched by him. No matter which it was, it did not matter. All that mattered was that he was there, and things were okay.

“Say it again, angel.” He muttered against your lips, still trying to catch his breath.

“I love you,” you breathed, pressing your lips back to his before the words could fully pass through your mouth. His grip on you tightened, ecstatic to hear the sound. “I love you so much.” You said again, unable to hold it back any longer. You wanted to scream your love for him from the highest rooftops, telling the whole world how much he meant to you, but you feared that it still would not be enough. His lips trailed from your lips down to your neck, settling on the sweet spot just below your ear. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his tongue on your skin, your hands tightening on him as a silent show of enjoyment.

“We’re gonna have to do this differently now, beautiful.” His voice vibrated against you, making your eyes flutter closed at the light tickle that quickly spread.

“What do you mean?” You asked, still lost in the blissful nature of his touch.

“I can’t fuck you like a whore, anymore.” He said, snaking his hand up your shirt and landing it over your breast clothed only by the thin material of your bra. His thumb found your nipple through the fabric, feeling it harden under his touch. “I have to fuck you like I love you.”

“Can’t you fuck me like a whore anyway?” You challenged, not willing to give up the sex life you had already built with him. He chuckled at the disappointment in your tone, glancing up at you to catch your gaze.

“You like it better that way?” He raised an eyebrow. Your cheeks heated with a blush at the look in his eyes.

“Y-yes, sir.” You nodded.

“I tell you I love you and you behave yourself… maybe I should have said it a long time ago.” He related the two, smiling to himself as he thought about it. “How about I do both? Does that sound good to you, angel?”

“Sure, yeah.” You felt your lips upturn into a smile, happy with anything he was willing to give you.

“Glad we could come to that agreement.” He chuckled, giving your breast a gentle squeeze as he finished speaking. “Now, get in the bedroom and take your fucking clothes off. I’ve got time to make up for, and I don’t feel like waiting any longer.”

“Yes, sir.” You repeated your earlier statement, trying to ignore the ache that began between your legs. He dropped his hand from you, giving you a gentle nudge towards the bedroom. You followed his guidance, letting out a small yelp as his hand collided with your ass as you turned away. You shot him a look over your shoulder as you continued walking away, but he only responded with a wink.

You made quick progress with taking your clothes off, unashamed of your own excitement. You kicked them off to the side, peering out into the kitchen to see if he was following. When you didn’t see him or hear him walking to join you, you stepped towards the door, peeking just your head around it. You gazed out, finding your heart melt at the sight. He was peering through your cupboards, flowers in hand, in search of a vase to put them in. Eventually, he found a suitable holder for them, filling it with water and unwrapping the bouquet. He placed them inside, smiling at his own accomplishment, and turned towards your room.

He caught you staring, finding himself only slightly embarrassed at the thought. He gave you a smile as his cheeks tinged red. “What?” He asked, defending himself when there was no need to.

“Nothing,” you giggled, stepping out from the door frame so he could see you followed his instructions. He took in a sharp breath, surprised that you had been so obedient. Then, his eyes seemed to darken with lust as he got closer to you. “You’re just taking care of things out there like… oh, I don’t know, you love me or something?” He let out a scoff, rolling his eyes at your statement.

“Yeah, as if.” He teased, stepping towards you and scooping you into his arms with one swift motion. You let out a shriek of laughter, slinging your arms around his neck while you wrapped your legs around him. He found himself laughing at you, too. Your joy was infectious, and he wanted to soak up every minute of it. He pressed his lips to yours as he stepped towards the bed, breaking from the kiss for a moment to check over your shoulder and ensure there was nothing on the mattress. When he deduced that the coast was clear, he moved forward so his knees were touching the bed, then he dropped you down on the mattress without warning.

You let out a gasp of surprise as you landed with a thud, bouncing back up slightly from the impact. “What was that for?” Your lip formed into an unintentional pout, displeased with his actions, but he was too busy pulling his shirt over his head to notice.

“This is where the love part comes in.” He explained, chucking as he threw his shirt to the ground. “It’s not just about fucking you until you can’t walk; we get to have fun, too.”

“That wasn’t fun, I could’ve gotten hurt!” You exclaimed, but a smile was tugging at your lips. He unbuttoned his jeans, slipping out of them and kicking them to the side before looking back at you.

“Sweetheart, I would never do anything that would hurt you. You know that.” He scolded, playfulness still dancing in his eyes. He moved closer, climbing onto the bed and hovering atop of you for a moment. “Well, too bad, anyway.” He added, running his fingers over the lingering mark from his belt that was left from the weekend before. “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize.” You assured him, the sting of the leather already long forgotten in your mind. “I deserved it.”

“You can be quite a brat,” he agreed, smiling down at you. The chain around his neck dangled in the air and his hair swooped down to frame his face. The sight of him was breathtaking, and you wished you could sear the picture in your mind forever.

“You bring out the worst in me.” You shrugged, distracted by the gleam of emotion in his eye. It was different than before, less animalistic and much more complex. It was love, and even though you did not recognize it yet, you would in the days to come, for it was dancing in your eyes, too.

“I don’t think that’s true, angel.” He argued, leaning down so his lips were hovering over your bare chest. He watched you take in a sharp breath, anticipating his next move with excitement. He placed a soft kiss to the top of your breastbone, slowly making his way downward with the same gentle nature. He brought one hand to your hardened nipple, letting the rough pad of his thumb drift across the sensitive nub. Your back arched upwards in reaction. The feeling was small, and the reaction was not because of the sensation, but rather because he was the one causing it.

He brought his mouth down to your breast, letting his tongue take over for his thumb. Your eyes fluttered closed as the familiar feeling of arousal blossomed in your belly. It was so easy for him to turn you into a mess, and sometimes you wondered if he knew the extent of the power he held over you. He suctioned his lips around the nipple, letting his tongue run over it a few times to let you enjoy the moment. Once you were comfortable and unsuspecting, he let his teeth sink into you ever so slightly. You jumped at the sensation, but he’d already moved on before you could voice a complaint.

He kissed a sloppy trail down to your navel, reveling in the noises that were falling from your lips. Eventually, he paused, looking back up at you through his lashes to soak in your needy expression. His mouth was hovering just over your heat, and the ache between your legs was growing harder to ignore. You needed him, and you did not know if you could wait any longer. “What’s wrong, beautiful?” He asked, the far away look in his eyes telling you how badly he needed to hear you tell him how much you wanted him.

“Need it so bad, Jake.” You squirmed underneath his gaze, finding it almost too powerful to hold. “It’s been so long.”

“You need me?” He purred, the corners of his lips upturned into a smirk. You watched as his eyes flickered from your face to your cunt, the temptation of seeing all of you too much to resist.

“I do, sir.” You pleaded, feeling the arousal begin to push you towards insanity. You could feel his breath on your skin, teasing you without even trying. His mouth was watering from the sight alone, but he wanted to savor the moment for as long as he could. “Please, baby.” You tried again, reaching down and caressing his cheek with your thumb. You thought that the sweetness might coerce him into giving in. The soft brown of his irises were gone, now, blackened with his lust-blown pupils. He wanted you just as bad, and the soft touch of your fingers was forcing him to remember how badly he missed you.

“Do you know how much I thought about this?” He asked, grabbing your hip with one of his hands. He pulled you down ever so slightly, his mouth practically touching you, now. “How badly I wanted to see you like this?”

“How bad, sir?” You played stupid; you knew how much he thought about you because you had thought about him just as much. You wanted to hear it, to know how desperate he was for you when he couldn’t have you.

“I thought about it every night,” he muttered, his eyes now focused on your cunt, clenching around nothing just from the memory of him being inside of you. “I thought about all of those slutty little noises, how pretty you looked with my cock in your mouth.” He listed, biting back a smirk as he noticed your cheeks redden at his words. “I was worried someone else was taking care of you and that pretty little cunt.” He continued, letting a trail of spit fall from his lips onto his fingers. “Did you get someone else to take care of you, sweetheart?”

“No, sir.” You let out a shaky breath, completely enthralled by his devilish charm. The filth he was speaking even seemed to draw you in. At that moment, Jake was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“No?” He asked, almost as if he didn’t believe you. “Couldn’t find anyone else who could do it right?” You let your head fall back on the mattress as you felt his fingers run through your folds. “Nobody else could fuck you like I can, right sweetheart?”

“No, Jake.” You agreed. “Nobody else could fuck me like you can.” He let out a hum of satisfaction at your words, letting his middle and index finger slip inside you as his thumb drifted over your aching clit.

“Why is that?” He questioned, beginning to move his fingers at a slow pace. You were too immersed in the feeling of pleasure he was giving you to notice he spoke again. “Why can nobody else make you feel this way, baby?”

“Because I’m yours, Jake.” You let the possessive claim slip without care. You were his, and you only ever wanted to be his. “Because I love you.” You said, adding on to the original comment.

“Cause you’re all mine, angel.” He agreed, smiling at the thought. He curled his fingers upwards ever so slightly, hitting the sensitive spot inside you he’d grown to know so well. You let out a soft moan, moving your hips down on his hand for more. You were so desperate that under any other circumstances, you would be shameful. Now, with Jake on top of you, you couldn't care less. He knew how badly you needed him whether you said it or not; there was no hiding from Jake, and you were okay with that. “And I love you, too.” A whimper fell from your lips at the sound of his voice saying such sweet words.

“Fuck,” you groaned, feeling your abdomen tense with pleasure. You were so close, and he’d barely even started.

“Already?” He asked, amazed at the thought.

“It’s been a while,” you huffed, still too lost in the euphoria to care. “It feels so fucking good, Jake.”

“Tell me how good it feels, baby. Wanna hear all about it.” He encouraged you as he leaned down, moving his thumb from your clit and replacing it with his tongue.

“Oh, god.” You tangled your hand in his hair, needing more than he could possibly give you. Your whole body was ablaze with sin, once again falling victim to his routine. You tried so hard to stay away, but the truth was, you didn’t want to stay away. He was too fantastic at everything he did, and his company was too pleasurable to deny. You were in lust by the first touch and in love by the first conversation. Jake was something otherworldly, and you knew that from the very beginning. His love outweighed every consequence that you could face in hell. The devil was between your legs, and you were too weak to resist him. He had made you a fool for his sin, but just now were you realizing the extent of the damage.

As his fingers curled inside you again, the prescision in which they moved was almost too much too soon. You bucked your hips upwards against him, feeling the pressure rapidly increase in your stomach. You were right on the edge, and he barely had to try. He hummed against you, showing his appreciation of your enjoyment. Your heart was pounding against your chest, trying to break free from your ribs as he continued his torment. He was evil, but you could not seem to care because the evil was within you, too.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, pulling back for just a moment to catch his breath. His words resembled a growl more than anything, and his grip tightened on your hip as he pulled you down further towards him.

“It’s all for you, baby.” You sighed, still lost in the feeling of his fingers pumping into you. He withdrew a long breath, trying to keep himself calm at the thought. There was no better feeling in the world than having you all to himself, and he never wanted to take it for granted again. Knowing he nearly lost you was painful, and he would not allow himself to be foolish enough to let you slip through his fingers again.

He returned his mouth to you, suctioning his lips sound your clit and throwing you straight back into euphoria. You tensed at the feeling, your fingers tightening in his hair as his name fell from your lips. You were praying to him as if he was the god that would save you, but he was nothing holy nor was he any force that could liberate you. He was the evil coursing through your veins, forcing you into the sin and coercing you into believing that it was right. He was the only man in the world who could drive you to such pleasure, but having such power told you that he was the exact entity you thought he was the entire time. You loved him too much to walk away, but he was too wicked to survive. As he worked you up to an orgasm, he was sucking the life from you at the same time. He was the very thing that kept your heart beating, and the very thing that would eventually take it away.

You were too far gone to realize you were in the grave; the dirt seemed pillowy and soft, warm and inviting despite the frost nipping at your skin, begging to freeze you there for the rest of eternity. Falling in love with Jake was the most painful death sentence you had ever faced, but he had such a way with his heart that he made death itself seem enjoyable. You were slipping away, but dying at his hands was the most pleasurable experience of your entire life, like it had been the exact thing you were born to experience.

The blissful feeling was so intense that you could feel it pulsing under your skin and behind your eyes. Your stomach was in knots, begging you to let go, but you feared that you would not survive the downfall. His fingers and tongue worked in time with each other to keep you on the edge, nearly pushing you over with every move. You couldn’t contain the orgasm, and he knew how close you were. Seven days without him was torture, and you felt like you had been deprived of your life’s greatest joy. He could feel how close you were; he knew your body better than you knew it yourself. The shallow breathing and the constant trail of moans that were falling from your lips told him all he needed to know, and the clench of your cunt around him solidified the idea. He was desperate for it, and you could feel that in the prescision of his movements.

“Jake,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as your head dropped to the mattress. “M’gonna cum.” You warned. He gave your hip a gentle squeeze, but did not change up his movements. It was his way of giving you silent permission to do so. With a ragged breath and an insatiable burning in your chest, your legs began to tremble from the intensity of the pleasure. All of your muscles were tense and every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire. After seven days of suffering, all of the pain and suffering seemed to be disappearing from your body the longer he carried on.

His name fell from your lips, mixed with a slur of curses and moans. The obscenities painted the walls with your sin, dripping down and ensuring they would remain in the foundation of the home until the end of time. There was not a single thing in the room that was not tainted with the wicked energy the two of you were exuding. He held you to him, ensuring you could soak up every second of pleasure the climax had to offer. You felt like you were going mad; your mind was a mess with thoughts all pertaining to the boy nestled between your legs. You feared that the intensity would never pass, your limbs aching with the rigid nature of your muscles and your lungs desperate for air.

Eventually, when he began to taper off his movements, the sensation began to fade. You relaxed against the mattress, finally able to fill your lungs with oxygen. When he pulled away from you completely, you were too dazed to notice the loss of contact. Your eyes were closed, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch up with the breaths you were deprived of momentarily. Your legs continued to tremble with the ghost of your orgasm and your stomach was still twisted into knots of pleasure. He did not move from his position, but instead got on his knees rather than laying on his stomach. His eyes were heavy with lust, crazed by the state you were in. He thought there was no way he’d be able to forget the way you looked when you were fucked out and drunk off him. It was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

Before you even came back to reality, he was lining himself up with your entrance. He guided your legs around him with little help from you, bracing his arm on the bed just beside your head. “You’re not giving up on me yet, are you angel?” He rasped, even his voice husky with the desire he was feeling for you. You managed to crack your eyes open at the sound of his voice, the sound too beautiful to ignore.

“I’m okay,” you promised, now focused on the feeling of his cock resting against you. The idea of fucking him was enough to give you the energy to continue on. “I promise.” You said, reaching up to touch his face. The feeling caused his eyes to flutter closed and a smile to blossom on his lips.

“That’s my girl.” He crooned, savouring the sensation only for a second before he was pushing himself inside of you. As much as he wished to live in the moment forever, he could not wait any longer. You both let out a hiss of relief, already needing more than you could have. “You always feel so fucking good.” He groaned, beginning at a slow pace. As much as he teased you for being so close so soon, he felt just the same. Seven days for him felt like an eternity without you, and he never wanted to experience it again. His hips moved slowly, but powerfully. The angle he had your hips settled at allowed him to reach a depth that made your head spin.

“J-just want to make you feel good, sir.” You whined, the sensitivity making his movements feel all the more enjoyable. His eyes darkened further at your words, the obedience driving him crazy. He’d never heard you be so submissive, and he wasn’t shy about his new found love for it. Not once had he gotten you into bed and did not hear a single argument or snide comment, but despite his love for the obedience, he couldn’t help but miss the sharp tongue you so often could not keep a hold of. He loved you for all of you, even your naturally argumentative self and your tendency to talk back. He was in love with everything you had to offer, and he knew that he always would be.

To make the devil fall in love is a daunting task, but within a few weeks, you had made yourself an expert in doing so.

“Yeah? You like being a little whore for me?” He asked, adding a little more power behind his thrusts. His cock brushed against your cervix, causing you to wince at the painful type of pleasure that shot through you. “You like it when I use you for whatever I want?”

“God, yes.” You muttered, looking up to meet his eyes. The sexual tension between you was so strong that it was hard to think of anything else, but there was something deeper, now. Connection, understanding, and love. The two of you had overcome the only barrier that had ever held you back. Fear was obsolete, replaced with the desire to know and to care. It was freeing, and the world seemed full of endless possibilities, now. You could not believe you had let the anxieties hold you back from something so wonderful and so fulfilling.

Then again, you knew that beneath the elation of your realizations, Jake was the one behind it all. The fear would never have left had he not been the one who you fell for. The risk would not be worth it if it were someone else between your legs, staring down at you with such admiration. Love was not worth it unless he was the one on the recieving end, nor would it be worth it if someone else were trying to give it to you. You knew that all you feared would be kept safe, locked up in his heart for eternity the same as it was in your own. He would keep every secret, every promise, and every failure safe. He would protect it as if his life depended on it, because he did not want anyone else to know all that he knew about you. He did not want anyone else to have the chance to have you like he did, and he did not want you to think that he was not the person he made you believe he was.

Your trust was the most important to him, and your love came second to that. He wanted you to depend on him, to let him in when the days seemed dark and dreary. He wanted you to share every tear and pain that you felt in your body, and he wanted you to share every failure and mistake. He wanted the goodness, but he wanted all of the bad, too. He loved you not just for your triumphs and successes, but also for your darkest moments. He wanted to be the person you could pour your heart into, no matter if it was happiness or sadness. He wanted you in your entirety, and he would love you through every single moment of your life, and even long beyond that.

The two of you went in search of sex, something to fill the void that was steadily growing in your hearts. You wanted casual without commitment, because neither of you yearned to bear your souls to another. Your sadness, your heartbreaks and your hurt had turned you cold, and made it so you wanted to keep everyone locked out. Intimacy in the emotional aspect scared the both of you beyond comprehension, yet in your search to find something to satiate the isolation, you had found so much more. In each other, you discovered all that you feared yet all that you needed all in the same place. You were terrified of love, yet craved it so badly it made your chest ache and your head spin. You were full of mistrust, yet desperate to find someone you could share your life with without fear.

It was not your job to seek love, but it had always been your duty to break down all of the barriers that prohibited it from entering your lives. In the three months of knowing each other, you did not intend or purposely search for love within each other, but you did break down every wall and defense you had built up prior to meeting each other. Because of that, love flowed in easily and endlessly, and the two of you were able to do the very thing you swore you would never do again.

Within each other, you found home. You found a hiding place, somewhere to rest and put down the burden of life for a while. You found friendship, connection, and purpose. You found a way to conquer your biggest fears and push your own boundaries enough to allow another inside.

In Jake, you had found everything you ever needed.

In you, he found everything he ever dreamed of.

Somewhere in the universe, the divine had found a way to forgive you for the wrongdoing and allow you a moment of peace. But, evil does not rest even when it seems like it has. Beneath the surface, the wicked forces were still working overtime to turn you rotten to the core. You had engaged in so much sin that your entire life was encrypted with it. Satan himself would draw back in fear if he looked into your eyes, yet the two of you were so blissfully ignorant to the fact that you felt as though you had repented enough to free yourself from the darkness.

“Come here, angel.” He said, pulling out of you for a moment. There it was again; the heavenly connotation to a woman so evil her own skin turned red.

He collapsed on the bed beside you, reaching out and pulling you on top of him. You were so distraught with the loss of contact that you let out an audible whine, but you did not have to suffer for too long. He guided your legs on either side of him, helping you position yourself so you could continue fucking. You planted your hand firmly on his chest, holding yourself up as he lined himself up with your entrance. His hands landed on your hips, his warm touch searing your cool skin. Without warning, he pulled you down on him with a strength that made your head spin. You let out a moan, telling him how good it felt when he filled you up in such a way.

“That’s better, sweetheart.” He muttered, helping you move your hips to maintain a steady rhythm. Once you were able to keep up the pace yourself, he removed one hand from you and brought it to your clit. He let his finger begin slow circles, encouraging you silently as you rode both of you into an orgasm. “Does that feel good?”

“Feels so good, sir.” You panted, grinding your hips downwards onto him. His jaw was tense, his teeth clenched tightly as he focused on the way your body was moving on him. First, he admired your face. The twisted expression of pleasure was enough to send him into a climax, but he managed to hold himself back, wanting to enjoy you for just a little while longer. Your lips were parted slightly as obscenities fell from your tongue, dripping down onto him and drowning him in the sinful sounds. His gaze trailed down your neck, taking in every available inch of exposed skin. He studied the way the columns of your neck flowed down into your collarbones, and all the way down to your breasts which were bouncing with every movement of your body. He wanted you to be in the position solely so he could admire you without any obstruction of view.

His eyes trailed down your stomach, watching your muscles tense with the pleasure that you were feeling. He looked down at his hand anchored around your hip, his fingers digging into the skin with a promise to leave finger-shaped bruised by the morning. He could not deny the feeling of euphoria at the thought of your body being marked with memories of him for days to come. Eventually, his gaze landed on your cunt, where his hand was delicately coaxing an orgasm and your hips were jointed with his, the two of you intertwined in the most intimate and intoxicating way.

You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he could not hold the thought to himself. If he had to hide it, he thought he might die from the pressure of the notion pulsing against his skull.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He said, the words almost caught in his throat as he tried to speak them. The emotion in the room was heavy, weighing both of you down and inevitably pushing you even closer together. “I love you, y/n.” The profound nature of his words made your head spin and your heart skip a beat. You looked down, catching his eyes and seeing the sincerity pooling in his gaze.

“I love you, Jake.” You whispered, your hips stuttered as you spoke. You felt locked in, like your eyes could not look away from him even if your life depended on it. “I love you so much.” You repeated, the words freeing and lifting tons of weight from your shoulders. You were so happy to finally be able to say it, and now you never wanted to stop. You wanted to tell every person you stumbled across how fantastic he was and how much he meant to you, but a smaller, more selfish part of you wanted to keep him to yourself forever. He was yours and only yours, and you were the only one in the world lucky enough to have him.

“Cum for me, angel.” He said, his voice low and dripping with desire. He gave you the permission not because he was planning on denying you the pleasure, but because he feared he might die if you did not. He needed you like the starving need food, and he could not keep up with the demands of his heart. He needed everything from you all at once, and he needed it so much that he could not even think about anything else.

With his permission, you felt another wave of euphoria wash over you. This time, it was so intense that it felt like your whole body locked in reaction to it. You managed his name through the cries of pleasure, but it was barely noticeable. The only reason he picked up on it was because he spent every waking minute waiting for you to speak his name.

“That’s it, baby.” He said, gently guiding your lower half down towards him, still circling his finger around your clit. “Being such a good girl for me.” He hummed, pulling you into a kiss as soon as you were close enough to do so. You rode out your high with your lips locked with his, letting every moan fall into his mouth. He drank up the sound, each one pushing him closer to his own climax. When you relaxed against him, he slowly removed his hand from your cunt, bringing both hands to your hips to hold you in place. You were exhausted, and he could clearly see that. He decided not to push you, instead keeping you close to him and pulling your bottom lip between his teeth while he allowed you to calm down.

When your chest returned to the steady rise-and-fall rhythm, he started his own pace again. He held your hips in place, continuing the kiss as he fucked into you, working himself back up to his own orgasm. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming as you tried to bargain with your own sensitivity from both orgasms. His pace was bruising, like always, but it was still intoxicating. You felt your stomach burn with pleasure once again, unbelieving of how fast you could feel the pressure of another orgasm begin to build. You had to break away from the kiss to catch your breath, the feeling becoming too much to bear. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of him inside you and the way he filled you up so perfectly.

“Again?” He asked, a cocky smirk on his lips as he tried to play down his own pleasures.

“A-ah, fuck, shut up!” You hissed, stumbling over your own words. He let out a low chuckle at your response, unbothered by your harsh tone.

“S’okay, sweetheart. I know how good I make you feel.” He said, tone dripping with pride. His ego took up space in the room even when you were fucking, and you hated to admit that you loved it. He continued on his pace, now pulling you down on him with every move of his hips. It was painful, but it was addicting. You wanted more, but you feared your body would not be able to handle it. A particularly high-pitched moan let him know that you were already there once again. His head fell back on the mattress, absolutely amazed by how attracted he was to you and how badly he affected you. “That’s it,” he encouraged “look at you.” He whispered to himself, his eyes burning into your face. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”

The compliment sent you over the edge for the third time, the sweet words too much for you to handle. You clenched around him, pulling him in even further as you unravelled. Your hand moved upwards grasping at his shoulder, holding yourself upright as he continued fucking into you. The pleasure was so plentiful that it quickly became the only thing you could think of; nothing else mattered other than him and the way he made you feel.

Jake was not far behind you, his movements becoming sloppy and moans falling steadily from his own lips. You thought he was ridiculous for believing you were the best thing the world had to offer, especially considering he got to wake up and look at himself in the mirror every morning. Jake was the most beautiful thing to ever walk the earth, and he was the most precious gift you’d ever had the chance to receive. His grip on you tightened as he pulled you down on him, holding you to him as he spilled his release into you. He muttered your name amidst the chaos, almost like it was the only thing he knew how to speak.

Instead of pulling out, he rested inside of you for a moment, pulling your top half down closer so he could wrap his arms around you. You rested your cheek against his chest, closing your eyes in bliss as you soaked up the intimacy you had missed so much. His hand traced shapes into your back, the delicate touch sending shivers down your spine and causing goosebumps to scatter across your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair, twisted the ends of the locks between your fingers as you listened to the soft thud of his heartbeat against his chest.

Love was filling the room, and this time, you both allowed yourselves to feel it. You welcomed it with open arms, inviting it in with a smile. It was in every touch and every breath, living in every word and shared glance. In that moment, life could not have been better. He moved his head down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. He let his lips linger there for a moment, closing his eyes as he thanked every higher power for allowing you to enter his life.

“I love you.” He muttered, the words coming out muffled due to his mouth still resting on your head. You smiled, the kind that made your cheeks hurt and your mind forget what it felt like to frown.

“I love you.” You said, placing a kiss to his chest.

“You want to get cleaned up?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you sighed, nodding against him. “Then we can go to bed.” His chest burned with excitement at the thought of falling asleep next to you again, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

Carefully, he withdrew from you and you both stood. He stayed close to you as you walked to the bathroom, fearful that if you got too far away, he’d lose you forever. You made quick work and cleaning yourselves off, both eager to get into bed and hold each other until you fell asleep. As you walked back to your bedroom, he stopped and grabbed his bag he left in the kitchen, bringing it back with him. You grabbed one of his shirts from your drawer and threw it over your head. He slipped his boxers back on and waited for you to get into bed before joining you.

When you were both under the covers, he wasted little time turning on his side and pulling you closer to him. He settled his arm around your waist as you pressed your back against his chest. “Thank you for coming back, Jake.” You whispered, sleepiness laced in your tone.

“Are you kidding me?” He scoffed, also speaking quietly. “I want going to let you get away that easily.” You giggled at his words, snuggling in even closer. He tightened his arm around you, pulling you further into him.

“Thank you for not giving up on me.” You said, more specific than the last time. He didn’t respond straight away, instead nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“I will fight for you until my very last breath, sweetheart.” He said, simply and seriously. He meant every word, and he did not want you to believe otherwise. “I love you, beautiful.”

“I love you, Jake.” You smiled to yourself as you closed your eyes, sleep calling to you and quickly taking over. In your last conscious moment, you felt the warmth of his love surrounding you, but a familiar dread settled in your stomach. You loved him, and he loved you, but was it really going to be so easy? After struggling to give yourselves to each other, you had a hard time believing that the rest of your life could be so simple. More than that, you still feared the sins the two of you committed just to be together in that moment. Jake was the love of your life, and that was without a doubt. What did worry you was all of the other conclusions you had drawn about him, specifically in regards to his devilish nature.

Was a mortal man laying beside you, or had you invited Satan himself into your home until the end of time?

According to Wikipedia, ‘the seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins, is a grouping and classification of vices within Christian, particularly Catholic, teachings. According to the standard list, they are pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth, which are contrary to the seven heavenly virtues.’ The seven deadly sins you had committed with ease and little regret. You fell into the trap without even realizing it, and from there, you could not stop the rapid progression of your godless acts. You had sinned so much that you had forgotten what a virtue was, but more than that, the seven deadliest sins held no weight compared to the sin that only you had been indulging in.

The world did not know about the most sacrilegious of sins because he was in your bed with his arm draped around you, sleeping soundly. You were the only person in the world who knew the extent of his evil. He was more powerful than lust, and more intense than greed. He was greener than envy and he was more vicious than wrath. Jake Kiszka was the eighth, undiscovered, most deadly sin of all. He was all of the vices combined, and more so, the only force in the world that could be strong enough to make you commit all of them in one go. He was the embodiment of evil, thus leaving no other way to describe him; he was the devil, and instead of fearing him, you felt lucky to be in his presence.

You had sinned so much that somewhere along your wicked warpath, you’d sprouted devil horns of your own. His power did not scare you, because you held the same one within your heart. The only match for him was you, and the two of you were tied together with barbed wire and chains, now. When you moved too fast, the ache from the tension spread to your bones, but his kiss satiated the pain. Most of the time, his love was so good that you did not feel the restraints around you at all.

So seven became eight, and the sin had finally come to an end. Yours and Jake’s souls were intertwined infinitely, tainted with the blackness of evil and scorching with the heat of flames. You had reached your deadly end, and you had always feared that once the devil had made home, there was no escaping him. Now, the devil was for certain to stay, and you knew deep in your heart that no amount of repent would rid you from the damage you caused and the guilt that came with it. As you fell asleep wrapped up in him, you thanked god for bringing him back to you whilst knowing he was the very thing god was trying to strike down.

A fear settled deep in the pit of your stomach, wondering if soon, god would realize your mistakes and make his first attempt at striking you down, too.

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