#kevin ball x reader

[oscquinn]

back again cus you've created a monster maggie. A MONSTER.

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ + breeding kink with kev......... (plus size reader again cus you love me??? hehe)

i just know you're gonna eat again mwah mwah mwah -🐁

oh absolutely. idk this is,,, im very tired! nsfw 18+. breeding kink if u squint (sorry idk my brain is fuzzy)

"i'm not wearing any underwear. thought you'd like to know." from these subtle smut prompts part of my 1,500 follower celebration.

kev hasn't been paying you any mind since getting home from work. you can't really blame him, he's busy working on his reading skills with an old nancy drew book you'd lent him. "keevvvv," you drawl, twirling around in your new dress.

his eyes flicker up to you, a small smile gracing his lips before he looks back down in concentration. "sorry baby, m'tryin' to get through the end of this book. some of these words are fuckin' stupid."

you frown and close the book despite his protests. you lean in towards his ear, finger dipping under the collar of his shirt and hooking it. "well, i'm not wearing any underwear. thought you'd like to know."

his eyes brighten up, following you like an eager puppy as you pull him by his collar to the bedroom. once inside he pins you by your hips to the bed, lips connecting to your neck. "can't believe i was ignoring my baby girl, when was jus' waiting for me to fill her up."

you sigh softly, head resting against the pillows as he pushes two fingers into you. it draws a sharp cry from your lips that has his dick twitching under his sweatpants. within moments his lower half is bare, one hand stroking himself while he fingers you.

"please," you whine, "need you t'fill me up."

kev smirks in response, replacing his fingers with his cock. "ye'h? y'want me to fill you up?" one hand kneads at your tits greedily, hips pumping into you at a harsh pace. he presses himself into the softness of your body, his own toned abs resting against Your stomach. "so fuckin' soft baby, jesus. shh, 'm gonna give you what you want."

[kevinisdaball]

I thought that's what you ladies wanted. A shared housework, wage equality and all that Hunger Games, Lady Gaga girl power shit!

[theitgirlnetwork]

Better Index

The story that Lip Gallagher deserves.

Charlotte Fisher Aesthetic

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[missmaemikaelson]

Fav couples >>>

[etclouie-masterlists]

— shameless masterlist

main masterlist | about making requests

— ୨୧₊˚ carl gallagher | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 carl gallagher

— ୨୧₊˚ lip gallagher | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 lip gallagher

— ୨୧₊˚ fiona gallagher | masterlist

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 fiona gallagher

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╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ #𝜗𝜚 kevin ball

requests can be made here !

[marksbear]

Hello, I saw your post about Kev and I was wondering if you would be willing to write something with him and an even bigger, like 6’8, stoic male reader? Kev is a big golden retriever but I am an even bigger black cat. Your writing never fails to amaze me so i’m sure you’ll do it justice.

I’m always willing to write something like this for him! And sorry that I haven’t been posting much this week! I’m currently far from home 😭

KEVIN BALL X STOIC TALLER MALE READER

-He doesn’t know if he hates it or loves it. Since he’s always been tallest guy in the neighborhood, but now he doesn’t know how to feel about it.

-Likes to make those dumb cheesy “How’s the weather up there?” Jokes even though he’s tall himself.

-Kev and V thinking about adding you into their relationship.

-Your kinda their poly awakening.

-Rants to people at the bar about you and your height.

-He’s so loud and such a people person, but your so quiet and reserved.

-He tends to ramble and rant about anything on his mind or what’s been going on around the neighborhood, while you just listen.

-You two are such a unlikely duo. Literally everyone and anyone is surprised that you two even hang out let alone friends.

-He’s such a overthinker and worrier, but you can go through hell and back and you’ll still show no real emotion and he envy’s that.

-“Do you think I’m hot?” Kev says randomly. “Yep Kev… Sooo hot.” You answer not even thinking twice.

-You, Kev and V are literally the trio in the whole neighborhood.

-Borrows your shirts and pants all the time. For once somebody’s clothes aren’t tight on him so he jumps at the opportunity to wear someone’s clothes.

-He’s so embarrassed to ask you for help to reach something that’s up high.

-You two making people look so tiny.

-Likes to lay his head on your shoulder in public.

-You two can never get loss from each other in crowed places.

-Giving V a run for her money. You and Kev are with each other almost all the time so a lot of people mistakenly think you two are dating.

-Helping him kick out frank out the bar.

-Bumping y’all’s head in a doorframe in the same time way too many times.

-You scare him because your just so quiet and distant so you scare the hell out of him every time he turns around goes inside a different room that your in.

-Telling him things that he missed out on because he wasn’t paying any attention.

-Loves to say he loves you romantically or platonically.

THE END

[myocsfanfictions]

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.

MASTERLIST

《 Previous - Next 》

CHAPTER 23

"It's a buck-fifty upfront," Karen said, her voice light, almost mocking, as she stood close to Lip. Ian and Desna flanked them just outside the school entrance, all gathered to finalize Lip's arrangement with Oompa for the SAT job. "When you get your results back and see how great Lip did, it's another buck-fifty," she added, flashing a too-sweet smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Desna glanced at Oompa. He looked like he had just been hit in the head with a frying pan—totally lost, his brows scrunched in honest confusion.

"And we do this today?" he asked. His voice was unsure, and Desna instinctively exchanged a look with Ian, who mirrored her restrained exasperation.

"No," Lip replied, keeping his tone neutral. He was trying—hard—not to lose his patience. "Today's session is booked."

"Three weeks," Desna added, stepping in. Her voice was calm, steady, but her eyes didn’t leave Oompa’s confused expression. This was like trying to explain a heist to a toddler.

"So, I sit next to you while you take the test?" Oompa asked. Desna bit the inside of her cheek. She liked to think of herself as patient, but this was testing her limits.

"No," Ian clarified, his tone sharp, "He's pretending to be you. You can't be there."

Still, Oompa blinked in confusion. "Why would they think you're me?"

Desna crossed her arms, shifting her weight, holding her breath for a moment before Lip took the lead again.

"I'll have an ID that says I am you."

"But what if they ask for my ID?" Oompa persisted.

Desna took a deep breath. "You won’t be there, remember?" she said slowly, politely. "They can’t ask for your ID if you’re not in the room."

"And then how will they know it's me?"

"I'm going to make a fake ID," Lip explained again, trying not to let frustration show.

"But I'm tall," Oompa pointed out, dead serious.

There was a silence. Desna could see Lip’s jaw twitch as he forced a smile.

"Yeah... that's a chance we're just going to have to take."

Desna nearly chuckled at how ridiculous the whole conversation had become, but she held it back. Lip needed this money. No sense in messing things up now.

Oompa finally seemed convinced and, after shoving some crumpled bills into Lip’s hand, turned to Karen with a lopsided grin.

"Saturday night. What time can I pick you up?"

Desna's eyes shot to the blonde, who giggled with practiced ease.

"Done," Karen said, like it was a joke only she found funny.

Lip’s expression shifted—his jaw clenched. Desna did not miss it, and that sparked a bit of anger in her. She really could not understand why Lip kept searching for Karen even when she kept fucking with every living soul in Chicago.

"You're dating Oompa now?" Lip asked, his voice edged with something between disbelief and irritation.

Karen shrugged with a smirk. "He doesn’t talk. It’s fun."

Desna let out a quiet, bitter laugh. She didn’t even try to hide her glare this time.

Karen turned toward her, all sugary grin. "What is it, D?"

Desna smiled, tightly. "Nothing, Karen."

But Karen wasn’t done. Her smile grew a little more wolfish.

"Come on," she said, her tone teasing, faux-innocent. "Share with all of us. It's not like you to keep things to yourself."

Desna frowned. "We don’t even talk."

Karen giggled again. That sound grated on Desna’s nerves. Too sweet, too rehearsed.

"You’re funny, D," Karen said. "Girls like you always are."

"Girls like me?" Desna repeated, her brows raising. Her arms stayed crossed, body stiff, as she stared the blonde down.

Karen tilted her head like she was speaking to a child. "Yeah. All high and mighty… but they never truly are."

Lip stepped forward, his tone calm but firm. "Okay, that’s enough, it’s time for class." His hand squeezed Desna’s arm gently, gesturing for her to step inside the school. Desna obliged, but she gave one last look at Karen and her annoying smirk. She hated how that girl was able to get under her skin. Once, she would have thought it was her jealousy talking. But the truth was, she just found Karen Jackson insufferable.

"Why does she have to be such an asshole?" Desna muttered as she walked with Ian toward math class, one of the few they shared.

"Because she is an asshole," he replied with a shrug and a laugh.

"Maybe I overthink things," Desna continued, "but today she seemed especially eager to piss me off."

Ian chuckled. "You always thought you were jealous of her. Maybe it’s the other way around."

Desna rolled her eyes, but the thought lingered. If Karen was jealous, it meant she had feelings for Lip.

"Do you think she loves him?" she asked, almost without thinking.

Ian turned sharply toward her, his eyes wide. "You love him?"

Desna didn’t answer. Her breath caught in her throat, and she looked away.

She hadn’t meant it like that. At least, she didn’t think she had. But now the question sat in her chest, heavy and real. Did she love Lip?

The thought lingered during classes.

She knew she cared. That she wanted him around. That he made her laugh in a way no one else did. That she remembered every single time he had touched her, even just brushing his hand against hers. That his voice, his eyes, his stupid smirk, stayed in her head even when he wasn’t there.

Maybe she hadn’t noticed how much she liked the way he looked at her. Or how much it hurt when he looked at Karen the same way. Or how her stomach flipped every time he called her “Des.”

Maybe she hadn’t let herself think about it before now because she didn’t want to ruin what they had.

But now that the idea was there—now that Ian had said it—she couldn’t shake it.

Maybe she was in love with him. And the possibility scared her a little.

Desna decided to be by herself for the rest of the school day, suddenly feeling embarrassed at the thought of spending time with Lip. She never had such feelings. It was confusing, exciting, and strange all at the same time.

What should I do now? She asked herself. Nothing, I don't even know what I feel.

Desna felt the need to speak to V. She and Kev loved each other deeply, the only example of healthy love that Desna had ever witnessed. Maybe V could help her understand what she truly felt.

"Hey, Hills," when she turned, Desna noticed Tire Neck walking out of the bathroom. He was a member of the football team. He was huge and intimidating, and he was not the most pleasant of people, but Desna had met him when he had asked Lip to do his SATs for him. He hadn't been very nice to Lip, but to her he had been more tolerant.

"Hi, Tire," she answered with a polite smile as he walked by. It did not take long before she heard Lip's voice.

"Des," she saw him, and she felt so strange feeling her cheeks heat up. He was walking out of the toilet as well, and he was with Ian and Karen.

When he walked closer she could smell the scent of smoke on his clothes. "Hey, where were you?"

"I umm- had to finish reading something for history class," she justified herself, trying not to act strange. She was not sure she was managing, though, since Lip's face showed an amused smirk.

"Are you alright? You seem rather flushed," he asked. "Am I too handsome?"

Desna let out a little chuckle, giving his chest a little shove to try to hide her red cheeks. "Stop that," she said.

He laughed softly. "I saw Tire eyeing you up again," he said, but Desna shook her head.

She answered, tilting her head to the side, admiring for a moment Lip's beautiful features.

"Was he looking for you?" she asked after a moment, and Lip gave a little shrug of his shoulders.

"Probably worried about his results," he explained calmly. "He will calm down eventually." Desna smiled at how sure of himself he was, but she could not argue with him. Lip always got top scores.

"Listen," he said in a lower voice, "I have to take another SAT this afternoon. You have plans?"

Desna smiled at him, feeling a rush of happiness at his question. "Just study," she answered. "I had nothing planned."

Lip nodded his head. "Cool," he said. "Do you want to wait for me at mine? We could study together."

Desna chuckled. "What kind of study?" she asked teasingly, getting closer to him. Lip's blue eyes observed her face before smiling again.

"Stop teasing, there's no time now," he whispered, amused, just before the bell rang. He kept looking at her, though. "I'll see you later."

Desna nodded her head with bliss before smiling one last time at Lip and making her way to her next class.

After school, she walked with Ian for some time, before he went away to go work at Kesh's, while Desna took the bus to go back home. She always enjoyed taking public transportation, especially the train. She enjoyed watching the city change in front of her, and the people that got off or on at every stop. When she was little, she would look at each one of them imagining what kind of life they might have. If they had someone they loved and if there was someone who loved them. If the families she saw were really that happy, when she saw a father hug his daughter, making her laugh, or when a mother would lead her child by the hand.

She had forgotten how sad that could also feel. Desna would always try to find something to take her mind off it when she was a child, but she always went back to what she wanted. A family, love, support.

But did a love like that exist? Kev and V had it, but how many others found such joy in the South Side? Or in their lives...

Thinking that she could possibly love Lip was scaring her, analyzing everything that could go wrong. And believing that at some point, something would have happened. It always did between her and Lip.

But she didn't want to think about that. She had feelings for him, and she didn't want to lose him in any way. Therefore, it was better for her not to share what she was feeling. Lip would have freaked out. And she would have been heartbroken all over again.

Yes, she thought. It is better this way.

Before going home, however, Desna decided to see what was going on at the Alibi. She really wanted to see Kev; he always had that power to make everything seem easy, with no complications. She wouldn’t have talked to him about Lip, but she needed to hear Kev's voice.

"Here is my ladybug!" his happy voice already made her smile, with no tension.

"Hi," she greeted him, walking behind the counter so that she could give him a side hug. "No busy afternoon, I see." She said, giving a smile to Tommy and Kermith, who were already at the counter with their beers in their hands. Then there were five or six other customers, nothing that Kev couldn’t manage alone.

"Why? Did you want to work?" Kev asked as he cleaned the wood of the counter.

"No, I’ve got to study," Desna answered. Kev immediately stopped what he was doing, turning with a frown on his face.

"Are you going to the Gallaghers?" Desna widened her eyes at his question.

"And you're asking me because?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"It’s a bad day for the Gallaghers, bug," he said with a knowing expression. But Desna didn't know, so the frown on her forehead deepened.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Kev took a deep breath. "Two goons are after Frank," that didn’t surprise her at all, "And they threatened Fiona."

Desna gasped, "Oh shit! Is she alright?" she asked with worry.

"Yeah," Kev answered, with a heavy breath, "Just pissed off," she didn't find it difficult to believe. Only that morning Fiona had realized she hadn’t paid the bills, so now they had no electricity. Now even Frank's shit?

"And apparently there are problems with Carl," Kev's words made her look up with agitation.

"Why? What happened to Carl?" she asked, and Kev shrugged his shoulders.

"Behavior problems," he said, "But Frank doesn’t want to show up at school to talk to the teacher." Desna let out an annoyed breath. Not even when he really needed to help his son, Frank Gallagher acted selfishly.

"And that reminds me," Kev said, getting her attention back, "Do I need to show up tonight at school?" Desna's lips turned up into a little smile.

"Only if you can or V," she said, "But there should be no trouble." Kev nodded his head. Desna observed him with a smile. Kev and V did a lot of things for her, but they were still pretty disorganized. It was no problem. They were there where they needed to be, and Desna was grateful for them no matter what.

"I’ll go see if Fiona needs something," she said, adjusting her bag over her shoulder.

"Alright," Kev said, waving his hand just before Desna walked out of the Alibi.

Fiona could need some help, even if only to look after Liam. Or maybe she could speak to Carl, to know what had happened. Desna was on her way to the station when she heard her phone buzz. She reached into her back pocket to check who it was.

It was a message, from an unknown number. She opened it, frowning at the text.

"You were so pretty." Desna frowned at the words. It was the same number that had already texted her those "Hi" messages. But who the hell was it?

"I think you've got the wrong number," she decided to text back.

Desna hadn't thought much about those previous messages, but this one hit differently. She decided not to fixate too much on it. She had never texted back before, and she tried to tell herself the sender had probably just gotten the wrong number. But those kinds of words—from someone she didn’t know—made her feel uneasy. She knew it happened. And ever since what had happened to her as a child, it was easy to get rattled. Probably she was just worrying too much.

So she forced her mind back to Fiona and the Gallaghers. They were facing real problems—not just her paranoid thoughts.

*************

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[thelipgallagher]

Fuck you, your fucking fuck 🖕

[catharticconsolation]

announcement time!!

I have decided that while I have the free time and opportunity to do so, I'm going to start writing on here!! They'll probably be only blurb length and I desperately need prompts sending in, because I desperately cannot think for myself. I'm willing to write up some of my bots into more in depth blurbs.

Please, please send in requests and prompts for fics or blurbs as well as bots, because I am so excited to start getting creative again!!

current characters i'll write for:

shameless: lip, ian, carl, fiona, kev, veronica

the bear: carmy, syd, richie, marcus

the iron claw: kerry, kevin, david

challengers: art, tashi, patrick

rivals: declan o'hara, rupert campbell-black

please send requests for blurbs into my asks, the google form is only for character ai bots xx

[scentedpepper]

SHAMELESS SUBLIST

LIP GALLAGHER:

Trajectories of Temptation

Fish. [request]

IAN GALLAGHER:

Bar Fights and Candle Light [request]

[oscquinn]

i am here for some kev since i got the honour of being shipped with him hehe

mutual pining trope + ❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

and maybe cus i got to be shipped w him... plus size reader????

ilysm pookie bear can't wait to read this <3 -🐁

kev fucks plus size girls,, say it a lil louder for the ppl in the back nsfw 18+. plus size!reader, gn but afab, some slapping (thigh), oral, rough sex, lots of praise & dirty talk, mentions of self conscious reader

mutual pining + "you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me." from these fanfic tropes and these smut prompts. part of my 1,500 follower celebration!

after a particularly hard day in terms of self confidence you found yourself in the apartment above the alibi room, well past last call. the bar had been closed for an hour now, and consequently that was the same amount of time kev has spent worshipping your body. you're sent careening into a second orgasm on his tongue, thighs squeezing his head while he pulls away slightly to mumble, "fuckin' squeeze me, yeah, tha's it."

you whimper, fingers threading in his hair and tugging until he draws away from your sensitive core. wet lips trail kisses over the softness of your stomach and up to your chest, closing around a nipple and pulling a needy whine from you. "need you inside, please," you manage, nails leaving angry red marks down his back as he grinds his cock through your folds.

"mmm, beautiful," he groans, lining himself up with your entrance. he starts to slide the tip in but stops when he notices your arms reaching to cover your stomach, feeling like too much of yourself is on display. one large hand gathers both of your wrists, lifting them above your head as he growls, "cut that out, let me see you. wanna watch how you move when i fuck you, m'kay?"

you avoid his eyes, your cheeks and neck flushing under the intensity of his gaze. he lets go of your wrists to take your chin between his fingers, drawing your visage up to meet him. "y'can use your hands, as long as y're not covering' y'self up, got it?"

"y-yeah, okay," you whimper, nodding weakly. you've wanted this forever now, so you're not going to risk fucking it up. you throw one arm around kevin's shoulders, pressing your hips up until he finally sinks into you fully. the moan that escapes you is downright pornographic, leaving the man above you with a smirk on his lips. "ffuuuuck," you drawl as he starts to fuck you rough.

"you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me, aren't you?" he grunts between hard thrusts. his hazel eyes are locked in on the way your tits bounce in response to his rough motions. his lips come to your ear as one hand grabs your ankle to push it up by your chest. "love that i can fuck you rough, know you won't break. y'can take it, huh? been waitin' so long to have you like this. so beautiful," he whispers between nips at the space below your ear. "fuckin' say it. say y're beautiful, that y're made f'me."

all you can do is whine, too lost in the rhythmic motion of his cock hitting so fucking deep inside you. little 'ah, ah, ah' noises spill from your lips, fingers reaching out to push back the hair that sticks to his forehead with sweat. suddenly his hips still, buried to the hilt, and he lands a sharp slap to the underside of your thigh. "i said say it," he growls, and you don't need to be told twice.

"i-i'm beautiful. i was made for you," you choke out. at your words he starts moving again, lips mushing to yours in a sloppy kiss.

"yeah you were," he mumbles against your mouth. "pussy's all mine, gonna ruin it for anyone else. gonna ruin you."

[bumblesimagines]

Ride or Die, Remember?

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

Summary: When his life takes a swift and abrupt turn, Lip Gallagher is left feeling a storm of emotions such as heartbreak and anger. In the midst of the hurricane, he doesn't realize what's standing right in front of him.

CW/TW: Typical Shameless warnings, Karen's assault on Frank mentioned, angst(?), the best friend trope

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He had to find Lip before the Gallagher took a nosedive into manslaughter territory. 

The cold nipped annoyingly at his exposed face, the viciousness of the freezing temperatures having luckily gone down with the slow arrival of spring and summer but still cold enough to give someone hyperthermia if they weren't careful. He fiddled with his fingerless gloves, clouds forming from his lips each time he huffed out some air. His legs maneuvered him down alleyways and sidewalks; be it by luck or a divine deity being merciful, he hardly had a rough time with the slippery, iced-over ground. 

(Y/N)'s eyes locked on the familiar figure crossing the street who slammed his hand into the back of a car that drove by him without slowing down or stopping, relief feeling his veins at the sight of him. Lip looked too relaxed to have heard the news of what Karen had done. Good, but it only meant (Y/N) had the horrible job of breaking it to him. He crossed the street and weaved around those bustling around the sidewalk, almost wincing when he heard Joey and his brother giggling at the bottom of the stairs when Lip stepped by them.

"Be a pal, Lip. When you and Frank get done passing around, uh, 'Daddyz Girl', why don't you send her over to our place?" Joey snickered again, his cheeks a rosy red from his laughter and the cold. (Y/N) groaned internally and slammed his shoulder against Joey's as he stepped past him, shooting the boy a withering glare. 

"Get lost." He snapped at him and watched Joey snatch the back of his little brother's hoodie with a grumble before he walked away scowling. (Y/N) licked his dry lips and turned his head upward toward Lip, a grimace forming at the dumbfounded, near puppy-eyed look on Lip's face. His best friend stared down at him from his spot on one of the steps, head tilting ever so slightly to the side.

"You have any idea what the hell he's talking about?" Lip questioned, the metal clanging beneath his boots as he slowly stepped down the stairs toward him, bits of snow flying from his shoes. (Y/N)'s eyes flickered desperately between Lip's vibrant blue ones, words heavy in his throat but his mouth refusing to form any of them for the sake of Lip's heart. The Gallaghers were a tough family but each of them had their weak points.

Besides, how the hell could you break the news about a video floating around showing their best friend's dad and crush fucking? (Y/N) certainly had no idea.

"(Y/N)..." Lip lifted his brows at him, a frown beginning to tug at his lips when the teen in front of him remained deathly silent. The suspicion seeping into his eyes only made (Y/N) wince and avert his gaze. "Who the fuck is 'Daddyz Girl'? Is it about Fiona? Is it- is it Debs? V?"

"I..." (Y/N) clamped his mouth shut and rolled his head back, releasing a low groan into the cold morning air. He stared at the gloomy gray clouds floating overhead and dropped his head back to gaze at his friend again, his hand reaching out to pluck the cigarette from between his fingers and take a deep inhale. Lip watched him closely, his brows only furrowing further. Releasing the smoke in a sigh, he pursed his lips. "It's honestly better if I... if I showed you, Lip."

It certainly hadn't been any better showing him, perhaps it'd been worse.

The agonizingly long wait for the site and video to load with Lip's face right up on the laptop's screen definitely hadn't soothed his jittering nerves. It'd nearly given him a headache when the video finally loaded and Lip's eyes almost bulged out of his head at the sight of Karen naked as the day she'd been born on his father's equally bare lap. The silence from Lip - horribly filled in with pants, moans, skin slapping on skin, and Frank's drunken mutterings - only forced (Y/N) to tear himself away from his windowsill and close the laptop before it drove him crazy. 

"That fucker." Lip snarled, and the typically calm boy (Y/N) knew was replaced with a rage-filled Gallagher. Lip shot up from the desk chair and snatched his coat, slipping it on hurriedly as he stumbled out of (Y/N)'s bedroom and practiced raced down the hallway toward the front door. He tossed it open and stomped down the porch, a gust of cold wind slipping into the house. 

"Fuck," (Y/N) hissed, almost tripping over his untied laces trying to follow his friend out the door, the cool metal of the doorknob making him flinch when he shut the door behind him. His eyes tracked Lip storming down the sidewalk and toward the Jackson house just down the street by the elevated train tracks. Shit, shit, shit. (Y/N) called out to him as he attempted to catch up. "Lip! Jesus, Lip, just- let's think about this, huh? What- What are you even going to do, Lip?"

"He fucked my girlfriend, (Y/N)! What the hell do you think I'm going to do?!" Lip snapped over his shoulder, his trembling hands curling and uncurling. (Y/N) knew Lip well enough to think of just a few things Lip was capable of, with murder as a very slim option for the otherwise Harvard-smart teenager. 

(Y/N) bit his lip "Lip, you know Karen has been fucking half the guys at school! Is she really worth being this?" He still vaguely recalled the day Karen had approached him with batted lashes and a coy smile, as well as the sullen look that fell on her face when he dismissed her with a scoff. "She's not even your girlfriend!"

Spinning around on his heel to face him, Lip snatched the collar of his hoodie and tugged him close enough for their noses to bump. "I love her." He whispered lowly, his bottom lip threatening to quiver before he released him and resumed his warpath toward the slim two-story house. Karen coincidentally stepped outside and pointedly ignored Lip's questions until she disappeared down the road with the dirty blonde staring after her hopelessly. 

His jaw clenched and his eyes scanned the area around them until they locked on one of the cars parked in an alleyway. Lip made a beeline for it and fumbled with the pockets of his coat until he pulled out a makeshift picklock to mess with the door. (Y/N) rolled his lips into his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, groaning again when he heard the soft click of the door unlocking. Fucking Steve. 

"Fuck," (Y/N) sighed heavily and dug into his pockets until he found his phone, flipping it open and dialing in the number he had memorized since he was a child. He pressed it against his ear and watched Lip get inside the car to hotwire it. His older cousin's cheery voice greeted him sweetly. "Hey, Kev? I, uh... I need you to drive down to Sheila's place. I think Lip might actually try to kill Frank. 'Kay, thanks." 

Once he hung up, he crossed the street toward the car and grabbed the door before Lip could shut it. "What are you doing, Lip? Are you going to run your pops over the second you see him? Stealing a car is one thing, using it to commit manslaughter is a whole other ballpark. Don't act stupid when you're the smartest asshole in this shitstain of a place." 

"He can't keep getting away with this bullshit, (Y/N), he can't. That good-for-nothing piece of shit..." Lip's teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, his leg bouncing furiously and hands gripping onto the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned a new shade of white. "I love her. I fucking love her and he- he-" 

"I get it, alright? I know it sucks to get your heart broken, trust me, I know." (Y/N) released a shaky sigh and rubbed his cold fingers against his forehead. "Listen, I... I just ask that you don't kill him, okay? Get in a punch or two and leave it be. I don't want to have to visit you in the same prison my old man is locked up in, alright?"

Lip let out a deep sigh. "Yeah... yeah, fine. I... I'll try not to." He muttered quietly, his rage finally simmering down and out of manslaughter territory. (Y/N)'s lips pulled back into a tight-lipped smile and he stepped away from the car to let Lip slam the door shut and pull out into the neighborhood's main road. 

Roughly fifteen minutes passed before Frank turned a corner further down the sidewalk and made his way over to the Jackson house. Once he was close enough, the car sputtered to life and sped toward him, barreling down trash cans and swerving around to catch the panicked running man until Frank slid over the hood of another car, forcing Lip to ram into the side of it. (Y/N) exhaled a sigh of relief when Kevin finally pulled up and the two quickly rushed over to the Gallaghers as Lip began to pummel his fist and feet into Frank's body.

"Come on, come on! Calm down, alright?!" Kevin shouted and leaned down to grab Lip's arms, managing to pull him off his father for a brief moment until Lip shoved him away and went in for seconds. (Y/N) quickly dove in between the two and roughly took Lip by the shoulders, digging his fingers into his jacket and pushing him back. 

"You're bleeding, Lip, come the fuck on. You fucked him up enough, okay?" Lip's chest heaved, his lips curled into a sneer and a trickle of blood slipped down the side of his head from an injury on his temple. His feet dug into the ground, hands grasping onto the sides of (Y/N)'s hoodie to push him away. "Lip."

Kevin pointed a finger at him and planted himself firmly in front of Frank. "That's enough, Lip. Listen to (Y/N) and get the fuck out of here!" 

With one final, forceful push from (Y/N), Lip relented and swung his arm around his friend's waist, allowing the teenager to guide him away from his bloody and bruised father. He remained silent on the walk back to (Y/N)'s place, only heavy panting filling the air between them. The tension in his muscles and limbs began to disappear and the storm of fury in his eyes gave way to a look of pure heartache and betrayal. (Y/N) could only pat his side and led him to his bedroom.

Lip collapsed on the bed and tiredly shrugged off his coat and gloves, blindly tossing them aside somewhere in the room. (Y/N) searched his room and bathroom, collecting some cotton balls, a bandaid, and rubbing alcohol. Hardly a proper med kit but it was all they really had in the house. He tossed the supplies on the bed and stood in front of Lip, forcing his blank stare away from the wall and onto him.

"Ready?" (Y/N) dipped his fingers into Lip's curls and gently tugged his head back. He used his free hand to unscrew the cap of the rubbing alcohol and press one cotton ball against it, giving the bottle a quick tilt to soak up the cotton before he began dabbing at the injury with a slightly crinkled nose. Lip's hands moved to rest against (Y/N)'s thighs, his fingers digging into him with each painful prick of pain that shot through his head. 

Once finished, (Y/N) wiped away at the liquid with his thumb and released Lip so he could fiddle with the bandaid. Lip dropped his forehead onto (Y/N)'s stomach, his hands beginning to inch upward ever so slowly. His fingers dipped under the hoodie, the rest of his hands pushing up the hoodie and shirt underneath to expose (Y/N)'s stomach. Lip tilted his head and pressed his lips against the bare skin, the bridge of his nose pushing up the clothes further. 

"What are you doing?" (Y/N) asked softly, freeing one of the bandaid wings and working on the other. 

"Destressing." Lip muttered against his skin, continuing to nuzzle and kiss whatever skin he could reach. His lips felt dry and cracked against him, and (Y/N) nearly squirmed when Lip swiped his tongue over his happy trail. His hand flew down to grab hold of Lip's hair again, forcing his head back and slapping the bandaid over the cut.

"We haven't done that together since seventh grade, Lip." (Y/N) reminded him with raised brows, scooping up the bloodied cotton and bandaid papers into his hand and tossing them in the small trash can by his desk. Lip's hands dropped over his lap and his lips slightly jutted out, his sharp gaze following (Y/N) around the room. 

"So? Friends get each other off all the time." Lip pointed out, his hands shooting out to grab the bottom of (Y/N)'s hoodie and drag him closer toward him, face pressing into his side again.

"And look where getting off with Karen got you, Phillip." (Y/N) wriggled around in Lip's hold and tumbled onto the bed, his back meeting the mattress and only prompting Lip to crawl over him. Despite himself, he released a breathy laugh when Lip's mouth pressed into his neck and his cool hands slipped under his hoodie. 

"This is different." Lip's voice came out muffled, his words wiping the smile off his face and making his heart twist uncomfortably. God, how he hated it. 

"'Cause you don't love me." (Y/N) breathed and moved his hands to press against Lip's shoulder blades, effectively pushing him up and off him. Lip flopped beside him onto the mattress and blinked at him, his brows twitching down into a furrow. 

"No shit I love you, (Y/N). You've been my ride-or-die since first grade. You're basically a Gallagher now." Ah, fuck, that one stung more than it needed to. (Y/N) forced out a hum of acknowledgment and inhaled sharply through his nose, his body rolling over so he could reach out and grab his cigarette pack from the nightstand. 

"Yeah, well, last I checked-" He messed with the lighter until it flickered on, taking a deep inhale once the cigarette lit. He pushed himself up against the headboard and breathed out a cloud of smoke. "-brothers don't sleep together, Lip. Besides, you said it yourself: you don't swing that way. You only like fucked up chicks who'll never like you back." 

"I don't want to fight today, (Y/N). I'm fucking serious." Lip leaned back into the pillows with a hint of a scowl on his face. "I've had a shit enough day as is."

"Whatever," (Y/N) shook his head lightly. "We can play video games until you forget about Karen and your dad and all that other bullshit, alright? But if you want to mess around with someone, it won't be with me."

"Fine."

[eternal-sunshine-222]

SHAMELESS MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

FIONA GALLAGHER

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PHILLIP "LIP" GALLAGHER

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IAN GALLAGHER

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CARL GALLAGHER

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MICKEY MILKOVICH

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MANDY MILKOVICH

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KEVIN BALL

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VERONICA "V" FISHER

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SVETLANA YEVGENIVNA

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This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

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YESSSS i was the one who asked abt kevin

can u do angst + make up sex where it’s based off the episode where his “wife” (not v the other woman) came back to see kevin and where she stayed at his house? like where you went out and came back and thought they were fuckin or smth so it turns to a full blown argument but he makes it up to her/you

lmk if this doesnt make sense but i hope it does

Hey honey! so i'm just making sure, u want it based off the episode when Svetlana came back, to see kev fucking v?? sorry, I'm just trying to fully understand!! So it would be, the reader comes home, thinks he's sleeping with someone, fights, and then make up sex?

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the taste of you

KEVIN BALL x M!READER

MDNI + FDNI, sexual content below.

WARNINGS: body worship, blowjob (r!giving), nipple play, cum swallowing, balls sucking, swearing, deep throating.

SUMMARY: after a long, extremely busy day working the alibi, kev comes home to an extremely horny husband. it doesn't take long for kev's exhaustion to melt away once he knows what he is in for.

“in here, baby.” You say softly to him as you take his hand and lead him into your bedroom where you open up his robe, and you slowly pull it down his muscular body and you gently push him down against the couch where you get down on your knees between his thick thighs while his flaccid cock flops down against his abs, “baby, I appreciate this so much but im exhausted after work” he says in a regretful tone.

a small smirk grows on your face as you trace your fingers along his large, quite heavy balls. You lean down, and your tongue pratcially falls out of your mouth and connects with his balls, causing his eyes to roll back, “oh, f-fuck.” and in that moment, all of his exhaustion is replaced with ecstasy.

“b-babe!” Kev groans out as you lean forward and take his sensitive pre-cum soaked tip into your warm mouth, tasting his pre-cum like it's a newly found snack. “f-fuck! Holy shit.” Kev grunts out in a low tone as he stares down at you, bobbing your head as you continue to swirl your tongue around his soft pink tip. You throw your head back and your eyes meet with his, “You taste fucking incredible big boy.”

“you've never tasted better.”

You bite your lip as Kev's thumb caresses your lower lip that has been sucked into your mouth as your teeth graze against it. You press a gentle kiss against the tip of his thumb before heading back down and you immediately take his whole length into your throat without warning, feeling his pre-cum froth against the back of your throat as his cock curves down was enough to make you cum in your underwear.

You continue bobbing your head up and down coating his entire girth in your saliva while he becomes an uncontrollable moaning mess, “f-fuck, your making daddy feel good!” He says with the biggest smirk on his face. You graze your hand down across his thighs and then you grip against his balls and gently squeeze them causing his cock to twitch.

You bury your face against his pubes getting a good sniff before throwing your head back and feeling his cock fall out of your mouth with a loud pop as you take his balls into your mouth and begin slurping the sweaty taste of his heavy balls. “I-I'm going to fuckin' nut!” He groans out as you begin rapidly jerking off his cock whilst you swirl your tongue around his balls while your only free hand begins pinching his nipple sending shockwaves of pleasure down his body.

Kev's eyes practically roll back into his head as he shoots if not the biggest load of his life all over his abs, you keep milking his cock getting every last drop of his creamy cum. You pull away from his balls and you lick up every last drop of his cum and then you take his tip into your mouth slurping up whatever else you can get out of him, you chuckle to yourself whilst Kev just lays there in a post-cum daze.

Whilst kev just lays against the couch still feeling the immense pleasure from his load that he's just shot, you straddle his lap and trace your tongue up his abs and up to his neck where you cover it in kisses until you pull away and snuggle against his large naked body, “that was the best fucking blowjob I've ever had.” Kev says, and he can't help but smile as you peck his lips, “Many more to come.” You lean closer to him and whisper in his ear that already gets him shifting with excitement.

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