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This series is so close to my heart omg I love it smmm mouse you killed it

Nicotine & Tangerines | Carmandy | Chapter Three

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Chapter Summary: Picnics are a wonderful way to spend time together and bond, and it's a deciding factor for Mandy. Carmy and Richie meet the brigade of Milkoviches, including Ian, and another romance begins to blossom too. Between her and Carmy becoming closer, and finally catching up with her family, Mandy decides maybe it's time she actually move back to Chicago. | Carmy Berzatto x Mandy Milkovich — The Bear x Shameless Crossover (part of my Shameless Bear Universe!)

Content Tags: a little bit of Lip slander (i'm sorry), very brief Claire mention, Mickey being Mickey... actually all of the Milkoviches being Milkoviches, mentions of Mikey's death. also Carmy eating pussy like he's starving + fingering okay bye

Important Info: at this point, Ian and Mickey are living in the Gallagher house. Debs and Sandy are currently broken up. Macie and Carl are not an item yet. also Lip and Tami's second child is mentioned. okay? okay!

Quick A/N: yes i am aware that according to the shameless wiki that Mandy's full name is Amanda but given that Mickey's is Mikhailo it didn't make sense to me or Capri (plus a few others) and Capri gave me the name Amaliya! thanks bae<3

Chapter Three: Don't Embarrass Me, Motherfucker

Word Count: 3k

"Okay, your turn," Carmy said.

They were both laying across a blanket in a secluded area of a park. Carmy had made basically a gourmet picnic for a date with Mandy. Delicately crafted finger sandwiches on homemade bread, carrot slices cut into different intricate shapes, homemade potato chips, green grapes, and chocolate dipped strawberries. To top it all off, Carmy had packed a bottle of wine that Mikey had apparently been saving�� a 1995 red wine from Italy. Nobody knew why Mikey was saving it exactly, there was no note, no significant dates or anything, so Carmy decided it'd be the perfect thing to bring on his picnic date with Mandy.

"Okay, um..." Mandy hummed, popping a grape into her mouth. "Why's your nickname Bear?"

"Well, the way my last name is pronounced, yknow, Berzatto," Carmy started. "And Mikey always treated us siblings like a pack of bears, me, him, and Sugar. Strong, smart, protective of our own... but also ridiculously introverted."

Mandy giggled a little at Carmy's explanation. "I guess that does make you like a bear."

He smiled softly, shrugging a little as he took a strawberry to eat. "Yeah, they usually called me that the most... still do. Richie does too, so do the fuckin' Faks."

"I still have yet to meet more than Neil," She grinned, poking Carmy's shoulder.

"Oh my god, trust me, you don't want to," Carmy laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Trust me, if there's as many Faks as Milkoviches, I'm sure I'll survive!" Mandy giggled a little, rolling her eyes too. "Okay, it's your turn again."

"Alright, alright," He laughed before starting to think. "What's Mandy short for? My guess is Amanda."

"Wrong," Mandy smirked. "It's short for Amaliya."

Carmy raised his eyebrow, intrigue sparkling in his eyes as he tilted his head like a curious puppy. God, he was so cute.

"When Mick 'n I started school, nobody could pronounce my name correctly. Everything from Amelia to Amanda to Emily, and I just decided one day that I liked the sound of Mandy," She explained. "Mickey's is short for Mikhailo, some teachers struggled with that too but not as badly as mine."

"I like that name, Amaliya," Carmy murmured softly. "But Mandy definitely suits you. Both names do."

"Yeah?" Mandy asked with a little smile. "Thanks."

"Okay, um, it's your turn again," He hummed after a moment of silence, smiling a little at her again.

She let out a thoughtful hum, taking a bite of a chocolate covered strawberry for herself. "Where was your favourite place to go? Like, of all your cooking adventures."

"Copenhagen," Carmy answered immediately. "It's just... it's so beautiful there, yknow? It's beautiful, and... it was peaceful. I felt like... anything was possible there. I also kinda liked staying on the boat."

"That's really beautiful," Mandy smiled softly. "Yknow, I've never actually been there."

"I'd love to take you— I mean, um, like, s-someday—" Carmy stammered.

Oh, the smile on Mandy's face only grew wider. That was so sweet.

"That sounds... really wonderful," She smiled softly. "Nicest place Lip ever took me was one of those Pizza Huts with the salad bar. We had to dine 'n dash."

"This, uh, Lip guy... he sounds like... he was a real piece of work," Carmy commented.

"Tell me about it," Mandy groaned, laying back on the blanket. "I know I wasn't perfect, I mean... I know I'm not fucking perfect. But it's like... nothing I ever did was good enough for him. I plagiarized fucking essays to try and get him into college cus he was being a stubborn ass. Yknow what he did in college? Fucked his professor."

"He fucked his professor?" Carmy asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, Ian told me all about what a fuckin' disaster it was," Mandy groaned. "But, enough about that. I doubt you'll ever meet him, Mickey said his baby mama's trying to get him to movie to Milwaukee."

"Who the fuck wants to live in Milwaukee?" He asked, scrunching up his nose.

That made Mandy laugh loudly. "Apparently this Tami chick."

Huh. That name sounded... strangely familiar, a name Claire had mentioned a few times, maybe? Who knew.

┈

After they'd packed up, Carmy went to the restaurant to get some prep done at the restaurant, and Mandy went to meet up with Richie.

"So, why'd you wanna meet me, sweetheart?" Richie asked, lighting up a cigarette as he and Mandy sat on the balcony of her hotel suite.

"I don't... wanna get paid to be Carmy's companion anymore," Mandy muttered softly.

Richie's eyes went wide as he listened to her words. She what? "What did he fuckin' say to you? I swear to fuckin'—"

"No, no, no!" She dismissed quickly. "You're misunderstanding! I don't wanna get paid anymore cus I just... I like him. I... like him enough to wanna give up the whole escorting thing altogether."

Richie quickly calmed down, and couldn't help smiling just a little bit at that. "Y'like him, huh? Well, uh... that's... that's real sweet. I gotta say, wasn't expectin' that. Carmy can be... a little bit of a pain in the ass."

Mandy laughed softly, shaking her head. "I think he's... sweet. In his own way."

"Well, I'll stop payin' ya after this week. Sound fair?" He asked, holding out his hand to shake on it.

"Sounds fair," Mandy smiled softly, shaking Richie's hand. "Man... I guess I gotta start looking for an apartment."

┈

A few days later, Mandy had arranged for her siblings, plus Sandy and Ian, to come to The Bear to finally see her and catch up... and maybe for a soft launch of Carmy as well, even though they weren't anything official.

Mickey, Sandy, and Macie had kept a surprise from Mandy as well— Molly had finally gotten away from her mother for good, and was now sharing a place with Macie for the time being.

They'd arrived there early so Mandy could introduce everybody to Richie, and maybe Carmy if he wasn't too busy. Thankfully, all the Milkoviches, and Ian, cleaned up quite nicely.

"Oh my god— you guys didn't tell me you were bringing Molly!" Mandy gasped as the group arrived, hugging her second youngest sister first. "Holy shit."

"Well, it would've ruined the fuckin' surprise!" Mickey blurted out, crossing his arms.

Mandy laughed softly, rolling her eyes before she hugged Mickey, then everybody else. "I missed everybody."

Macie clung to the hug the longest and tightest, having missed her older sister greatly. "I missed you a lot."

"Missed you too, kiddo," Mandy muttered as she hugged Macie back.

Mandy hugged Ian tightly when Macie finally let her go, finding comfort in seeing her best friend after so many years.

"Good to see ya," He murmured as he gave her a little squeeze.

"You too," She murmured. "I'm gonna assume, um... someone doesn't know I'm back in Chicago?"

"Yeah, um, no... he has no idea. He's a little too preoccupied with Tami and the kids," Ian muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Kids? Plural?" Mandy asked, clearly astounded.

"Yeah! Freddie and Kimmie... Freddie's older, and Kimmie's almost a year old," He nodded. "It's kinda weird, watching him be a dad to his own actual kids instead of like Debs, and Carl, and Liam..."

"Well, speaking of those three, I'll have to come see them sometime," Mandy muttered with a soft smile.

"Sandy would've brought Debbie, but they're broken up, again," Macie groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Sandy bit back. "You would've invited Carl if you'd ever grow a pair and admit you liked him."

"Fuck you!" Macie whined.

"Okay! Okay, remember, this is a nice restaurant, so try to tone down the Milkovichness by at least like... fifty percent. Can you do that?" Mandy asked.

"First of all, fuck you," Mickey stated bluntly. "Second of all, yes we can."

After all the greetings and conversations were out of the way, Mandy finally brought everybody inside. Richie awaited them with a large grin on his face.

"So, this must be the big family I've been hearin' about, huh?" He laughed to Mandy.

Mandy nodded with a soft laugh, then pointed everybody out as she introduced them. "This is my older brother Mickey, my little sisters Molly and Macie, my cousin Sandy, and Mickey's husband who is also my best friend, Ian!" She then gestured to Richie afterwards. "Guys, this is Richie."

Richie struggled to keep himself together when he laid eyes on the tallest Milkovich— Molly, the gorgeous blonde that towered even a few inches above Mandy, especially with both of them wearing heels. He cleared his throat, then shook hands with each of them, including Ian.

"Well, right this way," Richie said with a polite smile, gesturing for the group to follow him to their table. He and Mandy had arranged for them to have that table all night— The Bear could sacrifice it just this once.

"Thanks, Richie," Mandy smiled softly as everybody sat down.

Part of her debated going to see Carmy on her own before he was bombarded with the many Milkoviches— the restaurant wasn't gonna be open for another little bit, so it's not like she didn't have time. But, it was too late, because there was Carmy, poking his head out of the kitchen door.

"Mandy!" He muttered, a little smile gracing his lips as he approached the table.

"Oh boy," Mandy thought to herself as Carmy got closer. She could already sense the look on her family's faces when they saw him, she had entirely failed to mention the... similarities he and Lip shared.

Carmy looked at the five dumbfounded faces next to Mandy, then looked at her with a little laugh. "You didn't tell them, did you?"

"Didn't tell us that you look damn near identical to my older brother?" Ian asked. "No, no she did not."

"So, funny story, the first time I met him I took out my switchblade cus I thought Lip was playing some kind of sick joke on me," Mandy confessed with an awkward laugh.

"Classic," Mickey laughed. He took another look at Carmy, a long look.

"It's not polite to stare, Mick," Macie scolded, nudging her older brother with her elbow.

"This is fuckin' weird, I think I'm allowed to stare!" Mickey fired back, crossing his arms over his chest. He kept eyes on Carmy, making him shift uncomfortably.

"Okay, Mickey, that's enough," Mandy muttered. "You're gonna freak him out."

"No, no, um, I'm sure it's... weird..." Carmy muttered. "I look like the guy who hurt his little sister. I'm sure if Sugar had started seeing someone who looked like one of her high school exes, I'd be freaking out too."

"Sugar?" Mickey questioned.

"Oh, um, my sister," Carmy answered in a soft voice, smiling a little.

"Hey, Mick, did you know this place used to be The Beef? And Carmy's brother owned it?" Mandy told him, hoping to maybe change the subject slightly.

"What?! No fuckin' way!" Mickey responded, looking at his sister in disbelief, then back at Carmy.

"Yeah, um, Mikey was my brother... Mandy said one time you guys came here and he gave you guys some food on the house," Carmy mentioned with a prideful smile. He knew his brother had his issues, but he could be a pretty stand up guy, especially to kids who grew up rough.

"That's so fuckin' cool!" Mickey exclaimed.

"Jesus, Mick, calm down," Ian laughed softly.

"So, where's he now? Your brother?" Mickey asked Carmy curiously.

"Oh, um... he... he passed away..." Carmy muttered softly, lowering his head for a moment.

"Ah, shit... I'm... I'm sorry..." Mickey stammered awkwardly.

"We all miss him," Richie piped up finally, having been listening to the conversation and being entertained by the previously shocked Milkovich faces.

"He seemed like a cool guy," Mickey commented. "Hot too."

"Mickey!" Ian and Mandy simultaneously scolded.

Mandy looked at Carmy with an apologetic expression written all over her face— but he was smiling. He was laughing. He liked her family.

┈

The family lingered in the restaurant shortly after close, and of course, Mickey had to pipe up once more.

"So, we gonna talk about the big ass elephant in the room?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" Mandy groaned.

"You've got a fuckin' type!" He exclaimed.

"I do not have a type!" She defended.

"Kinda seems like you have a type," Ian commented.

Mandy put her face in her hands, letting out a frustrated groan. "Okay, I get it, he kinda looks like Lip, but they could not be more different. Carmy's... he's so much softer. Trust me, when you get to know him... they're very different."

"Does he drink?" Ian asked curiously.

"Rarely, social, only if he's up to it, mostly for special occasions," Mandy muttered. "And he just quit smoking a few weeks ago. Trying to convince me to do the same."

"Yeah fuckin' right, you've been smoking since you were like 10!" Mickey laughed.

"So have you, asshole!" She commented with an eye roll. "Seriously guys, I... I really, really like him."

Mickey sighed a little bit, then put his arm around his sister, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Alright... I get it," He muttered. "But I hope you know that if he hurts you, he's dead. Just cus you've gotten classier don't mean I have."

"We'll help hide the body! Right Molls?" Macie commented before nudging Molly, who nodded in agreement.

Mandy giggled a little bit, poking Mickey in the ribs. "Thank you."

After that, Carmy and Richie both came out of the kitchen, each seeming like they were about ready to head out.

"Okay, I love you guys, we'll hang out again soon, promise," Mandy said with a little smile, sliding out of the booth to sidle up beside Carmy, who led her out of the restaurant.

As Ian and the other Milkoviches got ready to head out, Richie stopped Molly before she headed to the door.

"Um, y'can say no if y'think this is... weird... or y'think I'm a creepy old man or somethin'..." He started nervously, eye level with the tall blonde in her heels. "But would... would you wanna grab a coffee or somethin' sometime?"

Molly smiled a little in surprise, quickly taking out her phone and handing it to Richie to put his number in. "Sure. Sounds nice."

"Oh Christ," Mickey groaned.

"Leave her alone, she's well over 18 and she can date who she wants," Ian scolded.

"No! No, not that. Just another one of my sisters goin' for one of these near yuppie motherfuckers—" Mickey was quickly cut off.

"Actually, grew up on the south side myself, and helped Mikey run The Beef back in the day. I just wasn't gonna leave this whole buildin' to Carmy," Richie commented with a grin. "Ain't no fuckin' yuppies here except for the customers sometimes."

Mickey looked a little taken aback. "Cool. Okay then."

Molly giggled a little bit, shaking her head. "Night, Richie. I'll text you."

"Night, sweetheart," Richie muttered with a little grin as the group left the restaurant. Mentally, he was celebrating.

┈

Once more, Carmy whisked Mandy back to his tiny, denim clad apartment.

"So, my family didn't scare you too much?" She asked, tone laced with a hint of nervousness.

"Not at all, actually," He reassured, giving a little smile since he could hear the nerves. "I thought they were a riot. Your brother seems, um... very..."

"Shameless?" Mandy laughed. "No filter?"

"Yes, that," Carmy laughed too, nodding a little. "Exactly."

As they shared the laughter, they managed to get to the couch where they both took a seat. Mandy turned her head, smiling at Carmy.

"You're a really great guy, yknow that?"

Carmy looked a little surprised at that statement. "Really? I don't... always feel like one."

"Well, I think you are, if that counts for anything," She muttered softly.

"No, um, i-it definitely does..." He nodded, looking down for a moment before his eyes met hers again. "I just... guess I'm not so used to hearin' that these days."

Mandy gently reached out, cupping Carmy's cheek while running a thumb over his cheekbone. "As long as I'm around, I'm gonna make sure you know it."

The moment of eye contact lingered, Carmy felt as if his heart were fucking soaring. How was this girl real? Even after everything he'd found out she had gone through, she was still so sweet towards him.

He didn't even know the half of what she'd gone through yet though. And what made him, his gentleness, so special to her.

After the lingering moment, Carmy found himself leaning in, he planted his lips on Mandy's in a gentle kiss. Honestly, his gentle nature towards her was such a refreshing perspective than almost every other man she'd encountered in her life.

Of course, that wasn't to say Carmy was always gentle, and she was quickly learning that— after the kiss got more heated, the pair soon found themselves in a different position. Mandy's panties were long gone, Carmy was kneeling in front of the couch, and he was about to display his other talents.

Mandy had received good head before, sure, but good lord, Carmy was eating her cunt like it was his last fucking meal. His tongue worked its magic, from her leaking entrance all the way to her aching clit.

"Oh, fuck, Carm—" She whimpered. Her long, slender fingers laced through his curls and latching onto them.

Carmy was completely focused on the task at hand. Two tattooed fingers slipped into her weepy hole, almost immediately curling against that sweet spot, making her clench around them. His expert tongue kept working on and teasing her clit all the while, thank god she was sitting because she was getting weak in the fucking knees.

"F-Fuck, Carm, 'm gonna—" Mandy warned between strangled whimpers.

Carmy's mouth, chin, and fingers were completely soaked. He looked up from her thighs with a grin before sucking her slick from his digits.

Mandy panted, letting her head fall back for a moment as she caught her breath.

"You good?" He asked softly, gentle demeanor returning once more.

She nodded slowly, then looked at Carmy with a little smile. "Do it again."

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I’m - I. I. I.

꒷꒷꒦꒷ WORMTOBER: DAY SEVEN - LUCA (THE BEAR FX) ꒷꒦꒷꒷

a/n: 7/31 of promptober!! linked is my schedule. POSTING A LITTLE EARLY SORRY!! too excited,, cws: SMUT BTC! 18+. scream mask rp (obvi). oral (m). graphic descriptions you’ve been warned. first luca fic!! tw (british /j). wc: 403

“love. i was trying to scare you.”

luca’s a bit…clueless. realistically, more than a bit. it took months for him to realize you were flirting with him, and god knows it was only the night you bluntly said “lu, i want you to fuck me.” the synapses in his brain fired.

“luca, with all due respect — this, isn’t scary. if anything, it’s kinda hot?” she replies more as a question, than a statement. scared of judgement, for whatever reason. lifting the scream mask to give him a kiss. the way he’s smirking not missed.

“yeah?” he asks for reassurance, pushing it back down to cover his features. his mind and heart suddenly racing at the possibilities of it all.

she nods, and luca can see it through the mesh of the eye holes. he’d been standing in their bedroom for what felt like hours, just trying to startle her a little.

this was a much better outcome.

“god, i love you.” he scoffs, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking down. silently asking her to get on her knees, and attend to his aching cock resting under his sweats. a pulse starting to grow at the tip, stirring and begging for attention.

“love you too, lu.” she can’t help but reply with a little giggle, kissing the imprint of his erection through the heather gray material. playing with his waistband a little, before pushing them down just enough to let his erection spring free.

“so big, lu.” she praises, knowing her complimenting words dizzy him. smiling to herself as he looks down at her in that god forsaken mask, luca’s grip on her strands almost painful.

it’s not long before he’s pushing her head down until the tip of her nose is flush with his pubic bone. the gagging and slick noises filling the room, bouncing off their bedroom walls. his words are muffled by the mask — but not fully.

“shit. i’mgonnacome. take me out of your mouth, darling. i, oh-“ he rushes out as you obey, him fisting his cock once or twice before his seed leaks out with a loud groan.

coming out in spurts, with and thick. painting her cheeks and face. her mouth wide open, barely minding the way his come weaved through her lashes.

luca finally takes the mask off. chest heaving as he caught his breath, that same goofy smile plastered on his face.

“i was gonna say i wanted to come inside you.”

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Bro? Bro. Bro.

.⋆🃖 WORMTOBER: DAY ELEVEN - LUCA (THE BEAR FX) 🃁⋆.

a/n: 11/31 of promptober!! linked is my schedule. finally on track again!! yipee!! cws: SMUT! 18+. foreplay. wc: 442

“lu, not here.”

of course that’s how it started. luca pouted in retaliation — he hated these things with a passion.

sure, if it was his kind of work thing he’d probably be able to yap about pastries to some poor guy. her kind of work things? it was all business.

“love, i don’t know how you expect me to behave when you look like this.” he countered, whispering lowly in his ear. his accent thick as his hand splayed on her thigh, reaching out and squeezing the plush softly.

“my boss is over there. literally, right over there. can you relax?” she tries her best to sound stern. emphasis on tries.

“i’ll be quick. promise.” he preens, smiling wide as his hands danced all that higher. fingertips brushing her clothed core, grin only getting wider when he feels how soaked the lace had gotten.

“now what do we have here, hm?” he teased, only getting a huff of annoyance out of her.

“lu, just- fuck, fine. quick.”

she looks around at all the people in black tie walking in and out. swirling flutes of champagne, while luca pushed her panties to the side.

he swore his mouth watered at just the sheer feel of her. pretending to look around too as he kept his hand under the table, collecting her slick before thumbing at her clit with a shake of his head.

in disbelief they were really doing this.

“be quiet, love. those sounds are just f’me, remember?” he reminded when he heard a hushed whine escape her, stilling his movements for just a second to double down.

“i remember, lu.” she nodded enthusiastically. throat bobbing as she gulped her last breath, holding it once luca’s fingers curled up perfectly — nudging at the spongy spot inside repeatedly and with ease.

her thighs are shaking under the tablecloth, only adding to her boyfriend’s amusement.

his eyebrows raising in surprise for just a moment, not stopping the shakes from his wrist as he felt her cunt clench around the digits.

“close already hm? that’s it. good girl.” he sounded like he was talking to a damn dog.

and hell if she was going to be mad at that, not when the pleasure he was giving her was mind numbingly good.

“lu. shit-“ her eyes screw shut in pleasure. leaning her head on her hand. elbow on the table, biting down on her palm to silence a loud cry.

his fingers exit her entrance, a string of arousal and a ring of creamy white around the base of them. patting her core lightly as if to silently say ‘he won’, laughing cockily under his breath yet again.

“now, can we go?”

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What if I DIED

❦ ⊹˚₊ WORMTOBER: DAY THIRTEEN - LIP GALLAGHER ₊˚⊹ ❦

a/n: 13/31 of promptober!! linked is my schedule. yeah it’s like 5am the insomnia is back but at least wormtober is too!!! cws: SMUT BTC! 18+. roughdom!lip. established relationship. wc: 350

lip gallagher has a rough exterior.

he’s unapologetic, amongst other things. says what was on his mind 24/7. wasn’t afraid to fight someone over a take.

whether that be physical, or verbal.

lip was gentle with the ones he loved, though. even unsure of himself, sometimes.

that’s why it takes him by complete and utter surprise when she grabs his hand mid-hookup, leading him towards her neck.

he tried to be gentle with her. he swore. tried to not make the same mistake he’d done with other girls in his (embarrassingly) convoluted past.

you could argue it was the heat of the moment, but god, she knew what she was doing. knew he couldn’t possibly say no to her while she was wrapped around his dick — all pretty and braindead.

“shit. somebody likes that.” he preens, all cocky and smiley as he hovered above her. sending a little squeeze around her trachea her way, letting her mind go fuzzier than it already had been from his cock stretching her out the past 2 hours, give or take.

lip’s lost count on all the times he’d made her come on it. all the positions he’d had her in. it’s all a blur.

“mn. mhm.” is all she can muster to reply with, voice shattered and high pitched as she panted like a dog under his grip. breathless and eager, just the way he liked her.

“gonna fill y’u up full soon, bunny. promise. been such a good girl t’night. such a good girl.” he coos, leaning down in her ear with his hand still wrapped around her throat — biting gently on her earlobe for emphasis.

picking her neck up, and lightly pressing it back down onto the pillow behind her.

just reminding her who’s in charge.

“please. pleasepleaseplease. i want it. want it so bad, lip.” there’s tears pricking in the corners of her eyes now. the girth of him never failing to surprise her, even when he bullies himself inside her time and time again. fucks her nightly like no one ever has.

“y’ll get it bunny. fuck, you will. tha’s a fuckin’ promise.”

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REEEEEEEEEEEEE MY HUBS

⊹˚₊ WORMTOBER: DAY FOURTEEN - LIP GALLAGHER ⁺˚🧣⋆°✩₊

a/n: 14/31 of promptober!! linked is my schedule. on schedule omg!!! cws: fluff. established relationship. wc: 252

“‘ey baby? have you seen my…sweater.” lip started his sentence as a question, cutting it short when he caught view of her curled up on the couch.

wearing the grey and black striped pullover he’d been tearing up the house for.

“sorry. smells like you.” she weakly defends, looking up at him as he caught his breath from running around. a puff of laughter escaping his nose.

“you could’ve just asked. fuck, i just tore into carl ‘bout that damn thing.” lip scoffs defeatedly, plopping down next to her and not taking a second thought as he situated his head into her lap. her fingers instinctively running through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

“there’s a hole in the sleeve, y’know.” she informs him, just gaining a roll of his eyes. lip kissing the top of her kneecap gently before replying.

“yea. you try smokin’ a cig with your hands still out there. fuckin’ freezing now.” he sighed, not really caring if anyone would see him being all soft with her. it wouldn’t be a surprise, either way. everyone knew he was practically wrapped around her little finger.

“i’ll patch it up for you. wouldn’t want you to throw this thing out anyway. it’s my favorite.” she admits with a small smile. lip’s chest fluttering as he looked up at her, committing the sight of her with his clothes on her back to memory.

“yea? that right? we share it then. what’s yours ‘s mine.”

he could get more than used to that.

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Kinktober Day 13 🎃

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): “Someone has a big Chem lab today, and didn’t take a lunch” you said and he blushed a bit, shrugging. “That’s what m’studying for right now. Did you really come all the way down here to bring me food?” He asked and you smiled, nodding and taking the little brown paper bag out and putting it in front of him

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Helloooo! Welcome to day 13 of kinktober with our lovely lip gallagher! I hope you enjoy hehe 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.0k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Implied smut, college kids in love, not very edited, swearing 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

You wrapped up the turkey, apple, and Gruyère sandwich with hot honey that you’d made for your boyfriend, wrapping it in one of your little reusable beeswax wraps that you’d gotten for your shared apartment.

Lip called them ‘fancy shit’ but you’d done research in one of your eco-studies classes at school and plastic was really killing the earth, so it was important to you that you made the switch in your own house. The only reason he hadn’t had the time to throw a sad baloney and American cheese sandwich into one of them for himself this morning, was because he was running late for class himself.

You grabbed one of the reusable silicone ziplocks and filled it with the jalapeño parmesan chips that he liked, sealing it and grabbing a banana, and granola bar as well as a beef jerky stick for later since he usually ran late studying in the library, which is what you figured he was doing now between classes.

You packed all the food neatly in a brown paper bag, adding a note in that said ‘love you handsome guy, need brain-food for all that studying ;)’ and drew a little heart as well.

And just like that, you were on your way to The L, tote bag containing both of your lunches to enjoy together in the library.

You popped your headphones in and continued to read The Awakening - which was your assigned book for English this semester, tapping your highlighter on your knee between highlighting passages you wanted to add into your analyses. It wasn’t too long until you were tucking your book back into your tote bag, as well as your highlighter and getting up from your seat.

The doors opened for your stop and you step out into the crisp autumn air, nuzzling your nose into your warm scarf as you walk. You hummed along to the song playing through your headphones, something new by Taylor swift as the library came into view. When you finally opened the large heavy door of UChicagos library and the warmth of the heater hit your near frost bitten cheeks from the wind whipping your face.

Sniffling, you made your way to the very top floor, trudging up all those stairs since the elevator took forever, and by the top you were panting a bit, scanning over the room until you found Lip in his signature brown jacket and jeans. He was sitting at one of his favorite tables in the far left corner near the back stairwell, slouched down in the chair with a pencil pressed to his temple and wired headphones buried in his ears. You were the only 2 people on the floor, since it was just a quiet Friday afternoon afterall, most people were skipping class today to party and drink- but Lip had gotten much more serious about his education since he’d met you.

You took the chance to surprise him, walking up behind him and covering his eyes gently and he pulled out his headphones

“Babe? You don’t have class-“ he said and you tilted his chin up, stealing an upside down kiss

“Someone has a big Chem lab today, and didn’t take a lunch” you said and he blushed a bit, shrugging.

“That’s what m’studying for right now. Did you really come all the way down here to bring me food?” He asked and you smiled, nodding and taking the little brown paper bag out and putting it in front of him

“And to be a good girlfriend and have lunch with you” you took out your same identical lunch out, except it was in your pink lunchbox that was reusable.

“You’re too cute- what did you make?” He asked, nearly grinning from ear to ear which you thought was adorable. He had shown you through his reactions to things that acts of service and physical touch were absolutely his love languages.

“Take a bite and find out. I think you’ll like it, very Lip Gallagher vibes, spicy and sweet” you giggle, opening up your bag of chips and popping one in your mouth. He chuckled at that, kissing the corner of your mouth lovingly.

“I don’t think someone’s ever come all the way across town to give me lunch before” he said and took a bite, brows raising and he hums in delight. “How the fuck did you come up with this? Are those apples?” He asked and you giggled, nodding a bit.

“Apples” you concur. “In a sandwich, how about that! Is it good?” You asked and he smirked

“Y’know- it may just beat out bologna and cheese- maybe” he joked, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes.

“Wow! Look at that. And to think I didn’t know that would ever get beaten out. So am I gonna have to get up every day and make it?” You joked and he huffed a chuckle as he finished his first half

“No you just gotta show me what fancy shit of yours you use to make it and then I’ll know how to do it myself” he nudges you with his shoulder playfully.

By the time you were both done and had washed up after lunch, you were sat on Lips lap in one of the corner recliners that was blocked from view of the cameras making out. It was only natural for him to get handsy after you’d done something nice like this for him. It was one of the ways he knew best how to express his gratitude.

He slips his hand down the front of your leggings and you gasped a bit into his mouth, holding the back of his neck. “Lip- we’re in the library” you said in a hushed whisper. He smirked into the crook of your neck in response, kissing down your jaw and over your chin until he found your lips again.

“Thats what makes it so fun, ye’? All the risk?” he said into your lips before giving you a hot, loving kiss.

Lip Gallagher was going to be the death of you.

Fin

Tag List: - @carmenberzattosgf - @daysofyellowroses - @mouseymilkovich - @gallaghersgal - @maggiesarchives - @carmybrainworms - @l4long-winded - @babyspiderling - @southsideserendipity - @djlnkaled

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thecapricunt1616 · 6 months ago

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Promptober Day 13👻

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): Kerry rested his head on your shoulder as he held you from behind, rubbing over your cute little 5 month baby bump as you looked over the horror section in your neighborhoods newest Blockbuster store. You were currently in the horror section, torn between Friday the Thirteenth, or A Nightmare on Elm Street for your scary movie night.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello everyone! I'm kinda caught up, heres promptober 13/31! I hope you like it, It's my first time writing Kerry soooo eeeek! I hope that I did it right, of course feedback is always appreciated. Love you all! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Implied smut, thats like it. Not very edited, of course (since we die like men here.) 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

Kerry rested his head on your shoulder as he held you from behind, rubbing over your cute little 5 month baby bump as you looked over the horror section in your neighborhoods newest Blockbuster store. You were currently in the horror section, torn between Friday the Thirteenth, or A Nightmare on Elm Street for your scary movie night.

“We take any longer choosin’ the little guy is gonna be born in a blockbuster” he teases, curls tickling your cheek as he gives you a gentle kiss on the temple, and rubs under your little bump. You giggle a bit, putting Friday the Thirteenth back and settling for A Nightmare instead.

“The little guy is getting hungry let’s get a pizza on the way home I wanna eat dinner on the couch like a heathen” you giggle, following him up to the counter.

“Sure thing, darlin. We’ll get extra cheese just for you” he said happily as he got you checked out with the teen working at the front counter. The drive home was nice, giggling and singing along to the radio with Kerry. Your life had been like this since you’d gotten married, simple. After you found out that you’d been expecting? It was just the icing on the cake that you two of you were starting your own little family.

“My goodness I swear I’m about to start droolin’ like a dog this pizza smells to die for” you said as you plopped on the couch after washing your hands, opening up the box and putting a slice on your plate as Kerry got the movie set up.

“Make sure you leave some for me over there missy” he teased, coming and sitting with you, hitting play on the remote and grabbing a slice for himself. You cuddled up to him as you ate, sighing contently.

“I love our date nights. Especially ones like this. They’re always so nice” you said softly and he hums in agreement

“S’always nice to stay In with my favorite girl” he said, pecking your lips sweetly and you smiled gratefully, turning your attention back to the tv. After 3 slices of pizza and a can of sprite you were comfortably snuggled into Kerrys side as you watched the movie. It came to the part where Freddy sticks his tongue through the phone causing you to jump a bit and cover your mouth in surprise. Kerry just laughed and you giggled a bit, looking up at him.

“I think i’d burn my lips if that happened to me. Unless it was your tongue of course but then I’d just slap your arm for lickin’ me like a dog” you teased and he chuckled, planting a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Well lucky for you I only lick you where you want me to” he teased, running his hand up your side and over the curve of your waist. You looked up at him with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Wherever I want?” You asked, lips curling into a smirk and a chuckle rumbles low in his chest.

“Is someone feelin’ naughty today, little miss?” he asked, his southern drawl thick with the huskiness of his voice and you giggle, blushing like a schoolgirl and becoming putty in his hands. Kerry always did this to you, something about those blue eyes and southern charm had you malleable to his every desire- not that you minded though.

“Maybe you just bring it outta me, Mister Von Erich” you said, leaning in and giving him a gentle lingering kiss on the cheek. “Are you gonna teach the bad girl a lesson?” you whisper in his ear and he chuckled, standing up and picking you up bridal style like you weighed nothing.

“I think I need to teach you a lesson on how that mouth you have gets you in trouble, it got you knocked up an’ya still haven’t learned, ain’t that right?” he chides as he carried you to the bedroom, causing you to drop your head back and giggle.

“Maybe it’s your teaching style, professor. Have you considered that?” you teased as he gently laid you on the bed, still ever careful with you even while playing considering your condition. He chuckled at your teasing, tugging off your flowy skirt you’d invested in many colors to accommodate your growing belly and helping you tug off your blouse, kissing along your skin as you did so.

“Maybe you’re on t’somethin sweet stuff. We’ll try somethin’ different this time, you wanted me t’lick you, right?” he asked hotly in the shell of your ear sucking gently on your earlobe and the sensation sent warm tingles all down the back of your neck, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Yes- b-but not there- somewhere else” you said shyly, cheeks flushing with heat. He chuckled, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on your neck and shoulders.

“Where? Tell me where babygirl-” he ran his hand down your neck, cupping it lightly with his palm and looking into your eyes “Here?” he asked lowly, and you brought your bottom lip between your teeth, swallowing thickly and shaking your head no and he hums, trailing his hand down and unhooking your front clasp bra, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your peaked nipple and smirking a bit when your jaw dropped in pleasure, back arching into his touch.

“Alright pretty girl, how about here?” he dipped his head down, licking from the column of your throat down through the valley of your breasts, causing you to shiver. He chuckled a bit, his warm breath trailing up the wet spot he’d left moments prior with his tongue, moving up and swirling his tongue over your intensely sensitive bud causing a choked moan to tear from your throat, hand finding the back of his head and pulling him closer.

“Thats not what I had in mind but oh my - that feels wonderful” you breathed, arching your chest into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue flicking and swirling over your nipple was sending jolts of pleasure right for your core, right where you really needed him. You gasped and gently tugged his hair, before getting the bright idea to take his hand from your hip and cup his palm over tour clothed heat. “Here- I want you to lick me here” you breathe and he huffs a chuckle into your breast, pulling off your sensitive bud with a pop.

“I can do that for you angel- I’d love to”

Fin

Tag List: - @carmenberzattosgf - @daysofyellowroses - @mouseymilkovich - @gallaghersgal - @maggiesarchives - @carmybrainworms - @l4long-winded - @babyspiderling - @southsideserendipity - @djlnkaled

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Kinktober Day 12 🎃

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): There was a knock at the front door, causing Carmy to get up from his position on the couch doodling in his sketchbook “That should be the delivery guys” he said, slipping his jacket on so he could meet them outside to make sure everything was just so with your new bedroom set he’d ordered for you both.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Howdy! I hope you enjoy yesterdays installment of Kinktober that I forgot to post haha! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, Authority kink, Swearing, Not edited 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

There was a knock at the front door, causing Carmy to get up from his position on the couch doodling in his sketchbook “That should be the delivery guys” he said, slipping his jacket on so he could meet them outside to make sure everything was just so with your new bedroom set he’d ordered for you both.

“I’ll put the cats in the bathroom” you said, knowing they would likely try and make a run for the door. After about 15 minutes of waiting inside for Carmy to return with the delivery men, telling them where to go- he still hadn’t come back in. You went over to the door, looking out the little window next to it to see Carmy running a hand through his hair with a hand on his hip, and snapping something at the delivery driver.

You cracked open the door to hear what was going on “no- no first fuckin’ strike was the dresser having a huge scratch on the side. Second was the wrong fuckin color! How do you get stark white and cream mixed up? Send it back and gimme’ a fuckin’ refund this is the third time you guys pull this shit never dealin’ with your company again mark refused delivery or whatever on your stupid form” he snapped at them before starting back inside.

You shut the door and scurry back to the couch so he wouldn’t know you were listening and try to ignore the dampness growing in your panties. He came inside, shutting the door a bit harder then usual and huffing as he shrugged off his jacket, putting it back on the rack.

“Sorry princess, no new shit t’day. Morons still can’t figure it out. We’re gonna find another set we like, yeah?” He opened the door to the bathroom for the cats before coming to sit back down with you.

“That’s ok- you look pretty riled up” you said as he plopped down, crawling into his lap and straddling him.

“Yeah cause I wanted you to have that new bed like I promised an’ they can’t get simple shit right” he huffed a bit, eyes fluttering shut when you rubbed his chest in light circles.

“I think it’s sexy when you get like that” you said, partial truth and partial distraction to calm him down, bringing your lips to his and kissing him lovingly. He hummed, squeezing your ass and spanking you playfully, kissing you harder and squeezing your cheeks in his hands.

“Ye’? You like it when I bitch people out?” He asked when you pulled away, leaving hot kisses along your jaw.

“I love it. So hot when you let the bear out” you giggle as he nips your earlobe, tilting your head to the side to give better access to your neck. He stuck his hands in your crewneck, rubbing his cool hands over your hips making you shiver a bit.

“Sorry baby, f’got my hands were cold” he stuck his hand down the front of your leggings, causing you to to gasp in surprise laced pleasure as he slid his ice like fingers over your clit. “Mm you do like that, huh? Already so wet” he murmured into your skin, continuing to kiss and bite along the sensitive flesh.

“Fuckin love it, bear” you whine out, grinding onto his hand just right, your bottom lip coming between your teeth while your head dropped back in bliss.

“You wanna ride my fingers baby? Mmm?” He asked, lips pressing kissed to the column of your throat in warm, wet pecks.

“Please- please” you breathe out and he chuckled a bit at your begging, pressing his forefinger and middle finger to your core, causing you to let out a whiny moan “please bear” you manage out and he slips them in curling them against your front wall making your spine arch slightly.

“Ffffuck- yes- feels so good” you whined, grinding your hips in tandem with the thrust of his fingers.

“Tha’s it princess- that’s it take what you need Angel” he said hotly in the shell of your ear, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. Your jaw dropped as you rolled your hips faster, crying out when he pressed the tips of his fingers into your g spot.

“Carmy- Carmy- Carmy” you choke out, walls clenching around his fingers as your peak approached. He chuckled into your skin, kissing your temple chastly

“Ye’ baby? I’m right here- what is it, tell me what you need” he chides playfully, moving his fingers faster when he realized your hips began to shake as you got closer and closer.

“Need to cum” you choke out, eyes fluttering shut in bliss “please- please” you begged, voice wavering

“You wanna cum on my fingers baby?” He pressed his fingers against your g spot harder, causing your hips to buck.

“Please- please daddy” you begged, pulling him into a sloppy kiss and he smiles into your mouth, pulling away just enough to say

“Go ahead” before putting his lips on your again, swallowing your moans as you let go. Your thighs tightening around his lap as your orgasm washed over you, so intense the fuzzy feeling washed up into your chest and over your scalp, a warmth only to be found with this special sort of relief.

He grunts into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your heat pulsing and clenching around his fingers and sucking him in. “Jesus so fuckin tight- wanna feel this pretty pussy clenching around m’cock babygirl” he tugged his hand out of your pants, swiftly laying you on the couch and tugging off your leggings and now soaked panties.

“Please - god yes, need it, need you” you pushed your crewneck up over your breasts so he could suck on them and play with them while fucked you. He pulled his length out of his grey sweatpants, lining himself up before sinking into you easily with a breathy sigh.

“Love it when you beg f’me like that bunny sound so fuckin pretty” he grunted as he started to thrust, the afterpulses of your orgasm still working through you. Your back arches slightly into his cupped hands as he pawed at your breasts, rubbing your pebbled nipples with the pads of his thumbs as he snapped his hips into yours, the sound of skin on skin being heard throughout the living room.

“Y-yes god fuck me harder bear” you whined, hand reaching down to rub your clit and he huffs a chuckle as he thrusted up into you harder, long forceful strokes that had that red hot coil tightening in your belly as he does.

“Don’worry princess, I’m gonna take care’a’you”

Fin.

Tag List: - @carmenberzattosgf - @daysofyellowroses - @mouseymilkovich - @gallaghersgal - @maggiesarchives - @carmybrainworms - @l4long-winded - @babyspiderling - @southsideserendipity - @djlnkaled

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