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the animal | lip gallagher x reader โ chapter two
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Husband Leon Kennedy thisโฆHusband Leon Kennedy thatโฆOkay, but what about Husband Chris Redfield?
Chris is utterly obsessed with you. Will do whatever you command within a heartbeat, no matter what it is. Heโll always make sure to zip up the back of your dress for you, leaving a few chaste kisses against the skin of your neck and shoulders. A trail of kisses from your ankle to your knee is left everytime he puts on your heels, giggling and smiling like a little girl, complaining that it tickles, yet he knows heโd keep going higher and higher if you werenโt so ticklish!
You could be doing the simplest thing like cooking, doing laundry, or picking up after your kiddos mess, heโd always be right behind you to give your ass a nice smack. Itโs not his fault, it was looking at him first!
Definitely a big family man. Three older boys, and finally a pair of twin girls that couldnโt be anymore different personality wise. Heโs a little harsher on his boys, he knows they can handle anything. But with his little girls? Oh, those two have him wrapped around their tiny fingers.
At the end of a hectic work day, muscles sore and achy, the touch of his beloved makes him melt. Just a nice warm shower and his family is all he needs. Your kids already know how tired daddy can be after work, thatโs why after every mission, thereโs a movie night in mom and dadโs bedroom. Including dadโs famously tight cuddles and loud bear snores not even five minutes into the film.
Even if heโs a dead man walking after a mission, all he needs to hear is those sweet bubbly laughs and the pitter patter of feet against the wood flooring. Squeals of joy escaping his sweet babyโs lips as they race to see who will hug dad first this time around!
And at the very last is his sweet darling. Blush on her cheeks and smile on her lips, arms wrapped around her figure, pulling her in for the deepest kiss of her life, that just gets deeper and deeper and sweeter and sweeter as time goes by. Only stopping as your children gag about how gross mommy and daddy are being!
-หหโ jonathan byers x fem!reader
โโ โงโหโนhonorable song mentions: 1) here comes your man - pixies, 2) every breath you take - the police, 3) just like heaven - the cure
โโ โงโหโนwarnings: smut, fingering, fem!reader recieving, nude photographs, gentle sex, no mentions of Y/N, angst, daddy issues, fighting, fluff, overprotective jonathan, sweetie pie jon, s3-s5 jonathan (previous seasons mentioned)
โโ โงโหโนword count: 1,126
A/N: jonathan is my fave male character so i very much devoted all my time into this. i wish jon had more character lore like s1-s2, i hateee that they took his camera away in s5 and just lowk made him nancy's sidekick?? this goes out to all 4 jonathan fans
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. likes to replay vivid sweet memories of when you two had crushes on each other. It fills him up with nostalgia and longing as he remembers the days in High School where youโd both skip classes together. Making your way around the school, finding excuses to go outside. Oftentimes for โA quick smoke, yโknow?โ (and definitely not for a small, giggly flirting session.) The adrenaline of almost getting caught brought a smile to his face as the memories and feelings of being a silly teenager in love rushed through him.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. gifts you a bunch of handmade things. The Byers have never been a family of luxury, but instead one with a heart of gold, Jonathan being no different. Gifts ranging from romantic cassette tapes with dedicated love songs, drawings Will used to make for you, and any small poems Jonathan makes whenever he misses you. Whenever he sees some of the gifts hung on your walls, sometimes your mirror, and framed pictures of you two in your room, it warms his heart with the thought of you treasuring all of them. Even though it seemed like the bare minimum, it makes Jonathan feel appreciated and loved.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. throughout the years of observing your every move, Jonathan developed a sixth sense for sensing your moods. Heโs very intuitive when it comes to knowing whenever you're upset. The intuition in his chest makes him keep an eye out for any uninterested or unlike emotions of yours. A lot of the time, dropping anything heโs doing and going out of his way to properly ask you if you're okay before finding you with watery eyes, quickly pulling him into a warm hugโโHey.. Hey, itโs okay. Itโs all okay. Iโm here, yeah?โโResting his cheek on your head.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. cherishes the few times heโs able to take secret-but-not-so-secret pictures of you with his camera. He takes them whenever he finds you busy doing homework, talking with Will, kinda just existing in your own world, and being there to capture it all. Sometimes youโll return the sentiment and romantic gesture by taking pictures of both of you together, silly pictures of him sleeping, quietly left on his desk that cause him to quietly laugh to himself when he finds them.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. is very overprotective of you whenever it comes to you interacting with his dad. He squeezes your hand out of fear, anger, and frustration. Whenever you squeeze it back, heโll look at you, gaze softening: eyes filled with thankful gratitude mixed with an adoring look as he puts his guard down for a split second before facing his deadbeat father. He makes sure to answer all the questions his dad throws your way, avoiding any slight interaction between you both. Although Jonathan isnโt very vocal about it, heโs appreciative that you donโt judge the situation heโs facing with his father.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers... would often stop by your workplace to see you. A lot of the time, excusing it as a way to give you updates on newfound information about the demogorgon and what maybe could be Vecnaโs plan. According to him, he had beenโโaround the blockโโAnd had found it useful to inform you while he was nearby, and shyly pulling out a bag of sweets from behind him. A timid smile on his face as you kissed his cheek in a thank you.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. always tries to dismiss the situation whenever you two are fighting. Over time, itโs caused multiple occasions where the situation only worsens: days of guilt, anger, and upsetting tension bouncing back and forth on the walls. It eventually breaks out in a sudden bundle of pure heavy guilt and fear of losing each other. Jonathanโs very quick to find himself on the floor begging for forgiveness as his voice starts breaking. A lot of the time, the guilt haunts him even after you forgive him, feeling like he doesnโt really deserve it.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. has never been the biggest PDA person out there, but he always makes sure to put in effort. He mostly shines when heโs alone with you; touchy and clingy hands roaming over your body. His hands like to travel from your cheeks to your spine, and finally find their way to your waist. Heโs pulling you closer to him, and you kiss him with adoration, a sudden small gasp escaping your lips as his fingers ignore your shortsโ hemline, putting his fingers on your bare hips.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. tries to hold back his noises in bed, but a lot of the time, fails to do so. At some point, his sounds become more desperate than yours, synchronizing with yours at others. You praise him a lot whenever you hear him whining and gasping at your every move. Heโs quick to unexpectedly confessโโI love you.. God, I love you so much!โโHis voice breaking, like it physically hurt him to say. Heโll do it whenever he starts feeling overwhelmed by your every move around him.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. will make sure to do his go-to gentle and delicate foreplay before sex. Youโre both kissing and laughing, and suddenly next thing you know, your shirt is off, youโre turned around as Jonathan places wet kisses all over your lower back. Eventually, he reaches your thighs, where he makes sure to carefully open and stretch them out. He makes sure to take a quick, tiny view of you being wide open for him in his bed, before diving back in and laying kisses on your inner thighs.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. has always been a big fan of nude photographs of you. The kink had started with him taking tasteful pictures of you: never explicitly showing what he had to leave to his imagination whenever heโd check on the photos again. Over time, as you two became more trusting of one another, Jonathan would take pictures of the evidence in front of him, lying on his bed. The opportunity of a lifetime had been handed to him on a silver platter; photographs of you laid on his bed, pussy stretched open with cum slightly leaking out, and your red clit from his teasing.
Boyfriend Jonathan Byers.. Loves eating you out. Heโs less of a talker and more into the actual action of it all during sex. His mouth works for hours on your pussy, as he uses his hands to grip your thighs from closing at the pressure of his tongue teasing your overstimulated clit covered in his saliva. Jonathan will sometimes groan from how much he canโt take anymore, needing his cock wrapped around your pussy, and finding himself pulling apart with his chin covered with saliva and your release.
just wanted to state this again โ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD, DO NOT FOLLOW ME, DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY CONTENT. IT IS FOR YOUR SAFETY AND MY COMFORT.
i don't fucking care if you're weeks away from turning 18, i don't care if you're A DAY away from turning 18. you are still a minor.
have some basic fucking respect for people's boundaries.
Lip Gallagher x fem!reader โ reader is Helene Runyon's daughter (unspecified, could be biological, adopted, donor, etc. it's up to interpretation!), and a university student taking an engineering class, otherwise everything is neutral! | MINORS DNI. SH / ED DNI.
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summary: Lip hanging around your house makes you wanna be everywhere but. You do have to come home sometimes though, even if it means having to face your biggest, and hottest, annoyance.
word count: 1.5k
cw: again, mentions of Lip & Helene's relationship (duh), f!masturbation, mentions of Youens's drinking
Lip was seriously beginning to piss you off.
You had spent so much time avoiding your house during the past few weeks, trying desperately to forget that your engineering TA was banging your mom, that people were starting to think you were a couch surfer. It's not like you could explain the situation as to why you weren't home much, because you would've landed your mom, and Lip, in a shit ton of trouble. The kind of trouble that could've cost your mom her job, Lip his scholarship, and you, whatever semblance of a relationship you had left with your mother. That was just not worth the hassle, let alone the drama.
Unfortunately, you did have to come home from time to time so you could access your clothes beyond an overnight bag โ and lord help you, you were not going to share any underwear with your friends, you loved them, but some of them were sluts who loved rolling around with frat boys. Not that you weren't sex positive โ frat boys, to your knowledge, were just disgusting. So, you went home.
Of course, much to your absolute delight, Lip was there. That confused you though; Lip, alone? In your house?
"Your mom said I could leave whenever. Did some studying, watched some TV," He shrugged, almost as if he could see the thoughts in your brain. "I can fuck off, if you want."
"Oh, I just didn't realize you practically moved in since you've been fucking my mom," You retorted with a slight bitterness underneath your tone.
"And apparently you've practically moved out. Your mom says you're home, what, like twice a week?" He grunts in response, arms crossing over his chest.
Well, excuse you for not being the biggest fan of someone your age having an affair with your mother. You almost shouted that, but you just rolled your eyes, then marched up to your room. Not too long after, you came back down with a laundry hamper, and changed into some clean clothes.
"Why are you being such a little brat about this?" Lip taunted, hovering behind you as you went to the washing machine.
Your eyes widened, you almost couldn't believe what he just said. "Are you serious? My mother is fucking a guy my age, my parents apparently have an open marriage and have for years, I feel like I'm going insane. And, it seems like you're always everywhere I go! Home, school, you're literally everywhere! Can you please just get off my dick, and let me do my fucking laundry in peace here?!"
Raising his hands in defense, Lip chuckled a little bit in your direction. "Sorry. Guess I'm just used to my parents being married while not giving a shit about who they're fucking or when, and everybody always being in my business all the time."
"What?" Your eyebrows raised in genuine surprise and confusion.
It had never occurred to you, but you didn't really know anything about Lip, his family, where he came from. You knew there was a small stint when he brought his baby brother around campus, but that was kind of it. You never really had cared to ask why before, it was college, people did random things like that all the time.
"I'm from the south side, why the fuck do you think I'm a scholarship kid?" He chuckled lightheartedly, almost as if he were shrugging it off as no big deal.
It was a big deal, though, at least in your mind. You knew the stats about the south side, you knew that the chances of getting out of there and being successful were slim.
"That's... kinda cool, actually," You muttered, almost reluctantly. You hated to admit it, but it was somewhat admirable of Lip to have gotten a scholarship, and that he was working to keep up with everything. If it weren't for the whole him fucking your mother thing, you would probably have a ridiculous amount of respect for him.
It was a sudden tone shift between the two of you. Your laundry was in the washer, you turned to face the Gallagher behind you while holding your now empty hamper. Your mom was teaching today, your dad was at work as well, and Dylan never usually came home during the week. But your mind couldn't go anywhere dangerous, you reminded yourself, Lip was your engineering TA โ not to mention that he's sleeping with your mother. That just screamed all kinds of weird in the back of your head. By all accounts, Lip Gallagher was absolutely, 100% off limits to you. No excuses.
So, as you moved past him to leave your hamper by the staircase, you had to take a deep breath. Calm down.
"Well, I'll see you around. I gotta go grade some shit for Youens," Lip mentioned casually as he headed to the front door, grabbing his jacket. He could see you about to open your mouth, and added, "No, your paper isn't graded yet."
"That's not what I was gonna say," You mumbled in response. "I was just gonna say see you later."
And, with that typical little smirk of his, he slipped out the door. God, he was infuriating. Infuriating, and goddamn hot โ wait, no. Not hot, definitely not hot. He can't be hot, he's sleeping with your mother.
You shake out of that thought, and spend the rest of your free day doing your laundry. Maybe you could stay home tonight, hole up in your room and put on a movie, just indulge in a little bit of self care for the first time in a little bit. You knew your mom's classes today ran late, and it wasn't uncommon for your father to go for a drink with his work buddies, so you could have a little bit of peace for at least a few hours.
After your load of laundry was finished, you brought your clean clothes and some snacks up to your room, prepared to hole up for the night. You put on a movie, but suddenly found yourself distracted from watching it, as your mind kept wandering back to...
Lip.
Wait, Lip?
No, no โ you could not be thinking about him. You had to remind yourself, he was off limits to you. You were playing a dangerous game.
But, then again... you were just thinking about him. Who would really know if you had a little fantasy you just had to get out of your system? Then you'd never think about him in that way again! It was totally fine, wasn't it?
So, you let your mind wander, drifting into those dangerous thoughts that you had scolded yourself for moments prior. Your hand drifted down to the front of your shorts, past your dampening panties, and your fingers slowly teased through your folds.
This was so dirty and wrong.
Still, thoughts of Lip danced around your brain as you slipped a finger inside your cunt while your thumb teased your clit. The thoughts of him made you quicken your pace, thumb rubbing in tight circles, a second finger now pumping in and out of your weeping hole, and all you had to do to finish was curl your fingers in just the right spot and...
God, you just made yourself cum thinking about Lip Gallagher, you felt... a little bit disgusting. But, now it was out of your system at the very least. You got up, used the bathroom and washed your hands. Surely, those thoughts plaguing you would fully disappear now.
You slept pretty well that night, and now that your mind was a Gallagher free zone, you could focus on the day ahead. You treated yourself to your favourite smoothy on your way to class, and then it hit you like a train โ today was a class with Youens, and Lip. God fucking dammit.
Shaking your head, you slipped into your seat with your laptop and smoothie, and turned your eyes to Youens... the old drunk bastard, fast asleep at his desk, shocking to nobody at this point. So, you had no choice but to look at Lip, beginning to teach the class once it started.
You got it out of your system, so why were you so nervous all of the sudden?
Probably because seeing him made you wonder, what would it be like to experience the real thing? Lip touching you, going down on you, even fucking you...
No!
You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath, pushing those thoughts from your head for the time being. Once you opened your eyes, you noticed Lip looking at someone else in the class, and you decided to fake a yawn to see who he was looking at.
Some bleached blonde, it seemed like she was mouthing to him, "you wanna fuck?"
And he seemed pretty interested. So, maybe sex was the only thing he was interested in with literally any woman he encountered. That was perfectly fine.
Besides, you didn't actually like him, he was just masturbation material...
Right?
Maybe this weekend you would actually go to one of those frat parties your friends kept trying to drag you too. Surely, you could get Lip off your mind by having some actual sex. Only time would tell.
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** i do not consent to my work being copied, reposted anywhere, or used to train ai bots. this is the only website and main blog where i post my writing !
Lip Gallagher x fem!reader โ reader is Helene Runyon's daughter (unspecified, could be biological, adopted, donor, etc. it's up to interpretation!), and a university student taking an engineering class, otherwise everything is neutral! | MINORS DNI. SH / ED DNI.
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summary: Lip hanging around your house makes you wanna be everywhere but. You do have to come home sometimes though, even if it means having to face your biggest, and hottest, annoyance.
word count: 1.5k
cw: again, mentions of Lip & Helene's relationship (duh), f!masturbation, mentions of Youens's drinking
Lip was seriously beginning to piss you off.
You had spent so much time avoiding your house during the past few weeks, trying desperately to forget that your engineering TA was banging your mom, that people were starting to think you were a couch surfer. It's not like you could explain the situation as to why you weren't home much, because you would've landed your mom, and Lip, in a shit ton of trouble. The kind of trouble that could've cost your mom her job, Lip his scholarship, and you, whatever semblance of a relationship you had left with your mother. That was just not worth the hassle, let alone the drama.
Unfortunately, you did have to come home from time to time so you could access your clothes beyond an overnight bag โ and lord help you, you were not going to share any underwear with your friends, you loved them, but some of them were sluts who loved rolling around with frat boys. Not that you weren't sex positive โ frat boys, to your knowledge, were just disgusting. So, you went home.
Of course, much to your absolute delight, Lip was there. That confused you though; Lip, alone? In your house?
"Your mom said I could leave whenever. Did some studying, watched some TV," He shrugged, almost as if he could see the thoughts in your brain. "I can fuck off, if you want."
"Oh, I just didn't realize you practically moved in since you've been fucking my mom," You retorted with a slight bitterness underneath your tone.
"And apparently you've practically moved out. Your mom says you're home, what, like twice a week?" He grunts in response, arms crossing over his chest.
Well, excuse you for not being the biggest fan of someone your age having an affair with your mother. You almost shouted that, but you just rolled your eyes, then marched up to your room. Not too long after, you came back down with a laundry hamper, and changed into some clean clothes.
"Why are you being such a little brat about this?" Lip taunted, hovering behind you as you went to the washing machine.
Your eyes widened, you almost couldn't believe what he just said. "Are you serious? My mother is fucking a guy my age, my parents apparently have an open marriage and have for years, I feel like I'm going insane. And, it seems like you're always everywhere I go! Home, school, you're literally everywhere! Can you please just get off my dick, and let me do my fucking laundry in peace here?!"
Raising his hands in defense, Lip chuckled a little bit in your direction. "Sorry. Guess I'm just used to my parents being married while not giving a shit about who they're fucking or when, and everybody always being in my business all the time."
"What?" Your eyebrows raised in genuine surprise and confusion.
It had never occurred to you, but you didn't really know anything about Lip, his family, where he came from. You knew there was a small stint when he brought his baby brother around campus, but that was kind of it. You never really had cared to ask why before, it was college, people did random things like that all the time.
"I'm from the south side, why the fuck do you think I'm a scholarship kid?" He chuckled lightheartedly, almost as if he were shrugging it off as no big deal.
It was a big deal, though, at least in your mind. You knew the stats about the south side, you knew that the chances of getting out of there and being successful were slim.
"That's... kinda cool, actually," You muttered, almost reluctantly. You hated to admit it, but it was somewhat admirable of Lip to have gotten a scholarship, and that he was working to keep up with everything. If it weren't for the whole him fucking your mother thing, you would probably have a ridiculous amount of respect for him.
It was a sudden tone shift between the two of you. Your laundry was in the washer, you turned to face the Gallagher behind you while holding your now empty hamper. Your mom was teaching today, your dad was at work as well, and Dylan never usually came home during the week. But your mind couldn't go anywhere dangerous, you reminded yourself, Lip was your engineering TA โ not to mention that he's sleeping with your mother. That just screamed all kinds of weird in the back of your head. By all accounts, Lip Gallagher was absolutely, 100% off limits to you. No excuses.
So, as you moved past him to leave your hamper by the staircase, you had to take a deep breath. Calm down.
"Well, I'll see you around. I gotta go grade some shit for Youens," Lip mentioned casually as he headed to the front door, grabbing his jacket. He could see you about to open your mouth, and added, "No, your paper isn't graded yet."
"That's not what I was gonna say," You mumbled in response. "I was just gonna say see you later."
And, with that typical little smirk of his, he slipped out the door. God, he was infuriating. Infuriating, and goddamn hot โ wait, no. Not hot, definitely not hot. He can't be hot, he's sleeping with your mother.
You shake out of that thought, and spend the rest of your free day doing your laundry. Maybe you could stay home tonight, hole up in your room and put on a movie, just indulge in a little bit of self care for the first time in a little bit. You knew your mom's classes today ran late, and it wasn't uncommon for your father to go for a drink with his work buddies, so you could have a little bit of peace for at least a few hours.
After your load of laundry was finished, you brought your clean clothes and some snacks up to your room, prepared to hole up for the night. You put on a movie, but suddenly found yourself distracted from watching it, as your mind kept wandering back to...
Lip.
Wait, Lip?
No, no โ you could not be thinking about him. You had to remind yourself, he was off limits to you. You were playing a dangerous game.
But, then again... you were just thinking about him. Who would really know if you had a little fantasy you just had to get out of your system? Then you'd never think about him in that way again! It was totally fine, wasn't it?
So, you let your mind wander, drifting into those dangerous thoughts that you had scolded yourself for moments prior. Your hand drifted down to the front of your shorts, past your dampening panties, and your fingers slowly teased through your folds.
This was so dirty and wrong.
Still, thoughts of Lip danced around your brain as you slipped a finger inside your cunt while your thumb teased your clit. The thoughts of him made you quicken your pace, thumb rubbing in tight circles, a second finger now pumping in and out of your weeping hole, and all you had to do to finish was curl your fingers in just the right spot and...
God, you just made yourself cum thinking about Lip Gallagher, you felt... a little bit disgusting. But, now it was out of your system at the very least. You got up, used the bathroom and washed your hands. Surely, those thoughts plaguing you would fully disappear now.
You slept pretty well that night, and now that your mind was a Gallagher free zone, you could focus on the day ahead. You treated yourself to your favourite smoothy on your way to class, and then it hit you like a train โ today was a class with Youens, and Lip. God fucking dammit.
Shaking your head, you slipped into your seat with your laptop and smoothie, and turned your eyes to Youens... the old drunk bastard, fast asleep at his desk, shocking to nobody at this point. So, you had no choice but to look at Lip, beginning to teach the class once it started.
You got it out of your system, so why were you so nervous all of the sudden?
Probably because seeing him made you wonder, what would it be like to experience the real thing? Lip touching you, going down on you, even fucking you...
No!
You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath, pushing those thoughts from your head for the time being. Once you opened your eyes, you noticed Lip looking at someone else in the class, and you decided to fake a yawn to see who he was looking at.
Some bleached blonde, it seemed like she was mouthing to him, "you wanna fuck?"
And he seemed pretty interested. So, maybe sex was the only thing he was interested in with literally any woman he encountered. That was perfectly fine.
Besides, you didn't actually like him, he was just masturbation material...
Right?
Maybe this weekend you would actually go to one of those frat parties your friends kept trying to drag you too. Surely, you could get Lip off your mind by having some actual sex. Only time would tell.
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