Characters: Lip Gallagher x reader, Fiona, Ian, Debbie, V
Summary/ Request: How do you think lip would react if fwb that they've known each other forever ends up coming to the house in the middle of the night in the middle of winter with sleep shorts and a tank top with socks, covered in bruises
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: Parent abuse, physically abuse
A/N: PROTECTIVE LIP AHHHHH!!!! I just love him and know he'd protect reader at ALL COST! All mistakes are mine as I am sometimes too lazy to proof read but I hope you enjoy!! Let me know what you think!! <3
You are in a daze.
Your frail body shakes as the sudden flashbacks of yelling and pushing and crying continue to play in your head. Trying to understand, to comprehend what in the hell just happened. Thinking a million thoughts yet completely nothing at all. Your head aches, the shooting pressure builds, beating against your skull.
The snow crunches under your steps, soaking through your socks as you stumble to keep yourself up right. The icy wind causes you to tremble more than the horrors of the night. Barely able to keep your eyes open wide enough to see where you are going.
Having no particular destination in mind but here you are standing outside Lip Gallagher’s house, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, begging to be let in.
Lip has been the person you’ve leaned on for almost every bullshit thing that has happened in your life, understanding each other on a deeper level. It was only recently that your relationship with Lip became sexual but your connection was much more than that. And unfortunately neither of you have the guts to make it anything more than just friends who sleep together.
Your knocking rapidly increases, quickly becoming impatient until you hear the lock on the other side click and the porch light turn on. Coming face to face with his older sister Fiona who’s look of annoyance quickly washes over with concern, brows furrowing, mouth open in shock as she stares at your fragile body, wearing only a cotton tank top, small boxer shorts and socks shielding you from the cold. Your exposed skin is covered in purple bruises, deepening in color with every second that you tremble in front of her.
Immediately snatching one of the jackets off the hook behind her and wrapping it around your shoulders as she pulls you inside. Goosebumps lining your skin as the warm, inside air circles around you. The pain is no longer from the cold but from the aching bruises.
And while your world has been turned upside down, a happy boy on the next street over is fighting a huge grin as he walks back home.
The extra skip in Lip’s step was from the wonderful night he just spent with Karen, mainly the sex part. Their relationship has become more positive and Lip hopes that they are finally going to make it more official, like boyfriend/ girlfriend official, no one else on the side.
But...becoming official with Karen means that he will no longer get to see you...at all. Karen is hugely jealous of your relationship with Lip. The inside jokes, the constant hanging out, the connection that she sees that you two are obviously oblivious to. And the only way that she agreed to making things official with Lip is that he will have to cut off all ties with you.
Lip is feeling torn, picking between you and Karen should be so easy for him but these past couple of months, especially when you add sex into the equation, makes him question everything. He lets out one more deep breath, the fog floating in front of him as he knows that tomorrow he will finally have to tell you that you can’t be friends anymore. Knowing that the outcome is going to be disastrous.
Skipping every other skip as he jogs up the stairs of the back porch, a curious thought enters his mind as he notices all the lights shining into the darkness of the night and the door unlocked as he jiggles the handle. Walking into the warm kitchen, unwrapping his scarf and shrugging off his jacket, dismissing the items onto the table until some unknown later time.
The commotion from the front end of the house travels around his body as he stumbles to kick off his boots, catching himself on the wall by the stairs to stop himself from falling over. Peaking around the corner, trying to understand the roaring chaos that fills that Gallagher house tonight.
Ian comes down the stairs, his hand placed on his forehand and the other holds a phone tightly to his ear. Practically arguing with the person on the other line, speaking some details about a house over on Gilmore Street.
Gilmore Street…that’s where you live.
Lip’s interest suddenly peaked, his face asking a plain question towards his younger brother…what the hell is going on here?
But Ian waves him off, continuing on his story on how the police need to check on the house now and how something really fucked up happened.
Lip stands there dumbfounded, trying to figure out this super confusing situation that he just walked into. His attention floats elsewhere as the two women in the next room talking abruptly loud. If he didn't know Fiona and V personally, then he would think hat they are arguing. Walking closer to the dining room but not actually in the room itself, Lip watches their interaction.
Their movements are elaborate and complex. Fiona runs fingers through her hair, tossing it to one side, passing the hard floor beneath her. The conversation between them is making no sense to Lip, something about having to wait until tomorrow and trying to solve some problem.
Lip stands still, his mind trying to piece the puzzle together from the small details that he has been given. But how could he, when it feels like everyone is talking in code. Like it's some top secret event that he can't know anything about.
Feeling something graze his side, bringing him back to reality to see Debbie walk between the two women towards the living room. In her hands a mug with steam coming from it. Walking quickly to the couch where she hands the mug to a girl. Lip following Debbie's same movements to get a better look at who's in his house. Eyes wide when it see that it's you...
A confused look freezes on his face as he studies your body. Your shaky hands reach out towards the mug as the warm contains seeping through the glass cup through your body. Your eyes fixated in front of you, as if the small girl standing in front of you isn’t actually there. Your chest heaving rapidly, breathing heavily through your nose. Knees bruised, shaking together.
It is as if the dam that keeps the water of emotions behind a strong wall suddenly shatters. The instant fire spreads through Lip’s body as he sees your weak state. The walls of decorum crumble as his hands turn into fist and his jaw locks. The blood making his face bright red, moving quickly to your side, his knees hitting into the wooden floors hard as he practically pushes Debbie out of the way so he is kneeling in front of you.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” Lip voice breaks through the chaos of the house as he holds onto your shoulders, shaking slightly but your gaze would shift to meet his, “What happened, tell me!” He whines, the pain mixed with anger driving his actions.
“Don’t yell at her dummy.” Fiona shouts as she comes over, grabbing Lip off the floor so they are face to face.
“What the fuck is going on?” The spit spewing from his mouth, his hand signaling towards you and why you are bruised and bleeding and hurt. Why you? Why you?
“We don’t know. Your little girlfriend just showed up here like 10 minutes ago.” V crosses her arms behind Fiona.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Lip quickly remarks, the comment would have stung you more if you can actually concentrate but tonight is not the night for you to be dwelling over how Lip Gallagher feels about you.
Your soft voice speaks his name.
Lip coming to you again, “Hey,” Lip’s kind eyes are on you, his touch now gentle as his heart aches.
Eyes shaking as they meet him, glossing over as a tear slips down your cheek. But you struggle to get any words out.
“Just tell me what happened?” His hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears, “Please tell me.”
Gulping hard, your trembling body making the liquid in your mug move, hesitating as you say, “My dad."
“He got out?”
“From where?” Debbie asks.
Lip groans, hate having to explain further, “Prison. Shut up.” Debbie rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed.
“Th-this morning.” The words feel like cotton balls in your mouth.
“He did this to you?” Standing up immediately, “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. Get the bat Ian.” He points towards his brother who instantly follows his orders.
The tears start flowing now, the snob leaking from your nose. Your body collapsing as the abuse of the night finally settles in causing you lose yourself.
“Lip.” Deb pulls Lip's attention back to you.
“She needs you right now buddy. You can beat the son-of-a-bitch up tomorrow.” Fiona patting his back before leaving the room.
And he knew Fiona was right. He didn't need to be this guy who beat the shit out of some low-life, that isn't going to make him a hero to you. Lip needs to be here for you now, comfort you, take care of you. Be the man that you need.
He realized why you came over to his house, looking for him at your darkest moment. Understanding that you and him can spend hours together without saying a word. Be closer, more intimate then sex with Karen will ever be. It was always going to be you, he was always going to pick you.
Wrapping his arms around you as you sob deeper against his chest, shushing as he rocks you, "I've got you." Kissing the top of your head. The instantly relief coating your body.
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summary when you ignorantly ask roman to put a baby in you, he has no problem w it.
— 18+ pairing: roman reigns x innocent!reader
warning mind corruption, daddy kink, praise kink, dirty talk, cunnilingus, raw sex, breeding kink, impregnation,
Roman sat on the couch, his muscular frame relaxed as his eyes followed your every move as you flitted around the room. You were super quiet and timid, your innocent nature making you a bit of a birdbrain at times. Roman found it endearing, and he often used your naivety to his advantage, though always with a touch of tenderness.
“Come here, baby,” Roman’s deep voice broke the silence.
You looked up from the book you were holding, a sweet smile playing on your lips. You loved when he called you that.
“Yes, Daddy?” you asked, your voice soft as you padded over to him, the skirt he insisted you wear swishing around your thighs. He had a rule: no panties around the house, just skirts. He always had a reason, a sweet excuse that you believed without question.
As you reached him, Roman pulled you into his lap, his strong hands sliding up your bare thighs. You blushed, a fluttery feeling in your stomach as he guided you to straddle him. His eyes held a mischievous glint as he pressed you against him, making you gasp.
“Daddy likes it when you’re close,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. “And it’s good for you too, baby. Helps you relax.”
You nodded, trusting his words. Roman always knew what was best for you. His hands roamed your back as he began to grind you gently against him. Your breaths quickened, a mix of confusion and pleasure swirling in your mind.
“D-daddy…”
“You’ve been reading those books I got you?” Roman asked, his voice low. He had bought you a stack of novels, insisting you read for at least thirty minutes each day. He said it was for your education, to help you learn and grow.
You nodded again, your cheeks flushing. “Yes, Daddy. They’re... interesting.”
He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. “Good girl. They’re important. Teach you things you need to know.”
The books were dark romance and erotica, filled with intense and passionate scenes that left you blushing and your heart racing. You didn’t fully understand everything, but you trusted Roman’s judgment. You found yourself pondering over the book that you’d just read, it explained how babies were made, in a way that was both detailed and explicit.
“Daddy,” you began hesitantly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “I-I learned how babies are made, can you pretty please put one in me?”
“Of course, baby. Daddy will take care of everything. You just have to trust me, okay?”
You nodded, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness. Roman’s hands slid down to your hips, gripping you firmly as he guided your movements. Roman’s touch was both commanding and gentle, guiding you with ease.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” he murmured before kissing your neck. “Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”
The sensation of being so close, of trusting him completely, was overwhelming. You only smiled and quickly nodded in response as you laid back onto the chair. Roman helped you remove your skirt before moving his face down between your legs, glancing up at you sweetly as he pushed your thighs apart.
He tasted your growing wetness, humming at the taste of your nectar. His nose occasionally rubbed your sensitive clit, making your body tremble ever so slightly. You began angling your hips for better friction and grabbed onto his hair. You were unaware of how much this turned Roman on, you didn’t understand what you were doing but he did. He grips your thighs tightly as his tongue flicked against your pussy, the obscene sounds of slurping and sucking filled the room. The immense pleasure drove you insane, making you more and more anxious to be filled with his dick.
“Uhn! D-daddyyyy!” You squirm in pleasure. You closed your eyes as you began falling apart, arching off the head of the chair as you moaned out Roman’s name. He quickly grabbed your waist, grounding you as you convulsed.
“Do you know what you just did, princess?”
You nodded, looking at him hazily as he backed up before revealing his member, stroking himself as he spoke to you.
“Tell me.”
“I-I came?”
“Good girl,” he chuckled. “You did! Open them legs up.”
You obeyed, gasping as he lifted your leg over his arm and lining himself up at your entrance. He peppered your face with kisses and soft praises as he pushed his way inside of you. “You feel so good baby,” he groaned.
You watch as he slides in and out of you, before removing himself and digging deeper into you. He watched you closely as your eyes closed and your body tensed up. “You’re okay, baby girl. Look right here,” he says, pointing to your belly button. “It’s gonna bulge with every thrust.”
“But why?”
He let out a small chuckle before grabbing your hand and placing it over the bulge, “This is where all of my cum goes,” He smirks, looking into your eyes. “Our baby goes in here.”
His own words made him twitch in your pussy. It didn’t take long for you to fall apart, your walls squeezing him tightly. You could feel yourself cumming onto him as he whispered in your ear, “Sweet girl…oh, you’re such a sweet girl.”
“Gonna give Daddy one more, okay princess?”
“Yes Daddy..”
You watched with glossy eyes as you have no choice but to as he rails you senseless. “Daddy’s perfect girl,” he says as his thrusts are already getting erratic, close to his own climax. Her mixture of wetness and cum began to drip down onto the sheets.
“Rub yourself while Daddy’s fucking you, princess.” He placed your hand onto your clit.
“L-Like this…?”
“Just like that, good girl.”
Your jaw dropped as you gasped, feeling the intensity of the pleasure that you were feeling. It was not long before you found a perfect rhythm. Your breath hitched for a moment as he hit a sweet spot inside of you, you could hardly find words to express how close you were as he continued to hit it. Roman began to praise you as he listened to your hitching breaths, soon your back arched as you came for a third time. He let out a moan and you could feel his seed flood your cunt. He fucked into you a few more times, making sure that you were filled completely before pulling out.
“No more, please, t-too much..” You stammered, voice cracking.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. I’m all done, for now.” He mumbled softly. And with that, you drifted off, knowing that you were safe and loved in the arms of the man who meant everything to you.
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