#sof baby

[snowy-bones]

I'm weak, his cuteness has captured my heart and made me bring him flowers. 💐🌷🌹🪻🌼🌻🌺💐!!!!

*such a happy bumble! *its amazing how such a fluffy bumble can fit into such a tiny flower!

[randomoutsiders]

this could be a dialogue or a headcanon you can decide! but I have this idea of lip as a guy that is always teasing you and/or scolding but he doesn't like it when other people do? like yeah you're a bit a brat sometimes and he has to put you in your place, but if mickey starts calling you a brat right after he knows you got punished and you start getting a little teary he's pulling you into him, rubbing your back and shaking his head at him with a semi warning look (though he does think it's funny how easy you are), "no she's not, she's a good girl" :') idk if this makes any sense but its in my head and I had to share

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your limbs are already heavy, discomfort twinging at your navel, and hair at the nape of your neck sticky with drying sweat.

fiona, carl and debbie are gone for the night, lost in some unknown adventure with jimmy-steve or whatnot, therefore leaving the gallagher household barren save for you, ian, lip and mickey.

you and lip had retreated to the upstairs earlier on in the night, with quick footsteps, wiggling fingers into ribcages and pinches at your backside.

however, now you're returning to the darkening living room, unaccompanied by the male, and therefore a bit... absent. you're thumbing over the thin material of your silken shorts, gifted to you by his truly, standing pigeon-toed at the base of the stairs.

"why you standing like that?" mickey immediately quips, arm curled over the back of the couch, half-full beer bottle supported by three fingers.

"what? sorry." you immediately budge, ambling over to the couch beside him.

"who said you could sit here?" mickey snips.

"go away. stop being so mean." heavy tears immediately weigh at your waterline and you turn cheek, nuzzling a palm under your chin and finding sudden fascination with the front door.

mickey's lips part as if to bite back, but then lip is gallivanting down the steps, new cigarette in his left hand, lighter in the right.

"watch you two watching?" he leans over the couch, fingers gently cradling the top of your skull and scratching there. "y'good, princess?"

your head bobs very slightly, and he turns around the bend of the couch, plopping down beside you and placing a soft kiss against your temple.

"no, she's being a fuckin' brat." mickey finally gets his word in.

"no i'm not!" the tears immediately become more than just a daunting thought, and they're streaking your cheeks.

"easy, easy." lip sighs, coaxing you into his lap. "no need for tears now, come on." he hums, giving his brother's boyfriend a foreboding glare.

"i'm not a brat." you warble, tucking your knees into your chest, ear pressed against his clothed chest.

"no, baby, you're a good girl..." he glances down at you, one more kiss against the crown of your skull. "my good girl. don't let some asshole -" he kicks softly at mickey's exposed shin. "-tell you otherwise."

[batpupp]

[catholicpunk]

fav youtuber??

ooOoh garrett watts, i love him so much he’s a babe

[randomoutsiders]

lip talking to mickey (or someone else? I cant think of any of his friends) and telling them how subby and malleable you get and they're like. " yeah right 🙄" and he calls you over and does/says something that instantly gets you all cloudy :')))

"There's no fuckin' way." Mickey snorts, raising the cup of whiskey to his lip. "Looks like a fuckin' brat from over here."

"Oh, she is." Lip shakes his head, switching his beer bottle from one hand to the other. "But she's so fucking... malleable. I can say one thing and she'll turn to mush in my hands."

"I don't believe it." The other male shakes his head. "Fuckin' prove it."

"y/n!" He calls you from across the room, where you're having a conversation with Debbie.

"Sorry, love, I'll be right back." You smile at the girl, turning on your heel to flaunt over to the male.

"What's up?" You raise your eyebrows, expectant for an inquiry.

He reaches forward, curling his fingers around your dangling ones. "You bein' good, bunny?" He cocks his head to the side, moving his digits so that he can brush the pads of his fingers over the exposed flesh of your thigh.

Warmth immediately paints your cheeks as you curl in on yourself, fingers twisting around each other. Although subtle, both males notice the action of you crossing one leg over another, a motion to soothe the sudden heartbeat between them.

"Hmm." You affirm, gnawing on your bottom lip.

"Big girl words."

"Yes. I'm being good." You murmur bashfully.

"Atta girl." He coos before turning to wink at Mickey. "Told you so."

[randomoutsiders]

sitting on lip's lap at a party or smth and your brain starts getting a little foggy and you're so needy that you start humping his leg without realizing 😵💫

He doesn't realize it at first, for you're draped over his lap and unmoving as you nestle your head into the crook of his neck and nurse at the small cup of wine in your grasp.

But then, when you get up to go refill said cup, you return to assume a different position. You don't quite slip over both of his thighs, but rather one of them, perched happily as you take in the party scene and observe the various Gallagher family members flaunt around happily.

He doesn't even notice it then, but then your hand shoots out, anchoring your figure with another hand against his other thigh, fingers digging into the flesh of his quad. He's curious, then, as you adjust your weight on his thigh.

But then you're fixing your skirt around you, in such a way that your covered cunt is pressed against the harsh fabric of his jean-clad thigh. His eyebrows knit in confusion, for you've never been one for exhibitionism, and you're continuing to adjust yourself.

And then you're starting, fingers getting so tight around his muscle as your hips stutter in their movement, your clit dragging against the material.

He doesn't say anything at first, just sipping languidly at his beer as he observes you with a cocky smile. That is until you pick up the pace, low whines that only he can pick up slipping from your tongue.

That's when he sits up straight, winding a muscled arm around your middle and tugging you back into your chest. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

It's an angry, snarled whisper against the shell of your ear.

"Want it. Want it so bad."

"Alright, alright." He sighs, slipping his fingers inconspicuously slipping under the fabric of your dress. "You better be quiet, though, y'needy fucking thing. Otherwise, your ass will be painted in colors tonight."

[randomoutsiders]

crybaby reader going to rem when sirius is being a meanie :(( and he coddles her <33

"What's wrong, bunny?" Remus coos, brushing the hair away from your face so that the tendrils don't stick to your warm tears. "Use your words."

"He's being mean." You hiccup, teeth worrying your bottom lip as you careen forward, seeking the warmth of the male's embrace.

"Who's being mean?" He further inquires, pressing a hand to the back of your head to press you closer into his shoulder.

"Siri!" Your voice trembles with trepidation as you quiver in his firm grasp.

"He's a bit of a meanie, isn't he? What did he do this time?"

"Called me brainless."

[randomoutsiders]

getting bratty and fussy with lip but he knows you're just tired so he just coos at you and is all soft but hella condescending <33

"No, stop that!" You twist, pushing away his large hands from grappling at your hips. "Don't want it!"

"I know, baby. I know. You don't like this, don't you?" He hums, forcing you to look in his direction so that he can brush the hair away from your face. "And you just want Daddy t'take care of you, huh?"

Your face is set in a defiant look, your nose wrinkling with disdain.

"Aw, pretty baby." It comes out in a patronizing chuckle, a finger tapping at your inner thigh and thus forcing the limbs to part. "I don't care what you want. Daddy's the smart one here, isn't he? Now we've gotta listen."

And then he's forcing the warm cloth between your legs, using the cleaning implement to clean up the mess of fluids coating your cunt.

"Ow!" You argue, fingers digging into the muscle of his bicep as you jerk and attempt to squirm away.

"It hurts, doesn't it, sweetheart?" He hums. "I know, Daddy's so mean, isn't he? He's almost done though, just one more second."