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YOU KNOW THEM DREADHEADS DO IT THE BEST👹

YOU KNOW THEM DREADHEADS DO IT THE BEST👹

you poor thing, sweet mourning lamb (18+)

summary: you trust Lip to never compel you. This being said, he wants to try something new in the bedroom

title from: "Ptolemaea" by Ethel Cain

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: could this be considered blood play?? is all vampire sex blood play? MDNI!!! afab reader genitalia, vaginal oral sex, edging/orgasm denial, vaginal fingering, TVD style compulsion (consensually), biting (surprise??)

side note: welcome back TVD-Shameless au, everyone say hi to heretic Lip Gallagher we love him

divider by @strangergraphics

"Please, baby.." Lip bites softly at your jaw. The attention to your jaw and his begging has you pressing your heel against your core to alleviate some of the pressure building.

"Lip- I don't know- I don't think that-" You're cut off with a moan as Lip nips softly at your carotid.

Lip removes himself from your neck, looking at you with wide eyes. The look he gives you is pleading, and you can feel your fight slipping.

"Please, baby... 'S the only way to be sure.. Promise you'll feel so, so good.. If you don't, we'll stop, and I won't do it again.. Even get you some vervain, make sure it doesn't happen again.." Lip's asking you so nicely, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of your inner thigh.

He brings his other hand to cradle the side of your face softly as you mess with the fabric of his shirt. Lip knew you trusted him to not compel you, so there was never a need for you to hold onto vervain. He discouraged your relaxed mindset, often telling you about the dangers of other vampires who would want to compel you.

However, what he was offering tonight wasn't the usual compulsion you were worried about. The only thing Lip was suggesting was testing to see if he could prolong your own release.

The idea intrigued you, to say the least. You don't give it too much more thought before you're nodding, "Yeah... Okay, okay.."

Lip's eyes light up, gaze dancing across your face to make sure there's no signs of discomfort.

"Oh, baby... Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Lip starts to pepper your face with kisses, biting softly when he kisses over your cheek and jaw. "Gonna feel so good, I promise.."

Lip pulls away from you and brings both hands to hold your face, rubbing softly against your cheekbones. His eyes are intense as he looks into yours.

"You're not gonna come until I say so," Lip's voice is firm and authoritative, further stoking the fire in your belly. You watch the way his pupils dilate as he speaks. "Gonna tell me if it becomes too much or you don't like it."

All you can do is nod, not entirely sure if you're meant to feel different because of his words. He gives you a soft smile before he kisses you gently.

Lip guides you to lay back against the bed, his body moving fluidly with yours as you fall back. He's quick to trail kisses over your shirt and down your body, tugging your shorts and underwear down your legs as he kneels on the floor in front of you.

He starts with soft kisses along the inside of your knee, slowly trailing up your thigh to where you need him the most. You whine softly when he stops in the middle of your thigh, sucking hard against the skin before soothing the spot with his tongue.

The feeling of Lip's teeth sinking into your thigh makes you groan loudly. You can't help how you buck your hips off the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets to keep yourself grounded. His tongue traces softly around the punctures in your skin, hand squishing your thigh to coax out more blood. Lip's other hand lays flat against your stomach, applying a soft pressure as he pushes your hips back onto the mattress.

When you look down, your gaze meets his, pupils blown wide as he laps softly at the source of blood coating his lips. The view makes you dizzy and whine softly. He abandons the bite to kiss farther up your thigh. Placing a kiss right above your clit, moving his mouth lower.

The feeling of Lip's canine tickling against your clit makes you gasp. His breath is warm against your core. He's quick to replace his fang with his tongue, licking a stripe up from your slit to your clit.

Lip laps softly at your hole, bringing his hand lower to rub tight circles against your clit with his thumb. When he pulls his mouth away from you, your hips attempt to chase him. He huffs softly against your skin, the sound muffled slightly. His tongue is quickly replaced with the tips of his wet fingers, his thumb is replaced with his mouth softly sucking against your nub as he slowly inserts his two fingers.

His now free hand slips away from your body and you can only assume what he's doing based on the groans he's releasing against your clit. The vibrations of his voice and feeling of his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you his intoxicating. When he removes his mouth from you with a kiss, you feel his tongue prod at the puncture wounds on your thigh, tracing the drops that slipped down your skin.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening and feel the way your walls clench around Lip's fingers. However, the feeling of your release washing over you never comes. You can't help but whine at the feeling, bucking your hips into Lip's hand in an attempt to find a way to loosen the knot in your stomach. He holds his hand still, letting you fuck yourself on his fingers, letting you get increasingly frustrated as you chase a release you can't find.

"Lip.." You whine softly, lifting your hips off the bed, his arm following the motion of your body easily.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asks you, feigning innocence, tilting his head to the side.

"Please- Need to-" You're cut off by your own moan when Lip leans forward to suck gently on your clit. He's gone as quick as he was there, slipping his fingers out of you gently.

Lip pulls away from your core to tug off his shirt, tossing it somewhere towards the end of your bed. He brings one of his hands from your hip to hold your jaw, keeping you from looking away from him as his rolls his hips against your own. Your eyes roll back, not containing the way your hips rut into his own. Lip takes advantage of your open mouth, bringing you into a sloppy kiss.

The kiss is tangy with blood and your slick, coating his lips and tongue as he explores your mouth. He can't help the way he groans into your mouth, rutting his hips against yours. The kiss is quickly broken as you moan into his mouth, both of you panting against the others' lips.

Your brain is dizzy, your body jittery, and on edge as it holds back your release.

"Lip.." You whine, tugging at his shirt and trying to bring him impossibly closer.

"Feel good, baby?" He asks you, breathing heavily above you.

"Mhm.." All you can do is nod, moving your hands down to tug at the waistband of his boxers.

"Look at you.." Lip chuckles softly. "Got y'all turned around, don't I?"

You nod again, not really taking in any of the words he's saying. You can't help but whine when he moves back from you, mourning the loss of his warmth against your skin.

Lip tugs off his boxers, kicking them to the floor and pushing up your shirt to expose your chest. He's quick to kiss along your chest, placing a sharp nip over your heart. Lip pulls back when you gasp softly, watching droplets of blood slowly roll down your chest. The feeling of his tongue has you arching your chest into his face, breathing heavily.

Lip places a soft kiss to the broken skin, kissing along your collarbone and up to your jaw. The open mouth kisses he places along your skin make you whine, turning your face to capture his lips with yours.

"Gonna feel so good, I promise... Just gotta hold out a little longer, baby.." Lip kisses you shortly before lining himself with your entrance.

"Promise you're going to feel so, so good.." He tells you gently as he starts to slowly push in.

It's going to be a long night.

ೃ⁀➷ sk8er boi!

a/n: skater geto teaching u how to skate! 🫶🏼 i wanna make this a series so bad, how they met, y/n meeting geto’s friends, maybe even smut… at the skate park… ehe. mainly it was this on twt who made me wanna write this!!!

word count: 1.4k

“lookie there,” you feel a nudge from your side from your friend before looking up at the group of skaters that walk past. and amongst them, you can pick out their oversized t-shirts and baggy pants that never seem to show their actual physique, along with their skateboards tucked snugly under their arms.

“you got over your crush yet?” another friend cuts in, eyeing them with a scowl on her face as they walk past and you resist the urge to say that you’re dating one of them. as far as you know, their reputation precedes them and they’ve been nothing but “trouble” — but you’ll believe it when you see it.

“shut up,” you laugh, nudging her back before geto catches your eye. he tries not to give you a little wave, the ones he gives you when you’re safely home from across the road and the ones when he’s chucking rocks at your window. “and they’re not all bad, you know.”

“just because you had a term with geto suguru to work on a project doesn’t change my mind.”

and you don’t blame her, either, especially with how shitty last year’s seniors were. naoya, mahito, jogo — they were pieces of shit that thought messing up the school, disrupting class and moaning at the back of the assembly hall was fun, and thank god they were gone. stigma does tend to remain, though. 

walking felt like ages — out of campus, into the courtyard — something that you were wishing didn’t take up so much time, “well, this is where we part. see you guys tomorrow!” hugging your friends, you eye geto and his friends try to look uninterested, obviously waiting for your friends to leave for good. gojo trips over something and you giggle, almost caught red-handed when your friend pulls away from the embrace.

“what are you giggling at?”

you swallow, struggling to hold eye contact, “nothing! just thought of something funny, haha, s’all.”

“okay…” inwardly sighing, you see that she doesn’t suspect a thing, while your other friend didn’t exactly care about your little slip-up. “is dinner still on tomorrow?”

you can faintly see suguru groaning and complaining and this time you bite your lip to suppress another laugh, nodding furiously to the question before they walk in the opposite direction. you’re thankful they live in the same area. finally, they’re gone for good, but you wait for them to be out of sight for a minute before you’re waving your boyfriend and his friends over.

“(y/n), when are you gonna tell your friends? you know that i can’t keep my mouth shut for long—” gojo gets a smack on his back by choso, the three share laughter, and it usually goes like this (even with gojo trying his best to keep your secret under wraps), but the thing that always manages to surprise you is how geto greets you. sometimes, he brings flowers. other times, he twirls you around if he’s excited, and maybe if he’s feeling tame, he settles for a peck on the cheek or temple or lips. safe to say, geto suguru is obsessed with you. 

“hey,” geto grins, smoothly bringing you in with an arm while the other carries his skateboard, “ready to go?” you’re about to answer him when his friends cut in noisily (how your friends don’t hear him is beyond you) and you think they’re going to shout something insulting like the boys you see in movies — even when they’ve shown how much they love you as geto’s girlfriend.

“make sure geto doesn’t fall off his skateboard!” choso bursts into laughter at gojo’s statement, “have fun, you lovebirds.”

suguru gives them the finger and tells them to piss off, but you just giggle at their quips as they head off to a fast-food restaurant. your boyfriend only adores the interaction from afar; when you turn to face him again, his eyebrow is raised and a little smile forms and you have to look at his chest to avoid his piercing stare.

“you’re too cute,” he notes nonchalantly, and today, he’s quiet and silently loving, pressing a quick peck to your cheek. “how’s your friends?”

you sigh, brushing geto’s signature bangs out of his face, “not coming ‘round. they’re convinced all skater boys are devils.”

“it’s alright, i don’t blame them. our seniors were crap.” geto swiftly takes your hand in his, ignoring the tingly feeling when you interlace his fingers with yours. “ever since the incident, they’ve been kicked out and banned from the skate park, so it’s good we don’t interact with them even after they’ve graduated.”

“yeah, it’s great.”

“it is?” the smile geto gives you is teasing, “you’re great too.”

you roll your eyes, but don’t deny the heat on your cheeks. “yeah, yeah, whatever. let’s just go.”

you love geto, you do, but sometimes, you shouldn’t let him talk you into things — as excited as you were for this day, thinking of riding on a skateboard and actually being on it were two different things.

“baby, if it helps, maybe you could keep your arms out,” geto shouts from across the skate park, being extremely optimistic after seeing you balance on it. moving was another story though.

“i just— can’t, i always feel like falling!” you shout back, landing on a leg to stop the slow moving skateboard (if it was even really moving). even holding out your arms didn’t work, the familiar beat of your heart always speeding up when you feel like you’re going to fall.

“maybe i’m not ready yet.”

the other frowns, jogging over, “no, maybe we’re taking it too fast. c’mon, up you go.”

he ushers you back onto the board, clutching tightly onto your hands like a toddler on their first steps. it made you look stupid, heck, you feel stupid, but geto only offers a soft smile, placing kisses on both hands.

“maybe i should’ve guided you with my hands. or would you rather we…” he grins, moving his hands to your waist and you shriek, immediately grabbing hold of his forearms, “slow dance style.”

loud laughter escapes you, so distracted and focused on his face that you don’t even notice geto dragging you along until you’ve completed a small distance. the ride feels easy enough, and soon he takes his hands off your waist with a grin.

“that’s my darlin’!”

“huh?”

his laughter is like sunshine and rain and everything you like, his jet black hair blowing in the soft breeze.

“you’re moving, baby!”

“shit, am i?” your legs aren’t wobbling any more, nor do your feet feel heavy. you’re able to stop the skateboard and start, albeit slowly, but you’re still able to get somewhere without any help. “i am! su, look!”

“i am looking,” geto’s laughter subsides into a smile, pleasantly surprised when the board vanishes below you and you’re taken up into the air suddenly. you’re flying in his arms, face inches from his while you’re holding tightly to make sure you don’t slip. “and she is looking stunning as always.” heat creeps up your neck to your face, and you’re glad you can blame it on the sun at least.

“you’re not looking so bad yourself, skater boy,” even on the skateboard, it’s difficult to reach his height, but you love it anyway: dangly arms around his frame, body weight supported effortlessly by the skater.

“i’ll teach you how to do an ollie next,” geto knows it’s far from your intended to-do list today, so he kisses you, geto suguru kisses you to (partially) distract you, swallowing your surprise, but he also kisses you because he likes (loves) it. he has you wrapped up in his arms, sweating to the bone from the scorching rays and the rush of adrenaline through his veins, and you unknowingly untangle his hair from those chains of his.

“i’m going to die attempting an ollie,” you giggle, breath mixing with his after the heated kiss.

“or we could just kiss, instead, princess.”

one day. one day you’ll tell your friends and you’ll receive the brunt of their disapproval, but here in this old skate park, you’re willing to miss a few hours of studying to be with your skater, lover boy.

sigh. when will a broody skater boy who acts all tough and bad but is actually all soft for his girl gonna come along

I got caught up in a bigger project and end-of-semester work and;.... like..,.,. forgot I had a blog in which Im supposed to post stuff So, here, have some Sunday doodles! Penacony please come soon.........

bro that would be so good…. sylus does have my heart and rafeyel too!

and when i write a mafia romance au based off of sylus from love and deepspace then what???

As real as I can be.

Saw a Pedro stan acc do this on twt and got inspired to make one with Oscar as well. Which table are y’all sitting at 🤭