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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.
MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing ✭ bf!san x gn!reader
synopsis ✭ San is always available. Especially on your bad days.
content/genre ✭ fluff, comfort (no angst really. reader just cries over unnamed stress)
word count ✭ 1k
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There was a soft knock at your door. You knew who it was, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to get off the couch. He had a key anyway.
“Y/n?” you heard from outside the door, “Can I come in?”
He always asked no matter how many times you told him he didn’t have to. He waited a few beats for your response that never came before you heard his keys jingle. You threw your blanket over your head when you heard the key slide into the lock and the door click open.
“Love?” The door closed behind him as he made it into the front room where you burrowed under your blanket on the couch. You felt him kneel down beside you and slowly lift the blanket off your head.
You were hit with the cold air of the apartment, but you kept your eyes closed. “Are you pretending to sleep?”
He poked your cheek, “I know you’re not asleep, y/n.”
You groaned and threw a hand over your eyes, “Sannie…”
“I’m here, angel,” he said, peeling your hand from your face to kiss your knuckles.
Opening your eyes finally, you looked to see your lovely boyfriend looking at you softly. His eyes lit up slightly when they met yours. “Hi, how are you?”
You open your mouth to tell him, but just trying to recollect your awful day made your eyes start watering. You try to keep the tears back by keeping your eyes on the ceiling above you but they pool up at your waterline.
You can’t look him in the eyes or you know the tears will fall faster. You don’t want him to pity you. Just the thought of him feeling bad for you makes you sick to your stomach. He shouldn’t have to coddle you like this. You’re not a child. You’re an adult for fucks sake. It shouldn’t be this hard for you to recover from a bad day.
But when you feel his arm slip under your upper back, you let him lift you up. He slides onto the couch behind you and pulls you into his chest. Softly playing with your hair and rubbing your back. He tells you that it’s okay to cry. Even though he knows you hate crying in front of other people, he encourages you to let it out. Never once does he pressure you to give him the details of your day.
You bury your face in his chest as you cry. It’s hard not to feel bad at the wet spot on his shirt even though he’d tell you that you never have to feel bad for something so small. Your tears are hot, though, as they fall from your eyes. Pouring out uncontrollably because of how long you’d held them in.
It hurts San’s heart to see you like this. As much as he wants to be strong for you and as bad as he wants you to think that he’s unfazed by your outpour of emotion, he wishes he could take it all away. He’d keep all of you anxieties and heartaches on himself if he could. Seeing you so overwhelmed and falling apart on top of him is really hard for him to handle, but he stays strong for you. Because he knows that’s what you need.
When he notices that you’ve stopped crying, he lets you stay on his chest for a few more moments, running his fingers through your hair. Slowly, and after several minutes of silence, you push yourself off of his chest. You let his thumbs wipe the tears from your cheeks. You smile softly at his gesture, “I love you, Sannie.”
He smiles and kisses you on the forehead. “I love you too, y/n.”
Everything else went unsaid but was fully understood. He knew that it meant everything to you that he had showed up for you. And you knew that his love and devotion ran deeper than either of you could really understand.
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When San finally got you off the couch, he’d encouraged you to take a shower. He made sure to order food before he took his time to pick up your apartment a little bit. You had been so overwhelmed with work and family stuff that you didn’t really have any motivation to do laundry or keep your apartment tidy. But he knew how much a cluttered space just added to your anxiety.
He picked up the loose clothes scattered around your bedroom and put them in the wash hoping he’d be at least able to get through some of your laundry before he left. In the kitchen he washed your dishes and put them all away before grabbing your trash and taking it out to the dumpster.
Pushing the door you your apartment back open, he found you seated on the counter. Dressed in a fuzzy pair of pajama pants and an old t-shirt. When you saw him, you opened up your arms for him. He smiled and wrapped you in his own arms.
“You’re doing okay. You know that, right?” He whispered into your hair. You hesitated but nodded.
You took a deep breath, “Thank you for always being here, Sannie.”
He pulled away from your hair, still holding tight to your waist, “Of course. I’m here for you always. You know that.”
You smiled at him, “You didn’t have to do my laundry, though.”
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Are you complaining?”
“No,” you laughed, “you can come over here every day if your gonna always do my laundry.”
“Baby I have a key. I can come over whenever I want,” he teases. Though, you both know he never comes over without checking in with you first.
You giggled and leaned into him, kissing him softly. He smiled at you with his eyes when he pulled away. “Will you spend the night?” You ask, cupping his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his cheekbones.
“Of course,” he leaned into your touch, “I can tell everyone I’ll be a little late tomorrow.”
Shaking your head you said, “No, baby, you don’t have to do that.”
He reached into his back pocket to grab his phone, “Too late. I’m already doing it.”
You poked him in the chest, “Fine, but you have to go before noon.”
“Are you kicking me out?”
“No. You just can’t always skip work for me.”
He kissed you on the cheek, “I’m always available for you. Work can wait.”
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