#Carl Gallagher x reader

[ruerecs]

fanfic writers NEVER contemplate or apologise for your fic being over 3-5k words long, we readers LOVE longer fics!! anyways have a good day/night 🙂‍↕️

[s9fti3]

‘Hoppin’ off a jet ski’- Carl Gallagher Headcannons!!

• I will hold your hand while saying this, this boy has a mouth. He has said almost every insult in the book, any swear word that exists- he’ll even makeup new ones. His language is horrible and you’d have to smack him to his senses.

• He likes to be at your house any chance he can get. Home away from home basically. Its nicer there and isn’t as hectic. He can lay down in your bed and not have to hear someone down stairs yelling at someone not to get arrested or to stop breaking something.

• He has guilt that is unmatched. He hates the fact you can get him things, yet he can’t reciprocate. Of course he is thankful for all of it, but it stings him every time you get him something and he has nothing to offer. But promise, he’ll love on you the rest of the week. Hugs, kisses, holding hands, helping out with simple things, taking walks with you in some areas that are a little bit nicer from Southside Chicago.

• Would actually send letters while in juvie. Not all lovey dovey like he was in war, but not boring like sending an email to a professor of yours. It was just enough to keep you on the edge wanting him to send another, but have you practically begging him to add more info.

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WBC!Carl Gallagher x Rich/Northside!reader

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Your private school requires you to do community service, and you’re assigned to help out at a youth center in the Southside. It’s far from your usual environment, and you feel a bit out of place, but you’re determined to make the best of it. You could've gone to the pet center, like the other girls your age, but you desperately needed to get out of suburbia. Carl, who occasionally visits the center for free meals or to hang out, notices you the moment you walk in. You’re clearly not from around here, and he’s instantly curious about why someone like you would be spending time in his hood. At first, Carl’s interactions with you are laced with sarcasm and teasing. He pokes fun at your clean-cut appearance and the way you seem so out of your element, but there’s no real malice behind his words— mostly curiosity. I mean remember this is still Carl, just in the body of a wanna-be gangster

You actually responded to his quips just as quickly as he spoke them, but you also spoke with interest, most of it in your appearance

I'd believe that you aren't full a nepo baby, I like to headcanon that you'd be half or part southside, having spent time there young and maybe one of your parents married rich and such

But you do know how to make your words somewhat powerful, and that intrigues Carl, in a different way than trying to scam the other kids

You’re organizing supplies in the back room of the community center, stacking boxes of canned goods for the food drive. It’s your second day volunteering here, and you’re still getting used to the place. The door creaks open, and you glance up to see the same boy from yesterday leaning against the frame, watching you with an amused smirk. “You lost or something? This isn’t exactly the country club.” he says. Crossing his arms, he saunters into the room, eyes glinting with curiosity. Without missing a beat, you straighten up, brushing the dust off your hands before replying

“I could say the same thing. You don’t look like you’re here to volunteer.”

“Nah, just checking out the new blood. It’s not every day we get someone like you around here. You sure you can handle it? This place can get a little rough.”

“I’m tougher than I look. Besides, I’m not here to play it safe.”

“Is that right? Most people like you wouldn’t last a day down here. You must really be slumming it to end up in this part of town.”

“Real, huh? Well, you definitely found it. But be careful—get too close, and this place might suck you in.”

“Maybe I’m counting on it. I like a challenge, I guess I’ll just have to see for myself.”

He grins, finally extending a hand "Gallagher, Carl Gallagher" You reach for his hand, “Nice to meet you, Carl. Now, are you gonna help me with these boxes, or just stand there and look all pretty?”

After a few days of volunteering, (its mostly you guys talking) he invites you out with him on a 'tour'. You visit The Alibi, his corner, and he ends the trip by taking you to his house

The Gallagher house, if you could call it that, was way different than yours. Not just in size, but in functionality, you hear 3 different people screaming talking and a baby crying with loud video games noises in the background. Luckily, when Carl takes you to the basement which of course resembles what you identify as a 'mancave' there's no one there and its mostly silent

"So.. nice family uh- ya got there?" you joke, slightly uncomfortable in the bean bag he sits you on, the pleats of your plaid skirt ruffling up and you don't miss the way his eye flicker down and the way his cheeks blush peach "Um, y-yeah, it's not always like that but it usually is"

For Carl: it's weird that he's drawn to you, southside kids are literally raised to the 'eat the rich' mindset. Especially Gallaghers, but he couldn't help but want to spill everything he knows and even what he doesn't to you. So he does, he tells you about juvie, about the dysfunctionality of Gallaghers and their shit, fuck he even tells you about Monica

You guys talk for what comes across as hours. Part of him is scared that he opened up to quickly, but surprisingly you listen, without judgement. You even mention how you find some of his life similar to yours. The feelings of being ignored, or in your case paid to go away (which Carl finds not too bad).

As you speak, he moves from his beanbag chair to yours, inching and inching closer together you eventually are a breaths away from one another. You halt your speech, all your well thought out analogies fading away as you both look between the other's eyes and lips.

Carl speaks, "is it crazy.. that I find it really hot when you talk about being rich?" you pause, a sly smile reaching upon your face as you answer "no.. is it crazy that i find it really hot when you talk about being poor?"

More silence fills the room, then Carl brings his eyes straight down to your lips. "No" he whispers, as light as humanly possible

And that's when it happens. you lean in, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the rough-and-tumble image he usually projects. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch. The kiss starting out rushed, messy, and all over the place. But it's not lustful, more childish if anything and you both have no idea what you're doing.

His hand hesitantly moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. You respond in kind, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him even closer

When you finally pull back after what feels like forever, you’re both breathless, panting as your bodies gasp for air. Carl’s thumb gently returns and strokes your cheek, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. But all he finds is a soft smile and the lingering warmth of the kiss you just shared.

“Damn,” he mutters, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he leans back slightly, still keeping you close. “You’ve got me all messed up, you know that?" you respond

Then it hits you, that was your first kiss

and it was with Carl fucking Gallagher

[deaddcrow]

Was reading smut then suddenly got hit with the hardest reality check right now

[fandomout]

hi babe! ur a great writer, just letting u know

can i request a carl x reader where when they get kicked out in like s6, shes like this rich kid who bribes the bank into getting their house back? like the cops are kicking them out and she just pulls up with a notice, shoves it in their face and the cops leave? i think it’d be hilarious

lots of love🤍🤍🤍

Sorry about the late reply. I'm trying to get back into things. I hope you enjoy it.♥

Rich Reader helps Carl when they are getting evicted

Carl couldn’t stand what was happening to the house, but he wasn’t going to bring you into it.

He thought with Fiona’s loan looming over his head it seemed possible. After the auction, he didn’t want you finding out.

That particular early morning, you heard the sound of your parents popping champagne in the kitchen, and you walked up to them and asked, “What are you guys celebrating?”

You dad answers, “You know our top salesmen got a house bought in the area we are trying to buy out; When any of them go down, it just means another one, and another one, and ano-”

“I get it.”

Seeing yet again no response from Carl, out of sheer boredom you look over at the stack of papers on the kitchen counter top and you ask, “Do you mind if I take a look?” Your moms eyes go wide and reach for the papers, which causes the papers to fall.

In distaste, your mom says, “Look what you did.”

You apologize and help pick them up and a familiar picture catches your eye. It was the Gallagher house, having been sold and marked with the day before.

You stand up and shout, “What is this?!”

Your father responds nonchalantly, “Don’t get all riled up…”

“Why the hell would you do this?”

“Not us. It’s just apart of the workload. We didn’t do it personally.”

“Yeah I’m sure. You hate Carl.”

“Yes, we don’t like that boy you hang out with. However, we didn’t go looking to do this. It’s just a bonus.” You shake your head at them and leave the house.

You are on the way to the Gallagher house when you see Carl sitting on a bench at the school track with Nick.

You go up to him and shove him before screaming, “Why didn’t you fucking tell me, bone head?”

Nick stands up, and Carl waves him off. Nick goes onto his bike and begins to ride the track. You shove Carl once more and wait for a response. He yells, “What are you on about women?!”

“Don’t fucking start, Carl!”

The threat calms him down as he lowers his voice and says, “What is it Y/N? Geez…”

“Uhmm…I don’t know. Your house being sold.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?””

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Carl...It’s me.”

“You wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Ouch…However, fair.” He snickers. You put a hand on his shoulder and comment, “You can tell me anything Carl. I’m here for you whatever you need.”

“Well, really there isn't much to do. They outbid us last night…Even after Fiona getting a loan, and everyone else scraping up what they could.”

“I could’ve helped.”

“No. Fiona didn’t want my money. I doubt she’d want yours. She wouldn't’ have taken it.”

“But, still-”

Carl's phone rings. It was Debbie, and she was freaking out. You could hear it as she yelled, “I need you like fucking now!” Carl looks over to you and says, “The cops are taking our stuff out.” You stand up and tell him, “Well, let's go.” Carl waves Nick over, and you head over to the house.

You can’t believe the sight of the he cops just taking their things out the house and throwing them like nothing. Carl notices that you haven’t moved from your spot and asks, “You’re not coming?”

“I have to do something. Before i go-” You hug Carl close, which gave you the chance to grab at Carl's gun.

You weren’t sure you’d need it, but something instinctive told you to take it,

Getting home, your quick to find the paper from the morning, you call the new owners, as you get ready to print a new contract that you’ve seen your parents make time and time again.

“Hello, thank you for your latest purchase without us. I was just calling to see if we could finish some final things today.” As they agree, you continue to say, “Great. Where can we meet?...A cafe? Would you mind texting the address to this number? Okay. I’ll see you there.”

Having all you paperwork, you rush to your room clearing out your savings and grabbing your checkbook. Then, you head over towards the city.

The couple look at you surprised, and they say,

“I’m sorry I thought we were supposed to be-”

“Meeting my parents?”

“I’m sorry for all the confusion.” You present an envelope to the table. “You recently bought that house; Now, my friend is going to be homeless. I know this isn’t your problem. However, I can still make this even better. I’ve got about 300,000 its way more than the cost you paid for the house and with that you could probably buy a new house. I have this contract of you releasing the house and your money from the auction will be given back. You just have to sign.”

“I don't know about this.”

You put on your best Carl impression before showing the gun in your pants and say, “Your going to fucking sign before I pop you right here.” You were shaking on the inside at all of it. However, they were quick to sign and rush out of there with the money. You let out air before grabbing the papers and trying to rush back to Carl. This had to have worked.

The police stand in front of Fiona, Carl, and Debbie. You take your keys out the car and slam the door shut and shout, “Stop right there!”

They all look at you funny.

You pull up the papers and look to Fiona before saying, “Fiona, I need you to sign this!”

“What is it?”

“Trust me.”

Fiona does so, and you unconsciously shove the papers at the cop. The cop asks, “What's this?”

You respond, “An agreement from the buyers. They've changed their minds about the house.”

“That means nothing.”

“It does when they sign the house off to Fiona, who has the means to pay any debts on the house and buy it back in full with this check.” You hand it off to the guy. “Getting the bank off our backs.”

They all cheer before Fiona comments, “Please leave my property. I’ve got cleaning to do.”

With grim faces, the police leave

Fiona hugs and kisses you in the cheek. Carl pulls you in right after and asks, “How is this even possible?”

“A combo of my parents and you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You.”

You pull out his gun and hand it back to him.

“Shit.” He said before laughing and hugging you again. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Forget your parents…You're one of us…Thank you.”

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“ what's on your mind? ” you gently question, combing back the small wisps of brown hair from carl's eyes. he was gazing up at you angelically while you sat upon his lap and cradled his head to your chest.

big brown orbs blinked up at you, darting back and forth as they danced over your face. memorizing every freckle, and crease, and smile line for the hundredth time over. “ nothing... ” he sighed- only to close his eyes and tilt his forehead forward. lying it against your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the fabric of your shirt with a deep inhale. “ I just... love you, y/n. ”

a hum leaves your lips. smile of loving, graceful understanding stretching over as your nails rake up through his scalp, only to curve down and behind his ear. “ I love you too, sweet boy... ” you whisper gently, voice smooth as silk. an all too familiar warmth to your tone that carl adored. “ always will. ”

his grips tightens around your waist; fisting twisting into the back of your shirt. “ promise? ”

“ I promise, carl. ”

[espressomartini7]

Under control

Carl Gallagher x reader

Everything had happened too fast. One second a creep at the bar wasn't leaving you alone, and the next, Carl was on top of him punching, beating him into shreds. And that is how you had gotten into this situation, with Carls arm slung around your shoulder as you hauled him up the stairs to the Gallagher house at 3am.

You strain as you pull Carl up the last step onto his porch, his free hand immediately shooting to his rib as he groaned in pain. "Alright, come on" you say breathlessly opening the door and leading him in before locking it behind you. "Come on Gallagher just a little more", you said trying to carry Carl up the stairs. "Fuck" Carl said breathlessly, hauling himself up the last step and into the bathroom. You pushed him gently down so that he was sitting on the toilet seat before letting him go and stepping back. You stood with your hands on your hips as you tried to catch your breath. "Stay here, I'm getting the med kit" you say leaving the bathroom and going into carls room, "Im fine I don't need a fucking med kit" carl shouted weakly from the other room, his voice still laced in pain. You sigh in annoyance as you walk into the bathroom with the box, you stand at the doorway, cross your arms and look Carl straight in the face, "You're a fucking moron Gallagher" you say shaking your head, before walking forward and wetting a clean towel with warm water.

You stand in between Carls slightly open legs as you hold up his chin with one hand, while cleaning cuts on his face with another. Gently dabbing with a warm wet cloth as he winced in pain. "Hey, I'm serious I'm fine" Carl said grabbing your hand and looking down. You grab his chin and force him to look back at your face, "Why did you do that, hm?" you ask gently. Carls eyebrows tense suddenly at your question, "Because that asshole was touching you" he sneered, venom seeping from every word as his hands balled into fists at his sides. "I was handling it, you could have gotten into trouble Carl, you just got out of juvie you can't afford to do things like that" you say sighing as you pull out a stool and sit in front of Carl. "I had it under control" he said calmly looking back at you, you scoff as you take a bandage out of the med kit. "Take your shirt off" you say sternly, watching at Carls eyes widen and his demeanour changes, he does as he's told and unbuttons his shirt, taking it off with a groan. You sigh as you pull the stool closer to him, and start wrapping the bandage around his bruised ribs. "You have to be careful" you say quietly, "I can't have you go to juvie again". He smiles as he looks at you, "I'm not going back to juvie, I promise, ok?" he says it so sincerely that you almost believe him. "Even if a creep starts talking to me at the bar?" you say smirking as you look up at him, "Of course not, no one touches you" he says as he grins.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Carl Gallagher x male reader

Carl flirts with him every chance he gets. But one day the reader flirts back and he freezes up.

When the Tables Turned

Pairing : Carl Gallagher x M Reader Tags: Flirting, Fluff. Word count : 777 Y/n: Your name  L/n: your last name

It was a typical day in the Gallagher household, a chaotic symphony of mismatched sounds and messy lives. The sun barely peeked through the dirty windows, illuminating the clutter and the occasional flying object that signified a Gallagher squabble. Y/N had been a part of this chaotic world for a while now, friends with Ian, and somehow having found a home amidst the uproar that was the Gallagher family.

Carl Gallagher was a force of nature. He was wild and unpredictable, a spark of energy in the house, always seeking thrills and pushing boundaries. Known for his charming grin and confident swagger, he had made it a habit to flirt with Y/N at every possible moment—joking about their compatibility, bragging about his latest escapades, or simply teasing them with playful banter.

"Hey, Y/N," Carl shouted from across the room one evening, his eyes bright and mischievous. "If you need a partner in crime, you know where to find me. I mean, who wouldn’t want to commit a little friendly arson with me?"

Y/N rolled his eyes, a smile creeping onto his  face. "Sorry, Carl, I have morals. Jury might be out on you, though."

"Oh, come on! I’d only set the house on fire a little bit. Just a tiny blaze. I promise I won’t let you get burned!" he shot back, a twinkle in his eyes, making it hard for Y/N to resist the playful banter.

This was their routine—playful exchanges followed by Carl's relentless charm. It was endearing, in a way. But this time, Y/N felt a wave of courage wash over them. There was something exhilarating about the banter, and maybe they could turn the tables just once.

Days went by, and with each passing moment, Carl continued to flirt with him, seeming to revel in the way he teased back. They knew he liked the attention, and they couldn't help but play along for fun. But ever since Y/N started flirting back, Carl’s confidence began to chip away bit by bit.

One evening, as the chaos in the Gallagher house reached a new level Y/N found Carl alone in the kitchen, raiding the fridge.

“Hey, Carl,” Y/N called, leaning against the door frame with an easy smile. “Looking for something to eat? Or just trying to find another excuse to flirt with me?”

Carl’s head snapped up, caught off guard. His signature smirk faltered for a fraction of a moment. “You know, I was just—uh, checking for snacks. Ever heard of a balanced diet? You can’t have fun on an empty stomach, right?”

Y/N stepped closer, determination bubbling in his chest. “Well, maybe if I promised to keep you fueled, you'd consider taking me to a party sometime. You know, you and I could be the hottest couple that place has ever seen.”

Carl opened his mouth to reply, but words failed him. For the first time, the boy who could charm anyone stumbled over his own tongue. He blinked, his expression flitting between surprise and disbelief. “Wait, what?”

“The hottest couple? You know, it’s a compliment. Imagine the chaos we could wreak together! And I’m sure I could keep you out of trouble. Or, at least, help you look good while getting into it,” Y/N winked, fully feeling the thrill over the boldness of his flirtation.

Carl’s cheeks flushed, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. The confident, swagger-filled boy who normally thrived under pressure felt like a fish out of water. “Yeah, um…” he stammered, running a hand through his hair, which only added to his charm. “I… I’m down for that. I mean, yeah, party. Sounds cool.”

His usual bravado had vanished, replaced by a bashfulness that sent a strange exhilaration through Y/N’s veins. He enjoyed seeing this side of him — the boy who was invincible suddenly looked almost... vulnerable.

With the atmosphere thick between them, Y/N laughed, stepping a little closer. “So you’ll bring the chaos, and I’ll bring the snacks? Sounds like a plan.”

Carl regained his composure, a soft grin breaking across his face, the glimmer of his usual charm returning in an instant. “Deal. But just remember, if anyone gets burned, it’s not my fault.”

“I'll hold you to that,” Y/N teased, knowing he had somehow shifted the balance of their playful repartee.

With a smirk and a playful shove, he  turned to leave, leaving Carl stammering a little longer in the kitchen, a smile spread across his face as the warmth of the moment sank in.

[s9fti3]

carl gallagher with a shy/sweet s/o? like his s/o thrives off of physical touch but is really shy about it<33

Omg, hi hi hi!! Sorry this took so long :( But ofc!! Enjoy love!

• In the beginning of your relationship with Carl, you wanted to hold his hand and just be close to him to show your love. But the feeling of that you would come off clingy or odd and obsessive would set you off from trying to being all affectionate.

• Sooner or later, Carl would notice how you would reach for his hand but in a split second you chose to pull your hand away. So we would start to take your hand in his, watching your reaction.

• He would watch you get all happy and excited about the fact he was holding your hand. Squeezing his hand every so often, swinging it back and forth gently as you two walked side by side.

• Eventually you found the courage to tell Carl about wanting to hold his hand and be more affectionate towards him. He was confused on why you just didn’t do it in the first place. His thoughts were that you were his girlfriend, and he was your boyfriend. So go nuts- hold his hand, kiss his cheek, hug him randomly.

• So now that he knows about your love for affection and physical contact, he would always make sure to do it. Holding your hand in public, resting his hand on the small of your back, holding you close if standing in a crowded place.

• He loves that you’ll just come up to him and kiss him, even if you seem hesitant about it at first. But after time, you get used to it and do it almost every time you walk pass him.

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hiii! could you write some smut about season 7 carl gallagher? pls ✨✨

Sub!Carl Gallagher x Reader

hii! love this!!! and to everyone i am definitely a sub!carl truther

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sometimes when you’re alone together, the atmosphere shifts. The air feels heavier, charged with anticipation. Carl’s usually talkative demeanor becomes quieter, more intense, as if he’s waiting for you to make the next move. There’s a sense that something is always about to happen, but neither of you rushes it, savoring the tension instead.

hes definitely too shy to ask out right for you to touch him where he needs, and i head canon that you'd tease hm soo much to the point where hes begging without even being able to know what he's begging for.

"please-" he whines in your ear "please what?' you chuckle out "you know" he says as he hides his face in your neck

when you finally do give him what he wants, he's the loudest person ever. Whining and groaning even through your kisses.

The way Carl responds to your touch is incredibly telling. He’s more sensitive than he lets on, and you notice how his breath hitches or how he grips onto you when you take the lead. It’s clear he’s enjoying every moment, letting himself be vulnerable with you in a way he never thought he could.

like shown in the show when he gets circumcised, this boy cannot keep his thoughts down for his life, i have no doubt he gets turned on quick by the littlest things you do.

Skirt an inch too short? he's pulling you over to the nearest alley Top cut to low? good luck getting his eyes off of you even just being able to see your neck after putting your hair up will get his brain going

i also feel that carl is the type to like girls on the chubbier side, (not that he doesn't like those who aren't, but he definitely would love seeing a plus size!reader's pussy suck his cock in from behind)

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We Were Fighting? (C.Gallagher x F!Reader)

Summary: Flashing Carl during an argument.

Warnings: Suggestive(?), reader has nipple piercings!

Word Count: 308

Notes: Sorry that this is like very short and very much ass but I'm currently having writer's block and trying to write all of the requests as well as fics I've been meaning to write. Also, this is based off of something I saw on IG. A girl and her bf were "arguing" and she flashed him (off camera) and he stopped literally immediately after that.

You can't even remember what the two of you were arguing about. It's been going on for too long especially when it was started because you asked him to just put the toilet seat down when he's done pissing.

"I just don't see why you'd be upset at that."

He just kept going on and on about how he doesn't understand why you'd be upset at it. "Why does it bother you?", "Why do I have to do it?", "Do you gain anything from me putting the toilet seat down?"

At this point you were just listening to him ramble on and on. You already told him you were done with the conversation, but he didn't hear that.

You walked up to his room trying to think of a way to get him to just shut his mouth and forget about the argument. Though it wasn't intended to be an argument you just asked him to stop leaving the seat up because you kept falling in.

"It was a simple question, Carl. 'Can you put the seat down after you take a piss?' Not that hard to comprehend." you sighed, still not understanding why he's starting an argument over a question as small as that.

You turned to face him and lifted your shirt up. You weren't wearing a bra so he could see your pierced nipples harden in the cool air. He'd hate to admit it, not really, but it turned him on.

Honestly anything you did turned him on, but this, lifting your shirt up while he's already having a hard time focusing on this "argument" because he could see your nipples perking and poking through the fabric of your shirt.

"Apology accepted," he smirked, sitting on his bed, "Come here, ma. Lemme suck on 'em." he said, patting his lap and holding his arms out.

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CARL GALLAGHER HCs

SFW AND NSFW

SWF HEADCANNONS

I can only write Carl x reader as a childhood friends to lovers trope

That’s just how my brain works lmao

You and Carl grew up together

You probably got together somewhere after he got out of his white boy carl phase

It would have been awkward at first since you had grown up together

But eventually it was as natural as breathing

You would be allowed at the Gallagher house whenever

Fiona would not give a shit nor bat her eye

She would probably be happy

Carl would probs be clingy asf

But you don’t have a problem with it

Dates consist of a private booth at the alibi or laying under the L like lip and Karen

You would save up for a small house and turn it into your home

NSFW HEADCANNONS

god he’s so good

I feel like he’d be the type of guy to eat you out until you cum and then fuck you so you feel better

His dick>>>>>>

He seems verbal

Like not in particularly moaning but just that he won’t stop fucking talking

People have walked in on you having sex and could just hear him telling you random things about other times you had sex

I feel like he’s longer than thicker

[ruewrote]

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– he asked you out after a long game of cat and mouse

– he orders your food at restaurants

– whispering if you wanna leave the party you were at because he saw the signs of your social battery starting to run low

– no matter how long the two of you had been together, he’d always go downstairs with you and make you food/company whilst doing so

– is protective over you when someone nit picks you about you being shy

– he loves that he’s the only one that you’re truly comfortable enough to be yourself around him

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[n3tworksucks]

Hey babe! Could you do like a NSFW alphabet headcanon thing for Carl Gallagher?

Ily🤍🤍

HIII BBY OFCC ILYT🤍🤍 (UPDATED!!)

word count;1430

warnings; nsfw n stuff sooo..... do what you want with that💀(an- i updated it because it wasn't too accurate and it was finally starting to bother me so i hope i made it a little more accurate😘)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

he'd probably already have like a towel and water or something so when yall are done he could just quickly clean up then probably cuddle, or smoke and talk or both.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I'd say he likes his upper body(like idk how to explain lmao) so his torso and arms and stuff because like he could do a lot with his arms and stuff ;)

and for you, probably your boobs or thighs because he likes leaving hickeys on them and he love going down on you, so I could definitely see him growing some extra love for your thighs, and it doesn't even have to be sexual too, he just loves every part of you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

loves cumming inside, like if you're on the pill or hes using a condom, but if not, I feel like his pull out game if pretty strong, so hed like to cum on your lower stomach or back. and for you, he'd love it if you came anywhere lol, like him just knowing he made you cum just makes it better.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he'd wanna talk to his friends about his sex life not necessarily to brag. but also doesn't because he doesn't wanna risk any information getting out and you getting upset or something. but he'd probably tell a little to Ian if the subject came up somehow, but no details.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

oh god do I even have to answer💀? yes he is. I think we all know lol.. but mostly from like research from when he was younger, because he's not a virgin, but he definitely knows how and what to do in general, but the more you go at it, the more he learns your body and what it takes to pleasure you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

hes got a few for different places, but his mains are missionary but maybe with one ankle on his shoulder, or dogy, and if you have a favorite he'd most likely try it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I mean, not all the time. I'd say 50/50. like there's times where its not a need to be serious but thats mostly the vibe, like it was an important date night or something. then other times like if you're both high or a little out of it then I'm sure there's a few giggles and jokes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

doesn't focus too much down there, but he'd probably trim when he feels like it or wants to look nice lmao.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

yess, he loves the feeling of being close to you and to him it feels like it just builds the bond more, like even if its angry sex, he'd still kiss you lovingly and stuff like that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

sometimes yeah, like you're not able to see each other for a while, he'd probably jack off a few times, but doesn’t wanna do it often because he wants to wait for when you get to be with each other again ;)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

he'd probably be into tying or holding your hands together, maybe a blind fold here and there if you're feeling frisky, and he'd probably be into smoking a joint or something too, like shotgunning.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

mostly the bedroom, but, if you both were horny enough, probably a public bathroom, either in a stall or he'd lock the bathroom door and fuck on the counter. or anywhere, he doesn't care.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

it doesn't take much, but he's better at controlling now, but what would get him going now is when you'd just physically love on him, like rub his thigh a little, kiss his neck, tell him you love him. if you do all those, he'd probably drag you away from everybody and go somewhere private. and idk why… but I can see this turning him on too, like when you're sweaty and stuff, I think if he thinks of another reason for you to be sweaty, that would probably get him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

definitely a no to anything that could hurt you and make you uncomfortable. no knifes, no major rough kinks and stuff, he'd hate to see you get hurt even a little with stuff like that, like wouldn't be too into harsh degradation, and doesn't wanna make you try unless its tears of pleasure.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

loooves going down on you all the time, like, he gets pleasure out of it too, he gets pussy drunk a lot of the time, but also loves a good blow. but he mainly gives first, knowing you give back eventually.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

if its just normal casual sex, probably at a slight faster speed just because. not rough, but if its special or you both have some time on your hands, he'd go slow and sensual

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

not his favorite, but sometimes you both just need a moment, or just need to be quick with it. he's definitely good at quickies though if you need to be fast.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he doesn't mind experimenting with things youd wanna try, or something he saw on the internet or something. and he doesn't care about where, like a public bathroom or in a car. in a way he likes the feeling, but doesn’t necessarily wanna get caught.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

oh god, after military school he could probably go forever lmao, but obviouslyat some point there's rest. but I think he could go at least 3+. whether thats in the same time or same day, but i think after rounds, there'd be a break then he'd be back at it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

now… I think at some point, you both would talk about it, like maybe he ask about it after he passed that one aisle at a cvs💀 but if you did end up using toys at some point, they'd mainly be for you, like a vibrator or something, but wouldn't wanna use them all the time, because he wants to be the only one that can make you feel good yknow?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he'd tease a little, mainly with his words, but even if he was unfair, he'd let you get back at him sometime to even it out.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

if he's on top, he groans more, maybe let's one or two moans out, but its mainly heavy breathing. but if you were on top, he'd moan more, and act more subby. especially if he's he's pussy drunk, he'd moan while eating you out.

W = Wild Card ( a random headcanon)

so kinda back to like how to get him going, I feel like he's sensitive to certain touches and words/tones with you. like only if you're trying to get him going, and he can tell the difference between you being horny and you being affectionate, so if you touche him like that, you know he's sighing, closing his eyes, and leaning his head back

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under the belt)

I'd say.. about 6.5-7 inches. I'm not gonna go further💀

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

pretty high, but can control his thoughts a little more, and by that I mean from 70,000 times a day to probably more times a day lmao

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he'd wait for you to fall asleep, and even when you're asleep, he'd still probably be awake not doing anything but laying with the love of his life.

[fastboatsmojito]

my sweet beloved boatie!!!! congrats on 100<3 you're so deserving of it and i hope you get many more!! 💐

i've come for some filth with carl because i'm depraved so here we fuckin go my friend

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight + ❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜

thank you xoxo -🐁

You’re so sweet :,) thank you !! <33

19 - angry sex in the middle of a fight - from this smutty prompt list! + “you want me quiet? Make me.” from this smutty dialogue list! For my 100 followers party !

| a/n; omg my first Carl req Ever I hope this does him justice 🫡

| cw; 18+ smut btc of course, fem reader (‘good girl’ used once), you’re both kinda dicks but it’s hot so it’s okay <3, smoking, Typical Shameless Shit, porn with a little plot, couch fucking in a house of peacefully sleeping gallaghers, PnV, no mention of condoms (b safe) - shocking I know, he covers your mouth for a bit, implied facefucking at the end whoops, a little brat tamer!Carl if u will >:)

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Dividers by @/strangergraphics

You would’ve admitted you were being a dick if he wasn’t doing the same, his head leaned back against the couch as he huffed out a cloud of smoke he’d usually direct away from you.

You could barely remember how the fight started, focused more on the pissy attitude radiating off of him as you stood with your arms crossed in front of him.

“You just gonna fuckin’ stand there all night?” He scoffed, putting the well finished cigarette out in the ashtray next to him before waving you over to sit with him.

You weren’t exactly happy but he was still Carl, and you figured you could be just as annoyed with him while comfortably sat in his lap.

The unamused expression on his face stayed when you settled into him, though his arms immediately coming around you almost gave his barely scorned attitude away.

“You wanna apologize now?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes - still pissed enough not to kiss him even though the desire was clearly still there.

“Me? What about you?” He retorted, strong arms around you softening as he dropped his head back against the couch with a sigh.

“No fucking way.” You replied, draping your legs over his lap, elbows resting on the arm rest as you leaned away from him.

You didn’t enjoy fighting with him but he didn’t make it hard, especially when you both shared the bad habit of apologizing with actions before words.

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And that’s exactly how you ended up bent over that same armrest - not the most comfortable position that he was holding you in. You could practically feel him in your stomach like this and the harsh hand clamped around your mouth was only adding to the fire burning within you.

“Apologize quietly.” He leaned over to whisper in your ear, moving his hand from your mouth to grip your hair instead. He had zero intention of dealing with the shit he’d get for fucking you in the living room of all places if you woke someone up.

“Make me.” You all but moaned, pouting when he pulled out of you and turned you around to face him, sitting on the same armrest you were just draped over while he meanly squished your cheeks together.

“Can’t call you a good girl if you don’t act like one, can I?” He looked divine like this, furrowed brows only making you want to piss him off more as his eyes bored into you.

He shook your head for you with his hand when you didn’t answer - tsking at you like a bad dog as he walked backwards and guided you to your knees.

“If you can’t even say sorry with that mouth I guess we’ll just have to find some other use for it.”

[alexstalkers]

Healing Hearts

includes: alex karev in the beginning of his peds residency, a seattle grace mercy west merger which involves a new mercy west transfer....

black fem surgical resident! reader x alex karev

song inspiration: ivy- taylor swift

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Y/N walked into Seattle Grace, the bustling environment a sharp contrast to her previous residency. As a new resident transfer, she knew she had to prove herself. Her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she reported for her first day on Arizona Robbins' pediatric service.

"You're the new resident, Y/N?" Arizona greeted her with a warm smile. "Welcome to Peds. You'll be working closely with Dr. Karev today. He knows my service and he'll help you if you have any questions."

Y/N had heard of Alex Karev's reputation. He was known for his exceptional skills with children but also for his abrasive personality. She was determined not to let his reputed arrogance faze her.

When she met Alex in the pediatric ward, she was struck by his intense eyes and the air of confidence he exuded. "You're the new transfer?" he asked, not looking up from the chart he was reviewing.

"Yes, I'm Y/N," she replied, trying to keep her tone professional.

"Okay, let's get one thing straight. I don't have time to babysit," Alex said, finally looking at her. "Just stay out of my way, and we'll be fine."

Y/N bit back a retort. "I'm here to learn and help. Let's just focus on the patients."

Their first case together was a young boy named Liam, suffering from cardiomyopathy. The child's condition was delicate, and his treatment required careful coordination. Despite their initial friction, both Y/N and Alex were deeply invested in Liam's well-being.

"His latest tests show worsening heart function," Y/N said, frowning at the results. "We need to act fast."

Alex nodded. "We need to discuss his case with Dr. Robbins. If we don't come up with a new plan, he won't make it."

They presented their findings to Arizona, who decided on a risky but potentially life-saving surgery. Throughout the procedure, Y/N and Alex worked in perfect sync, their combined skills bringing the best possible care to Liam. In the days following the surgery, Y/N and Alex found themselves spending more time together. They worked late into the night, monitoring Liam's progress and making sure he was stable.

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One evening, after a particularly exhausting shift, they found themselves alone in the residents' lounge. Alex, surprisingly, broke the silence.

"So, you're a Mercy West transfer?" he asked, his tone less harsh than usual.

"Yeah," Y/N replied, sipping her coffee. "Since the merger. What about you? You've been here a while, right?"

"Yeah, since my intern year." Alex said. "It's a great program. "

Y/N nodded. "I can see that. But I like it so far. The team is great, and the cases are challenging."

Alex looked at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You handled Liam's case well. Most new residents would have freaked out."

Y/N felt a warm flush of pride. "Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself."

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As the weeks passed, they continued to work together, their initial animosity giving way to mutual respect. They shared stories about their backgrounds, their dreams, and their fears. Y/N found herself looking forward to their shifts together, her heart skipping a beat whenever Alex smiled at her. One day, as they were preparing for another surgery, Y/N noticed Alex seemed distracted. "Everything okay?" she asked gently.

Alex hesitated before answering. "Just...family stuff. My brother's in town, and it's complicated."

Y/N placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "If you need to talk, I'm here."

Alex looked at her, surprise and gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks, Y/N. I might take you up on that."

Their bond continued to grow, each moment together strengthening their connection. They laughed more, confided in each other, and began to realize that the line between professional and personal was blurring.

One night, after another successful surgery, they found themselves standing on the hospital roof, the city lights sparkling below them.

"You know," Alex said, his voice soft, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're here."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. "Me too, Alex. Me too."

As they stood there, side by side, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. In the midst of the chaos and the heartbreak of Seattle Grace Mercy West, they had found something unexpected: each other.

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During the weeks following their initial meeting, Y/N and Alex found themselves thrown together in a variety of challenging cases. Each case revealed more about their personalities and work ethics, slowly breaking down the walls they had built around themselves.

In one particularly intense case, they treated a toddler with a rare genetic disorder. The child's condition was rapidly deteriorating, and both Y/N and Alex had to rely on each other to come up with a treatment plan.

"His genetic markers indicate a possible enzyme deficiency," Y/N pointed out during one of their late-night strategy sessions. She was surrounded by stacks of medical journals and lab reports.

Alex leaned over the table, scanning the data. "Good catch. Let's run a specific panel to confirm and then we can start the enzyme replacement therapy."

Their combined efforts paid off, and the toddler began to show signs of improvement. The victory was a turning point in their relationship. They began to see each other as partners rather than competitors.

One day, after a long shift, Y/N and Alex found themselves in the on-call room, too exhausted to go home. They lay on opposite bunks, the room dimly lit by a small bedside lamp.

"Why did you choose pediatrics?" Y/N asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Alex turned his head to look at her. "Kids are resilient. They can go through hell and still bounce back. I guess I wanted to be a part of that."

Y/N nodded, understanding. "I get that. I love their spirit, their will to fight. It’s inspiring."

As the days turned into weeks, they shared more personal stories. Y/N learned about Alex’s difficult childhood and his struggles with his family. In return, Y/N opened up about her own challenges, including the pressures she faced at her previous residency.

Their late-night conversations became a routine, each one drawing them closer. They began to anticipate each other's needs in the operating room, moving with a synchronicity that amazed their colleagues.

One evening, after successfully performing a complex surgery on a newborn, they sat in the hospital cafeteria, finally allowing themselves to relax.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Y/N asked with a smile.

Alex chuckled. "Yeah, I wasn't exactly welcoming."

"That's an understatement," Y/N replied, laughing. "But you've grown on me, Karev."

"You too, Y/N. You too."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the bustling cafeteria faded away. They both knew something significant had shifted between them.

As the relationship evolved, so did their feelings. They began to steal glances at each other in the hallways, their touches lingered a little longer, and their conversations took on a deeper, more intimate tone.

One night, after another grueling shift, they found themselves alone on the hospital roof again, the cool night air providing a welcome respite.

"Sometimes, I wonder how I got so lucky to have you as a partner," Alex said, his voice sincere.

Y/N turned to him, her heart pounding. "I feel the same way, Alex."

He reached out, taking her hand in his. The touch was electrifying, sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine. They stood there, hand in hand, the city lights below them, knowing that they had found something rare and precious in each other.

He stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands. "Then let's see where this goes."

They shared their first kiss under the starlit sky. From that moment on, they faced every challenge together, their love growing stronger with each passing day. In the chaotic world of Seattle Grace Mercy West, they had found their calm, their solace, and their love.