#carl gallagher imagine smut

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Kinktober ⛓️ Day 3

Word Count: 2.5K Paring:  Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Hate Sex WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI),  p-in-v sex, foul language, reader is technically underage

Summary: There is no one that (Y/N) despises more than Philip Gallagher, but having his brother as her best friend forces them in close proximity more than they would like. Or maybe they do?

A/N: This is set some time during season 3 so Lip is around 18 and reader would be 17 since she's contemporary with Ian's age, so do with that what you will.

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“Yo, Ian,” Lip’s voice rang through the house. “You’re girlfriend’s here!”

“Oh, fuck off, Lip,” (Y/N) said as she bumped past him into the Gallagher home. “I know you wish I was here to see you, but I don’t do charity work on Tuesdays.” 

“Fuck you, (Y/L/N). You’d be lucky if I was the one you were studying with.” 

“Of course, the genius Philip Gallagher that doesn’t even want to go to college,” she snickered, stopping at the rest on the stairs. “I’ll take my chances with my own brain. Thanks.”  

“You’ll regret helping Ian with math,” he called as he walked to the front door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

With an exasperated scoff, (Y/N) walked up the rest of the stairs, clutching her backpack tighter than she should have. She didn’t understand why she and the older Gallagher son didn’t get along. She had a wonderful relationship with everyone else in the family –even Frank was courteous enough with her– but something never clicked with Lip. Every time they were in close proximity, they would bicker and fight until someone else got in the way. It made it especially difficult when (Y/N) came over to spend time with Ian. 

She would never say she hated Lip. But the sentiment was close enough that others would notice. Between the terrible side-eyes and the snide comments, being around the two could easily become suffocating. Granted, everyone but them knew what was truly happening. They had met their match in each other but were too stubborn to admit it. 

“You ran into Lip, didn’t you?” Ian chuckled as his friend walked into his room. “It’s all over your face.” 

“Unfortunately, I did,” she sighed, plopping down next to him on the floor. “But he seemed to be going somewhere, so I didn’t have to talk to him for much.” 

“Just long enough to make sure you got annoyed. Perfect mood to study Geometry with you.” 

“Fuck you, I’m always a delight.” 

“Sure. Until you spend a second with Lip, and then everything goes to shit.” 

“Shut up, Ian,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If you want me to help you study, you’ll stop talking about your despicable brother, Phillip.” 

Hours passed between textbooks and worksheets, notebooks and loose papers, and somehow the bright afternoon sun had shifted into night. Ian had already gone to bed, tired from a long day of shapes and mathematical equations. Almost everyone in the house had done the same, tucked into bed early, which was a luxury for anyone on the South Side. 

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still wide awake, taking advantage of the tiredness of the family to use up what was left of the hot water. She could have gone home, to her packed house and probably cold water, but she found comfort staying with the Gallaghers. The family was a melting pot of chaos, there were more fights than a WWE ring, and every single day brought a different kind of adventure. Her house had all of that, except the real warmth of a family. And being there made her feel like she was a part of something. 

The water ran across her skin, soothing the tight muscles that stiffened her body. The smell of soap filled her nose as she lathered herself, and she was glad that the bar seemed new still. They were small luxuries that she was grateful she could partake in every once in a while. And in the quiet of the night, it was almost peaceful.

Until a sound that did not fit into her spa-like scenario filled the air. From behind the curtain, she could hear a strong stream of liquid falling into the toilet. But she knew she had locked the door —not that it would have worked in that house anyway. 

She moved the curtain slightly to reveal Lip standing in front of the toilet. “What the fuck are you doing?” (Y/N) exclaimed, making sure her body was covered. “Can’t you see I’m using the bathroom?” 

“You’re in the shower. Toilet was up for grabs.” 

“Why couldn’t you have gone downstairs?” 

“Because I was already upstairs,” he shrugged, shaking his cock above the toilet as he finished. “Stop gawking, (Y/N). I know it’s impressive, but staring is kind of rude.” 

“Fuck you, Lip. I’ve seen better,” she said, closing the curtain to conceal the way her skin was flushing. “I’ve definitely been with better.” 

“Keep telling yourself that,” he snickered, turning on the sink. “But we both know the guys you’ve fucked are not exactly Adonises.”

“You’re such an asshole, Lip,” she scoffed. “If you’re gonna be here, at least pass me my towel.”

“Why should I? You can just step out.” 

“You’re not seeing me naked, Lip.” 

“It’s only fair,” he chuckled. “You saw mine, I get to see yours.” 

“Stop being a perv, Lip. I’m not one of those chicks you fuck for fun. I actually have standards.” 

“Right, and they’re so high, right?”

“They are.” 

“Is that why you fucked Billy Spencer two months ago or lost your v-card with Jesse Suarez in his car? Yeah, those standards are skyscraping high.” 

In a fit of rage, (Y/N) ripped the curtain open and sauntered out of the tub, getting as close to Lip as possible. “You don’t get to fucking judge my decisions, Philip,” she spat, jabbing her index finger against his chest. “Who I sleep with or don’t sleep with is none of your business. And you sure as hell are one to talk. Your list is not the most pristine, either. Starting with Karen, for example.”

“Don’t you fucking talk about her,” he said through gritted teeth, pushing back on her as she had. “You don’t talk about her.” 

“What? You can dish it out but can’t fucking take it, huh?”

“I can take whatever you fucking throw at me, (Y/N). I ain’t scared of you.” 

“Maybe you should be,” she continued. There was almost no space between them. She had him pressed against the wall, their noses almost touching as they heaved in anger. “There is no one else that can put you in your place like I can, and you know it.” 

“I don’t need you to put me in my place.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re so fucking infuriating!” 

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” 

Lip’s next move was a surprise to her. She was expecting him to keep yelling or stomp out of the bathroom. Instead, he placed a hand on either side of her face and crashed his lips onto hers. He was all kinds of rough and forceful, clashing teeth and lips together without any care. But somehow, (Y/N) found herself kissing back just as roughly, grabbing onto the lapel of his jacket. 

But it wasn’t until she felt the roughness of his hands on the skin of her back that she realized she had jumped out of the shower, naked and still dripping with water. She jumped away from Lip as though his touch was fire and scrambled for her towel, trying her best to cover her body from him.

“Why are you covering yourself now?” he laughed. “I already saw everything, (Y/N).”

“Fuck you, Philip.”

“I was gonna let you,” he grinned. “But it looks like you got performance anxiety. Maybe you’re not as good as guys say.” 

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but I’m great in bed,” she argued. “But I would rather do it with someone I actually like.”

“It’s just sex, (Y/N),” he countered. “This is not to fall in love.” 

(Y/N) kept quiet for a beat, thinking over the boy’s request. His reputation for being a good lay preceded him, and she would have been lying if she said she had never thought about it. But the fact that his personality was almost revolting made her wonder if it was worth it. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating,” she said before doing the same thing he had done. “This means nothing. You’re just convenient.”

“Right,” he chuckled against her mouth. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh, shut up already.” 

“Make me.” 

Her lips did all the answering, molding to his mouth perfectly, their tongues dancing together in perfect symphony. If she had believed in fate and the alignment of the universe, she would have deluded herself into thinking that they were meant to be. 

Lip’s clothes were rough against her unclothed skin, the zippers and the fabrics scratching at her body and rubbing the most sensitive parts of her body that were exposed. Warmth pooled between her legs with the kiss alone, and her body’s reaction scared her. It was almost instantaneous, and it had been the first time it had happened. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one that’s naked,” she said breathlessly.

“Do you ever stop fucking talking?” 

“Not when my mouth’s unoccupied,” she snickered. “And I have a lot to say.”  

“You’re too fucking much,” he grumbled as he took off layer after layer of clothing, letting them fall to the floor. “Now come here.”

He kissed her roughly again, pressing his chest as close to her body as he could, his hands snaking to the small of her back. As their mouth moved in synch, they walked backward until her back was pressed against the wall, the coldness making her skin erupt in goosebumps. But his hands were enough to build a fire inside her. The way they mapped every inch of her body and worked in tandem with his mouth to find her most sensitive spots. 

Lip nipped at her jaw and her neck, traveling down to her collarbone as his hands tweaked the hardened peaks of her breasts. Somehow, he was able to annoy her within an inch of raging ire and could bring her to the brink of orgasm with just his mouth and hands. 

In a swift move, Lip turned (Y/N), bending her against the wall as he pulled the zipper of his pants down. The clothes pooled at his ankles as he held his cock and lined himself up with her wetness, running the head across her fold and teasing her clit. 

“For someone that is just doing this out of convenience, you’re really wet,” he chuckled darkly. “Have you been dreaming about this?” 

“I could ask the same of you, Philip,” she retorted. “Because for someone that doesn’t really care, you’re really fucking hard.” 

“I’m only just a man, (Y/N).” 

“How about you shut up and prove it already, then? Maybe…” 

(Y/N)’s words died in her throat as she felt him sink into her completely, stretching her walls like no one had done before. He took the air out of her lungs, a moan getting strangled in her throat at the suddenness. 

Lip didn’t move instantly, allowing her body to get used to the size. At least, that was what he would have said if she had asked. Truthfully, being inside her was the most overwhelming experience he had ever had. He needed a moment to compose himself before he busted too early. The last thing he needed was for (Y/N) to have more ammo against him. He enjoyed their bickering reparté, but he had quite the reputation when it came to sex, and he wouldn’t let her ruin it. Even if his body was trying to betray him. 

Once he felt he could control himself, he started moving hips, quickly setting a pace that had (Y/N) letting out a string of moans that he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life. Her hands gripped the towel bar before her, her knuckles turning white from the tightness. She met his every move, pushing against him as he pummeled into her. 

“Harder,” she meweled. “Fuck me harder, Philip.” 

Lip did exactly as told. Skin met skin at a rapid pace, filling the otherwise quiet room with pants, moans, and slaps. Even her using his full name did not put a damper on his mood, rather loved the way it sounded in her mouth. And for the first time, it didn’t sound like she was saying it with  hate. At least, not completely. 

He snaked his hand around her body, his hand finding the mound of her clit and pressing two fingers on it. They circled and rolled the bud, making her walls clench around him as he pistoned into her. He knew both of them were reaching their end. The tightening of her cunt and the tightening of his balls told him enough.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Lip. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” 

“I wasn’t planning to.” 

And he didn’t. He kept thrusting until (Y/N) let out a pleasurable yell that had him covering her mouth. As he did, she bit down on his skin unconsciously, making him moan and awakening something in him he didn’t know was dormant. It brought him right to the brink of his end, and it took everything in him to leave her warmth and explode all over her ass. 

His body slumped over hers, absentmindedly kissing the skin of her shoulder as they both came down from their orgasm. They felt comfortable in their silence, their pants synching and their bodies melting against each other. If they could have, they would have fallen asleep in that very position. 

But a knock on the door startled them apart.

“Yo, I need the bathroom,” Carl called from the other side of the door. “I’ve gotta piss real bad.” 

“Can you go downstairs, Carl?” (Y/N) asked. “I’m just finishing up in the shower.” 

“Ugh, fine! Just hurry up. There’s more people in this house, you know?” 

“Yeah, sorry!” 

After wiping themselves down, Lip and (Y/N) started getting dressed, neither meeting each other’s gaze. “We don’t speak about this to anyone,” she finally said. “Especially not Ian. And this can’t happen ever again.” 

“Sure,” he mumbled. “Whatever you say.” 

“I’m serious, Philip,” she pleaded, placing a hand on his chest to get his attention. “If Ian finds out, I’ll never hear the end of it.” 

“I won’t say anything,” he laughed, looking at her in a way he never had before. “But I wouldn’t mind if this happened again.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“What? The rumors are true. You are a good lay.” 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Gallagher,” she grinned before stopping at the door to exit first. “But I don’t think this will happen again.” 

“Keep telling yourself that, (Y/N).” 

“Fuck off, Philip,” she whispered from the end of the hall before disappearing into the boys’ bedroom, leaving Lip to think of just how he could make this a repeat situation.

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Unlucky | Lip Gallagher

Summary: Lip Gallagher has a shitty life, but he still has a chance of a happy future with you. [2.4k]

Fluff, comfort, slight angst, insecure Lip

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Lip Gallagher has always considered himself unlucky for as long as he could remember. If you asked him to describe his life in five words he’d use shitty, really shitty, and extremely shitty.  

He was dealt a crappy hand since the beginning not standing a fighting chance even as a kid. 

There was always so much crap to deal with, whether it was bills that needed to be paid, kids that need to be taken care of, or anything dealing with Frank and Monica, sometimes he felt as if the weight of the world was resting on his chest and the only breath he’d be able to take peacefully would be his final one. He’s grateful for all the help he has because everyone pulls their weight as much as they can, but sometimes he just wishes life was just a little bit kinder to him. He wishes that he was able to do something with his high IQ, make something of himself and finally get out of this hell hole, but that didn’t roll over so well. But just as he was slowly losing hope the universe finally took pity on him and gave him you, so now he’s hanging onto you with everything he’s got. 

_

It’s quiet in the Gallagher household when Lip shuffles out of bed. He can’t remember the last time he was able to sleep past 7am, so when he wakes up to birds chirping at 9am instead of the usual yelling and chaos, he’s surprised and even a little scared. He makes his way towards the bathroom getting ready to fight whoever is next in line, but finds it empty and even clean. He’s shuffling around, looking through doors to find a sense of life in his otherwise loud home when he hears a squeal from the backyard. He doesn’t think twice before grabbing a nearby bat and hurtling through the backdoor towards the pool, but he stops once he sees the atmosphere is anything, but fearful. Frannie is being tossed back and forth between Carl and Mickey in the pool, Fiona and Ian are chasing Liam with the garden hose and Debbie is bringing in watered down lemonade from the kitchen. 

He has no idea what caused this change of pace, but he isn’t mad about it. Just as he’s about to make himself known, he feels a soft touch caressing his back. 

“Hey baby,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his neck. 

He turns his head at your sweet voice finally fully awakening his sleepy trance. Lip tugs you towards him by the belt loops of your, too short, cut off shorts and breathes into your neck. Hands slowly creeping down towards your ass to grab and pet, not socially acceptable in front of family, but he couldn’t care less. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he rasps into the valley of your chest, slightly picking you up to hug you closer. “What’s going on out here?”

“Thought everyone could use a day off especially in this heat, so Debs and I planned a pool party. Wanna join me?”

He pulls back on slightly to finally get a look at your face, your eyes are kind and happy followed by a mischievous smile. 

“Sure, let me get my trunks on and I’ll be down soon.” You reward him with a soft peck on his chapped lips and an arm squeeze before moving out of his hold and grabbing some leftover toast. 

The day goes by without a hitch. Everyone enjoys the much deserved break filled with laughter, junk food, and only a few fights. You’re nearly on top of Lip as you cuddle as close as you can basking in the happiness before you get ready to go out. There are only a handful of days that you and Lip both get off at the same time, so any day given is taken as a golden opportunity to spend some time together, leaving your worries at home. You plant a small peck to Lip’s cheek before untangling yourself from his hold as he answers the ringing phone. 

You don’t hear much of the conversation, just faint hmms of acknowledgement as you're flying past rooms trying to get ready as fast as you can. You’re struggling with your heels as Lip comes over and steadies you, your smile meeting with his frown.

“Sweetheart, they called me in to cover someone else’s shift and you know I hate to do this, but they’re offering me time and half..” he trails off.

A quick look of disappointment flashes on your face, before you cover it up with a reassuring look. You’re disappointed, sure, but not at Lip. Never at Lip. Just the shitty circumstances that forces the both of you to work as much as you can just to make ends meet.  

“It’s okay, I get it. We can always reschedule, don’t worry about it.” You pull him in and hold on to his waist hoping to ease his guilt, but your efforts go to waste as his eyebrows stay furrowed and his frown deepens. 

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear it,” Lip murmurs against your lips before squeezing your arm and letting you go. 

You watch him leave, slowly pulling off your heels and plopping yourself on the old couch, sighing already missing Lip. Your eyes shift trying to think of things to do now that your night opened up, but your mind keeps drifting back to Lip. You had eaten dinner earlier with everyone, skipping out on dessert and opting to get your fill when you go out, but now that plans have changed you were now missing both your boyfriend and something sweet to nibble on.

You quickly change out of your clothes and put on a pair of old shorts before deciding to make a batch of brownies. Lip works hard and if you guys couldn’t go out for dessert tonight, then you were going to bring dessert to him. 

He’s halfway through his shift when he spots you coming in, hands holding a tupperware to your chest. 

“Honey, what are you doing down here,” he shouts from across the room.

“Wanted to spend some time with you before I leave for my shift. I made some brownies since we missed dessert, care to join me?” you plead hopefully.

Lip’s heart aches with love and a lot of guilt. He can’t believe you would go through all that trouble just to see him. He calls out to say he’s taking his break before leading you to a secluded corner. 

“I’m really sorry about today,” he hugs you from behind swaying back and forth, mouth opening occasionally as you feed him a chunk of the sweet treat. 

You squeeze his wrist in response, “s’lright you can’t help it. I just like spending time with you.”

He smiles softly for the first time that night, stress immediately leaving his body. “Though, I love that you did all this for me, I don’t love the idea that you were walking alone this late at night.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep you company until you can walk me home then,” you compromise. 

Lip’s shift goes by somewhat fast now that you’re here to keep him company. He’ll leave his station sporadically to check up on you and to keep you from falling asleep. He’s in the final stretch now, only 30 more minutes before you get to go home and fall asleep holding each other, after a long day. He looks over hoping to catch your eye and send you a smile when he feels his face slowly morphing into a glare. A glare aimed at the guy standing way too close to you, a guy whose intentions go beyond a friendly conversation, and a guy who on paper was everything you deserved, but Lip couldn’t be. 

You finally glance at Lip sending a small wave and smile as you keep nodding along to the fucker next to you. He had fluffy brown hair and honestly looked quite plain if it wasn’t for the gleaming rolex on his wrist and the shiny Gucci emblem on his belt. He was a rich kid, probably from the nearby university, wasting away mommy and daddy’s money, chatting up pretty girls and sweeping them off their feet with his money. Lip’s never felt insecure about your relationship, you never gave him a reason too, but once he compares his ratty jeans and stained shirt to the pristine polo of Richie Rich he can’t help but wonder if he’s good enough for you when you can do so much better.

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Lip was struggling. He never learned how to tie a tie before and now that the time has come, he’s racking his brain trying to get the knot perfect. He knew you couldn’t care less about a stupid tie, you were anything but superficial, but since that dreaded night when he witnessed you being chatted up by Richie Rich, Lip’s come to the conclusion that he was going to try his hardest to give you the perfect life. 

When Lip proposed going up to the north side for dinner, you were shocked. You’ve been there a few times mostly on walks or running errands, but you’ve never been there to spend actual money considering neither of you could afford it. The most you and Lip would do is windowshop and daydream about the things you would buy if you had the money, before being chased off by the glaring sales people.

He picks you up at your door, pecking your cheek softly and telling you how beautiful you look. He takes your hand and leads you to the borrowed car before pulling out an expensive bouquet from the backseat. Your hands flatter as you mutter a quiet thanks. You’re a little confused at the grand gesture since Lip’s never gotten you flowers before, at least not without reason. He’s gotten you flowers exactly four times since he’s known you: the first on your first date, the second for your graduation, and the last two times for your anniversary. And all those times the flowers were below 5 bucks, something he picked up from the corner store. But the bouquet he gave you now had to be worth at least a day’s salary, you and Lip had a mutual understanding since the start that since money was scarce you wouldn’t spend it on materialistic things for each other, but lately it seems like he forgot that promise. He’s been taking you out to eat nearly everyday, always putting money down and never letting you pay, surprising you with little gifts, but worst of all he’s been running himself haggard, taking up as many shifts as he possibly could. 

He notices your quiet demeanor as he starts driving, “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I just…” you hesitate, not wanting to offend him. “I’m grateful for all of this Lip, really I am, I love everything you’ve gotten me, but I’m confused about where you’re getting all the money from and why you’re doing all this in the first place.”

Lip tightens his grip on the wheel, “Isn’t this what you want? Isn’t this what all girls want?” Lip scoffs the memory of Richie Rich slowly coming into picture. 

“I don’t understand what changed, everything was fine before, why are you spending money you don’t have? You don’t think I know that you’re working yourself to death trying to afford this shit?” Your voice raises in annoyance. 

“Yeah, well that’s my problem, it’s none of your concern how I get all this as long as you get it.”

“It is when you’re burning money on materials that won’t even last the year instead of investing in our future.”

Lip pulls to stop as the words leave your mouth. “Our future?” He asks. 

You lick your lips, trying to think of a way to backtrack but his eyes plead with you to tell the truth. “Yeah, our future. You know when we eventually move out, get a place of our own and have a kid or two?”

Lip smiles at the thought, “You want all that with me?”

You nod incredulously, “What did you think this was you idiot? That we were just playing boyfriend/girlfriend? Look I appreciate all these gestures, but the way I see it you’re burning 50 bucks on flowers that are gonna wither in a week instead of spending that money on something like our future house.”

Lip cups your chin in endearment before pulling you in for a quick kiss. “I’m sorry, I let everything get away from me.” He huffs in frustration before letting your chin go and clenching his fists. “It’s just when you visited me at work a few weeks back you were talking to this guy. This very rich guy who… I don’t know… I know you aren’t like that, but I couldn’t help but think this is all I’ll be able to offer you, at least right now. I will never be able to whisk you away on a private jet or buy diamonds just cause.”

You giggle as you hold his face in your soft hands, his head tilting to lean into your palm. “Lip Gallager, for someone with an insanely high IQ, you are so incredibly stupid, ” He huffs out a laugh in embarrassment as you continue, “That guy, that fool was annoying as fuck. I was just trying to get him off my back. And not to mention incredibly fucking stupid. Everything that was coming out of his mouth made me cringe and thank the stars that you’re nothing like him.”

He kisses your palm before pulling you into another kiss. “Can we skip the fancy restaurant now?” you ask as he presses kisses to your pouty lips. 

“Where do you wanna go instead?”

“Family dinner, and then out for ice cream?” you suggest. He nods before putting the car back in drive. 

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Lip Gallagher was all sorts of fucked up. But somehow in his fucked up life, he managed to find you, his light at the end of a dark, narrow, and gloomy tunnel and he thinks, maybe, he isn’t so unlucky after all.

[storiesaplenty]

The Lawyer & the Cop (18+)

Carl Gallagher x f/Reader

Miscellaneous Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: p in v sex. Oral (m& f receiving) fingering. Cum swallowing. Mention of anal, riding, cum on face.

WC : 2067

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Summary: Officer Carl is at the courthouse for trial, when he runs into his old crush, who is now a lawyer. He can't get her out of his head, & they end up getting to know one another again, even more so in an intimate way.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Carl Gallagher."

I turned around at the sound of someone saying my name.

I was stunned to see her standing there. I haven't seen her since I was sent off to juvie back in middle school.

I looked her up and down quickly, and fuck she looks good. I always had a crush on her, and I was going to ask her out when I got out, but she moved away.

"Or should I say Officer Gallagher." She emphasized the word officer.

"Been along time." Was all I said with a soft smile, which she returned.

"It has been." She was about to say something else, but her name was being called.

"I gotta go. Maybe I'll see you around Carl." She said as she turned around and walked towards a small group of people.

"Who was that?" My partner asked me.

I told him her first name. "We used to school together. She moved when we were in middle school."

What I didn't say was that she was also my crush growing up.

I always had a soft spot for her. I never once inflicted any type of pain on her like I did our other classmates.

When I heard her and her family moved away, I became even more angry, but then I realised that she got out of the South Side and could make a name for herself, and I see that she has.

I saw her the next time I had to come to court and testify.

"Are you still stalking me after all these years Carl?" She teased as I sat down next to her on the bench.

"I didn't stalk you."

Yes I did. Her window was ont the first floor of her house. Of course I would be outside, watching her window to see if I could see her, but she always had the blinds closed.

"So that wasn't you watching me do homework in my bedroom?"

I sighed and turned my body so I was facing her. "I was young and stupid, and I had a massive crush on you, and." I cut myself off when she placed her hand on my knee.

"I know you did Carl. I had a crush on you as well."

I was taken back by that. "Wait, what?"

"I did Carl. Fuck, I was going to say something to you but then you went to juvie and then we moved in with my Aunt."

We were interrupted once again by her colleagues, and she gave me a smile to indicate how sorry she was for leaving once more.

She was a mere few feet away from and she dropped something on the floor, and bent down to pick it up.

My eyes zoned in on her ass as she bent over. I felt my cock twitch in my uniform pants as I wanted to do nothing more than bury my face between her thighs and let her fall apart with my mouth and fingers.

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I jerked myself to images of her that night and the next morning. Even as I drove around, doing my job I would get flashes of what I thought about.

Her on her knees looking up at me, with her face covered in my cum.

Her screaming out my name as I fuck her into my mattress.

Her riding me, her tits bouncing as I bury my face between her tits.

Sinking into her ass, as she whimpers out how big I am.

It was a long few shifts, that is for certain.

I was certain I would not be seeing her for some time, until I was called back to court again.

The original jury was found to be talking about what was happening in court, and they had to be scrapped and get a whole new jury section.

I walked into the court house, ready to get this done and over with, when I got told that we would be starting late.

I was frustrated beyond belief, already not having a good day.

Besides being sexually frustrated, I woke up late today.

Then I was given the wrong coffee order and I dropped my breakfast sandwich on the ground.

But that all seemed to wash away when I saw her walking towards me.

She was wearing a pencil skirt, and what I came only assume is a silk blouse, and wearing heels.

She looked every bit of a professional lawyer that she was, and I wanted to ruin her.

I walked towards her with purposeful steps, and she looked up from her phone as she must have heard my footsteps.

She smiled when she saw me.

"Hello Carl."

"How much time do you have until you have to be in court?" I asked her, not even bothering to say hello.

"Not for another 40 minutes or so, why?"

I didn't answer her, I leaned in and kissed her, expecting for her to pull back and slap me, but no, she didn't.

She deepened the kiss just a bit, then she pulled back once she realized where we were. We both looked around, but no one was really paying attention to us.

"I'll meet you in the family washroom in five minutes, on the second floor." That one is hardly used.

I walked up the stairs, not knowing if she would be meeting me there or not, but I have to take a chance.

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I looked at my watch and she had thirty seconds to come in before I leave, disappointed. The door swung open and there she was.

She came in and locked the door behind her.

I closed the small gap between our two bodies, crashing my lips against hers, the two of us moaning into the kiss.

She instantly wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer to her body, if that was even possible.

My hands were running up and down her body, and then I stopped at her skirt.

I bunched her skirt up and moved her panties to the side and with one nod of her head, I inserted one finger. I slapped my other hand on the door next to her head as she whimpered.

I inserted another finger, making her gasp into our kiss. I pulled my face back just a bit, but keeping our lips almost touching as I started to slowly thrust my fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

I watched her face to see if was doing what she liked. Her hand was gripping my shoulders, her eyes are closed and her mouth is hanging open.

"Carl I need you." She moaned.

"I'm right here baby." I growled out, not being able to help it as I finally got to hear my name fall from her lips in pleasure.

"Not much time." She gasped out as I picked up my pace as I continued to finger her.

I pulled my fingers out and told her to watch me. I placed the fingers on my tongue, moaning at the taste of her as I sucked my fingers clean.

She grabbed the sides of my head and kissed me, hard.

The two of us moaning into the kiss as I unbuckled my pants, as the two of us turned around for her to lean against the sink.

I turned her around as I pulled my dick out of my pants.

"No condom." I was frantic once I realized I didn't have one on me. Her and I made eye contact in the mirror as she leaned over.

"I'm clean and on the pill."

"Me too." I said as I lined myself up with her pussy and slowly started to push in.

I placed my head between her shoulder blades, groaning at how tight and warm she feels wrapped around my cock as I pushed inch by agonising inch inside her pussy, until my hips were flush against her ass.

My eyes were closed.

I haven't moved a single inch.

I could hear her little whines.

"Carl, please move." She begged.

"Give me a moment." I said through gritted teeth. "I don't want this to end."

I pulled back until just the tip was left and then slammed into her. She covered her mouth to muffle her moan.

"Been dreaming about this moment for years." I told her as I started to thrust in and our her pussy. I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock at my confession.

"Same, oh fuck. Just like that Carl." Her and I made eye contact in the mirror. Her eyes were half-closed, little gasps and whines were falling from her lips as I continued to fuck her.

I reached around and gripped her throat gently, pulling her back flush against my chest.

I watching her eyes fly open as her one hand gripped my wrist. I felt her pulse quicken under my hand as I tightened my hold on her throat just a bit more.

The only sounds in the small bathroom were our moans and gasps, my hips meeting her ass I fucked her.

But I needed to taste her.

I pulled out of her, and turned her around before she even knew what was going on.

I buried my face between her thighs, her hands instantly grabbing the back of my head.

Her legs were shaking as I ate her out like this was my last meal.

I couldn't get enough of her.

I was about to wrap my mouth around her clit but she started to pull my head back.

I didn't budge as I took her clit on my mouth and started to suck on it.

Her legs were shaking on either side of my head, but she started to pull even harder on my hair, telling me to get up.

I groaned at the slight pain but I did as she wanted.

"Want to cum on your cock." No need to tell me twice.

I wrapped her leg around my waist and thrust inside her once more.

She was close, her walls were fluttering around my cock.

I changed the angle of my thrusts and I was hitting that spot inside of her that her digging her nails into my back, leaving her mark on me as she buried her face in my chest, crying out my name as her body shook.

I fucked her through her orgasm, not wanting this to end, but I could feel that I was close as well.

"Where?" I asked.

"Back up." I did as she asked, my hand quickly jerking my cock as I watched her slide on to her knees.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

At that moment I didn't care how loud I was as I groaned out her name as I placed my cock on her tongue just as I was coming.

She wrapped her lips around my cock and swallowed as quickly as she could.

I had to force myself to keep my eyes open, as I never thought that this would ever happen.

She continued to suck until I pulled my hips back.

She looked up at me and opened her mouth to show me that my cum was all gone.

I tucked my cock away, and helped her to her feet.

I reached into my discarded jacket pocket and pulled out some gum for her and I.

I cleaned my face with the hand soap and water as she fixed herself up.

She looked at the smartwatch on her wrist and her eyes got real wide at the messages she got while she was busy.

"Shit. I gotta go." She finished fixing herself up.

"Same." I sadly said, which had her stopping in her tracks as she was about to open the door.

With her hand on the door handle, she turned to look at me.

"Carl, I don't know if wanted this to be a one time thing, but if you don't have any plans later," She trailed off.

"I don't want this to be a one time thing. I'll be waiting for you once my time in court is done."

"I'll see you later, Officer Gallagher." She kissed my cheek and left me standing there in the washroom.

I touched my cheek, not believing what happened.

I smiled to myself as I walked out of the washroom to go do my time in court.

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Masterlist

Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

Warning: there will be smut, in the masterliat you'll find the Chapters that contains smut in red.

Season 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

[sonnyalice]

I’ve said this a lot before but I’ve always had writers block. but now I have so much energy to write stories somebody request something. I miss writing

[loomiseater]

I think I wanna start writing little drabbles/imagines so can u guys send prompts or whatever

[fuckshitslover]

val's masterlist and rules :)

MY MASTERLIST

FUCKSHIT   -    mid90s

EMMETT CULLEN    -    TWILIGHT SAGA

Coming soon!...

PATRICK HOCKSTETTER     -    IT 2017

Coming soon!...

VANCE HOPPER - THE BLACK PHONE

Coming soon!...

CARL GALLAGHER - SHAMELESS

STEVE HARRINGTON - STRANGER THINGS

Coming soon!...

GALLAVICH DAUGHTER - SHAMELESS

Coming soon!...

GEORGIE COOPER - YOUNG SHELDON

Coming soon!...

RODRICK HEFFLEY - DIARY OF A WIMPY KID

Coming soon!...

OTHER CHARACTERS

None yet!...

RULES

I will do NSFW, though i’m not sure i’m very good at it. I will write for any character on this list, and if you happen to request one that i know, ill see if i can write for them! I don't write male!readers, and i will default to fem!reader unless said to be gender neutral. I will update my masterlist when i make a new work, and FEEL FREE TO REQUEST! I do go to school, so ill probably be a bit short on time but ill try my best to do anything i;m interested it whenever i can! I am an ADD bisexual female, so i will say the f slur if necessary, and i will try to refrain from, but if there is a line that says the r slur, i might refer to it. None of my work is meant to offend anyone, it is purely for fun. Ill try my best to respond to constructive criticism, but if you're rude, you'll get blocked 🙂

[twins-write]

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13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen

Justin Foley

911 (Lonestar and the original)

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

Judd Ryder

Owen Strand

Paul Strickland

TK Strand

Wyatt Harris

American Horror Story

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Kit Walker

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Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Attack On Titan

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Big Time Rush

Carlos

James

Kendall

Logan

Breaking Bad

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Cobra Kai

Eli Moskowitz (Hawk)

Johnny Lawrence

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Criminal Minds

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Spencer Reid

Game of Thrones

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Jaime Lannister

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Goosebumps

James Etten

Lucas Parker

Gossip Girl

Chuck Bass

Eric Van Der Woodsen

Nate Archibald

Grey’s Anatomy

George O’Malley

Mark Sloan

IT

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Richie Tozier

Jujustu Kaisen

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Toge Inumaki

Yuji Itadori

Lab Rats

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Malcolm In The Middle

Francis Wilkerson

Reese Wilkerson

Malcolm Wilkerson

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Deadpool

Druig

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker (Tom’s or Andrew’s)

Steve Rogers

Thor 

Wolverine

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

My Hero Academia

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NCIS (LA and the original)

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Nerve

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New Girl

Coach

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Schmidt

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Now You See Me

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Outerbanks

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Pope

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Topper

Percy Jackson

Percy

Pretty Little Liars

Caleb Rivers

Holden Strauss

Jason DiLaurentis

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Noel Kahn

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Shadowhunters

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Jace Herondale

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Shameless

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Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

Smallville

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Lex Luthor

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Supernatural

Castiel

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T@GGED

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Teen Wolf

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Isaac Lahey

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Titans

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

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The 100

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The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

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The Hunger Games

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The Middle

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The Rookie

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The Walking Dead

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True Blood

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Twilight

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Wizards of Waverly Place

Justin Russo

Real people:

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[loveemii]

I FORGOT TO PUT MY WATTPAD USERNAME

geez ok my username is - loveemii200

also thank you?! i didn’t expect my carl x fem to get so many reads what 😭

[rckflg]

ok so I have 9 wips in my drafts and i'm trying to flesh out like 3 or 4 of them right now. hopefully i'll have those ones out sometime by tomorrow afternoon the latest and then i'll start to work on the others in my drafts.

heres the list of my current wips:

the lost boys paul nsfw headcannons (wip)

the lost boys paul general headcanons (wip)

carl gallagher x male!reader imagine (wip)

charlie swan x male!reader imagine (up next wip)

a 9th doctor smut imagine

a 12th doctor romantic imagine

an ethan chandler x reader x victor frankenstein imagine

an untitled sean cassidy/banshee imagine

an untitled kazi kazimieczak imagine

[percqbethcentrql]

ABOUT ME!

Hey I'm Lea and I'm a writer.

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Imagines

Stories

What I won't Write

Smut (Because I don't know how lmao)

Who I'll write for:

Chris Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo

Nick Sturniolo (Platonic)

JJ Maybank

John B

Pope Hayward

Luke Castellan

Percy Jackson

Carl Gallagher

Thomas (TMR)

People might be added to this list as time goes on. If you have a character you want me to write about send the request through and I might write about them. (If I know them lol)

If you have any requests send them through because I'll NEED them. Any questions I'm happy to answer.

I'm not too good at writing but I'm trying to get better and I'll definitely try my best haha.

(If I'm writing about PJO it will be taken place in the series.)

[leossmoonn]

House Arrest

masterlist 

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - smut

note - 16+

summary - you and your house arrest officer have some fun

warnings / includes - season 11 spoilers!! language, eating & food, teasing, usual crude shameless humour, smut - some dry humping, unprotected penetrative sex, riding, use of handcuffs. you are both adults in this !! also i just want to say, when i say “perky breasts” and “glowing skin” i mean that your nipples are hardened and yours aroused, and that your skin is beautiful and it looks perfect. just wanted to disclaim bc i dont want you guys to think im writing for a particular look of a person, because i dont have perky boobs either, or perfect looks but i just mean these descriptors as objective and just describing that youre turned on and that carl thinks youre gorg…. i felt like yall know this but i just wanted to say this ok bye enjoy reading lmao

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*gif isn't mine* (i had to change the sexy gif guys sorry lmao)

“morning, miss, uh, l/n,” carl greeted. 

you ran your tongue over your lips, smirking and looking at him up and down. 

“you aren’t officer foster,” you stated. 

“uh, yeah, i’m not. she’s on vacation, so i’m her fill-in,” he explained. “mm, i bet you could fill me,” you muttered. 

“what was that?” carl questioned. 

you giggled as you saw his ears go pink. he obviously heard you, but he was trying to avoid starting anything. 

“nothing. so, how old are you?” you asked. “19,” he answered. 

“oh, good. i didn’t want to be a sex convict,” you smirked. carl raised his brow at you, causing your smile to falter. you rolled your eyes. “i’m kidding. geez, the old cops have a better sense of humour than you.”

“sorry. i take my job seriously,” he said. “no worries. i like a man who cares,” you shrugged. you stepped away from the door fame, opening the front door wider. “well, come in. you’ll do your job better inside.”

he nodded and stepped in. 

“go ahead and take your shoes off. make yourself at home. you’ll be here for the next seven hours,” you instructed. you shut the door, making your way into your kitchen. 

carl looked up from the floor after he took off his shoes, eyes widening and pants tightening at the sight you. your shorts were a lot shorter in the back. more than half your ass was exposed. you swung your hips, your tank top riding up to show your hips. your skin looked so soft, your body moving smoothly with each step you took. he was in a trance.

you turned your head back to look at him, smiling coyly. you bit your lip, your eyes racking down his body painfully slow, making his heart drop. you gestured for him to walk over, sitting down slowly on one of your island chairs. you crossed your legs, a little part of your panties showing.

“hungry?” you asked. your voice was sickly sweet, dripping with suggestion.

“u-um, no, thanks,” he coughed, forcing himself to break out of his daze.

“shame, i made cinnamon rolls,” you sighed. “do you treat officer foster like this?” he asked.

“like what?” you asked innocently. you leaned forward, your tank top dipping down to show the top of your breasts.

“making her breakfast, letting her take your shoes off?” he asked. he tried his hardest to avoid looking at anything but your eyes. you smiled at his attempts, your respect and attraction for him growing.

“sometimes,” you admitted, sitting up. “usually she only eats the lunch i fix, though. there was one time she sat on the couch, but she usually just pulls up a chair and sits by the door.”

“hmm,” carl hummed. “can i sit on the couch?”

“yeah, of course,” you nodded. “like i said, make yourself at home.”

“thanks,” he said, making his way to your living room. you watched with hooded eyes as he sat down on your couch, bringing his hips as he found a comfortable position.

you squeezed your thighs together, your mind racing with dirty thoughts. man, were you pathetic. you couldn’t help it though. you hadn’t had a boyfriend in a while, and you stopped sleeping around after high school. you hadn’t been touched by anyone but yourself in almost a year. you were starved and knew that this new officer would be your only chance to any type of intimacy, especially since you were on house arrest.

“so, what’s your name?” you questioned. “officer gallagher,” he answered.

you smiled, taking a cinnamon roll and walking over to him. “i mean your first name.”

“oh. it’s carl,” he said. “nice to meet you carl,” you said as you sat on the chair across from him.

he gave you a polite smile, averting his gaze to the window behind you. he began to drum his fingers on his knees, adjusting his body every few seconds. you chuckled as he looked bored out of his mind.

“you’ve never done this, have you?” you asked.

“no. is that obvious?” he chuckled. “a little,” you shrugged with a smile. “what do you usually do?”

“fight crime,” he explained. “is it fun?” you asked.

“not really nice my advisor is a little harsh,” he sighed. his eyes met yours, surprised to see you staring at him with a normal expression. he looked away, talking again. “but she’s better than old partner. he just had us sit in the police car the whole time.”

“that’s good. there’s always some good in the bad,” you smiled.

“yeah,” he smiled with you. “so, what did you to to be on house arrest and have a police officer with you?”

“didn’t you read my report?” you asked. “no, honestly,” he admitted.

“i’ve been caught drunk driving three times. i also shoplifted twice. really minor crimes, but the police department is full of fat fucks who want money - no offense,” you chuckled.

“none taken. i’m not one of then,” he shrugged. “oh, really?” you raised a brow.

“well, not yet,” he joked. “hopefully you never become one of them. you know, i gotta say, it’s brave becoming a police officer in 2021,” you smirked.

“it’s really the only job i could’ve gotten, to be honest. i’m not the smartest, and my athletic ability is really the only good quality i have. plus, i like helping people. i’m not one of those racist assholes,” he explained.

“i didn’t think so,” you said. your lips upturned into a cheshire cat-like smile. “so, how much do you workout?”

“i just go on runs. i don’t really lift weights too much,” he answered.

“you have high stamina, then?”

carl swallowed harshly as he watched you spread your legs, looking at him with devilish eyes. if he didn’t know your intend, he would’ve just thought you were moving in your chair, slouching to find a more comfortable position, but he knew this game all too well.

“yeah-yeah, i guess,” he stammered.

you took the last bite of your cinnamon roll, locking eyes with him as you licked the icing off of your fingers. your tongue swirled around your first finger, your lips making a little ‘pop’ sound as you took your finger out of your mouth.

“still don’t want a cinnamon roll?” you asked. “um, i-i’ll take one,” he nodded.

“great,” you grinned. you stood up, strutting into your kitchen.

“well, shit,” carl muttered to himself. this is not what he had in mind when his advisor told him he would be doing house arrest. it wasn’t like he wasn’t enjoying it, he was, but he didn’t want to lose his job because of you.

you came back quickly, this time sitting next to him. he thanked you as you handed him the cinnamon roll. he finished it in a few bites, going to lick his fingers, but you stopped him.

“here, let me,” you offered. you took his hand, electricity surging through his veins. your heart stopped as you wrapped your fingers around his hand. you looked into his eyes, smiling widely as you saw his wide pupils. you kept the eye contact as you brought his middle finger to your lips. you slid it into your mouth, swirling your tongue to suck off all the icing.

carl couldn’t help but groan huskily. his dick twitched in his pants as you winked at him, sliding his finger out of your mouth with a ‘pop’. he wasn’t sure he would be strong enough to resist you.

“you have a little icing on your lips. let me get it for you,” you said.

you leaned in, your eyes holding the intense eye contact. carl’s breath hitched as your tongue ran across his top lip, the tip of your tongue sliding across the flesh. he watched you carefully, his hands gripping the fabric of the couch. butterflies swarmed in his chest. he thought his heart was going to burst as closed the gap between you two, pressing your lips against his and sucking off the icing.

as much as carl loved the feel of your body on his, the way you teased him, the way your lips fit together perfectly with his, he had to stop. this was wrong, and you both knew it.

carl pushed you away suddenly, scooting away from you. you pouted, sitting up on your knees.

“we-we can’t do this,” he shook his head.

“i was only trying to help,” you shrugged.

“n-no, i’m your parole officer. this is wrong.”

“oh, c’mon, carl. we both know you want me, and i sure as hell want you. you won’t be able to resist me for long, officer.”

you pushed your tits together, tilting your head so your neck was now exposed. carl’s pants got tighter and tighter, his mind racing with sinful images of you. he looked you up and down multiple times, having trouble fighting his urges.

“ah, fuck it,” he muttered. he slid over to you, grabbing the back of your neck and crashing his lips onto yours.

you moaned immediately, kissing him back with the same amount of force and heat. you both opened your mouths simultaneously, tongues meeting and teeth clashing. your lips got wet with his saliva and you found it hard to keep a grip on his lips. you put your hands on the sides of his face, cupping his jaw as you pressed your body against his.

carl’s arm snaked around your waist, his hand sliding under your tank top. your body jolted at his cold fingers, but you didn’t pull away. you kissed him harder, lifting yourself up to sit on his lap. his fingers crawled up your back, caressing your skin gently. your heart hammered against your ribcage. you could hear your blood pumping in your ears.

once your hips met with his, you started to grind. the tip of his dick brushed up against your clothed clit. as little whines escaped your mouth, you rolled your hips faster and faster with each passing second. carl had trouble kissing you as you grinded against him. his hands grabbed at your sides, his head lolling back.

you smiled as you saw his eyes closed, his mouth dropping in pleasure. the need for his dick inside of you grew to an almost painful extent. you stopped your movements, carl’s eyes snapping open.

“don’t worry. i’m just getting this party started,” you assured him.

you got up from the couch, going over to close the blinds. you turned back around, smiling at carl. without any words, you started to strip. you took off your tank top, revealing your perky breasts. carl’s mouth watered at the sight, his green eyes growing darker with lust. you then slipped off your shorts and panties, leaving you standing naked in front of your parole officer.

“like what you see?” you smirked.

“very much. you’re stunning.” his eyes sparkled as they raked over your figure. he admired your supple curves, glowing skin, the curve of your ass, your hardened nipples. you were perfect.

“well, thank you. you’re pretty handsome yourself,” you winked.

“thank you,” he blushed. “well, i can’t be the only one naked,” you huffed playfully.

“oh, right,” he chuckled. he took off his vest hastily. he began to take off his belt, remembering he had a gun, taser, and handcuffs that you would easily kill him with. he looked at you nervously. “um, this isn’t a good idea. why don’t you put your clothes back on and we can just watch a movie or something.”

you eyes his utility belt, understanding his worry. you went over to him, putting your hands together.

“handcuff me,” you said. “wha-what?” he sputtered, eyes growing to the size of saucers.

“you’re obviously worried if i’ll kill you or something, which i won’t, but i respect the worry. so, handcuff me so it’ll be harder for me to get your gun,” you explained.

“i-i don’t think that’ll work,” he said.

“okay, well, suit yourself. i’ll just be upstairs naked, fingers in my pussy, screaming your name,” you sighed, walking off. “carl, carl,” you began to fake moan.

“u-uh, here. give me your hands,” he stood up immediately.

you smiled, “atta boy.”

butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he cuffed you. he thought he had experienced wild sex with his high school girlfriend kassidi, but this as crazy.

“you’ve never done this before, have you?” you asked.

“um, i’ve had sex with handcuffs before, but no, i haven’t had sex in this particular situation before.”

“did you or the girl have handcuffs on?”

“me,” he chuckled. “wow. hot,” you giggled.

he let out a breathy laugh. “too bad kassidi was a psycho, though.”

“well, i promise you i’m not crazy or anything, i just like drinking and stealing things i can’t pay for.”

“don’t worry, i get it. i’m from the southside, so i did a lot of thieving when i was a kid.”

“oh, that just makes you even more attractive.”

“really?”

“i like a boy with a little edge,” you shrugged. “now,” you said, grabbing his shirt and leading him back to the couch. “looks like you still have some clothes to take off.”

carl smiled, taking off his shirt. you bit your lip, enjoying the view. his had a toned chest, his biceps flexing a little as he unbuckled his belt. he had a prominent collar bone and broad shoulders, perfect for putting your legs over if he were to ever fuck you in missionary.

before he could take his pants off, you started to kiss him. you climbed on top of him, your hands resting against his upper-chest. his hands groped your hips, sliding down to your ass. you moaned as he massage your bum, causing you to roll your hips with his.

you let your arms drop in-between you two, unbuttoning his pants. you sat up on your knees, waiting for him to take them off. he shoved his pants and boxers down, revealing his erection.

“ready?” you asked.

“definitely,” he nodded. “wait, do you have a condom?” he asked.

“i’m on birth control,” you said. “i can show you the pills if you don’t believe me,” you added as you saw the thoughts in his eyes.

“i believe you,” he said. “do you have any STDs or anything?” you asked.

“no, and i got tested two weeks ago, actually. came back all clean. i can call my doctor to confirm,” he said.

you smiled. “i believe you.”

he gave you a toothy, excited smile. he put one of his hands on your hip, guiding you. the tip of his dick brushed up against your clit, causing you to whimper. pre-cum dripped down the side of his dick at the feeling and sound. his eyes snapped up you, watching your face as you slid onto his dick.

your head lolled back, jaw dropping and a deep, raw moan filling your throat. carl’s dick twitched inside of you. he let out a groan, a few curses leaving his mouth, causing your heart to drop to your chest. you put your hands on his chest, holding yourself up as you wiggled a little, getting yourself adjusted before you started to move.

carl gulped as your walls slid against him slightly. his grip on your body tightened and he looked at your face again, surprised to see you already looking at him. you stared into his eyes as you started to move. your bounces started off slow and subtle, savoring how good he filled you up.

as your movements started to get faster and a little rougher, you moved your head in closer and captured his lips into a wet, heated kiss. your teeth clashed with his as your kisses started to get sloppy. you let yourself sink completely on his dick, feeling him right up against your g-spot.

“fuck, feel s’good,” you gasped.

“you’re so good at this,” carl moaned.

you smiled a little, “thank you.”

carl’s grip on your waist got harsher and he was soon helping you move. you leaned back, exposing your breasts as you moaned and whined. your breasts bounced up in his face, hitting the bottom of his chin. without any warning, his mouth attached to your nipple, his tongue swirling around it.

“ca-carl,” you whimpered.

your hips met with his faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in your house. you brought your hands up to his neck, situating your handcuffed wrists so you were able to rake your fingers through his hair. you pulled on his brown curls, little gasps and squeaks coming out of your mouth.

“fuck,” you drew out the ‘u’ as one of his hands came down between you. his thumb found your clit, pressing gently against the bud.

“you’re so good at this,” you groaned.

carl chuckled, “i’ve had some practice.”

“i can tell - oh!” you gasped. his mouth attached to your other breast, his teeth nibbling against your skin and rolling your nipple between them gently.

“carl, i-i think i’m gonna…” you trailed off, digging your nails in his flesh.

“fuck, me, too,” he groaned.

your walls pulsated around his cock as you felt him twitch inside of you. you rode out your high, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you orgasmed. you felt him come inside of you in hot spurts, the sensation making your stomach flip.

his thumb stopped rubbing your clit, detaching his mouth from your boob and resting his head on your couch. you stopped your movements at once, exhaling deeply and resting your head in the crook of his neck. as a few moments, you got up, stumbling to the bathroom as your legs were tired. you used the bathroom, picking up your clothes and getting dressed.

carl took his turn to use the bathroom, coming out with just his shirt off. you collapsed on your couch, sighing and closing your eyes.

“did that wear you out?” carl teased. “yes,” you laughed, opening your eyes. “i, um, haven’t had sex in a while, so my stamina is low.”

“why do you take birth control, then?” he asked.

“for my periods. they used to get really heavy and well… that’s probably TMI for you,” you chuckled.

“not really. i have an older sister, debbie, who talked to me about that stuff. and my girlfriends, too.”

“nice to know,” you smiled. “well, what about you? are you tired?”

“a little,” he admitted. “well, don’t be afraid to take a nap. i probably will,” you yawned.

“that’s not part of my job description,” he said.

“and neither is having sex, but look, you did that,” you grinned.

he chuckled, “i did break a lot of rules, didn’t i?”

“i won’t tell if you don’t,” you held up your pinky.

he walked over to you win a grin, locking his pinky with yours. “deal.”

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South Side Story

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Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 22

Marty aside, Veronica and Kevin's wedding day was amazing. V and Fiona managed to tie Marty in the bathroom so that they could get married in the Alibi. Everyone was there.

Carol got so emotional. She had held Desna's hand as V and Kev shared their vows. The Gallagers, of course, had been present. Even Frank seemed genuinely happy, and not only because of the alcohol. Ian had invited Mandy Milkovich. They were still pretending to be dating, but the girl seemed to be pretty content with that accommodation. Unfortunately, though, Karen Jackson came, and she liked to be all over Lip for the entire time. But Desna noticed the way Karen observed her every time she got close to the boy.

She wanted her reaction; Desna was well aware. Karen liked to see Desna get jealous and angry as if to make a point. But she didn't want to give that bitch the satisfaction. Lip cared about her; Desna knew that. And it was enough.

"Do you wanna dance?" Lip asked her as the party started. His voice came from behind her. His lips close to her ear.

"Sure," she answered, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the dancefloor. And she didn't miss it: Karen's glare from across the room, and Desna's smile in her direction. Then her attention went back to Lip when he had pulled her close.

"You look beautiful," he said in her ear with a smirk.

"I hoped you'd like it," she had answered. Desna had chosen to put on a simple purple satin dress. It was comfortable, but it hugged her body perfectly, and when she tried it on, she had no doubt that it was the dress that she would have worn.

"I didn't see this," he said with his hands on her hips. Desna cocked her head to the side with a playful smirk.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," she said, looking into his eyes. His face was so close that she only had to lean over to close the small space between them.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked. His lips turned up in a grin, and she nodded, liking how his hands guided her body closer to his. "I really want to kiss you," he whispered, making her giggle. She wanted it, too.

"Kiss already," Kev's voice made them turn with wide eyes as Kevin and Vee danced next to them.

"What?" Desna and Lip asked at the same time.

"I've figured it out since we spoke about him," Veronica said, looking at Desna as her arms were around her husband.

"And... I mean..." she muttered, "Is that okay?"

"I don't want you pregnant," Vee warned her.

"And no sex when we are in the house," Kev pleaded, "It is traumatic enough to know that you are having sex, bug."

Desna blushed, "Kev!"

Since that day, her encounters with Lip have been easier to organize. Now Fiona, Vee, and Kev knew what was going on, so it was no longer difficult for them to justify why they wanted to spend time together. Desna has also found herself sleeping at the Gallaghers from time to time, but there had been no sex those times since Carl and Ian slept in Lip's same room.

That was why, that morning, she was in Lip's bed, his arm around her, and his eyes still closed, when she finally woke up. Desna turned towards him, smiling as she observed him sleeping. She caressed his cheek lightly as she studied his features. Lip didn't open his eyes, but his arm pulled her closer.

"Morning," she whispered with a little giggle.

"I was awake," Lip muttered. Desna leaned over to peck his cheek. That made him tiredly smile.

"You better," she answered. "We gotta go to school." Lip groaned, making her giggle again. Then, the sound of the door opening made her turn to look in that direction. Desna frowned when she saw who it was.

"Desna?" the boy that had just entered said.

"Warren," she said slowly sitting up, while Lip groaned.

"Lip," the boy said.

"Warren," Lip muttered, his arm adjusting around Desna's hip. He really didn't want to wake up that morning.

"Where's my paper?" Warren asked.

"Where's my money?" Lip's quick reply made her smile. Then his fingers lightly gripped her hip before he started to get up.

"Okay," he said jumping down the bunk bed, "I wanna see it."

As the boys exited the room, Desna jumped down too. She walked towards her clothes, glancing towards the corridor.

"Thirty-five, right?" Warren asked, making Desna shook her head.

"No, fifty," Lip answered. Then Warren started to say strange sounds, stereotyped sounds that people who didn't speak an Asian language thought Asian languages sounded like.

"Stop speaking fake Korean, Warren," Lip said, "I never said thirty-five. Des, did I say thirty-five?"

"Never heard of thirty-five," she answered.

"See, I've got a witness," Lip said. "I've never said thirty-five. Not for the paper I wrote you last month, not for the paper I wrote you last semester, not for this. All right? It's fifty." When he got back, Lip had brought her a brush, which Desna took with a quick 'thank you' as she started to comb her hair.

"Can you do thirty-six?" Warren asked, but Lip refused.

"Thirty-eight?" Desna and Lip looked at each other before Lip sat on Ian's bed. The girl went to the bathroom to quickly change into her clothes and kept listening to what Lip was saying to Warren.

"Now, the fact here is that you, the one Korean I know, made a deal for fifty bucks for an original essay about The Great Goddamn Gatsby," Lip was saying as Desna went back in the room, laying her shoulder against the doorframe, observing him as he took his shirt off, "Yet, once again, you're trying to lower my agreed-upon price. Okay? So I want you to give me fifty or GFY."

Desna smiled.

"GFY?" Warren asked confused.

"Go fuck yourself," Lip said.

Warren let out a frustrated breath, but finally, he gave Lip his fifty bucks.

"Thank you," Lip said cockily, observing Warren leaving the room. Desna let the boy pass, but her eyes remained on Lip. He smirked at her, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Desna crossed the room to stop in front of Lip, who parted his legs so that she could stand between them.

"I told you," she started, putting her hands on his naked shoulders, liking the feeling of his skin under her fingers, "It turns me on when you go all smartass on people." Lip's smirk got wider, as his hands moved to her hips.

"Does it?" He smirked, then moved his hand to the side of her neck, bringing her closer so that their lips could touch. She smiled as they kissed. This situation was becoming rather pleasant. Desna was happy that she and Lip seemed more inclined to spend time with each other, even if it did not involve sex. She liked it.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound made Lip groan as he turned towards where the sound was coming from. Desna took a breath as he stood up to walk to his bed.

“Karen, hey,” she should have known. It seemed like Karen knew when Lip and Desna spent time together. It was becoming more persistent lately.

Lip turned to Desna, who forced herself to smile before starting to put her books back in her bag. “Yeah, sure. No problem,” Lip said. Alright. See you later.”

Silence fell in the room. Desna didn't really want to give Karen Jackson too much thought; she had decided it, and she wanted to keep that promise that she made to herself.

"We-um..." Lip started to speak from behind Desna. "We'll catch up at the school entrance to talk to Oompa."

Desna nodded her head, still not turning to him. "She gave you his contact," she answered simply, "I think it's fair." She heard Lip take a breath, so as she closed her bag, Desna looked at him with a small smile. "What's that face?" she asked, observing his expression. Always thinking, Lip was always thinking.

"Nothing," he shook his head before taking her hand and pulling her closer. She let him guide her until his arms moved around her waist. On his lips appeared a smirk as she moved her hands to lock around his neck, "Where were we?" Desna giggled before his mouth was on hers. She closed her eyes as her fingers went through his locks, to keep him close in the passionate kiss they were sharing. His hands moved from her hips to her ass-cheeks to push her against his body. His fingers grabbed her flesh, and she let out a moan when her phone rang.

"Really?" Lip groaned, making her giggle.

"It's better this way," she said as she took her phone from the front pocket of her jeans, "We have no time."

"I can be quick," she rolled her eyes as she pressed the button to lit up the screen. A frown formed on her face as she saw a message from an unknown number.

Hi. It said.

It had already happened some days before. Probably, someone had just the wrong number, and they kept trying. But why say only 'Hi'. She wondered if she had to write back to tell whoever it was that they were probably searching for someone else. Or they may have figured it out at some point.

"What is it?" Lip asked, observing Desna putting her phone back into her pocket.

"Nothing, wrong number," she said with a smile before taking his hand. "Come on, let's go downstairs."

Desna and Lip made their way to the stairs, and they could already hear the Gallagher family being active and ready for the day. "Lip gave me enough for it yesterday," they heard Fiona's voice, "I picked up a shift and forgot to walk it into the payment center." The oldest Gallagher had Liam in her arms, and she was finishing preparing the lunch for her siblings.

"Everything okay?" Desna asked as she noticed Steve running behind Fiona.

"I just forgot to pay the bill, Des," Fiona said as Steve looked at the money jar with wide eyes.

"Four hundred and thirty bucks?" he asked, "Lip's flushed this month." Desna smiled at Lip as he get past her to go around the counter.

"It's SAT season," Fiona explained.

"He is always flush during SAT season," Debbie explained as she was finishing to get her bag ready.

"SAT?" Steve asked, confused.

"College tests," Ian answered, giving Desna's shoulder a squeeze as he passed behind her.

"He tutors?" Steve asked, but Lip shook his head.

"No, takes," he said with a cocky smile that made Desna chuckle as she fixed Carl's hat.

"Oh, hey!" Ian said to get his older brother's attention. "I got another lead for you." Desna looked at Lip.

"Aren't you fully booked this week?" she asked, and the boy smiled.

"Yeah, I am," he answered before looking at Ian, "Set it up, duche. I'm taking it for someone else today, but there's another session in two weeks." Desna observed Lip with admiration; she knew he was smart, but he always surprised her with how smart he was. She was sure he could have a great future before him. And she hoped he would.

"Don't take the phone today, okay?" Fiona said, "I need it."

"I need it!" Debbie said, making all of them frown.

"For what?" Ian asked.

"Cold calling for babysitting gigs." She explained, "I sound more mature on the phone." Desna smiled fondly at the girl.

"Have you eaten?" Lip asked her as he walked behind her with Liam in his arms.

"Not hungry," Desna answered, "I'll grab something at school."

Finally, Fiona managed to get everyone ready for school, so they left the house to get inside Steve's car. He was a good addition; now they had free rides to school every day and no more waking up early to walk the streets of Chicago in the freezing cold of the morning. His car was big enough for them all to sit inside. Of course, Carl and Debbie would end up on one of their laps, but the ride was quite comfortable.

First, Steve dropped the kids off, and then he drove them to high school. Desna had to keep herself from rolling her eyes when she noticed Karen already waiting for Lip at the school entrance. Lip was sitting in the front, so he didn't notice Desna's reaction, but Ian was sitting next to her, and he caressed her back with an encouraging smile.

Let's do this, Desna said to herself.

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Stay.

Carl Gallagher x Reader

“Fuck, baby.” Carl fell next to you on the bed - breathing heavily. It was a continuous cycle of fucking at each others house and then the other would leave, not a word spoken about it. You hated it. And truth was, Carl hated it too. He wanted so badly just to hold you close and kiss you and cradle you into his arms until you fell asleep with him. Not just sex. (Although it was good sex). You both couldn’t get enough. Telling yourselves that this was the last time. But you kept going back for more. The more you fucked, the more that your consciousness ate you up inside - the desperation for each other growing relentless.

Your eyes opened gently, to stare up at the boy - a sheen of sweat covering his body. His face lit up as the lighter lit his cigarette, pulling you close and puffing out after a large drag. He inhaled it deeply, connecting eyes with you as he leaned in, pecking your lips hungrily. You were once again intoxicated by the lust that this man gave you, as he exhaled the nicotine into your mouth.

As he looked at you, all that he could think about was how badly he wanted you to stay. Fiona loved you, Debbie loved you, heck the whole family did, even the grumpy old asshat that came back after getting thrown out of another woman’s house. But he couldn’t find the words. ‘Fuck, (Y/n), I just want to cuddle you and kiss you and protect you and fuck you so hard that you can’t walk, and everyone will know it was me. That those hickey’s on your neck are mine.’ Was that what he was supposed to say?

But Carl was stubborn. All Gallagher’s were. Including you, as you might as well include yourself as one at this point - the amount you were at their place. Carl had a reputation to withhold on the streets, give that up for some whore? No way. But you weren’t a whore. You were his slut, his whore, his baby - sure. But out of the bedroom (or countertop depending on how desperate you both were), you were just his (Y/n). The girl that wouldn’t even glance at him in the hallways. The beauty that sat in front of him in maths. The gorgeous girl that had him wrapped around her little finger and she didn’t even know. He was yours yet neither of you were conscious enough to figure that out. He was confused by you. But he fucking knew that he wanted you to stay, even if that meant yet another round two.

As you began to stand up, you were pushed back down, and found yourself once again beneath Carl Gallagher. But this time, he was gentle. He discarded his cigarette on his bed-side table, leaving yet another mark. He wrapped his hands around you. And he rested his head on your chest. “You ain’t leaving this time, baby.”

(Requests are open - I’m literally begging my inbox is dry and empty asf. 😩😩).

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"yeah, keep going. just like that baby." carl had his hand on your head forcing your head to go up and down on his cock. your mouth was full of saliva as your tongue went up and down his shaft, your tongue tickling the tip of his cock as his hand released from your head. you tilted your head as you licked the tip in a swirling motion, using your tongue to go from the top to the bottom of his shaft. carls moans vibrated through the walls as you wrapped your hand around his cock and began sucking on it again. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth before his warm cum flooded your mouth in small yet quick bursts. you swallowed his cum before using your hands to lift yourself up to kiss him. your lips interlocked, your bottom lip grazing his top lip. carl tilted his head to the side, letting him slip his tongue inside your mouth.

you could feel every bump on his tongue as your tongue and his danced with one another. he put his hand on your neck, moving it up to your hair. he gripped it with his hand gently before releasing his fingers to massage the back of your head. he used his other hand to hold your cheek, his hand moving slightly whenever your tongues went deeper into each others mouths. you pulled back from the kiss to readjust yourself onto his lap, making his erection on top of you. you kissed him again, grinding against his crotch slowly.

"why you going so slow for? you scared?" carl let out a sly chuckle from his lips. he pressed his forehead against yours before kissing you again, you could feel his arm on your back as he pushed you further. he pulled back again, "see? if you do it like that maybe i'll reward you baby." he put his thumb on your lip, pressing it down. he knew you'd try and kiss him again so he leaned back as soon as he saw you lean in.

"i wanna see you work for it." he smiled, wrapping his arms around your back as he helped you grind down on him. he let a groan escape his lips as your hips swayed back and forth, you could feel his erection getting bigger the more you did it. you put your hand on the waistband of his boxers, trying to pull them back down again. you slowly stopped grinding on him which caused him to flip you over, causing him to be on top of you.

"i can feel how wet you are, you're such a slut for me..aren't you?" he put his head down to your jawline, planting kisses all the way down to the hem of your underwear. he tilted his head, "maybe i'll just finger you instead, you haven't been that good to deserve getting eaten out." he slipped your underwear down to your knees before going up you, his hand reaching down your stomach. you could feel his cold fingers against your skin, leaving goosebumps all over your body.

you could feel his index finger slip inside of you, you let out a slight gasp as you felt his finger moving in and out of you. his head shadowed over yours, you could see the small smirk plastered over his face. it was the last thing you saw before your lips interlocked again. this time you kissed him back with hunger, the kissing got more aggressive as his second finger slipped inside. you moaned inside his mouth, barely kissing him back. all you could feel was his tongue and the euphoric feeling you got from him fingering you. carl put his free hand in your hair, doing the exact same thing he did before. his fingers curled inside you, making you more and more wet as he hit your sweet spot, your back arched slightly. your moans hastened as he went faster. carl broke the kiss, your lips grazing each other as he spoke, "oh, you're so pathetic like this. it'd be a shame if anyone found out." he smiled before kissing you again. his words made you orgasm all over his fingers, you loved the way he spoke to you when you were like this. carl slipped his fingers out, putting them to your lips when he broke the kiss for the ninth time. you put your mouth around his fingers making him put his fingers deeper in your mouth, your tongue swirled slightly as he retracted his fingers.

"that's a good girl, clean up the mess you made baby." he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out. he put his hand under the pillow to reach for a condom. he ripped the top to unleash the condom before putting it on his dick. He lowered his body, putting his cock right below your entrance. he moved his dick slowly until it slipped inside, you both exchanged moans as the pleasure hit the both of you. your moans filled the room and so did his grunts as he went deeper. his hips moved forward with every thrust. you put your hands on his back, exploring his body as if it were a temple. you moaned as he hit your spot again, you could feel him moving faster and faster inside of you. your moans became louder. he put his hand on your mouth. "you know lips sleeping right? fiona is home too i think." he smiled. "fuck, you're so wet for me."

he groaned, pushing his head back. his hands went back to being around your waist, his chest was in level to yours. you reached you to kiss him, your arm wrapping around his neck. your hand just slightly covering his ear. he leaned in to kiss you back, his tongue immediately entering your mouth. his saliva mixed with yours as your kissing got more intense. your hands moved up and down his back as he kept thrusting. your eyes rolled back as his cock released its secretions inside of you. he slowly put his dick out and put his boxers back on, he put his body against yours and kissed your forehead.

"i love when you're a slut for me."

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Fuck You - Carl Gallagher x reader

warning: smut, also barely any plot lol

“Jesus Christ, Gallagher. You never give it up, do you?” you muttered, locking your police car and yanking open the door to the department.

“I wanna make a real change, like arrest people and shit. Get gangbangers off the streets,” Carl explained. You felt like you heard this same speech over and over again.

“Gallagher, you’re still training. You won’t be able to arrest anyone for at least a month,” you sighed as the two of you walked to your desk.

“How are you even the one training me anyway? You’re my age.”

“I’m two years older than you, Gallagher. C’mon, make yourself useful and bring these to the evidence room so we can file them,” you said, gesturing to the various cosmetic items that were evidence from your current case.

As you walked into the currently empty evidence locker, you were taken by surprise as Carl pushed you against the metal racks and began kissing you.

“What the fuck, Gallagher?” you yelled, pushing him back harder.

“This is the blind spot between the cameras and the door,” Carl explained while peeling off his uniform.

“I fucking hate you,” you huffed as you pulled off your work belt and pants.

“You don’t really mean that, baby,” Carl grinned with his annoying smile.

“Oh shit,” you groaned as he pressed up against you, both of you left only in your underwear.

You leaned over, locking the door as a precautionary measure.

“Can’t be too safe,” Carl laughed as he pulled out a condom from his wallet. Was he counting on this happening?

He rolled the condom down his dick and pressed himself close to you, easing himself inch by inch.

You moaned as a mix of pain and pleasure rolled through your body.

“Shit, Carl,” you sighed as the pain turned into pleasure while he rocked into you.

“Take it all babe, I know you can.”

“Fuck, Carl, I’m gonna cum!”

He ground into you faster and faster, bringing both of you to the edge.

You came around him and he released into the condom. Both of you let out a pleasant sigh at the outcome of this situation.

“I still fucking hate you, Gallagher,” you laughed, pulling your pants back on.

You weren’t about to stop bullying him; not by a long shot.