#carl gallagher x m/n

[arriansarchive]

Bottom!Dom!Carl Gallagher/Male!Top!Sub!Milkovich!Reader

This one's been in my mind for a while but I haven't acted upon my urges

Warnings since I forget to do them a lot: edging, pinching??? painplay????, other smut stuff, getting caught

Like season 10/11??? It doesn't really specify or anything but he's an adult

I've also decided to switch my name tag from y/n to m/n so yeah (i might forget in later stories so idk)

I used the word cock again be proud. im evolving

Summary: Porn

A simple day for junk food and TV programs. Well, that's what it was supposed to be before Carl got any bright ideas as usual.

Mickey had chaperoned you over to the Gallagher house after a job interview to help him with a few things, but you ended up just sitting with your boyfriend for a while. It wasn't the most productive thing you could be doing though nobody cared but Mickey.

By this time you both had gotten a few drinks down, and you were successfully quite tipsy. Not drunk to the point of delirium but not all there either.

You were barely paying attention to the TV until a rather heated, weirdly even, sex scene popped up. Carl laughed a little before leaning back in his seat.

A few minutes went past and in the corner of your eye you saw Carl stiffen, his mouth in a straight line. He seemed uncomfortable.

"You good?" You lolled your head over from the back of the couch to stare deeply at him.

He looked over at you, seemingly contemplating something before he lunged at you with full force. Carl pushed you back onto the couch vigorously with a elated look, straddling you.

"Don't tell me that shitty sex scene actually got to you." You rolled your eyes, but your breath automatically hitched whenever he grinded against you.

You tried to maneuver your way out from under him, but Carl held you down with such force that you didn't know where it even came from.

"I'm not going under today." He declares while shrugging off his jacket.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" You crossed your arms behind your head and yawned.

"You'll see." He muttered once he finally tugged his shirt over his head.

Carl started to unbutton the fancy shirt you had spent pretty much all your money on for your interview, but he decided to leave it on even after it was fully unbuttoned. Fucking in style or something like that.

He pressed his mouth up to yours needily. His hands were roaming your body and pinching you at random spots, making you flinch and groan into your boyfriend's mouth

You gasped lightly into Carl's mouth as his hands traveled down your dress pants, palming you roughly through your boxers. He had an evil smirk on his face.

"If you're this hard from me just doing that then you'd better prepare yourself." He whispered in your ear seductively.

You whimpered at the cold air whenever his hand left you, and your pants and boxers were pulled down.

Carl drug his hand up and down excruciatingly slowly for about a minute before teasing the tip with his thumb. The pad was circling the slit which was leaking steadily.

You were barely able to contain your noises of displeasure whenever he pulled away completely to take his own pants off but couldn't help to wonder what he was going to do next.

Suddenly he bent down from the couch and pulled out a few lube packets from one pocket of his pants.

"Were you planning this?" You managed to get out with a shakey voice.

He grinned. "Of course I was."

Carl was notorious for pain play with you. He loved doing it probably more than he loved normal sex without it, so no stretching wasn't a problem with him as he was usually the bottom.

He spread the lube over you, massaging around the base and tip mostly since he knew you were the most sensitive there.

You both groaned loudly in unison whenever he started to lower himself onto you. You were basically in agony from how slow he was going, and you could tell he was too.

You squeezed your eyes shut at the ecstasy that enveloped you at even the slight movement of his hips up and down on you. He had a maniacal look in his eyes.

He raised his legs up to where your tip was about to slip out and then slammed back down into you. Carl started a steady pace of this, not too fast but not too slow.

Both of your whimpers and groans were filling the silent, empty living room. Now that most of the Gallaghers were adults they weren't in the house a lot

Carl felt his wits end coming closer with each passing thrust, but yours was going even quicker. He had always noticed you were louder whenever you were about to finish.

Your hips spasmed as you came into Carl. He continued to bounce, chasing his orgasm while overstimulation engulfing your senses

Thick white ropes shot out of Carl rapidly with a loud scream of pleasure. You felt yourself start to harden once more and almost groaned in exhaustion.

He collapsed onto your chest, not bothering to take your cock out of him for the time being. It was silent until you both heard footsteps approach from the back door.

"Carl, what the hell are you doing?" A female voice yelped from the back of the couch.

"Tuning you out. What the hell does it look like?" He opened one eye passively and shrugged.

"Well, it looks like your fucking Mickey Milkovich's brother."

"That part is true too."

Your face flushed in embarrassment as Debbie and Carl argued back and forth about Franny's wellbeing and other concerns about fucking on the Gallagher house's couch. The words vomit and piss were used too much for your liking.

Ian's cackle became apparent from the kitchen along with Mickey's heavy footfalls.

"You fuckin' my brother, Gallagher?" He called.

You both decided to take your second round down to the basement. It's safe to say you got teased about it for a while after that.

[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.

[edmetalqueer]

♛Shameless Masterlist♛

MICKEY MILKOVICH

none.

KEVIN BALL

mockingbird**

Trevor

none.

PHILIP GALLAGHER

commitment**

IAN GALLAGHER

none.

CARL GALLAGHER

boys kiss boys**

trans boyfriend**

Drug money**

[fandomout]

if u can please write a carl gallagher x fem reader where they’re teenagers working at the same place eg a diner and carl hates everyone there but her trope? tysm 🫶🏼💗💗

I took some inspo from things in my life. It was kinda therapeutic and nice to write this out. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

I am still working on the other requests I have, but they will be written. Lol. Also, MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Carl Gallagher x Female Reader-"Hate everyone but you"

Carl was getting to the diner late as usual even with the standing goal to get there in time to see her. 

He bursts through the door to see that she’d already made it to work. He was in the process of waving at her when their manager bumped into him, and the manager stated, “You’re late.”

Carl shook his head and explained, “Don’t think so. I got here before you. I would call that on time.” 

“Oh really? I got something for you.” The manger flicks Carl off with a smile before walking off.

Carl's response was, “Dickhead.“ 

Carl clocked in and went in to wash the few dishes already in the sink; however, it became clear to him quickly that it was a slow morning. 

He looked at the floors and tables spotlessly clean. He thought about how she was the only one that cared enough to do the actual job. Her eyes were quick to find her sitting down and admire her as she sat watching the sun illuminate her. The cashier walked past him, and she commented, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”  

“Oh shut up. You wish you could be that beautiful.”

The cashier gasped and retorted, “You ass.”

“Hey, I’m the one minding my business; you came up to me.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Well, you're ugly so who won?” He shrugs and laughs slightly at her. 

She replied in mutters; however, she was quick to walk away after Carl gave her a taunting wave and the words, “Bye.” 

Carl's eyes fall back onto her, and she's rubbing at her eyes softly and blinking aggressively. He looked at the coffee pot on the counter and made his way over. He asks a question he already knows the answer to, “Tired?” He lifts the coffee pot in the air and turns the cup over. 

She responds with a small smile to answer, “Yes, actually. Thank you.” 

He puts the coffee pot back where it’s supposed to, and he sits in the booth across from you. He nervously moved his thumbs back and forth on each other, and he struggled to find words, “So…Umm…” There was a small silence as you finished preparing your coffee how you like and asking, “How did you spend your day off yesterday?”

“Yesterday? Well, just the usual family is crazy. Really nothing much though.“

“Everything okay?” He smiles at the question and nods before asking

“What about you? I mean what do you do for fun.”

“Well, these days I’m not too sure. I actually picked up a shift yesterday actually.”

“Why?”

“They said they needed someone. So I came in.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t have anything to do anyway. I actually asked them to switch my schedule, so they don’t have to keep calling me.”

“Your switching days?”

“Yeah. Switching my Wednesday for a Tuesday. It works better that way for me. I can have all day off of nothing.”

“Wow-Well, if your not doing anything-We cou-” 

The manager smiles smug as he walks over and states in an upbeat tone, “Carl, get back to the back work. Do your fucking job?”

“You-”

The manager looks at you and says, “Y/N a pleasure. I could just eat you up.“

Carl looks to see how she hunches over. The reaction and situation makes his hands ball up. Quickly, he says, “Fuck off!” 

The manager opens his mouth before closing it. He walked off because Carl’s gaze and balled fists sent too many alerts through him. Carl gave a smile to Y/N, which she returned. After that, Carl went back to work to take away from the anger the interaction gave him.  

The diner got slightly more busy, so the other dishwasher and Carl were working together to get it down. While Carl was washing some dishes, he overhears the other dishwasher say, “Yesterday was busy. You know Sal doesn’t even do too much work. Even with that, I have too much going on on Tuesdays. I doubt Manger. Fucktard would let me switch.” 

Carl finished up his pile and went over and offered to switch Tuesdays. “Really? Man, I thought you were a son of a bitch, but you're alright.”

“Me son of a bitch? Don’t make me regret switching with you now. Mind giving me Thursdays. You can take my Friday.”

“Sure. No problem. I’ll let the boss know.” Carl waved him off with a smile and continued to work. He’d have the same schedule as you for the weeks to come, and he couldn’t wait. 

Soon enough, the morning shift was over, and it was time to go. Carl rushed to get ready to go, so he could catch you. You're always too quick and he misses you. Despite the effort not resulting in what he wanted, he still smiled knowing he’d get to see you tomorrow.

It was evening shift this time on that Thursday, and he came in a bit late as he walked toward the dinner. Luckily, you were just getting there too. He smiled and said, “You're not early?”

She shook her head and said, “Night Shift is always worse, so I take my time getting here. Hopefully it ends soon…you don’t work today? Are you covering for someone?” He felt himself warm inside knowing that she did notice him. He could have sworn he answered but only in his head. “Carl?”

“Oh sorry I thought I answered you.”

“Only in your head huh. It’s okay it happens.”

“Actually my schedule changed too.”

“Oh…you didn’t say anything the last time we talked.”

“Oh that?…Manager fucktard interrupted our conversation.”

“Manager fucktard?” She bursted out laughing full heartedly and called his whole body warmed at the sound. He wanted to hear it again; he got what he wanted as he seriously said, “Yeah. Fucktard.” 

“Oh that’s good.” He smiled at her and laughed nervously along with her. 

They made it to work and the shit show began. Carl actually didn’t realize what he’d gotten himself into. He’s never worked the night shift. Hectic and stressful but he remembered why he did it. Catching glances of her making it worthwhile and filling him with energy. Working even faster at work.

When things were winding down, it all took a turn for the worst. Y/N was stuck with a group of boys to wait on. 

Immediately, one commented, “Nice ass.” 

Y/N gasped out before trying to play it off and get it over with and questioned, “What can I get you all?”

Another replied, “How about your number?” 

“You all need a few minutes. No problem. I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks for the view.” Y/N shook her head heading to her other tables until she went up to her manager, who sat at a counter.

She straight up asked him, “Hey, can you cover the group in the corner?”

“Why?”

“It's difficult because we’re the same age. You’d make it all go a lot quicker.”

“Hun, I could do that… “Really-”

“But, I won’t.”

“What?”

“This work is professional.”

“They really will be here forever if you don’t step in.”

“Dear…Look, you know what?”

“What?”

“I could do it for a price…” His hand starts to make its way on her thigh. Y/N pulls away instantly and walks back over to the table of boys. She puts on her facade and asks once again, “What can I get you?” 

“How about some cake?”

“We don’t actually have much dessert. Certainly, not cake.” The group of boys laugh. 

Y/N gets all the rage built. It gave her the courage to say, “If you aren’t going to get anything, you have to go.”

“Is that any way to talk to a customer? That’s a bit rude.”

”You’re lucky that’s all you get. You are being more than rude. Also, disgusting, creepy, and straight up pathetic that you have to do this just to get any kind of attention. I’m done with your table.” Y/N goes to walk away before one of the boys grabs her wrist. “Don’t touch-” Y/N doesn’t have to finish the sentence before Carl is jumping over the counter, removing his hand with a strong grip. He tackled the boy to the ground pounding his fists down. The other boys started to get up. Y/N stopped at least two from getting up as she kicked them back into the booth and used her order book to hit anywhere she could. Honestly, those boys never had a chance. Carl was livid for your treatment. Soon the manager was up and pulled Carl off of one of the boys. He pushed Carl toward you and yelled, “You’re Fired Gallagher!” Y/N looked over to Carl before she strides over to the manager not caring about the bodies on the ground and punching the manager square in the face. “Fucktard! I quit! Touching a minor! Watch your children with this one!” Y/N pointed to herself. Carl got his and Y/N’s things before walking out together. The adrenaline ran out and Y/N was left shy. She uttered to Carl, “I’m sorry I got you fired.”

“That? Who cares?”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter. Come on, they need people. They’ll call us back. If not, they don’t deserve us. They certainly don’t deserve you.” The words made her shy as she put her hands and looked down to say, “Carl…Ummm. Are you okay?”

“Me? I’m fine. Are you?” He grabbed your hands gently, and you both stopped walking. You stayed silent, and he continued to speak, ”The fact that you have to deal with assholes like that-It’s so fucked. I’m angry for you.” 

“Is that why you did that back there?”

“That? I mean yeah…”

“Oh.”

“But, not just that. I don’t know if you noticed I hate everyone there.”

“I’ve noticed. Spouting your swears left and right.”

“I hate everyone but you.”

“I-Thanks?” Carl moved his hands from reviewing your hands to holding them. His breath hitched slightly before he smiled and said, Y/N…I have big feelings for you. It probably doesn’t sound so pretty. Honestly, I’m not that smart. I couldn’t stand the way they treated you in there, and I lost it…Anyway, I’ve been trying to gain so much courage to ask you out, but lose the nerve or get interrupted every time. I’d understand it if you said no, but I really had to ask.”

“You need that much courage just to ask me out even though you just fought all those guys with no fear?”

“Pretty much.”

“I-” Y/N held his hands back before leaning forward and kissing his lips softly. Carl leaned forward trying to catch your lips pulling away as he was fully enveloped in bliss. You laughed at his reaction, and he laughed at himself too. “I-Carl…I hope you realize not anyone just does what you did. I thought you were really cute, don’t worry…You’re not the only one. I’d love to go on a date with you and some other time we can find a job together?”

“As long as my schedule matches yours, I really don’t care where we work. Uh-” He scratches the back of his head softly and asks, “Can I kiss you again? I really liked it. Won’t be able to stop thinking about it if I don’t get at least one more before the end of the day.” You smile and nod as he comes in close. 

Hope your day got better

Shameless Masterlist

Full Masterlist

[dracos-eternity]

Hey so you said you write for anyone so can you do either a Carl Gallagher or Ethan Cutkosky smut x reader where them and the reader kinda hate each other but her and Debbie are friends and for whatever reason the sexual tension is high so they have hate sex

In Your Place- Carl Gallagher x Reader Smut

sorry it took me so longggg I’m trying to get back into writing now I promise

listen to the song closer by nine inch nails (but slowed)...jus gave me chills while reading like omg

Warnings- HATE SEX, Typical Carl shit, Spanking, Oral (M&F), Fingering, Daddy Kink, Choking, Breath Play, Hair pulling, Unprotected sex, Degradation, Praise, let me know if i missed something

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"Debs!" I slam the door shut, huffing as I sit on the couch.

"She's not here." An annoying voice appears from around the corner, my eyes rolling as he comes into a view, a snide comment flowing from his lips.

"Shut the hell up." I throw something off the couch in his direction.

"You shut up." He dodges the item, throwing something else at me.

"Make me, asshole." My face heats up as my anger levels rise.

"Maybe I will, Princess." He swaggers up to me, hovering over me, lips inches from mine.

"C-carl." I whisper, a shock shooting from the top of my spine, straight to my core.

"No, be a good girl, what's my name?" Carl whispers in a low, dark tone, hand grabbing my throat.

"N-no, make me." I force out, all of my courage being used.

"Get up." He grabs me by my hair, a small moan falling from me.

"Aww, does the little slut like having her hair pulled?" He questions in a mocking tone. I whimper at the name, letting him drag me up the stairs. He throws me on the bed, quickly discarding his belt.

"W-what are you doing?" Wetness pooling between my legs.

"Open." He grabs my jaw roughly, forcing it open. I whine, small moans falling around him as he forces my head down on him, hitting the back of my throat.

"Look at you, just need someone to put you in your fucking place." He spits through gritted teeth, his tip twitching as he rams into the back of my throat.

I moan, my hand rubbing circles on my clit as I feel my arousal turn to ache. I try to pull away, unable to breathe.

"Aw, can the slut not breathe, you can breathe once I'm done." He grunts out, coating the back of my throat with his hot seed.

"Daddy, please." I whine, wanting, no, needing him to fuck me.

"What, does the needy little whore need daddy to touch her?" He mocks, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Yes, I need it.” I whine, fingers desperately playing at my clit.

“Upstairs.” His tone was dark and demanding, I didn’t dare argue. I quickly get up, basically running upstairs to his room.

“Want you so bad.” I whine, he pushes me back on the bed, kissing me as he pushes my skirt up. He makes quick work of discarding my panties and attaching his mouth to my clit. I let out a soft moan as he pushes two fingers in me, spelling his name with his tongue.

“So wet, pretty girl.” I whine at his words, my hips bucking against his fingers, a desperate attempt to satisfy my crave for him.

“Please, want you to fuck me.” I cry out, his eyes meeting mine as he stands up, rubbing his tip through my folds.

“Beg, go on.” He placed kisses along my neck, my hips desperately trying to meet his.

“Please, daddy. Please.” He gives in, slamming into me. I let out a series of curses, whines, and whimpers. His name falls in between each noise.

“You feel so good, gonna make me cum.” He groans, his hips keeping a steady pace. His tip brushes that sweet spot with every move.

“I’m g-gonna-” My sentence is cut short by orgasm approaching earlier than planned. I moan out his name as I clench around him, his climax following mine.

“Stop squeezing around me, feels like your milking me. We’re gonna have to go again if you keep on.” He groans in my ear. I giggle at his comment, my breathing finally balancing out.

“Carl, we’re home!” Lip’s voice rings out and we both look at each other before rushing to put our clothes back on.

“Nobody can know about this.” I mumble, attempting to fix my hair.

“Nobody.” He agrees, placing a small kiss to my lips.

“I still hate you, Gallagher.”

“I hate you too.” He smiles before bouncing down the stairs.

[baphometsss]

Sweet Spot

Pairing: Ian x Mickey

Rating: M for sex talk and pure, disgusting fluff, otherwise G 

Word count: 2,104

A/N: Okay look, this was meant to be a little drabble to help me get through writer’s block well enough to finish a different fic, but it wound up being 2000 words long. And I’m serious about the ‘pure fluff’ tag. Literally nothing happens in this fic. It’s just pure, unadulterated domestic fluff. Read if you like getting rotten teeth.

*

It takes Mickey nearly 45 minutes to get home from the mall on a journey that should’ve taken twenty at the most, all thanks to some bullshit causing the El to run behind schedule. To make matters worse, he’s had to walk home from the station in the pouring rain, so by the time he gets through the door he’s dripping wet and extremely irritated.

Liam glances up at him from where he’s flicking through channels lazily, a half-eaten bowl of mac and cheese on the coffee table in front of him.

“Hey,” he says, peeling off his drenched coat and hanging it up by the door. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through it a few times to wring out some of the water. “Ian home yet?”

“No,” Liam replies as he places the remote down on the coffee table.

Mickey shrugs and makes his way upstairs where he’s greeted by the unmistakable sound of a headboard hitting against a wall. This is followed by a cry and a low laugh. He grimaces as he realises that Sandy is clearly staying the night again, but reasons that this at least means that the bathroom should be free. He heads into the bedroom to kick his shoes off and then takes a shower to warm himself up.

He ends up spending longer than usual under the spray, given that there’s not enough people home to bitch at him for using the hot water. He lets it wash away the bullshit he’d had to put up with at work – some spoiled teenager thinking she would try to show off to her friends by stealing shit, a middle aged woman who reeked of wine and was getting too aggressive with the manager. He runs his fingers through his hair and lets the water warm him to his bones, flushing away the shiver he’d had by the time he got home.

He brings his hand up to look at his wedding ring, and smiles as he wonders what Ian’s doing. He plays with it, admiring the combination of silver and black. He finds himself doing this a lot lately, as if one day he’s going to wake up and it won’t be there, and he’ll be back in his bedroom at Terry’s or his squalid bedsit in Tijuana, scared and angry and lonely, and all of this, even Ian, would fade away into never-had-been.

He shakes his head and decides to stop acting like a pussy. Goddamn Gallagher—rubbing off on him, making him all sentimental and shit. Speaking of rubbing off… Mickey smirked as he made quick work of getting clean, and then rummaged around in the stuff piled up under showerhead for the douche he’d brought in with him.

By the time he’s done, there’s a little more noise in the house. He can hear his husband’s voice chatting to Liam, the rustling of a plastic bag. Mickey smiles and heads to their room to change into pair of sweats and one of Ian’s hoodies. He doesn’t bother with the t-shirt but zips it up halfway, leaving some of his chest on show, and runs a cursory hand through his hair to detangle it and keep it out of his face.

He jogs down the stairs and grins at his husband.

“What’s up?” he says, still smiling like a lovesick fool as Ian glances up at him from pulling groceries out of a bag.

“Hey,” he says with a smile, looking Mickey up and down. His eyes linger on the hoodie and Mickey’s collarbone, but he doesn’t say anything. He just smirks and takes a carton of eggs out of the bag on the counter.

Mickey hops into one of the bar stools. “How was work?”

“Eh, same old, same old. Couple of old folks falling down, a few overdoses, some bar fights, a stabbing in Bridgeport. You know, the usual,” Ian replies, rearranging the contents of the fridge and shoving things in wherever he could.

“Huh,” Mickey replies disinterestedly, and begins to rummage through the bags in front of him until he finds a pack of cigarettes. He pulls one out, puts it between his lips and starts glancing around for a lighter. Ian’s is on the table behind him along with the ashtray, and he pulls it up to the bar.

“I thought I’d make burgers tonight,” Ian mumbles, putting a box of cereal in the cupboard.

“Mkay,” Mickey replies, blowing out a stream of smoke and gazing at Ian through slightly wet eyes.

“You know Linda’s oldest kid is nearly as tall as me now? Little shit used to come up to my waist. He’s not even in high school yet,” he adds, picking up the empty bags and shoving them into the drawer.

“No shit?” Mickey drawls, still not really paying attention to what Ian’s saying and letting his eyes travel over his husband’s shoulders and arms instead.

“You think Debs and Sandy will want dinner? Carl’s out tonight and Liam had mac and cheese when he got back from school. I should go ask them—”

“I… would give them a wide berth if I were you,” Mickey says with a wince.

Ian is silent for a moment and then laughs. “I think they’re tryin’ to outdo us, you know,” Ian says with a chuckle, and reaches into the last bag to take the detergent out and put it on the shelf above the washer.

Mickey snorts. “Then they’re gonna die tryin’,” he says, and takes a long drag on his cigarette.

Ian chuckles and then turns the oven on to begin work on dinner. They shoot the shit while Ian works, Mickey chain smoking while Ian nags him about smoking inside without opening a window. It doesn’t stop him from stealing the occasional drag though, and then ordering Mickey to grate the cheese.

“I don’t know why you don’t just use singles, man,” Mickey asks as Ian gives him the grater, a plate, and a block of cheddar cheese that’s large enough to use as a blunt object.

“It tastes better, and it’s more economical,” Ian says as he pulls the patties out of the oven and pokes at them with a spatula, the smell of cooking meat quickly replacing the smell of cigarette smoke. Mickey feels his stomach rumble and he almost drools.

“Man that smells good,” he says, and takes a swig of the beer Ian had separated from the six pack before putting it in the fridge.

“Mhm,” Ian mumbles. “You know what else is good? My blue cheese dressing. So grate the cheese or I’m not making it.”

Mickey scowls and gets to work.

They take their food upstairs with them, along with the rest of the six pack and a carton of donuts. Ian switches on the TV Mickey had brought home the other week with no explanation and then slips a DVD into the side of it.

“What’re we watchin’?” Mickey asks around a mouthful of food.

“I don’t know. I picked up the first thing I saw,” Ian says, and twists the lid off a beer. He climbs onto the bed and settles against the headboard before going to town on his own food.

It’s quiet for a while as they eat and watch Jaws. It only takes about another twenty minutes before Mickey gets bored and starts fiddling with a loose thread on Ian’s t-shirt. He obviously got changed before coming home and Mickey tries not to feel too disappointed at that. He’s yet to bring up his appreciation for Ian’s EMT uniform, but he gets the feeling that Ian already knows about it; last week he’d stripped Mickey completely naked while he only unzipped his fly to fuck him with his uniform still on. It had been ridiculously hot and Mickey had come embarrassingly hard, all while Ian had only smirked and smoked lazily while he watched Mickey get dressed.

“So how was work?” Ian asked.

“Boring.”

“Why, didn’t you get to crack any skulls?”

“Nah, there was some bullshit with people stealing crap from the store and getting handsy with the boss,” Mickey says. “It’s just a boring job.”

“Why don’t you look for another one?”

“I can’t. Larry got me this one so if I quit I have to get another job, which will be just as shitty,” Mickey explains. “You know as well as I do that most places won’t hire felons, especially ones still on parole.”

Ian is silent for a minute. “Well, you know… I did stop by the community college earlier. Asked about G.E.Ds—”

Mickey sighs. “This shit again?”

“I’m just saying, if you’re gonna bitch about your job the least you can do is think of something else you could do,” Ian says.

“I ain’t gonna find anything else, Ian,” Mickey says with a roll of his eyes. “I’m good at two things: giving beat downs, and takin’ dick.”

“That’s not true. I mean, you are good at that stuff, but you have other talents too,” Ian replies.

“Oh yeah?” Mickey asks, disinterested and still toying with Ian’s loose thread while the screams of people being eaten by a shark blares from the TV.

“Yeah. I mean, you were a drug dealer, right? You’re better at math than I ever was, and you have to be good at math for that kind of work,” Ian says, sliding his hand across his stomach and threading his fingers through his husband’s.

“Hm,” Mickey hums, watching Ian stroke his knuckles with his thumb.

“And math is like a gateway subject, you know? It can open up a lot of different career paths,” he says. “You could go into business or you could do something science-y, or engineering, or you could train to be a mechanic… Hey, I bet Lip even knows how you could get into that. He fixes motorcycles—”

Mickey’s learned that kissing the bastard is the best way to shut him up. Ian’s mouth is a warm weight against his, but he barely gets to taste him for a second before Ian is jerking his head away.

“I’m serious, Mick—mph—”

Ian gives up for a few moments, and he finally melts into the slow, firm kiss, bringing his hand up to cup Mickey’s head.

When they finally break apart, Mickey’s eyes are soft, but Ian’s are still determined.

“I’m not gonna let this go, you know,” Ian says, looking up at his husband from where his head had been pushed back into the pillow. “You just need to believe in yourself more—”

“No, Ian, what I need is to relax and maybe have sex. I’ve had a long day at work. Can you please stop with the inspirational speech bullshit?” Mickey says, his eyes pleading.

Ian is silent for a few moments.

“Maybe have sex? Wow, I knew married life would be different, but we’re skipping sex already? Wow,” Ian says, an expression of mock surprise on his face.

Mickey smiles and pulls away slightly. “Fuck you. We’re having sex. Just not right now. You know sex and food don’t mix well for me,” Mickey says, then leans back and belches loudly.

Ian grimaces. “Sexy,” he says.

“Shut up, Gallagher. You love it.”

Ian laughs and pulls Mickey in close, buries his head in his hair. “I love you,” he says softly, inhaling the scent of him.

Mickey smiles and wraps his arms around him, that strange feeling of wanting to pinch himself coming back full force again. “I love you too.”

They pull away from each other after a moment and shuffle around. Ian is a still weight on his back, propped up on a pillow, but Mickey keeps shifting. He lies with his back against the headboard, but then he gets pins and needles in his leg. He slides down a bit, but it makes his neck hurt. He rolls onto his side and leans on one arm for a while, but then his arm starts to ache.

“Goddamnit,” he mumbles.

“Jesus, will you get over here? You’re like a goddamn earthworm,” Ian finally snaps. He lifts his arm up in invitation.

Mickey shuffles closer, rests his head on Ian’s pectoral muscle. He throws one arm over his chest and sighs as he finally settles, his body fitting against Ian’s like a jigsaw.

“That’s the sweet spot, huh?” Ian whispers into his hair, his hand stroking his back soothingly.

Mickey smiles against his chest and glances over at his wedding ring, still firmly on his finger, glinting in the low light of the TV.

“Yeah.”

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[arriansarchive]

Carl Gallagher/Male!Reader Drabble

Been a long while since I've done Carl but I promise I love him

He's so...

You know?

Sorry I took a day off. stressful stuff is happening

M/n is so me in this fic ngl

Okay enjoy to everybody who voted for Carl in the latest poll

Summary: You don't think you deserve what Carl gives you. You are a Milkovich, after all.

You sighed heavily as you walked up the deteriorating front steps to enter the Gallagher house hold. The moment has come where you had to break up with Carl.

He always treated you with the most respect anyone in your life ever had, but you simply can't accept it. You were a Milkovich, and Milkoviches where made for the rough life. Gangs and stuff. Not some loving relationship. Mickey had beaten the odds, that's all. You would mess it all up eventually.

Carl leaving you was your worst nightmare, so you might as well leave him first. You'd gotten in the way of all of the good things you'd ever had; what was different about this one?

You let yourself in as always, and the living room was a mess as always. A mess that you had always loved and adored. You met Carl very early in your school days whenever you had taught him how to make a flame thrower with hairspray and a lighter. He hadn't stopped since.

It was weird for a Gallagher and a Milkovich to be friends, and his sister Fiona was obviously cautious around you at first, but they had all grown to enjoy your company. Even Debbie would hang out with you from time to time.

Nothing changed whenever you started to date Carl beside your self esteem. Even though Carl did everything right, it made you feel wary and cautious. Mickey never seemed to feel that way. You wondered why. Don't misunderstand, you truly loved Carl; but something in you just couldn't accept his love.

"Hey!" A familiar voice from inside called.

You looked over to see who was calling out to you, and you see that it's Carl himself. He looked happy, not stressed as usual with his new job at that police station. You hated to see him so happy and ruin his good day.

"Carl, I have something to talk to you about." You mumbled under your breath.

You weren't one to back down from loud, yelling confrontation. You were from the south side after all; but with Carl was a whole other situation. He has five older siblings, you were bound to get it soon.

"What's up?" He asked with a goofy smile on his face.

You cross your arms, faking a mask of nonchalance. "I need to break up with you."

Not waiting to hear an answer, you hurried out the door. You could hear him calling your name, but you kept on the path back to your house. Though tears didn't fall from your eyes, tears fell in your mind.

You opened the door to your home and closed the door of your relationship.

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[edmetalqueer]

*!*!* Boys Kiss Boys *!*!*

Pair: Carl Gallagher x M!Reader.

Genre: Fluff.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Marijuana, Alcohol, Making Out, Mentions Of BlowJobs.

F/M - Favourite Movie.

Y/N sat in his room, writing on his homework. He looked over at his clock, letting out an annoyed groan. He grabbed his phone, texting the only person he knew that made life an adventure. Carl Gallagher.

Y/N 1:23am - Hey, you awake?

Carl 1:25am - Yeah, what's up? Need me to beat anyone to dust at this hour?

Y/N 1:30am - No, could you come over? I'll open my window for you.

Carl 1:34am - Alright, will be there in a few minutes.

Y/N smiled, walking over to his window. He opened up the window, dragging the curtains away so it'll be easier for Carl to sneak in. He took out a box that he hid in his room, taking out a lighter and a joint. He lit it up, placing it in his mouth.

Carl held a bag of beers, trying to climb up the roof to Y/N's window. He threw the bag up onto the roof, lifting his weight up, and getting onto the roof. He crawled to the open window.

Y/N heard noises out from his window, a grin on his face. He walked towards the window, seeing a struggling Carl. He chuckled, gripping his hand, and pulling him inside.

"I brought beers," Carl said, smirking. Y/N kissed his forehead, smiling. "You told Fiona that you left the house?" Y/N asked, sitting down on his bed. "Nope, I'll tell her in the morning," Carl said, laying down on the bed. He grabbed the bag he brought, taking out a beer can.

He opened the beer can, taking a sip. Y/N laid down next to him, smoking a joint.

"Are your parents home?" Carl asked, Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? They're usually home at this hour." He said, passing Carl the joint in exchange for the can of beer. Carl handed him the can, taking the joint gladly. "So, you can't blow me off?" he said, Y/N laughed. "Nope, just cuddling and kissing." He replied, taking a sip from the beer.

Carl wrapped his arms around Y/N, taking a blow from the joint. Y/N grabbed Carl's hand, kissing it.

"What's a movie you wanna watch?" Carl asked, giving Y/N the joint, and grabbing the beer can. Y/N thought for a moment, "Hm. Probably F/M!" Y/N responded.

Carl chuckled, "Isn't that your favorite movie?" he said, Y/N nodded. "Yup, got a problem with that?" he said, kissing Carl.

"Nope, not at all," Carl said, wrapping his arms around Y/N. Y/N placed the beer can on the bedside table, wrapping his own arms around Carl.

They sat in comfortable silence, kissing one another.

"I love you, L/N." "I love you too, Gallagher."

[edmetalqueer]

*!*!* Drug Money *!*!*!*

Pair: Carl Gallagher x M!Reader.

Genre: Fluff.

Request: Yo, I love your fics and I was just wondering if I could request a carl x male reader fic where the reader is basically just grinding and trying to get these concert tickets he’s been wanting and then Carl pops up with his drug money and is like “I got them”

WARNINGS: Swearing, Drug money.

F/B - Fav Band.

Y/N was only focusing on one thing, and one thing only. To get the tickets for F/B. But he didn't have the money.

His boyfriend Carl sat next to him, looking at his own phone. "You still haven't gotten ahold of the tickets?" Carl asked. Y/N sighed, "No, everything is so expensive or hard to get, I think I'm just gonna give up and not gonna go." he said, sighinf.

Carl stared at him. He quickly stood up, leaving the house for a quick moment.

Y/N was confused, waiting for Carl to get back.

** Few minutes later. **

Carl came back, holding money in his hand. "I got you covered." Carl said, grinning.

Y/N smiled, looking at him. "Jeez, you sure you'll be willing to do this?" Y/N asked, wrapping his arms around Carl.

"Hell yes I am." Carl said. Y/N kissed him on the cheek, giggling. He was so excited, smiling brightly.

"Where did you even get this money?

"Drug money."