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[thelostmagicians]

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. 

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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. 

_

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.

[theitgirlnetwork]

Masterlist

Shameless

Lip Gallagher (Requests Open)

Ongoing Series:

Better

Drabbles:

Nothing Yet

One-shots:

Sick Fic (Lip x Charlotte) Phoebe's Interlude (Teen Dad Lip Gallagher)

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

Ongoing Series:

Me and You

Drabbles:

One-shots:

Rafe Cameron

Ongoing Series:

What Are You Willing To Do?

Drabbles:

One-Shots:

Art Donaldson

Ongoing Series:

Earn It

Drabbles:

One-Shots:

Carmen Berzatto

Ongoing Series:

End of Beginning

Drabbles

One-Shots:

[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

[saltnsugarbear]

you said you like my eyes and you like to make them roll (18+)

summary: Fiona fucks you dumb <3

title from: "Nonsense" by Sabrina Carpenter

word count: 0.3k

content warnings: MDNI!!! dumbification, afab reader genitalia, rabbit vibrator,

divider by @strangergraphics

"Aww, look at you... You poor thing.." Fiona's tone is condescending, but you do not care. You can't think past the feeling of the toy she has thrusting into you.

Fiona's hands haven't moved from the buttons at the end of the toy, adjusting the speed as she sees fit. She's been using it so long tonight that you're surprised it hasn't died yet, with the way she's using the features so freely.

Fionas been fucking with you all night. Literally. When you got home, she spent what felt like hours between your thighs, lapping at your cunt like it would be her last meal.

You're not quite sure what you did to receive such treatment tonight, taken by surprise at how needy she was to please.

Fiona watches as you squirm under the vibrations she's set to the highest setting. The feeling of the rabbit bullying your clit has you gasping as your walls clamp around the shaft of the toy.

"Look at you, baby.. Can't even say your own name right now, can you?" She pouts at you, her lower lip jutting out softly.

You whine at her words, your hands tightly gripping the sheets as she teeters you over the edge of overstimulation.

"Come on, use your words, baby.." Fiona tells you. She grabs your chin softly, making you look at her as your hips grind further into the toy.

"Can't, Fi.." You whine, shaking your head softly.

"Can't what, honey? Can't think? Fucked y'so good you can't think?" Her voice is coated with condescension, it make you pout at her.

"Fi.." Your whine is high pitched, like a child's. It makes her grin at you.

"Don't worry, hon," she tells you, pulling the toy out without warning. The loss of being filled makes you whimper, watching her swipe a finger along the silicone shaft and pop it in her mouth, coated in your slick makes it worse.

"Gonna take real good care of ya.." She tells you when she takes her finger out of her mouth. You can't process much more after she's kissing you and prodding at your entrance with two fingers.

"Gonna take such good care of ya.."

[theapangea]

Yas for the forehead kiss. Thank you💖

Also, I think we should come up with a nickname for fwb reader.

Now onto the smutty smut and angsty fluff. So here's a few ideas in general.

Their first time together like what made them want to, would it be her first time? Or would this be like a jealousy thing like obvi they're bffs and he's messing with Karen. But what if he saw reader in passing with someone hitting on her. Or hell he sees her with a hickey herself.

Or like as some smaller ones, just her reaction if they sleep together and she's like yes! Finally and when she goes to ask him about if afterwards he gets a call from Karen. Or just snippits of when he calls her not his girlfriend and her reactions and the reactions of the other Gallaghers.

Here are my nicknames idea - let me know what you all think - Sweetheart, Button, Bunny, Sugar or Sunshine???

I'm kind of leaning more towards Bunny because it can have like a cute little story behind it. Like it's enduring without being like you have to be together (boyfriend-girlfriend) to call someone that.

Smutty stuff - My fav

I don't think Lip would be her first time. I imagine them being friends for a while but not like super close until pretty recent. Lip would so be jealous when he sees another guy hit on her/ or she talks about hooking up with someone. And at first like maybe he is a little protective but then after sleeping with the reader kind of thinks it something more. I also think another reason he sleeps with reader is because Karen has dudes on the side - so like in a way to get back at her. There's many layers. I have an idea about some jealous lip dabbles that can correspond with the story!!!

I think the reader has liked Lip for a while - I mean how could she not??? I think she would be like super happy that her and lip hooked up. I picture it kind of spontaneous (like in the back of a car, or like some random ass place). And she thinks it's some one time thing like he just need to blow off steam because he was mad at Karen. And then they just keep having sex.

I think adding some side stuff with the other Gallaghers can help develop the story. Like Fiona warning Lip to stop playing with the readers heart. Or like Debbie is super sweet to the reader. Just some stuff to show how close Lip and the reader are.

This is going to be a very complex story lol. Super excited to write it thou!!

[emryses]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you @postmodernau & @queerofthedagger for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

35. what the hell lmao

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

379,505. again. what the hell!!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

at this point i would say the main one is stranger things. i tend to only be able to successfully write for one fandom at a time apparently lol. but i imagine i'll dip my toes back into merlin one day.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you looking at me, looking at you (steddie) / run your fingers through my hair (steddie) / eat me alive (steddie) / when the party's over (gallavich!!) / you want it straight from the heart (steddie)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do! most or try my best to. often in the first week-ish after posting something, and i do sincerely try to respond to every comment but i've fallen behind on that a lot recently.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

this is a hard question to answer because i literally have thrived off of angst, specifically in the merlin fandom, for many years. i think i'll say winter always turns to spring which is a canon compliant merlin/will fic i wrote that has a tinge of....unrequited feelings, which is probably what bumps it up into the most sad.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

is it bad that i don't write a lot of "traditional" happy endings? i kind of make them work to get there lol. bittersweet my beloved. i would say my hairdresser steve au is the most lighthearted thing i've written with a happy ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really! i've gotten the occasional weird ass comment that i'm sure the commenter THOUGHT was "kind" but i've kind of side-eyed.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do! i don't think i'm very good at it & it takes me ages when i do. i guess all kinds??? love it when they're pathetic and desperate iykwim.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not often, but i have a steddie btvs au i am slowly percolating on.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of! but i doubt it, even then lol.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! there was a merlin translation fest a while back, and my merwill fic, winter always turns to spring was translated into portuguese!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no..........but mona & i have been percolating some thoughts..............................................monaaaaaaa.........is this a sign................?

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

this is such a hard question !!! i think i have to say at this moment in time it's steddie. they truly just scratch all the shippy itches for me. honourable mention tho to merthur, who have had my soul in some way or another for 10+ years.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have this shameless canon divergence fic. the summary i wrote describes it best: "When Ian was 3, his birth father Clayton Gallagher and his wife Lucy were granted full custody, ripping Ian away from the only family he had ever known. Fifteen years later, Ian has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and is looking for answers. Here, he reconnects with Fiona and Lip, his brother and sister who watched him be taken. Ian also meets his brother’s friend, Mickey, who conveniently is the guy Ian has been meeting in bars and dark alleys for the past few weeks."

part of me wishes i could go back and finish it, but i haven't written for gallavich in so long & i have so many other fics for other fandoms i'm more inclined to finish first. i guess never say never, but i also don't know when the time for it would be. alas.

16. What are your writing strengths?

how dare anyone make me talk positively about myself....sigh. ok. i think i'm good at character tone/voice. the way characters speak has always come pretty easily to me, and so i'm often most proud of my dialogue. i think it's why a lot of my fics often are dialogue heavy & have people working out problems together.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

does my own brain count? i feel like i can be repetitive in my descriptors of things. everything is "says softly" or "he smiles" or "he laughs" etc. my brain tells me every single goddamn sentence has to be Unique or something, and then i get in my head about Everything. it's the worst !!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i haven't ever done it! not sure how i would go about it tbh! i don't speak any other languages other than english, so i would be hesitant to put any other language in a fic of mine because i would have to rely on google translate or something.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HMMM. if i'm really honest, probably peter pan when i was like. 10. then it was icarly LMAO. all on ff.net babeyyyy

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

hands down, fields of gold. i consider it to be my merlin magnum opus of sorts, my eternal love letter to the show. i took 2 years to write it, and genuinely no joke some of the aspects/themes of that fic date back to headcanons/meta i wrote in 2012. so. i poured a lot of my heart into that fic, and i hope it shows.

zero pressure tags: @stargyles/@pushrope, @mojowitchcraft, @magicinavalon, @stevespookington, @lady-lostmind, @thefreakandthehair, @snapshotmaestro, @glaftwlet, @andonandon & truly anyone who sees this and wants to answer these questions. tag me!!! i am nosy and love stuff like this lol.

[leossmoonn]

Best Friend’s Sister [Fiona Gallagher]

masterlist

pairing - fiona gallagher x male!reader

type - smut, fluff

note / request- requested by @iawaythrown “The reader is a college friend of lip's and is coming to the Gallagher house. While walking in snow the reader has to change in to new dry clothes (they brought) and fiona walks in. The reader has a 6 pack with deep V line and Fiona basically swoons over him. She heavily flirts with him. also add smut” first time writing in a male perspective. also idk like how to write receiving head or anything so im sorry if this sucks. give me pointers if you want! haha. enjoy!

summary - you meet lip’s sister, fiona, while changing clothes and you two get pretty close

warnings - language, smut (oral male receiving, intercourse), underage drinking 

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*gif isnt mine*

“Don’t mind the mess,” Lip said to you while you walked through his yard.

“It’s fine. Couldn’t be worse than our dorm room,” you smirked.

Lip chuckled and unlocked the door. You walked into the house after him, seeing clothes strewn across the room, toys everywhere, and the sweet smell of KFC.

“Hey, Lip!” A redhead girl ran up to him.

“Hey, Debs!” Lip smiled and hugged her.

“Who’s this?” The girl looked over to you and asked.

“This is a friend from college,” Lip introduced you. “Hi, I'm Y/n,” you smiled at the girl. 

“Hi, I’m Debbie, Lip’s little sister. Are you staying over?” Debbie asked, gesturing to the duffle bag you had over your shoulder. 

“Yeah, I’m stayin’ for the weekend,” you smiled.

“Cool. Well, I’m going over to Holly’s. See you later,” Debbie said and walked past you. 

“See you,” Lip smiled and waved to her. 

“Hey, you mind if I change?” You asked. “My pants are wet from all the snow.” “Yeah, no problem. My room is straight down the hall. I’ll be down here,” Lip said. You nodded and jogged up the stairs, finding where Lip’s room was. 

You closed the door behind you, settling down your bag. You took off your jeans, finding a new pair and putting them on quickly. You then took off your shirt, finding a thicker one as it was cold in the house. 

Right when you were about to pull out a shirt, the door opened. 

“Lip, I didn’t know you were ho- Oh, fuck, sorry.” You looked to see who came into the room. It was a ridiculously hot girl. She had wavy, voluminous hair and big, pretty brown eyes. She was wearing low-waisted skinny jeans and a tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt.

You noticed her eyes go down from your face to your stomach. Her eyes lingered as she stared at your 6-pack, her eyes going down further to peek at your v-line that trailed down to under your jeans. You couldn’t help but smirk.

“Hey, I’m Lip’s friend from college, Y/n,” you smiled at her. 

Her eyes snapped up to you, face blushing as she got caught staring. “Hi, I'm Fiona. Lip’s older sister.”

“Oh, right, he mentioned you. He didn’t say how pretty you were, though,” you smiled kindly. 

Fiona chuckled, “And he didn't say how hot you were.” It was your turn to blush. “Thanks, I work out.”

“Hm, I can see that. Well, uh, I’ll be downstairs. I think we’re watchin’ a movie tonight,” Fiona said. 

“I’m looking forward to it,” you gave her a flirty smile. 

You noticed her legs give out a little, needing to get ahold of the door frame. 

“Me, too,” she smiled and walked off. You looked at her backside, seeing how her hips swayed when she walked away. 

You shook your head with a chuckle, putting your shirt on and going downstairs. You saw at least 3 more kids in the house. 

“Oh, hey! You must be Y/n,” another redhead, this time a boy, smiled at you. 

“Hey, yeah,” you smiled kindly. “Who’re you all?” “I’m Ian. This is Liam,” Ian said and pointed to the toddler in the high-seat. 

“Cool,” you smiled. “Is this chicken up for grabs?”

“Yeah, make yourself at home,” Lip said. “Thanks, man,” you said and went over to the kitchen table. 

“So, do you two have a room together?” Ian asked. 

“Yep. We didn't originally have one together. We met in one of our classes and became good friends. We decided to switch rooms,” you said while taking a piece of KFC.

“Weren’t you rooming with, uh, Amanda?” Ian asked Lip. “Yeah, until she started to suck my dick in my sleep,” Lip snorted. 

You chuckled with him. “Yeah, she’s wild.”

Lip hummed in agreement. 

“Ready to watch a movie?” Fiona came in with three bowls of popcorn. You turned your attention to her, shamelessly raking your eyes over her body. 

Fiona noticed this and positioned herself to where her hip popped out. She gave you a big, flirty smile, to which you returned. 

“Okay, you guys can stop eye-fucking each other now,” Lip pushed past you and into the living room.

Fiona glared at him and you chuckled to yourself. You got up, following the family to the couch. You sat next to Fiona on the left end of the couch. Lip said next to her, and Ian sat at the other end. Liam sat on Lip’s lap. 

“Where’s Debbie?” You asked. “Probably at her friend’s,” Fiona answered while pressing play on the movie. 

“What friends?” Ian snickered. Fiona hit him on the back of her head with a smile. “Shut up.”

You smiled at their banter, turning your attention to the movie. You were watching ‘Cars 2′. 

Halfway through the movie, you felt a hand on your thigh. You looked over to see Fiona’s hand on you, but her eyes on the tv. You smirked, settling more into the couch, enjoying the feeling of her hand going up your leg. 

Her fingers crept up further, making your breath hitch as she put feathery-light pressure right over your dick. Fiona palmed you through your jeans, massaging you lightly. You looked to her, seeing her eyes already on you. Her eyes were hooded and lust-filled. You gave her the same look, biting your lip to stop a moan escaping. 

“Hey, Lip?” Fiona asked, moving her hand away from you. 

“What’s up?” Lip asked.

“I just remembered that the sink needs to be fixed. Y/n, do you mind coming up with me?” Fiona looked to you, licking her lips. 

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded.  “Alright, have fun,” Ian said as you two got up from the couch. 

Fiona took your hand and ran up the stairs. You followed her quickly, getting pulled into her bedroom. Fiona shut the door, crashing her lips onto yours immediately. 

You kissed her back with fervour, putting your hands on her waist and walking backwards. She fell onto her bed, breaking the kiss to scoot up. You followed her, crawling on top of her and going in between her legs. Your hands went to the bottom of her top, looking into her eyes. She smiled and nodded, you pulling her top off quickly. 

You sat back, a smirk resting on your lips. She had a white, lacey bra that was holding up her perfect, pretty breasts. You could see her curves that were popping out as she laid down. 

“Wow,” you breathed out. 

“Thanks,” Fiona smiled. She fluffed her hair out, putting her hand on your neck, pulling you down on her lips.  Your hands found her breasts, sneaking your hand under her back, expertly un-clipping your bra. 

“Wow, you’re handy,” Fiona as she pulled away for air. 

“There's a lot more where that came from,” you winked. She giggled in response. 

You dove your head down to her neck, finding her sweet spot and sucking on it. Fiona moaned, bucking her hips up to yours. 

“God, Y/n,” she moaned as your hands went up to her breasts, cupping them. Your mouth kissed down her skin, licking and nibbling a trail. Your mouth latched onto her right breast, your tongue flicking her nipple. Fiona whined, you other hand massaging her other breast. You sucked her boob, tugging her nipple gently, making eye contact with her. 

Fiona gave you a smile, panting as you switched breasts. You sucked on her chest and trailed down after a few minutes. 

Fiona’s hands grabbed at your shirt, pulling it over your head. She flipped you two over so she was straddling your waist. She ran her hands along your abs, biting her lip. She went down to your neck, kissing and nibbling over your sweet spot. You groaned quietly, putting your hands on her waist and ass. 

Fiona pulled away, taking off her pants, revealing matching panties to her bra. She looked up at you through her lashes, climbing back up on top of you. Her hands went to your jeans, unbuckling your belt and unzipping your jeans. You helped her take them off, taking your underwear off with them. 

Fiona’s eyes immediately went to your cock, her mouth curling up into a smile. She put one of her hands on your dick, the other over your balls. She massaged your balls slowly, putting your head down to the tip of your cock. 

She made eye contact with you, flicking her tongue over the tip of your cock, licking up some of the pre-cum. You groaned at the sight, your heart dropping as she took your length into her mouth. 

She did little by little, adjusting so she could try and fit all of you. She had her free hand over the part that she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Fiona moved her head back and forth, resting her tongue on the underside of your dick. You put your  hand in her hair, pulling slightly as she went faster. 

“Fuck, Fiona,” You groaned. 

You felt her tongue swirl around your dick, push her lips further onto you. She was able to take you all in, gagging slightly. You gave her a small smile, letting her know with your eyes she didn’t have to, but she continued anyways. 

She deep-throated you, moving her head back and forth, side to side vigourously. You looked at her through hooded eyes, feeling yourself come close as she sucked your dick. You pulled her away. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said. “I wanna cum inside of you.”

She smiled and you switched spots with her. You took off her underwear, the sweet smell of her arousal filling your nose. You went in-between her legs once again. 

“Oh, wait, shit. Do you have a condom?” You asked. 

“Don’t need one. I’m on the pill,” she said. “You sure?” You asked. 

“Yep,” she nodded.

“Alright. Ready, then?” You asked, lining yourself up with her wet, glistening cunt. 

“Yes,” she said. 

You entered her slowly, earning a moan from both of you. You slowly entered all of yourself in, letting her take a few moments to adjust. Once she gave you a nod, you started to move slowly, but that didn’t last long. 

Soon, you were fucking her. You slammed into her pussy, Fiona’s nails scratching against your back. Her leg’s went around your waist, her heels digging into the base of your spine. 

“Ugh, you’re so tight,” you groaned as you felt her pussy tighten around you. 

“Fuck, Y/n!” Fiona screamed you went back and forth into her. 

You felt your orgasm build up and she tightened around your cock more. 

“I’m gonna c-cum!” Fiona exclaimed. 

“Me, too, baby,” you panted. 

You came inside of her, feeling her wetness and warmth grow around you. You both groaned as you released. 

You pulled out of her, collapsing other side. You both panted as you came down from your high. 

You turned to her, a smile on your face. 

“That was uh, great.” “I agree” Fiona breathed out. “I guess we should, um, go downstairs?”

“Or we can stay upstairs for a round two,” you smirked. “I could please you this time.”

Your hand crept up her thigh, going up to her pussy. 

“Sounds like a good deal,” she smiled, leaning over to kiss you.

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.

series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.

pairing : lip gallagher x fem!reader

warnings : swearing, arguing, mentions of prostitution, mentions of sex trafficking and sex slavery, mentions of drinking, mentions of homelessness, agression, smut, penetrative sex, degradation, physical violence, dumbification, dirty talk, praise kink, domination, spanking, and mocking.

12:05 pm (y/n’s perspective)

“fionna what the fuck!” a loud male voice boomed in my ears.

“would you please just let me explain!” another voice screamed back at the first. this one was female.

“no fionna! what the fuck is wrong with you! you can’t just be bringing illegal prostitutes home with you! ok? we barely have enough food to last us the rest of the week and now you wanna feed another person?!”

“what did you want me to do? did you want me to leave her to be sold into sex slavery!”

“i don’t know fionna, but it’s not my fucking problem, ok?! jesus christ.”

the two voices continued to yell back and forth at one another as the room slowly came into focus.

i was laying on an old beaten up sofa in a small living room that was filled with an assortment of loose papers, clothes, and junk.

“look, all i’m asking for is a few hours, ok? thats it! just stay with her until i get back from my shift, and then you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” the female voice stated calmly.

i looked to my left and saw a small entrance to what i assumed was the kitchen.

“fionna i have a quantum physics essay to write and i cant do that if i have to babysit a 19 year old prostitute that you brought home while drunk!” the male voice screamed.

“lip, we need the money from my shift at patsey’s. just work on your essay here. i seriously need to go.” the female voice hurriedly replied.

“make sure she doesn’t have anything else to drink!” the voice spoke up again, and within seconds the sound of a door slamming echoed throughout the house.

as i swung my legs over the side of the couch i felt the entire room slowly start to spin, and i grasped at my head in agony.

“fuck.” i murmered quietly under my breath.

i tried my best to stand up straight and slowly walked towards the kitchen.

as i reached the entrance to the kitchen i peered through the open archway to see a man who appeared to be around 19 or 20 years old sitting at a wooden dining table in front of an old laptop typing at a rapid rate.

“oh. you’re awake.” he said, and slowly turned to look up at me.

“where am i?” i asked quietly, with a slight shake to my voice.

“south side of chicago.” he stated plainly. “my idiot sister bought you off of your pimp last night so now she’s made you my problem.”

“oh.” i said softly. it was obvious he didn’t want me here and he continued to look up at me from his seat with a firm look of disapproval.

“why don’t you take a seat and sit tight while i finish this paper. once i’m done we can walk down to the nearest homeless shelter and get you some lunch before i take off to my advanced mathematics class.” he announced firmly. it was clear he wasn’t looking for any push back.

“ok.” i said quietly as i sat down in a wooden chair across from him.

i dreaded the thought of staying in a homeless shelter, but it was obvious i didn’t really have much of a choice.

“so whats your paper on?” i asked shyly, trying to start a conversation.

“nothing you’d understand.” he said without looking up.

“can you show me?” i replied, while standing up and slowly walking to the other side of the table.

“i don’t have time to show you! ok?! i told you to sit down and be quiet while i work on this. now if you could shut the fuck up that would be appreciated.” he lashed out aggressively.

“i’m sorry…” i whispered as i took a step forward and reached out to stroke his hair.

as my hand came in contact with the ends of his hair his right hand suddenly grasped mine and pulled mw towards him aggressively, causing my entire body to jolt.

“i told you to sit down and shut the fuck up.” he whispered harshly as he grabbed my waist and sat me on his lap.

“you cant even follow simple fucking instructions.” he hissed as he began to type on his computer again.

realising that i had pushed him far enough i decided to sit on his lap quietly as he finished his paper.

i watched as his long nimble fingers typed quickly on the keyboard and slowly let myself get distracted by his arms and his waist and how his body was incasing mine as he furiously typed.

slowly i shifted on his lap, attempting to get more comfortable, but immediately felt a slight buldge form quickly underneath me.

“you stupid slut.” he muttered under his breath.

my cheeks grew hot at his words as his hands flew to his belt and immediately started stripping his jeans off.

“i’m sorry… it was an accident.” i squeaked, trying to keep my composer.

“ohh i’m sure it was.” he said sarcastically before looking down at his lap and slowly started stroking himself.

“come here baby.” he said gently as he helped me up in order to hover over his erection.

only now did i realise that i didn’t have any panties on and was still wearing my short, black, strapless dress from the night club last night. the dress seemed to be covered in dried cum and stale beer, but still showcased my tits perfectly and was short enough to see the bottom half of my ass.

“its ok, i got you.” phillip coaxed soothingly as he started to gently lower me onto his dick.

“mhmm” i moaned as i felt him slip easily through my wet folds.

“this is how wet you are? huh? you’re this wet just from sitting here on my lap? holy fuck you’re a slut.” phillip whispered in my ear.

he slowly started to bounce me up and down while thrusting his hips into my ass, trying to get a rhythm started.

“your such a desperate whore. you couldn’t have just sat still.” he degraded as his hands found my breasts and quickly pulled them out of the top of my dress.

“uhh” i moaned as his big, veiny hands started to massage my chest in a circular motion.

“such a good girl for me.” he teased as my head flew backwards and landed on his chest.

“shhh, relax baby i got you” he praised quietly in my ear before gently picking me up and turning me around so that i was straddling him.

he slowly started to thrust his hips into mine and picked up the pace gradually.

i collapsed against his chest and immediately started moaning into his ear as he softly stroked my ass with his left hand while holding himself up with his right.

“are you gonna cum for me baby?” he mocked before sending 5 hard and quick thrusts straight into my g-spot.

“ye —“ i breathed out, exhausted.

“awww baby are you not able to speak properly? did i fuck you stupid sweetheart? come on and be a big girl and use your words.” he said cockily.

“i wanna cummm” i whined out desperately.

“don’t whine!” phillip scolded as his right hand quickly swatted my ass leaving a small red mark.

“please” i exhaled “let me cum daddy.”

“yea? go ahead and cum baby.” he said as he stood up and laid me on the kitchen table while continuing to thrust into me.

i felt the coil that had been building up in my stomach snap and i reached up and grasped onto his back before coming undone beneath him.

“hold on baby, let me get there.” phillip huffed as he kept thrusting into me.

“oh fuck” he breathed as he quickly pulled his dick out of me and came on my lower stomach.

as he laid me back down on the table and stood back to quickly scan my body.

my h/c hair was messily blown out around me and my tits had completely popped out of my dress. my ass and pussy were completely exposed and the bottom of my dress was pulled up around my stomach.

phillip looked at me stunned as i slowly tried to get up.

“come here” he said softly before wrapping his arms around my waist and carrying me upstairs to put me in the tub.

he ran the bath and filled it with hot water before carefully placing me in and stroking the back of my silky hair.

“its ok, you’re ok” phillip breathed as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“you’re gonna stay with us for a while. and i’m gonna make sure you’re ok.” he whispered into my ear and kissed my forehead.

and with that i fell asleep immediately.

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i love how close the gallagher family is and how they protect each other... except for frank. fuck frank.

oh yeah fuck monica too.

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Cocky Little Bitch

Carl Gallagher x Reader

Requested by: @gayqueerthatsit

Warnings: smut (18+), swearing, semi-public sex, etc.

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“Shit.” Carl grabbed your hips, pushing himself deeper into you. “So good for me baby, so good.” He mumbled into your neck, biting and sucking, listening to you moan, and writhe beneath him. Your thighs wrapped around him, as he thrust harder than before, hitting a spot inside of you, that you didn’t know you had. “Not cocky now, are you princess?” He rocked back and forth, sweat gathering on his brows, lacing your bodies. Your legs began to tremble, profanities spilling out of your lips, back arching. “Fuck, cum for me baby.” He told you. “Cum for me.” The noises coming out of your mouth made his eyes roll back, pushing in and out of you slower, an infamous pit growing in his stomach, in a way that his own hands couldn’t muster. The pleasure was overwhelming, veins throbbing as-

“CARL GET YOUR ASS UP! BREAKFAST!” Fiona called up the stairs. Carl suddenly shot up out of bed, drenched in sweat and a hard-on between his legs. He groaned, wiping a hand across his face, realising it was only a dream. He slammed his head onto the pillow, angrily. “CARL!” He heard again. “YEAH, FIONA GIMME A MINUTE!” He replied, not even attempting to hide the frustration in his voice. He was flustered and he couldn’t stand it. “WE GOTTA GO SOON!” He didn’t bother with a snarky reply, too overwhelmed with his own frustrations to give a shit.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, weighing out his options. His head had already made that decision, hands practically tearing off his boxers, quickly working on his issue. His hand moved up and down, angering himself with the way his movements could not compare to yours, despite being a complete and utter fantasy. Spilling allover his hands, he could all but imagine your lips wrapped around him, his cock buried deep inside of you while you pleaded for mercy through that egotistical little mouth of yours.

He rushed to show and dress himself, obviously repeating his ritual under the running water, couldn’t help but imagine fucking you under it. Today was going to be the day. He iterated to himself, over and over again. Today was going to be the day that he silenced that cocky little mouth and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. (Consenting, of course). Whether he had to drag you into the janitors closet, or tear your clothes off in the middle of first period. Today was going to be the day.

Carl practically shovelled his food into his mouth, ignoring the grimace he received from Fiona, who was just tying to clean. “Bye, Fiona.” He grabbed his bag, which consisted of: pens, his unfinished homework, and almost a million condoms. “Woah, woah we ain’t leaving for another...” Fiona looked down at her wrist, as of looking for a non-existent watch, then back to Carl. “Where you going?” She wasn’t stupid, sometimes he wished that she was. “He’s got a dick appointment with the class president.” Debbie said nonchalantly, biting into her toast an porting an orange juice for herself. Fiona cocked an eyebrow, tearing his bag away from it - pouring the contents onto the floor. “(Y/n) (L/n) is gonna fuck you?” She asked, not believing a word either of her two younger siblings were saying. “Well, I’m gonna try to-” He replied, hurrying to re-pack his bag. “Get outta here.” Those were the only words he needed to speed out of the house, towards his school.

—

He was frustrated. How dare you jog around the gym, those stupid fucking shorts hugging your ass, and that top had to be at least two sizes too small. You looked more fuckable than ever, and Carl wasn’t doing anything about it. Coincidentally, your guys’ gym teacher had left seat, leaving you to lead your class with the lesson. You blew your whistle, but Carl would have preferred it to be his own. “GALLAGHER GET YOUR KNEES UP, WE AREN’T RUNNING A MARATHON!” You shouted at him, sparking a laugh from your peers. But it only angered Carl more, on how he would love to shut your mouth, so you would stop running it.

You carried on yelling at them until Carl just snapped. “Do this.” “Do that.” Like you were queen of the fucking world. He balled his fists tightly. “Gallagher.” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Help me with the basketballs.” You told him, as there were four bags and were unable to carry them all yourself in one trip. “What’s the magic word?” He smirked wildly, and toy shot him an annoyed look. “Now.” Shit, how he was going to shut you up.

You opened the doors to the equipment room, switching the lights on, heading towards the basketballs when you heard the door shut behind Carl. You suddenly felt arms against your shoulders, roughly yet still gently being pushed and pinned to the wall behind you. “You’re a cocky little bitch, aren’t you?” After catching your breath, you could hardly talk, only stutters and splutters spiking from your dumbfounded lips. “Cat got your tongue?” He taunted, teasing you by pushing his body into yours. You whimpered slightly, a warmth growing in your stomach. Carl leaned forward, lips brushing against your own before he pulled back. “Can I?” He asked, you nodded. “Words, baby.” You whined are his comment. “Please,” “Not so boss now, are you?” He said, kissing you roughly before you had the chance to reply.

Before you knew it, you were both stripped of your clothes, dying for the release of each other. He pulled a condom from the pocket of the disgraced shorts on the floor, slipping it on. Your entrance was throbbing screaming at him for a source of pleasure. “You sure?” “For fucks sake, yes!” He instantly pushed himself inside of you, the pain not being an issue as your walls were coated in your own wetness. “Shit.” Carl grabbed your hips, pushing himself deeper into you. “So good for me baby, so good.” He mumbled into your neck, biting and sucking, listening to you moan, and writhe beneath him. Your thighs wrapped around him, as he thrust harder than before, hitting a spot inside of you, that you didn’t know you had. “Not cocky now, are you princess?” He rocked back and forth, sweat gathering on his brows, lacing your bodies. Your legs began to tremble, profanities spilling out of your lips, back arching. “Fuck, cum for me baby.” He told you. “Cum for me.” The noises coming out of your mouth made his eyes roll back, pushing in and out of you slower, an infamous pit growing in his stomach, in a way that his own hands couldn’t muster. The pleasure was overwhelming, veins throbbing as he cummed.

“You’re mine now.” He informed you, listening to you giggle against him, before your eyes widened. “Shit, the basketballs!”

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction

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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[perkqularkreashions]

The Gallagher Way

//In which Carl and Y/N are friends with benefits//

“Carl go” Y/N hummed slightly pushing her hands against his chest while his lips attacked her neck. She hummed slightly when he gently sucked on her sensitive spot which was just above her collar bone. Her hands gently ran through his hair while he tried pulling up her skirt. “No, Carl my parents will be home any minute” Y/N whispered out in low shallow breaths, she tried pushing him away but would soon miss the warmth of kiss and let him claim her neck.

“It doesn’t seem like you want me to go” he whispered against her neck. A cocky smirk rested lips, his lips left a ghostly touch on hers, she whimpered out lowly before trying to connect their lips but Carl seemed to have other plans in mind. His hand slowly ran up her thigh, his fingertips gently drumming on her exposed thigh, she wiggled slightly adjusting her legs so Carl could have easier access. His fingers gently ran over her wet panties, she moaned loudly. His hand wrapping around her lips. “We don’t want you waking up your brothers do we” she shook her robotically as he quickly turned her around pressing her against his chest, his hand slowly trailing down her stomach while his fingers teasingly played with her underwear.

“Carl please-” he shushed her lightly, his lips kissing her shoulder. His fingers slowly circled her clit. Applying a light pressed he flicked the throbbing clit in his fingers. Carl slapped her hand over her mouth to prevent her loud moans from echoing into the house. He grunted lowly as her ass pressed against his growing erection, he tried keeping her stationary but that only made her gyrate more. She whimpered softly when Carl thrusted his fingers into her, he moaned at the feeling of his fingers in her. He thrusted his two fingers quickly while his the palm of his hand brushed against her clit.

“Baby you’re gonna have to be quiet if we want be to fuck you” he whispers against her neck, his lips leaving wet kisses. She nodded slightly but the words slipped out of her mind when his thumb began to slap against her clit. She grabbed the back of neck letting his name fall out of his lips

“Carl?” She moaned out, he hummed in response “I w-want your-” she cut off my his thumb rubbing vigorously on her clit, her body arching slightly at the sensation.

“You’re gonna have to use your words” he whispered against he neck

“Give me your tongue! I want your tongue” She moaned out, he smiled against the kisses on her neck, in one motion he pushed her on the bed. Her legs slowly spreading open for Carl to came and taste her pooling juices. He pushed her panties aside, his thick tongue licking her folds and her slit. Her sucked harshly on her throbbing clit, his teeth slightly taking in her clit. She jerked slightly, her hands pressing down on his head while Y/N grounded her sopping core against his lips.

“I’m-” she moaned, she gasped softly at the ecstasy that washed over. She ran her hands through Carl’s hair while she gently scratched his head with her fingerpads. She brought his lips against her as she moaned softly into the kiss.

Carl quickly unbutton his pants, his hard dick flying against his stomach. He pressed a kissed to Y/N inner thigh before pressing a soft one on her sobbing core. She whined in pleasure, he slowly pushed himself in her. His face contorted in concentration as he did a few test thrust. Soft grunts spilling out of his lips, her name flying out of his mouth. He leaned forward covering her chest with his . He propped himself up with one of his elbows so he could watch her expression when he pleasured her. His thrusts were long and strong, leaving her whimpers after each lunge. “Carl!” Y/N whimpered out, her hands cuffed his neck bringing his lips down to hers.

“Y/N” he whispered against her lips, his thrust became more sparse and slow. He paused when their hips meet. His slow propels in her tantalized Y/N. He brought so close to edge but pushed her farther away.

She moaned softly, her toes curling and back arching. She let out his name as she came. Her eyes squeezing tightly. “You’re so beautiful” he whispered against her lips.

Y/N gasped softly as she heard her father banging against the door while he called out her name. She watched Carl for a moment, her heart thudding against her chest while her face began her hot. “Get your daughter Y/M” she heard him whisper. Carl began to slowly move off the bed but she stopped him, her head shaking slightly.

The door rattle shook, “Y/N why are you locking doors in my house? You don’t pay no types of bills in this house!”

“She’s taking a nap said she didn’t feel good” She heard her brother state, Carl sighed as he rested his head against her neck. Once she heard her mother’s footsteps descend down the hall she pushed him off of her. Pushing his pants towards him, she quickly guided him toward the window.

He climbed out the window, he gave her a quick smile, “I’ll come over later ” he nodded before pressing his lips against hers. Y/N quickly pushed his head out the window at the sound of her mother calling her name.

Carl smiled brightly while entering into his house, his presence made known to everyone. His unusual behavior has not gone unseen by his family. You couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face even if you tried, he’d always sigh contently when getting off the phone, he’d always lose himself in his daydreams, some would result in him rushing out the house trying to conceal his boner from his siblings. “What’s up with him?” Fiona questioned stuffing a fry into her mouth while she motioned to Carl.

“Some girl he’s been dating” Lip answered slowly, he inhaled the cigarette before passing into Ian who laughed softly “I hear him talking on the phone sometimes, he seems to really like her or she must give great head” Fiona laughed loudly as she let her hand collide into his chest.

“Come on you don’t think-” Fiona stopped, she scrambled to her feet as she stomped up the steps “Carl!” She screamed, she pushed through the door as she was greeted by Carl. He ran his hands through his hair before giving her a confused look. “Are you having sex?” She bluntly questioned, he was taken back by her question.

“W-what! No why would you think that?” He nervously laughed, he moved to his pile of clothes trying to occupy himself.

“You’ve walking in this house all happy and not a Gallagher happy but… happy” Fiona explained, he rolled his eyes at her statement.

“No I’m not having sex” he lied, his nodded slightly before returning his attention to the clothes that didn’t really need his attention. His hand fondled with the shirt before straighten the jeans that were Y/N’s favorite, it made his ass a little more plum in her opinion and she loved how easy they were to take off compared to his other clothing. They were all silenced by the doorbell ringing, Ian made his way to the door.

“Hello?” He spoke slowly, he didn’t recognize the girl. “Lip! Someone is here for you” he instantly shouted not giving Y/N a chance to talk. Promptly Lip appeared by the door as the red-headed man left. She fanned her face as he puffed smoke in her direction. 

“And you are?” He questioned, she ducked underneath his arm, moving into the house.

“None of your concern, I’m here for Carl” She spoke loudly before turning back to the smoking adult. His eyes scanned ;her slowly, a small smirk rested on his lips. Suddenly his arm slapped around her shoulder, he turned her around pulling her towards the kitchen. 

“Hey Carl! Your little girlfriend is here” Lip proudly stated, all eyes turned to Y/N. She gave a slight wave to everyone before giving Carl a pleading look. 

“She’s-”

“No need to lie about it" Ian smirked wrapping his arms around his shoulder. “We seethe hickey plain as day” Carl’s eyes widen slightly before letting out a soft groan.

“No! Absolutely not! I am done raising kids and after what your sister went through, you didn’t learn your lesson! why can’t you wait till you are older, huh?” Fiona shouted

“Because…” Frank drunkenly hiccupped "It’s the Gallagher way”

[gallagherxteller]

Bad Girl ; c.g.

Word Count: 3,187

Warnings: smut, cursing, violence, drug dealing, basic Shameless shit

Reader!xCarl

Part: 2/3

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I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing and look to my left.

2:26 a.m.

I let out an unladylike groan before pushing the covers back and grabbing my phone. I pull on my ripped black skinny jeans and a hoodie, not bothering with a bra since it wouldn’t be on for much longer. Pulling on my combat boots, I quietly open the door to Debbie and I’s shared room before going down the stairs as quietly as I can.  

Grabbing a cup I move in front of the sink before filling it with water and downing it all at once. I put the glass in the sink before turning around to find Carl standing at the bottom of the stairs.  My hands flew to my chest as I tried to control my breathing from the small fright the boy gave me. His grey shirt is baggy but not too baggy, even though you can’t really see the boxers that he’s wearing under it.

“What are you doing up Carl?”

“I should be asking you the same thing.”

I move to walk out of the kitchen but Carl is standing there to block my way. I sigh softly before looking at him in the eyes.

“Get out of the way Carl.”

“Not until you tell me where you’re going Y/N.”

I quickly pull my hair up before looking at the phone. 5 minutes before he calls again.

“I have to go, you won’t like what happens if I don’t go Carl.”

Carl stands there looking at me. I look back down at my phone, 2 minutes. Taking advantage of his distracted look I turn around and head of the back door.

“Y/N!”

I don't look back at him as he continues to follow me. I quickly look down at my phone and notice a text instead of a call.

“There is a car waiting for you by the Alibi Room. Hurry up, I’m getting impatient.”

I run quicker trying to make it to the bar. When it comes into view I turn back to look at Carl. His hair is a mess, and his eyes are still heavy with sleep. I turn back and run up the the black Sedan waiting for me, I quickly open the door and jump in. I barely have time to hear the click of my seat belt before we’re taking off down the road.

*Time Skip*

Feeling the bed move behind me I turn over and see G-Dog getting out of bed. The early morning sunlight pours through his blinds causing me to see what a mess his room is. My hoodie is thrown across his TV and my panties are hanging on the door knob. Running my hands down my face I groan loudly. I feel on the table for my phone and when I grab it I turn it on.

*6 missed phone calls*

*4 new texts from Carl*

I’m quick to grab my clothes that are scattered around the room and pull my panties up my legs. I quickly rush to put on my pants and hoodie before rushing down the stairs. G-Dog is sitting at the table with some men I don’t know and when I come bounding down the stairs they all look at me. My eyes flash to G-Dog and I realize the act I have to play.

Running into the kitchen I grab a poptart from the cabinet beside the fridge.

“You couldn’t have woken me up earlier? I missed the bus you asshole.” I say in fake frustration.

I lean down and kiss his cheek quickly.

“I’ll be home at 4, and I’ll cook dinner tonight too. Be safe.”

I quickly grab the keys to the Sedan that picked me up last night and rush out the door. Quickly climbing into the vehicle I plug in my phone and make my way to school.

*Time Skip*

Pulling into the school with 10 min before the bell rings I unplug my phone before walking through the front doors. The halls are still packed with kids and all the at the end I can see Carl. His cornrows peaking through the crowds and his arm around Dominique. My heart settles in its place at the pit of my stomach and I suddenly feel sick. Almost like he knew I was looking at him, he looks up and stares right at me. I pull at the hoodie I’m wearing trying to cover the marks I know litter my neck. They look exactly like his but darker, more rushed and with the need to claim.

I walk towards him, but only to get to my locker and when I pass the couple I make sure to keep my head to the ground. His arm brushes mine and just like the first time my arm tingles. My breath catches in my throat, but I keep walking away. Hoping he’ll stop me and notice something is wrong.

I had no plan to come to school and stay here all day, no my only plan was to come here to get my bag. I open my locker and grab the dark blue backpack that hangs on the hook. I swing it over my shoulder and turn to shut the door. Before I can I notice Carl standing behind me looking in the mirror. His face shows pure anger and disgust. Turning around I glare at him the best that I can while I cross my arms over my chest.

“What the fuck is your problem Gallagher?”

“You left at 2 in the morning and when you finally show up to school you’re sport major fucking sex hair and hickies up and down your neck. What the fuck is up with that?”

I hand automatically moves to cover the bruises on my neck, not even wanting to know how bad the others are. The ones he can’t see..

“Well? Do you have a fucking answer?”

“I got mine the same way you got yours asshole.”

I move past him and push the school doors open as hard as I can. Carl lets out a subtle “ouch.” so I’m assuming the door hit him when he was following me. I continue to walk towards the blacked out Sedan so I can leave.

“Where did you get the car? Can you even drive?”

I continue to ignore him and open the driver side door. I hear the passenger door open and immediately pull out the gun from under the front seat and aim it at the person. Carl looks at me in shock when I finally lower it and put the gun back where it was. I can feel his gaze on the side of my face while I start up the car. Carl climbs into the passenger side and buckles up as I drive out of the school's parking lot.

“Where did you get the gun?”

I tense, not wanting to tell him anything. I couldn’t trust him anymore, he didn’t need to know right?

“You have a lot of questions today Carl. I thought you didn’t care?”

I stop at a red light and turn to face him.

“I don’t.” He says with a shrug.

“Then what the fuck are you still doing in my car?” I shout as the light turns green and I press on the gas.

“Wanted to make sure you wouldn't crash this baby. You know, G-Dog has one just like this. Gun below the driver’s seat, bumping bass and even..”

I look over at him to notice the overflowing condom glove box. I tense up and realize Carl has been in this Sedan before. Carl isn’t stupid but he is usually slow, but the look in his eyes tells me he knows where I was last night, because that’s the only place I could get this Sedan.

“Even a condom filled glove box. Were you with G-Dog last night Y/N?!”

I don’t answer, maybe if I ignore him he’ll drop it.

“Pull over.”

“No.”

“I said pull over Y/N. Now!”

I notice an alleyway and turn down it. At the end I make a right and place the car into park. I shut off the ignition and hop out. Carl meets me on my side and looks at me in disgust.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that Carl, you have no idea what the hell is even going on.” I say while I grind my teeth together.

“Then how about you explain it! You been fucking G-Dog? Been keeping his fucking bed warm and being his little booty call when he’s bored?!”

My arm swings back before connecting with his jaw just like it had two weeks ago. I shake out my hand in frustration that I hit him again and also for the fact that he got it so quickly. I hop back in the driver side of the car and start the ignition. I watch Carl who is holding his jaw still walk in front of the black Sedan before getting into the passenger side. We sit there for a few minutes before Carl speaks up.

“What’s been going on Y/N?”

I quickly grab my pack of cigarettes from the console and light one up. I inhale and watch the smoke swirl out of my mouth.

“The day I got your letter, I decided to go to a party 3 or 4 blocks away from the house. I wanted to get away. I met G-Dog there. It wasn’t a big deal until I noticed some of his guys were walking around tryna sell some ecstasy.” I laughed, it wasn’t a real one, I haven’t laughed in a very long time.

“Every time they sold a hit they would shuffle back to this corner. Me being the nosey ass I am, I followed them back there. G-Dog was sitting on this ragged old couch with two girls on each side basically passed out drunk. At first I didn’t even realize he was the guy you worked for until I noticed his rings. I almost killed him, but instead I showed him how big of pussies his guys really are. I made him a bet. I told him I could sell to more people in an hour than his boys. They were selling around 20 an hour, maybe more. So when he put the pills in my hands I went straight to work. You know me, I’ve always been about the money. I went back for more over 3 times in 45 minutes. He was shocked to say the least. From then on I become the best dealer in our little ghetto. He gave me your corner, and called me “Baby Cakes”.

I take another hit of my cigarette and look out the windshield. I refuse to look at Carl, taking one more hit I continue.

“Shit got worse from there, I was selling percs, oxy, weed, acid, You name it I was selling it. Shit really hit the fan one night at a party. This guy was mad at G-Dog, something about shitty product. He came storming into G-Dog’s house and when he saw him, he whipped out a gun. I knew the game, I’ve been in it since I was living with my mom, but this was new. Everyone had a gun pointed at someone, but by the way they all stood, they weren’t willing to shoot and every single one of them had their safety on. I wasn’t really scared, more aggravated because I just wanted to party. I was high as hell, and all the tension was ruining it. So I took a gun from one of G-Dog’s men, I think it was Tyler honestly and pointed it at the main guy. I was the only one with enough balls to take off the safety and when he called me a dick licking bitch I shot him without a second thought.”

My voice has become as hollow as I felt. It held no emotion, I felt nothing. It had been way too long since I had actually felt some kind of emotion. Lust, anger, sadness. It was all the same to me.

“From that day forward G-Dog called me his ride or die. He thought me shooting that guy was an act of loyalty when in reality I hate him almost as much as I hate myself. I don’t know when we started sleeping together. It started with putting his arm around my waist, and claiming kisses when other men looked, then it become phone calls at 2 am telling me to come over. I sold my soul to G-Dog. I can’t get out. At this point, I don’t even know if I want to.”

I put my foot on the brake and start the car. I back out of the alleyway and head towards G-Dog’s house. I notice that a new car is here and automatically know who it is. I throw my cigarette out the window and rolls my eyes.

“Fucking hell.” I whisper to myself.

“What’s wrong?”

I point to the black 2016 Jeep Wrangler sitting in the driveway.

“That’s G-Dog’s fiancee. When we get out I need you to put your arm around my waist. If not she’s gonna freak because she already suspects that G-Dog and I are a thing.”

I look at Carl and notice he looks skeptical. I roll my eyes again.

“Just go with it okay? I’m not in the mood to deal with her shit. Plus the last time she was actually here in Chicago we were together. So just help me out.”

Carl nods. We walk up to the door before I open it and walk in.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

G-Dog and Lilliana (A/N not a real Shameless character) walk into the hallways from the living room. Carl’s hand on my waist is causing my body to tingle a slight bit and I can feel G-Dog glaring a hole into Carl’s hand.

“Lilliana I didn’t know you were coming to visit!” I send her a fake smile.

The woman glares at me and pulls a pair of black panties from behind her back.

“Do these belong to you? I found them in my husband’s room hanging from the door.”

I feel Carl’s hand tighten on my waist, I stiffen slightly but look at her and force myself to blush.

“Uh- well.”

“That’s my fault.”

Lilliana looks over at Carl with disbelief all over her face.

“Y/N and I came home late last night and we were kinda drunk. Every time we drink we end up having sex in the wrong places, last night it just so happened to happen in G-Dog’s bed.”

Carl looks over at G-Dog with a look I don’t recognize.

“I’m sorry about that man. Didn’t mean to get you in trouble with your woman.”

G-dog looks back and forth at Carl and I for a moment before shrugging like he doesn’t care, but I can see the look he’s giving me. Carl must have to because before anyone can say anything else he pulls me to the stairs and smacks my ass as a way to tell me to walk.

“Excuse me as I have a ‘talk’ with my woman. Lilliana, G-dog.”

I make my way upstairs with Carl right behind me. His hands rest on each side of my waist sending shocks where his fingers touch my bare skin. When we make it to my door I unlock it and walk in. My baby blue walls are covered in black and white photos ranging from Chicago at night, to Debbie and I, baby Liam and even some of Carl and I before he left. Carl notices some of the old pictures and his hands tighten on my waist once again.

“I never want to do that again Y/N.”

I nod in understanding. I never want to have to ask him to do it again. I hate that I had to ask this time.

“I know Carl.”

His lips touch my neck delicately and his warm breath sends a chill throughout my body.

“You said earlier that you hate yourself. I don’t know why. You’re the strongest person I know Y/N. No one could handle the shit you’ve went through and still be able to stand every morning. I know I was a pussy with how I left, but in the time I was gone it was you. It’s always been you. You’ve been my girl since day one ma and you’re always gonna be my girl.”

I turn in Carl’s arms and before we can say anything I press my lips to his. His hands wander on my bare skin, getting used to the feel of it. Things have changed in the last year. Neither of us are the same. We can both feel it. My hands come to the bottom of his shirt and we separate to remove it. My hoodie comes off next and then his pants followed by mine.

We don’t say anything as he backs me up to my bed. I can feel his hard on pressed against my thigh. There is no teasing or foreplay because this is what we’ve both wanted for years. His lips attach to my collar bones adding to the purple splotches that already litter my skin. I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him towards me impossibly closer and he pulls back. For a second doubt passes through his eyes and I melt it away with a smile. A real one, the one made just for him.

I gasp loudly when he enters me. It felt foreign, something new, but it was exciting all the same. I loved the way my body lit up wherever he touched. How neither of us could get enough. We didn’t move fast, but I knew I was being loud. I didn’t care though because this feeling was better than any drug could ever give me.

His hand rests on my waist with a tight grip while his other is entwined with mine. My free hand was clawing at his back as he rocked his hips into mine harder. I couldn’t hold on for long because this was Carl. My whole heart and this was the closest we’ve ever been. I came around him, moaning loudly as he continued to fuck me through the earth shattering orgasm he has brought me to before he came too.

We lay there, his head buried in my neck and hand still on my waist. My room smelled of sex and weed. While he smelled like me, weed and sex. Something I thought would never happen. We don’t say anything, he just climbs off of me before grabbing his boxers and putting them on before throwing me his t-shirt. He climbs back onto my bed and gets under the covers, pulling me with him. He lays his head on my chest and rubs circles on my thigh.

I hear him whisper something but I don’t hear it because my eyes are already closed and I fall into a deep sleep.

[sweetpeatrashxo]

Sooo

So tonight I’m gonna write some imagines so if you want one send an ask my way 😌

[mk-tozier]

Welcome Newcomers!

I am redoing this for many reasons!

Hello newcomers, i am Kai. I use they/them pronouns. I am pansexual and genderqueer

if you are anti-lgbtq, racist or ableist get off my tumblr.

I will not write anything discriminatory

I write imagines, headcannons, smut and reblog various posts. I do take requests but it varies between being open and closed, make sure to check my bio to know whether my requests are opened or not. Usually I only close requests to catch up.

You can always send a scenario in just to talk about or maybe you just wanna talk abt your day, whether requests are open or closed I will always take these and I will always respond!!

I’ve decided that I will open requests for a month or two and then close them and take a month or two to catch up on those requests.

So there will be a fic every 1-2 months.

I will not write certain things if they make me uncomfortable. i write for the characters in the list below but you can of course, request a character. If i feel uncomfortable with this scenario or character, or do not know that character i will not write the request.

You can request platonic x readers or sibling x readers, ect

please read everything so you know the requirements and what i write for.

I am always updating this list so make sure to check for changes!

FANDOMS/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

CELEBRITIES

Colby brock

pete davidson

DOAWK

Rodrick Heffley

IT

Richie tozier

Bill denbrough

Stanley uris

Beverly marsh

CRIMINAL MINDS

Penelope Garcia

Derek morgan

Agent Hotchner

Spencer Reid

COBRA KAI

Miguel

Hawk

STRANGER THINGS

Mike wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Will byers

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

Luke

Flynn

Julie

Reggie

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy

Fred weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

ONE DAY AT A TIME

Alex Alvarez

Elena Alvarez

SHAMELESS

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher (i personally dont like Lip but I’ll write for him)

Fiona Gallagher

Ian Gallagher (i will not write ANY smut for Ian)

Mickey Gallagher (i wont write ANY smut for mickey + platonic only)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoria

Denkt Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Shoto Todoroki

Kyouka Jirou

Mina Ashido

‘DEATH NOTE

Light Yagami

BIRDS OF PREY

Harley Quinn

Black Canary

Huntress

BLUE EXORCIST

Rin Okumura

Shima Renzo

Kirigakure Shura

MY BABYSITTERS A VAMPIRE

rory

benny weir

ethan morgan

sarah

erica

FEAR STREET

young ziggy

young nick

josh

deena

MCU

Tony stark

Peter Parker (toms version sorry lol)

Black widow/Natasha

Thor

Pietro

Wanda

REQUESTS:

I write angst, blurbs, fluff and smut

please give me a fandom, character, whether you want it to be an imagine.small Drabble. headcannon or smut and basic plotline, details you may want added

i.e “hi I’d like to request a IT imagine with Richie where he gets mad at the reader for getting a boyfriend“

i try to make my imagines for everyone so i wont be doing certain details like eye color, hair color, race, ect

all though you can request a fic where The reader has a certain body type and the focus of the fic is that

i.e “hey I wanna request a shameless smut with Carl where the reader is insecure about their body because they are on the heavier side and have stretch marks and carl helps them feel better about themselves?”

i will not be writing for a particular race because i am white and i would feel uncomfortable writing as a certain race because i have not experienced their experiences nor am i that race and fully informed with certain cultures. I feel as if itd be out of my place to write as a certain race knowing i am not that race.

I don’t write mlm. I am not mlm and do not know how to write these experiences. and I definitely will not write ANY mlm smut whatsoever.

All though i will write wlw and nblw smut. As i am afab/nonbinary

I will write bi!characterxreaders for characters such as Ian Gallagher but i will not write smuts for those characters. I dont feel comfortable writing smut for a character who is originally gay and its stated in the show/movie that the character is in fact gay. Especially if that character is male.

SMUTS/NSFW HEADCANNONS:

i will not write the following

ageplay

blood kinks

piss or shit

incest

rape/non-consent

heavy beating/spanking

animal Kinks

anything furry related

anal play

mlm/amab

piss kinks

any fetishes

if you wanna request something that is not on either list then request it and i will let you know if I’m uncomfortable with writing it or not

what i will write

degrading

praising

quirk related smuts (i.e denki uses his quirk on you during the smut)

wlw/afab

light bondage

light spanking

teasing

edging

overstimulation

CNC (consented-non-consent)

oral

Requirements for smut:

tell me fandom, character, basic plot line/what you want, tell me any specific details you may want, smut with plot or no plot

[leossmoonn]

shameless masterlist

note - hi! i’m sara and this is my shameless masterlist. requests are open + more will be added soon! here are my other masterlists if you wanna see ‘em!

taglist form

KEY

f = fluff

a = angst

s = smut (must be 16+ to read smut)

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carl gallagher

picture perfect f - you draw carl while he’s asleep.

second chance a/f - you and carl dated a while back, but now are just friends. he spends the day with you, hoping to win you back.

dear y/n f - you find a note in your locker from a secret admirer and try to figure it out who is your secret admirer.

more than a milkovich a/f/s - you and carl are friends with benefits, but he wants to be more.

house arrest s - you and your house arrest officer have some fun.

lip gallagher

one day at a time a/f - you and lip struggle to raise a baby and survive.

ian gallagher

meet me in the back f/s (no heavy smut) - after ian takes a liking to you, he tries to see if you’re gay so he can ask you out (male reader!).