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ngl, i've never watched shameless, should i cave and do it?

YES OMG

It fr altered my brain, Jeremy Allen White is just something else in that show and I completely live for it.

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I'm Not Okay the dating sim

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warning: do not wear a skirt around lip gallagher.

not unless you’re strong enough to sacrifice the tantalizing view of his mouth groping your sex, the fabric an obscure veil over his head. it pathetically masks him, the shape of him lewdly rocks underneath, a visible reminder he’s present, hiding the obscenity of his actions as if your thighs don’t shake from the intensity and you’re not aware of him on his knees for it. the flat of his tongue swipes the sticky webbing at your hole, drool and slick travel down the dip of his lower lip, mix messily onto his chin. one hand rests right where your ass connects to your thigh, his other arm unconventionally slung atop of your open leg the same way one would hold a guitar. fine tunes your shrieks, plucks sensitive strings. you tiptoe your foot on the coffee table, tilt your head back, join the back of it with the wall behind for purchase, for solid foundation, for solace from the wicked poke and prod of his nose on your clit and his mouth slurping and tonguing your folds.

you reach for his hair and meet the heated texture of your skirt draped over the tufts, curl intentional digits around the cloth and his hair simultaneously, securing his partition, binding him to you, a part of your outfit, an accessory to your fitting. and, fuck, only one thing on him fits better inside you than his flicking, greedy tongue, which you’ve no doubt you’ll feel after he stops.

his girth stretching and molding, notching inside of you, bless it, his wet lips heaving near your ear: “skirt stays on.”

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i NEED carl grimes smut.

maybe carl giveing male reader head, idk

😈😈😈

Sorry but i do not write mlm smut, please check my rules post before requesting! ^^;

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Smut ★

It's a three way call and they know nothing

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LIP REQUEST

Im gonna try to be a bit freaky

First time requesting smut, kinda nervous (I think)

Okay so what if Lip has to do online classes for college, and OMG IS THAT READER UNDER THE DESK

Make him extra whiny and submissive please chef

It's a three-way call and they know nothing.

Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader

Smut, oral sex, m receiving, sub Lip, sex while in virtual class (what)

"So, imagine you have a bunch of lines and planes in space, and you want to understand how they interact with each other. That's basically what Linear Algebra is, it's a way to describe and work with geometric objects using math...."

Lip explained with a shaky exhale, his nervousness palpable through the breathy tone in his usually steady voice, as he stared at the camera trying not to make a face, but god, was it hard when he had you kneeling before him under the desk, head bobbing up and down with a vigor that made him want to roll his eyes back and moan over and over again like a whiny bitch.

"Thank you, Mr. Gallagher, you may mute yourself."

Fuck, if that wasn't the most relieving thing he had heard all day, he hurried to do so, just to let his back fall against the chair, his hand coming to his mouth just so everyone else in that class couldn't see him moaning and thrashing, but it was almost impossible as his voice kept escaping his lips in pitiful whines and moans that didn't do anything but get louder.

"Shit, slow... Hm! Slow down, Hotshot." He panted out, oh what a pathetic little thing he was while you sucked him off, that sweet moment in which you held total power over him, when he became putty in your hands.

You pulled away from his dick, chin slick with saliva and a string of both spit and pre-cum still connecting your mouth to his aching shaft, standing proud and tall, an angry red blush on the tip as it practically twitched and begged for release.

"Turn the damn camera off." You hissed, he nodded hastily and turned his video off. His hands coming to your hair, his face contorting into one of absolute bliss as you took him into your mouth once again, working his hard cock with your tongue and throat. Reveling in his moans and pleas, the desperate, almost cry-like whimpers he emitted just spurring you on, to go faster, to make him come down your throat and leave him a panting, senseless mess. Sucked completely silly by you.

"Fuck, I'm so close baby, please, please...!" He begged, reduced to nothing but a moaning mess, tiny tears welling up in his eyes as he got overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, feeling his balls draw up close to his body as he tensed up, coiled with tension as a rubber band about to burst.

"Fffuck! F-fuck, fuck baby, yes! Holy fuck, yes!" He whimpered, his hot cum being released into your throat in sticky ropes as you continued working him through his high, a soft whimper leaving his lips as he felt the loss of contact with your mouth.

"Good boy, Gallagher."

"Mhm..."

He hummed in response, completely spent and done.

I did it

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OH MY GOSH KAYDEN HI

HI HI

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FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKER

Shameless Masterlist

!Upcoming!

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I wanna write for the Sonic fandom too but idk if I should because my followers are mainly TWD *sigh*

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Shadow (and a Sonic) art dump! (Yes, very different than my usual stuff but bare with me)

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OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE I'M BSVDBDVDBDBSBSVDJVDNDVSJSBDJDBDJNDNSB

Hi I'm stupid, cute lil req for a little fic about my boi Shadow because I'm down bad for his angsty ass but I can't take angst so I need ✨fluff✨ (please have mercy on me, Sega can't give my baby a single moment of peace or happiness without having to revive his traumas two seconds later) :3

What Is The Purpose?

TW: another fluff attack

A/N: idk where this writing inspo is coming from but I'm thriving, I prolly mischaracterized this lil silly so bad, and sorry that this is so short, Kay TvT

"I don't see why doing this brings you joy." Shadow complains.

He's not really annoyed by it, in fact, he even enjoys the affection he's receiving right now.

It's different, a good different.

"Stay still." You mutter, the smile in your voice is evident.

"Why did you choose pink of all colours?"

"It makes you look more babygirl."

"What is the purpose of looking 'babygirl'?"

"Stop asking questions, I need to concentrate."

"Concentrate on tying ribbons?" He raises his brow.

"Well yeah, they gotta look nice, don't they?" You let out a short laugh, and wrap another ribbon around his quills, "Y'know, for being the ultimate lifeform, you sure do ask a lot of questions."

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"Hey Shadow! ... Is that a pink ribbon? Looks good. Really brings out your inner aesthetic!" Sonic teases him.

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I ALWAYS EAT UP WHAT YOU WRITE BSVDJDBDJ

Carl Grimes Headcanons!!!

TW: fluff bomb [not real bomb, trust]

A/N: spawns, drops this, despawns

Carl Grimes who is obsessed with physical contact, always having a finger in the belt loop of your jeans, linking pinkies or nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He gets a good smell of a new shampoo you'd found at an abandoned motel.

Carl Grimes who loves the sound of your voice. Your laugh, the way you yell at someone for doing something stupid, and he can't help but get distracted when you whisper to him while hiding from a few walkers.

Carl Grimes who's a gentleman even in the end of the world. Let's be honest, he's the kind of guy to put his flannel in a puddle even if you could walk around it. King and Queen of the apocalypse right here.

Carl Grimes who would never leave your side. Always lurking somewhere near you. Making sure you're safe. Lord have mercy on anyone who even looks at you wrong. The glare he sends their way, and the cute way he scrunches up his nose.

Carl Grimes who loves seeing you on him (pause 💀). He loves seeing his flannel on your back, his hat on your head, heck even his belt on your jeans. And he would beg you too make matching bracelets or anything like that.

Carl Grimes who, even though he never even went to middle school (i think, idk america), love writing beautifully composed love letters. Where and when he learnt it, who knows, but you're not complaining.

Carl Grimes who loves you to the world and back, more than anything. He'd die for you, he'd live for you. You'd show him a happy ending, how love can make the world seem less chaotic.

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THIS IS SO SWEET I'M SOBBING

Carl Grimes Headcanons!!!

TW: fluff bomb [not real bomb, trust]

A/N: spawns, drops this, despawns

Carl Grimes who is obsessed with physical contact, always having a finger in the belt loop of your jeans, linking pinkies or nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He gets a good smell of a new shampoo you'd found at an abandoned motel.

Carl Grimes who loves the sound of your voice. Your laugh, the way you yell at someone for doing something stupid, and he can't help but get distracted when you whisper to him while hiding from a few walkers.

Carl Grimes who's a gentleman even in the end of the world. Let's be honest, he's the kind of guy to put his flannel in a puddle even if you could walk around it. King and Queen of the apocalypse right here.

Carl Grimes who would never leave your side. Always lurking somewhere near you. Making sure you're safe. Lord have mercy on anyone who even looks at you wrong. The glare he sends their way, and the cute way he scrunches up his nose.

Carl Grimes who loves seeing you on him (pause 💀). He loves seeing his flannel on your back, his hat on your head, heck even his belt on your jeans. And he would beg you too make matching bracelets or anything like that.

Carl Grimes who, even though he never even went to middle school (i think, idk america), love writing beautifully composed love letters. Where and when he learnt it, who knows, but you're not complaining.

Carl Grimes who loves you to the world and back, more than anything. He'd die for you, he'd live for you. You'd show him a happy ending, how love can make the world seem less chaotic.

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Holy shit I forgot I had Tumblr

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Why did we decide that shipping carl with adults and HIS FATHER WAS OKAY??? shipping carl and negan is INSANE. negan is literally old enough to be his father? Carl in season seven is roughly fifteen or sixteen and Negan is IN HIS LATE FORTIES??? AND SHIPPING CARL WITH RICK??? WHAT IS GOING ON.

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So-

Quick,You now live your icon's life,HOW SCREWED ARE YOU?

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WAAAAH, I love it sm !!

STRANGE CANDY

warnings :: both are 18+, carl, riding, piv, manhandling, humiliation, nipple play, teasing, begging, overstimulation

denise was a gift, truly. she saved many lives which proved a lot about her. but she needed help, and you along with a few others volunteered to be her medical assistants. you were the only one your age however, it kind of boosted your ego. learning all of this and helping people so young.

you dealt with patients nearly every day. it was typically older people, with he exception of one boy, one around your age. you got a glimpse of him around alexandria, you knew he came for check-ups and cleanings for his eye. he’s cute, but you’ve never gotten lucky enough to be the one to help him.

but when you see him, he’s always looking at you first. and if you’re not being too cocky, he seems like he’s trying to get your attention. but his lack of experience in the flirting department leaves him failing ninety percent of the time. but that only drew you to him more; how pathetic he was.

today is a particularly short-staffed day, meaning denise had gone on a run and you as well one other intern were the only one’s in the infirmary. even that lasted a short while, due to the lack of patients today your coworker decided to call it. checking with you before leaving you to the rest.

there was only maybe two hours until sundown, which is when denise should be returning. then you could go home. so you didn’t mind being left there, especially at the rate of, well, no patients today.

you make your way to the bag you bring every day, whipping out the comic you bring in case of a slow day. you sit where denise usually does and let yourself get into it. your hands mindlessly go to the stash of snacks in your bag before you’re interrupted by a soft knock.

guess you couldn’t have it all your way.

you put your things away and hurry to the door in case of an emergency, opening it to see him. the cute loser, the leader’s kid. well you couldn’t complain now, could you?

he seems taken aback at the sight of you, stammering slightly. “where’s denise?” you frown but stand to the side to let him in.

“she’s out on a run.” he gives you a weird look, no doubt confused as that’s not denise’s forte. “looks like you’re stuck with me.” you give him a sorrowful look that you only half-heartedly mean before leading him to a bed.

carl looks down when you sit in front of him, avoiding your eyes. “no offense…” he looks up to see you quirking a brow at him, “i’m used to denise doing this. since she usually has to clean it and all… not many others have ever seen it.”

you hum in acknowledgment, nodding your head in understanding. “okay then,” you place your hands on your lap and give him a tight-lipped smile. “i think you can wait if you want-”

“no.” he cuts you off, causing you to blink at him. he racks his brain for an excuse to get you where he wants without scaring you away with the mutilation on his face. at least that’s what he thinks of it. “you can still give me a check up, right?”

the thought of you so close to him made him nervous. he hasn’t felt this strongly about someone before, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. and with your hands on him? his brain may short-circuit.

but you nod to him with a sweet smile that eases him. but it doesn’t stop his mind from running wild when you stand up to grab his files. his eye can’t help but follow your ass as you walk. that’s how crazy you make him, his brain going haywire at your close proximity. but once you’re far enough away it’s free to be tainted and lewd.

he doesn’t snap out of it until he hears you sigh, and he realizes you’re sat down in front of him again. “so, since i’m not familiar with you, i have a few questions.” he nods as a sign for you to continue. “what brings you here today?”

he laughs a little, “check up.”

you nod, “i know, i know. i gotta ask,” you look down at the pieces of paper again. “is there anything bothering you?” he shakes his head. “do you often drink alcohol or use drugs?”

he tilts his head, “how would i do that?” you shrug and adjust yourself in your seat.

“there’s beer and stuff here, and medications.” you say it like it’s obvious, which makes him turn red at how dumb he may have sounded. but the way you said it, like he was dumb for asking, it made his face heat up.

he just nods, your words starting to become scrambled with the more questions you ask. he half-ass responds to most of them, focused on how hot your voice was coming from your pretty lips. that’s when the next question shocks him and rips him out of his head.

“are you sexually active?”

he chokes on his spit, not knowing how to answer that. the other assistants have asked him that before. it always flustered him having to say no, but it’s much worse when it’s you. the girl he’s been eyeing for way too long. the one who makes him feel like some dumb kid, humiliating him even when it’s something small. even when others probably wouldn’t bat an eye at it. even though you may not even notice how it affects him.

not that he doesn’t like it.

he squints his eye shut in embarrassment, “no?”

“that didn’t seem like an answer.”

and there it goes again, little things like that. making him feel like he does nothing but sound like an idiot. it makes him want to hide away, but at the same time crawl back to you so you can make the embarrassment worse. it’s like you have him on a leash.

“no, i’m not.” his voice is barley above a whisper when he says it. he curses himself for sounding so meek and quiet. how do you reduce him to this? and so easily?

the look in your eyes is hard to decipher. it drives him crazy. did he just ruin his chances with you? did he sound like some pathetic guy? or maybe you didn’t care, and this is just some one-sided attraction and you’re weirded out by his behavior. at least you can���t see into his slutty mind.

“have you ever had sex?” he blinks confusedly at your words,

“the… the other assistants never asked me that-”

“but i am.” again you’re saying things so matter-of-factly it has him curling into himself a little. mostly to hide the ever growing problem in his pants. “answer.” he merely shakes his head, leading you to grab his chin with your hand. you’re standing up now, towering over him while he looks up at you wide-eyed.

“no.” his voice is so breathless, his pupils blown with lust. he tongue darts out to wet his lips, is he finally getting you how he wanted?

a smirk rises on your face, your hand trailing from his face to his bicep. your eyes stay on his, silently challenging him to look away. you lean closer, lips close to his before you whisper, “do you want to?”

the weak ‘please’ he lets out is all you need to press your lips to his. it’s harsh and rushed and has him whimpering. he’s hardly even kissed, and that was only once. honestly, you could tell. but the inexperience was what drew you to him.

you pull away to push him down. your actions caught him off guard, leaving him to fall clumsily with a huff. he doesn’t get a lot of time to register anything when you’re grabbing him harshly by the collar and pulling him into another rough kiss.

he whines against your lips, one hand coming up to your left breast. you swat it away, separating from his lips again to glare down at him. “you don’t get to touch unless you ask.” he lifts his head to give you an incredulous look before letting it fall back down. his hat falling off in the process.

your left hand to goes to his chest, and you give a harsh twist to his nipple, laughing when he yelps. “didn’t think you’d be so sensitive.” you smirk, letting your thumb run soothingly over the bud though his shirt. you hum, “physically, that is…” you run your hand down, stopping at the hem of his shirt. “i see how you act when i humiliate you in front of your little group.”

his breath picks up when your hand slides up his shirt, running along his abdomen. his pretty skinny, slightly toned from all the running and fighting he’s done. he whines out again, grabbing onto you in a way that’s pleading you to go further. to give him more.

you squint your eyes at him, “stop rushing me.” he goes to speak but just shuts his mouth, watching you with a needy, obedient gaze. “you’re gonna take what i give you, got it?” he nods quickly, his eye widening for a moment.

“i-i mean, yes. yes, yes, i got it.” you hum and slide his shirt up, muttering a ‘good’ under your breath. you trail kisses along his skin, starting above his jeans and stopping when you get to his chest.

you can’t help but smirk when your tongue hits his nipple, the way he flinched from sensitivity, you couldn’t help yourself. you listen to his whimpers get louder and breathing get heavier and more rapid with the more stimulation you provided to one side. so you switched, and the noises started all over again.

you glance at his neck, pride filling you at the sight of purple-red marks all over his skin. they went down to his collarbone, then more on his abdomen. some so others could see, some so just you can see.

“please,” he pants, leading your hand down to the tent in his pants. he hisses when you start to palm him through his jeans.

“please what?” you can’t even hide the amusement in your voice, it makes carl groan and shut his eye tightly.

“please touch me.” he breathes heavily, watching your hand travel to his zipper. “more.” you chuckle darkly, unbuttoning and tugging the fabric off his legs. he swallows thickly as he watches you play with the waistband of his underwear.

“you just keep begging and begging.” you tsk and shake your head. in reality, you love it. but you can’t pass up this opportunity. “you’re that desperate to get your dick wet?” you take his silence as an excuse to pinch his nipple again, smiling when he cries out.

carl sighs, brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead. ��yes. okay, yes. just please.” his eye is slightly watery and he looks dazed and still rather confused on what to do. he gasps when you slide his underwear off, the cold air and how close your hand was ripped a moan from his throat.

you stand up, causing him to whine at the lack of contact. but the complaint he was about to dish out gets caught in his throat when you lift your shirt off. your work clothes hid the body you had underneath, which seemed so perfect to him that it felt criminal he hadn’t seen it until now.

his eye stayed on your body as you stripped down, watching you saunter off before coming back with a condom in hand. his eye widens and he looks at you hungrily, “do we have to?” you laugh and sit yourself on his lap,

“do you ask dumb questions on purpose?” carl purses his lips and stays silent, but you feel him twitch against your thigh. “you’re such a fucking loser.” you press your lips to his before he can speak, swallowing the whine he lets out at your crude words.

you’re suddenly taking your time, slowly sliding the condom over his cock. of course you pick now to tease him, he can’t help but squirm. “hips?” he asks dumbly, hovering his hands over your hips.

“are you asking to touch them?” he nods, causing you to scoff. “you’re already all dumb and i haven’t even fucked you yet.” his hands grip your hips, sliding your cunt over his length.

“then do it,” he whines out, letting his head fall back. “please.” you sigh, lifting up your hips and lining him with your entrance. you sink down on him slowly, adjusting to the feeling and wiggling your hips. all the while he’s a mess, trying to keep his noises as quiet as he can — which is still quite loud, not like you’re complaining.

you lean down to his ear, “you sound so pathetic.” you laugh, your breath hitting his skin causing him to shiver. your wiggling turns to grinding, which turns to bouncing. it left him a mess, gripping onto your hips like you’d disappear if he didn’t. he couldn’t stop the whines and whimpers of your name leaving his lips.

he lets his head fall into your neck when you tell him how loud he’s being. that laugh you let out every time you embarrass him is hypnotic. it’s like it commands his body to let go and fully be at your mercy. it leaves him feeling even more embarrassed, as he’s fought off being the small, inferior one. but the embarrassment you cause is good. it’s so bad and humiliating but it leaves his cock throbbing in his pants every time.

“i can’t,” he breathes out. “i can’t hold it. ‘have to-”

“hold it.” you snap, tangling your hands in his hair to pull his head back. you look him in the eye, “or you’re going to go again. and again, and again if your pathetic dick betrays you. you’re going to make me cum too.”

he nods frantically, letting his eyes fall to where your bodies connected. that was the wrong move, the sight alone had him cumming without even trying. you watch with an amused look at his face, scrunched up in a silent moan. his body shook and his grip got tighter before his arms fell.

he pants heavily, slowly lifting his head to look at you. he grunts when you slide off of him quickly, too quick. you laid beside him and tug his body on top of yours. you took note of his dazed look, erratic breaths and flushed face. he was so dumbed down, but you couldn’t have him thinking you’re a liar?

“cmon,” you nudge his side with a laugh. his glazed over eye meets yours with confusion. “aww, you didn’t think i was serious.” you coo, running your thumb over his cheek. “i’ll use you as my own sex doll until i get what i want.”

his face flushed a deep cherry red, but he gets the message. and even though he’s so fucking sensitive, and so dumb, already unknowing of what to so, he slides into you again with a hiss. his thrusts are erratic, messy, and fast. you can’t help but giggle, causing carl to grimace. he couldn’t tell when you were laughing out of joy, or if he was doing something dumb again.

“please, be quick.” his rushed voice gave away his approaching orgasm. his face buries into your neck, lazily biting at your skin. “can i touch you?”

you hum, letting out a moan when he hits a certain spot. but he’s so far gone he misses it, unlike before when he would’ve taken notice of anything that made you feel good. “touch me where?”

he breathes out, letting his head come out from its hiding spot to watch what he’s doing. he shakily trails his hand down your body, landing near your clit. “here?” you move his fingers so they’re in the right spot, muttering something about how dumb he’s being. he feels his face heat up and he swore he could cum from your remarks alone.

he circles his fingers, starting slow but eventually speeding up to match the speed of his cock inside you. he whimpers, watching as he pumps in and out of you in awe. he looks up at you, using his free hand to hold onto your waist. “close? please tell me you’re close. i can’t hold on and i can’t go again.”

he babbles into your ear, losing his composure completely. he nearly screams out a ‘thank you’ when you tell him to cum with you, his hold on your waist near bruising as he does. he can’t even move, slumping down onto your body. his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.

he hears you chuckle, and he curses his body for reacting the way it does. but all you do is grab his hat, placing it back on his head from whenever it had fallen.

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if you recognize this, it’s because it is a rewrite because the og was a hot mess ♡