#carl gallagher x you

[voidpetrova]

watch your back — carl gallagher x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, drunk sex, body worship, vouyerism, masturbation, squirting, dirty talk, lip is a perv, all the characters in the fic are over the legal age of consent

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synopsis: one of the gallagher brothers is having their way with you, while one of the others can only stand by and wish it were them

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the neon lights of the alibi room flickered behind you as you stumbled down the dimly lit sidewalk, carl's arm draped over your shoulders for balance. laughter bubbled up from both of you as the alcohol in your systems worked its magic, making every step an adventure in itself. the night air was cool, a welcome relief from the warmth of the bar.

“did you see the look on kev's face when he dropped that tray?” carl slurred, his words tinged with amusement.

you stiffled your laughter, a giggle escaping your lips. “and how v nearly tackled him for it? classic.”

carl's grin widened as he gazed down at you, his eyes slightly glazed but filled with affection. “you're fucking amazing, you know that?” you leaned into him, playfully nudging his side. “only when i'm three shots and a cocktail in.”

as you reached the front door of the gallagher household, carl fumbled with the keys for a moment before finally managing to unlock it. the door swung open, revealing the familiar chaos of the home. you both stumbled inside, laughter echoing through the hallway.

“home sweet home,” carl declared, his arm still draped over your shoulders as he led you further into the house.

you both swayed slightly as you made your way to the kitchen, the room bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. the scent of leftover takeout and a hint of spilled beer lingered in the air.

“can you get me a beer?” you slurred as you dropped down to the kitchen floor, legs spread in a manner you would have thought twice about if you were sober. carl shot you a smile, already two steps ahead of you as he waved the bottle that was already in his hand before throwing it at you. “you know me so well.”

he cackled at the way you nearly dropped the bottle, shaking his head. “dude, you're fucking wasted.” With a playful roll of your eyes, you managed to pop the cap off the beer and take a long swig, a contented sigh escaping your lips. “i'm living my best life right now.”

while your laughter grew louder, lip gallagher felt himself stirring from his sleep in the room upstairs, his curiosity piqued by the commotion. your whispers and laughter, though still playful, became a bit too raucous, the noise gradually seeping into lip's consciousness. he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he got up from the makeshift bed he'd crashed on earlier in the night. groggily, he shuffled into the kitchen, his disheveled appearance drawing no attention from you two. you hadn't even notice him there. he wanted to say something, but he froze in his tracks when he saw you with his brother.

“this is the last time i let you go out like this,” carl slurred, referring to what you were wearing. it was nothing too scandalous, but he knew he couldn't look away when your breasts were pushed up together, spilling out of your dress, the fabric outlining your ass and waist in the worst way possible. “had the nerve to beat up about 12 different guys tonight.””

your laughter bubbled up again as you playfully nudged carl, the flirtatious energy between you two palpable as you climbed into his lap, snaking your arms around his neck. “you really are my hero.” carl smirked, his fingers grazing the exposed skin of your thigh. “damn right.”

lip, still standing unnoticed in the doorway, a mixture of amusement and disbelief settling over him. the sight before him was unexpected, to say the least. he had no idea things had progressed this far between you and carl. he knew he needed to look away, but all he could do was stand there and watch. he watched the way your bare thighs hung out exposed, tits poking out from the side, your ass pressed against his brother's jeans. he swallowed his nervousness, ignoring the way his jeans tightened at the sight of you.

as the flirtatious banter and playful teasing continued to fill the air, the magnetic pull between you and carl seemed to intensify. his fingers gently traced the curve of your jaw, his touch sending shivers down your spine. you felt your breath hitch as his gaze locked onto yours, the world around you narrowing to focus solely on each other.

without a word, his lips descended towards yours, his movements slow and deliberate. the anticipation was almost unbearable, your heart pounding in your chest as your lips grew tantalizingly close. the soft warmth of his breath danced across your skin, and then, finally, his lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.

the sensation was electric, a rush of warmth flooding your senses as your lips moved against his. the kiss started tenderly, as if testing the waters, but the desire between you both quickly overtook any hesitation. his fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you in closer, and your arms wound around his neck, drawing him impossibly near.

his lips were soft yet demanding, a perfect balance between urgency and gentleness. each press of his mouth against yours sent waves of heat through your body, the chemistry between you igniting like a wildfire. your lips moved in sync, a rhythm born from unspoken longing and shared attraction.

carl's kiss deepened, his tongue gently seeking entrance, and you parted your lips with a soft sigh. the taste of him was intoxicating, the mingling of desire and the faintest hint of alcohol creating a heady concoction. your tongues danced together in a sensuous exploration, a dance that felt both familiar and new.

time seemed to slow as the kiss deepened further, the world outside the kitchen fading into obscurity. the room was filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and the wet, delicious sounds of your mouths moving against each other. every touch, every sensation, seemed to reverberate through your entire being.

your fingers traced the contours of his strong jaw, the heat of his skin searing into your memory. his grip on you tightened, his hand moving from your hair to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer as he began to lift your dress. the intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, a combination of pent-up desire and the freedom that came with the intoxicating mix of alcohol and desire. lip was still watching from the sidelines—of course, he wasn't watching his brother. he was watching you, the tightness in his boxers waking him up fully.

“take it off, princess,” carl snarled into your mouth, slurring his words ever so slightly. “take the dress off for daddy.” lip mentally cursed himself as he watched, only able to beg the man above to bring this to a halt. he wished that you wouldn't comply, so that he could look away and retreat back to his room, but when he heard you giggle, he knew there was no going back.

you pulled the dress off your head, discarding it onto the floor, leaving you in nothing but a bra and thong. carl groaned at the sight of you, feeling the way his jeans only grew tighter and tighter, but he wasn't the only one losing his cool.

from the sidelines, lip whispered a quiet “fuck,” under his breath as he admired your curves, all of you. you were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, and he couldn't do much about it. the only thing he could do was quietly pull his pajama bottoms down, along with his boxers. he quietly hissed at the cool air caressing his bare cock, but he couldn't resist himself. he needed you to take care of his urges.

“all mine,” carl groaned as he pulled you in for another aggressive kiss. he groped your tits with a force that was bound to bruise you, exploring your mouth with his tongue. your bra came off in an instant, bare tits now free to hang right under his chin. he switched positions, with him now practically on top of you, but your back pressed to the kitchen drawers. “need you so fucking bad.”

lip watched you from an amazing angle, his spit-slicked hand stroking his cock in slow, agonizing motions. he watched you from the side, admiring the way moans passed your lips, tits bouncing with every move. he licked his lips, stiffling grunts as he jerked himself off.

carl's hands roamed your body, groping everything he could touch. he left a trail of kisses down your stomach before sliding your panties down with his teeth. “jesus fucking christ,” he practically moaned as he admired your pussy. “dripping all over the fucking floor.” his words only fueled lip's experience, and he was right, you were gonna stain the tiles with your slick. you whined as his hot breath fanned your core, lips leaving faint kisses along your inner thighs before his tongue began prodding your clit. “can't help it, daddy,” your fingers tugged at his blond locks, pulling him in closer with a groan of delight. “need you to fuck me so bad.”

lip sighed as your voice filled his ears, spoiling himself by massaging his balls and taunting thebslit of his dick. all he could think about was you—on your knees, helping him out with the same generosity carl was used to.

“you want daddy to fuck you, huh?” you nodded eagerly, pressing one of your bare feet to his crotch and he quickly began undoing his belt. “so needy you can't wait five minutes, huh princess?” you shook your head, desperate sounds leaving you as you pressed your bare back against the cold wall.

“so needy, daddy, need you right now,” you moaned in response. carl grinned, sliding his bottoms off with no hesitation before crawling back towards you, his lips inches away from yours. he positioned the head of his dick right on top of your entrance, but didn't push in, staying right where he was. “gonna let daddy tear your pussy up, huh?” you nodded, smiling right back at him with nothing but a playful glint in your eyes. “i'm gonna let daddy use my pussy and fill me up,” you both smiled before he pressed his lips to yours, engaging in another passionate kiss.

lip couldn't believe the filth that was coming out of your mouth. it had exposed him to a side of you he never knew existed. the same girl who used to sing liam to sleep, was now fueling his need to cum. his hair stuck to his forehead as he pumped his dick, watching the way your legs were spread, wet pussy shimmering with carl's dick placed on your clit. he couldn't wait to see and hear you get fucked.

“gonna ruin you,” carl groaned as he grabbed his shaft. it only took a second for him to bury himself into the depths of your pussy, all the way from his tip to his balls. you let out a cry of ecstasy, holding onto his shoulders for support. he was now seated on the floor, his back against the counter with you in his lap. “bounce on daddy's dick now, okay?”

you leaned back, moans passing your lips as you arched your back, now bouncing up and down on his cock. you shuddered as you did so, the angle setting off fireworks in your stomach. you sped up the pace, carl grunting as he tilted his hips upward, now meeting your bounces with thrusts. you locked your fingers in his hair, pulling him into your tits. he didn't hesitate to suck on them, marking the fat and biting your hardened nipples. you couldn't help but squeal at the overwhelming feeling of your pussy sucking him in.

“look at you, taking my dick so well,” he wasn't the only one looking at you. lip trembled as he continued to ferociously pump his cock, watching the way you kept bouncing. he watched the way your greedy cunt sucked up his brother's dick, the way your tits and ass bounced along with you, the wsy the counter shook from your brutal movements. he couldn't help himself—he would've given his liver to switch places with carl, for a chance to make you feel good. “you like the way daddy fucks you?”

you nodded feverishly, your bounces quickening in order to match his harsh thrusts. you spread your legs, giving your boyfriend and uninvited visitor a good look at the way your pussy took his dick—the way it disappeared inside you and came back for a split second, the way he was soaked in your juices. you began to whimper, a familiar sensation in your stomach forming. “i can't, i'm gonna cum,” you whined, holding onto carl's legs for support.

he had taken ahold of your hips, now thrusting inside you on his terms. he groaned loudly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, refusing to let go. “i'm gonna cum, too,” he announced, but he didn't stop. he didn't stop pounding into you, burying his thick cock until it was slamming into your cervix. he didn't stop until his brain went foggy and your cries were his only source of sense. “doing so good for me, baby, come on. cum on daddy's dick, baby. yeah,” he sputtered out words of encouragement until you were practically sobbing his name.

when you came, lip came, too. he stood in the doorway, his fist in the shape of a tight hole that was no match for you, draining the rest of the cum he had pent up inside him. he came with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, suppressing the sounds threatening to catch your attention. he milked his orgasm dry, getting every last drop that he had wasted on you. he came happily, knowing his last sight was a good one—with you drenching yourself in your own arousal.

[gingers-deadbody]

Hi it’s me again what about this can you write out a fanfic about Carl Gallagher who’s a cop now and instantly falls for a chick who works at Hooters?

-Nonnie

Hooters HC

Carl Gallagher x Y/N

A/N: You didn’t rlly specify so I just kinda went my own way so sorry if it’s not what you wanted. Btw I’ve never been to Hooters so this night not be very accurate. i didn’t know what to make the plot so it’s head cannons. (I also tried to make this exclusive☺️)

LET THE HC BEGIN:

Carl would probably go in after patrolling the neighborhood because one of his coworkers mentioned Hooters and he’d SURPRISINGLY never been.

As soon as he sees you taking some old dude’s order, he hopes your his waitress.

After he finds out your name and that your taking his order, he’s mesmerized.

He loves the way you smell, smile, and speak

Carl would go in every day just to learn your schedule.

You’d probably realize after the fourth day of him coming in every day and sitting in your station specially but leave it alone

yk what they say, if u assume ur making an ass of u and me (my grandma told me that all the time growing up)

On the 6th day, he’d ask you out on a date on ur next day off.

The date was AMAZING

There was a second date 😏😏😏

Y’all started taking it slow

A month into your “non-confirmed relationship” you made it official!

Carl was so proud to show off his beautiful girlfriend for everything that you were

He did get jealous bc u got hit on a lot at work 😉

But he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t cheat on him

That was it, I hope y’all enjoyed please make sure to request something if you’d like bc I’m always up for it :)

@butterflyqueen2002

[arriansarchive]

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

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

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

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

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

I used the word cock again be proud. im evolving

Summary: Porn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grinned. "Of course I was."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That part is true too."

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

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

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

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

[anathemaloren]

In the end...

Carl GallagherxGirlfriend!reader

Requested?: yes

Request: Heyy! Could you please do a Carl Gallagher X Girlfriend!reader like maybe angsty and fluffy. Like in the last season or something (where carl is a cop) and they have been together since he came out of juvie and now they find out she‘s pregnant? Thank you so much! - requested by anon

Summary: A visit through the relationship of Carl and y/n, since they met at 14 until the biggest and best surprise of their lives.

Warnings: cursing (not much honestly); ANGST; death (mentioned); like, one fight; pregnancy; slight mentions of Carl's shitty life honestly.

Words: 1889

A/N: Thank you so much, lovely person. I'll try my best to meet your expectations. I'm not English, so there might be some mistakes. And. I also haven't seen the whole series YET, but I searched the whole Internet so I hope this is accurate, even tho I changed a bit the request to be a few years after the last season bc our boy Carl was 19 at the last season and, well... keep reading. Not proofread, tho. Enjoy! - Thema.

She doesn’t really know how or why she fell for him. It made absolutely no sense. Really. No sense at all. I could sound a bit rude, but in the end it was kinda true.

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They had met when they were 14. He was fresh out of juvie, with his “White Boy Carl” shit that she found absolutely stupid. He wasn’t a big fan of her. Carl used to say that “she’s just a chick who thinks she’s better than anyone just because she’s fucking perfect”. They were 14 and despised each other.

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But at 15, poor Carl and poor y/n got paired for a project. At that project, they discovered that they worked pretty well together. They became very good friends and basically each other’s confident. Their friendship was a safe space. One night they told each other everything they thought the other needed to know.

Carl told her about his huge family and all of the shit he had with his father. He told her about juvie and explained to her the “White Boy Carl” phase and why and how it ended. He told her his problems with Dominique and all the shit he had gone through those past years.

Y/n told him about all her problems, all her dreams, her ambitions, her family, her friends. Carl listened to her, mesmerized. He fell in love harder that night than ever.

After going out together a few times and Carl asking for advice to almost his entire family (he asked Lip, Fiona, Debbie and even Ian) he kissed her. It was nothing too big for any of them individually, but it felt like the best kiss of their lives anyways.

They started dating that week and never let go of each other. They were attached by the hip. He was sweet and caring with her and all of his siblings catched him daydreaming about her more than once.

After a few months dating, Carl thought it was moment for his family to meet y/n. He had met y/n parents a few weeks before and they adored him. His family was a mess, so that was kinda the final test for y/n. But all of his siblings were absolutely enchanted by her, just like him, and loved her instantly. She especially got along with Ian and Liam, and shared Fiona’s efforts for Carl’s wellbeing. 

When Monica died, y/n was the one who had to tell Carl. She was of course invited to the funeral. She could swear she had never attended a funeral so… special. They laughed, danced and enjoyed their time together as a family in a weird way. After Carl went with Frank, he immediately went with y/n. They promised to be each other's anchors that day.

When Carl went to military school, Carl’s family supported y/n, and vice versa. She hung out with Lip and Ian sometimes; she went with Liam to the park, or the cinema, or wherever he wanted to go; helped with the groceries or the cleaning or whatever they needed; she helped with Frank kicking him out of the house when necessary; and she had diner with the Gallaghers, Kev, V and the twins, who she also babysat sometimes.

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Fast forward to when they were 18. They both graduated and they also celebrated the fact that they had been together for 3 years, and, in Carl’s words, “that’s like 10 years for a Gallagher in a relationship”. So they decided to take the next step. He searched for a job while she started studying Periodism, which was her dream since she was little. They determined that they were going to live together. Since they had no money, they started living together at the Gallagher’s house. She also started working and tried to get as much money as she could to the household, but the biggest help she offered was helping with all the kids. She spent whole nights helping Liam with school, she played with Kev and V’s twins and she also took care of Franny and Freddie when needed. She actually didn't care at all, as she loved being with kids and was actually pretty good at it.

The change was probably the hardest challenge of their relationship. They fought, and they screamed. They said very ugly things about each other. 

“I don’t need you here if you’re just going to be an ungrateful bitch” he said to her during one of their arguments.

“I won’t stay either if you think I’m just an ungrateful bitch. You know very well that I do everything, EVERYTHING I can do to help your fucking family and you’re here all mighty telling me what? That I don’t do shit? After helping Liam with a project until 2 am last night? After having changed more diapers than the rest of this family? After giving every fucking penny I gain to YOUR family? Are you seriously in any position to say anything to me?” She replied with silent tears running down her face.

“…I’m sorry” He said after a few long seconds of silence. He got close to her and hugged her stronger than ever. They cried together promising each other never arguing like that again.

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After a lot of effort and a VERY big amount of fights, kisses and a lot of shared love, Carl and y/n were attending Ian and Mickey’s wedding. They both cried during the whole thing, and they truly thought that they had the best brother-in-law in the world. They smiled until their cheeks hurted and Carl knew at that moment that the woman that was hugging his brother and husband with more strength than she had ever shown was going to be by his side forever.

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2020 was a very challenging year for everyone. But it was also one of the happiest for the pair. Carl started at the police academy and became a cop. Y/n said after the ceremony “who would’ve guessed that” and he realized that he was the luckiest man alive for being able to keep her by his side all of those years.

2020 was also the year that they decided to move out of the family house. They loved all the Gallaghers, but they definitely needed a place just for them. They found a shitty flat very cheap and made it their home.

While y/n kept studying, Carl planned proposing to her. He had been saving for a while, and he had enough money to buy her a decent ring. 

He proposed in August, not wanting to wait anymore. He got on one knee while they were at the roof of the building, where he had put lights and made everything perfect just for her. She was shocked and lasted a while in answering, a thing that scared Carl out of his mind. He knew that they were only 19 and she maybe wanted to be legally single for a few more years. But then she smiled as brightly as the sun and said yes. 

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Their wedding was a very little event when they were 20. Only family. Unlike at Ian's wedding, Fiona did attend. Y/n looked beautiful and Carl felt like he was getting married to an angel. Everything was very cheap and intimate, but they wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

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After little more than one year of being married, y/n discovered a very big thing. She was pregnant and very. She couldn’t understand how she had missed the signs. She was almost 2 months and a half pregnant, or so had the doctor said. 

She immediately went to see Ian and Mickey after her appointment, wanting to see someone of her husband’s family without her husband knowing anything about the pregnancy. She was scared out of her mind, not knowing if Carl would want the kid. She knew that he would want them, having said that he wanted to have a family with her.

But, what if he didn’t want them now? Or what if they couldn’t? They didn’t have that much money. Or maybe they weren’t prepared. Was she prepared to have kids with Carl?

Ian and Mickey advised her that she had to tell him. So y/n started preparing how she would tell him.

She wanted to proceed carefully, so she didn’t do anything big. Enough for him to be surprised but not as much for him to feel pressured.

When he arrived home that night, y/n was about to vomit, or scream, or cry, or something in between.

She got up from the couch and went to greet him with a kiss, like everyday. Carl also made the bad joke he did everyday. “Look what we have here. Is your husband around, hottie?”. She did her routine roll of eyes. She smiled and kissed him again.

“I have a surprise for you” she said, dragging him to the kitchen.

“You do?” he asked. 

Y/n felt Carl’s eyes through her whole body. “Not in that way, asshole”.

He laughed defeated. They arrived to the kitchen and y/n handed him a little box. He raised an eyebrow seeing her very nervous, biting her inside cheek.

“You ok?” he asked concerned.

“Open the fucking box, I’m struggling here” she said, now biting her nails.

He decided to open the box to see what had his wife so nervous. The only thing he saw was a pacifier. He didn’t understand at first, looking to y/n and back to the pacifier a few times.

Y/n took a positive pregnancy test off her pocket and placed it on the kitchen counter. Carl then looked at the test, then to her and back to the pacifier.

Anxious, y/n said “do you need me to spell it out for you or are you getting the fucking hints?”.

He smiled a bit looking at his wife again. “Is this true?”

“Of course it is true!” y/n answered, getting impatient.

“This is not a joke, right?” he said with glossy eyes.

“Why on Earth would I make a joke like this one?” she said, getting close to him.

She placed her hands on his cheeks to wipe the tears that were already escaping his eyes.

He finally snapped out of his long trance and wrapped his arms around her waist, raising her a bit from the floor, kissing her entire face and saying “I love you” again and again.

“Carl!” she exclaimed, a bit surprised by the sudden burst of energy.

“Sorry! Sorry! That’s probably not good for the baby, right? I never- Sorry. How far along are you? Can we-” he started rumbling before she stopped him.

“God, you’re going to be an amazing father, aren’t you?” she said, completely amazed by her husband.

“We’re going to be pretty cool parents, that’s true” he said, giggling like a little kid, hugging y/n tight once again, making her laugh heartily.

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It didn’t matter that they were completely different, or that she didn’t even know how she fell for her.Because in the end, the only thing that mattered was that they loved each other more than they loved anyone in the entire world. Except maybe that little human that was going to change their life forever completely.

A/N: Well, I know this was not exactly what was requested, but I tried my best to stuck to it, with a lot of creative liberty. I hadn't wrote that much on a while, so I don't know how to feel about this. Hope you enjoyed it tho!

All the love, A.

[fuckshitslover]

CARL GALLAGHER HCs

SFW AND NSFW

SWF HEADCANNONS

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

That’s just how my brain works lmao

You and Carl grew up together

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

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

But eventually it was as natural as breathing

You would be allowed at the Gallagher house whenever

Fiona would not give a shit nor bat her eye

She would probably be happy

Carl would probs be clingy asf

But you don’t have a problem with it

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

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

NSFW HEADCANNONS

god he’s so good

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

His dick>>>>>>

He seems verbal

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

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

I feel like he’s longer than thicker

[thebearer]

lip gallagher with baby mia when one of the boys accidentally hurts her while they’re playing🥺

"How long you think they'll stay out there?" Lip rasped, hands smoothing down your waist, your hips.

"Hm," You sigh, leaning back against his chest, his chin hooking over your shoulder. "Probably not long enough." You grin.

Lip presses a kiss to your shoulder- inviting. "Think we could make it quick." Lip muttered, hips flush against yours. "Just bend over f'me, I'll be real quick-"

A screech, high pitched and urgent had you both stilling, every parental atom in your bodies halting and jumping with alarm. Lip looked out the window over the sink. Jude, Freddie, and Ronan all standing in a half circle over Amelia.

"Shit," Lip muttered, bounding out the back door towards the kids. "What happened? What's goin' on?" He demanded, looking at his boys with a stern glare.

Amelia sobbed, big tears that streamed down her cheeks, hands and knees skinned and bleeding. "What happened? C'mere, Mia." Lip cooed, picking up the four year old, holding her to his hip.

All three of his boys stared at him, unmoving, a little guilty. "Hey, I'm not askin' again." Lip snapped, firm and commanding. "What happened? How did your sister get hurt?"

You came down the steps, a wet cloth in hand, just in time to see Ronan start to crack. He was your baby, never very good at lying, especially to you.

"Oh, Mia, what happened? Are you ok?" You cooed, running a hand down her messy curls. "Roanie," You looked at your youngest softly. "What happened? Did she fall?"

"Yeah," Jude said before Ronan could answer. "She-She tripped."

"Ronan," You hummed. "Did your sister trip?"

Ronan fidgeted under the looks of you and Lip, unsure and nervous with his brother's beside him. You and Lip knew better, knew that one of them got too rough and pushed her.

"Jude pushed her." Freddie rolled his eyes. "Jude just own up to it. You're gonna get us all in trouble." He muttered.

"I didn't mean to!" Jude snarled, diving at his brother to smack him in a way that contradicted his opposition. "She wanted to play with us, and-and she got in the way!"

"Yeah? You're supposed to be careful." Lip tried to contain his irritation. Jude was a kid, they all were, only seven. "You're not 'sposed to lie to us either. What'd we say about that?"

"It's not fair!" Jude whined, shoulders dropping in a fit. "You make us play with Mia, and she doesn't even know how to! She cries all the time!"

"Hey," Lip snapped.

"Jude," You pressed a hand to Lip's arm soothingly. "You just have to be a little careful with her, ok? She's still little." Jude bristled with anger, lip jutting and face scrunching- he looked just like Lip. "And Mia, when the boys are playing, you need to get out of their way, ok?" You turn towards your youngest.

Lip glares at you, hugging Mia closer to his chest. You fight back an eye roll, he babied her so much- so soft now.

"Take her inside. I'll get the first aid in a sec." You mutter to Lip, nodding towards the door. "C'mere, Judie." You coo, pulling the sulking, young boy close.

"I know you don't like playing with your sister all the time, but thank you for including her." You whisper, your forehead against his. "She loves playing with you."

"I know." Jude sighs, breath a little shaky. "She just... She gets in the way, Mama."

"I know." You hum, hand stroking down his curls. "Just let me know next time, ok? You don't push people down."

"I didn't mean to." Jude whined. "She was in my way."

"Still," You countered. "You don't push. Tell her to move, and if she doesn't, come get me or Daddy, ok?" Jude nods, still a little pouty. "Ok, go play. You guys have about an hour then it's bath time." You announced, pressing a kiss to the top of Jude's head, before the three boys scattered back out to play.

Lip had Mia in his lap, rocking her soothingly while he tried to wipe away the dirt. He was so gentle, holding the cloth to her hands and pressing kisses to the palms. It made your heart burst.

"How's it look?" You ask, reaching under the sink for the First Aid- with four kids, it was always stocked.

"Just scraped." Lip muttered. "Think it just needs Neosporin and some bandaids."

"Does it hurt, baby?" You ask Mia, frowning lightly at her quivering little lip.

"Yeah." Amelia nodded, curling into Lip's lap. "I fell'd, and-and hurt my hands and my knees, Mama." She lisped, rubbing her wet eyes.

"I know. Daddy's been taking care of you, though, hasn't he?" You coo, pulling the Neosporin out. "Here, this will make you feel better, ok? Let Mama put it on."

"Burn?" Mia asked, pulling her hands back frantically before you could put the cream on. You'd had to use peroxide on a cut for her a few weeks ago and she'd screamed at the burn. Now she was terrified all medicine would burn.

"No, not burn. You won't feel this one at all." You hum, slathering her little scrapes in Neosporin. "You wanna pick out your bandaids?"

[charliesgoodboy]

🕷C. GALLAGHER🕷

baby..

could you call me back?

it's so lonely in my mansion..!

─── ˚୨୧⋆ 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 . . . doja cat ｡˚ ⋆

𝐓𝐖: no nut november(even though it's not november), carl is a lil whiney, reader is 'a 20 is 20' boy, jerking off, sexual fantasies, male leaning reader, fem still welcome of course, more needy than submissive carl

carl gallagher who would laugh off doing this dumbass challenge. his arm slug around your shoulders watching as you made the deal with your friends, "how much you gonna pay me then?" "twenty dollar bill?" "i'm down." the smirk on your face as you clapped your friends hand heading to class as the bell rung, a worried look on his face when he caught up with you. there was no way you were really going to do it were you? it was just a funny little bet between friends right?

carl gallagher who would understand you really were serious about this. you allowed him to kiss you but damn, he couldn't even kiss your neck when he wanted—or even put his hand on your thigh? sure, his fingers would inch toward the zipper of your pants but like said he thought you were playing around. " 'cmon, just for a measly twenty?" "obviously, and didn't you do the same thing?" "getting a piece of my dick cut off for some chick i don't fuck with anymore is absolutely not the same." he would be dramatically offended when you'd push him away he'd even let out a desperate and annoyed whine close to your ear.

carl gallagher who would think about you almost all the time even while you were right next to him. your legs crossed or spread open sitting down while his mind wandered and his face looked spaced out. thinking about how the two of you would be alone his face being almost squashed with your thighs, your hands gripping onto his hair the feeling of his scalp stinging felt good to him. he'd listen to the muffled sounds of your voice his hands on your waist pulling you a smidge closer, your back arching in pleasure with the warm feeling of his mouth around your dick gosh damn he had the tounge of a fucking diety. "carl? man, are you even listening to a word i'm sayin'?" "uh-huh.."

˚୨୧⋆tagging: @gaybitchfx @luvst4rz @secretivemessenger

[inguaribile-romantica9]

I like how he smells

[itsmealaiah]

me seeing yall got me to 300 followers last night 🫶 😨 🥰

[voidpetrova]

friends — lip gallagher x reader

and what the hell were we?

tell me we weren't just friends

this doesn't make much sense

☄. *. ⋆

content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking, sex, nudity, slut-shaming, arguing, fighting — smut, angst, fluff

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

synopsis: going from the best of friends to the best of friends with benefits shouldn't be a problem—at least, not until one starts to catch feelings for the other

✧.*

the southside streets were a tapestry of dimly lit alleyways and faded dreams. you found yourself perched on the stoop of the gallagher house, a half-empty beer bottle in your hand. the night was alive with whispers of city life, the distant sounds of sirens and laughter merging into a symphony of chaos. the air carried the sweet tang of uncertainty, a reminder that anything could happen in these streets.

lip gallagher, a mix of charm and raw edges, emerged from the house. his presence was magnetic, drawing you in with a lopsided grin that spoke of countless adventures. “fancy seeing you here,” he remarked, his voice a cocktail of amusement and intrigue.

“fate or coincidence, you decide,” you shot back, the corner of your lips curling into a playful smile. this was your ritual, a dance that had become second nature between you two.

he leaned against the porch railing, his shoulder brushing against yours in a way that felt more intimate than accidental. the conversation flowed effortlessly, a rhythm that only the two of you understood. stories of the latest flings and mishaps unfolded, the honesty between you a testament to a connection that ran deeper than the surface.

as the night stretched on, the dialogue tiptoed along the line between flirtation and confession. every word carried a weight of promise and potential, each laugh a step closer to crossing a boundary that neither of you had dared to name.

lip's gaze held a mixture of challenge and curiosity, his words dipped in a shade of daring. “so, what's the most daring thing you've done lately?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours.

a smirk tugged at your lips, a telltale sign that you were about to unveil a carefully guarded secret. “well,” you began, drawing out the word for dramatic effect, “i may or may not have found myself in a rather intriguing situation with a certain gallagher.”

His eyebrows arched, his mask of nonchalance slipping just a fraction. “oh, really? do tell.”

you leaned in, your breath mingling with his as you whispered your confession. “let's just say, friends with benefits has taken on a whole new meaning.”

his laughter was a melody that echoed through the night, a mixture of surprise and something else that flickered in his eyes. “you're something else, you know that?” the unspoken truth hung between you, the acknowledgment that this game you were playing had stakes neither of you had anticipated. but as the night drew on, the allure of the unknown kept you tethered to the porch, the city's heartbeat matching your own.

it only took a second for him to close the gap between your lips. the kiss was a collision of pent-up tension and unspoken desires, a fusion of emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. his lips were warm against yours, a promise of more to come, as if the touch of his mouth held the answers to questions you hadn't even asked.

the world around you seemed to fade into the background, the distant city noises reduced to a gentle hum. all that mattered was the taste of him, the sensation of his fingers tangling in your hair, his body pressed against yours. as the kiss deepened, so did the complexity of the emotions it unearthed. It was more than just a physical connection; it was a revelation of the layers you'd both been hiding. the hands that had been exploratory in their touch grew steadier, more purposeful, as if mapping out the contours of a future neither of you had planned for.

when the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless, the weight of what had just transpired settling between you like a secret too heavy to bear. lip's eyes bore into yours, a mixture of uncertainty and longing, a reflection of the storm that raged within him. “we should probably go back inside,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent shivers down your spine.

“probably,” you agreed, though neither of you moved. the unspoken words hung between you as he smashed his lips into yours once more, the kiss more feverish than ever.

his fingers trailed along the fabric of your shirt, dipping under the hem as he tugged on it aggressively. you smiled into the kiss, complying as you helped him out, the shirt landing on the floor beneath your feet. the air felt electric, every touch igniting a spark that set your senses ablaze. lip's touch was both urgent and tender, his hands mapping the expanse of your skin as if committing every inch to memory. the porch became a canvas for a connection that had transcended its boundaries, each brush of skin a brushstroke in a masterpiece of vulnerability. as his fingers danced along your spine, you leaned into his touch, savoring the way his breath hitched when you traced the contours of his chest. the unspoken words that had lingered between you now found their voice in the language of touch and sensation.

his lips found your neck, trailing soft kisses that sent ripples of pleasure through you. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of stolen intimacy. the night held its breath, as if aware of the gravity of this moment, of how it would reshape the landscape of your connection. “really need this,” he murmured into your neck, his veiny hands finding their way onto your chest, gripping at your boobs with an aggression that made you moan. “had such a shitty fuckin' day.”

you couldn't help but smile as you pushed his hands farther into your tits, giving him all the leverage he needed to grope them harder, unclipping your bra before letting his mouth help him out. “well, what are best friends for?”

he let his teeth sink into your nipples, tongue circling the hardened buds as you shivered under his touch. you were busy yourself, fingers eagerly pulling his jeans down, boxers catching up to them in an instant. you were both bare, nothing you hadn't seen before—but it never got old. his hands traced your toned stomach, rubbing soothing circles into your hipbones before making their way south.

the sensation in his dick became even more unbearable as he ran a sole finger along your slit, picking up all the moisture you had in store for him.

“so fucking wet,” he groaned, admiring the way your sweet slick dripped onto his fingers. “all of this for me?” you nodded in response, your fingers wrapped around his wrist as you pushed upwards, encouraging him to go further. you didn't have to tell him twice, his index finger pushing its way into you, meaty walls clenching in an instant. you couldn't help but moan, his finger long and sturdy, hitting you where you needed it to.

“let's see how well you take them tonight,” he mused, his pace quickening as the tip of his finger brushed against your sweet spot. you find yourself with your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on his curly locks. he pushed a second finger into you, the burning pain of being stretched out so nicely clashing with overwhelming pleasure. in no time, he had pushed a third finger into you, all three mercilessly pounding inside of you, curling and twisting so that he could prepare you for a bigger treat. “that's a good girl.”

when he slid his fingers out, you whined at the emptyness. he pressed his lips to yours once more, fingers soaked with your arousal. you kissed him back just as hard, just as needy as he trailed his wet fingers up your body, caressing your stomach, tits and neck—before he pulled away, substituting his lips with his fingers. you obliged at the silent demand, swollen lips parted to make way for his thick fingers. he shoved them in carelessly, watching you suck on your own juices to clean him up. he groaned at the sight of you all pretty and desperate for him, he couldn't hold out any longer.

you had your face propped up on your elbows, back arched for him with your ass in his face. he brought down his hand against the meat of your ass harshly, watching it riccochet and bounce back. you mewled at the stinging sensation it left behind as you pushed up against him, eager for another taste. he smirked, knowing you were just as desperate as he was.

when you felt the tip brush past your walls, there was no shutting you up. of course, you've had countless encounters like this with your best friend, and you've seen a considerable amount of dicks in your life—but nothing could compare to him, nothing could make you get bored with him. you let out a cry of ecstasy once he pushed himself in balls-deep, the feeling making you tense up completely.

“so fucking big,” you purred, his hands gripping onto your ass for leverage. “can't take it.” the grip on your ass intensified as he leaned down to your ear, dick pushing into you even deeper than before.

“oh, yes you fucking will,” he argued, hot breath fanning your lobe. “gonna stay there and let me use this pussy like a good little bitch.”

you felt yourself clench around him at his degrading words, a string of disgusting moans leaving your mouth as he fucked you—and he fucked you good. he made sure you felt the way every vein pressed against your walls, the way his tip cruelly slammed against your cervix, the way his balls would slap your ass roughly. neither of you were there to make love—you were there to fuck. you were there to let loose and let go of your stressful issues, and being best friends, you were determined to help each other out.

when he came, he didn't do it quietly. one hand was gripping at the flesh on your ass, sure to leave marks. the other was in your hair, pulling your head towards him while he fucked you, longing to watch how your eyes rolled back at the brutal pleasure. he came with a loud groan, dumping his cum into you, along with the problems the day had in store for him. you followed just a few seconds after, tears rolling down your cheeks as you soaked him, the nirvana positively ecstatic.

“i'm gonna get going,” you breathed out, quick to get back onto your feet after coming down from your high. lip shot you a look as he tucked his elbows behind his head. “no, you're not,” he countered with a yawn. “you're gonna get us some beer and stay over so we can talk about shit.”

the low hum of the room was accompanied by the afterglow of your connection, the air still heavy with the intimacy you'd shared. with a reluctant nod, you slipped into your discarded clothes and made your way to the small kitchen, returning shortly with a couple of cold beers. you settled back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight as you handed lip a beer. the cans clinked together in a silent toast as you both took a sip, the casual gesture feeling strangely intimate after what had transpired between you.

“so, what's on your mind?” lip asked, his gaze fixed on the ceiling but his attention clearly focused on you. you took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself. “you remember that guy from our school, sam?”

lip's eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to look at you. “oh, yeah. captain of the football team, real dick.”

“yeah,” you confirmed, your fingers tracing the rim of the beer can. “we were fucking for a while, but it kind of fizzled out.”

lip's expression was a mixture of curiosity and concern. “what happened?” you shrugged, trying to keep your tone nonchalant. “just the usual stuff. real small dick.”

silence hung in the air, a bridge between what was said and what was left unsaid before you both broke into laughter. it was your turn to ask, “what about you?”

lip's lips quirked into a wry smile. “my sexcapades aren't as bad as yours,” he took a long sip of his beer before continuing. “well, you remember mandy milkovich?” your heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name, though you tried your best to hide it. it was nothing personal with her, she was just a huge cunt. “oh, yeah. real bitch.”

lip's gaze was distant, as if he were recounting a distant memory. “fucked her longer than i counted for, real intense.”

“intense how?” you couldn't help but ask, your curiosity piqued. he let out a soft chuckle. “mandy's got this way of getting under your skin, you know? we were good together, but then we weren't. she wanted more than i was willing to give at the time.”

the honesty in his voice resonated with you, reminding you that the emotions you'd been navigating weren't exclusive to you alone. as you continued to share stories, both trivial and significant, the barriers that had once separated you seemed to crumble, replaced by a newfound understanding of each other's vulnerabilities.

the hours slipped away in a haze of laughter and candid conversation, the connection between you growing deeper with every word exchanged. it was a respite from the chaos of the world, a haven where feelings could be acknowledged without judgment.

eventually, as the night gave way to the early hours of the morning, the two of you lay side by side, the beer cans empty and discarded. the moment was a tranquil pause in a story that had become increasingly complicated, a pause that allowed you to savor the newfound intimacy that had emerged from the ashes of your casual arrangement.

the morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across lip's disheveled room. groggily, he rubbed his eyes and shifted, only to find an empty space beside him. confusion settled in as he searched for any sign of you, his mind racing through fragmented memories of the night before.

had you left? or maybe you'd ended up in someone else's bed? of course you left. the thought gnawed at him, igniting an unsettling fire of emotions he wasn't prepared for. lip's fingers brushed against his temple as he attempted to piece together the events of the previous night, the truth feeling elusive.

days turned into a slow build-up of anticipation and anxiety. the absence of your usual banter and casual encounters weighed heavily on him. the evening approached, and you had found yourself at the bar, nursing a drink and trying to settle in for a night of fun you'd been anticipating the past dew days.

as the hours ticked by, a vision of confidence and allure. the room seemed to shift its focus to you, a magnetic force that drew glances from all directions. men couldn't resist approaching, their intentions clear, but their advances met with a firm dismissal.

at the bar, kevin watched with amusement, recognizing the game you were playing. with a sly grin, he intercepted a particularly persistent suitor, delivering a curt “fuck off,” that sent a clear message. unbeknownst to the onlookers, the stage was set, and the tension was building, like the calm before a storm.

the whispers among the patrons painted a picture of longing. it seemed like you were waiting for someone, and in their minds, that someone was lip gallagher. expectation hung in the air like a palpable thread, weaving through the dimly lit space as the night deepened.

as the door swung open, a collective breath held, only to release in a surprised murmur. it wasn't lip who stepped in, but carl, his presence strikingly magnetic. a slow grin curled on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the role he was about to play.

his entrance was like a bolt of electricity, charging the atmosphere with an undeniable energy. his eyes locked onto yours from across the room, a silent invitation that you couldn't resist. with a smirk, he made his way over, sliding onto the barstool beside you.

“looks like you really showed up,” he drawled, his tone dripping with flirtatious charm. you laughed, a mixture of amusement and anticipation. “you gave me a reason to.”

he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “good, because we've got shit in store for tonight.”

the double entendre hung in the air, and a shiver ran down your spine. “is that so?” you teased, meeting his gaze with a challenge. carl's hand found its way to your thigh, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. “absolutely, only if you can take it.” you and carl have known each other as long as you and lip have—as long as you and all the gallaghers have. granted, none of you were as close as you and lip were, but carl wanted nothing more than to form a close bond of hia own with you.

the playful glint in his eyes told you he had no intentions of keeping that promise. as the night wore on and drinks flowed, the conversation between you grew more intimate.

“you always knew how to keep things interesting,” you mused, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass. carl's foot brushed against yours under the bar, a subtle touch that spoke volumes. “life's too short for anything less.”

the chemistry between you was undeniable, each word and gesture a part of an intricate dance. his laughter mixed with yours, creating a bubble of shared secrets and hidden desires.

leaning in, he whispered, “you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this.” your breath caught in your throat as his lips grazed your earlobe. “oh, really? and what exactly have you been looking forward to?”

carl's fingers traced a path along your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. ”getting to know you better. much, much better.“ the words hung in the air, heavy with implication. the bar seemed to fade away as the night deepened, leaving only the electric connection between you and him. the chemistry crackled, a tantalizing push and pull that was impossible to ignore. the bar buzzed with activity, but your focus was solely on each other. With every touch, every whispered promise, the tension between you grew, until it became a force that couldn't be contained.

when he took you home, everybody was asleep. everybody, except for lip, who was nowhere to be found. you chose not to ask questions and ignore the feeling that grew in your chest. you knew he was out elsewhere, possibly in someone else's bed, but you didn't care. why would you? you focused on carl, on the way you were straddling his lap on his bed, your bodies closer than ever. his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle yet charged with an electric undercurrent. the weight of unspoken words hung in the air, but there was no need for explanations.

his breath mingled with yours, a rhythmic symphony that seemed to echo the racing of your hearts. the chemistry between you crackled like electricity, each touch igniting a wildfire that spread through every nerve ending. his lips brushed against yours, a soft tease that sent tremors of longing through you.

“you drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured against your lips, his voice a husky whisper that seemed to send vibrations straight to your core. a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “and what are you planning to do about it?”

carl's hands found their way to your hips, his touch possessive yet tender. “i think you already know,” he replied, his gaze holding a promise that was impossible to ignore. the barriers that had once separated you from this moment felt like distant memories. in the dim light, the layers of pretense were shed, leaving only raw desire and the unspoken connection that bound you together.

as your lips met in a hungry kiss, the world seemed to fall away. the sensation of his mouth against yours was intoxicating, a heady mixture of need and vulnerability. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as the kiss deepened, a silent exchange of emotions too complex to put into words.

in that moment, you chose to let go of the questions that had been nagging at the back of your mind. the feeling that had grown in your chest, a mixture of unease and longing, was pushed aside in favor of the intoxicating present. you straddled the line between reality and desire, a place where the only thing that mattered was the connection between you and him.

“you gallaghers sure know what you're doing,” you breathed out in exasperation. your body was pressed real tight against his, tits spilling out of the top of your dress against his chest—he couldn't look away. the bulge in his jeans rubbed against your lace panties from under your dress, soft moans leaving your mouths.

after the words left your mouth, he was quick to flip you over. “talking about lip, aren't you?” you couldn't form a response, only being able to nod as he kissed your neck. “he's a real cynic. forget about him, at least for tonight.”

it was easier said than done.

the first crack of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a pale glow across the room as you stirred from your sleep. you were naked next to carl, his arm placed messily against your tits due to the uncomfortable sleeping position. the hushed rustle of clothing and the creak of the bed were your attempt to leave without disturbing anyone, especially carl, but just as you were about to slip out, your heart stopped.

there, standing in the doorway, was lip, his eyes locked onto you with a mixture of shock and anger.

time seemed to stand still as you both stared at each other, a tense silence enveloping the room. then, the dam broke, and lip's anger burst forth like a storm unleashed. his voice was a roar, laughter hysterical, his words a torrent of rage as he accused you of betraying him with his own brother.

“you really couldn't help yourself, could you?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “fucking around with carl? are you that desperate?”

the accusation hit you like a punch to the gut, and before you knew it, you were on your feet, a fiery retort on your lips. “don't you dare act like you have any right to be angry, i get to fuck who i want, lip.”

the room became a battlefield, words like weapons as you hurled accusations at each other. the tension that had been building between you for so long finally exploded, the frustration and hurt pouring out in a torrent of anger. objects were knocked off surfaces, the crash of shattered glass punctuating the intensity of the argument. it filled you with fury, how he thought he had any right to be angry at you, despite your agreement.

lip's face contorted in a mix of disbelief and fury. “you think that gives you the right to fuck my brother? to act like nothing matters?”

“nothing does matter,” you yelled back, your voice laced with desperation. “we had an arrangement, lip, and you knew exactly what you were getting into. don't play the victim now.”

the fight raged on, a storm of emotions that neither of you could control. the boundaries you had carefully established had crumbled, leaving you both exposed and vulnerable. the accusations and hurtful words flew like daggers, each one cutting deeper than the last.

“whore around all you want,” his voice cracked as he spit the words out, right in your face. “just spread your poison somewhere else.”

eventually, the anger began to subside, replaced by a heavy silence. panting, your chests heaved as you glared at each other, the residue of the fight hanging in the air like a bitter taste. with a final, seething look, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the room, retreating from the chaos you had unleashed.

as you left the house and retreated back to the familiarity of your own space, a mix of emotions swirled within you. the confrontation had left scars, wounds that ran deeper than the surface. the lines had been crossed, the arrangement shattered, and the tangled mess of emotions was impossible to ignore.

the sun painted your room in gentle hues of gold as you slept, oblivious to the turmoil that had transpired the day before. unbeknownst to you, lip stood outside your window, a conflicted figure bathed in the soft light. the memory of you, peacefully asleep, stirred something within him, a mixture of regret and longing.

he knew he had to make things right. climbing onto the windowsill with a mix of determination and trepidation, he moved silently, careful not to wake you. his eyes lingered on your peaceful face, the lines of your features softened in slumber. his fingers traced the curve of your cheek, the touch featherlight as he stroked your skin. regret and tenderness intertwined as he watched you, his heart heavy with the weight of his emotions. he had to apologize, to make amends for the pain he had caused.

and then, your eyes fluttered open, startled by his presence. the initial confusion in your gaze gave way to surprise and a hint of vulnerability. before you could react, he spoke, his voice a quiet confession.

“i'm sorry,” he whispered, his gaze locked onto yours. “i let my jealousy get the best of me. it wasn't fair to you.”

the sincerity in his voice struck a chord within you, and as you took in his remorseful expression, the tension from the previous day seemed to fade away. you shifted in your bed, sitting up and giving him space to come in.

"i appreciate your honesty," you replied softly, your voice carrying a mix of caution and warmth. "but we can't keep going like this, lip. we need boundaries."

he nodded, understanding in his eyes. “you're right. i messed up, and i don't want to lose you.”

the vulnerability in his admission resonated with you, and you found yourself considering the possibility of something more. it was a risky leap, but the connection between you was undeniable.

with a determined glint in his eyes, lip reached out to take your hand. “i wanna try something different. something real. can we give this a shot?”

the air seemed to hang heavy with the weight of his question, and as you looked into his eyes, you saw a genuine desire for change. a flicker of hope ignited within you, and you found yourself nodding slowly.

“let's take it one step at a time,” you replied, your voice steady. “but we need ground rules, lip. no more secrets, no more jealousy. just honesty.”

he nodded fervently, a renewed determination in his expression. and so, as the light bathed the room, you and lip embarked on a new chapter, one that held the promise of something deeper and more meaningful.

[gingers-deadbody]

Flawless - Carl Gallagher x Fem! Reader

Request: “Hi I would like to request a fanfic about Carl Gallagher who meets a flawless girl and treats her like princess but fucks her like a whore I don’t know if that’s possible but if not it’s cool”

Requested By: @butterflyqueen2002

Warnings: sex, language, cum (none else that I'm aware of)

A/N: I set this in season 7/8 bc at the time I started it the requester wasn’t specific but she later added onto the plot so just keep that in mind🤷🏻‍♀️ anyways I started this late at night but I was thinking abt it all day in school like omg 😩 I need Carl so bad

A/N pt.2: Btw this migt turn into a mini series with probably 3 parts max

As Carl walked through the halls of school and spotted you at your locker applying lipgloss, he knew he had to have you

If anyone were to look at you, they’d say the same exact thing

You were funny, smart, kind, and so especially hot

All girls admired you and all guys tried to get you in bed. You of course said no to every one of them. That being said, Carl was surprised when you agreed to go out with him. He was expecting rejection if anything.

“Sure, Carl. What time should I get there?” Your soothing voice snapping Carl out of his trance, making him remember he just asked you to eat dinner with him at Patsy’s.

“O-oh uh is 7:00 good for you? And don’t worry about getting there. I’ll pick you up”

“Yeah 7 is good. I’ll text you my address.”

With that, you closed your locker and walked to your next class with your books. Carl stood there and admired you. Everything about you was enticing. You hair, your eyes, your smile-

Carl was suddenly snapped out of his trance yet again by none other than his older sister, Debbie.

“Eww Carl! Stop gawking at her like a creep!” Debbie screamed and hit carl a top the head. Carl winced in pain and held his head

“Ow Debs what the fuck is wrong with you?” Carl yelled at the red headed girl. Debbie smirked. Carl hated it when his family got caught up in his romantic and personal affairs.

“Oops! Looks like I’m late for class. Bye, Carl!” Debbie yelled as she walked down the hallway to her next class. Now the only late one was Carl.

“Oh shit.” Carl ran in the opposite direction to his class.

- TIME SKIP -

It was quarter to 7 (6:45) and you were sitting at your vanity applying lipgloss and adding the finishing touches to your hair. It was nothing special since you were just going to Patsy’s but you still wanted to look nice.

Soon, Carl was knocking on the door nervously and was excited to greet you. He had cleaned up himself and bought you a single rose (or your favorite flower)

“Aww,” you put your hand on your heart and smiled. “Carl, you didn’t have to do this.” Carl handed the flower to you and followed you into your house as you put the flower in a vase of water. “I hope you like it” Carl smiled, feeling proud of himself.

“I do. Thank you Carl” You followed Carl outside and he opened Fiona’s car door and helped you in.

- TIME SKIP -

After the dinner, you and Carl went back to the Gallagher household to enjoy the rest of your night.

When you two got in the house, you were both drunk and stumbling through the quietness of the house, disturbing the peace of the night.

You were giggling as Carl helped you climb up the stairs to his bedroom. Although Carl would never admit it to your face, he did hope that you would like him and his family enough to go out with him on a second date.

“Carl, I’m tired,” you told him as he helped you into his room. “Yes, I know. You can sleep in my bed tonight if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Carl. If you’re okay with it too, you don’t have to sleep on the couch.”

“As long as it’s alright with you, I’m okay with it.”

And with that, you and Carl both fell asleep in each other’s arms, drunk and mindless.

In the morning, Carl had woken up first due to the shifting of your ass against his crotch.

With you shifting and constantly moving against him, it was hard for him not to notice. Carl was starting to get impatient with you so he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you deeper into him. He started to kiss and suck around you neck in hopes that when you wake up, you be in the mood~

You start to stir and you turn over to see the handsome face that belongs to none other than Carl Gallagher.

“Mornin’ baby” Carl says in his raspy, morning voice that turned you on more than you already were.

“Good morning, love” you press a kiss against his lips and giggle.

Carl moans as you start to bite and suck his neck

"You want to?" Carl struggles to get out as he brings his hand up to the back of your head to massage and play with your hair

"Mhmn" you respond as you're now laying on top of him with both of your hands around the back of his head and taking his soft, curly hair into the grasp of your fingers and pulling your hands back out and repeating the motion until Carl grabs your waist and flips you back onto your back with him on top of you.

Carl places a kiss on your upper lip and pulls back to remove your clothes, stripping you bare for the ultimate pleasure of both yourself and him. Once the t-shirt of his that you had borrowed for the night was removed from your upper half, goosebumps arose from your arms and torso, along with your nipples hardening and standing straight.

Carl leans down to your breasts, kissing and licking each of your nipples and kissing down to your waistline. Once he had reached his destination, he leans up and removes your shorts and panties and throws them onto the floor to join the rest of your recently discarded clothing items.

After you were completely disrobed, Carl had finally taken into account that he, himself, wasn't fully naked either. Given that, he, with the help of you, stripped himself from his boxer shorts to join you in the nakedness you lie in.

After you were both stripped bare, with goosebumps ridden along your bare, soft, skin, he pulled his hands to wrap them around your waist from the back and pulled you closer into himself.

He grabbed his dick (I don’t like the word cock, sorry) rolled on a condom, and aligned it with your vagina, rubbing his tip along your folds.

A grin crept across Carl’s face as he listened to your heavenly moans massage his ears. Finally, he took his dick and slowly pressed his tip into your velvety walls.

Once his dick was finally all the way inside your pussy, he took both of your legs and put them over his shoulders.

He took ahold of your hips and began to thrust into your cunt, hitting your sweet spot. He kept thrusting hard, making you whine and moan against his touch.

As you moaned, Carl could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release.

Carl being the gentleman he is, he wanted you to cum first. Given that, he took one of his hands that was resting on your hip and brought it down to your clit to rub in circular motions.

"Mhmm, Carl, I'm close." you moaned out, voice breathy and slightly higher than usual.

"Me too, babygirl. Go ahead, cum on my dick." Carl kept on rubbing your clit with his thumb, going faster and faster as each word left his mouth.

And with that, you came all over Carl's dick, with him following shortly after, cumming into the condom.

Carl pulled out and threw the condom in the trash near his bed and grabbed the two water bottles he had set next to his bed the night before.

After you two were both cleaned up and calmed down, Carl placed a kiss on your lips and walked you back to your house.

Best. Date. Ever. (cringey, I know)

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oh my gosh, I hate this so much but I promised it'd be out by today so it's whatever.

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[janetsboys]

X readers list

heyyy here are all the characters i can write fanfics about if you’d like to request something (⚠️read my bio)

i’m a she/her and i don’t really feel comfortable writing with other genders than female because i can’t really know what they feel if you understand what i mean? thank you for your comprehension <3

- mike schmidt (five nights at freddy’s)

- carl gallagher (shameless)

- finnick odair (the hunger games)

- thor odinson (mcu)

- lo’ak sully (avatar twow)

- rafe cameron (outer banks)

- gally (the maze runner)

- flash thompson (the amazing spider-man)

- arne johnson (the conjuring 3)

- harry osborn (spider-man)

- alex summers (x-men)

i know this is very specific lmao but i have to do this cause they’re the only ones i have inspiration about😭

[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas - Day 5

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): i hate christmas but you really love it and i feel bad raining on your parade so i guess it wouldn’t kill me to act a little happier

Word Count: 2.7K

Story Description: It's the first Christmas for Lip and (Y/N). He's not used to having the holiday times be a very festive event, but something about being with (Y/N) makes everything better.

Fandom: Shameless

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x NonBinary!Reader

Warnings: foul language

A/N: not precisely day 5, just a few hours after but I am all caught up now. I wanted more details into the story but this is how it flowed out😅

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It was no secret that the Gallagher gang had a rough life growing up. Holidays weren’t such a thing to celebrate, simply something that happened during the winter whilst they were trying to survive the cold months. Their whole life had been a struggle. It was what they were used to, and what they would probably always have hanging in the back of their heads for the rest of their lives.

It had been two and a half years since Lip had moved out of the family home and had to care for fewer people. A year and three months that he and Tami had amicably gone their separate ways and shared custody of their son Freddie. And a year since he met (Y/N).

His life had drastically changed since they had come into their life. Lip had started the transformation of his life long ago. Though he did have some major lows in his journey, he was ways away from the frightened boy he used to be. One of those lows was breaking things off with Tami. It had been a mutual breakup – they had grown apart. But it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt and he had to go through a transitional period where he didn’t see his son every day and he came home to an empty house every night.

During that transitional period, when Tami and he were still figuring out the best way to divide custody of Freddie, was when he met (Y/N).

They were walking out of a coffee shop as Lip was walking in, on his way to get an order. He bumped into them and ended up spilling their iced coffee all over them, staining their crisp white shirt and their grey pantsuit.

“Fuck,” he said. “I am so sorry. I’d say I would pay for the dry cleaning but that suit looks more expensive than my whole wardrobe.”

“No worries,” they chuckled. “You can make it up to me over dinner. I’m (Y/N).” 

“Lip. Uh, Philip, but you can call me Lip.”

“Well, Lip. Here’s my number. Call me some time,” they said as they handed the man a business card.

It took him a week to call (Y/N). He had put the card on his secondhand fridge, letting it taunt him. He’d felt intimidated as soon as he read the little cardboard. They were an attorney at one of the biggest firms in Chicago. He felt slightly intimidated at the prospect of falling for someone that seemed to have it all together.

Eventually, his curiosity peaked. He wanted to know this person that had taken an interest in him just by only knowing his name. So, he called, and the rest was history.

The pair hit it off right away, finding they had more in common than differences. And although they came from different backgrounds, and lived drastically different lives, and it seemed like there would never be a way for them to ever intermingle, they did.

Lip certainly had never felt this way before. He’d been obsessed with people before; he couldn’t deny that. He was ready to give everything up for Karen; he grew infatuated with Mandy; he had a crazy rendezvous with Amanda which intertwined with the affair he was having with his much older professor Helene; finally, there was Tami, the woman he was ready to change everything for, even if it didn’t work out in the end.

But it was different with (Y/N). The intoxicating adrenaline feeling he normally got when meeting someone new was gone. He felt calm, at peace. There wasn’t the giddy feeling of finding out just how big of a trainwreck the relationship would be. Rather he felt like riding softly on the waves of their relationship.

Their relationship moved quite fast – though for Southside standards it was slow. At the end of their first month, they had already said they loved each other. After four months together, (Y/N) asked him to move in with them – they would spend so much time there that it was almost like he already did. Five months in and they met Freddie.

Now, a year into their relationship they were spending their first Christmas together, and the first Christmas Lip would spend with Freddie since the breakup. But he had never been a holiday person. He never had the luxury to be one. Not even when his kid had been born did he celebrate it well – according to Tami’s family.

On the other hand, (Y/N) was a Christmas fanatic. And when they heard that Freddie would be spending those holidays at their place, they decided to go all out.

“Okay,” they said as they joined Lip on the couch one night a week before Freddie got there. “I made a list of all the things I think will make this an unforgettable Christmas for Fred. And before you say anything, I know he’s only four years old and he probably won’t remember much of it, but I still wanna make this amazing.”

“Alright,” Lip chuckled. “Let me have it.”

“So, I know this week you still have two finals this week, so I kept it light. Mainly stuff at home,” (Y/N) started. “I was thinking we could a gingerbread house, make letters to Santa, watch Christmas classics, and bake some cookies. That way you can study during his downtime. What do you think?”

Lip couldn’t help but smile at his partner. Before them, every time the holidays came around he couldn’t help the anger that washed over him. Whilst other families had the ability to give their families happy memories to hold onto, all he could remember was having to help his family pass the winter without dying of the cold or hunger. It was something he never wanted his own son to go through. And with (Y/N) he knew it was possible.

Since they loved Christmas so much, he decided he would try his best to enjoy the holiday for the sake of his partner and his son.

“Sounds like a perfect plan,” he replied. His hands cradled their face, placing a soft kiss on their lips, a glimmer of adoration in his eyes.

“What?” (Y/N) chuckled as they noticed Lip kept staring at them.

“I’m just so fucking grateful to have met you, baby,” he said. “A year ago I never thought my life would look this way. I mean, somehow I’m back in school; I have a healthy and happy son; I’ve been two years – and counting – sober; and I have the most amazing life partner with me.”

Tears started welling up in his eyes as he recalled how his life was changing. He wanted to be the person they knew he could be. (Y/N) had helped him make a life plan and taught him that it was okay if he had to improvise some things along the way. They helped him get back into school, where he would get an advanced masters. At least that’s what he hoped. Because he wanted to change. (Y/N) made him want to change. Regardless of who he left behind.

“This is the first time I don’t feel guilty for making a better life for myself,” he continued. “The first time I don’t have to worry where my siblings will rest their heads or if they have enough food to get them through the winter or worry I’ll find my father passed out in an alley freezing. You’ve given me the time and space I’ve needed to allow myself to leave the southside behind.

People always told me that just because I was from the southside it didn’t mean I was supposed to stay there. And I always blew them off because I always found a way to screw things up and stay there. That’s when people always leave. But you haven’t. You know everything I’ve done, all the skeletons in my closet, and yet you still chose to be with me.

I truly don’t know what I did to deserve you, (Y/N). But you make me want to be a better person every day of my life. Because I love you, I want to be the person you think I can be.

And I want to enjoy this Christmas. I want to make memories with you and Freddie, even if he won’t remember them. Cause I fucking will. And I want pictures with Santa and to go ice skating, and to open presents on Christmas morning. Because we deserve it.” 

(Y/N) couldn’t help but wrap their arms around his neck, kissing him once more.

“Lip, I’m the one who’s lucky. You gave my life direction,” they smiled. “Having all this, it meant nothing because I didn’t have someone to share it with. I worked, I came home, ate and slept, and did it all again. Day after day. That was my life. Now, I look forward to coming home because I know there’s someone waiting at home for me.

You and I were raised very differently. I know that. But I’ve known the gut-wrenching feeling of thinking there’s nothing better out there. With you, I know I’ve got better now.

And I know this is simply gonna be the first Christmas of many as a family. So, list or no list, I wanna do whatever you want. Because I love you and want you to have an amazing time.” 

“I think I’ll stick to the list,” he chuckled through teary eyes. “I trust the expert.”

And he did. Because the thing he was mostly looking forward to was the Christmas dinner they had planned with his family, their family, and their friends. The day he would ask (Y/N) if they’d spend the rest of their lives together, making memories to last them a lifetime.

Taglist: @adaydreamaway08 @beckiej0073-blog

[n3tworksucks]

ANYONE WANNA REQUEST CARL GALLAGHER HCS...?

[priniya]

How do i get in your taglist?

heyy sorry i haven’t update my taglist in a while, i’m gon add you as soon as i’ll post sth. just hmu about which works u’d like to be updated!

the ones i mostly write (or plan on writing) about are

shameless (us) — mostly carl and debbie gallagher, but can also write for lip and tami

harry potter — basically anyone you came up with, the golden trio, the marauders, harry’s children era etc.

riordanverse — also anyone but would prefer percy, luke, frank, magnus, leo, will, platonic nico

mcu — bruce banner, peter parker (or tasm peter), pietro maximoff

stranger things — steve, robin, aged up dustin

haikyuu — also everyone

outer banks — my new fixation, jj maybank <3, rafe cameron n pope heyward and MAYBE kiara/sarah

atla — zuko, sokka, suki, katara :P

actors? celebrities — timothee chalamet, rudy pankow

[thebearer]

lips absence making ronan just not having a connection with him. and ronan is 1000% mamas boy, so even when your super pregnant ronan still needs to be held and when lip tries to take him it’s ww3 getting ronan away from you

i don't think it would be an absence with the kids because he knows 1) you'd leave him right then and there, and 2) he wouldn't be able to live with himself genuinely. he never actually leaves (unless you kick him out to cool off bc you're both fighting) but he's not leaving leaving. he's absent more in the way of just not in the moment. always looks like he's somewhere else. might be there physically but not emotionally.

still, ronan is such a mama's boy, he picks up on it subconsciously. he'd still so little when you get pregnant, a little over a year old when you're pretty heavily pregnant. he just wants to cuddle and cling to you all day, but it gets pretty hard to with your growing bump.

lip tries to take him to bed one night. you're supposed to be on bed rest, not moving a lot- definitely not lifting a baby. ronan sobs- wails for you.

heart broken "ma-ma!"'s all the way down the hall, and you're emotional as it is, but it tears your heart right down the middle.

lip is in hell trying to get him to settle. all he wants is you. he's not a very mean baby, never super fussy or dramatic (not like freddie and jude) but he is then. agitated, angry, upset, won't settle at all.

"just let me have him." you whisper after the last hour of ronan's sobs.

"hey, no. you're not supposed to be up-" lip frowns.

you roll your eyes at him, reaching for ronan who stretched for you. "no," lip turns. "you can't lift him. the doctor said-"

"-i'll be fine." you huff. "jude and freddie have school tomorrow, and he's going to make himself sick crying like this. i'll be alright."

lip's still not giving in. his ego is hurt, his pride too. why he couldn't get ronan to settle, he wasn't sure, but it was driving him insane.

he finally agrees to keep him in the bed with you two for the night. keeps you in it, and keeps ronan happy.