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Introduction + all abt me !! :3
This is basically an introduction and things about me Woohoo!!!
My name: Junyebeen Or- June
Gender: Female :3
Fandoms I like: she ra, owl house, arcane, steven universe, trolls, mha, shameless, American dad, inside job, MLP, Mouthwashing, ETC
Dislikes: Rude people, people who don't respect opinions, the ocean-, too cold places, too much quiet
Music taste: Rock!!!!!, some pop, mainly Rock and metal, oh- and scene!! AANNNND anything from Steven universe, or trolls
What I'll write: Fluff, angst, SOME smut, reader x character, character x character
I wont write: ANYTHING remotely smutty with kids, anything about feet, incest, age play, bodily fluid kinks- yuck :<
Other: I am Neurodivergent and I take an interest to many kid shows
( take this with a grain of salt)
You two are my rocks. I can’t do it without you.
You two are my rocks. I can’t do it without you.
Ok so I kinda just connected something... So you know how we're all worried about a gallavich fight scene, well it could have something to do with the fact that mickey is wanted by the goddamn cartel .
Mandy: Are you straight?
Mickey: Straight from hell.
Saw this today and cracked up soooo heres some remakes
(+ a little template 😋)
Mickey milkovich x M!Reader
◇Car sex
◇Mickey tops for once, reader rides him
◇Sex with plot?
Mickey did not want to be here at this shitty party his sister was throwing. He only came here cause you said you'd be here, and he might've also been feeling a hit possessive with the fact that you said Mandy was trying to find your ass a man.
You looked hot, and Ian teasing his ass wasn't helping. "Jesus, Mick. Keep staring and I won't be able to tell who's drooling. Your mouth or your dick." The remarks got Ian a harsh shove from Ian
"Oh fuck off, Gallagher."
Meanwhile, you were only here in an attempt to hope Mickey would finally be open about liking you. It's not like you didn't know. The staring, the fact that he was okay with you occasionally touching him where he'd hit or shove others off from it. His sister seen it, Ian seen it, and so did you. Unfortunately for Mick and his stubborn ass, refused too.
"Just go, dipshit." Ian shoved him a little. They might've been exes, but they were close. "Yeah..yeah.." Mickey sighed before actually getting the balls to go up to you.
You smiled as he finally stood beside you, "Hey, Cariño. Been waiting for you." Mickey's heart skipped a beat as you called him cariño again. Thats all you've ever called him, and you also refused to tell him what it meant. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting through him every time you used that term of endearment.
He cleared his throat, trying to keep a cool exterior. "Yeah? Been waiting for me?" He responded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah. I'm gay, but not gay enough to listen to your sister and her girls about matching panties." You remarked, which made both of you laughed. "Yeah, that doesn't sound fun at all." Mickey agreed. "You have much to drink?" Mick asked, trying to act nonchalant, but deep down he might be a rain drop of worried. "This is my first, and probably only." You smiled at him, and he nodded a flash of relief in his eyes.
"Tryna stay sober or some?" He only asked to keep this weak ass conversation going, so you obliged "More like I want to remember tonight and not hookup with a random person."
Mickey's smirk faltered for a moment as he heard your words. The idea of you going home with someone else was something he didn't want to think about, but he tried to keep his cool and not show any signs of jealousy. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "So you don't plan on hooking up with anyone tonight?"
You nodded, agreeing with his words. "I might live in the SouthSide, but I'm not the Southside." Which he didn't understand but wasn't going to ask. You also added, "Don't really like hookups, or flings. I just don't like it."
Which he was kinda surprised by. It was the SouthSide, if your friends hadn't all slept with the same person, it wasn't the southside. So what made you different? You were a pretty boy. Kept hair, decent clothes. "So if you don't hookup or one nights, what the fuck do you do?" Mickey asked. "Uh committed relationships." You laughed. "Oh." Was all he could manage to get out his mouth. He wasn't the type for relationships..nit committed ones...but maybe?
"Huh. Committed relationships?" He repeated after sipping his beer. You smiled, "Yeah, Cariño."
He groaned, "You're killing me with that god damn nickname." You smirked, "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Mickey smirked, his face only inches away from yours. He was close enough to feel your breath on his face. His heart was pounding faster and faster with each passing second, and his mind was racing with thoughts of how badly he wanted to just kiss you right then and there. If you both ever had a moment that yall connected, it was now "Car?" You both ask at the same time and laughed.
Soon, you were dragging the sweet but asshole of a man out to your car in the street. "Nice ass, papí." You swatted one of his Jean covered asscheeks as he went into the back of your car first. "Don't call me that, dipshit." He groaned, already having his pants tight, and you calling him daddy in Spanish was not helping.
You huffed, going into your glove box for lube, cause dry anal hurt. We all know that. Once you got into the back of the car, both of yall were rushing to get at least pants and boxers off. You waisted no time to straddle his lap, and coat his strained cock in lube to take into you. You both moaned out, Mickeys hands gripping your hips to help you sink down better and yours at his shoulders. You rolled your hips, grunting at the pain and pleasure. Mickey was panting, being the typical ass of not making noise besides the soft puffs of hair or barely audible groans. Asshole.
You, thank god, found a good rhythm as you rode Mickeys cock, one of his hands wrapping around your throat which cause your eyes to roll back, "Oh papí. Your cock feels so damn good."
The compliment made his gently squeeze your throat, "Say it again. Keep saying it."
"Yes, papí." You whined, grinding your hips down before going back to bouncing. Your movements and repetition of calling him daddy in Spanish was getting his vocal aspect to come out, and damn did you relish in it. It was all too much, he was losing his god damn mind. Mickey was so unbelievably overwhelmed by you, all he wanted was more, more of you, more of this feeling. He couldn't form words anymore, all he could do was pant and moan, each curse word that escaped his lips was like a prayer.
He leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours, the kiss was desperate and rough, full of need. You were the only thing on his mind, you were the only thing he needed. You were his lifeline, the air he needed to breathe, the water he needed to stay alive. Without you, he was nothing. He was drowning, but the sweet embrace of you gave him the breath he needed to keep standing. You moaned against his lips, "Fuck, papí. I'm close."
"God...me too." He managed to gasp out, his hips bucking involuntarily to meet your movements. He was on the edge, hanging by a thread, but god he didn't want this to end. Unfortunately neither of you could warn eachother when your orgasms hit, yours going over his and your own shirt, his going deep into you. The sight of you, the sound of your moans, it drove him crazy, and he was completely lost in the moment. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, his body trembling as he came down from the high. He looked at you with a mixture of amazement and awe, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.
Sadly, the sirens and lights if cop cars ended that bliss a little too fast.
"Fuck!" Both of you groaned.
SCREAMINGF WITHOUGH THE S RNNN
fem dazass is hot af guys
This may be like, very specific, but are there any bartylus shameless fics, because like i saw a post about this, and i cant stop thinking about it
Me when I see a piece of media about something I’m hyperfixated on:
スエキー 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧. 🏼🏽🏾🏿
𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐈'𝐦 𝐄𝐯𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ➯ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞.
I mean it feels like conversation I had with my friend when I was retelling her fanfic I read
No regrets about rewatching
20 Questions Game for Fic Writers!
Tagged by @blairwaldcrf (I haven't done this yet to tag you so I'll take it as you tagging me.)
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
It's only 14 right now but including the 4 I've orphaned so far, 18!
2. What’s your total ao3 word count?
It says 60,364! (not including the orphaned works)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Haikyuu, BNHA, RWRB, and Shameless!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
some part of me came alive | rwrb | 10,979 words
Smoke Slow | rwrb | 2,026 words
On the Off Chance | shameless | 5,780 words
Terrible Things | rwrb | 4,038 words
dreamy little you | rwrb | 1,666 words
5. Do you respond to comments?
I dooo I always dooo.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
The one I repurposed for FP because that plot went down the worst way.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
To date it's probably some part of me came alive or Love Songs in the Key of Liam. (I'm realizing yet again that most of the shit I write have no comfort.)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No one's directly spoken about it to me yet so no.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I don't know what kind I write LMFAO. Mostly fade to black beginnings of a hook up but full on smut I've not exactly tried yet.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?
Haven't yet but I've been wanting to!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
No.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes but it's a very old oneshot someone requested me to translate in Tagalog.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Yes.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I had an elaborate outline and draft for a Matsuhana college AU once but... creative juices no worky.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Inner monologue probably.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Dialogue ALWAYS.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
This depends. Is the entire fic in a other language? Yes, bet. Is it not? Still interesting I would eat it up. (forever just happy to be here)
19. First fandom you ever wrote for?
Please don't perceive me.
20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?
Bloom. I'm plugging it because it's the first Matsuhana retrospective no comfort piece I wrote (that comforted me as I wrote it tbh), it's basically my firstborn on ao3 as well. I feel about it deeply simply because I also wrote this at a very memorable time in my life. I channeled a lot of shit into that thing, hence my unlimited overprotectiveness and fondness for it.
Tagging you guys if you haven't done it yet! @littlemisskittentoes @kiwiana-writes @later-2-dae @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @movetoheavens @rockyroadkylers @user-anakin @affectionatelyrs @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heartitinthesilence @14carrotghoul @44whispers @arand0mdutchgirl
mickey running away when he and ian are confronted by the cop in s10 is so funny. not just because of the obvious comedy of mickey immediately hopping a fence when a cop so much as speaks his name, but for the fact that he completely ABANDONS his literal boyfriend???? what was the thought process, leave ian to be arrested or brought in for questioning while you make a run for it LIKE GIRL WHERE ARE U GOING!!! i like to think that if ian had actually went in for questioning that very moment he'd return at like. dinner time to see mickey casually eating at the table and would give him the world's biggest glare and cold shoulder. mickey my stupid little criminal (affectionate)
🔪 he can have a little violence as a treat
Levi: *under his breath* I want to climb you like a tree
Y/n: *pretending they didn't hear* Huh?
Levi: *covers his red cheeks with his hands* I would kill you for free!
♠️ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 — CARL GALLAGHER
Experienced!Gentle!Carl x Fem!Virgin!Reader
Contains: Virginity loss, praise, swearing, oral fem!receiving, squirting, gentle sex, unprotected sex, talking through orgasm, slight overstimulation, creampie. Not proof read!
Synopsis: A story in which Carl comes over to your new apartment on the west side because you don’t want to spend the night alone. But things take a sexual turn after you ask him something.
Word Count: 3,191
Disclaimer: All characters are above 18!
*:･ﾟ✧ 💌 *:･ﾟ✧
“My turn.” You say with a smug grin.
The two of you were sprawled out on your bed in your new apartment on the west side. Carl came over to keep you company since you had just moved in and had convinced yourself that the trees at night looked like burglars. He teased you for this but didn’t mind being of assistance.
It was a little past midnight, the moon and stars twinkled in the dark night, shining a dim light through the cracks of the blinds. Neither one of you could sleep and finally decided to play a card game to help pass by the time.
The two of you had half the deck of cards and you would both pull a card from the top and flip it over quickly, not knowing what card you’ve dealt. Whoever had the higher number got to ask the other person for something. Whether it was a favor, a dare, or just an embarrassing questions. You hadn’t really bothered to set up any strict regulations so everything was on the table.
Carl rolled his eyes yet again for what seemed like the fifth time tonight. He was convinced that you purposely shuffled the cards like this so you could ask all the questions.
“Go ahead. I’m an open book, anyway.” Carl huffed out, his eyes piercing yours.
“Okay..” you say, adjusting your weight in bed. Your eyes scattering across the room as you thought of what to say. But you had been playing for the past hour and were basically out of questions.
Except for one that kept rattling in your mind. But you refused to ask him that. You have no idea how he’d react and how the conversation would shift afterward. You didn’t want to fuck up the good friendship the two of you had going on.
“What is it, y/n? Spit it out, I can see you wanna ask me something.” Carl retorted, flicking his fingers through his smaller deck of cards.
“No, I can’t ask you that.” You try to chuckle off the embarrassment but your flushed cheeks have it away. “I’m trying to think of something else.”
“Well, clearly you can’t. There’s nothing you can ask me that I won’t answer, so just say what’s on your mind.” He says, his voice low and raspy. Sending shivers down your spine.
You waited a moment for your body to calm its nerves before finally mustering up the courage to ask, “Have you ever..?”
Carl, of course, being the idiot he is, genuinely does not know what you’re referring to as you move your hands in every which way, as if they were going to speak for your lack of words.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asks, his brows furrowing. He watched in pure confusion as you truly struggled to find the right words for him.
Finally you sighed and blatantly asked him, “Are you a virgin?”
He paused for a bit, probably just taken aback by your sudden curiosity. But when he didn’t speak it felt like your heart was skipping a beat, just waiting anxiously for his answer.
“I’m not, no.” Carl replied. His gaze ran along your curves for a split second and went back up to your eyes. “What about you?”
Knowing that’s not how the game works you decided to give him an answer anyway, his voice was nearly intoxicating. You just wanted to do anything he said with a voice like that.
“I am.” You say, but then furrowing your brows, and taking back your reply, “Well, sort of.”
“Sort of?” Carl asked, shifting his weight in the bed. Sitting up straight and talk to get a better view of you. “Either you had sex or not.” He chuckled.
“I guess, technically, I am. But I’ve had a boyfriend in the past and I was never comfortable going all out with him but we had done other stuff.” You explain.
He gives you a nod, processing what you said. He really tried to hold his tongue but his curiosity got the better of him.
“What other stuff have you done?” He asks, grabbing your deck of cards from your hands and combining it with his. Completely forgetting the silly card game that started all of this.
He watched as you struggled with your words and fiddled around with your fingers anxiously.
Shit. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable. You probably thought he was being an asshole right about now. He immediately switched off all the lewd thoughts of you in his head. The thought of you squirming under his touch at all the unfamiliar feelings of immense pleasure that he desired to give you.
“Y/n, you don’t have to answer that. Just ignore I said any-“ he began to mutter out until his lips were met with yours.
For a half virgin you sure were bold. The plushness of your plump lips contrasted against his slightly chapped ones. The kiss started out gentle and sweet and quickly switched to something more hungry and lustful.
A strong arm snaked behind you, gripping the small of your back and gently guiding you to lay down against the soft mattress. Your dainty hands cupped both of his cheeks, drawing him closer into the heated kiss.
He was now on top of you, his body heat making your heartbeat increase and the subtle scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. All of him was purely alluring and you craved so much more. Even if he was your best friend. You couldn’t think of anybody else that you’d want your first time with other than him.
His hands wrapped around your waist, giving the most gentle squeeze as his knee probed against your core. Shamelessly grinding against you, desperate to get just the smallest amount of friction.
But you were a virgin. He didn’t want to rush this.
He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.
“Are you okay with all this?” He huffs out.
“Yes.” You mumbled, poking out your bottom lip. “I want to do this with you.”
It took every fiber in his being not to pounce on you and have his way with you right there and then when those words fell from your mouth. But he knew better than that, he was willing to control his urges to satisfy your needs.
“Okay. Tell me if you want to stop and I will.” He replies, his voice soft and low, sending vibrations all throughout your needy body. Having him on top of you like this was felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You could only imagine how you’d be when his dick pressed its way inside you, filling up your walls.
You sighed at the mere thought. Your lustful gaze never left his hands as his fingers danced around the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you, his eyes taunting you with want.
You nodded, giving him nonverbal permission to remove your top. He slowly pushed it up and pull it over your head.
“This too?” He purrs, his warm breath brushing gently against your soft skin. His fingers hooking around the waistband of your pants, eager to get these off and on the floor too.
“Yeah.” You mumbled. Watching his lips curl up into a smug grin as he pulled your pants down below your waist and tossing them onto the floor.
You were left in nothing but your bra and panties now. You shuddered underneath all his soft touches and gentle kisses he pampered your body with.
Strong hands snaked behind you, struggling at first to unhook your bra. Finally when he was successful he quickly discarded it, just itching to get to your tits.
Needy whines escaped past your lips, watching him squeeze your breasts together and fondle them gentle in his large hands. The softness of your mounds contrasted against his rough hands.
Your hands flatten against his shoulders, clenching onto the soft fabric of his shirt as he took your nipple into his mouth, sinking down as if trying to fit the whole thing in his mouth.
“Oh!” You whimpered as you uncontrollably squirmed under his tongue. Of course, you’ve experienced this before but it was so long ago. You forgot how amazing this felt.
“Carl..” You whine, desperately grinding your core against him. You entire body rocking back and forth from the mattress and up towards his body.
He bummed against your skin, never breaking contact with your tits. His warm, moist tongue swirled effortlessly around the sensitive bud as his other hand gave the other a gentle squeeze.
After a few more moments, Carl unlatches from you and rewards your body with warm sloppy kisses that trickled from your breasts down to your belly. Each kiss felt as if butterflies were swarming all around you and you were floating, just overcome with pleasure.
He groaned against the plush of your skin before muffling out, “So fucking perfect, y/n. I gotta be the luckiest man right now, hm.”
His hands wrapped gently around the outside of your thighs, caressing them slowly as he sat up straight supporting himself on his knees.
His flushed cheeks and hooded gaze fell onto you. Mentally taking thousands of pictures of you so that he could remember this lewd sight of you forever.
He crossed his arms and pulled at the hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. Your heart fluttered in your chest watching your best friend strip right in front you.
He prodded at his joggers, eager to get those off. He left his briefs on but you could see his very obvious hard on pressing it’s way through the thin fabric. Tingles traveled through your core and throughout your stomach, just pure butterflies of excitement to get this experience from no other than Carl Gallagher.
Warm hands flattened against your knees, slowly spreading your legs for him. Two fingers slithered down and met your clothed pussy. Your cute little whines were music to his ears as he watched you grind against his hand.
“So needy, hm?” Carl whispered. “Are you ready for to make your pussy feel good? I’ma have you whimpering and crying all night.”
You shuddered over his lewd choice of words. Your hands slide down and yanked at the waist and of your panties, desperate to get them off.
“Already a step ahead, huh?” He smirked, giving you a helping hand. “So eager for my tongue, I see.”
He beamed with pure amusement as he slid your panties down past the plush of your thighs and tossing them aside. You were completely nude for me, his body ached desperately for you but he pushed aside his pleasure and catered to yours. He was determined to make tonight all about you.
His warm hands flattened against your thighs, pushing your legs farther apart more firmly this time. As if to keep them there and don’t even dare to move.
He lowered himself to where his mouth aligned up with your cunt. It practically begged to be touched, your juices slipping out of your needy little slit, ready to drench the sheets.
One hand remained on your thigh but the other rested at lower stomach, his thumb pressing up against your puffy clit. A series of choked out moans spewed out from you as he began to rub tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Such a pretty pussy. Can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” He grunted, inhaling the alluring scent you put out for him. “Is that what you want? For me to fill you up to the brim, watching it pour out of you when I’m all finished?”
His words were ringing in your head, they were all so much to process. Your hands flew up to your face, hiding your flustered face before giving him a quick nod of embarrassment.
“No need to get shy now, y/n.” He cooed. “We’re only getting started.”
Without hesitation he moved away his thumb from your aching clit and flattened his tongue against your pussy. The moist muscle licking a stripe from your dripping slit up to your throbbing clit.
“Carl! Holy shit.” You cried out, your body curling up towards his. Your fingers ran through his soft locks as he swirled his tongue against your core. Shamelessly licking and sucking you, simply devouring your needy cunt.
Your hands harshly squeezed around both side of his head, desperately pushing his tongue deeper into your heat. He groaned against your soft skin, sending vibrations all through out. He didn’t mind your sudden roughness, in fact it only turned him on even more than he already was. His neglected cock twitched in his briefs from all the moans and whines you let fall from your lips.
He loved the way he was able to make your body move in ways they haven’t before. He loved that he was the first one to ever make you feel this way. To have you overcome with nothing but pure pleasure.
You legs trembled around him, trying desperately to keep them apart for him but you couldn’t help but clamp them around his head as you felt a familiar pool of warmth build up in the pit of your belly.
“Keep going, please.” You mewl, the grip on his hair getting tighter as he continued the same rhythm against your clit. “So close!”
Shortly after your warning, Carl grunted against as your core feeling your juices flood his mouth. A strangled cry came out of you as you rode out your very deserved orgasm.
He swallowed each and every bit of you juices before lifted up and wiping it from his lips and chin. Giving you that notorious grin of his.
“Bet you never had it like that, huh?” He says, his voice low and raspy.
You sigh out in relief, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath. You shake your head no, “Never. Not like that at least.”
Your pussy fluttered watching him hook his fingers around the waistband of his briefs. Swiftly pull them down and watching his flushed cock spring out, eager to slip inside the tight hole of yours. Ready to bring you orgasm yet again.
He grabbed onto yours thighs and pushed them back, putting your messy pussy on display for him. He beamed with amusement seeing how fucking drenched you were for him. He couldn’t wait to explore your wetness.
He slapped his heavy cock against your clit, your pussy squelched with each movement he made. Rubbing his member along your slick folds, teasing the both of you.
“Are you still positive you’re ready for this?” He huffed out, “We don’t have to keep going if-“
“I’m ready, Carl. I really need you inside me, please.” You cut him off, begging him with needy eyes and pouty lips.
Who was he to deny that? He gave you nod and pressed his dick lowering, searching for your entrance.
He grunted, his nostrils flaring as you let out a shaky exhale as he sank down into your warm cunt. You cried out for him, feeling his member gently press its inside of you.
Your nails dug into his arms, feeling each inch of him slowly make its way inside. Each movement was careful and his eyes never left your face, examining each and every change in your expression. Even if it was slight. He would immediately stop if he suspected that you were in pain.
But you took him so well. You didn’t put up a fuss as he pushed himself all the way inside.
“Fuck, y/n.” Carl sighed, his eyes rolling back into his head. He had no idea how he was going to last from the way your soft, moist walls clenched around his member. You whined feeling him twitch inside you. “You’re squeezing around me so tight.”
He stayed in that position, waiting for you approve his movement as he allowed you to adjust to his size.
He lowered himself, peppering soft kisses along your jaw and the nape of your neck. Brushing his lips against all your sweet spots he found earlier.
“You can move now.” You say, your voice soft and shaky.
He hesitated, pressing his forehead against yours. His lustful gaze never leaving your eyes as he watched every expression change in your sweet face while he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting his dick inside your hot cunt.
He slowly increased the pace of his thrusts when he knew you could take it, but keeping each movement steady for him to be able to get you to finish first.
Being so sensitive from cumming earlier you were practically meeting underneath his touches. His sweet praises he whispered rang in your ears and the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust made your legs shudder and your hips buck up towards him.
“How does it feel? Getting your pussy stretched out for the first time, hm?” Carl hummed through shaky breaths.
Your pussy fluttered, your walls clamping down around his member; earning a low grunt from him.
“So good, Carl.” You choked out, through a series of strangled and muffled moans. “Fill me up, please. I’m gonna cum again.”
He pressed a warm kiss against your forehead, as if saying your very wish was his command.
Your tits bounced as he sped up his thrusts that grew sloppier by the second. He was close too, you could tell by how his cock throbbed inside you.
His groans and your cries filled each other’s ears as the sound of your bodies clapping against each other filled the room.
A devious grin spread across Carl’s face as a hand slithered down your body and his thumb circled around your clit again. You let out a strangled cry, feeling him press up against your aching clit. It was all too much.
“I know, I know. Cum for me, y/n.” He purred. “Squirt all over this dick. Show me how good I can make you feel.”
Shortly after his words of encouragement, your walls tightened around him. You cried out his name, completely unraveling underneath him. Your arousal coated the base of his cock and fingers.
“My turn.” He huffed out. His strong hands flattened against your thighs, pushing them back. You were so overstimulated but you didn’t even care, you cunt hugged around him as he continued to ram his member inside you.
Leaving you a ruined mess as you squirmed against the mattress, “Cum inside, please.” You choked out.
As if waiting on your command, his cock gushed out his hot load of cum. You whined loudly feeling the warmth of his load filling up your walls and slowly pouring out of you.
He fucked his cum back into you with a few sloppy thrusts before finally dragging out his fat cock from your ruined cunt.
“How was I for your first?” He huffed out, with a smirk.
“Perfect.” You say through a shaky sigh.
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ian is so the type to never waste an opportunity to be annoying about their hight difference like Mickey's shoulder is basically his arm rest
this is so so so canon idc im convinced ian ENJOYS that height difference, maybe he makes a joke about it sometimes but he normally just quietly thinks it's cute
oh, and mickey adores it too like really really adores it. the fact that he can literally hide when ian hugs him makes him feel safe
Totally true, it is beautiful that the most representative of their relationship is that kind of love that strengthens and grows, not only making them one, but also making them grow individually.Going through a lot just to find each other and know that they are them and they are beautiful more than that first meeting and those first dreams they had of being together. Gallavich is definitely love, accepting love and knowing that we deserve love.
TW: Mentions of grooming
Everyone always talks about how Ian contributed to Mickey's character development but never vice versa. Like I truly believe had it not been for Mickey Ian may have accepted grooming or predatory relationships well into his twenties or beyond. Think about the show from Ian's perspective. We learn pretty early on he's the black sheep of the family. Comparisons being made to Monica the most hated member of the family and is closeted. Ian originally tends to hang out with or get with other older closeted men who've probably reinforced his their own internalized homophobia onto him. The Gallaghers are also social outcasts of the neighborhood so finding someone who could put up with his family antics and his own low self esteem. Ian was clinging to people who would show him love or appreciation even if it wasn't quality and he didn't really think he could have more. Then comes Mickey someone who is more destitute than him and of a lower social strata and the brother of his best friend. There are experiences of his life Mickey will understand and won't judge him for. Also Mickey adores Ian. He sees him as basically one of if not the best person ever. Mickey cares deeply about Ian and it's obvious. Even when he's trying to hide it. Maybe that's why in the earlier seasons he feels so quick to sort of mess with Mickey's feelings to see if he loves him it's confirmation that Mickey does love him and he needs that. Notice how after spending time with Mickey he isn't as likely to go to the people who are likely to hurt him. Mickey even keeps him from getting harmed making him feel like he deserves more than that. One of the reasons I believe Ian broke up with Mickey towards the end of season 5 is because he actually feels like he's not good enough for Mickey. Like he'll corrupt him or taint him. Which makes sense why he feels this way. One because when he was in a depressive state while making that decision. And two he was because he's constantly compared to Monica accused of corrupting Frank. Once he breaks up with Mickey he tries to join or listen in on the LGBTQ+ club at Lip's college and see if he'll fit in there. He's trying to find people who make him feel valuable and like he deserves more the way Mickey did. Even up to Season 10 he's still doubting whether or not it will work with Mickey but not because of who Mickey is but because of who he is and what's wrong with him. Which is also why I think Ian pressure Mickey to move to the West Side with him. I think in Ian's brain or own strange logic because Mickey gave him the courage to think he deserved more he thinks but getting him and Mickey into a nice apartment or better upgraded living situation that's his way of letting Mickey know he can and will and deserves to have better. Again a foolish decision to change the area where you and your partner live without asking them but I truly believe. It was because he thought it was his way of letting Mickey know he deserved better.
A screenshot of a Kiribaku doujin appeared on Facebook saying "Every ship deserves a plot like this." So I hope someone is encouraged by Drarry.
I decided to do it Gallavich ❤️
I will still continue to reference this pair, because they really make me think of Darry and more So, well I had to draw them
fuck.
i just finished packing 11 years worth of tv into 1 month, and fucking sobbed. franks dead, kev and v are moving, ian and mick are fucking married living on the west side, and lip is having another kid. the flashbacks really got me, seeing little baby fiona and debbie and liam. i’m so proud of carl and ian, they grew so much. my face is soaked from crying so much. shameless is 100% one of my all time favorite shows, ever
not Frank just casually cutting off debbie’s TOES, wtf-
holy shit. i can’t believe i’m actually freezing bad for frank rn. never thought that would happen.
god, i can’t imagine the pain of waking up next to your dead wife.
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.
My Best Friends Brother(Carl Gallagher x Latina!reader)

Rated: Mature(language and implied sex)
Summary: after leaving the south side you come back to visit your best friend’s lip and Ian. A lot of things changed around the Gallagher household especially the people living in it.
I watched some clips on tiktok of Carl and forgot how cute he looked in his policeman outfit. So this takes place in like the last season so Fiona is gone but she’s mentioned in it. The read is Latina cuz I am and I want more Latina reader fics out there.
“How long has it been since you left?”
“Shit, like eight? Yea I think it’s eight cause we were still in high school when my family moved.”
You inhaled on the watermelon flavored vape you had as you walked next to lip. You found him walking with a stroller. Surprised the hell out of you when you learned he had a kid and was married as well. You were happy for him and continued your walk with him on his way back to the Gallagher house. He told you about the things you’ve missed. Fiona being the biggest one. You didn’t think she would actually leave everyone behind without a word but you were really happy for her. You didn’t say it, cause you didn’t want to hurt lip’s feelings but she deserved to get out of here.
“No way Mickey and Ian are together! Would have thought they would have fucked a couple times and moved on” you laughed as you handed your vape to lip.
“We thought the same thing. Ian kind of thought that too but they’ve been strong throughout their relationship.”
“That’s cool and them other ones? Debbie and Franny still good?”
“Yea Deb’s had some shit going on with her but she’s fine now. Liam is our smart guy. Little man getting straight A’s”
“I’m not surprised. You and Ian were pretty good in school. I guess it skips a generation” you laugh as lip handed your vape back.
“Yea Carl’s a cop believe it or not”
“No fucking way?!?! Carl, Carl? The little boy who beat and tortured people just for the fun of it? The one we all thought was gonna be on the most wanted??? That Carl?” Lip nodded his head as the both of you stopped in front of the gate that was in front of the Gallagher’s house.
“I swear it,” lip held his hand up, “he should be dropping by soon if you want to see him?” You laughed as you said yes and went into the house with him.
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“Man it still looks the same” you took your jacket off as you hung it on one of the empty hooks by the door. Walking further in you could hear voices in the kitchen and made your way in. Lip put his son in the playpen and walked towards the kitchen. Standing at the counter with his back to the doorway was Ian. Mickey looked around him and nodded towards you.
“Holy shit, here I thought you got deported” Mickey said as he took a sip of his coffee. Ian turned to see who he was talking to and broke out into a smile.
“And I don’t know how many times I have to tell your racist ass that I was born here-“ Ian grabbed you into a hug in the middle of your rant to Mickey.
“It’s so good to see you y/n” he kissed the top of your head as you squeezed him to you. You pulled back from the hug but still in his arms as you got a good look at his face.
“Still the pretty red head” you patted his cheek as you hugged him again. The both of you laughed as you felt Ian being pulled back a bit.
“Ok enough of that” Mickey said as he pushed Ian back from the shoulder and looked at you.
“Don’t get jealous Mickey. Ian is all yours he doesn’t like pussy remember?” You laughed as he mocked the laugh and pulled you into a hug. He patted your back a couple of times and then pushed you off of him and walked back to his seat.
“So it’s just you two here?”
“Yea Liam is at one of his friend’s house and Deb’s at the park with Franny.” You nodded your head.
“Lip said Carl’s a cop?”
“Yea he’s changed a lot” Ian offered you a cup but you declined it. Lip made a ‘I told you so’ face as he walked in front of you to get his own cup.
“He grew into that big ass head of his?” You questioned as you laughed at the memory of the little boy.
“Who has a big head?” Came Carl’s voice as he stood next to you. You looked up at him, “holy shit, y/n?” Carl looked you over. You got a good look at him. He’s a couple inches taller than you and definitely grew up. Carl is handsome and you definitely weren’t prepared for that. You blinked a couple of times and smiled at him.
“Hey bid head. It’s good to see you” he rolled his eyes and pulled you into a hug. You placed your face next to his. He smelled nice and god could you feel how strong his body felt under his clothes. You pulled back from the hug or at least tried but Carl was holding on to you. You could feel Carl’s hand rub your back and start to move a little lower.
“Ok that’s enough” lip said as he went and broke the two of you apart. You turned away from Carl to calm yourself while Lip smirked at his little brother and patted his shoulder. Ian held up his left arm for you to walk into him. He held you by the shoulder as lip and Carl whispered to each other.
“Man, you Gallagher’s really don’t be lacking in the looks department, huh?” You said to Ian and he looked down at you as you eyed Carl. His younger brother doing the same from over Lip’s shoulder. You huffed a breath through your nose and turned to look at Mickey and Ian.
“What?”
“Nothing just-“
“Watching you be a prev for his brother.” Mickey finished. You scoffed at his remark and folded your arms over your chest.
“Fuck you, I’m just saying that the family has good genes. Where did I say that Carl is hot?” You whispered yelled at Mickey as you got close to him.
“You didn’t have to say anything. We can see you eye fucking him” Mickey whispered back as he laughed at you. Ian pulled you back as you were about to say something but stopped it.
“Stop it”
“Ian he started it”
“And I’m stopping it” you sucked your teeth and settled back into his side. Lip and Carl finished their conversation with lip patting his back with a big smile and walked over to the three of you.
“You staying the night, y/n?” Lip asked as he went to sit at the table with his cup.
“I could, I’m on vacation so I don’t have any where to be. If you guys don’t mind me being here”
“Mick and me don’t live here so you can take the room we slept.”
“Is it clean?”
“It’s clean don’t worry” Ian laughed as he rubbed your arm and let you go. He walked over to the table with lip and sat down.
“Sleepover at the Gallagher’s. Brings back memories the only difference is I don’t have to awkwardly pretend I don’t hear Ian jerking off in his bed.” You laughed as he threw you a look over his mug. Mickey laughed as he looked at Ian too.
Carl cake up to your side a little closer than you thought he would. You turned to look at him and smiled.
“You gonna be sleeping with me tonight, Carl?” You said to him as you leaned on the counter with your head on your hand.
“I can think of some other things we can do besides sleep” he said as he looked at you with darkened eyes. You looked at his blue eyes and then to his full lips. You wetted your bottom lip and looked back his eyes and smiled.
“I’m gonna go make a phone call. If I’m gonna be sleeping here I need some of my things” you said as you broke your eye contact with him and talked to the other three people in the room. You smiled at them as you took your phone out and started to make your phone call.
Carl watched you walk out of the room and then out the house as he bit his lip and stood there for a minute. Mickey raised his brows at the younger man and then looked at the other two brothers. Lip shook his head as he got up and walked into the living room to be with his son.
“Carl the more you look the harder it is to make your eyes go back into your head.” Ian said as he got up from the table and put his mug in the sink. Carl rolled his eyes as he looked at the front door one more time before he began to talk.
“Y/n is…” he couldn’t finish his sentence as he went back to look at the front again. Ian shook his head as he walked into the living room. Mickey looked at Carl and finally had enough.
“Listen if you’re trying to fuck y/n make your move tonight. Me and your brother are gonna be out for a couple hours at like 8 and lip said he has to go back to his house to finish doing whatever” Mickey finished his coffee and got up. He stood in front of Carl and leaned back to look into the living room.
“Debbie isn’t gonna say anything cause she don’t care and Liam is having his own sleepover. So y/n is gonna be in that room by herself. Make your move” he said as he put his mug in the sink.
“Thanks Mickey” Carl said as he looked at the older man with a look of admiration. Mickey patted his shoulder and walked into the living room.
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True to what Mickey said, him and Ian left the house at 8. Lip stuck around for another hour to finish catching up with you and left when he saw you get sleepy. Debbie hadn’t shown up yet but he wasn’t worried about that at the moment.
Right now he was debating if he should do it while you were in the shower or wait until you got dressed in the room. He chose the latter and waited at the top of the steps. Once he heard the water turn off and the door open he stood up. He watched as you walked to the room at the end.
The door was left a cracked as he quickly tiptoed to the room. He listened to see if you were gonna do anything but the door swung open and you grabbed him but the front of his shirt. Closing the door with a bang and locking it, you looked at him from the door. Your towel still wrapped around your body as you looked at him with sultry eyes.
Carl gulped as he stumbled back and fell on the bed. You walked towards him in a predatory manner. Your head held high and shoulders back as you swayed your hips. You stood right in front of him and slowly unwrapped the towel. You pushed him back until he was on his forearms and settled yourself on his lap. Still holding the towel loosely to you.
“Fuck” he breathlessly said as he watched your hand drop the towel. It landed on your spread legs and he followed it. His eyes slowly followed the curves of your torso. They landed on your breast and he reached out a hand to touch them. He rubbed his thumb over your right nipple. You moaned as you bit your lip.
“You’re so beautiful y/n” he groaned as he leaned forward and sucked your left nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck Carl” you moaned as you grabbed a fist of hair and pulled him away from you. He licked his lips and looked up at you. You leaned down and captured his lips with yours. The both of you moaned into the kiss as you grind down on the growing hard on in his shorts.
“I need you papi” you moaned as he bit your neck and flipped you on to your back on the bed. Carl looked down at you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled over the undershirt and threw it behind him. He breathed hard as he watched your breast move with the breath you took. His eyes met yours again and went back for another round of kisses from you.
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The next morning Debbie was making breakfast for her and Franny. Lip walked into the house with Freddie in his stroller. He announced himself to his sister as he placed his son in the playpen and walked into the kitchen.
“Hey Deb’s y/n still asleep?” He asked as he walked towards the bathroom but first gave Franny a kiss on the head. Debbie made a face as she looked at lip.
“Y/n? I haven’t seen her since you guys were in school. Is she back?” She placed a plate of pancakes in front of Franny as she went to make coffee.
“Yea, I bumped into her on my walk with Freddie and we offered her to sleepover. She should be sleeping in our old room.” He said as he finished washing his hands.
“Oh then I’ll wait until she comes down. It’s been a while since she’s been here” Debbie said as she had a happy look on her face. The two continued their conversation until they heard a scream from upstairs. Lip looked to Debbie and then to the staircase.
Lip was the first one to get out of his chair as he ran up the stairs. He was intercepted by Ian who was the first one at the door. Pulling it open they both rushed in.
In the middle of the room was frank on his back on the floor with Carl on top of him holding him down. You were on the bed with the covers held to your chest as you watched Carl.
“What the hell happened?” Lip shouted as he pulled carl off of frank. Carl stood back up in just his boxers as he looked at frank and began to tell his brothers and now, Debbie and Mickey, what happened.
“Y/n woke up and frank was standing over her, watching her!” He said as he went back to get frank but lip held him back.
“Hey, hey, hey it’s not my fault this Latin beauty is in my bed naked! Who can resist when someone like that is there! By the way son got yourself a good one” frank winked at Carl but Carl wasn’t appreciative of the compliment. Frank held his hands up as he got up from the floor and dusted himself off. Carl made his way to the bed and wrapped more of the blankets around you.
“Holy shit y/n and Carl fucked!?!?” Debbie said as she made her way into the room and looked at the two of you on the bed. You huffed and rubbed your face as you looked at all of them.
“It’s too early for this.”