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Elliott Tittensor : Shameless (UK)
Cocky Little Bitch
Carl Gallagher x Reader
Requested by: @gayqueerthatsit
Warnings: smut (18+), swearing, semi-public sex, etc.
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“Shit.” Carl grabbed your hips, pushing himself deeper into you. “So good for me baby, so good.” He mumbled into your neck, biting and sucking, listening to you moan, and writhe beneath him. Your thighs wrapped around him, as he thrust harder than before, hitting a spot inside of you, that you didn’t know you had. “Not cocky now, are you princess?” He rocked back and forth, sweat gathering on his brows, lacing your bodies. Your legs began to tremble, profanities spilling out of your lips, back arching. “Fuck, cum for me baby.” He told you. “Cum for me.” The noises coming out of your mouth made his eyes roll back, pushing in and out of you slower, an infamous pit growing in his stomach, in a way that his own hands couldn’t muster. The pleasure was overwhelming, veins throbbing as-
“CARL GET YOUR ASS UP! BREAKFAST!” Fiona called up the stairs. Carl suddenly shot up out of bed, drenched in sweat and a hard-on between his legs. He groaned, wiping a hand across his face, realising it was only a dream. He slammed his head onto the pillow, angrily. “CARL!” He heard again. “YEAH, FIONA GIMME A MINUTE!” He replied, not even attempting to hide the frustration in his voice. He was flustered and he couldn’t stand it. “WE GOTTA GO SOON!” He didn’t bother with a snarky reply, too overwhelmed with his own frustrations to give a shit.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, weighing out his options. His head had already made that decision, hands practically tearing off his boxers, quickly working on his issue. His hand moved up and down, angering himself with the way his movements could not compare to yours, despite being a complete and utter fantasy. Spilling allover his hands, he could all but imagine your lips wrapped around him, his cock buried deep inside of you while you pleaded for mercy through that egotistical little mouth of yours.
He rushed to show and dress himself, obviously repeating his ritual under the running water, couldn’t help but imagine fucking you under it. Today was going to be the day. He iterated to himself, over and over again. Today was going to be the day that he silenced that cocky little mouth and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. (Consenting, of course). Whether he had to drag you into the janitors closet, or tear your clothes off in the middle of first period. Today was going to be the day.
Carl practically shovelled his food into his mouth, ignoring the grimace he received from Fiona, who was just tying to clean. “Bye, Fiona.” He grabbed his bag, which consisted of: pens, his unfinished homework, and almost a million condoms. “Woah, woah we ain’t leaving for another...” Fiona looked down at her wrist, as of looking for a non-existent watch, then back to Carl. “Where you going?” She wasn’t stupid, sometimes he wished that she was. “He’s got a dick appointment with the class president.” Debbie said nonchalantly, biting into her toast an porting an orange juice for herself. Fiona cocked an eyebrow, tearing his bag away from it - pouring the contents onto the floor. “(Y/n) (L/n) is gonna fuck you?” She asked, not believing a word either of her two younger siblings were saying. “Well, I’m gonna try to-” He replied, hurrying to re-pack his bag. “Get outta here.” Those were the only words he needed to speed out of the house, towards his school.
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He was frustrated. How dare you jog around the gym, those stupid fucking shorts hugging your ass, and that top had to be at least two sizes too small. You looked more fuckable than ever, and Carl wasn’t doing anything about it. Coincidentally, your guys’ gym teacher had left seat, leaving you to lead your class with the lesson. You blew your whistle, but Carl would have preferred it to be his own. “GALLAGHER GET YOUR KNEES UP, WE AREN’T RUNNING A MARATHON!” You shouted at him, sparking a laugh from your peers. But it only angered Carl more, on how he would love to shut your mouth, so you would stop running it.
You carried on yelling at them until Carl just snapped. “Do this.” “Do that.” Like you were queen of the fucking world. He balled his fists tightly. “Gallagher.” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Help me with the basketballs.” You told him, as there were four bags and were unable to carry them all yourself in one trip. “What’s the magic word?” He smirked wildly, and toy shot him an annoyed look. “Now.” Shit, how he was going to shut you up.
You opened the doors to the equipment room, switching the lights on, heading towards the basketballs when you heard the door shut behind Carl. You suddenly felt arms against your shoulders, roughly yet still gently being pushed and pinned to the wall behind you. “You’re a cocky little bitch, aren’t you?” After catching your breath, you could hardly talk, only stutters and splutters spiking from your dumbfounded lips. “Cat got your tongue?” He taunted, teasing you by pushing his body into yours. You whimpered slightly, a warmth growing in your stomach. Carl leaned forward, lips brushing against your own before he pulled back. “Can I?” He asked, you nodded. “Words, baby.” You whined are his comment. “Please,” “Not so boss now, are you?” He said, kissing you roughly before you had the chance to reply.
Before you knew it, you were both stripped of your clothes, dying for the release of each other. He pulled a condom from the pocket of the disgraced shorts on the floor, slipping it on. Your entrance was throbbing screaming at him for a source of pleasure. “You sure?” “For fucks sake, yes!” He instantly pushed himself inside of you, the pain not being an issue as your walls were coated in your own wetness. “Shit.” Carl grabbed your hips, pushing himself deeper into you. “So good for me baby, so good.” He mumbled into your neck, biting and sucking, listening to you moan, and writhe beneath him. Your thighs wrapped around him, as he thrust harder than before, hitting a spot inside of you, that you didn’t know you had. “Not cocky now, are you princess?” He rocked back and forth, sweat gathering on his brows, lacing your bodies. Your legs began to tremble, profanities spilling out of your lips, back arching. “Fuck, cum for me baby.” He told you. “Cum for me.” The noises coming out of your mouth made his eyes roll back, pushing in and out of you slower, an infamous pit growing in his stomach, in a way that his own hands couldn’t muster. The pleasure was overwhelming, veins throbbing as he cummed.
“You’re mine now.” He informed you, listening to you giggle against him, before your eyes widened. “Shit, the basketballs!”
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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏
series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.
series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.
pairing : fiona gallagher x fem!reader
warnings : mentions of prostitution and sex trafficking, mentions of sex, mentions of hickeys, bruises and cum, physical violence and abuse, mentions of blood
11:12 pm (fionas perspective)
“hey gorgeous!” dave called over from the bar while proceeding to look me up and down as if i were a meal he was ready to indulge in.
i took a deep breath and approached him as well as the other two beefy men who were leaning on the counter top in front of me.
“good evening gentlemen, how can i help you out tonight?” i asked sweetly while smiling up at them.
“well well well… look who it is. here i was thinking that we wouldn’t get the pleasure of your company tonight but here you are.” one of dave’s friends stated while glaring at me through a pair of shiny aviator sunglasses.
“here i am!” i exclaimed back, trying to keep things friendly.
i had only been working at the club for a week but dave and his two other friends had come in every night since and made a point to speak to me regularly. not that i was complaining or anything, they left great tips.
“how’s it going with your boyfriend gallagher? what was his name again? johnny?” dave asked playfully.
“jimmy.” i corrected “and we actually broke up a few weeks ago.”
“sorry to hear that” dave’s other friend said cockily while looking down at me with a hungry grin smeared across his face.
“you know fionna, if you’re looking for someone to rebound with i think i might have someone in mind.” dave stated, clearly wanting to get to the point.
“well dave i’m flattered but i don’t think i’m ready for a one night stand with a regular from the trashy nightclub i work at.” i responded playfully.
“who said anything about having a one night stand with a regular from the club?” dave countered.
“i have a girl who i think you’d be very interested in. she’d only be 200 for the night but i’d be willing to make a more permanent deal for a grand or so.”
“a girl? i don’t think so gentlemen. i’ve been feeling kinda vanilla lately anyways.” i said firmly trying to bring an end to the conversation.
“seriously? fionna gallagher? vanilla? no way.” dave mocked “listen, if you cant do a grand i’d be willing to go as low as 800. i need to get her off my hands soon and if i cant find anyone to take her by the end of the week she’s gonna end up living in an abandoned warehouse with the other 200 illegal hand whores i got.”
was he really trying to convince me to buy some illegal russian prostitute off of him? i thought to myself, trying to comprehend what the fuck we were talking about.
“you don’t have to agree to anything right now, but just meet her.” dave coaxed, trying to get me to give in even a little bit.
“dave…” i started.
“you know what! i’ll go down to 700! he interrupted. “look, i really need to get some of these whores off of my hands fionna, and you’d be saving some poor girl from ending up below the poverty line giving 10 dollar hand jobs for a living.
“i live below the poverty line!” i snapped back at him. “and even though the thought of some used up russian slut sounds appealing i’m going to have to pass.” i said as i smiled up at dave, clearly satisfied with my response.
“fine, but if you change your mind you know where to find me” he said with an exasperated look on his face.
“great!” i smiled up at him before walking away contently.
. . .
3:04 am
as i stepped out of the back door i felt the cold, harsh wind whip into my face, causing my hair to thrash around me. i quickly locked the entrance to the club and tucked the keys into my pocket before walking at a quick pace towards the L train which was conveniently located only a couple minutes away from the club.
“put me down!” a female with a slight russian accent screamed from about 50 feet away.
as I looked to my left I saw dave and his two buddies trying to load a small brunette into the back of their grey van. they were clearly struggling but seamed to be somewhat in control of the situation.
“hey!” i shouted desperately attempting to grab their attention.
dave looked over his shoulder at me and started walking over to me.
“fionna, what can I do for you? he exclaimed cheerfully “change your mind about the russian whore? i got her right here if you’re interested. however she’s gonna be in slightly damaged condition now.” he said sinisterly while smirking. behind him his two friends continued to struggle with the girl who was covered in bruises, hickeys, and dried cum. her tight strapless black mini dress clung to her petite figure and brought attention to her large breasts and ass.
“what the hell are you doing?” i screamed in disgust as the two men grabbed her by the arms and legs before forcefully shoving her into the back of their dirty honda.
“well fionna i warned you, if i didnt find y/n a new home before the end of the night she was gonna have to deal with some pretty serious consequences.” dave said calmly while examining the distraught look on my face.
“how much?” i asked angrily
“excuse me?” he asked
“you heard me!” i said loudly. “how much do you want for her?”
“well i was offering her up for 700 earlier but now that you’ve past my deadline…” dave trailed off
“how much dave.” i said through gritted teeth.
“twelve hundred.” he stated calmly
i looked over at the petite girl who was now passed out on the floor of the van with a bloody cut on her left cheek and a deep gash on her right arm.
“fine.” i spat and began digging through my wallet to find the cash that was meant to be put towards this months electricity bill.
shoving the cash into daves hand i immediately hurried over to the girl sprawled out across the back of the van and gently pulled her up and out of the honda.
“nice doing business with you sweetheart.” dave said sarcastically before climbing into the front seat and taking off with the two men in the back.
as they drove away i turned my attention back to the girl. i think dave called her y/n but i was unsure.
i turned her onto her back and was immediately amazed by her beauty. her lips were gorgeously plump and a soft shade of pink, her nose was small and naturally contored, she had long dark eye lashes and stunning glossy h/c hair.
although i was unsure of her age i had a feeling she was in her late teens, maybe around 17?
even though i didnt know her i was immediately relieved i had protected her and decided it would be best to bring her back to the gallagher house until she regained consciousness.
“come on y/n. lets go home.” i whispered to her
before picking her up and carrying her to the L.
Yo! Random thought for today. I'm rewatching Shameless season 11. The last season was like watching a once mighty marathon runner collapse and crawl on their knees over the finish line and pass out.
ethan cutkosky
-“shameless hall of shame”
he grew up right before our eyes😭
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rare footage of future me watching shameless finale this sunday