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gingers-deadbody · 25 days

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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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deinocheirus · 2 months

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General explanations for the character perception art

Debbie tends to think highly of other people and want to give them the benefit out the doubt. Is the sort of blame herself when anything goes wrong.

Pierce often doesn’t get and is confused by other people, and often finds herself frustrated by this new circle of people as much as she tries not to and is not usually the sort to voice judgement.

Eva Vireo and Asterion all tend to be a bit judgmental. Eva generally has a good read on people but often bases her thoughts on gut feelings. Vireo gets stuck on first impressions. Asterion is petty and a kiss ass.

Xiandra sees everyone as a crew of attractive badasses in some sort of schlocky fantasy. (except Eva who she struggles to remember). Pegifer sees everyone as filling destined archetypes in some sort of unravelling epic. (Except Asterion who he knows nothing about.)

Thayer grew up around all sorts of weirdness and is unfazed by all of it. He is also colorblind, but is unaware of it and just thinks he’s “bad at colors”

#gorgoneion

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starfirewildheart · 2 months

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Chapter 18

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,353

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death and animal abuse. Nothing graphic I promise but if the fic continues (if y'all like it) I'll add warnings for each chapter.

Chapter 18

Deb yawned and stretched, smiling as the soft blanket slid down over her naked body. She took stock in herself noticing the knee brace had been reattached and her body ached in all the right places but she was alone. “Sy?” She called out.

August heard Debbie's soft voice call out and rushed to check on her. “Hey.” He bit back the smirk that was itching to spread across his face as she blushed and covered her pert breasts with the blanket. “Sy and Geralt went on a couple errands. Do you need anything?”

She bit her lip. “Did he say how long he'd be gone?”

“I figure about an hour, hour and a half.” He noticed her squirming. “I can help you if you need something. “

“I..I need to use the bathroom please.” Her face flamed all the way to the tips of her ears.

“Ah, no problem.” He walked to her side of the bed and started to reach for her and she squeaked.

“No, wait! I need some clothes. In the dresser, on the left side are some sleep pants and on the right are some of Sy's t-shirts.”

August gathered the requested clothes and took them to her. He smirked when she looked at the sleep shorts he handed her. They were very short. “Easier to get over your cast darlin. Want me to help?”

“No! Just wait outside the door please?”

Just before he pulled the door closed he looked back over his shoulder. “No standing on that leg, young lady or you're in trouble.” He chuckled when her jaw dropped.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, August carried her to the kitchen and sat her on the island countertop and handed her a glass of juice and some pills.

“What are these?”

“Anti-inflammatory, muscle relaxer, and antibiotic.” He pointed to each one as he listed them. She tossed them back with a sip of the juice. “Good girl,”

Deb blushed and grinned shyly at the praise. August picked her up again and instead of carrying her with her legs, well good leg around his waist and his arms under her bottom like Sy, he carried her on his hip like a toddler.

He settled them on the sofa with her bad leg across his lap and flipped the t.v on finding a show for them to watch.

“So is there a girl somewhere waiting on you?” She arched her brow at him.

“Personal much?”

“Very, but you dressed me in booty shorts so it's fair,” She smirked.

He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. “I'm sure there is one, somewhere but I'm never in one place long enough to form attachments.“ She was shocked at his honest answer instead of his usual smart-assed avoidance when the conversation turned to him. It was a common theme with all the guys in the unit. They all traveled so much that they didn't have anywhere to call home after leaving the military. “Don't give me that look, princess,” he shook his head at her.

“There's no look,” She held up her hands in a universal surrender pose.

“Attachments are weaknesses and weaknesses get people killed.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“Yes,” his voice was adamant.

“And you think people who have them are weak,” She added.

“Yes.”

She nodded and chewed at her bottom lip. “That's why you didn't like me. You see me as a weakness for Sy. You think I make him vulnerable.” They were all statements, not questions. When he didn't respond she knew she was right. “All of you look up to and respect Geralt like he's the father or big brother you never had. He doesn't see love as a weakness.”

“It's different with Sy. Geralt really does act like a father to him and he wants Sy to be happy.”

“He wants you all to be happy,” She countered. “Why do I make Sy weak?”

He moved her leg and stood. “We aren't having this conversation.”

“I'm being serious. I need to know,” She pressed. “I love him and I don't want him to make a mistake.”

August turned to her, eyebrow arched. “Even if you're the mistake?”

“Yes,” She answered without hesitation. “I want to protect him as much as you do.”

“So you can do something stupid like run away? I get the blame and suddenly you're back together? I'm smarter than that girl.”

“I wouldn't run. Sy made me promise him after our very first disagreement that I wouldn't run until we talked out our problem.”

“Not a person to stick around when things get tough?” He leaned his shoulder against the bookshelf with his arms crossed over his chest looking down at her.

She squirmed under his judgmental glare but decided it was only fair to get asked tough questions if you were going to ask them of someone else. “No, I mean, not the way you think anyway. I've never thought I'm good enough for Austin. Always felt like he deserved so much better than me. He disagreed then and still does. When we first got serious I promised myself that I would tell him everything, every dark, dirty little secret and he would see for himself and leave me but h… he didn't. He told me that I blamed myself for…” She stopped. “The story isn't important but he made me promise to never try to push him away again and not to run because he would chase me to the end of the world if he had to and I believe he would.”

“Sy's on a ranch now. He's out of the game so it's different.” He tried to brush it off. They both looked at the front door when they heard Aika barking.

The door opened and the furry missile darted through the room and leapt onto the couch covering Deb in kisses. Soon enough there were squeals and giggles of laughter. “Mercy! Mercy,” Deb gasped between licks from the wet tongue of Aika.

“Akia, heel,” Sy gruffed in a commanding tone. Akia instantly went to him standing against his leg. “Good girl, yea such a good girl,” he praised giving her love and scratches. He moves over to the sofa and sits down next Deb giving her a kiss of her own. “You feeling ok?”

She nodded, “August helped me in here cause I was tired of being alone in there.”

“You were resting so well I didn't want to wake you but it's payday for the hands,” he explained.

“Did you bring me the books?” She asked, preparing to work on the payroll.

“Amy stopped by earlier and brought all the paychecks. She's been keeping the books since you were in the hospital,” Sy explained. “She jumped in so we could keep the horses fed and cared for and I could focus on you.”

“Oh, that was really nice of her. I'm sorry she had to do that but I'm all better now. I can go back to work.” All three men turned and looked at her like she'd grown a second head. “What? I am. Well I can,” She pouted and crossed her arms.

Sy kissed the top of her head and snuggled her close. “Uh-huh, that's adorable. You're getting better but no, you aren't well yet and if you even think about trying to work you won't be able to sit or stand,” he grinned, squeezing her ass for emphasis. His blood rushed south when she looked up at him with big eyes through her lashes. He cleared his throat trying to distract himself from how bad he wanted to take her right there. “Bet Auggie picked out these little shorts, huh?”

Geralt's bark of laughter echoed from the kitchen and August’s ears turned red as he sat several cans of soda on the coffee table. “I , she told me to get them!”

“Sleep pants!” She corrected. “And Sy's shirt.”

Geralt came back from the kitchen with paper plates, pizza and breadsticks putting them all on the coffee table. “It's OK little one we all know August is an ass man. He's been trying to get a look at you in tight pants since he got here,” he winked at her before grabbing some pizza and sitting down in a chair on the right side of the sofa.

They all laughed and Deb secretly winked at Sy. “I need,” She leaned over Sy's lap stretching to reach the end table lifting her bum up a little bit. She collapsed in a fit of giggles when Sy lifted the t-shirt up showing off her butt.

August growled as he flopped down in a chair at the opposite end of the couch with his food. “Fuckin teases, all of ya “ he huffed but couldn't hide his smirk.

They all ate their pizza while they joked and laughed, even watched a couple of movies before August left to go to Walt’s. Napoleon had a job to do for a few days so August was going to take his shifts with Mike until he returned. They cleaned up their messes and all turned in for the night.

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Will went through the house checking the doors and making sure everything is secure one final time for the night before he is off shift since August was there to take over. As he was walking toward the guest room he noticed Mike's light on and Door ajar. “Everything alright?”

Mike shrugged then grimmaced; fuckin shoulder. “Yea.”

Will stepped into the room and sat on the end of the bed facing Mike. “You know it's OK to say no, right?”

“So people keep saying,” he had to fight not to roll his eyes. He knew they all meant well but they didn't know what he was going through. They didn't understand. “I just need all this to be over so I can figure out what's gonna happen to me.”

Will's brow furrowed. “You're gonna be ok Mike. You've got people who are willing to fight for you, to take care of you.”

“I..,” he shook his head, “I can take care of myself. I just have to get out of here to do it. Do you think they really need me to testify? I mean they have Debbie and as far as my old man goes, his dealing with the gang should be enough to convict him, right?”

“If you don't want to testify, you don't have to. I know that no one has talked to either one of you about any of that yet. I think the hope is that there is enough evidence that it will speak for itself,” Will explained.

“Do you think they would let me visit my dad?” Mike focused on picking some invisible lint off his jeans.

“Walt can..”

“He said he didn't think it was a good idea,” he cut in.

“Did he say why?”

He shrugged again and growled out “fuck” grabbing his shoulder. “He doesn't think it's good for me. I guess he thinks I can't handle it.”

Will thought about his response for a moment. “I've only known Walt since the rescue so I won't say he's out of line. I'm sure he means well but I think you need to talk to Sy and Debbie.”

“No, I don't want to bother them. They have enough to deal with.”

“Kid, you know they just got home today right?”

Mike nodded. “I'm glad she's finally healed enough to go home.”

“They called as soon as they found out she was being released. You know that right?” Mike shook his head. “They told us to get you packed up so we can bring you home to them tomorrow.”

“I..I don't think that's a good idea. I should stay here.”

“Why wouldn't..”

“I'm pretty tired. Think I'm gonna try to sleep now,” he cut him off.

Will sighed and nodded. “Good night.” He headed out to talk to August.

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Sy jumped when Geralt stepped up beside him. “Slipping wolf?” the white haired man chuckled.

“Apparently so,” he finished fixing the coffee pot for the next morning.

“Security company will be here tomorrow at ten to start the security camera install. They've been checked out and approved of course.”

“I can't thank you enough, all of you…”

“Stop. You don't thank family, Syverson.” Sy smiled and nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the counter. Geralt mirrored him, leaning against the island. “You ok pup? Do not lie to me,” he warned.

“It's better since we've been home. It helps when everything is familiar and having Aika.” She hadn't left Sy's side at all. “I'm sorry you've had to deal with my bullshit. I just didn't want to dump it on Deb with everything else.”

“PTSD isn't bullshit,” he scolded. “Besides, they haven't been full episodes, just the oncoming panic. You..”

They both jolted and ran to the master bedroom aa Debbie's screams echo through the house, Akia even running and growling. All three burst into the bedroom. Sy turned the light on and went straight to Debbie while Geralt and Aika searched for foul play. “Hey, hey, shhhhhhh,” Sy soothed as he woke her from what was obviously a nightmare. She flailed her arms, fighting an invisible attacker until her panicked eyes slowly opened and locked onto Sy. “Hey, there's my girl,” he kissed her head and hugged her and could feel her body trembling as she clung to him. He repositioned them so they were laying on their sides facing each other, Deb curled against him. “I've got you baby.”

“T..they were t..t..touching me again.” Her voice was nearly a whisper. “try hurt you again,” he promised. “I know that doesn't change what they've already done but it's over now.”

Gearlt and Aika came back from doing a perimeter check. He walked up to the bed. “Everything's secure. Need anything?” He asked Sy.

“Try something?” He asked and Geralt inclined his head. “Lay down behind her?”

“I don't know if..” Geralt started but Debbie turned over and grabbed his hand before he could retreat. Those sweet blue eyes locked with his and it was like she could see into his soul and he couldn’t deny her anything. Kicking off his boots he climbed in behind her.

She snuggled between the two huge bodies and slowly started to calm down when they were all pounced and she was covered in wet doggie kisses. “Aika!” She chuckled as she scratched her ears. Once Aika was sure her human was OK she laid dowcryn on all their legs. Deb's shaking eased up and she turned so that she could see them both as her eyes got heavy . “Safe,” She said, yawning as her eyes slid closed.

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astaraels · 3 months

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You don’t get how bad I need your fem!gallavich headcanons 😭😭 (that being said pls - with no pressure - share some 🙏🙏🙏)

OKAY DON'T WORRY I'VE GOT A LOT OF THEM TO SHARE WITH YOU I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR SOME GOOD WLW FEM!GALLAVICH FEELS (these may be a little all over the place but just roll with me here okay? okay here we go)

to start with, Ian is a nickname for Lillian, Mickey is a nickname for Mykhaila (Ukrainian feminine form of Mikhailo)—they'd still go by Ian and Mickey, because if Lip can be a nickname for Phillip then all bets are fucking off :p

technically all of this started with my brain going "lesbian gallavich with hella self image issues" because they don't feel like they can measure up to their "prettier" sister (Mandy and Fiona) but both of them thinking the other is gorgeous as hell. Mickey being kind of a femme/butch (which is why she's the one who calls the shots with her brothers, she's the tomboy compared to Mandy), and Ian wanting to be all pretty and femme but doesn't think there's a point to it because money and also she doesn't think highly of herself

things would be way different for them both as lesbians—Ian would definitely still be the forgotten middle child, although she and Lip would still be Fiona's backup ("you two are my rocks") because I refuse to believe that girl Ian wouldn't be just as committed to ROTC and fitness as canon Ian. She'd be able to kick anyone's ass any day of the week. I think she'd really look up to Lip and ofc he'd love Ian as his little sister but like, with the same kind of condescending vibe he gives Fiona and Debbie? Although maybe since they're practically twins his misogyny toward Ian wouldn't be as blatant.

she'd still be taller than him (tallest Gallagher no matter what!) and have long red hair that she just throws back in a bun or ponytail all military style. I can't see her having short hair just because short cuts can be a lot to maintain, better just to let it grow and keep it pulled back. (I know, I've thought way too much about the little stuff lol)

Mickey would be very punk. With an undercut and all kinds of piercings. Mandy gets more attention from boys but Mickey does get her share, although of course she's like blegh. She'd rather be kicking ass and taking names and proving to her dad that she's just as good at being a fuckin Milkovich as Iggy and Colin—she's got more brains than both of them combined and she's smart as a whip when it comes to doing math, as well as where scamming people is concerned. Terry would begrudgingly acknowledge this but never misses a chance to put her down because she's just another dumb bitch. Only serves to make Mickey more determined to show what she can do, though, and her brothers and cousins are no match for her when it comes to scrappy back alley fighting. She climbed to the top of the heap early on and punches out anyone who tries to take her on.

Ian absolutely falls in the lesbian stereotype of wearing flannel constantly. I feel like she would want to do girly sorts of things but like, doesn't feel she'd measure up to Fiona or other girls so she just sticks with "comfortable" as her main fashion staple. Her and Debbie probably share a room too, although as I said above, she's still super close with Lip. Debbie would ADORE her big sister, would look up to and admire Ian because they've got so much in common—it might even be that she finds Ian's lesbian porn and that's how she knows about it ("penetration isn't required for sex to occur").

I'm not sure how they'd meet in this au but it would still probably involve Mickey chasing Ian around trying to beat her up lmao. my original thought was maybe like, either Mickey chased after Ian because of something Lip did in a reverse of canon, or Mandy thought Ian was talking shit about her. Regardless, the idea of 5'1" Mickey chasing after 5'9" Ian is hilarious especially because I feel like Ian would end up being almost six foot tall by the time she's done with puberty.

even once Ian and Mandy end up being bffs (there'd definitely be some miscommunication, but Ian doesn't wanna get murdered by the Milkovich siblings, so she manages to clear the air with Mandy when she can get away from Mickey and their brothers), Ian probably wouldn't tell Mandy she's gay, gotta keep that shit on lock. So once they're besties she's gotta endure all the boy talk and be like oh haha yeah totally…but at some point Mandy would figure it out, probably because she's not dumb and also Ian "play what cool" Gallagher is not as subtle as she thinks she is. But Mandy, other than asking if Ian has the hots for her ("you're beautiful, but I like you better as my friend"), is actually pretty chill and realizes she doesn't actually mind hanging out with a lesbo. Yes, Ian and Mandy and Mickey would use all the derogatory slurs that get used towards lesbians, although Ian is used to the casual homophobia and Mickey is the most homophobic gay ever (I feel like she'd definitely call herself a fag and a dyke once she gets more comfortable in her identity).

idk how the whole grooming thing with Kash and Ned would transfer over—maybe Ned would be some rich lesbian cougar who wants a kept girl or something. But that's unfortunately a big part of Ian's character, the middle kid who's the only one to be physically abused (and yeah, Frank would still hit Ian, boy or girl), and is desperate for any kind of affection so attaches to anyone who gives it. Kash might be a (seemingly) meek wife to some bruiser of a husband who's short and has small dog syndrome, and that makes her sympathetic in Ian's eyes, thus making it easier for her to take advantage of Ian. I try not to think about Kash too much but it is an important part of Ian's self-image

I'm gonna talk about s3 in its own post because I have some Thoughts and Ideas for some changes to make things interesting :p

season 4 would be really even more depressing because I think that when Ian is manic (there'd be no running away to the army because she couldn't use Lip's identity; instead she'd go straight her sugar mama and from there calls Monica when things get too wild) she'd end up getting pimped out by Monica to really gross straight dudes—not that there aren't creeper lesbians who like younger women, but in general it'd be easier for her to find a job stripping at a regular club (lesbian bars don't seem to have the same opportunities as a straight bar or a men's gay bar do wrt making money). Poor Lip and Debbie finding her in the skimpiest outfit, worse than anything Fiona ever had to wear for a job, with way too much makeup on and dollar bills tucked in her underwear, coked out as hell, skinny enough you can see her hipbones, brain and mouth going about 300 miles a minute...ugh.

But Mickey coming and bringing her home safe and sound <3 beating up the skeevy guys trying to roofie her <33 watching over Ian while she sleeps <333

In a happier train of thought, I love the idea that Mickey really likes Ian's long hair and plays with it when she's not really thinking and Ian gets all 😍😍😍 because it means Mickey might like her omg. Mickey has a partial undercut and Ian loves the texture of the shaved part of her hair. Tells her not to let it grow back out and everything.

Mickey having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her stupidly tall gf ("You're too tall, Red" "Complain all you want, Mick, you know you like it”). Mickey likes getting manhandled but only by Ian—anyone else tries it and they're losing a hand. But Ian shoves her against a wall and does her whole cocky, smug, looming thing and Mickey can't help but melt in her arms (not that she'd let Ian know about it, not at first; gotta make Gallagher work for that shit. Just cause she's a fag doesn't mean that she's anyone's bitch!).

I also like to think that Ian would try the super femme thing in s4 era and Mickey, once out, would be a little more comfortable being more butch, but they both come off as a mix? I just love the idea of fem!gallavich playing with gender stuff in that very specific lesbian relationship with gender—on one of Mickey's more butch days Ian jokes and calling Mickey her boyfriend and Mickey being like oh

personally I feel like Mickey in her dyke era (s5) is an absolute pint-sized powerhouse, and still an absolute fashion icon because those cut-off vests? the tank tops? perfection🤌🏻

most of my thoughts are of early gallavich because I think things would go much differently since Sammi can't call the MPs on Ian in this au, but lemme just say that there's some fun stuff I'll be adding in another ask to add to the DRAMA

#gallavich #fem!gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #leinth answers #rule 63 all the things

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fiapartridge · 8 months

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Will choking blurb pls and THXXX

GIRLLLLLL OMGGJRJE ALSO IMAGINE THIS IS LIKE IN COLLEGE OKAY AND I WENT SO OVERBOARD BUT (didn’t even know i switched povs during this but i’m too tired to correct it sooo just deal w it LOL)

they would be having the most amazing ass post game sex like i’m literally dying just thinking about it

like imagine he wins and ur waiting outside the locker room and he’s all showered and clean and in his suit and he’s around his friends and u whisper in his ear “got a prize for you tonight”

and hes smirking bc his ass knows hes gonna get fucked tn “yeah? what’s that?”

and she shrugs “guess you’ll just have to find out”

but the guys want to go out and celebrate the win and will is protesting that shit because mans wants to see his prize, but ryan’s got his arm slung around him like “c’mon man don’t be a debby downer. come with us”

and he’s like “rather be coming on something else”

AND RYANS TOTALY OBLIVIOUS “what was that?”

and wills like “nothing let’s go”

so the guys and their gfs go to a bar and all will can think about is u and just going home and fucking u into oblivion and every single time he sees you get up or feel u staring at him, his pants tighten until he’s had enough and is like “y/n and i are gonna go”

and all the boys know what’s up because will has been staring at u the entire night like he’s ready to fuck u on that bar counter in front of everyone so everyone’s like see ya will

AND WILL LITERALLY DRAGS U OUT OF THAT BAR AND IS MAKING OUT WITH U ON THE WALK BACK TO HIS APARTMENT LIKE U GUYS WILL LITERALLY TAKE BREAKS ON THE WALK BACK JUST SO HE COULD PUSH U UP AGAINST A WALL AND MAKE OUT WITH YOU

but girl once u get one foot in that apartment, shit goes down

ur slamming him against the door, biting his bottom lip and he’s smirking and sweaty and it’s literally the hottest thing ever

and he’s like “gonna give me my prize now?”

AND GIRLLLL HES SO CAUGHT OFF GUARD WHEN U START KNEELING DOWN IN FRONT OF HIM AND UNZIPPING HIS PANTS AND TAKING HIM IN UR MOUTH

LIKE HIS HANDS LITERALLY FLY TO UR HAIR AND HIS ORHER HAND IS GRIPPIF THE DOOR KNOB FOR DEAR LIFE SO HIS LEGS DONT GIVE OUT

he is a moaning mess.

and that’s his first orgasm

and he’s literally still breathing so hard when you take his hand and drag him to his bedroom

u push him onto the mattress and he’s lazily trying to like take off ur clothes but u push him farther into the mattress sayinf shit like “tonight’s your night, baby. just wanna make you feel good” WHILE U BITE HIS EAR LOBE AND HES LITERALLY SO HARDDDHSHSH

and he’s watching you slowly take off ur clothes in front of him like it’s some type of show and u climb on top of him, ur hands resting on his chest

and your mouth is so close to his and he’s trying to get u on his cock but u whisper into his mouth “tell me what you want, baby”

and he’s breathing so hard and he’s like “you baby i want you. fuck, i want you so bad”

and ur like “gotta be more specific”

“fuck, i want to be inside you. i wanna feel you so bad.”

and she starts smirking, moving herself on top of his cock and sinking down and he releases the most guttural groan ever LIKE HE WAS SAVING THAT SHIT THE ENTIRE NIGHT

and at first it starts out all slow and shit but he’s literally so fucking impatient and starts to throw his arms on her hips and fucking up into her so she grabs his throat and bounces equally as hard and fast AND GIRL HE IS MOANING LIKE CRAZY

his hand lands on hers on his throat and HES GRIPPINF TIGHTER?’cmcncmdmdndn

and he’s praising her likeeeee “so good, baby. so fucking tight” AND UGJ WHEN SHE SPITS IN HIS MOUTH ITS OVER ITS SO OVER FOR HIM

HES MOANING HES LIKE “fuck, im gonna cum” AND SHE CLIMBS OFF HIM AND SUCKS HIM DRYYEUJWJEJENN

it’s the hottest thing ever.

#fiapartridge unhinged #will smith #will smith hockey

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 9 months

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i hate how shallow a lot of the fandom think’s debbie gallagher is. i hate it so much.

like, if there’s one thing that i always keep in mind while really consuming any media, it’s that you have to try to see character’s from different perspectives and understand their complexity. and debbie gallagher is so fucking complex, yet so simple.

every single problem she has in her teenage/adult life can be traced back to one thing: her parents.

this girl was written so beautifully and so tragically at the same time and some misogynistic assholes who don’t bother to read into anything decide to insult her writing, then other people who don’t give a shit agree, and suddenly she get’s a reputation for the stupidest shit.

it’s like- yeah, she did some dumb shit as a teenager. but y’know who else did? lip. and ian, and carl, and although we didn’t see it i can guarantee you fiona, too.

and i get it, kinda. i mean what she did with the whole atm cards thing in season 10 sucked. and i made a whole post about matty and julia, but out of EVERY SINGLE THING that EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER has done, you deem debbie’s actions the worst?? not frank’s, monica’s, terry’s, sammi’s, hell, even lip and fiona have done some fucked up shit that many people choose to ignore (i’ll get into that sometime).

and no, i can’t defend everything she’s done. but you know what else i can’t defend? LITERALLY ANY OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS IN THE SHOW’S ACTIONS. she isn’t the only one who’s done fucked up shit, yet she’s one of the only one’s who’s actually criticized, and most of the people who criticize her are, dare i say, cisgender men.

also, she’s not a shitty mom. i mean, by shameless standards at least. i’m tired of those gallavich stans saying that debbie would run off with heidi and leave franny in ian and mickey’s care because anyone who say’s that clearly never watched 11x08. there’s an entire scene that proves that debbie would NEVER DO THAT but y’all choose to ignore that because yet again, people ignore her entire plot. they only focus on fanon.

newsflash! debbie took care of franny mostly by herself (every bit of help she got was offered), and she stuck by her even when times were tough. she considered leaving franny ONCE but immediately regretted it. y’know why? because she was fucking 15. her brain wasn’t fully developed and she wasn’t capable of making completely logical decisions. she didn’t leave fiona to raise franny so stop fucking acting like she did because fiona and franny barely have any scenes together. and debbie didn’t want fiona near franny/fiona to ride in the ambulance which is like totally reasonable??? i mean, yeah, fiona was right, having a baby at 15 isn’t a great decision, but it’s debbie’s decision. fiona said she wouldn’t help her at all then proceeds to try to help like no wonder debbie doesn’t want fiona’s help, she’s fucking scared! she’s still a kid herself. i have such mixed feelings about debbie and fiona in season 6 but i think they’re both pretty valid in that season.

also, debbie’s whole thing is that she sticks by people. and yeah, she says some weird twisted things on impulse at times but she loves her family. that’s like- the whole point of debbie in season 11.

anyway that was my weird rant about debbie

#shameless #debbie gallagher #fiona gallagher #franny gallagher #people need to get their heads out of their asses and accept debbie isn’t as bad as people make her out to be #she’s no better than the rest of her siblings #rant #shameless rant #istg nobody is gonna see this but whatever #shameless meta

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*throws Debbie Kang from RC9GN at you and skedaddles*

Btw, have you watched RC9GN prior? It aired during my childhood without myself realizing it lol, took me long enough to rediscover it xD

The art kinda look flat cuz my wrist is hurting so bad and I couldn't wait to answer this!

AAAAAAAAA.... THIS SHOW IS PART OF CHILDHOOD, I EVEN CREATED AN OC BEFORE and a long ass cringe story! The point is I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH! IMO it's the best childhood show I have watch! Because of Ninja-Nomicons lessons :3c it's a goofy show with life lessons!

and ironically, I have not watched this in English, only in Tagalog, the dubbing ain't so bad though it was much easier to understand back then in tagalog since I am still in gradeschool back then learning english xD and I might rewatch this show again! *-* FOR NOSTALGIA!

#keef requests #keef draws #keef interrogation #rc9gn fanart #rc9gn #rc9gn oc #debbie kang

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anthruser · 2 months

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SHAMELESS OPINIONS: S7 (cause Mickey's write off hurt and after s5, I watched again from s1 and forced myself to keep watching + no one around me likes Shameless so I need a place to vent)

overall: i actually loved it, had me pretty hooked all throughout

ok, i kind of like s7 Trevor, he's charming, got this lil sassy banter going off, he's cute and nice y'know. I just *HATE* that they so obviously tried to recreate some dynamics he had with Mickey straight away without letting us warmup to him, how can you deepthroat aspects built from 5 seasons into half of one??? No. Sorry. Him settling so quickly into the Gallagher house as if he's spent a decade there, idk. And the patient scene with Ian? foh man, no. 1x09 was special for a reason, and this would've played differently if Ian actually came to Mick if he was still around. They play out so much better as friends or fw/b ig but that deepthroat can't help me see a relationship between them. Not liking s8 Trevor so far, my god. Also his nonchalant attitude towards Monica threw me off. I get it, he's new and doesn't know much, Ian never mentioned her before apparently, but like "she's a lil crazy i can like her" eek, idk. Like almost downplaying his situation with her.

Caleb can suck my ass along with JW and his hate for bisexuals. My bi ass cannot approve. Cheater McCheater my ass. I can almost walk through Ian's ignorance cause for all he knew, Caleb was just gay, and I feel he said the bisexual thing out of frustration and betrayal towards his actions than actual disdain for the orientation, but yes. He was ignorant in his convo with Lip, and so was him anyway. I guess they just didn't know it is a thing. But thing is, I BET YOU ASSES that Caleb is the type of douche to STILL justify his actions even if JW didn't display his hate towards bisexuality in his writing, he just is *that* douchy. At least he motivated Ian to get his job, I'll give him that.

OH MY GOD THE THROUPLE... AND ITS SLOW BURN. it's hard cause you can understand both sides of the situation and it was just a clear issue of misunderstandings and miscommunication... I just wish they could've handled things better because I was really rooting for them. They fucking worked so well, with their little schedules and organization. I have such a fat crush on Isidora it's actually embarrassing. Anyway... I miss their dynamic. They deserved better.

Lip was a dick to Fiona about the Laundromat, but Fiona also just jumps the gut to these impulsive decisions, and I get that if she does ask for opinions, they probably won't agree with her, and it's not like I can blame lip, I mean look at the Club situation, yeah she made profit, but didn't break even, and that where his worry comes from. But at least, if she still approached him, and did it anyway against his say, he can't rub it in her face that this entails a family meeting and she can't just make those decisions without consultation. Overall, Lip was so arrogant and dickish with her, and for what... he couldn't even bring the money he so desperately wanted her to believe he could.

I love Sue. I just love EMT Ian stuff with all my life, idc what it is, I kick my feet cause he's so happy.

I fucking loved Carl and Mr. Luthers dynamic. Such an epic lil duo tbh.

I loved Frank's storyline here fsr 💀💀 it's so silly and he gets his way like always, but idk, I loved seeing his adventures at the shelter, he still remains a POS that's for sure.

I fucking LOVED seeing Debbie this season, I was a little disappointed last season cause there is so much lost potential on her pregnancy journey last time with where she was staying, but I fucking loved her here and putting her scamming skills to the test. Don't love how she ends up treating Neil in s8 cause... Well, I just feel bad for him, but also, if she really wanted to stay true to her convenience relationship, she probably should've stuck it out more so it lasted more, idk. But enough of that, I loved her setting a goal for herself at the end of the season, and I honestly commend Monica for helping her get Franny out of the house, I understand Derek's family's concern but they were so cunty in how they handled things.

Monica's death hit me like a truck... Idk why, there are so many mixed emotions here, she couldn't dare to tell the kids the real reason she was there, and all she wanted was to be there one last time. My heart goes out to her tbh.

Gallavich. Oh dear God. FERAL, FERAL EVERY TIME. it's like receiving crumbs and eating them up like a vacuum, nothing I can say that hasn't already been said... I just... Wow. Fuck. And to know that, after needing Noel for ratings, that this was gonna be the end for them? No, I could throw up. I couldn't imagine watching shameless as it aired with that knowledge in mind. FUCK ME THOSE TWO EPISODES I ATE THEM UUUP. anyway, I'm normal about Gallavich.

Lord bless Etta... my dear soul. 7x11 was vicious for that, my heart crumbled fr. I can see this was all in Fiona's best interest for Etta and stuff... It was just so sad to see.

Lip and Sierra, I don't really know what people's opinions are about Sierra but I kind of liked her? She was sweet, and had traces of boundaries with Lip even if the fucker attempted to break them every now and then. But she was sweet.

Lips second spiral was even harder than the first one to see. Him crashing at Helene's apartment, and she still doesn't seem to grasp that she essentially groomed him, and he's just so devastated still. Fuck.

That ending montage was truly a piece of cinema I tell you. It was beautiful.

I probably have more to say I don't remember but I really liked s7, not on the priority of a constant rewatch, but it was really good...and truly served as the finale it was meant to be. EXCEPT FOR GALLAVICH, holy fuck that would've pained the whole audience.

#shameless us #shameless #ian gallagher #gallavich #mickey milkovich #season 7 #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #svetlana yevgenivna

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carharttme · 2 years

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#debby ryan #leather overalls = the ultimate power suit #leather overalls #bibskirt #bibjeans #skirtall #overalls #dungaree skirt #dungarees #90s fashion #denimoveralls #overalls obsession #sexyinbibs #babes in bibs #overalls are hot #hot in overalls #bad ass babe in bibs!#sexy ass in bibs

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ellie-24 · 11 months

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Special Request

Based on the awesome prompt by @vintageshanny : How are we going to solve this problem?

Tagging the coolest people I know: @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love

Summary: Working as a hostess means meeting the most interesting people. Maybe even a certain Elvis Presley.

Warnings: 18+, smut, MDNI

Word count: ~ 3.1 k

Columbus, Ohio. June 25th 1974

"What were you doing with all those pillows earlier?" Debbie asked while holding up a small mirror, inspecting her eyebrows.

Anne sighed and lightly massaged her temples. "That one guest in 368... I don't know what's wrong with that guy. Today he asked if he could have 20 additional pillows."

"Didn't one guest request like 20 additional towels the other day?" Debbie asked, lowering the mirror.

Anne threw her hands up in frustration. "That's the same guy! No idea what he does with that. Frankly, I don't really care but still. What the hell?"

"I'm not even sure we want to know."

She pursed her lips. "That's probably true. Though-" Anne smiled, conspiratorially. "-I really wouldn't mind him asking for something crazy. To be honest I'm surprised there hasn't been some out of this world request from him. Like-" she gestured around, thinking. "-flying in his pet snake, or monkey, or whatever pets these celebrities own."

Debbie paused and turned towards her. "Like that one lunatic a few months ago with the pet spiders?"

Anne gave her a look. "Don't remind me. It drives me insane that one went missing. It's still crawling around somewhere." She shuddered at the thought.

Debbie laughed and nodded in response. After a few seconds she continued. "...It's still so crazy. Like the Elvis Presley is here. In the same building as we are right now. At our workplace."

"I know, it's so exiting!"

"I still think he was totally flirting with you earlier."

"He's Elvis Presley, I think he flirts with every woman on the planet."

"You really got to talk to him. And he winked at you I saw it!" Debbie swooned.

"He probably had something in his eye! And he didn't really say much. Asked if I could turn the AC on. Said he preferred his room to be nearly freezing." she shrugged.

"Celebrities."

"I know, right?"

In that moment the phone rang at the reception and Anne quickly rushed over, putting on her over the top friendly voice and customer face. She nodded and smiled along, despite the person on the other end not seeing it. After hanging up she let out a little squeal and faced her coworker.

"Debbie! He needs his minibar stocked up. Apparently all the pepsi is already gone."

"Who needs a pepsi at 3 in the morning?"

"Ce-le-bri-ties." Anne retorted with a smile, emphasising each syllable. "It doesn't matter, I get to go up there again! Uh, quick! Give me your lipstick!"

"Anne, what do you have planned?" Debbie laughed and tossed over the lipstick.

"Nothing." Anne quipped before dabbing some of it onto her lips and puckered them, butterflies in her stomach. "Good?"

Debbie snorted. "Oh my god, if you really wanna do this-" She walked over to her and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. "-do it right."

"Oh my god." Anne gasped, both at the implication and the feeling of the cool air hitting her now heated skin. She then laughed mirthfully and made no attempt to cover herself up again. "You're a bad influence." she remarked while grabbing a cart and carefully arranging the beverages on it.

"You started it! I'm just helping out a friend in desperate need." Debbie retorted with an innocent smile.

"Desperate my ass!" Anne laughed as she made her way over to the elevator. The last thing she heard before the door closed was Debbie calling over to her. "Have fun!"

Anne stood in front of his door, shifting from one foot to the other. She took a deep breath, trying to contain her giddy exitement and raised a trembling hand to knock lightly. She heard shuffling behind the door before it swiftly opened. Elvis stood in the door, squinting his eyes for a second. His large frame immediately towered over her and she had to clear her throat before daring to really look up. He looked just as good as he did earlier that day, her own mind hadn't exaggerated, every little detail still perfectly in place. His hair looked a bit more unruly and he didn't wear his glasses, making his beautiful blue eyes stand out even more against the dark brows and long lashes.

"Good evening, Mr. Presley." she smiled.

"Hey there, honey. I thought I told ya earlier to call me Elvis." he said with a stern look.

"Right. Elvis." she smiled, a bit bashful.

He gestured behind him and ran a hand through his fluffy hair. "Come in."

She entered the room, her eyes needing a moment to adjust to the darkness in his room as opposed to the bright flourescent light in the corridor. "You find everything alright?" she tried to make light conversation while opening the fridge, stacking the cool drinks inside. He snatched one right from her cart and cracked it open.

"Yeah, perfect thank you." His eyes skimmed over her nametag, like earlier that day. "Annie."

She beamed at him, trying to think of an excuse to stay in his room just a little while longer but the longer she stared, the more awkward it felt. She walked over to her cart again, his gaze folllwing her unabashedly. "Well, I don't want to disturb you any further-"

"Just one more thing, honey." he interrupted and held up his hand.

She halted, a little surprised. "What is it? I'm sure I can help you."

"Ya sure can." His eyes briefly wandered over her form before he cleared his throat. "The thing is, I-I can't sleep... and I'm bored outta my mind, honey. So... how are we going to solve this problem?" he asked as he sat down on the black leather couch with a grunt, lighting a cigar.

Anne felt her heart skipping a beat, her mind inadvertently jumping to places she couldn't think about now. She'd just get her hopes up for nothing. "I can arrange it that maybe some books will be brought up to you. If you'd like that?" She tried to offer, her nerves threatening to get the best out of her.

He shook his head and puffed his cigar, the heavy smoke surrounding him. She was barely able to make out his expression. "I wouldn't have called ya if I was in the mood to read."

Anne narrowed her eyes at him. "You called me to bring you some pepsi."

He mirrored her actions and pointed his finger at her. "Don't get sassy with me now, honey. Doesn't suit ya."

She swallowed hard, the tension in the room making her heart flutter wildly. "Alright. Then... what are you in the mood for?" she asked with an unassuming expression, trying to seem as indifferent as possible.

He shifted in his seat and smirked up at her. "Put on a lil show for me, will ya honey?"

Anne felt the color draining from her face, a pleasant shiver running through her body. Her face betrayed nothing, a perfectly polite smile gracing her lips. "A... little show?"

"Yeah, I'd like that... Relax baby, I'll tell you what to do." he said with a lopsided grin while adjusting his belt.

Anne slowly walked over to him and he spread his legs so she could step between them. Only the clicking sounds of her heels filled the silence in the room, except for the distinct whirring of the AC running on full power. Her breath hitched when his big hands came up to rest on her hips, his cigar dangling from his lips.

"Just a show? Nothing more?" she asked in what she hoped was a teasing tone, her eyebrows raised.

He ran his fingers over her thighs, toying with the hem of her knee length skirt. "We got plenty of time, Annie. But for now-" his gaze drifted towards her exposed cleavage and he grinned up at her. "I want ya to unbutton the rest."

"Oh, I don't know. It's rather cold in here don't you think?" she snickered and tilted her head.

He slapped her butt and she yelped, feeling a bit lightheaded all of the sudden. "I'm sure you'll be warm enough in a few minutes."

"I hope you keep your word."

"I always do." he said with a pout and gave her butt another squeeze before releasing her. She giggled as she moved a few steps back and began to open her blouse, a slight tremble to her fingers that she couldn't hide, no matter how hard she tried. Anne looked down, her bra starting to show and she suddenly wished she had chosen a more appealing set of underwear this morning, the simple white cotton bra and panties not really fitting her definition of sexy. But who could have known she would undress in front of Elvis Presley? She quickly found that she couldn't bring herself to care that much about trivialities like these under his assessive, almost examining gaze.

He lightly shook his head when he saw her fingers hastily working on the buttons. "Slower, honey, take your time. Do it nice and slow." he gently chided and leaned forward with his lips puckered, his belt now digging beautifully into his stomach. Anne tried to follow his command, urging her fingers to go more slowly, but she had no idea if she suceeded, her breathing becoming quicker and quicker.

Yet it seemed like she did what he asked. "That's right, little one. Just like that." he uttered, contentedly continuing to smoke his cigar. She had to supress a proud smile at his praise and continued to undress in what almost felt like slow motion. The dimmed light in the room gave her enough confidence to carry on, blemishes and imperfections remaining unseen in the darkness.

Anne finally pulled off the blouse after what felt like hours and dropped it to the floor unceremoniously, making him chuckle. His eyes raked over her upper body and he nodded to himself, taking a sip of his pepsi.

"Ah, did I say ya can take off the skirt?"

"You didn't." She mumbled and waited, his unwavering gaze. His eyes flicked downwards, her hand still clutching the fabric, prepared to pull the garment off. He raised his eyebrows at her and she got the hint. She let go and held up her hands to him as if surrendering.

He nodded, satisfied and leaned back again with a smirk. "Take off the skirt, honey."

She huffed. "You're-"

"Watch your mouth, baby. You just do what I tell you and look pretty." he commented, raising a lighter to his lit cigar again after it had gone out.

She bit back a snide comment and slowly opened the zipper at the side of her skirt. Whether or not she wanted to admit it to herself, his commanding tone made her skin tingle in exitement. It was then, when she pushed the fabric down her thighs, that she started to feel a little silly, never having done something like this before. She leaned forward until the skirt pooled at her feet and he licked and bit at his bottom lip at her accidental generous display of her bust.

She stepped out of her skirt, kicking off her heels in the process without his permission. He momentarily frowned and she saw the gears in his head turning at her little act of defiance, but judging by the way he shifted in his seat and his mouth formed a little "o" he seemed to like what he saw.

"Lordy, look at those cute, yittle sooties." he groaned, swiftly placing his cigar into the ash tray next to him and moving to palm the prominent bulge in his trousers. He made a circling motion with his fingers, urging her to turn around for him, all while still stroking the growing bulge in his crotch. She felt like an actress in a theatre or movie production with the director showing her where to stand and what to do, using her as a tool to realise his artistic vision. Not that she was complaining.

"Now unclasp the bra, baby. But leave the panties on." he uttered, his voice a bit hoarse. "Slowly." he added with a chuckle, drawing the word out as if further asserting his point. Anne threw a glance over her shoulder and turned away from him again quickly when she unhooked her bra and let it fall onto the ground. 'She was practically naked in front of Elvis Presley!' she thought with her cheeks flushed, thankful that he couldn't see the look on her face, which surely resembled an enthusiatic, screaming fan at one of his concerts. She felt his eyes burning into her back, her throat completely dry.

"N-now baby, turn around and show me your titties, I need to see them." he almost whimpered and she quickly regained control over her face, his keenness making her feel weirdly powerful. Anne turned around, attempting to lick her dry lips, but she quickly realised she had no spit left when she faced him, eyes dazed and bucking up into his palm every now and then.

His eyes immediately went to her heaving chest, nipples pebbled from the cool room temperature, his teeth grinding, practically itching to bite down on them. "Fuck, why don'tcha play with yourself a lil bit?" His voice now had an almost comic high pitch to it and it made her feel weirdly powerful. She confidently reached up and gently massaged her breast, her thumb flicking over her nipple, making both of them gasp. He wriggled around, it almost looked like he wanted to jump up, but instead he remained firmly seated and threw his head back. His hand flexed, holding onto the soft pillow beside him, fingers digging into it as if he was caressing her supple flesh.

"Sit down o-on that chair a-and spread those legs for me, baby. And slip a finger inside. Rub yourself real nice f-for me." he stuttered, gesturing around wildly. Anne quickly scurried over and sat down, eagerly reaching down, her hand ghosting over her clothed cunt. She slid underneath the white cotton and eagerly flicked her fingers over her swollen nub, her hips bucking up involuntarily and her face scrunching up. He let out a deep moan and fumbled around with his pants, fervently attempting to pull them down. After a series of frustrating noises escaping his puffy lips, his cock finally sprang from it's confinement, slapping against his rounded stomach. Now it was her turn to whimper, watching him roll back his foreskin and thumbing the the tip of it.

"Show me your fingers, h-honey." he urged, his neediness almost making her swoon. She reluctantly pulled away and held up her glistening fingers to him, making him curse wildly under his breath. He softly whined and furrowed his brows in concentration, looking as if he was trying to solve a difficult math equation. "...Fuck it. Take off the panties. Wanna watch that yittle pussy." he finally muttered, decisively closing his fist around his pulsating cock.

She shimmied out of her soaked underwear and opened up her legs for him again. His cock visibly twitched when he looked at her glistening folds and he lazily ran his hand up and down his length. "Elvis, can I? Please I need-" she gasped, her fingers inching closer to her core again, his heated gaze making her even more desperate. He stroked his cock in a steady rhythm as he watched her squirm and writhe in her seat. "Please." she cried out in frustration and he finally showed mercy.

"Go ahead and touch yourself, Annie."

She sighed in relief and slipped her fingers back over her wet folds, rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, the throbbing becoming almost too much to bear. "Look at me and bite your lip, baby." he instructed, his ring clad hand pumping his cock faster, precum already leaking out of the tip. She lowered her head a bit and looked up to him through her lashes, biting her lip almost painfully in anticipation and exitement. He sucked in a breath and bucked up into his hand. "Goddamn honey, y-you're such a fuckin' tease."

Anne let out a groan and rubbed her clit even faster, trying to match his own pace, which got increasingly difficult as his tempo became more and more irregular. "You've never done this before, Annie? This is just for me." The latter half of his statement sounded less like a question to Anne, but more like a definitive fact, which one couldn't possibly argue. She had no intention of arguing with him anyway, just nodding and moaning along with everything he said. "You're getting off on this ain't ya lil' girl? Dirty, dirty, getting that turned by me watching." He teased and again she found herself nodding without really giving her body the permission to do so. Her mind was focused on him, watching his leaking cock twitch under his ministrations, hearing his moans and grunts. She even imagined his nimble fingers stroking her, instead of her own, the thought sending her over the edge.

She cried out his name when she came, repeating it like a mantra while remembering to look into his eyes. His own hips stuttered as he watched her twitch and jerk, her fingers still gliding all over, in and out her puffy pussy, face twisting up in pleasure and his name falling from her lips like a prayer. With one last thrust into his hand and a heavy groan he felt his hot cum coating him. He leaned his head back, trying to catch his breath. After a brief chuckle he raised his head again and looked over, seeing her still sitting on the chair in the same position, looking tired and dazed.

"Come over here, little one." he muttered after a few seconds and patted his strong thigh. Anne hesitantly got up on wobbly legs and stumbled over towards him, almost falling onto his lap, probably staining his pants even more. He didn't seem to care, pulling her close to him and kissing her forehead.

"Annie, Annie, I knew you were something special the first time I saw you." he mumbled into her hair and ran his fingers along her back. She just hummed in response, not able to form coherent sentences yet, just content burying herself into his wide chest. "I'll certainly have to come back here, honey. The service here is outta this world." he chuckled and slapped her butt again. "I'll make sure ya get a pay raise."

She hummed.

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