MOOOORRREEEE SUB CARL I Am Insatiable And Your Writing Is Soooo *chefs Kiss*

MOOOORRREEEE SUB CARL 😍😍 I am insatiable and your writing is soooo *chefs kiss*

Since we’ve deprived him so badly, what about overstimulation? Completely milking his cock until he’s begging for a break 🥺🥺

(Side-note: happy birthday!!)

Hrs & Hrs (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, p in v, sub!Carl, praise

Notes: I have so many Carl requests coming in so I'm happy to know that you guys enjoy them! And thank you for the birthday wish my love!

Word Count: 395

His body trembled, shaking and sweaty. His hair stook to his skin and his chest heaved. Breath airy and voice horse. His head was empty, dumb off the way you bounced on his cock.

His hands gripped and groped at your ass, tits, hips and thighs. He held you tight and close to him, he was overstimulated, you've already made him cum multiple times, and that was just from you giving him a blow job.

He didn't think he could cum anymore but from the amount of times he filled you, he found out he in fact could cum more.

His cum dripped out of your hole and soaked the sheets under you guys. He made you cum a number of times but you wanted more. You wanted him to fill you to the brim.

Carl whined as he came again, nails digging into your thighs. You stopped bouncing and started grinding against him, rolling your hips.

"Can't..can't cum anymore.." he stuttered, "Yes you can, I know you can. Just one more time, please baby?"

He pulled you close to him, your chest on his. He rested his head on your shoulder. "Give me one more, just one?" you pleaded, kissing his face and neck.

As much as he wanted a break, he also wanted to please you, to keep you happy and full. He looked up at you and gave you a nod. His lids were low from exhaustion but for you, he'd do anything.

You smiled and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, "Thank you, pretty."

He loves that, loves when you smile, when you kiss him all sloppily, when you thank him, and especially when you praise him. He loves hearing those words fall out your mouth.

That "one more" turned into a couple more. "You said one more," he whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes. "This isn't o-one more.."

"I know baby..I'm sorry, fuck, this is the last one- ah! s-shit..I promise,"

"T-this better be the last one..please be the last one..please.."

He babbled in the crook of your neck, pleads spilling from his lips. Your hips stuttered for the nth time, cumming around his cock once again and panting in his ear.

"You know how I said that this was the last one?"

"Uh huh.."

"How about one more.."

"Nooo,"

"Please Carl, baby pleaseee,"

The eyes, Chico (R.Cameron x Fem!Reader)

The eyes, Chico. They never lie.

Request: Rafe please

Word Count: 720

Summary: Rafe noticing how differently you look at him compared to others

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

Rafe Cameron who never paid any mind to you at first. He thought you were just new to Kildare Island and got invited to one of his infamous parties.

Rafe Cameron who never got the best glances from people. They always looked at him in disappointment, hatred and fear.

Rafe Cameron who ends up subconsciously searching for your eyes through the sea of kooks.

Rafe Cameron who notices your glances and longing stares. He noticed how different your look was from the others.

Rafe Cameron who decides to push you away before you could ever make the move to talk to him.

Rafe Cameron who fears that the way you're looking at him is just a facade from who you really are.

Rafe Cameron who ends up telling Barry about you. How you probably already know about his issues and crimes by now.

Rafe Cameron who caught your eye when you stepped into the huge Cameron Estate. He was the first who caught your attention.

Rafe Cameron who made you wonder what a handsome boy like him is doing around guys like Topper and Barry.

Rafe Cameron who pushes you away and leaves you wondering what you could have done.

You stopped showing up at the parties, hoping it'll make him feel better. Maybe he just didn't enjoy your presence around him.

You'd hang out with Sarah and end up third wheeling with her and Topper. You were at the Cameron home, so you decided to leave the two alone in Sarah's room. You felt like you were getting in between them anyway.

Rafe Cameron who spots you walking past his room and down the stairs. He was curious about you. Always has been. And honestly, he was kind of disappointed with himself for pushing you away.

Rafe Cameron who follows you downstairs and tries to strike up a conversation with you. Asking "How are you?" "How was your day?" "Did you enjoy the parties?"

You'd respond with little to no expression on your face, but your eyes held a different story. They said more than you could.

Rafe Cameron who excuses himself in an awkward and stuttered manner as he heads to the bathroom.

Rafe Cameron who dials a number and impatiently waits as it rings before the person on the other end picked up and answered with, "Barry speaking."

Rafe Cameron who goes into detail about your eyes and how you have been looking at him since the two of you shared a glance at the first party he spotted you at.

Rafe Cameron who is sure that words mean more than looks and actions. Which is why he's so sure that you're just not as interested as he thought you were

Barry who tells Rafe that "none of those matter". "Actions and words don't mean shit when it comes to the eyes, man."

Rafe Cameron who is evidently confused and now realizing how long he left you in the kitchen.

Rafe Cameron who asks Barry for a quick tip before he gets back to you.

Barry who tells Rafe to suck it up and "listen to what her eyes are saying. She might not be able to tell you, but her eyes will. Trust me."

Rafe Cameron who hangs up and takes multiple deep breaths before walking out of the bathroom and making his way to the kitchen.

Rafe Cameron who strikes up another conversation with you, this time putting an effort to get to know you while also taking Barry's advice and paying close attention to your eyes.

Rafe Cameron who notices just how pretty your eyes are up close. He then starts to notice how gorgeous you are up close.

Rafe Cameron who does end up seeing what Barry was talking about, you held so much emotion in your eyes even when you didn't show any on your face.

Rafe Cameron who sees how you look up at him with beautiful, wide eyes that sparkle when he makes eye contact with you.

Rafe Cameron who sees little hearts inside of your eyes when he smiles or speaks.

Rafe Cameron who learned to love your eyes.

You who loved him and learned the real him instead of the aggressive and angry kid who has gotten nothing but looks of fear, hatred and disappointment his whole lie.

Girl of My Dreams (F.Gallagher x F!Milkovich!Reader)

Summary: Fiona's first time with a woman, let alone a Milkovich.

Word Count: 1,353

Warnings: smut, oral (Fiona receiving), fingering, hair pulling, praise, degrading, teasing, face riding

You're so glad that the house was empty, no Gallaghers to walk in and disrupt you two. You already wanted to have her under you, to taste her and have her to yourself. The desire for her was strong from the beginning, but when you found out that she has never been in an actual relationship with a girl, let alone get eaten out by one, that desire and want for her became stronger. That want turned into a need, and that desire turned more into a craving for her. You just wanted to have her, even for a night and you finally got that.

You held her thighs apart, keeping them wide open while you slurped at her exposed cunt. Her pussy dripping from her own juices and now, your saliva. Your chin drenched in her essence and her fingers tangled in the roots of your hair while yours curled in her pussy and gripped the fat of her thighs.

Fiona's back arched off of her bed, toes curling as your fingers curled against that spot that made her scream.

The room was filled with her moans. whimpers, whines, airy breaths and your name. The way it rolled off of her tongue sounded so natural, the way her body reacted to your touch seemed like this was an everyday thing.

"You sound so pretty sayin' my name like that,"

She smiled at the praise and looked down, "Didn't think you were the kind of person to praise someone." she chuckled, "What do you wanna hear then, Fi? Want me to degrade you? Call you 'my slut' or something?" you asked, your fingers never stopping.

She clenched around your fingers at the suggestion, "Deadass?" you asked, stopping your movement, causing Fiona to let out a whine. "You're serious?" you asked again. She covered her face with her hands and nodded. You pulled your fingers out and licked them clean before climbing onto the bed and hovering over her.

"Move your hands, pretty."

She did as told and looked up at you with those eyes. Those beautiful, brown eyes.

"Were you serious?" you smirked, "Yeah...do you wanna try it?" she asked, you gave her a nod, "I'll try anything with you,"

She laughed, God her laugh was just so full and happy, "You're so corny!"

You left a trail of kisses down her body, "Shut up," you muttered as you made your way back down between her legs.

"You know, for the record, I didn't take you for one to like being degraded." you mentioned, flicking her clit with your tongue.

She moaned, and pushed your head down, "But I'm glad I know now,"

You continued to talk as you ate her out, the vibrations of your words on her pussy sent shivers throughout her body.

She didn't mind that you were talking, but God, she just wanted you to call her names while praising her. You guys can have a conversation any other time.

"Reader."

"Pretty."

She smiled at the name, "Just eat me out, we can talk normally after."

"Impatient much?" you mumbled, sitting up, resting your hands on her thighs. Fiona whined and reached out for your hands, trying to move them between her legs.

"Why? Please, don't do this right now." she panted, "Don't do what? Use your words, bitch."

"Don't tease right now."

You chuckled and hovered over the brunette, your arm wrapping around her waist as you switched positions.

You lied on your back and had Fiona in your lap. Her hands rested on your chest and yours rested on her waist and thigh.

"Why not?" you asked, "Please? Don't tease right now, please?" she begged. You pretended to think for a moment, "Nah. If you want to cum, do it yourself."

"You mean like ride you or something?" she asked, "I mean, do it yourself. I don't do anything for bitches who act bratty."

Fiona had a feeling in her core now, she liked hearing you talk to her like this. Degrading and mean. She didn't think she'd like being called a bitch. She usually doesn't like being called a bitch by anyone, but it felt different coming out of your mouth.

But the cherry on top, was the way you looked at her when you did. Especially now, with you under her calling her names. She could honestly cum right then and there from your words alone.

Fiona, very nervously, crawled her way up your body and hovered over your face. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Ride." you bluntly stated.

"Ride your face? What if I hurt you or something?" she asked, "You won't hurt me."

"But what if I do?"

"You won't."

"What if I do though?"

"If you don't want to cum then I'll leave."

"Okay! Okay!"

Fiona leveled her pussy just over your mouth, not on it, but just ghosting it.

"Fi."

"..Yeah?"

"Sit."

She sighed, she really didn't want to take that chance of hurting you. She didn't want to hurt you at all.

You grabbed her hips and pulled her down on your face. Your mouth was open, and you were lapping at her pussy like you were starved.

She held herself up against the wall behind her bed and her hips bucked on your face. Her clit would rub against the tip of your nose every now and then.

"I- fuck I thought you didn't do anything for "bitches who act bratty" or are you just a liar?" she asked.

"I'm many things, Fi. But a liar, I ain't." the more you spoke the louder she moaned. Your words sent vibrations through her cunt and throughout her whole body.

"Plus, you're the kind of brat whose too dumb to do shit on her own." you degraded. The dirty words you spewed at her made Fiona's eyes roll to the back of her head.

You licked, sucked and flicked her clit with your tongue as she rode your face. Her thighs clenched around your head and her body tremble when she felt herself cumming all over your tongue, mouth and chin.

She rested on top of you for a moment, you rubbed her back and thighs, letting her take her time. You didn't mind staying in between her legs.

After she caught her breath, she moved from on top of your face and sat in your lap. You sat up and oh my god you looked so fucking sexy.

The way your eyes were still low, evidently filled with lust, your droopy smile, your hair was a mess and you had her cum and juices on your chin. You grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the spots on your chin that you couldn't easily lick off.

Fiona stared at your shirt and played with the hem of it. "You want it?"

"Really?" she asked, hesitant to say 'yes'. She didn't want to ransack you of your clothes just yet. "Yeah, don't worry, I got another under here."

This has been one of the first times Fiona has felt truly happy and at peace with a person. Usually everything goes downhill for her, but ever since she's met you and became great friends with you, her life brightened up.

It's been around an hour or two, the two of you were in the midst of a conversation that you didn't hear the front door open and shut close. You were sitting with your back up against the wall with Fiona sitting between your legs and her back against your chest. She wore your shirt and the two of you passed as cigarette between each other.

"Fi', you don't mind if Mickey.." Ian trailed off as he saw his sister, who was naked waste down, cuddling with his boyfriend's sister.

"Did she say anything?" Mickey shouted, walking up the stairs, Ian quickly closed the door before Mickey could peak in. "She's uh naked."

"So? Move, bitch." Mickey opened the door and saw the scene, "Fucking Gallaghers." he chuckled. Walking over to the two of you. He sat next to you and took the cigarette from you. "Literally, fucking the Gallaghers."

Attention (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Request: hi! I had a request in mind with Carl grimes where like the f! reader is being a brat because they haven’t had sex in a while and she’s starting to become really pent up so she starts acting up and stuff and Carl yk deals with her. And it involves stuff like degradation, oral(f receiving), overstimulation. And then include some aftercare afterwards where he’s all like lovey dovey and shit.

Btw no worries if you can’t write this anytime soon! 🫶🏻

Word Count: 2,017

Warnings: Smut, bratty/mean!Reader, jealous/mean!Carl, some degrading but lots of mean!Carl, biting, teasing, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, aftercare

Notes: Idk loves, I think I like having mean!Carl around. Also, I am so fucking sorry for getting this out extremely late, it won't happen again!

You've never been one to act out. Never been one to be impatient over something so small. Never been one to cause a problem that could've very easily been solved if talked about. But as they say, there's always, always, always, a first for everything.

It's been a little while since you and Carl have done anything intimate. Whether it had been holding hands, cuddling, kissing, or even just sex. You're aware of the huge ongoing and dangerous situation that's going on. The world has gone to shit, and it has been like that for years. So, you know that you can't always live that perfect and peaceful life you dreamed. But you just missed your boy's touch, his smell and presence so much that it started to get to you.

You lacked attention from him, he'd give you a glance and a smile when he could but other than that, you've been sleeping in an empty and cold bed.

It started a couple of weeks ago, your tone and mood shifted whenever you spoke to him. You acted colder to him than to anyone else. He had wondered if he did something to upset his girl, but before he had the chance to ask his dad called him over for help, and since then he had forgotten about it.

You then started getting a little too touchy with some of the guys, especially Ron. That made Carl feel something within, something he hasn't felt before. You've always talked to Ron, you guys were pretty close, but for some reason he felt as if right at that moment there was something else happening that wasn't friend-like.

You've tried almost every way to get Carl to react to you, including flirting with Ron to see if he'd grab you and take you to his room so you could finally feel his touch after so long. But it all failed. You were so close to giving up when you got an idea that wasn't exactly the best.

But if it gave you the possibility to be touched in anyway by your boyfriend, you'd take it.

Carl was in his room, getting dressed to go out on a run. This was your chance to:

A. Have a peaceful conversation and talk to him

Or

B. Make him feel what he unintentionally made you feel

You made sure to wear the hottest and sluttiest outfit you owned. A very short and tight shirt that showed a beautiful amount of cleavage and the miniest skirt you had in your wardrobe. But it was perfect for the weather, as it was a heat wave. So, in your defense, it was the only outfit that kept you cool in this heat!

Before you walked in the room you gave a knock on the door and announced it was you. When you got the green light to come in, you opened the door and closed it behind you.

You made your way to his full body mirror, not saying a word to him as you fixed your hair, face, and just checked yourself out while checking him out in the mirror at the same time.

"What? No 'Hi'?" he joked, walking to you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

If you weren't so upset with how he treated you these past couple of weeks, you would've leaned into his touch and sighed with content, inhaled his scent and enjoy his presence while you had him.

But you kept your composure. You stood your ground and resisted the feeling.

"Hi, Carl." you muttered, focusing on your figure more than his, you knew if you continued to glance his way you'd pounce on him.

"Hi baby," he smiled, leaning in to give your cheek a kiss. When he did you wiped it off with the back of your hand and sighed, "Don't do that, you'll ruin the blush."

Carl's face twisted in confusion, you've never cared when he kissed your face before, whether there was makeup or not. "Sorry," he apologized.

"Sure, how do I look?" you questioned, crossing your arms, making your tits push together and almost spill out of your tiny top. "Beautiful as always. Are you coming with me?" he asked. "No, I'm heading to Ron's."

Carl felt a pang in his heart and gut.

"Why?" he asked, curiosity taking over him.

"To be fucked and stuffed my love." you smiled.

You didn't even get the chance to walk to the door when Carl hooked two of fingers around the belt loop of your shorts and pulled you towards him, your back hitting his chest.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"What?" you asked, tilting your head.

"I must've heard your pretty mouth wrong. Why are you going to Ron's?"

"To be fucked and stuffed." You repeated, looking up at him, "Don't you have somewhere important to be? Like leaving me again for the fourth week in the row?"

The cogs in Carl's head turned and a lightbulb went off, "You're acting like this because I've been busy?"

"No, I'm acting like this because I'm practically in a relationship by myself."

"So, you dress like a whore and tell me you're going to get fucked by your friend? You're funny." he chuckled, turning you so your body would face him.

"I'm not joking. If you won't fuck me, I'll just go to someone who will. Someone who I know would fuck me better than-"

Carl grabbed your jaw and forced you to shut your mouth, "What was that? I couldn't hear you; can you say that again for me?"

You whimpered, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Get on the bed and lay on your back." he said as he let go of your face.

"And if I don't?" you teased, your lips getting closer to his, ghosting over them. "Get the fuck on the bed, bitch."

You giggled and lied down on the bed, he wished he could be mad at you for saying those things. But he can't. He just can't.

You look too beautiful and dreamy with the way you were splayed out on his bed.

"This is funny to you sweetheart?" he asked, hovering over you, kissing your neck and leaving bite marks over the skin. "Just a little," you sighed.

Carl hummed and made his way down to your shorts. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down. He kissed the inside of your thigh and softly bit them.

You were soaked, you just knew there was a wet patch on the middle of your panties from how desperate you were for Carl. He looked up at the wet spot and smirked, "I haven't even started yet, and you're already soaked."

"Not for you, that's for sure." you said, crossing your arms. "Not for me?" he asked.

"No. Not for you."

He hummed at your response and his fingers grazed against your clothed cunt. Your body shivered at his touch, and you sucked in a breath.

He toyed with your clit through your panties and lightly touched it.

He slid your panties to the side and teased your aching, begging, wet hole with a finger.

He moved his hand back and got off of the bed. "What are you doing?" you asked, "Well, you're not wet for me, right? You're wet for him."

"You can go to him to cum." he smiled.

Well, this didn't go as planned. He was supposed to deal with you, but he's just, leaving?

"So, you're leaving your girlfriend here?" you asked, "No, I'm leaving a brat here. Tell my girlfriend I'll be back."

"Your girlfriend is gonna be fucking another guy on your bed." you mumbled, Carl scoffed and turned back to you. He spread your legs and pulled your panties off of your body.

He pushed your legs up to your chest and dipped head low.

You felt his tongue lick and lap at your folds and juices. Drinking you and tasting your essence. You were so horny and pent up from the lack of sex that you didn't need much to cum. His tongue alone was doing the job.

Your whines and moans grew louder and louder, you were so close to cumming on his tongue. Your mind was foggy and empty, the only thing in that head of yours was that you got what you've been missing.

Your moans began to break as you felt yourself about to cum, that's when you felt Carl's tongue leave from between your legs.

"Apologize." he said, "W-What," you stuttered, "Apologize for the things you said."

"Um, I'm s-sorry,"

"Say it like you mean it."

He pushed his knee close to your pussy, the friction making your toes curl.

"I do mean it!" you cried out,

Carl didn't really believe you; he didn't believe you meant it but that's fine. He'll just get it out of you.

He spread your legs once more and dipped his head between your thighs and kept your legs on his shoulders. He shoved two fingers and his tongue in your hole and curled them.

You came all over his tongue and fingers, panting and wiping sweat off of your forehead.

You thought that was all until Carl cleaned his fingers and dove back in. Your hand flew to his head, you were so sensitive right now. You were always sensitive after you came, and Carl knew that he also wanted to take advantage of that.

Again, it didn't take much for you to cum, but each time you did he would just go back in. He wouldn't give you a break and you started to feel tears fall down your face from the stimulation.

"Apologize and this will be the last one. If I don't believe you, we'll just keep going."

He's been repeating that over and over and over again. You've apologized more than you can count on both hands.

"I didn't mean it! I didn't mean when I said I was going to fuck Ron! I-I didn't mean it when I said he was better!" your whines broke your sentence up so much, you sounded so pretty, and looked so slutty.

So messy.

Your hair clung to your skin, your mascara ran down your face and you were shining with a coat of sweat. Your skin was hot, and your cheeks were flushed. You were a mess. And it was all because of him.

You felt Carl smile and he made you cum one last time before kissing up your sweaty legs, stomach, chest, neck and face. "You want anything? Water or a snack?" he asked, "Water.." you said, your voice not even above a whisper.

Carl left his room to grab a cup of water and some snacks. He gave you the water as he went to run a cool bath for you. He came back to his room and picked you up bridal style. "Can't wait to carry you up like this through the threshold." he chuckled sweetly.

He sat you down on the tub and helped you take your shirt off and wiped your makeup off for you.

"Get in, let me clean you." he softly spoke. His tone was different from before, guess he just matched the energy you were giving him before.

You sat in the tub as Carl lathered your body in soap and cleaned you off. He was so sweet to you. He wouldn't hurt you, not on accident, never on purpose. "I'm sorry for the way I acted." you spoke up, breaking the silence.

"It's okay love. You were just upset that I haven't been treating you like my girlfriend and I understand that. But say shit like fucking Ron again and I'm beating him and fucking you like a whore."

You smiled and giggled at his words, "You'd like that," he said, shaking his head, "I would."

"Freak." he joked.

It was times like these that made you remember that he in fact did love you. Even when you acted out and got moody, he still loved you and cared for you deeply.

THAT KOBY FIC HAS ME SCREWAMINGGGGGG JGHHJJKKLUGHH

Finally going through my inbox and AAAHHHHH THANK YOUUUU. I have been CRAVING that man so badly and no one was really writing for him and it's like HELLO????? NOT WRITING FOR KOBY SHOULD BE A CRIME ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S PLAYED BY MORGAN!

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of course you can, just let me know what it is you want!