#Mickey drabble

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji is okay with you not making eye-contact with him during sex because he knows that you're just overwhelmed, right? it's because he simply loves to feel your lips against his skin when you hide your face in the crook of his neck because that's how he knows he's taking good care of you, right?

fuck no.

those are not the only reasons.

if you look toji in the eyes while he's fucking you, he will cream his pants like a fucking teenager who's just seen a pair of tits for the first time.

when he has you on your back with your heels digging into his lower back and with your hands clawing at your back, his own arms barely supporting his body as he sinks into you; you look beautiful like this – a layer of sweat covers your body and he thinks about licking it all up, your bitten lips are parted and the sounds that spill from you cloud toji's mind like a drug. you're writhing and you're squirming, squeezing around his cock so tight that he feels like he's about to pass out.

and then... your eyes.

eyebrows scrunched together, you stare up at him and toji thinks he's going to die instead. tears brim in the corners while your pupils are blown wide, a mix of pleasure and adoration swimming in the dark orbs as he brings you closer and closer to another high. oh, he thinks you look like a fucking painting. like you belong in a museum.

the way you're looking at him is making his cock twitch inside you and that in turn makes you blink at him. you flutter your eyelashes while pressing your heels deeper into his back, silently begging for more.

"f-fuck..."

toji's head falls as he squeezes his own eyes shut. he feels like he's on fire. he feels like he's about to fucking explode. he's going to cum just because you're looking at him with nothing else but love in your eyes. he feels stupid for it – a little embarrassed that such a simple thing is getting to him so easily, but when he feels your hand on his jaw, cradling him like he's something that could break – the shame fades.

the combination of meeting your gaze once again, the care in them, and the love you offer him, makes the knot in his belly snap.

you caress his cheek as you hold your eyes on him, eager to watch him unfold in front of you. a fucked out smile makes its way to your lips and toji's heart skips a beat at the sight. he's never felt weaker, he's never felt more loved. oh, you're something alright.

he also can't handle your eyes whenever you're giving him head. he simply cannot do it. he does love watching you, he really fucking loves it – how you screw your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrowing as you concentrate on your breathing. how the drool pools in the corners of your mouth and how it dribbles down your chin. how your whole body twitches when you gag around him. how small your hand looks on him, how you massage his heavy balls. how pretty you look while doing it all – he's obsessed.

but the second you open your eyes and look back up at him... he's throwing his head back and hiding behind his arm. and while the view of his neck does get you to rub your own thighs together in want – it's not enough.

you want more.

taking your lips off his cock and ignoring the line of spit that connects you to it, you patiently wait for him to look at you. you even stop jerking him off, just resting your hand around his base. his dick twitches and another glob of pre-cum trickles from his tip.

"toji?"

your voice is as sweet as ever and he knows it's a trap. he grumbles back at you in hopes of convincing you to continue, but he's wrong. merely giving his base a squeeze, you watch how the older man buck his hips into your fist.

"look at me."

he won't, he won't, he won't. you're evil, you're awful, you wish to torture him until he dies. this is how it all ends for him. he won't.

"please..."

his balls twitch and his his body burns. he needs to cum so fucking bad but he hates looking like an actual old man, who can't keep his shit together.

"look at me, baby."

it's more of a demand now and he can't resist you. he never has and he never will. whatever you say goes – if you tell him to jump off a damn cliff, he will do so. if you want to break him just like you're doing right this moment, then so be it. he's all yours.

his arm falls from in front of his face and his green eyes crack open to the most glorious sight in the world. you look completely fucked out and your hair is a mess, your lips and your chin are all covered in spit and he thinks of you as an angel of some sort.

you give him a smile and his hips buck into your fist again, but you don't tease him for it – you want him to feel good. so you press a kiss to his sticky tip as you hold his lust-filled gaze and it's enough for him to blow his load all over your gorgeous face.

you lap at his tip like a kitten, collecting the few drops that threaten to escape while still pumping him with your one hand and massaging his balls with the other. toji grips the sheets below with both his hands – his fingers tug at the material so hard that they almost rip but neither of you care.

you worshipping his cock, or better yet worshipping him, is baffling to him. but he's not complaining. you take him into your mouth again, eyes still on his, you wrap your lips wrap around his tip and push him into overstimulation.

curses tumble from his scarred lips like they're the only words he knows and you can't help but smile while still having him him in your mouth. you're covered in his cum and now you're fucking grinning up at him – he really does think he's about to pass away. there's no way this is real, that you're not something his mind conjured up to plague him with. your hands feel godly and your mouth feels so fucking warm. no, this is it – he's officially dying.

taking your lips off of him with a pop, your smile widens even more as you give him an 'ahhh!' as if you've just had the best meal of your life and toji doesn't waste a second before pushing off the bed.

"fuck, come here."

his knees hit the floor with a thud as he lunges at you like a starved beast. he grabs your cheeks and pulls you toward him, smashing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. he needs to feel you, he needs to taste you. he needs to love you.

he needs to give you his all.

[dilf-hunter-fantasies]

[900 words of fluff and cock worship]

daydreaming about…

Older boyfriend Joel who is so patient and tender with you. He slips out of the bedroom without turning on a light in the mornings, not wanting to disturb your sleep. But he never forgets to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, murmuring something sweet, before he leaves.

And on the weekends it’s the same. Except he comes back in an hour or two, just to leave a coffee on the nightstand for you. Doting without smothering, or risking your morning attitude.

Some days you don’t wake up until you smell the earthy coffee, steam still swirling from the mug. But most of the time he barely makes it to the doorway before you croak out a quiet, “Wait.”

“Come here,” you lilt in your rich timbered morning voice, stretching your arms toward him. It never gets old to him, no, he thinks it’s one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard. One of the most heavenly sights.

You can only grin lazily at him. Your gaze drags down, over his handsome smile, over the rippling muscles of his chest and arms under his worn tee, and skimming over the bulge in his loose sweats.

You scoot toward the middle of the bed, hold up the cover, inviting him into the warmth you’ve been nestled in. He climbs in and scoops you onto the broad plane of his chest.

“Morning, pretty girl,” he rumbles beneath you, voice deep as the ocean. It’s so serene to be in his strong arms. Nobody has ever grounded you like this, anchored you, physically and emotionally.

It’s not that being older makes him smarter or wiser than you, rather, he’s the first to brag about your accomplishments or support your goals. It’s the way that time has taught him gratitude.

Joel is present with you. So alive. Flesh and blood, warm and firm. He’s not in a rush, not sacrificing his energy chasing benchmarks or brushing you off to prove something.

He’s there with you.

Sometimes he just holds you in a peaceful quiet. You listen to his breathing and his heartbeat. Until the sun gets higher in the sky and the world comes to life.

But most of the time you can’t resist wiggling your hips against him and biting your lip. Fucking with him, just until you feel his dick start to stir.

Joel’s heart flutters at your breathy giggles, but when your laughter is cut off with a gasp, the heat rushes lower. He likes the game you play, always teasing him and acting surprised at how fiercely he wants you. How badly he needs you. It never takes long before he’s rock hard, straining against his sweats, precum leaving a little dark patch against the soft material between you.

Sometimes everything stays slow and syrupy, just grinding and rubbing against each other until Joel can’t take it anymore. Until he has to roll you over so he can sink into your soft, warm cunt. Sometimes you take turns spoiling each other with greedy hands and mouths until you’re both sweating and sticking to each other.

But sometimes you do this thing that sends him right over the edge. You sit up and perch your ass on the meat of his thighs, far enough down that you can pull at his waistband freeing his throbbing cock. The way you grin just playing with it makes him dizzy.

You’re so fucking hot without even trying.

You’re always fascinated by his dick, hard or soft.

Always amused with the bounce it makes when you let go of his shaft and the weight makes it slap against his lower belly. You like the mess of it, the precum that beads, and rolls from his slit, the string of it connecting to the dark hair on his stomach. You’re easily infatuated by the heat of his length in your palm, the silky smooth skin, the veins and the angry red tip. The lust on your face is unmistakable.

Joel could cum just seeing the ardor in your eyes and the greedy way you wet your lips. But then, matching his gaze and lowering your body, you lick a hot, wet stripe from base to tip. His entire body shudders, overwhelmed with the heavenly bliss.

When you finally envelop him in the wet furnace of your mouth, he’s on another planet, groaning and praising you, encouraging you with a massive palm wrapped around the back of your head. Completely at your mercy, he’ll do anything you want. You get him so blissed out he’s nearly incoherent.

He rarely lasts long enough to fuck you properly on those mornings. But when you finally let him get his hands between your legs he could nearly cum a second time just feeling how wet you are.

Drenched.

So absurdly turned on, he barely gets to sink his thick digits inside of you before you’re gasping and crying out his name. But you love it. Nobody has ever made you burn with such intensity and ache with such desire.

And he’s generous. Joel never stops until you’re tugging at his wrist, pulling his arm away as you tremble and spasm.

And some days when you come back to yourself and find yourself staring into his deep brown eyes you think you’d like to spend your mornings like this for the rest of your life.

🍒 🌸

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[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Freckle face

When Ian flipped him over, he stared a little too long at Mickey's face. A sharp the fuck you lookin’ at was on the tip of his tongue, his mood souring a little. He thought he was gonna fucked senseless, or at least a good fuckin’ makeout, not Gallagher’s lips stretching into a dopey smile. 

“Holy shit,” he said in awe. 

“What?” Mickey snapped. 

“You have freckles.” 

Fuck. 

Mickey’s weren’t as visible as Ian’s were, or rather used to be from how they kinda lightened up since his time working at Kash and Grab, but they came out a little more in the summertime. Honestly, he would’ve thought Ian woulda seen ‘em before now. 

“Whatever, man,” he grumbled. He was gonna turn over if not for Ian taking his face by the chin with one hand. “The fuck-” 

“I never noticed them before,” he said, sounding almost giddy by the discovery. 

“So fucking what?” Mickey scowled. “You gonna finish what you started?” 

But Ian wasn't thinking about that at all. He grinned, using his thumb to trace along Mickey's cheek. “You're so damn cute, Mick.” 

It was spoken so earnestly, Ian's smile was one of adoration. Mickey felt a flush creeping up his face. Nobody ever said things like that to him before, and here Ian was, marveling over some damn freckles. 

“I ain't cute,” Mickey muttered, his gaze tearing away from Ian's face to look over at the wall. 

“You’re cute,” Ian disagreed, noses brushing against each other’s. One hand came to hold the back of his head, tilting his own so he could softly kiss Mickey. “So fucking cute....” 

[sluttygallavich]

Galladrabbles: to be with you

Thanks to @sweetbee78 for this week's song prompt, "To Be with You" by Mr. Big, and thanks always to @galladrabbles. I was inspired by one line in particular. Lmao. So here is...something...

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“Let me show you.”

Ian pries the sheets from Mickey’s grip, tangling their fingers together and guiding their hands to Mickey’s abdomen. 

“Feel—” Ian pants, pressing Mickey’s palm against his own sweat-slicked skin. Ian continues to thrust long and hard and fucking perfect. “Do you feel it too? How deep inside I am.” 

Mickey is too far gone, eyes squeezed tight and back arching off the bed, to really understand what Ian is saying—

But then there. Unmistakable. Ian’s hard cockhead pressing up against his hand from deep inside.

Oh! Mickey’s eyes fly open as his orgasm rips through him.

[secret-gallavich]

This is such a fun prompt thanks @atthedugouts @galladrabbles

Prompt: coworkers au

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Mickey fucking HATES his coworker.

His name is Ian. He ate Mickeys lunch once like a year ago and Mickey is still mad about it. He’s always got a pep in his step. Gets all his work done on time and signs his emails with a smiley face.

They also hooked up at the company Christmas party and now Mickey can’t stand to even look in his direction which is awesome now that he’s transferred to a new branch.

Mickey looks up from his desk as a box is placed down and stares into green eyes.

‘Oh for fucks sake!’

[svltzmans]

illicit affairs - f.g.

a/n: hi! here's a cute little blurb based on a request i got recently 😁 i'm kinda obsessed with this fiona x milkovich! reader concept

warnings: making out (i think that's it) (oh and also this is unedited) (but you probably knew that already lmao)

"mmmph, fiona," y/n slurs between kisses from her girlfriend. "you're so perfect."

fiona smiles against y/n's lips, not wasting any time pressing hers against them again.

fiona and y/n had decided to keep their relationship under wraps for a while, not wanting to create any commotion.

considering that fiona had never dated a woman before and that their brothers were dating, it would be quite a shock.

nonetheless, the chemistry between them was too strong, and became undeniable.

luckily, it had been possible for them to spend time together when the kids were at school or when fiona was able to sneak off.

fiona climbs on top of y/n, the kiss heating up by the second.

fiona and y/n are too captivated by each other for either of them to hear fiona's bedroom door opening.

"hey fiona, mickey and i are gonna go to- oh, what the fuck?"

it's ian, and he's standing in the doorway with his mouth agape.

behind him is mickey, y/n's younger brother, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

fiona practically leaps off y/n's lap, knowing they had been caught.

"i, um, ian, i thought you were out for the day?" fiona mutters, flustered by the situation.

"you guys don't knock around here?" y/n jests, trying to provide comic relief. fiona giggles, but ian and mickey are still frozen in shock.

"okay hold on a minute, you two are... fucking? or what?" mickey speaks, gesturing with his hands as he does.

"um, more than that," fiona responds first, noticing that y/n appears slightly unnerved by her brother's reaction.

ian and mickey look at each other, both cracking a smile.

"we both thought we were the gay siblings, jesus," ian laughs, the rest of the room following.

"no better connection than a gallagher and a milkovich, i guess," mickey adds, looking at ian. "right ian?" he says, giving his boyfriend a gentle smack on the ass.

"at least we got a room, unlike you two freaks," fiona quips.

"at least we told you we were dating," ian teases, hoping for a reaction from his sister.

he gets one, with fiona standing and starting to chase him.

left alone in the room, mickey and y/n look at each other for a few seconds.

"y/n?" mickey breaks the silence first.

"yeah?"

"if ian's sister..."

"fiona," y/n interrupts.

"yeah, fiona, whatever, if she hurts you..."

"you don't have to be so protective, mickey. she is to me what ian is to you. you know that."

mickey softens, swallowing the rest of his words.

"fine. just, lock the door if you ever have her over to our house, would you?"

[theluigianapurchase]

@galladrabbles prompt

keeper

Mickey knew that when Ian was manic there was nothing he could do to change his mind. When he made up his mind that was it, whether it was building a shed in their yard, running 10 miles at four in the morning, or driving cross country with fifty dollars in his pocket and half a tank of gas. But Mickeys lost him so many times, too many times, so when Ian smirks and says ‘get in the car’ he doesn’t hesitate to pull the door handle and slide in. Because damn it if he wasn’t going to keep him.

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (lots of hand-mouth fuckery)

some are born performers, made to be perceived, intrinsically commanding attention. everything about sukuna drew the spotlight, every pair of eyes landing on him another step he took higher in his ever-ascending ego.

so it came as no surprise that he adored when you watched him pleasure himself.

he knew his own body well, an intimate understanding of exactly where to touch, grab, pinch, bite. every place his fingertips grazed was purposeful, a slow, tantalizing path closer and closer and closer.

when the flesh of his palms opens to reveal sticky, drooling tongues, he guides them with ease along his skin, tracing the deep lines of his tattoos, following their paths down between his legs.

a gentle lick to the tip of his twitching cock.

lips wrapped around his heavy balls.

before you can believe it, saliva coats his skin, mixing with the precum rolling down his length, reflecting in the low light of his bedroom.

candlelight glimmers behind your eyes, traveling over the contours of his chest, unable to stray from his movements. he hadn’t even touched you, and yet you found yourself panting, skin burning hot.

his own gaze is locked on your face, the utter awe behind it. through a smirk, he lets out a low grunt - and you, you can’t help but whimper at the sound (just the reaction he was hoping for).

you don’t even need him to touch you anymore - you need to touch him.

against your better judgement, your arm extends towards him; it’s not even hesitant, you know what you need, it feels foolish to deny it when he’s right here, within arm’s reach-

but sukuna can’t let you interrupt the show. he immediately smacks you away with one of his free hands, silently scolding you, as if you should know better.

(and you do - but you just couldn’t help yourself. it’s not even your fault, not really - not when he looks so fucking ethereal, shadows dancing along the flexing muscles of his arms as they circle his cocks, abs tensing with each purposeful motion of the tongues writhing from his palms)

by now, there’s drool pooling along the corner of your own lips. sukuna is quick to point out just how ravished you already seem with a chuckle. “enjoying the show?” his low voice easily fills the space, as though he was the only thing you’ve ever heard, the only thing you’ll ever need to hear again.

your mouth is dry as you nod. within the kimono draped over your hips, you futilely attempt to adjust your position to quell the ache growing inside you, legs rubbing together as you shift along the comforter.

maroon eyes flit below your waist - perhaps the sign of your arousal was more visible under the dim light than you anticipated (or perhaps he can simply read the eagerness on your face).

he sighs through a sly grin. a free hand reaches to your place on the bed, before a sudden wetness licks up your inner thigh. you shudder in expectation as he purrs, “but what’s a show without its audience, after all?”

[dimlylittorch]

i love throwing you guys these little blurbs like an old man feeding the pigeons

18+ drabble MDNI

My Masterlist🌱

John Price x pre-op!transmasc!reader

small synopsis: john price is your older boyfriend.. who isn’t as technologically savvy as you are.

Tonight was going to be a fun night. John was away for the night, handling some business overnight while you sat cozied up in your bed with your favorite drink and a cheesy romance film playing on the tv. You had just done an everything shower, every cream applied and every part of your body scrubbed- you felt perfectly clean and content. And the best part? You even bothered to put on clean, warm sheets. A perfect night through and through.

But what was even better about tonight, was a package came today. A new vibrator that you had ordered, nothing too crazy- accompanied by a small bottle of lube, just to explore a little. You’d only ever used your trusty vibe that you found as a teen, sticking with what worked. But now you were older and you wanted to branch out a little. That’s what other people did, right?

You and John hadn’t been dating for very long, and you hadn’t quite gotten very intimate yet. Make out sessions, a little grinding, a good starting point- but not quite to the big finish. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to try a new toy, especially since the two of you weren’t quite there. You opened the new box, plugged it in and sat on your bed. Waiting. And waiting. These things weren’t exactly quick to charge, you know. You mindlessly fiddled with the hem of your oversized shirt, sighing as you watched the little light flash over and over, signaling it wasn’t done charging yet. It was agony- all you wanted to do was lay back and have a hopefully good orgasm.

Meanwhile John was hunched over his desk at the office, rubbing his eyes so hard he saw spots. He was exhausted, really- just wishing he could stop by your place and spend the night with you. You always knew how to make him feel better, holding onto him like a big teddy bear and playing with his hair, fixing him little snack trays and silly drinks. He adored how you still maintained that little bit of innocence- one he had lost a while ago. Sitting back in his chair, his mind kept straying to you. And eventually? He gave in. Work could wait.

You knew it in your gut- it was almost done charging. It had to be, right? It’s been what- twenty minutes? Surely it was almost-

A knock on your door.

Any semblance of patience you had quickly faded, tossing your covers off and huffing as you walked to your door. Yanking it open and slightly glaring up at John, who seeing your demeanor immediately had an apologetic smile on his face.

“Love?” He asks hesitantly.

“I’m busy.” You say plainly. “Like- really busy.”

He looks over your form with a small smirk, clearly not believing you. “I won’t bother you, lovie. Just let me get a snack, hm?”

You sigh softly. God this man knew how to work you. ‘Just a little snack’ and soon enough he’d be in your bed holding one of your plushies. You step back, leaving the door open for him before turning and walking back to the bedroom.

He chuckles softly, closing and locking the door before taking his coat and shoes off, leaving them by the entrance. He followed you into the bedroom, smiling as he sees you sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to your charging port. He walked over, sitting next to you and his eyes flitted to what you were staring at. A light pink- machine- with the tip of it shaped like a mouth.

“Dove” he muttered faintly, confusion written across his face. “What the bloody hell is that?”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you pout. “My new toy.” You mutter. “It’s taking forever to charge.”

His head tilts a little as he looks at it, before shifting his gaze to you. “A toy?” He murmurs faintly. “Like.. a sex toy?”

You look up at him, your head tilting as well. “..yeah?” You say faintly. “Like- you know. A vibrator.”

He stares at you for a few moments before nodding a little, grunting and shifting his gaze downcast. “Right. Right.” He mutters. “Vibrator.” He repeats to himself, testing the words out on his tongue.

You let out a faint breath as you watch him, your eyes narrowing. “You know what a vibrator is, right?”

He quickly scoffs, playfully bumping your shoulder. “Christ in heaven- of course I know what it is. I just- haven’t exactly seen one in a while. Let alone one that looked like that..”

You laugh, shaking your head with amusement. “Fucking hell- I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had to explain a vibrator to you.” You smile. Looking back at the toy, your smile immediately grows when you see that the light is no longer flickering. “Thank god- it’s done.” You beam as you hop over and grab it. Glancing towards the bed, your eyes pause on John and your smile falls. “Oh.” You whisper. “I can’t.. well. Damn it.” You sigh. “I was gonna.. you know. Try it out.”

John’s cheeks flush slightly and he clears his throat, slowly standing up from the bed. “W-well- I won’t stop you, love.” He says quietly. “I can.. stay in the living room. Out of the way.”

You think about it for a moment, eventually sighing. “I can’t just- kick you out like a cat in the rain.” You murmur. “I mean.. do you just want to- I don’t know. Get off together?”

He coughs slightly at your words, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Is that what kids these days do?” He chuckles weakly. “Usually we would just.. you know. The bases. There wasn’t any of that fancy stuff.”

You chuckle, moving to sit on the bed with a smile. “It’ll be fun. Tons of people do it, yeah?” You reassure him. “And if you’re not into it we can just watch a movie.”

It didn’t take long for him to strip down to his boxers, gently slipping into bed next to you. It had been a few years since he’d been so.. open with someone else. It was definitely more nerve wracking than he remembered. Watching you get comfortable, your hand holding your new toy slipping between your thighs- fuck. It was going to be a long night.

[jesuistrestriste]

goodnight challengersblr, i will be dreaming about doing an eiffel tower with mickey 17 and mickey 18. mickey 17 will be between us

[heymrspatel]

Look, Ian, Mickey, and Mandy go to a Sox game when she visits and the kiss cam shows Mandy and Ian and then?

anna hi! omg i love this heehee!

cue the battle of three completely different facial expressions!

ian: wide toothy smile, crinkly eyes, rosy cheeked! completely tickled by the concept of being on camera with his best friend! a silly guy! my god, what a memory for them, something to laugh at for years to come. "remember when we were on the kiss cam? how fun was that?!"

mandy: the most mischievous smirk you could ever imagine! the side eye of the century. oh ho boy, that girl is gloating. everyone around her is surprised she hasn't broken out into an evil laugh yet. that's all that's missing as her hand comes up to rest on ian's shoulder. time to mess with her shithead of a brother! time to shine!

mickey: if "OH. FUCK. NO." had a face, it would be this one. eyebrows absolutely fighting for their life. they shoot straight up, they come crashing down. gasps echo all around them as The Scowl comes out. pure and utter disgust on his face. a pause. hands flailing accompanied by an "AAAYYY!!!"

the jumbotron shows a girl, a goofy guy, and an arm. shooting out from the right and yanking the guy sideways. the cameraperson gets with it, pans to where the arm has claimed their guy. and there. fully engrossed in the hottest kiss that ballpark has ever seen, are ian and mickey. holding faces, backwards caps, smiling and proud.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

yuuta gets so flustered whenever you sit on his lap – he just doesn't know what to do with himself:((((

you're laughing alongside with maki and nobara, your back to your boyfriend; your hips glued to yuuta's and the poor boy feels like he's on fire. he's trying so hard to focus on anything other than your ass right on top of his cock but it's simply impossible. it's taking him everything to keep listening to the conversation between yuuji and megumi; his eyes trained over your shoulders, on the way your lips stretch wider and wider with every word that tumbles from nobara's mouth. yuuta's glad you're having fun.

but he wishes he was having fun, too. how could he be if he's a breath away from popping the fattest boner right in front of his friends? a deep blush settles across his nose and his cheeks and he just hopes that the other's won't notice.

his impatient fingers dig into your waist and you immediately turn to him with wide eyes, making yuuta regret his decision to do so. you ask him whether he's okay, whether he wants anything and he feels like a proper pervert – you're just trying to make sure he's enjoying himself while he's here, thinking about how wet and warm and tight you'd feel around his aching cock.

shivers run up his back when your hand finds the back of his neck, fingers twirling in the dark strands of hair as you quip a sweet little 'hm?' at him. yuuta lets his eyes close in a desperate try to get his shit together. puppies, kittens, flowers. he has to think about anything other than you. bed, candy, kissing. fuck, that's not–

yuuta's eyes crack open the second he feels you wriggle your hips. just once, but it's enough to send another wave of blush all over his body. and the situation only gets worse when he sees your sticky, honeyed smile. oh, you know exactly what you're doing.

swiveling your hips again, yuuta's fingers sink into your waist almost painfully, his pretty lips parted as he mouths a 'please' at you. the need pooling in his eyes makes you giggle, catching the attention of your friends again. you turn back to them with a big grin, your body melting deeper into yuuta's while continuing on with the conversation as if nothing happened. as if you can't feel how hard your boyfriend is.

an almost silent whine brushes the shell of your ear as yuuta tries to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his face heating up even more when he hears you defend him by saying that he's simply tired. he tries to get a bit more comfortable by spreading his legs but that only makes you sink lower, closer to his bulge. yuuji calls out to him and he dreads raising his head from the comfort of your skin, knowing that if the pink-haired boy doesn't notice his pained face then megumi surely will. fuck, you're killing him – still smiling wide, you wriggle your hips every time you laugh, freely torturing your sweetheart of a boyfriend.

but he can't even be mad, can he? he loves you, and he loves when you do stuff like this. he's harder than ever and feeling a little dirty for being like this; pre-cum stains his boxers while he's sitting here with his friends. he knows you'll tease him for it later, too. call him pathetic, call him cute.

he's never been more excited to go home.

[gallavichthoughts]

Shut up and kiss me.

Summary: Mickey is a jealous fucker. First kiss. Sort of piggy backing off of the show, mostly made up.

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Mickey was torn.

He didn't want to seem like a little bitch, or like he was too attached to the boy he'd been sleeping with for almost three months now, not even including his stint in juvie. He was, was the thing. If he wasn't so afraid of being with someone, and mostly of his father, he probably would've handcuffed himself to him and stayed with him constantly.

That was a scary thought.

Ian Gallagher came into his life like a hurricane. All red headed and freckles, high cheekbones and a silly grin and a laugh that had his head spinning and his world turning upside down with want. He would've said he was annoying. Would've told anyone that he hated him, that he wanted to beat the shit out of him every time they saw each other. It would be a lie.

The first day it happened, it was an accident. A total, complete accident that Mickey still relives when he's especially horny and thinking of the other times couldn't quite get him there. That first time was special. One second he was about to beat him with a tire iron that the red headed boy brought to defend himself and the next he had was stripping his clothes off himself. He made the first move. He wanted to do it. And when it was all over, Ian had tried to kiss him, Mickey had warned him that he'd lose his tongue.

If you'd asked Mickey, that was his first mistake. Letting himself give in to temptation that he'd felt towards this boy since his sister claimed to be dating him was a massive terrible mistake. Because now he felt things he couldn't fucking afford to feel.

He wouldn't change it. Even if he could. That was the scariest part.

Now, he's torn between ripping the guy that's flirting with Ian's head off, or laying claim right now. He ended up doing neither one.

Mickey eyed the young guy at the register of the Kash 'N Grab. He was leaned in close to Ian, too close for Mickey's comfort if he did say so himself. Ian had gotten him a job as security of the store not long after the owner had fucking shot him over a candy bar. For some reason, the wife of that guy had decided that Mickey could really help them keep thieving down after Ian had proposed the idea.

Mickey stepped a little closer with his fists balled up. "So tonight at 7? At the diner? I'll meet you there?" The guy had asked his redheaded, even if that wasn't even really the case, "Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there!"

No, this wouldn't do. Ian was going out with someone tonight, because Mickey was emotionally unavailable. He really couldn't have that. He'd been pining after this boy for so long, has had him pounding into him more times than he could count at this point, and the thought of someone else having that had Mickeys head all fucked up.

Once the man had left, Ian had met Mickey's eyes with a raised eyebrow at the look on his face.

Anger. Annoyance. Jealousy. Rage. Mickey had to look away before all of those feelings boiled over and he said or did something stupid.

"You gonna go out with that queer?" Mickey had asked conversationally as he scanned his eyes over the bags of chips as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Yeah. I'm going out with him again." Ian sipped a beer that he had gotten from the coolers in the store and looked down at the magazine he had been flipping through. Peoples Magazine. How Mickey never noticed he was gay before the tire iron incident, he'd never fucking know.

"Again?" Mickey asked incredulously, "As in. Another time? As in, you've been out with him before?" Mickey couldn't believe how heavy the pit of his stomach suddenly felt.

"Three times now. This will be the fourth. He's nice." Ian couldn't seem less bothered. He was though, Mickey knew him better than that. There was a reason he was seeing someone else all of a sudden. Before, he'd beg Mickey for scraps of affection. Attention. Mickey never gave him what he asked for. He'd bend over for him, he'd suck his cock, but he didn't do hugs. Or kissing. Or even holding hands. He did hot, quick and dirty and that was it. Ian was never that type of guy, they'd had that conversation many times before. How much Ian had wanted more and Mickey had made him leave every single time. Mickey's head snapped up at his words and they were staring into each other's eyes again.

"What do you even see in that fucking loser, anyway?"

Ian finally set the magazine down in a harsh gesture. He couldn't have this conversation sitting down, so he stood and began walking towards the coolers to do a random, not at all time yet, inventory check. He'd fidget and give this all away. Mickey knew him too well for this, as weird as that sounds. They get each other. They'd actually become pretty decent friends over the course of their arrangement. Mickey knew it was becoming not enough for Ian though. He could tell in his eyes every time they were putting clothes on. He could practically see the words 'kiss me' going through Ian's head when it was time for him to leave.

He never did.

Mickey walked towards them as well and stepped right in front of Ian so he had to look at him again. He didn't want him to be able to run from talking about this. Which was foreign for Mickey to be on that end of things.

"Fuck. I don't know, Mick. He's nice to me. He takes me out. He buys me things that make him think of me, he doesn't leave directly after sex," he trailed off, "He isn't afraid to kiss me."

And there it is. The words he knew had been coming, but wished they wouldn't. The sharp stab of something resembling guilt crept up his body and into his chest.

Mickey didn't respond for a long time. They let the words settle in the air but their eye contact never dissipated.

"So, what? You're looking for prince charming, Red?" Mickey snorted but the sound of his voice surprised even himself. He sounded agitated, but he also sounded sad. That wasn't good. That was weak, and now Ian's heard it.

"No, Mick. I'm not looking for a prince. I'm looking for someone who wants me. Not my dick."

And there goes Mickey's heart breaking again.

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Mickey was laying on his couch watching the clock. Seven was coming up soon, and he just couldn't sit here and let Ian go on a fourth date, he'd decided. Sure, the knowledge that Ian had fucked this dickhead already was fucking with his mind, but it was Mickey's own issues that had them able to see other people. He knew this was his fault. He knew he had to fix it.

He knew Ian felt something for him. He could see it in the way the younger boy looked at him. His eyes lit up, his smile was almost permanent. He was a little fidgety every time, almost like he was nervous. Sometimes, he looked like he wanted to reach out and touch, but knew that he risked a punch to his face. Mickey could throw up at the thought of Ian seeing him in that light.

He shrugged on his jacket to fight off the biting cold of Chicago and his shoes at exactly 6:45. It would take him seven minutes to get there, but he wanted to make sure he was there before Ian was. Before Mr. Leather Jacket and Skinny Jeans showed up with his redhead on his arm. Mickey knew how this was going to go, and he felt almost bad for the dude with Ian. Almost.

When they walked in the door, the first thing he noticed was that Ian looked gorgeous. Light wash jeans that hugged his legs perfectly and a long sleeve gray shirt that brought out his pretty eyes. Mickey knew it brought out his eyes from so far away, because he's seen the shirt on him before. He'd been fucked the night he'd seen Ian wearing wearing that shirt, he thought smugly. The second thing he noticed was the other man's arm around Ian's waist. First pang of anger. The last thing he noticed, and quite possibly the reason things went down the way they did, is seeing Ian's arm around his shoulder and squeezing his bicep. Oh, fuck no, he thought to himself as he stood up from the table they'd put him at.

He ordered food and drinks just to not waste his waitresses time, or get kicked out, but that all was left behind with money and as much a tip as he could afford as the jealous Mickey trudged his way towards the 'happy couple'. Ian didn't look as happy with whatever this dudes name is as he did with Mickey. No gleam in his eye. Maybe that was his brain telling him that, but either way. Ians mouth dropped open as Mickey stood there.

"Ian. Can we talk." Mickey asked. He made it a point not to make any eye contact with the man Ian was out with. He would've knocked him the fuck out on the spot and he knew it. He wasn't worried about jail, honestly, because in Southside you don't call police for fights. You handle it yourself.

"No. I'm with Ryan." Ian shrugged and went to move past him. Mickey grabbed his arm.

"Ian-" Ryan, how fitting for the douchiest looking guy in the world, lifted his hand up to speak but Ian was grabbing it and yanking it down. He knew Mickey all too well to let him do something like that and piss Mickey off.

"Got something to say, Bryan?" He asked as he took a step closer to the man so they were toe to toe, "Because I'd change my mind if I were you."

Ian rubbed his hands over his face as Ryan got into Mickeys face as well. "My boyfriend here said no, so back the fuck off." Mickey looked like he'd been slapped, but it switched to fury so fast Ian couldn't believe it.

"He's not my boyfriend, Mick. Calm the fuck down." Ian said quickly to keep him from swinging and to really let him know that Ian hasn't moved on. He hasn't. Mickey didn't even look at him. The anger on his face was only getting worse. "Mickey." He'd tried again and grabbed Mickey's hand. He yanked it away and balled it up. Oh fuck, Oh God, Ian thought, he's about to hit Ryan.

He was right. Mickey reared back and shot his fist forward into Ryan's eye with practiced ease and watched him collapse onto the ground. He jumped on top of him and got one more hit in, maybe two before familiar hands wrapped around his middle and yanked him up with a force he couldn't fight against. "Mick, let's fucking go," he'd yelled as Mickey attempted to fight against him once he saw the man wasn't out for the count. In fact, he was already getting up.

"You fucking dick!" Ryan screamed loudly as Ian hauled Mickeys feet off of the floor and out of the diner with one arm around his waist. It would've turned him on if he wasn't so fucking angry. Next thing he knew, his back was against the wall down an alley and Ian's arms were by his head, caging him in.

"Fuck you," Ian spat in his face, but Mickey grinned. There was that gleam in his boys eyes that he noticed only came around when he was looking directly at Mickey. He'd watched him interact with Mandy. It wasn't there then. It sure as hell wasn't there when he was wrapped around Ryan. That was reserved for him. "Why the fuck are you even here? You plan on hitting everyone I fucking date now?" He was hurt. He was angry. He was confused. But something deep down inside of him was singing at the fact that Mickey came for him.

""I'm here because I don't want him to have you. I don't want anyone fucking having you!"

"The fuck? Even though you don't want me? You don't want me, but no one else can? Do you fucking see how fucked up that is? How fucked up I am over you and this whole 'i can't do relationships' bullshit, I can't keep-"

As nervous as Mickey was, he decided to speak then.

"Shut up," Mickey cut him off with a soft shaky inhale, his eyes searching Ian's for anything that could give away what he was feeling. Anger, at the moment. But that gleam was still there.

"Mickey, honestly fuck you!" He'd snapped again but now Mickeys hand was on the back of his head and he was pulling him in.

He rested their foreheads together. "Shut up and fucking kiss me,"

"Fuck," was all he heard Ian say before Mickey was pushing up on his tip toes a little to kiss him. When lips touched, Mickey could've fucking died right then. The overwhelming feeling of butterflies erupted in his stomach, which is so fucking gay but an accurate description and he suddenly couldn't breathe though his nose correctly. Ian deepened the kiss almost as soon as they began. No one would be able to blame him, he'd wanted to do this for almost five months now. He even thought about kissing him while Mickey was in juvie. It's really sad how much time he spent dreaming of lips he'd never touched before. Ian's mind was spinning. This was better than he could've ever imagined it being. His body was tingling, his hands were a little shaky. Now that he'd had this, he couldn't ever go without it. He was sure of that much.

Ian had his arms pinned against the wall now as he controlled the motions, dominating the kiss just like he did everything else in the bedroom. Ian kissed a lot like he fucked. Determined, wet, delicious. That one track mind determination of making Mickey jelly in his hands. Of making his boy come apart and feel so good. Mickey whined high in his throat into the kiss which isn't what he'd expected to do, but he couldn't help how much Ian turned him on. Especially when he was kissing him like he'd just come home from war.

Their kiss was disrupted by a loud scoff from behind them, and Ian moved away barely to see who had done it. Ryan, icing a black eye and with toilet paper sticking out of his nose, was watching them from the entry of the alley. He'd come looking for Ian to make sure he was alright. Apparently, he was more than alright. "Fuck this shit. You were a good fuck, but apparently that's all you're good for." He'd called to Ian, and Mickey's post kiss bliss was cut like a knife. He tried to push off of the wall, to get to that bastard but Ian had anticipated that without even having to look at him. He squeezed his wrists gently and kept him pressed against the wall by his hands. Ian turned his head back to face the boy he loved so much, and Mickey saw that he wasn't affected by what Ryan had said. No, he was more entranced by Mickey and everything that kiss had meant to him. It melted Mickey just a little, he wouldn't lie. Mickey relaxed a little bit but still, he wanted to kill that guy.

"Fuck you!" Mickey had yelled to the man he'd beaten up not even six minutes prior, "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Shh," Ian had whispered to him, "Ignore him, yeah?"

"Can I just go fuck him up a little? Come on, he's right there!" Mickey tried to pull away again but Ian turned his face.

"Eyes on me."

Mickey had heard that come out of Ian's mouth before, but they definitely had a lot less clothes and a lot more things stuffed inside of Mickey. Mickeys eyes shot to his and he melted a little. When he did, Ian's eyes were blown out a little with lust. He was thinking the same thing Mickey was. About the last time he'd said those words.

"Oh, you wanna fuck now, huh, firecrotch?" Mickey laughed. He'd know that look on Ian's face from anywhere, but this time held something a little different. Mickey couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe hope. Mickey could share that sentiment.

Ian grabbed his face and laughed,

"Shut up and kiss me."

That night was far, far from over.

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Lmk if you want a part two!

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

"Ay, Mick, where you at?"

Iggy's out of smokes. He knows his brother has some, but whether he'll actually share is debatable.

He hears nothing, and groans at the thought of having to get up. He was fuckin' comfortable, fuck you very much.

Pushing himself up from the chair, Iggy makes his way to the bedroom where Mickey and Gallagher are staying. He thinks they might be boyfriends or some shit. His brother is real protective of Gallagher, always snappin' at Iggy for no damn reason.

Cuz apparently askin' questions like if gay dicks are different than straight ones or if he's actually ever seen a tit was fuckin' wrong?

The door is open a crack. Iggy doesn't think twice before opening it completely, another holler on the tip of his tongue.

He pauses.

Mickey's there, so is Gallagher. They're on the bed, but that's not all. His little brother is all curled up in his boyfriend's arms, head on his chest like he's some chick.

Now that he thinks of it, Iggy's never seen Mick look so peaceful before. There's no tension or nothin'. His brother's chest is rising and falling softly. It's nice, he thinks. Mick's never really had the chance to be relaxed in their family cuz of their pops and all.

Still gay as hell though.

He can come back later for the smokes, he decides. Iggy's about to walk out when he gets an idea. He holds up his phone, taking a quick picture.

Colin ain't gonna believe this shit.

look what these 2 do when they aint fuckin, he sends with the picture attached.

[sluttygallavich]

Galladrabbles: sharing clothes

*waves awkwardly* hi again. this week's @galladrabbles prompt is sharing clothes from @wasmickeyadopted.

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For as often as Ian has returned from class to find his roommate drowning in one of his hoodies, he should absolutely not feel guilty about rooting through the guy’s drawer for socks.

Except—

His roommate is a bit prickly. Especially about touching his stuff. But it’s an emergency! Ian’s midterm starts in 15 minutes and—

Ian stops short, his fingers catching on something he doesn’t expect. Something soft. Something … lacy. 

The doorknob rattles and Ian has only seconds to act, stuffing the blue thong into his pocket and spinning to face his roommate, blushing and breathless. 

“H-hey, Mickey."

[secret-gallavich]

thanks @thepupperino for this fun @galladrabbles

prompt: time

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Ian's running out of time.

The car ride is fun, even with Mickey's friend in the backseat. He's smiling harder than he has in ages, feeling like a teenager running down that alley with Mickey.

His chest is warm when he fucks Mickey over the front seat, he preens when Mickey looks at him with so much love when he hot wires the car.

The drive to the border is beautiful. Ian knows Mickey's going to be safe but he wants this trip to last forever.

Mickey changes his clothes, says 'I love you'

Fuck, he's run out of time.