#mickey piercing his eyes

[badassfetish]

This week's @galladrabbles prompt is offered by Sarah, @atthedugouts and it's the sweet song "You Were Meant For Me" by Jewel. ---------------------------------- -- Subject unconscious. No palpable pulse. Airway open, not breathing

-- Gallagher, take over. Prepare for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation

His first time having to resuscitate someone, Ian pinched the nose closed and sealed the guy's mouth with his own. Rescue breaths. Chest compressions. Rescue breaths again. Pulse back. Chest rising. 

He did it.

-- Sir, can you hear me? I'm Ian. You were unconscious. Can you tell me your name, please?

Blue eyes opened and pierced through him, straight to his heart

-- Mickey..  I'm Mickey

Ian knew right there You were meant for me and I was meant for you

[socgf]

the outsiders bts tea from rob lowe's book: part 1 (casting)

okay i am reading rob lowe's autobiography and taking notes on anything the outsiders related! this first part is some personal background as well as the casting for the outsiders.

i know some of this is already common knowledge about their audition process but i thought rob had some interesting insights/ways of describing it so thought i would share. 😁 also i am recording every word he says about matt dillon because that's my man

ch 1-8: early life and acting idrc

at 15 rob gets a role in a tv sitcom, "a new kind of family” - this is when he first starts being seen as a teen idol, he's only 15 and getting fan mail from men in jail asking to see him shirtless :( and girls chase him around and basically jump him, they steal his shoelaces (?) he writes a lot about how he hates this ear piercing scream of teenage girls

he moves to santa monica and becomes friends with the LA actors crowd, mostly through his high school - he’s friends with the sheens and penns, robert downey jr, emilio estevez

charlie sheen is a freak and sometimes wears a bulletproof vest to school and is a huge conspiracy theorist but we knew he was a weirdo

but the tv show flops and he has trouble landing acting gigs for a while, he feels like a has been at 17, thinks of doing something else with his life, is ready to go into usc

in december 1982, he’s told he can audition for the outsiders - it’s basically his last chance

ch 9: the audition process part 1

LA auditions: tom cruise, emilio estevez, tommy howell

every male actor in hollywood between ages of 15 and 30 were being asked to audition

coppola didnt even know the outsiders existed until one middle school liked the book so much that they petitioned it to be made into a movie and he was like okay

rob says s.e. wrote the outsiders set in the 50s? maybe a writing mistake but i think that’s so funny if he actually thought it was in the 50s this whole time

rob sees emilio at the soundstage for the audition among 25 other actors, the audition is nothing like he's seen before, emilio is wearing a ‘ridiculous looking pompadour’ and rob asks him wtf is going on, emilio is like “hey what can i say it’s francis” - his dad genuinely almost died of a heart attack working for coppola on apocalypse now

side note the filming process of apocalypse now is absolutely INSANE - sickness everywhere, a tapeworm coming out of martin’s driver’s mouth at one point, playboy bunnies were just written into the film etc

everyone is leaving the auditions miserable except for this one guy who comes out all happy, telling rob and emilio that francis sent all the actors away except for him - rob describes him as friendly and funny but having a robotic, bloodless, focused intensity (tom cruise btw)

francis keeps switching everyone’s parts and having them read each others parts in front of the other actors

tom reads for sodapop randy darry and dally!

rob reads for sodapop and randy

emilio reads for sodapop and darry

the auditions have this insane setup of a table with a small light and 4 chairs in the middle of a dark room, everyone who’s not in the scene is circling around watching- he describes it like a boxing match

he says tom looks like he wants to bash his brains in and steal his role from him

1st lineup: dennis quaid as darryl, scot bayo as sodapop, tommy howell as ponyboy

tommy is so lowkey he doesn’t seem like he’s trying, but also seems very real and authentic, he looks like a baby

tommy is stonefaced and cool the entire time he’s watching others, they can’t believe he’s only 15

mickey rourke comes in and rob says he looks dirty and homeless lol francis worships him

2nd lineup: rob and tommy play their respective roles with john laughlin as darry

robs entire career lowkey rests on the soda crying monologue, he’s only able to cry because he sees tommy’s eyes water for him (aw)

francis gets mad at some of the actors for pronouncing soc as sock LOLLLL

the role of sodapop is most coveted after ponyboy, it’s supposed to be huge, romantic, with the big breakdown scene at the end - he will bring this back later i assume with how he was upset about it being cut

NYC auditions: matt dillon, ralph macchio

they fly to new york for the next round of auditions

on the flight together rob tommy emilio and tom are ‘working a cute stewardess for alcohol’ lol and become friends - this is like the LA squad

the new york actors make up the other group which is kinda fighting for roles against this LA group, they’re tough, intense, serious

the actors stay at the plaza hotel and they’re told they need to share rooms

as soon as tom hears this he calls his agent and rob literally does an impression of him “uh paul? they’re making us share 😠” he is certain this is not right and wants this fixed asap, he’s already a diva

the boys go out to times square and get super drunk

next morning is what rob calls the east coast vs. west coast acting brawl (screentest time)

rob’s impressions of the other actors below:

matt dillon

matt is already a huge teen idol, he’s pretty intimidated by him

he’s reading the part of dallas - “and by reading i mean reading, he’s holding the entire script with his eyes locked on the text” - idk what he means by this i thought this is what they’re supposed to do.. whatever

after a while he puts it down and is paraphrasing completely, adlibbing, making up dialogue while the other actors try to keep up with him

he can’t tell if francis told him to freestyle it or not - if so, he’s got the part locked in and if he didn’t, then matt dillon has “dangling, clanking, scary big elephant balls”

ralph macchio

he recognizes ralph because they were competing for a part in ‘eight is enough’

describes him as a tiny kid, bro is 21

he says it’s clear he’s the front runner for johnny

ralph says him and matt have only been reading for their respective parts and have been doing so for days (together btw) (it’s clear the dally-johnny dynamic is very important to francis)

this is very interesting to me!!! how everyone else was so in between parts and matt and ralph were just. locked in from the start. and paired.

tom comes in and is asked to do sodapop, he is nailing the breakdown and rob’s like ‘i’m done that’s it’ - he is a force to be reckoned with

then tom stops in the middle of the scene!! and says “this just isn’t working for me i’m sorry”, francis lets him try again but it doesn’t hit so that’s how he loses the role basically

rob does the scene and crushes it

that’s all for chapter 9, no one is casted yet. the only greaser not mentioned at auditions at this point is patrick, i assume he will get to that + diane lane + others in the next part though, and it’ll also cover the dynamic between the cast once they already get the roles

pt 2 coming soon hopefully some more juicy stuff 😋

[amalaeus]

Kylar/Robin/Sydney/Whitney HCs

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Kylar

Kylar V. Tepes

Black curly hair, the fringe is longer at the back because that boy does not maintain his damn looks for shit

Neon/Bright Green eyes

5"4

Malnourished twink-twunk (Becomes a twunk-hunk after PC rehabilitates their ass)

Excels in Science + Art, shit in everything else

Surprisingly really good at fighting, nerfed by their malnutrition

Unkempt, but does bathe everyday like a normal person

Clothing preference: Black hoodie and jeans/skirt, that's it.

Submissive, but once you get their breeding kink going they WILL top TOP you (Not exactly be a hard dom, but would get on top and try their best)

Rich RICH, could live off of his inheritance for a solid 50 years or so after his parents' incapacitance

On that note, would probably get along with Mickey (1 computer with 6 monitors? Implies that Kylar has surveillance over the city)(Definitely make a profit off of it)

V O Y E U R, breeder/bred, sub-leaning SWITCH, overstimulation kink

Older!Kylar or a Kylar with more Whitney influence would have neon green peekaboo highlight and a rattail (the Furina from Genshi impact kind)

Older Kylar, or Kylar currently would definitely get a Prince Albert if PC asked.

Robin

Robin O. Campbell

Fluffy brown hair, Blue eyes, KPOP looking ass hair (see image)

Twink

Average in school, only gets up to slightly above average at high confidence

Gaming + Anime addict (if the crossdressing isn't enough of an indicator-)

This is crack but, imagine if they were s illegitimate child of royalty- (Never gets a proper job even after going through Bailey, stays a virgin despite the brothel??)(They also has a $400 console in the early game, I doubt they'd have been able to save very much because he already starts out with $2k rent, they're definitely getting sponsored somewhere)(Would explain why they're protected but not fully)

Childhood friends with PC

Has been paying Bailey's fine longer than PC has

Older than PC by a few months-1 year

Trained in using a taser, brings a taser around

Vanilla, but a huge somniphiliac

Sydney

Sydney J. Hyde (Goes by Sydney Jekyll pure, Sydney Hyde corrupted)

Has Coloboma, hence the need for glasses

Twunk-Hunk (From cloister + all the church chores)

Great in school, honors/exempted from classes

Writer, both on people and the actual hobby

Would write sacraments, then moved to the carnality of PC's temptation

Adept in combat, like, scarily good at it (cloister)

Best/Favorite subject's English

Clothing preference: All 3 academia aesthetics: Dark, Light and Messy

Good singer, Corrupted!Sydney is very into Hozier, Faithful!Sydney only listens to church songs (The classical ones)

Corrupt!Sydney is just them letting loose all that repressed lust, or breaking out of whatever bullshit hypnosis Harper put them through

Masochist, DOMINANT, overstimulation kink, dom + top leaning SWITCH

Whitney

Last name HC TBA LMAO

Twunk-Hunk (hunk-leaning)

Lowkey gymrat (does it for looks)

Pierced lobes, upper lobes and helixes (Only wears earrings on one ear)

Dirty blonde hair, brown eyes

M!Whitney sounds like Bakugou but shouts less

Actually excels in school and academia, only held back because they missed too much class

Can fight, but unlike Kylar and Sydney, they wouldn't kill (sure being tossed into the underground brothel is as good as being dead, but I don't think they fathomed what happens in the underground brothel until they were kidnapped instead)

Their whole schtick is more or less just them letting out their frustrations with life, his connection to the underworld is shallow at best (due to the kidnapper switching it up so fast in the dismissal event)

VERY SELF CENTERED, VERY NARCISSISTIC

Honestly? The ultimate tsundere, genuinely thinks that the shit he does is how to be popular and get bitches

EXHIBITIONIST, VOYEUR, ORAL FIXATION, DOMINANT SWITCH, humiliation kink (giving), public sex enthusiast, pillow princess

[mmmichyyy]

Hi Michelle!! Let's try #43 for the new Drabble challenge

#43. "pick up lines only work when i'm drunk."

"ian. are you listening to me?"

"mhm."

"...i'm thinking of leaving tami and the kids so i can ride off into the sunset with joaquin. thoughts?"

"sounds good," ian says vaguely, eyes glued to the dark-haired man sitting at the bar. "i'm sure she'll understand."

"man, you've got it bad." lip shakes his head, amused. "just go over and talk to him."

ian doesn't even turn his head. "who?"

lip rolls his eyes. "the guy you've been staring at for the past hour, who looks like he's part of a biker gang and one second away from smashing a bottle over someone's head. "

"i haven't been staring," ian says defensively, finally peeling his eyes away from the bar. "casually looking, maybe. at his tattoos. and his leather jacket. and his ass."

"and here i thought you wanted to catch up with your dear ol' brother." lip sighs. "how naive was i to think we could have family bonding time."

ian sighs. "grow up lip, we're in a gay bar. the only reason i called you and not carl is because for some reason he manages to pull more guys than me and well, you're... you."

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?" lip asks, slightly offended. "are you saying gay men don't find me attractive?"

"are you saying you want men to hit on you?"

lip shrugs. "i'm just saying, if i really tried, i can definitely pull a dude. y'know, hypothetically speaking, of course."

"okay, mr. i'm-ninety-six-percent-straight," ian snorts. "so, you think i should go and straight up flirt with him? or should i buy him a drink first? or maybe wait for him to come to me?"

"i think you should walk out the door and douse yourself in holy water because homosexuality is a sin and you're going to hell," lip replies solemnly.

"you're no help," ian sighs, sliding out of the booth. "i should've brought carl instead."

"okay, now i'm offended."

ian waves him off and struts over to his target at the bar, tapping the man on the shoulder.

"i think," he starts to say, leaning up against the counter, "you owe me a drink."

the man raises his pierced brow. looks ian up and down and smirks. "do i now."

"because when i saw you from across the room, i dropped my drink on the floor, so."

the man takes a sip from his glass, shaking his head slightly. "pick up lines only work when i'm drunk, and i'm not even two drinks in yet."

"i'll cut to the chase then." ian holds out his hand. "i'm ian. and you are...?"

the man looks down for a moment, before pressing their hands together and shaking. "mickey."

"so, mickey." ian leans forward, still gripping mickey's hand, ghosting his mouth close to mickey's ear. "you want to get drunk, or you want to get out of here?"

lip sighs as he watches the guy immediately throw a twenty on the counter and both of them leave out the front door together without a backwards glance. just as he's about to leave as well, he sees out of the corner of his eye someone checking him out from the next table over. a man, specifically, with tan skin and dark brown hair who, if he's being honest, kind of looks like joaquin?

lip contemplates, for just a teensy moment, whether he should go over and talk to the guy. you know, strictly for scientific purposes - only to prove a point to his stupid little brother who ditched him at a bar to bang some random dude.

but then again, he doesn't think tami will appreciate him flirting with a man - or anyone really - just so he can prove ian wrong and shove it in his smug little face. so he leaves quickly without looking back and thinks it's best, perhaps, the other four percent inside of him is better left unexplored.

[sebsxphia]

the agreement.

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader.

￫ description: jake, javy, natasha and mickey all have an agreement in mind. one to fulfill yours and jake’s desire to have sex in front of someone.

￫ word count: 3.3K.

￫ c/w: p in v, sex, kissing, biting, oral sex (f!receiving), voyuerism, exhibitionism, you being watched, swearing, dumbification, spanking, size kink, orgasm denial, edging, daddy kink, praise and overstimulation if you squint.

￫ a/n: this is absolute porn. without. a. plot. i’m a firm believer jake likes to have sex with people watching, so this was born. enjoy! <3 this is part of my 3.5K celly here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

“So…” Jake drawled out, tracing his fingertips over the felt resting on the pool table. “We’re all in agreement?”

Natasha, Javy and Mickey nodded in unison. Not a word was spoken between anyone as of yet and the tension hung thick in the air. Jake’s fingers finished at your thighs and his broad palm spread over your flesh, squeezing you gently.

“We never speak about this outside of the room. You don’t touch my wife, but you can instruct me to do anything to them, within their boundaries.”

They nodded again in agreement and a silent hum of murmured, ‘yes’s’ broke through the deafening silence.

“Good.”

Jake turned around to face you. He stood in between your spread thighs that were dangling off the pool table and he gripped at your waist gently. He squeezed your hips to remind you that he was there with you right now, in this moment and this moment only.

“You sure you want to do this, sweets?” Jake’s thumbs ran soothing circles over your hipbones and he tugged lightly at your frame to draw you closer to his torso.

“Positive.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you caught eyes with Javy over his shoulder, but Jake was quick to cut you off by pressing a feather light kiss to your lips.

You pressed further into him and let him swallow your breath, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth and catching your silent moans. His tongue soothed over your blistered lip and dipped further into your mouth. His large hands started to roam higher up your frame and clutch onto your ribs. There was only a sheer, lacy piece of lingerie separating you and Jake’s fire touch.

“Lay them down.” You heard Javy, the first to speak up, instruct Jake just as he had said.

Natasha hummed in agreement, “spread them out. We want to see them too.”

Jake broke the lust fueled kiss with you and a trail of drool connected between your lips. He did as Javy instructed. Jake acted as if you were made out of fragile porcelain as he lay you down onto the velvet green of the pool table. His guiding hands were sure to never leave your body as they slid over your waist and down your thighs, parting them under Natasha’s order. It was a firm reminder that Jake would be there with you throughout the whole thing.

For the first time, you heard Mickey speak with a croak in his voice, clearly going dry at the sight of his co worker and friend about to fuck his wife on their pool table. “Eat them out.”

The three onlookers sat on the worn out couch in yours and Jake’s shared home. It was situated in a games room and the decor wasn’t quite up to scratch since only using it on occasions. You caught a glimpse at Javy already palming at his crotch, with Natasha by his side running her fingertips over her shirt at her perky nipples.

“Eyes here, focus on me, baby.” Jake drew you back to his piercing steel blue gaze, now squatted down in between your thighs. You nodded and swallowed thickly, trying to gather some salvia in your ever drying throat. Like Jake always started, he pressed his lips to the inside of your thighs and placed feather light kisses. He trailed his lips up and over the expanse of your flesh before kneading his teeth into you. It caused your legs to twitch and the first whine escaped you.

“Needy, aren’t they?” Javy grunted.

“Mm, they always are. So needy and whiny for me.” Jake murmured against your skin. Your hips bucked as Jake grew closer to your clothed cunt and your hands shot out to grab fistfuls of his hair, trying to move him towards where you needed him most. Jake let out a muffled chuckle, followed by a click of his tongue as he drew his index finger past the band of your lingerie to see how much you had already leaked out of your cunt.

“I can fuckin’ smell you from here, sweets. I bet they can too.” Jake’s words made embarrassment creep up your cheeks and flush your chest. You were completely exposed to the three onlookers in your own home and it made your arousal pool in between your lips. “And look at that, fucking soaked already, hm?” Jake traced the pad of his finger through your slit to collect your ever growing arousal. In the lightest of touches, he prodded at your clit and you whined again. “You enjoy this, don’t you? Enjoy being watched whilst I touch my wife.”

“Y-yes,”

You heard Jake make a, ‘tut’ sound and his teeth sunk back down onto the flesh of your thighs as a warning for the rookie error you had just made. “Yes, what?” You groaned as the pad of Jake’s finger pressed teasing touches to your clit. It was everything you needed but no where near enough at the same time and your thighs started to tremble. You keened into Jake’s touch to try and chase the feeling you so desperately begged for. “Don’t get shy on us now, sweetheart.”

A heartfelt groan escaped your lips and you pushed your pride aside. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Before you could register the movement, Jake’s warm mouth captured your clit and sucked harshly, earning a satisfied moan being pushed out from your lungs. He worked his tongue around the highly sensitive bundle of nerves and your mind went completely blank. You all but forgot there were three people watching as Jake broke down his wife piece by piece. He repeated figures of eight around your clit repeatedly, just as he would any other time to draw you higher to your peak.

Your hands curled into fists in his hair and you tugged at his roots harshly when his picture perfect teeth nibbled at your flesh. It earned a wanton groan from Jake, which was muffled by his face buried in between the place he loved most in this world. The sensation of your orgasm was ever approaching and it hit you quicker than you could register. Your head was lolled to one side on the pool table and you were practically panting as Jake gave no remorse to your clit that was becoming swollen with each swipe of his tongue.

“Can I please come, Daddy?” You meekly begged. Subconsciously, you held your breath as you awaited the verdict. You had no inclination as to if Jake was going to play nice, or if he was going to draw out this torture before you cracked completely.

Jake pulled his warm mouth away from your clit and the flush of cool air hit you, making it twitch at the sudden loss of contact. His lips were plush and there was a string of his saliva, mixed with your own arousal connecting to you both.

“I don’t know,” Jake ushered and you protested with a needy whine, twisting your hips to try and gage some friction. He turned his head behind him to the onlookers, “do you think they should come?”

Mickey’s eyes were hooded, completely thrown under the waves of pleasure as he watched the scene unfold before him, but Javy and Natasha exchanged a lazy grin between them both.

“No.” They called out in a condescending tone of unison.

But this time, Mickey spoke up with his voice gruff and granting Jake the next instruction. “Fuck them for us, all fours. I wan’ see them get ruined.”

The others were pleasantly surprised at Mickey’s sudden take of control, as if to bare his teeth and show them how desperately he wanted to see you drooling on the pool table.

Jake rose up from his knelt position on the floor and towered over you. He himself was still in a crisp cotton t-shirt and jeans. He brought his hands to his sides to shed himself of his clothing and his cock twitched in his underwear. The thought of being completely exposed himself was starting to cloud the edges of his mind. The scenario that was currently being played out was as big a fantasy for Jake as it was for you. He wanted to be watched and admired as he fucked his wife.

Jake brought his hands to your waist as he did before and gave your sides a squeeze. His eyes softened as you shared a lovesick look that the others weren’t privy to. It was something that you both kept secret between you and to reassure you that it was still only you and Jake in the room together, mixed as one.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Jake spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Yes, please don’t stop, baby.” You begged with reassurance.

Jake nodded and within seconds, his face contorted back to the hardened gaze he wore before that had your cunt clench around nothing. It was a look of sheer, animalistic, hunger.

Jake’s splayed out hands still rested on your body to maneuver you into the position Mickey had requested. Your knees were digging into the base of the pool table and you thanked your lucky stars it was soft enough. Your back was arched with your ass in the air and your face planted on the table, your arms splayed out to steady yourself.

“Turn them to us.” Natasha demanded.

One of Jake’s hands rested at the base of your neck and guided you to turn and face them. Your eyes met theirs and you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks immediately. All of them had a piercing gaze focused only on you. Both Javy and Mickey had since freed their cocks from their underwear and they were lazily stroking at them. Although Natasha wasn’t on display, her hand was tucked under her jeans and presumably playing with herself.

Your rosy flush spread over your supple cheeks and along your neck at the notion of them seeing you completely bare and exposed like this. The sheer lingerie body suit that was clung tightly to your frame did very little to hide any of your modesty. It was practically see through and you were sure Natasha was focused in on your stiff nipples poking through the fabric. Your heart was thudding rhythmically against your ribcage and you were brought back to the overwhelming prospect of what was about to occur when you felt your clit twitch. You heard Jake’s belt buckle clang against itself and the shuffle of his jeans fall to the floor.

“You’re big,” your eyes flicked to Javy who was focused on Jake, now shed of his underwear. “Can they take you?”

You couldn’t help the whimper that got caught in your throat and Natasha stifled a snort of laughter at the prospect of you struggling to take your own husband. Jake mirrored Natasha’s laughter and landed a firm hand on your ass, his words cutting through everyone and putting you in your place.

“They have to.”

Jake had been your devoted and loving partner for years, but his very matter of fact statement made you squirm in your position, your ass swaying ever so slightly. You’d had sex more times than you could count, but you’d never overcome the feeling of him stretching you out each time. It had your cunt clenching around nothing and keening for some sort of relief.

Jake’s familiar grasp of his hands met your hips as he clambered atop of the pool table. One of his hands left your side to grasp at the base of his cock, pumping it a handful of times. You felt his swollen tip heavily slap at your clit and it sent jolts of short lived pleasure coursing through you. You cried out, appearing more desperate for him than you wanted.

“Plea’, please, Daddy.” You pushed your ass back to try and meet him, but Jake kept one hand firmly planted on your hip to keep you at the distance he deemed necessary to provide you this endless torture.

“Words, sweets. Don’t let our rules go out the window in front of our guests.”

You bit down so hard on your bottom lip that it threatened to draw blood. You looked up at your guests all wearing smiles that could only be described as, fucking smug, and you swallowed what was left of your pride.

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

Jake chuckled from behind you and issued another slap to your clit with his cock. “See, that wasn’t so hard? Was it?”

In one fluid motion, Jake pressed the head of his cock through your lips and pushed all the way to the hilt. He himself couldn’t hold back the low hiss that escaped him, cursing your name as the warm walls of your cunt swallowed him greedily. You let out a shriek as his tip nudged deep within you, only to pull back torturously slow, your lips stretching around the middle of his cock where he was largest.

“Fuckin’ hell. Look at you, my pretty little wife all stretched around my cock.” There were shared moans between the other three as they watched Jake fill you completely and your eyes flutter and twitch in pleasure. Jake was quick to render your mistake and he thrusted himself back into you harshly. Through gritted teeth he ordered you, “eyes open. It’s a free show, best to do your best and show your manners.”

Jake didn’t let up with his thrusts and started a firm, but punishing pace as your cunt grew accustomed to taking his size. The angle of your arched back gave his cock a delicious way to nudge along the sweet and spongy spot seated deep inside of you, drawing back and forth over it. It made your body convulse and all that could be heard in the games room was shared moans between you and your husband, the rest of the onlookers grunting quietly as they stared intently.

Jake’s fingers were pressed so deep on your flesh, you were sure it would leave bruises. The cheeks of your ass slapping against Jake’s torso stung from the earlier welts of his hand. The sound of skin slapping against each other was ringing throughout the room. With each push of Jake’s hips, it brought you closer to the teetering edge he had you on before they so cruelly denied you your release. Your body felt everything all at once, but it was still missing the jolting sensation of your swollen clit being stroked tenderly. You needed more.

Your head felt as if it was being stuffed full with cotton as Jake stuffed you and without even registering it, you begged for Jake’s touch. He gave in when the onlookers granted him permission.

As the pads of his fingertips connected with your clit, you wailed. “Fuck! S-shit, oh my god. Feels s’ good, Daddy. Ple’, please don’t stop.”

They were drawing calculated figures of eight around the sensitive bundle of nerves. They were so precise and with the drawn out sensation of Jake’s tip hitting your sweet spot, it made you see stars. An explosion of swirling circles within your vision. Your face ached from holding your eyes back from going to the back of your skull. A string of incoherent babbles left your lips as Jake kept up the relenting pace. As you mumbled some more sweet praises with your cheek pressed against the plush felt, it made drool drip from the corner of your mouth and pool beneath you.

Jake’s breathing was ragged as he craned his head to the side to watch you come undone and his cock twitched deep in your cunt as you squeezed him tight like a viper. He caught a glimpse of Mickey and Javy with their own cocks now throbbing in their hands and pooling precum. Natasha had hoisted one of her feet up on the sofa with her thighs spread to allow for her fingers to work deeper inside of herself.

Jake would outwardly admit this for the rest of his life, this did something for his ever growing ego. His friends watching him fuck his own wife so good, that it made your salvia dribble onto the plush pool table.

“I- can-” You could barely string a sentence together. “I, come, ple’, Daddy?”

“Fucked you so dumb you can’t use words? Try harder.” Jake barked from behind you, applying a deeper pressure with his fingers.

You sucked in a harsh breath between your teeth and tried to compose your mind to something of stability. “Please can I come, Daddy?”

“Don’t know, can they?” Jake was calling out for the others permission and once more, you wailed in protest.

“Fuck!” You weren’t sure how much longer your body could physically hold out on this torture and you had nothing else to give but desperate begs.

“Behave.” Jake bit back with venom lacing his tone. Another curt slap was issued to your ass in warning and it made your body jolt forward.

“M, close,” Mickey spoke up with Javy and Natasha agreeing. “Let them come.”

A beat and a swipe of Jake’s fingers over your clit. “Come.”

Jake’s permission was the last thing you heard. Your mind went blank. A hot, blinding pleasure tore through your body and touched each of your nerve endings simultaneously. Your toes curled at the edge of the pool table and your ass pressed itself firmly against Jake’s torso, lapping up the sensation. He continually massaged at your swollen cunt and his cock ran its head over the spot buried deep inside of you in sync. You weren’t even aware of the string of, ‘thank you’s’ that left your lips, or the others finishing themselves off as your eyes had now fully retreated to the back of your head.

You could sense Jake’s toned torso shuddering with you and not long after, you felt his warm spend spread through you and coat your spasming walls. You heard him groan deep and guttural from within his chest, followed by your name.

“Good girl, fuck. S’ good for me, feel s’ good.” He issued a further few more lazy pumps of his hips, but your own hips squirmed against him due to his fingers not leaving your clit.

“S’ sensitive, please, Jakey.” You mewled out. At the sweet whine of his name, Jake took that as your tell tale sign that you couldn’t take any more and he pulled his softening cock out of you completely. You still moaned softly in response at the sudden feeling of emptiness and feeling his cum sliding and eventually dripping down your lips.

Your thighs were trembling by now and the rest of your body was shuddering. Jake was careful to slide his broad forearm around your front and pick you up to rest against his chest. He maneuvered you both so he could cradle you on his lap as he sat on the edge of the pool table. Your face was buried in-between the crook of his neck and shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent to ground yourself further. Jake watched as the others cleaned up their own messes, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Enjoyed that?”

They all breathlessly agreed in unison.

“Will you guys be alright if I take my wonderful wife to get cleaned up? You know the way out, right?” Jake nodded towards the door of the games room in your shared home.

Javy tucked himself back into his jeans and huffed out a laugh, standing up with the others. “Yeah, I think Natasha’s taking us home.” He called out your name and you peered up from Jake’s shoulder with a dopey smile on your face. “That was, fucking hot. Thank you for your wonderful hosting.” There was an air of sarcasm to Javy’s praise, but you knew it was sincere.

The others agreed, bidding their goodbyes and made their way to the door. The last thing you heard was Natasha’s voice calling out to you both.

“See you Monday, Hagman!”

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Chapter 4: Until Just Friends Isn't Enough

Note: Another Update, hopefully people won't get bored of this story, I'm just trying to lay the ground work so we can get really deep into the story. I hope you're all enjoying. Thank you for all the likes and reblogs. I appreciate it so much.

"A-and then he got to ride the donkey. Oh, he was so happy, he looked so cute, like a little cowboy.” Monica grins, resting her hand on top of Lip’s.

Lip leans over to mumble into Charlotte’s ear. “Yeah, it was a rottweiler, she left me outside with it while she fucked a drug dealer for some coke.” 

“Oh.” Charlotte mutters, offering Monica a polite smile and takes a sip of the hot chocolate Lip made her.

“So how long have you been seeing my baby?” Monica asks, bouncing in her seat, “you guys seemed close outside.”

“Not long.”

“We’re not dating.”

Lip and Charlotte look at each other, narrowing her eyes at him and him fixing her with an innocent look. “I just moved here, Mrs. Gallagher. Lip’s been a good friend.” 

“Oh please, call me Monica.” 

Footsteps come trudging down the stairs and the sound of Fiona cooing at Liam fills the kitchen. Charlotte hadn’t even realized that it was that late…or early. “Good mornin’ you’re up early…oh. Jesus Christ, Monica? What the hell are you doin’ here? The fuck, Lip?” the brunette groans, placing Liam into his highchair. “Mornin’ Lottie.”

“Lottie, oh, that’s such a cute nickname! Isn’t it Lip?” Monica cheers, grabbing the girl’s hands.

“Hi, Fiona.” Charlotte leans over the table and tickles Liam’s cheek before smearing kisses all over his cheeks, relishing in his squeals. “Hi, handsome! Sleep well? Good dreams?”

Lip watches as the girl bathes his little brother in attention, crossing her eyes to make him laugh, scooting her chair closer to him so he can clap his little hands on her cheeks. The tightness in his chest comes back and without thinking, he goes to try to rub it, soothe it. 

Fiona laughs to herself, knocking Lip with her hip and placing a cup full of coffee in front of him, mumbling to him, “Bet you wish that was you, huh?”

“Fuck off.” Lip squints, placing his hand on the back of Charlotte’s neck, rubbing the skin there. “How ‘bout you, huh? Need some coffee?” 

“No, I’m okay. Thanks, Phillip.” she smiles.

Monica snickers behind her hot chocolate and Fiona shakes her head. Charlotte tucks her chin to her chest slightly, feeling her cheeks warm. It’s not the eyes watching the encounter that gets her feeling sheepish, but the piercing blue ones looking at her intently. “Breakfast? My treat? I…uh” he leans closer, whispering in her ear as she makes eye contact with a worried looking Fiona. “Don’t wanna say goodbye yet.”

“Y-yeah. I’ll go to breakfast.” she says quietly, squirming against him.

Lip looks at her with a smug smile, backing away to rub Liam’s head and go over to the steps. “Takin’ a shower before the rest of the fuckin’ animals wanna wake up and fight me for it.” He disappears up the stairs, calling back down once, “You’re welcome to join me, though, bunny.” 

“Jesus.” Charlotte huffs, dropping her head to the kitchen table in embarrassment, only lifting it when Liam starts cooing “Lottie” at her. 

Monica grins widely, watching the girl, “Oh, this is so great, Charlotte. I’ve never seen my Lip so smitten.”

“You’ve never seen Lip for more than a couple of months at a time, things like his love life might’ve slipped through the cracks.” Fiona snorts, wetting a washcloth and cleaning Liam’s face. “Not a shot at you, Lottie.”

“S’fine.” 

“No, I know that look.” Monica continues, “Lip’s a Gallagher, he’s set his sights on you and he won’t let up. Pretty thing like you, it was only a matter of time. Fiona it’ll be fun having a sister-in-love will be fun! Mickey is pretty cute but he’s rough around the edges. Charlotte will really soften things around here, I won’t be the only creature of light in this family.”

“Creature of light?” 

“Ignore her, we all do.” Fiona says, pulling out the chair across from Charlotte’s and sits. “Look, Lottie, despite all of the psycho babble, Monica might be a little right. I know that look too okay, but it doesn’t lead to a nice house and loving relationship. It’s just lust, don’t let it confuse you alright? I love my brother, but I know him. Don’t fall into the Gallagher trap and end up the next Mickey, alright? Or worse, the next Mandy.” the older girl places her hand over Charlotte’s, “Just not a good idea, Lottie.”

Lip slides on deodorant before pulling a gray sweater over his head, remembering to tuck his chain he’d stolen off of some frat loser passed out in the hallway back into his shirt. He reaches over and snags some cologne one of Fiona’s rich boyfriends had left behind that he and Ian share. “Hey, you got ready fast. Tell Charlotte I need like 20 minutes, and Mickey’s already on his way, alright?”

Lip turns slowly, finding his redheaded brother drying his hair with a towel. “Um…what the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“Breakfast…Lottie said we’re goin’. Carl, you better be takin’ a real fuckin’ shower and not a bird bath!” 

“Yeah,” Lip pats his brother’s shoulder. “You’re not comin’ to breakfast. Love you though.” 

Lip had thought that Ian and Mickey were the last of his obstacles, but he came downstairs to a now showered and  fully dressed Charlotte with Liam on her hip, Debbie and Carl flanking both of her sides. He shakes his head in disbelief and leans against the banister. “Damn, I didn’t know you came with so many kids.” he jokes.

“Yeah, well, what can I say?” she smiles, adjusting Liam on her hip.

Lip stalks closer, grabbing the base of Charlotte’s slicked back ponytail and tugging her forward lightly, pressing a kiss on her cheek. “Usin’ my siblings against me? You don’t play fair, Charlotte Fisher.” 

“Neither do you, Gallagher” she responds, smiling brightly when Liam imitates his older brother and smacks his lips against her cheek. “Thank you Liam.”

“Charlotte said you’re taking us to breakfast.” Debbie says, pulling on her scarf. “I want french toast.”

“I want bacon. A lot.” Carl adds.

“Well, you heard them.” Charlotte grins, leading the kids to the door. “C’mon guys.”

Lip lets them all pass through before letting his head drop in exasperation, huffing loudly. 

Breakfast had been fine all things considered. Except Liam insisted on sitting on Charlotte’s lap, and she hand fed him the whole time. And the fact that Debbie asked Charlotte her bra size and asked when she thought her boobs would look like that. Which prompted Carl to stare at them for the next 20 minutes before asking her what she’s doing slumming it with ‘old ass Lip’, when she could have him. 

For the like, two seconds the kids went to the bathroom, the restaurant’s fuck ass manager came over trying to flirt with Charlotte to which Lip got pissed off, tossed the money on the table, and pulled the girl out of the booth to wait for the kids by the door.

So it had been a fuckin’ bust to say the least. When they make it back to the house they drop the kids off and Lip walks Charlotte next door. “So, breakfast sucked.”

Charlotte turns to him, leaning on the door. “I thought it was fun, I like your siblings, wish I had some.”

“Yeah? Well, borrow mine anytime.” He pauses, tucking his hands into his pockets, “Unless I’m trying to hang out with you alone.”

The girl shifts uncomfortably, looking out into the street before dragging her eyes back over to Lip, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Phillip.” 

“What?” he asks, thumbing along her bottom lip, distracted by how pretty she looks with snow falling around her, her nose and cheeks with a slightly pink hue. “Hangin’ out with me? We’re friends, that’s what friends do. Can’t help that my friend is pretty, sweet, and fun. You workin’ later?”

“Yeah, short shift, someone rented the place out for some type of frat thing, I don’t know.” She shrugs, letting him trail his finger along her face. “M’sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m still stopping by. I’ll hang out with you, make sure none of those weird guys wanted to try somethin’, keep you safe, bunny.”

Charlotte rolls her eyes, resting her head back against the door. “Not your job, Phillip.”

“I want it to be.” he says, pinching her cheek lightly before backing away, returning to his own house.

Lip knew that Monica coming home was going to be a shit show, and things were already starting to crack. Frank was back in the house, there were random pills crushed up all over the coffee table, and Liam had pissed all over the floor. At least he’d hoped it was Liam’s piss. He could practically feel his blood pressure rising as Mickey and Ian slammed the front door behind them, fussing over Ian going to some club with Monica and dancing on some guy.

Fiona was off in her room sulking because the kids were bonding with Frank and Monica, who were having their own drug induced party. 

Lip shakily smooths a hand down his face, trying to calm his rapid breathing and soothe the pounding headache he has.

“Hey baby, come dance with me and daddy.” Monica slurs, grabbing Lip’s hand and pulling, frowning in confusion when he doesn’t move. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I don’t know, Monica, maybe it's the fact that you and your bullshit are infesting this house and fucking up our lives, again!” 

“Oh, Lippy, you don’t mean that. Are you worried about that cute Charlotte girl you brought over this mornin’? She was really nice, pretty too. Invite her over!”

“Charl-no it’s not fuc-it’s not Charlotte. She’s working, she can’t come to whatever the fuck this is.” 

Monica tsks disappointedly, resting her hand on Lip’s arm. “Sorry, honey.” she smiles, scooting closer to him. “She’s special, I can tell. She’s beautiful and kind. And the way you look at her, oh Lip it’s wonderful. And the way she looks at you? Like you hung the moon and stars. No wonder. you’ve always been so handsome, she would be lucky to have you. And I think she knows it.” Lip rolls his eyes, and grabs a cup of whatever they’d been sipping on. “She does, Lippy! She’s just worried this is temporary. A cute boy like you only wants one thing. You’ve gotta show her you’re seriously interested if you are!” 

Lip pauses drinking at that. This was the first time anyone had asked him. It was the first time that he’d been asked out loud what he really wanted out of Charlotte. He’d only really known her for a couple of weeks. Sure she was sexy…and cute, nice, and funny. Not that smart, at least street-wise but, Lip liked takin’ care of her, makin’ sure she got home safe, being the one those pretty, big brown eyes look to when things made her nervous. 

He liked taking her on walks, watching her play with his siblings, and dance with his sisters. He liked being around her, touching her, feeling her, for as long as she let him. He likes the way she calls him Phillip. How she answers to Bunny. He liked her. 

It was interesting. He usually didn’t get there until he’s fucked at least five times.

Monica ruffles Lip’s hair, refilling his drink. “Here, honey, drink up, it’ll help you think.”

Charlotte rushes behind the counter to refill the beer pitcher only for one of the man-babies she’s been catering to all night to down it and demand more. “Yup, coming. If you would give me, like, one second!”

“Hey Lottie! How about a dance? I’ll add it to your tip, baby.” 

“I’ll give you a tip!” 

The whole bar erupts in laughter as she blows hair out of her face, whipping around to call into the kitchen. “Hey, Trevor! Where’s Francie, her smoke break was supposed to be over thirty minutes ago!” Charlotte grabs a tray full of nachos, placing them on one of the hightops, and slipping between the sweaty, drunk men to tap one of them dancing on the bar’s leg. “‘Scuse me? Excuse me you can’t dance up there! Sir…you can’t-”

“Charlotte!” she whips around finding Lip stumbling into the doorway.

“Phillip,” she giggles, running over to the blond man, “Oh-”

Lip cuts her off by snagging her by the waist, melding their lips together, guiding her into a deep kiss, a sloppy smack sounds when they separate. “Hi, baby, your shift over yet?” he mumbles against her jaw, pressing a kiss there.

“Are you drunk?” she asks, pulling her head back to look at his face. Bloodshot eyes. Tossing his weight around, slurring his speech. “You are. You alright?”

“M’fine, bunny, I’ll let you finish workin’, don’t worry about me.” Lip slides into a booth in the far corner and Charlotte nods, going behind the bar to grab him a burger and fries with an ice water.

When she places it down on the table Lip rubs her leg in thanks, causing her to giggle before making her way back over to the party. 

“Aww, Lottie, don’t tell me you’re pickin’ favorites.” one of the guys sighs as she clears the dishes away. “I’ve been trying to talk to you all night, that guy gets to stumble in here and you’re letting him feel you up.”

“Yeah, no, he’s my friend, and he was just kidding-”

“What, he pay you for after this? Bet I could outbid him.” 

Charlotte’s lips curl in disgust as she shoves the guy backward, “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What?” the guy asks, putting his arms out.

“The fuck did you say to her?” Charlotte didn’t even notice him come over, feeling his chest push against her back. “Must’ve fuckin’ heard that wrong, cause it sounds like you think you can buy my girl, or somethin’”

“Woah, man, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, Lottie here had a boyfriend. Not surprised, though, a hot piece of ass like this doesn’t stay single for long. But…uh you probably shouldn’t let her work here, lookin’ like that. Dressed like that? She’s a walking case-”

Charlotte doesn’t even get a chance to blink before Lip is yanking him behind her and his fist is going into the guy’s jaw. Next thing she knows, guy’s on the floor, Lip’s on top of him and like six frat boys are trying to jump in. “Francie! Trevor!” she shrieks, staring at the guy pulling at Lip, starting to punch him from the back. “Oh, fuck.” she whines before hopping on the guy’s back and blindly swinging her fists at his head.

“Okay, yes, sir. Sorry again.” Charlotte hangs up the phone and plops down on the sidewalk next to Lip. “Didn’t lose my job. Apparently, jealous boyfriends, baby daddies and disappointed fathers show up and start fights all the time. I’ll just be getting a pay reduction until the damages are paid.” 

“I’ll pay him back for you.” Lip says, staring forward at the street. 

“No, I’ve got it, thanks.” she looks down at her one busted knuckle. “I’ve never been in a fight before.”

“I should kill that stupid fucker for that.” he groans, reaching over and taking her hand pressing a kiss to it, and pulling the bottle he’d taken from Monica out of his wallet, pouring the last bit of it onto the knuckle and mimicking her hiss. “I know, I know.”

“He didn’t hit me, I got this from trying to punch his head.” she sighs looking down at the scratch, “think it’ll scar?”

“Fucked up your pretty hand with his stupid fuckin’ face. You’re good, though? You okay?”

“Yeah.” Charlotte looks at him with big, sympathetic, brown eyes and Lip feels himself sober up better than he had when one of those shitheads attempted, and failed to break a bottle over his hard ass head. “You okay?”

“Yeah. You got into a fight for me.” Lip grins, nudging her shoulder. “You like me, slugger.”

Charlotte frowns at him, bawling her fist up again. “Don’t be next, I’ve got a mean right based on the non-existent bruise on that one guy’s face.” Lip raises his eyebrows at her. “I never said I didn’t like you. I said I want to be friends. Something tells me you’ve never really done that before.”

“I’ve been friends with plenty of exes.”

She purses her lips. “For how long before you started fucking them?”

Damn.

“Point taken.” Lip groans, stretching and wincing at a sharp pain in his ribs. “Just friends for how long?”

Charlotte pauses for a moment, bringing her knees to her chest. “Um…until things happen naturally. We’ll be just friends until we’re really friends. And then until just friends isn’t enough.” 

“I-”

“And that doesn’t mean the first time we get horny for each other.” Lip looks at her and smiles, biting his lip. “What?”

“Knew you wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanna fuck you.”

Charlotte sniffs, jumping up from the curb, crossing her arms. “Shut up and walk me home.” 

Lip cocks his head to the side, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. “Ask me nicely, friend. Only pretty girls who let me fuck them get to boss me around.” he laughs as the girl rolls her eyes and starts walking in the direction of their houses by herself. “Brat.” he mumbles as he pushes up and follows behind her. 

When they arrive at the fence separating their houses Lip walks Charlotte over to the stoop at Kev and V’s and turns to go to his own. Except when he reaches the bottom of the steps and hears that the all night Gallagher bender is still going, he pauses. He turns around, walking up the walkway again, unsure of where he’d go. Maybe the Alibi…he’s not sure. But somewhere. So he looks to the side, making sure Charlotte got in safe. Like he does every time. 

“You okay?”

She toys with the fabric of the jacket he gave her. It’s his warmest jacket, the rest of the ones he has are pretty thin. But he doesn’t want her to know that. And he likes watching her wear it. “I’m fine. You didn’t go in. Are you leavin’?”

Lip glances back at his house and then back at her. “Yeah, I’ll uh, be back tomorrow.” 

Charlotte leans against the banister, biting her Lip. “You got fucked up for a reason, huh?” She takes a step down, tilting her head toward his house. “Cause they’re home?”

He just looks at her. Doesn’t know what to say. He’s fucking embarrassed. 

“Mmkay.” she says quietly. Walking the rest of the way down and grabbing his hand. 

Charlotte guides Lip into V and Kev’s house, shushing him as she leads him to the spare bedroom in the back, closing the door behind them. “Sit, okay?” 

He watches quietly as she slips out of the room door, sitting on the bed, it creaks lightly under his weight. Moments later, Charlotte comes back with two bottles of water in her hands, and wrappings under her arms. “You..you don’t have to do that.”

“Stop. Stop okay?” she smiles softly at him, lifting his arms and pulling his shirt over his head. She tightly wraps his ribs and cleans the cuts on his knuckles and face. Lip’s eyes don’t leave her beautiful features the whole time. Watching her focused eyes, her plump bottom lip caught between her teeth as she checks for any spots she missed. “There’s water okay? And aspirin. But seriously, water. Try to finish a bottle before you go to sleep, it’ll flush your system and make tomorrow suck less. You can sleep here. With me. Just sleep.”

Lip nods, kicking his shoes off. His hands go to his belt buckle and he hesitates, looking at her. “Okay?”

“Yeah, you can.” 

He strips the rest of the way down to his boxers, climbing into the soft bed and admiring the girl as she gets ready for bed. 

Lip memorizes Charlotte’s routine. Wrap her hair up, putting a pretty, pink, silk scarf on. Washing her face, putting like ten thousand different creams on. She slipped her uniform off as if she’d forgotten he was in the room. Tossing the clothes into the hamper in the corner. She has on a bra and underwear but that’s about it. Lip is damn near dizzy looking at her body, it looked even better than he’d pictured it. Which is why he was so fuckin’ confused about why he looked away when she went to take her bra off.

She started undoing those clasps and he clenched his jaw, for some reason listening to the blaring signs flashing in his head reminding him that this wasn’t a peep show, and she hadn’t invited him to look at her.

He doesn’t open his eyes again until he feels a dip in the bed in front of him, and her soft hands lift his arm and place it around her waist. “You okay, you need anything?”

Lip quietly shakes his head no, tightening his arm around her waist, feeling that she’s got a shirt on now. He can smell her sweet perfume, still lingering on her skin. Unless that’s just what she smells like. Cinnamon. 

“We’re friends, Lip. If it’s ever…if you ever need a break, you can come to me.” she tilts her head back to meet his eyes, twisting slightly. 

Lip wets his lips, unsure and very sure at the same time. He doesn’t want to fuck this up. He doesn’t. But he feels like he can’t help it. And she’s right there. As quickly as the thought comes he’s leaning over her, bringing their lips together in a deep, slow kiss, cupping Charlotte’s jaw and feeling his heart pound against his ribcage when he feels her kissing him back, her hand sliding up into his har, pulling a groan from him when she tugs. 

This time Lip pulls away. Pressing two more pecks against her soft lips before settling back onto the bed, laying behind her and tugging her back to his chest. Her gasping breaths make him want to do nothing more than take more of her breath away.  “I’ll let you get away with it this time cause you have booboos, Phillip.”

“Don’t let that be the benchmark, bunny or I’ll get beat up everyday.” he breathes back. He kisses her shoulder before nuzzling into the blankets. “Until just friends isn’t enough, huh?”

[imyourbratzdoll]

hi my lovely! i come bearing an idea for mr. mickey altieri 🫣 so you know the scene of the delta lambda mixer and mickey arrives late because he had just murdered cici minutes prior? maybe reader can be questioning him about his whereabouts and what took him so long to get there.. so he just pulls her into the sorority house somewhere and distracts her with a quickie!

hey baby! I'm sorry this took so long and how short it is. I hope you like it!

summary - mickey fucks you instead of answering your questions.

warning - smut, swearing, creampie, slut, semi-public sex.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Mickey?” You walk toward him with your brows furrowed. “What took you so long to get here?” You pout, staring up at him with a questioning look. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you.” You slide your hand into his, waiting with your lip jutted out. 

Mickey looks down at you with furrowed brows, not really expecting a lot of questions waiting for him at the party, but he should’ve known how you were. He looks around before grabbing you, dragging you upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m here now.” His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking as he pushes you onto the bed. “I bet you missed me, huh?” You nod, pouting, when he stops kissing you. “Aww, does my poor baby want some more kisses?” You nod, humming in pleasure when his lips connect to yours, causing your cunt to dampen. The feeling of his bulge pressing against you causes you to see stars.  Mickey’s hand slid between your legs, pulling his hardened cock out and pushing your skirt up. “Be a good girl for me, baby, and spread your legs wider.”

You spread your legs, whimpering when Mickey strokes your puffy clit before pulling your knickers to the side and sliding through your tight walls. Your moan pierces through the room and downstairs, letting everyone know exactly what the two of you are doing. He grunts, pinning you down to the bed before he pounds into you hard and fast, watching you become dumb under his strokes. “That’s right, baby girl.” He groans, hand wrapping around your throat and softly squeezing. “Doing so good for me, wrapped so nicely around my cock.” Your walls spasm around his throbbing member, squeezing the life out of him. “You feel so good.” He slams into you hard, fucking into you until you see stars.

You bite into him, wrapping your arms and legs around him tightly, and your hips move with his thrusts. Nails dig into his flesh, whining and babbling, feeling your mind become fuzzy. “M–Mickey, feels….” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your sweet spot, your mouth hangs open and your back arches. 

“Feels what, baby girl? Hmm? Are you too dumb to finish what you were trying to say?” You nod, not even hearing what he’s saying, as your juices squirt out of you and cover him. Mickey groans. “Fucking hell, you’re such a fucking slut.” He buries himself deep inside you, pounding until his cum spurts out of his tip. “Jesus, baby girl. You always feel so good for me, like my good little girl.”

“Mmhm, I’s sleepy.” You snuggle into him once he pulls out, clutching him tightly.

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macro/micro, all m/m, nsft, noncon, ownership, objectification

A man meets someone at a punk show with some unique (and unwilling) piercing jewelry.

He was a little embarrassed about it. Whole basement full of people in t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, cargo shorts, understated glasses, natural-color hair, normal, ordinary, perfectly attractive people, and here he was stealing glances at Mr. Hot Topic. Like a time traveler from 2005. Like a kid’s show’s idea of a punk rocker. But fuck if the eye shadow wasn’t doing something for him.

Bo leaned over to Mickey. “Billie Joe Armstrong over there,” he shouted. Might as well be whispering, the band was so loud. This was why he didn’t go to punk shows.

Mickey laughed. “Gerard Way over there?”

“Yeah, yeah, Pete Wentz over there. You know these people. He into dudes?”

He shrugged. “Fucking look at him. If he’s not bi, I’ll eat my socks.”

While the bands switched over, Bo approached him with a beer. He was sweaty from moshing, his dye-fried hair tussled, and very glad for the beverage. The guy was a few inches shorter than Bo, chubbier. His tattoos were numerous and seemed mostly DIY, and Bo was pretty sure he caught a glance of nipple piercing when his shirt settled just right.

“You’re pretty hardcore, man,” he opened. “No way you don’t have a band, right?”

He laughed. “Aw, I’m kind of in-between right now. Why, you trying to start something?”

“Well, I wanna start something .” Bo rose his brows.

He looked him up and down and licked his lips. “Teddy,” he said.

“Bo.” 

They shook hands.

The shed in the backyard was unlocked. Bo slammed him against one decaying wood wall, between a scrap metal shelf and a lawnmower, and a shower of dust rained on them. Tongues in mouths immediately. Fuck yes, a tongue piercing. The next band was starting up, he could hear them muffled through the wall. Grimy, throbbing, loud. That would make a nice soundtrack.

Against his tongue, something… moved? Did Teddy’s tongue piercing just move?

Bo pulled back. It was way too dark in here to see anything but the outlines of his face. The slightest shadow betrayed his frown. “Um, I think your piercing, um-”

“Oh!” He laughed. “Fuck, sorry, I forgot. Hold on.” Teddy took his phone out and shone the flashlight into his mouth. 

“Oh, shit!”

There was a guy in there. In his tongue. Some sort of plate encircled his chest, keeping him in place. His arms were spread out over the tongue’s surface. Couldn’t have been taller than an inch. Teddy flipped his tongue up to show off his little legs, kicking frantically. He was nude, except for the hardware. 

Teddy flicked off his phone light and Bo stuttered weakly. He wanted a better look, he wanted to figure out that mechanics of that whole thing. Was it clamped on? Screwed? Who agreed to do that? Why was there a tiny guy? 

“Bandmate,” Teddy said, as if that explained anything. “That’s why we broke up. There was some weird electrical incident during practice while I was on a smoke break. I like to keep an eye on ‘em.”

“And they’re cool with that?”

He cackled. “Absolutely not!”

Bo slipped his hand up Teddy’s shirt. His “nipple piercings” were soft and warm and wiggled at his touch. It felt like these two were strapped lengthwise along barbells. Cuffed at the wrists and ankles, maybe?

“Here’s a fun game,” Teddy said. “See if you can make them all come.”

“And what’s the prize?”

“I’ll suck your fucking dick, Bo, obviously.”

He smiled. That was fair.

Kissing first, then. Bo lapped at the tiny man’s chest. He imagined him sputtering and shouting. Couldn’t actually hear anything over the music. Of course, it didn’t take much to drown out a voice that small.

He paused. “Who is he, anyways?”

“Rich. He was tryna get us to call him Dragon, though. Drummer.”

“He’s in your mouth, and he’s not the vocalist?”

Teddy laughed. “You’ll get there.”

His tongue returned and slipped down underneath. The man tried to kick his legs against him to keep his tongue away just a little bit longer, so Bo twisted it vertically and slid in between. He pressed up hard and dragged back slow, rocked his tongue back and forth, grinded against him. If he really focused he could taste it… the musk, the sweat. He must be sweating nonstop in there, far more humid than any sauna. Bo flicked his tongue against the tiny sack. With the smallest bit of pressure, his tongue could press in and envelope his entire package. He wiggled it until he felt the whole body stiffen, and then the littlest hint of salt.

Bo pulled back. Saliva dribbled down his chin. “That was hot,” he panted.

“Don’t stop now,” Teddy teased back.

He pushed his shirt up and slicked his inner lip against Teddy’s solid, wrinkled nipple. His piercing strained against the contact. 

Teddy gasped and sighed. “That’s Al. Bassist. But I just call him lefty now.”

Bo could slide him out to one side. He kissed his lower half and felt the nub of his straining cock poking between his lips. Could just barely hear him yell… Not sure if it was a scream of pleasure or resistance, but both ideas were getting him hard. He was so little, he couldn’t even penetrate halfway through Bo’s pursed lips. Bo half-sucked half-kissed on him. The tiny man awkwardly tried to hump back and he smiled. “I think lefty’s liking this,” he muttered.

Teddy laughed. “Oh, are you being a good toy, Al? You being a sweetie?”

Bo smiled and gave his nipple another kiss. He tasted cum.

He wondered if they’d all wind up obedient and eager one day, like this one seemed to be becoming. Maybe it was just too overwhelming. The smell, the taste, the feeling of his flesh encircling them. They were almost part of his body. It had to be maddening. 

“Good boy,” Bo whispered. He heard a squeak in response. 

He brought his hand to Teddy’s right nipple. Righty had a lot more fight in him. Bo leaned in and brought his ear up. God, he was screaming, but he couldn’t begin to make it out. It sounded a bit more like desperate begging than anger, he thought. Bo spat on him and brought his ear back, right up to him, then pinched the piercing longways and wiggled him back and forth so the saliva worked its way between him and the interior of the nipple keeping him captive. His shouting devolved into humiliating, uncontrolled noises, and finally a long moan and quiet panting.

“Your vocalist’s got lungs,” Bo muttered.

Teddy laughed. “Nah, Grant was lead guitar.”

He frowned. “You’re vocalist?”

“Nope. Keyboard. Still gotta make the vocalist cum.”

Bo’s fingers trailed down to his belly button. Empty.

“C’mon, dude, you being dense?”

His eyebrows twitched. Oh. Duh. 

Bo reached down and slowly, carefully unzipped Teddy’s jeans. He tugged down his underwear, that smooth-textured mesh kind, and felt up his cock. On the short side, with a nice thickness and shockingly soft skin. And there on the very tip, one last tiny body. Prince Albert style, ankles and wrists cuffed together by a strict straight piece of metal, coated completely in pre. 

“Fuck,” Bo whispered. “Lemme see.”

“Go ahead.”

He got down on his haunches and turned on his phone flash. God, the little guy was soaked . Long hair flattened against him, thick liquid coating his whole body. He looked right into Bo’s eyes and even at his tiny, tiny size his expression was clear. Contempt. And exhaustion.

Bo took his sweet time looking at him. The erection must have been constricting him even further, what did that feel like? To be so directly at the mercy of another man’s libido? When Teddy came… when he pissed …

He leaned in and slowly licked up his shaft, taking his sweet, sweet time dragging the very tip of his tongue up the man’s body. Teddy moaned, and even more pre bubbled up around the man. He sputtered and gagged. 

“Frontman gets front stage,” Bo muttered.

“Now you’re getting it.”

He turned off his phone and stood back up. Before Teddy could argue, Bo pulled out his dick. With a hand, he carefully pressed their heads together. Fuck. God, fuck, it was incredible feeling the little man against him. The prisoner. He was like an insect compared to a of couple dudes fucking in a stranger’s garden shed.

Bo jacked them both off, tip to tip, the little piece of jewelry smashed in the center of them. “Jesus,” he hissed. “It’s so fucking hot, Teddy, they live in you.”

“It’s all I think about,” he panted. “He feels every twitch in my cock. They-they feel everything.”

“They should worship you.”

Teddy moaned and spurted over his hand, his cock, and no doubt half-drowned his prisoner. “Oh, fuck. Shit. Sorry, I─ Jesus, you got me hot.”

“Please suck me off,” he muttered.

“Yeah, dude. Yeah, yeah.” Teddy got down on his knees and licked up Bo’s shaft and oh god, he nearly forgot about the tiny in there. His arms fruitlessly fought off the tide of his flesh, and when Teddy took him in and pumped in and out he flailed to find any stability at all. “Are you jealous?” Teddy asked.

“God, yes.”

“You’d like some too, wouldn’t you?” He brought his tongue up and expertly slid the upper half of the little body down Bo’s slit. Oh, god, all those tiny movements suddenly dancing around inside of his cock.

Bo gasped and grabbed at his hair. “Yes!”

“I could… set up another accident. Maybe some of your friends. Or a hookup.”

“Please, please. Let’s be gods, Teddy.”

“You’d really be willing to do that? To another human being?”

“Yes!!” he squealed.

Teddy chuckled. “Good to know. I actually was thinking about a navel piercing.”

Bo froze. “Wait─” he muttered, but Teddy had already gone back to sucking him off, even more vigorously. He tried shoving him off and his hands faltered, his collar slipped over his shoulder, his pants slipped down. “Wait, Teddy─” he whimpered, and his voice was already so much smaller. Teddy bent over further and further down until he had to scoop Bo up, letting his shirt fall to the ground. Sitting in his hands, he was handheld. And the tongue, it was just so overwhelming. Bo couldn’t manage to get any sort of grip to push it off, just a helpless victim to its pressure. He came into Teddy’s wide-open mouth, assaulting him with awful humid air, and he could feel it, he could tell it could easily fit him in by now. Bo scrambled desperately away, but to where? There was palm on every side of him, and an awful fall past that.

Light blinded him and the surface he laid on tipped around as his new owner inspected him. “But maybe a scrotal piercing would be better… How ‘bout a trial run?” The light flicked off. His world turned and tumbled Bo went into a rapid free-fall. He hit some tense fabric, trampoline-like, and that shifted too until he was pressed up against bumpy, musky skin, squashed directly underneath his sack. “See how you like it, hardware,” Teddy called down. “Not like you’ll have much choice.”

[taylortots-world]

Ready For Love

Summary: Reader and Dean are watching over a nearby neighborhood. Just the two of you. What could possibly happen?

Warnings: (18+)(minors dni!) lil' sexy time in baby ;), smut

Note: Sorry- this seems long?? I'm just playing around with different perspectives atm, so enjoy this first person piece. Like or reblog if you enjoy :)

Sam had sent Dean and I away to stake out a specific neighborhood that had a series of odd murderers and disappearances. While we were at this spot, Sam was staking out the neighborhood a block over. It was freezing in the Impala. The leather seats didn’t help. In the winter, the seats were like giant ice blocks. In the summer, it was like putting your bare ass on a hot grill. I rested my head against the window, watching as my breath slightly fogged the window.

“And we are officially- out of coffee.” Dean said, rattling the empty thermos.

I looked over at him, groaning. “I told you to save me a sip.”

He shrugged, tossing the empty thermos into the backseat. “Whiskey will have to do. It’ll keep us plenty warm.” He smirked at me as he dug around in his inner pocket.

“Good point.” I sat up and pulled my bag right between my legs, unzipping it. I was praying that I had been smart enough to pack a bottle of whiskey. I looked up, slightly squinting as I continued to feel around my bag. Notebook, pens, tampons, everything but whiskey. I was starting to lose hope, then I felt the sleek mickey that had been buried at the very bottom of my bag.

“A-ha.” I sang, snatching up the bottle, smiling at Dean as I pulled it out.

“Great minds thing alike.” He nodded towards me, holding up his flask. I swear- he never left the house without that thing. I can always count on him for a little pick me up during the day, or any hour real.  I smiled widely, unscrewing the top before taking a long sip. The liquid burning my throat on the way down- in the best way possible. I slightly inhaled through my teeth.

“Good shit.” I nodded, holding the mickey out for Dean. His fingers gently brushed against mine as he took the bottle. My heart slightly fluttered- it shouldn’t have. Pull yourself together, Y/N.

***

Both the bottle and flask were drained, and the both of us were definitely feeling our buzz. My face felt hot and flushed due to the alcohol- and Dean of course. He always knew what to say and when to say it. I can see how he gets so many chicks.

“Yes- Sam peed himself. He still won’t admit it till this day.” We were both practically in hysterics. I held my stomach as I laughed.

“You’re going to kill me Winchester.” My laughter died down as I wiped a tear away with my knuckle.

“Oh I couldn’t kill you, sweetheart .” He said as his face appeared beside mine. I couldn’t help but drink him up. His freckled skin, piercing green eyes, the way his lips were slightly parted.

Silence. I was practically star struck. Was he hinting at something? Before I knew it, I was leaning in. Giving in, I gently gripped his face as I kissed him. He immediately kissed me back, no hesitation.

Our gentle kisses quickly turned into hot, rough kisses. I ran my hands down his broad arms, I needed more. He nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to hum into his mouth. He pulled away, his forehead against mine. He smelt of whiskey and his incredible natural musk.

“Backseat?” He asked, his eyes never leaving mine. My eyes flicked to his lips as I quickly nodded.

Dean pulled away and quickly swung the drivers door open, slamming it behind him. I wasted no time and decided to crawl over the front seat, hitting the backseat with an ‘oof’. Dean opened the door, smirking down at me as he shrugged his jacket off. I quickly pushed the discarded thermos from earlier off the seat, along with my own jacket. I fully laid back on the seat, my chest slightly heaving as I watched him. He tossed his jacket into the front seat and slowly covered my body with his. I gripped the collar of his henley, tugging his lips to mine. He started kissing a trail down my jawline to my neck and collarbone. My weak spot. I’ve dreamt of how his lips would feel against mine. My neck, legs. How his head would look between my legs.

“Your tense,” He said against my neck, peppering lighter kisses “Let me help you relax.” He whispered, his stubble tickling my neck.

I nodded, watching as his hands slid up my sides, taking my shirt with it.

“This okay?” He looked up at me, stopping right before my breasts.

“Yes- please.” I was practically begging. I was putty in his hands already.

I raised my arms, allowing him to slide my top up. My bra was a deep mauve. I would’ve worn a matching set if I knew this was going to happen.

I watched as an even bigger smirk grew on Dean’s face. He gently cupped my breasts, kneading them. Arousal was pooling more than ever. I could feel my panties as they began to dampen. I quickly leaned up, kissing him deeply. As our lips moved in sync , my hands disappeared behind my back to fumble around with the bra hooks. Once the hooks were undone, I watched his face closely as I slid the bra off, allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Oh darlin’..” He said as he took in the sight of my bare tits. He ducked his head behind my ear, kissing down my neck and collarbone once again. Once he got to my tits, he kissed, licked, and sucked as much as he could. His tongue found my right nipple, gently flicking it.

“Dean-” I sighed out, my eyes shut as pleasure overtook me.

“Use your words babe, tell me what you want.” He said between kisses, moving to give my other nipple some attention.

“I want you- I need you to fuck me.” I usually wasn’t this upfront- but Dean flipped a switch within me. I don’t know what it is, but I just need him more than ever right now.

He softly laughed against my skin. “Lay back, let me take care of you.”

His lips worked down my torso, right until the waistband of my pants. He kissed across the area right about my waistband, causing me to squirm underneath him.

“I know princess, I know. I’m gettin’ to it.” He looked up at me through his thick lashes. He hooked his fingers in the sides of the band, gently tugging them down. He kissed down my leg until the pants were at my ankles. I gently kicked them off, making sure not to hit him.

“These-” He ran his fingers along the top of my panties “Are cute, but they have to go.”

I quickly lifted my ass off the seat and slid the panties down to my midthigh, making it easier for Dean to remove them. My pussy was now on display for him. I was slightly embarrassed- I hadn’t shaven that weak. A gentle stubble covered me.

“Sorry- I haven’t shaven yet. Maybe you shouldn’t-” Before I could get another word out, my panties were off and his face was buried between my legs.

I gasped, my hand immediately found his head. My fingers gently gripping his hair as his mouth worked. His lips were wrapped around my clit, occasionally flicking his tongue. His hands slid to my hips, in an attempt to keep me still. I continued to wiggle under his touch. He pulled away, running his fingers through my folds. My breath caught in my throat as he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean.

“So delicious-” He said before sliding two fingers in.

I moaned and arched off the seat. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

His fingers moved at a moderate pace. I gave him a few teasing squeezes, causing him to smirk.

“Dean- I need more.” I whined, causing him to curl his fingers.

After my plea, his fingers moved quicker. His curled fingers hitting all the right places. I felt the coil heating in my stomach already.

“Please don’t stop-” I begged, throwing my head back against the inner console of the car door.

“Mm, you gonna’ come for me?” He whispered, continuing exactly what he was doing. I could come just from hearing his voice alone.

I quickly nodded as my breathing began to pick up, my core heating more and more.

“Fuck- I’m gonna come.” I whispered. I was practically white knuckling his hair, making sure not to tug too hard. Then it happened. I saw stars. My orgasm snapped like an elastic band, my whole body trembling. I kept my eyes shut and moaned as pleasure washed over me in waves.

“Thatta’ girl. You alive up there?” He slowly crawled up my body, hands on either side of me as he hovered above me. I slowly opened my eyes and was face to face with him. I was still recovering from my high. No guy had ever made me come. Especially not like that.

“I’m alive.” I said, slightly giggling. “You got a condom?” I asked as I gently traced his features with my fingertips.

“Yeah, hang on.” He rose to his knees, his bulge begging to be set free.

He snatched up his jacket off of the floor, searching all his pockets. I sat up, kissing his chest and abs, toying with his belt at the same time.

He sighed as he looked down at me, watching me closely. Once his belt was undone, I quickly tugged his pants down. Dean sat down on the seat, lifting his butt to slide his jeans fully off. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his bulge. The shape- the size. I flipped around, seating myself beside him. I nibbled on my bottom lip as my left hand found it’s way up his thigh, to his crotch. I gently rubbed him over his boxers, feeling his cock twitch under my touch. He brushed my hair out of the way before attacking my neck with his mouth. Goosebumps coated my arms as he gently raked his teeth against my flesh. I had never been so enticed by someone before. I have never needed someone this badly.

“You’re killin’ me.” His voice was muffled against my neck, vibrating against my skin.

“Let me help you relax.” I purred, quoting him from earlier.

“Hey, that’s my line.” He pulled back, smirking at me.

I lowered my mouth to his shoulder, kissing and licking a trail down his arm to where I wanted him most. My stomach tightened as I gently tugged his boxers down, his cock springing free. I felt my jaw go slack, my mouth watering. Not wasting another minute I lowered my mouth, taking him inch by inch. I hummed around him as I began to bob my head.

“Fuck Y/N-” He moaned, tilting his head back against the seat.

His hand ran up my back, before planting it in my hair.

The corners of my mouth twitched upwards. The sounds he was making as I bobbed my head up and down were fueling my arousal even more.

“As good as this feels- I need to be inside you babe.” His voice laced with desperation. I swear he could read my thoughts. My pussy was clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

“Lay back, make yourself comfortable.” Dean slid to the side of the backseat, giving me room to reposition myself.

I laid back, using his t-shirt as a pillow. I looked up, meeting his dark green stare, goosebumps coated my skin instantly. This man didn’t even have to touch me. He could simply look at me and I’d be a mess. He ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth before rolling the condom onto himself.

“You ready baby?” He asked in a hushed town as he hovered over me, covering my body with his. I quickly nodded, placing a few soft kisses to his collarbone.

Our gazes never broke away from each other as he slowly slid into me. My jaw went slack once more as I felt him stretching my walls out perfectly with his cock.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He said against my ear as he slowly started rocking into me. I couldn’t help but moan.

“Oh fuck Dean-” I moaned out. I dragged my nails down his back, earning a grunt from him. I continued to rake my nails across his back, making sure not to dig them too deep.

He lifted his head, kissing me deeply as his hips sped up. He slowly rose, his hips still thrusting and grinding into me. A mischievous smirk grew on his face as he placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing gentle circles.

My back arched up off of the seat, a loud gasp leaving my lips. If he kept this up, I wasn’t going to last much longer. I could tell he was nearing his own orgasm.

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” He groaned out, his brows furrowing in pleasure.

“Come for me, please.” I rasped as his thumb moved faster against my clit.

“Come with me baby.” His breathing became ragged before exploding inside of me. The condom catching the remains of his orgasm.

One more circle around my clit and I was a mess. My whole body, trembling. Nothing but inaudible curses and moans. Dean collapsed on top of me, both of still breathing hard from our highs.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” I said as I gently stroked his head, playing with his hair.

“We should make this a reoccurring thing.” Dean said, the side of his face resting against my tit.

[doodlevich]

DTIYS: Mickey + Puppy 🐶

For dear Harvey’s challenge!❤️ @mikhailoisbaby

I got inspired by Mickey and the dog and wondered how Ian would fit in to the whole things… and then a wrote a little au meetcute fic about it for good measure :-)

🔽🔽🔽

“The fuck is wrong with that thing?”

Ian glances over his shoulder and in doing so almost trips over a tree root sticking out of the ground.

Standing in front of him is a gorgeous, dark haired man, sporting blue eyes that basically pierce Ian’s fucking soul. He’s wearing various shades of black and the look of disgust curling up his sharp features tells Ian that the guy wouldn’t like it much if he was referred to as ‘slightly petite’.

But he is, though. Just Ian’s type.

“What’s w-wrong with what?” Ian sputters, at a loss for words as he takes it all in. Then he remembers he happens to be holding a shivering chihuahua wrapped in a pink puffer doggie vest and pink booties to match.

Goddamnit Tami.

“Oh? The chihuahua?” Ian chuckles once the pieces all click. “She belongs to my sister-in-law. I’m dog-sitting while she and my brother visit her family.”

The dark haired stranger snorts. “If you can call that a dog.” He reaches down to pat his own animal on the head, and Ian realizes he was so caught up with the man than he didn’t even notice the pit-bull by his side. “Looks like it’s one wrong move away from being lunch-meat.”

Ian shrugs. It’s a fair point.

“Yeaaaah, Penelope it’s one for picking fights.” The Chihuahua wriggles in the crook of his arm and yips at the mention of her name.

The man snorts. “Penelope? Jesus Christ, man.”

“Fitting right?” Ian smiles at the pitbull’s blissed our expression as the mystery man scratches below the chin. “What’s his name then?” He nods towards the larger dog. “Monster-mutt? Grave-digger? Maximum Destruction?”

The man laughs, a low rumble, and it’s the best thing Ian’s ever heard with his own two ears.

“First off, stop listing names of fuckin’ monster trucks.” He snorts. “And second, her name is Lia.”

Ian laughs along. “And you’re over here busting Penelope’s balls for having a cutesy name?”

The man shrugs. “She already had a name when I adopted her from the rescue shelter. Not gonna confuse her by re-naming her.”

“She’s a rescue dog, huh?” Everything Ian learns makes him want to know more about this guy. “Mind if I ask her owner’s name?” Ian can’t tell if he’s being smooth or coming across as a dumbass, but the man seems amused regardless.

“Me? Name’s Mickey.” He extends his hand to shake, and before Ian takes it he notices the knuckle tats- yet another factor to drive him wild. “How about you? Got a name?”

“Ian.” Ian shakes his hand firmly, and it feels like more than a mere formality. He swears he’s not imagining it- there’s a spark when they touch, and Ian realizes he can’t waste an opportunity to change his life for the better.

“You up to anything after this?” Ian asks, projecting all the confidence he can muster. “I know a bar about a block from here that’s dog-friendly…”

Mickey’s eyebrows shoot up, and for a moment Ian wonders if he’s reading the signals wrong. Then a grin appears on Mickey’s face.

“You askin’ me on a date, Ian?”

Ian’s face heats up, but he’s giddy, something he hasn’t felt in years. “Maybe. If that’s what you wanna call it. Kinda just want to get to know you better, Mickey.”

“You’re in luck then, cuz I love a good mid-day beer.” Mickey sets off down the park path, motioning for Ian to follow him. “And a drinking buddy wouldn’t be so bad, either.”

It takes Ian a moment to realize that this is Mickey’s way of saying ‘yes’, but once he does, he’s jogging to catch up, Penelope bouncing in the crook of his arm.

Something tells Ian he’s just made the best decision of his life.

[the-realest-spot-conlon]

Ooh ooh you said requests right?

Ok sooo can you right purly going on a date and Curly goes to pick up Ponyboy and the gang makes fun of them but like not in a bad way like a funny way or whatever

Please and thank you

😃

Curly looked himself over in the mirror once again. He'd never admit it, but damn was he nervous. He smoothed down his button up beneath his leather jacket, sprayed one more spray of cheap cologne, checked to make sure his curls still looked good, and took a deep breath. This had to go well, or else Pony would probably deny a second date, and Curly would have ruined his chance.

"are you borrowing my car?" Tim walked in.

"Can I?" Curly asked, the nerves evident in his tone of voice.

"Sure kid," Tim patted Curly's back, noticing the nerves. "it's gonna be great. Just go, have fun, and be yourself and shit," Tim tried to hype up Curly. "Plus, how could he resist that hair?" Tim looked in the mirror with Curly, locking eyes through the glass.

"Hey kid, relax. You got this," Tim added. "Just breath."

Curly did as told, taking a few deep breaths before finally stepping out of the bathroom, making his way for the door. "Bye Angel, bye Tim!" He said his goodbyes and he was off.

Tossing Tim's keys in his hands a few times before opening the door, Curly felt his nerves slowly slipping away. He regained his confidence as he drove out of the driveway, on his way to Ponyboy's house.

---------

"Are you ready?" Soda stuck his head into the bathroom, flashing Pony one of his movie star smiles.

Pony slicked back his hair one more time with a comb, smoothed over the leather jacket he wore every time he went somewhere special ever since Dallas' death. he slipped Johnny's switchblade into his pocket just for emergencies as he finally responded to Soda. "I'm ready," He said as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"Lookin' sharp," Soda hyped up Pony boy.

Pony stepped out into the living room to see Two-bit, Steve, and Darry all watching TV. The second he noticed Pony's entrance, Darry stood up and walked over to Ponyboy.

"You tell that Shepard kid that if he tries anything, I'll skin him alive," Darry instructed sternly.

"Looks like you can tell him yourself!" Soda ran for the door when three short knocks broke through the sound of their talking. Pony tried to beat Soda to the door so Curly wouldn't have to deal with his brothers, but Darry held him back.

"Hey Curly, how ya been?" Soda asked with his usual charm, but Curly could tell something about the undertones of his voice were unsettling.

"take good care of him, got it?" Darry demanded to Curly.

"Yes sir," Curly said smoothly. "I won't even let a fly bite him," he teased.

"Let us know if Pony is a good kisser," Two-bit shouted from the couch, his eyes still fixated on Mickey Mouse.

Pony's cheeks flushed bright pink at Two-bit's statement, but Curly just smirked. "Will do," he responded, winking at Ponyboy.

"And here I was thinking Pony would be a ladies man like me," Sodapop said, but Pony could tell it was just brotherly teasing. "Just be glad you didn't end up like Darry," Soda whispered loudly on purpose.

"Trust me, I am," Pony loudly whispered back. Darry just glared at the two with piercing eyes.

"ready?" Curly stuck out his hand for Ponyboy to take.

"ready." Pony took his hand.

[clouisluvr]

part two to dating sean diaz headcannons maybe??

hi beautiful people❤️ i hope you’re all doing well, im sorry about how long this has taken it’s definitely overdue🫠 im gonna try and keep slowly making my way through requests so bare with me! hope you guys enjoy this <3 also please cutely pretend to not see any potential typos LMAOO

incoming summoning of all sean diaz lovers …

- sean is the type of boyfriend to buy you so many squishmallows but be pretend jealous at how many hugs you give them😭 jokingly says you probably love the squishmallows more than you love him but will still always buy you more when you see them together at costco trips

- a slow kiss enthusiast! sean prefers a more sensual and intimate make out sesh rather than a fast and rushed one, definitely has his hand cupped on your cheek, with the other resting on your thigh as his thumb gently rubs the skin there. will stop for a second to make deep eye contact with you and tell him he loves you before leaning back in😵‍💫 (i Fear i need him expeditiously..)

- if u have/want piercings he’d totally get them with you! cute matching septum/nose piercings methinks

- one of yalls fave things to do would be chatting shit ab bad tv LMAOO. like yall are always tuned into love island, too hot to handle etc. you both pretend it’s Insufferable but really you love hatewatching it (unfortunately daniel cannot watch with yall, esteban tells him its too inappropriate😭)

- MARIO KART MATCHES ALWAAYSS!!! after friday sleepovers yall will spend saturday mornings after breakfast playing! sean gives meeee… luigi or link main vibes? i think hes pretty good at it tbh, lowkey competitive but will happily throw the match the second you pout ab losing (unless ur an s tier mario kart player in which case yall will race against each other all day LMAO) oh and Ofc daniel plays with you guys but i think daniel would be absolutely HORRIBLEE at mario kart, everyone just lets him think hes good LMAOO

- in my last sean post i said that he prefers small displays of affection in public but in private he’s a lot more comfortable with touching you. nonstop cuddles, kisses every part of you he can see. loves for you to straddle or lay on top of him, will rest his hands on your hips or small of your back. likes for you to be kinda laid on top of him as yall laze around for a while, he basically uses you as a weighted blanket. sean loves doing nothing with you - sometimes just being quiet in your presence is perfect for him. unfortunately for sean its rare that he gets to be as affectionate as he wants with you because daniels alwaayss hovering around yall, and if not daniel, its esteban making sure his bedroom doors not closed😭

- esteban definitely works extremely hard and slightly struggles to make ends meet but would still wanna spoil sean and daniel -so any family trip he manages to save up for you are absolutely invited! sean would happily be a slightly cringe couple at disneyland with matching mickey ears, (not the kind of couples that cling to each other in the line for rides though LMAO). and every time daniels too short for a ride, sean will always always tease him and you have to give him a lil whack on the shoulder and then comfort daniel. when esteban (eventually) takes sean and daniel to see puerto lobos, he invites you along. you’re considered a part of the diaz family so esteban wants to share where he comes from with you and his sons :’) lots of long beach days with sean and daniel there!!! sean probably gets a lot of art inspiration from seeing you by the beach, probably having a playful water fight with daniel. he thinks you’re in your element when you’re being totally carefree. your joy is radiant for sean and inspires some of his greatest artworks :’)

- i think sean would need some reassurance from his partner. karen being an absentee mother has most likely given sean some abandonment issues so he’ll tend to feel anxious and insecure from time to time. genuine love and patience from his partner will help sean continue to open up and feel more secure in his relationship with you

- arguments with sean would be … a bit terrifying ill be real! the man is scary when he’s mad, i think he’d try his best to keep his emotions under control but frustrations get the better of us sometimes and he may end up saying something hurtful💔 he instantly feels guilty and apologises profusely but also understands saying ‘im sorry’ isnt always enough to take away the hurt caused. if you give him the silent treatment for a bit, i imagine he’d actually turn to daniel for advice! i think daniel would actually give weirdly helpful advice LMAO. he’d probably tell sean to start the conversation off by giving you something you like, like a choc-o-crisp. it sounds stupid at first but sean would probably attempt to bake you something (and fail horrendously) but seeing the effort he puts in to try and make things right is the perfect first step to resolving the argument :’) sean would definitely value communication in a relationship and wouldn’t want you to hold back about any potential problems!!

- you’d become a bit of a motif in seans artwork! he’d unintentionally draw some of your features or favourite interests in the background of his art, it becomes a sort of signature. you’re his muse!

- couples costumes for halloween are a must. for oct 2022 yall would show up to parties (and trick or treating with daniel) as miles morales and spider gwen!!

- i think the diaz family have a family game night every now and then that you obviously attend! they don’t hold back with you though, they will stack uno cards against you like crazy if you’re about to win😭 and daniel most definitely cheats at monopoly and takes extra money from the bank, to which sean always complains🤭

- during yours and seans early days of dating, he’d probably go out of his way to keep you from meeting his dad and daniel. not because hes ashamed of them.. more so he knows how embarrassing they can get and he doesn’t want you to think he’s weird. he’ll explain this to esteban after inevitably being badgered to bring you over for dinner one night, to which his dad will tell him that if you’re really right for sean and genuinely like him, you’ll accept his family too. besiiidees how ‘embarrassing’ can they really get? well .. i think your first time meeting seans family would be a bit disastrous. sean would insist on cooking dinner, i think he’d attempt lasagna but would leave it in the oven too long. as you arrive, daniel is probably in the midst of attempting another zombie costume project whilst sean and esteban freak out over the burnt lasagna now setting the smoke alarm off. once you arrive and knock on the door the muffled chaos from inside goes SILENT followed by the sound of some rushed movements and whispers. sean lets you in with a slightly panicked smile and despite the smell of smoke wafting into your nose, the ear piercing ringing of the smoke alarm harshly hitting your ears and the sight of his little brother drenched in what you hope is fake blood, you smile back at him and lean in to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek and all of seans worries about you coming over are instantly soothed.

- seans the type of boyfriend to be totally down with a pamper session. he’ll happily let you play aesthetician with him, applying multiple face masks, plucking his brows, waxing his legs, shaving his face, doing his makeup etc. sean seems like the type to have relatively clear and healthy skin but he’s left glowing after yalls little spa sessions!

- lyla ADORES you. you guys are probably incredibly close friends (actually i think lyla most likely introduced you and sean) you and sean are aware of lyla’s fear of her and sean not being friends one day, so you both make an effort to not leave her out of things. you guys definitely go to concerts and new movies together and make a bunch of amazing memories.

- sean has a polaroid of you in the back of his phone case❤️ his lockscreens reserved for his dad and daniel!

- absolutely adores you borrowing his tshirts or hoodies… he loves seeing you in his clothes but more so loves how they always smell like you after you wear them. if you’re bigger than sean he’d love borrowing any cute graphic tees or hoodies you had too.

- i think sean would spend christmas eve with your family and you’d spend christmas day with his! sean would paint you the most beautiful portrait of a candid photo of you, alongside a personalised photo necklace (these are so so cool - you can place a customised photo inside of the necklace, and you see it once you look inside the heart pendant!!) it’s probably of a picture that esteban took of the two of you during your holiday in puerto lobos. its one of the most beautiful meaningful gifts he could have gotten you, and you wear the necklace every day.

- i think when sean falls for someone he doesnt fall fast but once he does fall, he falls VERYY deeply in love. you bring him so much happiness and he loves expressing that through big and small gestures. randomly surprising you with flowers during the week, suddenly being overwhelmed with a wave of songs that remind him of you prompting him to make you a mixtape, writing you love letters, absentmindedly finding himself doodling you on a post it note mid class and handing it to you. sean loves you with all his being and shows it to you every day.

[mmmichyyy]

hiiii!!! 🖤🧡 what about 43 'Pick up lines only work when I'm drunk.' and 50 'Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?' 😋

#50. "is it just me, or is it cold as hell in here?"

"try the door again."

ian rolls his eyes, but pulls at the frozen metal handle again for the tenth time. still stuck. doesn't budge, not even a little bit.

"i told you, linda will come save us once she realizes no one's manning the store out front."

"yeah?" mickey spits out. "and what're we gonna to tell her when she asks why we're in the freezer together, huh?"

"i'm pretty sure she already suspects something," ian points out. "i mean, we're not exactly slick about it."

"should've fuckin' kept it in your pants," mickey mumbles, not meeting ian's eyes, "you and your stupidass dick."

"didn't hear you complaining a couple minutes ago when i was balls deep inside you," ian replies wryly.

if he wasn't already shivering his ass off, he'd probably die just from mickey's icy glare, sharp cuts piercing into his soul.

"whatever. just stay the fuck away from me."

"fine."

"fine."

mickey lets out a huff before crossing his bare arms across his chest, the security vest doing nothing to keep him warm, making it an obvious point to not look at ian's direction. ian does the same, wrapping the thin hoodie around his body to conserve whatever limited body heat he can, stewing in frustration at how infuriating the boy in front of him is being.

a few minutes of stony silence goes by, save for the motor of the freezer fan continuously circulating cold air. ian has a moment of weakness and chances a peek out of the corner of his eye, and he's met with the sight of mickey, teeth chattering and goosebumps lining his arms. an indescribable pang of something curls deep in ian's stomach.

"is it just me," ian says, lightly, a feeble attempt at levity, "or is it cold as hell in here?"

nothing. nada from mickey. ian sighs.

"you want my hoodie?"

mickey scowls and continues to give him the silent treatment, mouth pressed into a tight line. but ian can see mickey's tough facade slowly chipping away, the continuing drop in temperature draining the colour from his face.

"c'mon man, you're freezing," ian sighs again. "just take my hoodie."

zip. zilch. ian lets out a huff of exasperation.

"fuck it," he mutters, before taking three steps and wrapping an extremely bewildered mickey into a surprise hug, tight enough so that mickey can't squirm or escape or whack him in the head.

"the fuck, gallagher," mickey practically yells, but his voice comes out hoarse and raspy. ian doesn't budge. "get off me, you lunatic."

"just relax, mick," ian whispers into mickey's ear, softer than he intended, and mickey goes completely still. "no one can see us. and i don't want to bury your body if you die of hypothermia."

ian feels puffs of air tickle his neck. it takes a minute, but ian senses the exact moment when mickey gives in, sagging his body weight into ian's embrace. they've never touched like this before without the pretense of sex, and it almost sends ian down a spiral. his heart starts thumping against his chest when mickey's hands skim along the exposed sliver above his hips, tentatively ghosting his skin like he's not sure if he's allowed to touch.

you can touch me, ian wants to say. touch me wherever you want. do you care about me the same way i care about you? do you?

"gallagher," mickey breathes, and ian's heart soars, "i–"

"ian? mickey? are you in there?"

mickey jumps, breaking apart from ian's embrace, and ian feels the loss immediately as linda whips the freezer door wide open.

"what the–" she starts to say, just as mickey slips past her without a word or a backwards glance. a hollow twist curls tight in ian's stomach. "what the hell were you two doing in here?"

"mickey was helping me with um... stocking the shelves, then the door closed behind us and the handle was stuck, so...." ian trails off lamely.

"uh huh." he can tell by the look on linda's face that she doesn't believe him, but she doesn't push him any further. probably too tired to get into it. "go drink something hot and warm yourself up. i'll call someone to fix the door tomorrow."

ian fully expected mickey to ditch the rest of his shift, so he's surprised when he sees mickey still in the store, standing by his usual spot by the door. ian feels mickey's gaze on him as he passes behind the counter, watching quietly as he starts a new batch of coffee, pour the steaming liquid into two paper cups, then hand over one of the cups.

"thanks," mickey says quietly, and ian nods in response.

mickey doesn't say anything else for the remainder of their shift, but ian can feel mickey's eyes on him when mickey thinks he's not looking.

tell me what you're thinking, he wants to plead. tell me you feel the same way. but he doesn't.

as they silently part ways after work, ian wonders if he'll ever get the chance to break down mickey's walls. if mickey will ever let anyone inside his heart.

and, well. ian is patient. he'll wait as long as it takes.

[sebsxphia]

the cure for a bad day.

mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia x reader.

￫ description: mickey comes home wound tighter than ever and he’s looking for a sweet release.

￫ word count: 900.

￫ c/w: oral (m!receiving), blowjobs, deep throating, face fucking, praise, kissing and swearing.

￫ a/n: a while back i asked a question, “who would laugh out of pure joy after they got a really good blowjob?” and mickey was the common consensus, so this is the result! this is part of my 3.5K celly here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

The warmth of Mickey’s dark amber eyes were on you as you ran your hand up and over his shaft, giving it a couple of strokes with your own spit. You watched intently as his own gaze faltered with his eyelashes fluttering open and close. Mickey wanted to hold your gaze because your piercing eyes were drawing him under, but the sight and feel of your plush lips wrapping around his head and sinking further down his shaft, made him throw his head back completely in defeat.

He let out a long and strained groan. It came from deep within his torso, with the stress of today’s training leaving his body with every run of your lips over his cock. He let his body sink deeper into the blissful sensation before picking his head back up and looking down at you. Your eyes flicked back up to him and Mickey let out another grunt, followed by his praise. “Fucking hell, my angel.” He nestled his hands into your hair and gripped onto it tightly to tug on the roots. From the hold he had on you, he was able to guide your mouth rhythmically up and down his cock.

His day was shit, for lack of better word and when you offered to make it better for him, Mickey’s cock twitched beaten his flight suit, too exhausted to change on base. He was already feeling tightly wound and he knew it wasn’t going to take much movement from your slick mouth to bring him close to the edge.

Your hand came up to gently cradle at his balls. You gave them a gentle squeeze and rolled them in the palm of your hand. A gasp, followed by another guttural groan left Mickey’s throat. It always made your cunt clench around nothing at how low and deep Mickey’s moans became in the throws of pleasure.

His hips stuttered at the feeling of your nimble hand and he jerked his hips closer, pushing his painfully hard cock further down your throat. His tip hit the back of your throat and you let out a crude sounding gag in response. “Shit, baby!” Mickey’s head was thrown back again. The feeling was all consuming and he was putty in your hands. Although Mickey’s own hands were still tightly buried in your hair, you were now close enough to his pelvis that you could control your own strokes.

You pushed to the last inch of Mickey’s cock and your nose finally met his dark curls. You spluttered on the size of him and your jaw twinged with the first signs of aching. Through all the throat training you’d gone through, you still hadn’t grown accustomed to his size. However, you remembered to breathe steady through your nose, which was the most important thing Mickey had taught you.

You pushed your mouth over the last remaining inches of his length and he praised you for doing so. “That’s it, good girl.” You let your jaw relax and swallow responsively around him. The collection of saliva in your mouth started to drool out the corners and drip down onto your thighs as you knelt on your living room floor.

“Jesus, my sweet angel. I’m not gon’ hold on much longer, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

The sweet encouragement from Mickey was all you needed to push through a couple of lasting sucks. The head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat and that’s when you felt him twitch in your warm mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit. Baby angel, I’m gon’ come.” Mickey’s chest was rising and falling rapidly with heavy pants. Strangled groans left his mouth repeatedly, followed by your name as you pushed him over the precipice. His hips chased after his own orgasm and he thrusted down your throat further than before.

Mickey was using your mouth to let out his own frustration however he wanted and it made you dizzy. Your cunt clenched around nothing again and you moaned desperately around him. It was muffled, but the vibrations went straight through to Mickey and you could finally taste his salty cum spilling down your throat.

“That’s it, angel. Take it, take my cum. Good girl.” Mickey choked out as he caught up with his own high. You swallowed a handful more times to get his warm spend down you, before pulling off his shaft inch by inch. You came off with a satisfying, ‘pop’ and a trail of spit mixed with his cum connecting from your bottom lip to the head of his softening cock.

His hands un-tangled from your hair and they rested behind his head. He leaned back onto the sofa. Normally, Mickey would follow with a string of praises and ask to pleasure you next, but on this occasion all that met your eyes and ears was Mickey letting out a huff of laughter. His hands came back to cover his face and he followed with another string of belly aching laughter. His release was clearly well needed and you had a prideful smile on your face, all due to the fact that you could reduce your sweet boy to a puddle of pleasure induced laughter.

The giggles subsided and Mickey leant down to cup your warm cheeks in his hands, ducking down to place a soft kiss to your lips. “That felt so good, you have no idea, my sweet angel. Thank you.”

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[mouseymilkovich]

Take My Breath Away | Lip Gallagher x Reader Fic

masterlist | spotify playlist

Fic Summary: The Gallaghers are generously gifted a trip to Miami; where Lip meets you, someone who was just trying to enjoy their time at the beach after a messy breakup. You, someone who wasn't expecting to have their world turned upside down by one person. | Lip x fem!reader / afab!reader (using they/them pronouns to refer to reader)

Important info: Lip and reader are both 21, Fiona is 26, Ian is 20, Debbie is 16, Carl is 14, Liam is 7, Franny is a year old. Mickey and Ian are one of their "off again" things so he's not there (for now? 👀), and Frank did not join his kids on vacation. | I also write weird to some people cus I'm Canadian, plus I do have dyslexia, and this isn't spell checked whatsoever, so please forgive me lol

GENERAL FIC CW: reader just went through a bad breakup, drinking, underage drinking (Ian and probably Carl and Debbie cus Gallaghers), smoking (cigarettes and weed), underage smoking (Gallaghers yknow), dom!Lip x sub!Reader (nothing too crazy), drunk sex, high sex, obv more will be added as necessary!

Content Tags: reader discusses bits and pieces of their bad breakup, drinking, smoking (cigarettes and weed), underage smoking, mention of drunk sex, mention of high sex

Chapter One: Welcome To Miami

Word Count: 1.2k

You're sitting in the warm sand, stretched out on a towel and relaxing. This was what you needed - you just went through a rough breakup, and a solo trip to the beach was well deserved after all the bullshit you'd just been through. Maybe part of you was wanting to enjoy yourself in spite of your ex who claimed you "don't know how to be happy."

Well, you were enjoying yourself, until some asshole spilled beer on you. Some family next to you on the crowded beach had their kid's beach toys everywhere, and of course, just your luck, this guy tripped in your direction. The beer spillage couldn't have been on the sand, or even on your towel, but on your stomach.

"Fucking-" You yell, sitting up, pulling your towel around to start cleaning yourself up.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, holy shit-"

You're about to scream... until you look at this guy. Wow. Okay, the asshole in question who'd just covered your stomach in beer was... undeniably, and annoyingly, very hot.

There the stranger stood - a tank top fitting him loosely, showing off some muscular arms. Messy (but somehow good-looking?) curls atop his head, piercing blue eyes that you're sure could probably kill somebody if they stared hard enough.

"Guess this is what I get for drinkin' on the beach." He hums with a little half smirk, offering a hand to help you off your towel.

You accept the hand, getting up with his assistance. You grab your towel and your bag, using your towel to wipe the remaining beer off your stomach. "It's fine. I just wasn't exactly expecting my stomach to get sticky this early in the day."

You're unsure why exactly you said that... or what it meant. Or why it sounded so dirty. Or why this guy's half smirk growing into a full one made you blush.

"Let me make it up to you? Buy you a hot dog or something?" He asked, motioning to the small hot dog stand nearby.

Well, you were starting to get hungry... you weren't one to pass up a free lunch.

"Sure thing."

And that's how it begins. You're sitting with this guy at a picnic table, apparently his name is Lip. You can't help but admire the... creativity(?) of him choosing Lip rather than Phil for the short version of his name.

"You from around here?" He asks you curiously, wiping a smear of ketchup from the corner of his mouth.

"Nope. Came to... get away for a little while, I guess. What about you?"

He shakes his head. "Chicago. My sister's... boyfriend or whatever the fuck he is paid for us to come down here, she was supposed to meet him, but he has yet to make an appearance."

You must look intrigued, because he smiles at you and continues. "This Jimmy-Steve guy is a fuckin' piece of work, that's for sure."

"Jimmy-Steve?" You inquire, trying to ignore the way his smile made your stomach do backflips. You hastily remind yourself, internally, "You just went through a messy breakup."

Though you can't deny a hook-up didn't sound so bad. But that's not why you're here; you're here to relax.

"I don't remember which one's the fuckhead's real name. One of them is his fake name when he met Fiona, one of them is real name after we all found out what a piece of shit liar." He explains. As he's talking, a group comes to the picnic table - a woman seemingly a little bit older than you, another boy around your age, two younger teenagers, a younger kid, and a little toddler being held by the teen girl.

"There you are." The woman says to Lip, the younger kid sitting down beside him.

"Hey, Fi, sorry. I spilled beer on my, uh, new friend here. Thought I'd grab a hot dog to make it up to 'em." He says to who you assume must be Fiona, before he turns to the kid with a smile. "Hey buddy, how's the beach?"

You can't help but smile at his affection towards the kid. One by one, you're introduced to the Gallagher family. Lip's older sister, Fiona, and their little siblings, Ian, Debbie, Carl, Liam, and Debbie's daughter, Franny. Before you even know it, you're agreeing to join them for dinner and drinks - honestly, much as you think Lip is crazy hot, you're becoming increasingly curious yourself if this mysterious Jimmy-Steve is going to make an appearance.

As luck would happen to have it, or maybe just coincidentally, you're in the same hotel. And the restaurant/bar attached to it was pretty cool - all Tiki themed and whatnot. You all had a pretty good dinner - getting to know Lip and his brigade of siblings. Of course, Lip fascinates you the most - Fiona and Ian praised his intelligence, Fiona going as far as calling him a "brilliant slacker" which apparently was on his report card one year. Lip and Ian seem very close - that made you smile, you being an only child with a strained relationship with your father's step kids. (Not your step siblings, your father's step kids, there's a huge difference.)

Once it got a little later, Debbie opted to take little Franny and Liam up to their room to settle down for the night, leaving you with the three oldest and... Carl, who you caught staring at your chest more times than not.

"Bud, you're gonna creep them out." Lip laughed, finally catching Carl staring at you.

You can't help but laugh too - yeah, it was a little weird, but Carl was a 14 year old boy, so there was only so much you could do. Well, eventually Fiona sent Carl back up to their room too, and after some protesting, he agreed. The remaining 3 siblings invite you outside to the restaurant balcony for a cigarette - or, rather, they all smoke and try to avoid blowing it too near you lest you cough your ass off. Nicotine wasn't really your thing, and when you mention that, Lip gets a mischievous glint in his eye...

"Would you smoke a joint?"

Of course you would. The way he stares at you sends a chill down your spine... Christ. Yeah, you were right, his eyes could absolutely kill someone in the right circumstances. So, you nod, and to your surprise, a joint materializes from his pocket.

You're admittedly a little nervous - but there's no restaurant staff outside to watch Lip spark up. Fiona and Ian both join in the passing around of the joint - you want to point out that Ian technically isn't 21, but you get the feeling they really don't care and this isn't the first time Ian has done this.

The four of you polish off the joint and go back inside - it seems like there's still no mysterious Jimmy-Steve in sight, but apparently there's a credit card with a tab for the Gallaghers from him. Which Lip generously added your items to.

Then the dance floor opens up as most minors had filtered out of the restaurant by this point, making it more of a place for adults. Some music starts playing as you feel the high from the joint settle into your system, you get a sudden playful glint in your eye. Lip must notice this, because he comes to the floor with you pretty willingly.

Somewhere between your second margarita and waking up next to a naked Lip Gallagher in your hotel room is where your memory gets a little fuzzy.

[biteme-gum]

Perfect Pictures

Mickey Altieri x Reader

TW: 18+ | Possessive | Stalking | Kidnapping | Video taping | Picture taking | Dead dove do not eat | Bondage |

All content that you consume on your media is your thing, I don't care what you do.

"Guess what, Beautiful?"

the echo of his foot steps surrounded your isolation, banging in your ear drums as your head lulls to the side.

"You made the front cover! Again!" You could hear his excitement, if not in his voice, you could hear it in the way he moved, the wrinkling of the news papers waving in his over enthusiastic hand gestures.

Your arm ached as he leaned over your chair, the feeling of his breath hitting the side of your face made you want to gag.

"I always knew you could do it, You're Picture perfect." His whispers blow around your left ear, you could feel his jeans crinkle against your arm, his zipper scraping into your skin as he bends down, breathing heavily into the side of your neck.

the pitch black fabric wrapped around your eyes insured little comfort, your head felt like a balloon being lifted into the air, a stabbing spike hitting the side of your brain.

a small. wet. kiss hit the side of your neck, a pit wanted to swallow you whole. your eyebrows furrowed as small dark patches seep into the fabric, an uncomfortable chill running down your spine.

His forehead rests in the crook of your neck, a slight groan crawled its way up your throat as he moves his left arm to rest in front of him. with a slight tilt on his wrist, you could hear the waves of paper balancing through the air.

"They used the wrong photo." He mumbled, a sigh escaping his nose as he sits up, a small whish cut through the air as the sheets flopped on the floor, discarded in disgust. "Your school photos always looked so... forced." his hand lightly touches your head, a small stroke from his thumb. "Amateurs."

"The pictures we take are masterpieces. Don't you think so?" He lifted himself off of your arm, moving around to only god knows where.

"I wonder if I gave your parents those photos we took at the end of last term. Do you think they would use them? That smile you had while you presented your year end project. You looked so nervous, so shy..." click

a heavy weight hits the side of your head as your head falls forward, parts of your hair falling over your face, sticking to your forehead.

click, click

"You must be one of the descendants of Aphrodite, and I'm your fierce lover. Aphrodite and Ares, Love of the ages. Passionate," click "Secretive" click click "Complex." he sighs, all you could hear was fabric moving around, until hurried footsteps come to a stop in front of you.

His hands reach up, steady on the sides of your head, cupping your face, lifting your soaked face towards his prying eyes. Piercing even shrouded in silence.

His thumbs, caressing your cheeks. Cold hands burning against your heated cheeks. His left hand sliding up to catch against the fabric boundary, the smallest protection you have, being able to pretend like its all a dream, just a bad dream.

Then just like that, a piercing white stabs your eyes, your head shooting to the right, rolling on your shoulders.

You could hear Mickey tutting as his right hand caresses your jaw, this thumb following the outline of the duct tape glued onto your damp skin.

"Your eyes were always so sensitive, That's what makes them so beautiful." He leans towards your face, his thumb stroking your cheek in false comfort. "You're perfect."

His hand gliding to take a hold of your chin, slowly tilting your head back, eyes slowly fluttering open to the beaming square stage lights in all directions.

Beyond the dark glow of his silhouette, a bold flashing red light, the reflective surface mocking you, a sick memory to relive.

It felt like hours before he decided to step back, releasing all contact, allowing gravity to pull your head to sag in front of you.

"Now, princess.. we have to look at the camera to capture your beauty." His hand grabbing a handful of your hair. pulling your head into the position he felt was natural. "Now stay still."

A big, winning smile grows on his face, moving backwards towards his camera, set perfectly in front of you.

"Now say cheese." click, and flash.

"Beautiful." flash.

"Perfect." click.

white flooring. flash.

wooden chair. click.

bare legs. flash.

"Its like your beauty grows every day." He lifted the camera, moving it to a separate table near the wall, "I'll show you the photos later, Processing them by hand, all for me."

"Watching your body... slowly burn into the paper." His mumbling traveling across the solid walls.

You watch him, eyes following him as he walks towards you. one. final. time.

"My model, my goddess, Mine. Forever."

He bends down, a puff of cold air hits your forehead before his lips. His hand taking the now visible black fabric, thick, with a singular knot.

A small cry escapes the barrier blocking your face, shaking your head, eyes pleading.

"I can't have you flashing those beautiful eyes at anyone else. These are all mine."

His hands take the blind fold and slowly move it over your eyes, a burnt in traced of the room where it once was.

"I'll see you in a few hours."

A small peck touched your covered eye, a final deep breath, the thick air, following his receding steps and the lock of a door.