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hadesrise · 10 months

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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

summary ➳ you’re sinfully divine, an addicting drug no rehab could fix. it’s not like mickey wanted to, anyway.

pairings ➳ mikhailo “mickey” milkovich x male reader

warnings ➳ nsfw content, foul language, top!reader, bottom!mickey, attractive nerd reader (with glasses n’ shit), rough sex, choking, praise kink, degradation if you squint, pet names, size difference, reader’s a freaking giant with big dick lmao, slight possessiveness, belly bulge, dumbification, dacryphilia

author’s note ➳ mickey milkovich brain rot. also tumblr quality being shit 😠

MINORS & FEM READERS DNI !!

Mickey found himself unable to keep his eyes and hands off of you. He would convince himself there’s nothing to the way he stares at you from across the room, how his eyes would cloud with unspeakable lust as they run along your tall frame, checking out every hidden muscles he knew was underneath your slightly oversized clothing, how he unconsciously licks his lips when you tilt your head back and stretch with a tiny moan of satisfaction over the cracking back bones leaving your lips.

He convinces himself he isn’t into you.

At least, he does in daylight. But when the sun falls and moon rises instead as the sky darkens into a midnight blue, those denials and convincing ends up disappearing into the void within his mind, thoughts consumed by you alone. Your low voice as you speak praises and degrading words to him simultaneously, your hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing while the other grips his hips and no doubt leaving bruise, your hips thrusting relentlessly at a speed he didn’t know you could muster, your fucking cock that’s long and thick and hits every right spot.

There’s a little sense of triumphant in him, the knowledge that only he could ever see you like this — so rough, so dominant, wild, like a beast had been freed from its chains. Your usual angelic demeanor and personality drastically changing behind closed doors as you slowly pick him apart piece by piece, the want and need to break him flashing itself dangerously in your dark and lustful eyes, sending waves of thrilling excitement throughout Mickey’s body.

You had him bent over the cold desk, his wrists pinned to the surface by one of your big hands as the other held his hips in a bruising grip, roughly and relentlessly thrusting into him that had him moaning loudly and spurting series of curses and nonsense words. His hole still tight and almost sucking you in despite how used it already was being a proof that you managed to rearrange his guts into the shape of your own cock, making them perfectly fit against each other.

“(Y/n)— Oh, oh, fuck!” Mickey cried out as you continuously rammed your dick in him, keeping a steady rough pace, grunts leaving your lips once in a while. He had already came three times, the side of the desk stained in his cum and dripping down to the floor, his legs trembling from the overstimulation.

“Take it so fucking well, Mikhailo.” You nearly growled, punctuating your words with strong thrusts that had him seeing stars, your cock reaching deep into his guts with each snap of your hips. “Taking it like a good slut, letting me use your cunt whenever I want...” You let out a dark chuckle, sending shivers down his spine.

“More, please,” He whined and arched his back, both hands gripping the edge of the desk, not even struggling against your tight hold on his wrists. Surely, there would be a hand-shaped mark around them once you’re done with him. “Deeper, fuck, wanna feel it poking my fucking stomach, pleasepleaseplease,” Brain too fucked out to think coherently, Mickey babbled and pushed his ass against you, moaning.

“Look at you,” You whistled, leaning over to lick the back of his ear, making his hips jerk. “So fucking pathetically drunk on my cock. Almost want them to see what a whore Milkovich you are.” The whispered humiliation going straight to his brain and cock, you felt him clench around you as he mewled, tears spilling from his pretty little blue eyes. Even your words alone could make him feel this euphoric, almost cumming right then and there.

Mickey could never get over how you drastically change between morning and night — so divine and angelic in the morning with your hands reaching out to people in need of help, gaze soft and welcoming as melody of kindness and warm heart spill from your lips. You’re soft and warm, practically the epitome of peace with how everyone finds themselves relaxed around your presence. The sunlight creating an illusion of halo above your head. Light colored clothes and round spectacles adding more emphasis to your gentle tall giant persona. However, at night, you pull off that kind and perfect mask only to Mickey, soft smiles turning into cocky or arrogant grins and smirks, atmosphere entirely changing to that of lust and filthiness as your lips speak sinful words that never failed to make his head spin and heart jackhammer against his ribcage. You’re sly and arrogant, and too proud, to say the least. Very very prideful due to the knowledge that only you can manhandle, use, and ruin the Milkovich. An angel suddenly morphing into a sinful being.

He couldn’t get fucking enough of it despite the internalized homophobia tightly attached to his soul.

But with you, he doesn’t have to think about that. Insecurities that are drilled into his mind being pushed back by your sole presence; he doesn’t have to be afraid of being feminine or not matching the Society’s gender stereotype, because with you, he can be weak, vulnerable, good. There’s no toxic masculinity to hold him back.

Mickey was fucking addicted to this angelic sin, and you sure as hell felt the same even though words of confirmation never left your lips.

His mind started to go blank as you angled your hips to adjust your cock inside him, wanting to make sure it perfectly hits his prostate, before abruptly snapping your hips to his. Mickey cried out, nearly screaming when you started going deep and fast on him, the roughness of your thrusts making the desk almost move with each movement. “Oh! Ohhhh, fuck! Ahgh, mm!” His moans were loud, you’re sure the neighbors heard it. The stinging pain of your big fucking dick stretching him more open with each drag of your hips causing him to see stars in pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” You cooed, a big contrast to your relentless pace fucking his brains out. “You can take it more.”

Mickey whines, throwing his head back and eyes rolling back to his skull when you sink into him deeper, he could feel his stomach bulging from the thick and big size of your dick. “F-fuck, too deep... Yesyesyes, please, (Y/n), fuck— Fuck me more.”

He fucking loves it, the way your massive size and height never fails to have complete control over him. How your big body traps him between you and the desk, figure towering over him; it makes it so fucking easy for you to assert dominance and manhandle him however you please. He loves everything about you and your large frame.

“You love it, don’t ya? Having my cock so deep in you that it’s pokin’ your stomach? Ruining you, fuckin’ you dumb?” You chuckled, fastening your pace as uncontrollable moans and whimpers fall from Mickey’s lips. His mind in a daze, drool dripping from his open mouth that long forgot to close itself, fat tears running down his cheeks, the euphoric pleasure becoming too much.

“Y-yes, oh my god!” Mickey moaned, nodding his head vigorously. “Love—love it so fucking much,” He stuttered as another broken moan slips out.

You hum appreciatively, “Pretty little slut.” Leaning over him, your hand reached over to his throat and squeezed, earning a guttural moan from Mickey as his hole clenched tightly and his cock twitched. He tilts his head back and allows you more access to his throat, which encouraged you to squeeze more until he became light-headed.

“F-fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum, gonna cum,” Mickey breathlessly cries out, legs shaking violently as cum spilled from his rapidly twitching cock, vision seeing white and mind going absolutely dumb.

Groaning, you cursed quietly and let go of his wrists to grip his hips with both hands, continuing to pound into his oversensitive hole and ignoring his sobs of stop i just came, followed by screams of pleasure and overstimulation. He’s so sensitive it hurts, but he didn’t want you to stop despite his pleas to. He wanted you to use him, be your cum dump until you’re satisfied, wanted you to fill him to the brim and feel the white sticky cum dripping down his legs. He wanted you to take your frustrations out on him. He wanted to be your toy.

Mickey knows you know that. You know how he feels and how he thinks. It made excitement course through his veins, knowing you’re willing to fulfill every bit of his unspoken desire. You were angelic like that.

“Such a good boy,” You whispered, kissing his shoulder and making goosebumps rise on his skin. “Gonna make me cum, aren’t you? Let me fuck you ‘til I’m satisfied like a good boy, hm?”

“Yes, yes,” He nodded dumbly, slamming his hand against the desk and arching his back. You snapped your hips harshly, which made Mickey’s eyes roll back into his head as he came once again with a guttural moan, painting the side of the desk with his seed.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” You groaned, slamming your dick into him mercilessly, uncaring of how Mickey’s legs were giving up as your hands are the only thing that kept him up. His toes curling, nails scratching on the desk’s surface, sobs wrecking through his body. God, you were fucking ruining him. It made you shiver with sadistic thrill. Your thrusts slowly becomes sloppy with your own orgasm getting near, cock twitching inside him.

“In me, fuck, in me, please.” He whined, reaching back to grab your hand that was gripping his hips.

A grin spreads across your face and you intertwined your fingers with his, “Of course, sweetheart. Wouldn’t cum anywhere else.” You thrusted harshly a few times before burying your cock completely inside him as the orgasm hits, filling every bit of him with moans erupting from your throat. Mickey mewls, followed by a whimper, feeling the warmth inside, face showing absolute bliss. He touches the formed bulge on his stomach while letting out soft moans and whimpers, seemingly in trance.

Thrusting sloppily to ride out your high, you press kisses on his back before sinking your teeth on his shoulder to leave a bite mark. Mickey’s hips buckled, moaning.

“You’re mine, Mick.” You mutter in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “No matter how much you deny, you’re mine. And at the end of the day, you’ll always come back to me, begging to be fucked and stuffed full.” Wrapping your hand around his throat again, you squeezed lightly as Mickey whimpered at the possessive gesture. “Can’t escape me forever, sweetheart.”

Mickey closes his eyes, humming and melting against your body, the denial dying down deep within his mind, looking almost in content.

He wouldn’t dream of it. You’re an angelic sin he could never repent of.

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callsign-daydream · 4 months

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How the Hangman Stole Christmas! - TGM

Summary: It's Secret Santa time for the Dagger Squad! Every year, Hangman manages to figure out everyone's SS and spoil the fun, but the rest of the squad is determined to keep him in the dark this year. Will they succeed, or will Jake Seresin once again be the Dagger Squad's personal Grinch?

Warnings/Content: Plain ol' silliness, alcohol mentioned, starred out swearing, OC included, little to no editing happened here

Word Count: ~1024

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve, everyone! My gift to you is this silly little blurb. Wishing you smiles, joy, and peace from Above in the coming days! <3

How the Hangman Stole Christmas!

“Go away, Bagman.”

“No.”

“**** off.”

“Forget it.”

“Seriously, Jake?”

“Didn’t you ruin Christmas enough last year?”

Jake Seresin worked with a bunch of losers. It wasn’t his fault that he’d managed to figure out everyone’s Secret Santa last year. Or that they’d decided to try it again this year. He was just that smart, and his squad was just that bad at keeping secrets.

Of course, he probably didn’t have to announce everyone’s Secret Santa the day before the exchange, but that was besides the point.

Unfortunately, everyone was being a stick in the mud and complaining that he “ruined Christmas.” Even Fanboy was uncharacteristically tight-lipped on the topic. The other Daggers had evidently told Maverick about the incident as well, as Jake was met with an instant “I don’t know” when he approached the Captain.

Of course, the opposition was just extra incentive for Jake to get creative.

He knew he had Coyote, and he was pretty sure he could confirm a few key Daggers…

—

The bakery was crowded on a Saturday, but Jake needed to snag a few things for Daydream. Both for a Christmas present and for bribing her to tell him who she’d pulled for Secret Santa. He was debating whether she'd be more willing to tattle over a cannoli or some tiramisu when he heard a familiar voice.

“Yeah, two dozen. Thanks.”

Rooster, as Jake lived and breathed, buying a box of pistachio pizzelles that only one person they knew ate.

Hangman smirked to himself.

Busted.

—

“How’s my favorite pilot?”

Daydream looked up as Jake waltzed into her apartment. Her face was anything but impressed as she placed Pillsbury gingerbread cookies on a baking sheet.

“I’m not telling you who I have for Secret Santa.”

“Fine. I’ll keep this early Christmas present for myself.” He opened the box to display the dessert

“Tiramisu!”

He chuckled and held it high over his head. “What’s the magic word?”

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Still not telling.”

“Nope. I think it rhymes with peas.”

Another eye roll that made him crack a smile.

“Please.”

“With pleasure, Dreamgirl.”

She eyed him suspiciously as she accepted the gift before marching to the fridge. Jake was just debating what else could possibly get her to talk when a paper on the counter caught his eye. It was a familiar green color, with a singular name scrawled across it.

Gotcha.

—

Jake slid into the booth at the Hard Deck. He almost had all his answers, except one. And he knew exactly who to confront.

“Hey Floyd,” he greeted Bob. “You breaking hearts out here on your own?”

The man blinked behind his glasses. “I’ve been sworn to secrecy, Bagman.”

Jake held up his hands. “I didn’t ask.”

“Well, good.”

Jake nodded and knocked back his drink. He scanned the bar and was satisfied to see no sign of Phoenix. No need to have her literally swoop in and snatch Bob away just yet.

“Hope your shopping went well. Fitch must be hard to shop for.”

Bob chuckled. “I don’t have Payback.”

Jake nodded. “Right. Good thing too. I’m sure Fanboy would be easier to buy for anyway.”

There it was. Bob opened his mouth and shut it. It was fast enough to nearly miss, but Jake had spoken to his fellow aviator enough to know what it meant.

“I don’t have either of them. Keep trying, Jake.”

Jake chuckled and waved a hand. “Nah. I’m done guessing this year.”

I don’t need to.

—

Gifts and beers littered the table that the Daggers huddled around. Penny had replaced the usual jukebox tracks with Christmas music, leaving them with “Blue Christmas” in the background. The squad had elected to dress in civilians, a move Jake was glad for considering the red dress Daydream had broken out for the occasion.

“Alright!” Phoenix yelled to shut the squadron up. “Are we ready for Secret Santa?”

The table cheered, including Jake.

Rooster spoke up and lifted his bottle. “And I want to raise a toas to all of us besting Bagman this year!”

Cheering and clinking followed, until Jake stretched and smirked. This was the best part of the game, to his mind.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Rooster. Who wants me to tell them who their Santa is?”

"Not again." Phoenix's face dropped.

“But we didn’t tell you anything,” Payback said.

Jake shrugged, soaking in the incredulity of his squad. “Didn’t have to.”

“You’re bluffing,” Daydream said beside him.

With a quick swig of his beer, Jake cracked his knuckles and leaned forward.

“I have Coyote. Easy.” He passed over the box he’d wrapped to perfection, which was accepted with a lifted eyebrow.

“Coyote tells me every year, and this time around he got good ol’ Rooster.”

Everyone booed as Coyote sheepishly handed over a box full of vinyls with a bow on the front.

“Oh, come on!” Coyote snatched up his drink. “It’s one name. How could he have figured anyone else out?”

“Was last year not bad enough for you?” Fanboy asked.

“I still don’t believe you know everyone,” Daydream said.

“Fine. Rooster has you. Saw him shopping at an Italian bakery when the most cultural he gets is Del Taco every Tuesday.”

“They make good tacos!”

“Dreamgirl left her paper on the counter when I came over and has Bob. Bob does the mouth thing when he’s lying, making it easy to guess that he has Fanboy.”

Bob sputtered and did the mouth thing.

“Garcia can’t hide cards to save his life, or in this case, a Secret Santa slip. I knew you had Payback from day one.”

“This is why you always lose at poker, man.” Payback shook his head as he accepted a bag overflowing with tissue paper.

“I knew Payback didn’t have me because Phoenix made that special face she keeps just for me when she saw her paper, leaving Fitch to have Phoenix by process of elimination.”

He stuck his toothpick in his mouth and leaned back in his chair as everyone stared at him. Maybe he could be an ace detective in his post-naval career. He was a bit of a genius when it came to deduction, apparently.

Phoenix turned back to the group. “So we leave out Bagman next time?”

“Hey!"

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Cold To the Touch | Mickey Altieri x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Can I request "You're freezing, come here" w Mickey Altieri 👀 reader is cold in the play/theater area and he cuddles with them 👀 ♥

summary: it's cold in the theatre, but at least there is one way to warm up

tws: biting

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When it wasn't putting on an actual production, the theatre could get so cold that you could have sworn you could see your own breath; all the way at the very back row of seats, it was difficult to see the stage and to see if Sidney was actually doing any good with running her lines.

Derek and Hallie and Randy were near the front, sat at the row behind the very front, cheering her on and although they kept asking you to join them, you didn't want to intrude on their moment. It wasn't your place, anyway, as Mickey's partner, you were just an additional piece of flesh to the group and you weren't really that close to any of them; except maybe Randy, as he did have a similar taste in films to you.

You were more preoccupied with the man of the hour as it was, though. With his hand on your thigh and his lips on your neck, you couldn't help but to smile and laugh when he nibbled and nipped at the sensitive skin nearest to your throat; his hand slowly trailing further up, towards the waistband of your cargo trousers. But then he stopped, and you were more than displeased as you let out a soft groan under your breath.

"You're freezing, come here," he murmured, spreading his legs and getting as comfortable as he could.

When you dared to sit on his lap, he wasted no time in shrugging off his jacket and putting it on you, taking a second to admire how much he liked it when you were his clothes; he didn't think about resuming his previous activity, keeping you steady on his lap as you shifted around until your back was against his chest and he could lay his chin on your shoulder, keeping you oh so terribly close.

He was so warm, so soft and so welcoming as he held onto you tightly. He wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon, and was more than happy to let you steal some of his warmth as he slowly began to kiss up and down the side of your neck, occasionally stopping to gently bite the edge of your ear. He was trying to rile you up, trying to make you yelp his name and beg for an actual kiss, but he knew that it would take more than that.

Maybe he didn't have the purest of intentions, but Mickey did quite like holding you against him with your back against his chest.

"Mickey, I know what you're trying to do," you warned with a slight growl to your voice.

You could see right through him, you always had a talent for being able to see his most dark and insidious intentions, and although Mickey often despised it and loathed it, he couldn't help but to smile this time as he licked his lips and swallowed thickly.

He wanted to know how far he could push you to get a reaction out of you; maybe he could push you to the point where you were out of breath and absolutely ragged, begging for him to hurry up and kiss you properly. Maybe he could make you need it so badly that you would say it loud enough for Sidney to hear it on the stage; he did always like it when you got tired of him, and he always more than made up for it with all the kisses he could.

Sometimes he had to rent horror films to watch with you, but he usually could make it all up to you by peppering every inch of you with the sweet kisses that he knew you liked so much.

Usually.

Mickey always did like it that you weren't stupid and that you would always end up knowing what he was doing, what little games he was trying to play; it kept things interesting in your relationship, and gave him an excuse to try and be more sneaky about it all. He loved the little games that he could play with you, even if you did catch him out every single time.

But he couldn't deny that he likes the way that you reclined into him that little bit better; the feeling of having you so close, of knowing that you weren't going to go anywhere so long as you could steal his warmth. He had you exactly where he had you, and he wouldn't have changed that for the world; even if he was asked by his financer to do it, he wouldn't.

Mickey wanted to stay with you, he wanted to keep playing little games for as long as he could. Of course he worried, from time to time, about what his financer would think and whether or not she would ask him to do the one thing he wasn't entirely sure if he could; it was hard to swallow the unthicklable, it was hard to try and come to a solid decision on that one at least.

But for now, he could enjoy just existing with you, and he could enjoy the way that you leaned into him and how you stole his warmth.

"I'm not doing anything," Mickey purred, biting down and sucking at a particular spot on the side of your neck that he knew would be almost impossible to completely cover up and to be certain that no one would see it.

He liked it when the marks he put on your skin were visible, he liked it when he could see that you were all his and you weren't going to go anywhere without him; he took a single glance at the others, and drummed his fingers against you as he hummed.

You frowned. "What little scheme are you thinking about now?"

"Oh, not a scheme," he shook his head. "I was just thinking, if you're really that cold, we could always go back to my room."

You didn't want to rouse suspicion, but all the same, the promise of his nice and warm bed and being cuddled into his side beneath his nice and thick blanket was too promising; really, you couldn't be the one to blame - his bed was always so warm and so comfortable, and with Mickey there holding onto you, you were that little bit more tempted. You bit at your lip, but eventually, you nodded.

"Alright, I'm down."

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thewulf · 7 days

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Skies of Concern || Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Summary: Request -may i request for top gun maverick with husband!mickey 'fanboy' garcia x civillian maverick's daughter!reader please? when you heard that mav called mickey to join a mission, you kind of mad to your dad cause it is dangerous for mickey (worried)... Read Rest Here

A/N: Eeeeek! This one was fun to write. Super cute and fluffy. Memories are in italics. Hope you enjoy anon!

Pairing: Mickey Fanboy" Garcia x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.6k +

T/W : General TGM warnings

The sun dipped below the horizon casting a warm, golden glow across the tarmac of the Naval Air Station as you waited for the aircraft carrier to arrive back on base. You stood near the water as the anticipation built with each passing minute. You were anxiously awaiting the return of your father, Maverick, and his trusted wingman and your beloved husband, Mickey Garcia.

But even in the middle of the tension and worry that gripped your heart your mind wandered back to a warmer memory. A moment of serendipity that had brought you into the orbit of the charismatic WSO who would later become your husband much to your fathers dismay. Although he eventually came around and loved Mickey as his own son.

It was a balmy evening at the Hard Deck as you waited for your father to return from a training mission. He’d asked you to meet him there against your better judgement. Although you didn’t frequent the bar that often anymore you had sought solace in the familiar surroundings of the bar, the chatter of fellow Navy personnel providing a comforting backdrop to your thoughts. As you nursed a drink at the counter trying to push aside the nagging worry that always accompanied your father's missions, you noticed him.

Mickey Garcia, with his effortless charm and magnetic presence strode into the bar. His flight suit a testament to the adrenaline-fueled world he inhabited. His gaze briefly met yours and in that fleeting moment, something sparked between you—a connection born in the anonymity of the crowded room. You should’ve run far, far away after the smirk grew on the pilot’s face. But you couldn’t. It’s like that one look had you rooted right into the bar stool.

Unbeknownst to Mickey he had just caught the eye of Maverick's daughter. You had planned to keep your identity hidden. More than content to observe from the shadows as he approached with a casual confidence that belied the danger of his profession.

"Hey there," he greeted you. His smile as warm as the fading sunlight outside. "Haven't seen you around here before. I’d remember a pretty face like yours. You can’t be a regular, no?"

His words were laced with genuine curiosity with a playful demeanor drawing you in despite the weight of your worries. Little did you know that chance encounter would set the stage for a journey fraught with danger and adventure but so much love. Oh, so much love.

As Mickey leaned casually against the bar with that signature mischievous twinkle in his eyes you couldn't help but return his flirtatious banter. "Well,” you replied with a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Maybe I like to keep things interesting. You never know when a new face might turn up." He was right. You often avoided the Hard Dec as it was your father and Penny’s spot.

Mickey chuckled. The sweet sound sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I like the way you think," he said. His gaze lingering on you with unmistakable interest. "Name's Mickey, by the way. Mickey Garcia." You nodded. You knew that. Hell, you knew most of your dads pilots even if you hadn’t formally met them. But you had to play dumb to keep up your charade.

You extended your hand. A coy smile playing on your lips. "Nice to meet you, Mickey. I'm... just a girl trying to enjoy her night."

His handshake was firm, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Well, just a girl, if you ever need someone to show you around this place… you know who to call," he spoke with a confidence only pilots seemed to have.

Before you could respond to him the familiar sound of your fathers voice cut through the air, drawing your attention to the entrance of the bar. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched your father stride in. He looked to be in one piece. Your concern washed away in an instant. His presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. When he spotted you chatting with one of his pilots at the bar he made a beeline right to you with a less than thrilled look on his face.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Your dad greeted you. His voice was warm with affection as he pulled you into a quick hug. "You holding up okay?"

You nodded. A small smile tugging at your lips as you leaned into his embrace. "Yeah, Dad," you replied oh so grateful for the familiar strength of his arms around you. "Just glad to see you back in one piece."

But as Pete pulled away his gaze fell on Mickey, and you felt a knot of tension coil in the pit of your stomach. There was a shift in the air. A subtle change in your dads demeanor that set your heart racing with apprehension.

"Fanboy," Maverick spoke with an icy tone as he turned his attention to the charming pilot beside you. "Fancy seeing you here."

Mickey's easy grin faltered and was replaced by a look of uncertainty as he met Maverick's gaze. "Hey, Maverick," he replied. His voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Didn't expect to run into you here. You’re not usually here after missions."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between them. The air thick with unspoken tension as Maverick's gaze bore into Mickey with an intensity that made you squirm in your barstool. Finally, Pete spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "No funny business with my daughter, Garcia," he said. His words a thinly veiled warning. "Or you'll answer to me."

Mickey swallowed hard. The weight of Maverick's stare bearing down on him like a leaden weight. "Yes, sir," he replied. His voice was barely above a whisper as he nodded in silent acquiescence.

And as Maverick turned away with his arm slipping around your shoulders in a protective gesture. You couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for you with Mickey. The chemistry between the two of you was something you’d never experienced before. There had to be something more. You felt caught between the love of a father and the allure of the skies.

It had been years since that fateful meeting at the Hard Deck, years filled with adventure, love, and the occasional heart-stopping moment as you watched your husband and father take to the skies together. But through it all you had remained steadfast in your support for both of them.

As you stood there the memories of that first encounter with Mickey came flooding back. A bittersweet reminder of how far you had come since that chance meeting. Now, as you awaited their return, your heart swelled with a mixture of pride and worry. You knew all too well the dangers that lurked beyond the clouds. But despite the nagging fear that gnawed at your insides you refused to let it consume you. You had learned to trust in Mickey's skill and your dads experience.

Your thoughts then took to earlier on in the week when you father broke the news he was taking your now husband with him to go fly a mission in Russia. He couldn’t tell you the details, but you knew it was going to be risky. Anything overseas always was. A pit formed in your stomach at the thought of the two most important guys in your life putting their lives in danger once again.

Unable to contain your fears any longer you turned to your father with a pleading look in your eyes. "Dad, you can't do this," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "You can't take Mickey on this mission. It's too dangerous dad!"

Maverick's expression hardened. His jaw tightening as he met your gaze with a steely resolve. "I have to, sweetheart," he replied with a sorrowful look as his voice firm but tinged with regret. "We're the best chance they've got and Mickey's one of the best damn WSO’s I know."

You shook your head. The frustration and fear bubbling up inside you like a tempest ready to burst. "But it's not fair," you cried out as the words tumbled out in a rush. "Both of you don’t need to go. How about just you? Or him? Not both of you! I can't take it dad. Please" You knew the pleading would likely fall on deaf ears, but you had to try.

Your voice cracked with emotion. Tears welling up in your eyes as the weight of your fear threatened to crush you. You had spent countless nights lying awake dreading this exact moment when the call would come. One that summoned your father and husband into the heart of danger once again but farther away than you thought possible.

This time felt different, the stakes higher than ever before. And as you stood there with anger and despair boiling over inside you, you knew that you couldn't bear the thought of losing them both, not now, not ever.

Maverick's expression softened. A rare flicker of sympathy crossing his features as he reached out to pull you into a comforting embrace. "I know, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice gentle against your ear. "But we have a job to do, and we'll come back to you, I promise."

You clung to him like a scared five-year-old but you really couldn’t care. You were terrified. The weight of his words offering a sliver of solace amidst the storm of uncertainty you prayed with all your heart that his promise would hold true. That both your father and husband would return to you unscathed once more.

The anticipation was palpable as you stood on the base. Your eyes fixed on the horizon where the carrier would soon appear. It had been over a week since you last saw your husband, and your father depart on their mission. Each moment of their absence had felt like an eternity.

But now as the massive silhouette of the carrier emerged from the vast expanse of the ocean your heart leaped with relief. They were back. They were safe. You knew it because you hadn't received that dreaded call. The one that brought news of tragedy and loss. Still, despite the reassurance a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach as you waited for them to disembark. You couldn't shake the lingering worry, the fear of the unknown that had plagued you since the moment they left.

And then, finally, the gangplank descended, and a surge of relief washed over you as you caught sight of familiar figures making their way down onto the dock. Your heart raced as you scanned the crowd searching for the faces you longed to see.

And there they were.

Your father emerged first with his iconic aviator shades shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun. Beside him, Mickey walked with a confident stride. His tattered flight suit a testament to the adventure they had just returned from.

Without a second thought you rushed forward ignoring the protests from the officers guarding the walkway. Your heart pounded with a mixture of joy and apprehension. They were here. They were safe. But still you needed to see them with your own eyes. To feel the reassuring warmth of their embrace. His embrace. Your husband and beloved.

Without hesitation you rushed forward to you husband. Your arms outstretched as you leaped into his embrace wrapping your legs around his waist. "Babe!" you exclaimed while happily peppering his cheeks with kisses. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? I missed you so much! Don’t go for that long again, please." Your eyes scanned his frame for any sign of distress.

Mickey laughed while wrapping his arms tightly around you and returning your kisses with equal fervor. "I'm fine, honey," he reassured you, his voice filled with affection. "Not a scratch on me. I missed you more than you know pretty lady." He gave you a squeeze as he held you in his arms as the both of you ignored the bewildered captain beside you.

Your attention wholly focused on the man holding you in his strong arms. But when you finally pulled back you couldn't help but notice the grin spreading across your fathers face as he watched the reunion between his daughter and son-in-law.

"Looks like someone's glad to see her husband and not so much her old man," he remarked with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

You flushed with embarrassment realizing you had been so caught up in your reunion with Mickey that you had all but forgotten all about your father. But as you glanced back at him you found nothing but warmth and understanding in his expression.

"Sorry, Dad," you said sheepishly. "I was just... really glad to see Mickey. It’s good to see you too." As you attempted to slip down from Mickey's hold expecting to stand on your own feet again, you felt him tighten his grip around you. He wasn't willing to let you go just yet and a warm sense of contentment washed over you as you remained enveloped in his embrace.

Maverick chuckled. His eyes had a knowing amusement in them as he watched the scene unfold. "I can see that," he replied. His voice tinged with pride. "I see I’ve officially been replaced."

You grinned with your cheeks flushing with affectionate embarrassment at your father's teasing remark. "Well, Dad," you spoke playfully jabbing his shoulder from Mickey’s hold. "I think there's enough love to go around for both of you."

Pete laughed. "I suppose so," His voice filled with warmth as he spoke. "Just don't forget who taught him everything he knows."

You smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude for the two most important men in your life. "I could never forget.”

As Maverick chuckled, shaking his head, and walked away he left just the two of you there to continue on. Mickey still held you close in his arms. His embrace filled with a longing that mirrored your own. With Pete out of sight he seemed to pull you even closer. His touch igniting that usual fire within you.

Feeling his warmth enveloping you, you melted into his embrace. Your body fitting perfectly against his. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss. A silent declaration of his desire and his longing for you. The kiss deepened becoming more passionate as if he couldn't get enough of you after being apart for too long.

When he finally pulled back his breath came out in ragged gasps. He pressed his forehead against yours with eyes dark full of desire. "God, I missed you," he murmured. His voice husky with emotion. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he winked suggestively. His lips curling into a playful grin. And as you stood there wrapped in his embrace surrounded by the sights, and sounds of the base, you knew that the reunion you had been longing for was just beginning.

With a shared smirk Mickey held you a as tight as he could without squeezing you completely. His gaze was filled with promises of the passion to come. "Let's get out of here my love," he whispered. His voice low and intimate. "I want to show you just how much I missed you." The earned a giggle out of you as you knew he meant business when it came to that look.

And with that he carried you effortlessly towards your car. Each step filled with anticipation and desire. With a thrill of excitement coursing through you, you knew that the night ahead held endless possibilities. And you couldn't wait to explore them all with the man you loved.

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foreverrandomwritings · 8 months

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Two Turns Into Three

Summary:You and your boyfriend Fanboy propostion your close friend Bob with a threesome request.

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x afab!Reader (Reaper) x Robert "Bob" Floyd

Warnings: Explicit, Threesome (m/m/f), Masturbation, strap on anal, FanboyxBob anal, kinks, dildo, kissing, praise kink, fingering, a little bit of nerves, MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Word count:3643

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A/N:Written as a sequel to Schoolboy Crush but can be read alone. Written for @sushiwriterhere threesomeissance challenge.

You and Fanboy had been dating for about three and a half months when the topic of kinks and fantasies came up. The relationship had been a slow one at the start. He had finally gotten the courage to ask you out after months of showing up to your Nerds United store. You had built a good rapport with him over those months and had even played some video games with him occasionally after swapping gamer tags before he had popped the question. Then about two weeks into you officially dating he had gone onto a three week long mission.

Neither of you wanted to rush into that level of intimacy before he left so you had waited until he had gotten back to have your first time together. You both enjoyed each other immensely and had a great time with each other since then. But even though things were going great there were still some things you wanted to try. After a day at a convention with Mickey and a certain glasses wearing aviator, you had dropped Bob at home. Which wasn’t abnormal, he spent occasional time with you guys. Going to D&D nights, going to movies or even conventions with you both. You both somehow got onto the topic of a threesome on your way back to your apartment.

The first time you had seen Bob, Mickey had dragged him into your store. It was while you were both still friends, he assured Bob that the small business was the place to go. Which was flattering and definitely one of the many reasons you said yes when he eventually asked you out. Bob had been bashful but had quickly warmed up to you. He was the perfect person to include in your outings as you all had similar interests.

Mickey and you had both been open about your sexuality with each other and you were very aware that Mickey was pansexual. He never hid it from you or from any of his team members. Bob had at one point told the both of you that he was bisexual, though he was a bit more shy about telling people.

So when your loving boyfriend mentioned a threesome and you shared your interest in it as well it seemed clear as day who you would ask to join you both. The only problem was going to be how you approached him. He was still a reserved person even though he was comfortable with you both. So you had decided to invite him out for pizza and bring up the topic there.

“Hey Bob, could I ask you a question?” Mickey had his fingers wrapped around yours as he shot the question at the fellow backseater. Bob finished chewing his bite of pizza, wiped the sauce off of his lips with his napkin and nodded his head eagerly.

“What are your thoughts on a threesome?” You had agreed it was better not to beat around the bush. Even though Bob had just swallowed his food you saw him swallow again, his cheeks becoming increasingly rosey. You were thankful for the corner booth and pretty empty dining area that allowed you to have this conversation a little bit discreetly.

“Uhm. What do ya mean?” His country drawl was thick as he spoke. Something you noticed would happen when he got flustered.

“We’ve been talking about it for a while and we are both interested in having someone join us. We would like for that person to be you Bob.” You paused for a moment letting him take in the information before continuing.

“You don’t have to say anything now if you’d like to think about it. However if you don’t want to then we just leave it at that. We’ll act like this conversation never even happened.” Mickey squeezed your shaking hand.

The confidence you were showing was all a facade. The only one here that usually showed any confidence was Mickey. Bob was normally quiet unless engaged in a conversation involving something particularly interesting. You were confident in your store because you knew the store, you knew the answers to the questions that customers would ask and it was easy for you. But this was unnerving, the unknown of the outcome had you chewing your lip and trying to remain emotionless.

“Could I just have the night to think about it?” His voice was dripping with hesitation but you nodded your head reassuringly. He gave you a thankful smile at the action.

“Of course, take all the time you need. We aren’t in any rush.” Mickey gave the glasses clad aviator a beaming smile and the topic was dropped. You talked about an upcoming D&D campaign you were currently putting together and then went your separate ways at the end of the night. It was two days later on Sunday that you saw Bob again. Neither of you had heard from him since the night at the pizza place. You had both taken that as his answer to not wanting to join you for a threesome.

You and Mickey were closing up the store since Jeremy was away for the weekend at an event trying to gather more items for the store. Neither of you minded the late night, your apartment was above the store so it wouldn’t take you long to get home. You had just locked the money away in the safe when you heard a knock on the door. Mickey had been stocking a box of trading cards so you went to tell the person you were closed. But as you got closer to the door you noticed a familiar tan carhartt hoodie and quickened your steps. You unlocked the door and opened it, licking your lips as you made eye contact with the man standing in front of you.

“Hey Reaper, Is Fanboy here?” His eyes wandered over your shoulder briefly as he asked the question.

“Yea he’s farther back stocking some trading cards. Do you want me to grab him?” He nodded his head at you and you ushered him into the building.

“I’ll go get him.” You turned on your heels quickly and with fast steps you were standing in front of your aviator boyfriend.

“Hey sugar plum. I’m almost done with this box. Are you almost ready to go up?” He looked up from the cards in his hands briefly. He noticed your hands playing with the lanyard around your neck that you had yet to take off.

“What’s wrong? Was the person at the door giving you issues?” He had heard the knock at the door and hushed voices but figured you could handle it and would holler if you needed anything.

“Bob is here, Mick and asked to see you.” His eyebrows both shot up at the words. You shifted from one foot to the other.

“Did he say what he was here for?” You shook your head quickly. He came to stand in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“We’ll go out there and see what’s going on. I’m sure it’s nothing.” He kissed your forehead quickly before dropping one of your hands and leading you out to where you left Bob.

“Bob, great to see you man! What’s got you here so late?” It was odd for the blonde to be at the store so late on nights that weren’t reserved for D&D.

“Yes.” Was all he said. His fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie pulling on them and twisting them around his fingers.

“Uh yes what?” Mickey briefly looked at you before cocking his head to the side in question at Bob.

“The threesome. I’d like to have one. With you guys I mean.” You and Mickey both stood straighter at the confession. Hands squeezing each others with hope.

“That’s amazing to hear. Did you have an idea of when?” The words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them. Your cheeks heated up at the eagerness that was evident in your voice.

“I was actually thinking tonight if it’s not too soon?” He looked between you and Mickey as you and he looked at each other. A silent conversation quickly transpired between you.

“Tonight works great! We were about to close up anyway. You guys can head on up, maybe have a drink or something and I’ll get everything done down here really quick.” You really just needed some time to cool the nerves that had suddenly built up inside you. Mickey understood what you needed and kissed your cheek before nodding his head to the door that led up to your apartment.

“We’ll see you up there soon babe.” Bob’s hand brushed against yours as he passed you and he gave you a shy smile which you returned. You made quick work of finishing the box of trading cards, double checking the doors were locked and turning off all the lights. You took a deep breath as you made it to the bottom of the stairs. The walk up gave you more confidence. You were sure in this decision and you were positive it would go well. As your hand hit the doorknob to your apartment you took one last deep breath and pushed it over.

You heard them before you saw them. Mickey was saying something to Bob causing him to let out a loud laugh. A smile adorned your face instantly at the thought of your boyfriend making this situation more relaxed. He was always the best at reading people and figuring out how to make them laugh. When you rounded the corner into the living room you spotted them both on the couch. Both of them had a root beer in hand and wide smiles on their faces. Even with the large couch they sat practically on top of each other.

“What’cha boys talking about?” They kept the smiles on their faces as they looked at you. There was excitement and mischief in their eyes as well.

“Talking about Mav beating Hangman in another exercise this week.” You were standing in front of them at the end of your boyfriend's sentence.

“Why don’t you sit down, honey blossom.” You shook your head at the pet name, he was always making up random things to call you, keeping you on your toes. You hummed in reply however and sat yourself down on Bob’s lap much to his surprise. You threw your feet into Mickey’s lap and gave him a sweet smile which he returned.

“Is this okay?” You’d get off if he said no, but the hand placed on your back told you he was fine with it.

“It’s alright, darlin’.” The country drawl was back again and shot a feeling of desire through you.

“Do you want to go ahead and talk about boundaries?” You looked between them both and they quickly nodded. The conversation went quickly, you talked about a safe word and hard limits. Your hand had wound up in Bob’s hair, his hand was on Mickey’s thigh and Mickey was running his hand up and down your leg. Both of them had placed their drinks on the end table. As the conversation came to a close your lips were laid upon Bob’s and Bob’s hand was working over the bulge growing in Mickey’s pants.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” Mickey’s question was breathless as he held back a moan. You and Bob broke from the kiss and you stood up. You held both hands out to them and they took the invitation. You pulled them both to the bedroom and worked on taking your shirt and shoes off. The vans were easy to toe off and the t-shirt ended up somewhere in the room. Mickey had flipped on the ceiling light. Bob played with his hoodie strings again. But his hands were caught by Mickey and dragged to his sides as Mickey planted a heated kiss upon the blonde's lips.

The simultaneous moans they both let out had you letting out one of your own. Mickey’s hands worked into Bob’s hair while Bob’s worked under Mickey's t-shirt pulling it up until they broke from their kiss to toss it onto the floor. Their lips met again quickly and you gathered up your double ended strap on and the lube. You placed them on the bed and came up behind Bob. You ran your hands from his upper back down towards his ass then wrapped them around to the front of his pants. Your fingers quickly found the button and zipper of his jeans. You worked the button open and unzipped his jeans.

You slipped your hand into the top of his boxers. He was already exceptionally hard, precum leaking out of the tip. A moan slipped from his lips right into those of your boyfriends. Mickey’s hands worked themselves under Bob’s hoodie and t-shirt this time. They broke apart briefly so they could pull them off his body. Then you were laying your bra covered chest against his bare back, reveling in the heat of his body. Bob’s fingers ran up from Mickey’s stomach to his nipples rolling them both between his fingers eliciting a moan from the cheeky backseater.

You pumped Bob’s cock a couple times, working him up and down. The hand that wasn’t working him over slipped into your own pants, finding your clit you started to rub small circles over the sensitive nub. A moan slipped through your lips into the toned back of the man sandwiched between you and your boyfriend. You started to leave open mouthed kisses along his shoulders, nipping his skin occasionally.

Moments passed and before you knew it you were all three on the bed the rest of your clothes strewn around the room, a mess you’d have to sift through later. Mickey had lubed up his own fingers and began to work himself open. His eyes focused on the way Bob slipped his fingers in and out of your pussy. You slathered your own fingers in lube and slipped them between Bob’s legs. You found the tight hole quickly, you were slow as you slipped a singular finger inside.

“That feels so good.” Bob had his eyes squeezed together tightly as the finger fully sheathed inside of him. His glasses had been placed neatly on your bedside table.

“She’ll take such good care of you Bobby. She’s such a good girl. Always treats me so good.” He slipped his fingers out of himself. Mickey maneuvered himself across the bed so he was sat next to you. His mouth found your own, his tongue slipping inside instantly. Moans were swapped back and forth as the pleasure you were experiencing worked through your every nerve.

“I need more.” Bob’s voice was a whine as he spoke, you slipped another finger inside him, scissoring the two gently.

“Patience Robert, I’ll make sure you feel good.” You knew you’d be true to your word. You were desperate to be inside of him. To hear the noises that he’d make as you fucked him. You wanted to know how he’d moan as he was seated inside of your boyfriend. You needed to know how your boyfriend would feel with Bob fucking into him.

“Can you help me with my harness Mick?” Your eyes connected to his and he was already up gathering the strap on and making his way back to you. Bob’s fingers slipped from inside of you and you slipped a third into him. It was only seconds before Mickey was opening the bottle of lube and covering both sides of the strap on. He slipped the straps up your legs and settled the end facing you inside of your pussy. You gasped at the feeling of the purple dildo stretching you out slightly. Mickey moaned at the sound it made as it slipped inside of you. He finished tightening the straps and made sure it fltl fine before stepping away.

“Can you get on all fours Bob?” Mickey was stroking his fingers down his face. But Bob couldn’t seem to form a sentence because his mouth was open in a gasp as your fingers found his prostate.

“Use your words Bob. Be a good boy for me.” You stilled your fingers allowing him to clear his mind for a moment.

“I can do that.” The thick country accent had you smiling. It had gotten progressively richer throughout the night. Even slipping in occasionally through his moans somehow. Your fingers slipped from where they were buried between his cheeks. You stood from the bed and waited for him to move. When he was finally on his hands and knees you moved back to the bed. You grabbed the lube from Mickey and poured some onto Bob’s hole and rubbed some up and down the purple dildo that would soon be buried inside him.

“Let me know if it’s too much honey.” Those were your only words as you slipped the tip inside him. The moan he let out was quiet and whimpery. You continued to push inside him until you were all the way settled.

“Oh my- oh- it feels.” His sentence broke off as he buried his face into the mattress.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to say anything. Just enjoy how good it feels.” Mickey ran a hand along Bob's back reassuringly. You stayed still until you felt like he was ready for you to move.

“Mick.” Bob all but whispered the name. If the room wasn’t otherwise silent you wouldn’t have heard it.

“Yea?” Mickey’s brown eyes met your own and sent you a wink. You sent him one back.

“Want to be inside you Mick.” It was a desperate cry.

“Please, Mick.” Mickey placed a kiss on cheek before whispering into your ear.

“You look so hot buried inside him sweetheart.” Your cheeks heated at the words.

“He is gonna look so good buried inside you.” Your words were quick as he slipped himself under Bob’s body. He handed him the lube and Bob was quick to squeeze some out onto his cock and between the cheeks over the tight hole of Mickey. The cold feeling had a gasp leaving his mouth.

“You boys are doing such a good job. Taking everything so well. Making me so proud.” They both preened at the praise. Bob was soon slipping his cock inside of Mickey, a moan leaving the both of them. You couldn’t stop the buck of your hips at the sound. A moan slipping through your lips as the dildo settled inside you shifted slightly.

“Can I start moving sweet boy?” Bob nodded his head that was laid upon Mickey’s back. That was all it took for you to be pulling back and pushing back in. One hand was on his hip and one was on your breast, rolling the nipple between your fingers, pinching occasionally.

“You feel so good Mick.” Bob’s voice barely sounded like his own, his accent was so thick it was unrecognizable.

“Your cock feels so good.” Mickey was quick to send praise back. Those words spurred Bob to start moving; he matched your pace with ease. Then you were all in a lust filled haze, moans and whispers of pleasure filled the room. All three of your orgasms approached rapidly. The noises only spurring the three of you on. You felt the stutter of Bob’s hips first.

“Are you close honey?” You already knew the answer but wanted to hear the words from his lips.

“It sure feels like it. I can feel it in the way you’re moving.” Bob let out a loud whine as his back arched, chest connecting with Mickey’s freckle covered back.

“So fucking close.” You and Mickey both swelled with pride. The night was way better than either of you had planned. The pure pleasure you were both giving Bob had both of your heads spinning. You both frequently switched between dominant and submissive. Tonight however was all about Bob. You had both discussed that before when you were originally talking about a threesome. The idea seemed to be paying off perfectly.

“You can cum whenever you want to Bob no one is going to stop you.” His hips stuttered again, a breathless whimper leaving his lips. Mickey spit into his own hand before wrapping it around his own cock. It was overwhelmingly sensitive from the lack of touch. But that was what he wanted. He had purposely kept his hand away so the pleasure would be mind blowing. You heard the tell tale sign of his release coming before he came, recognizing the moan was easy, your body reacted on instict.

“Come on Bobby, you can cum with Mickey.” That seemed to be all he needed as his hips finally stilled, sweat covered forehead crashing down onto Mickey’s back. His whine was caught in his throat as Mickey squeezed around his cock. Mickey’s own orgasm rocked through him and sprayed across the bed spread underneath him. The moan he let out which was more of a praise to you and the blonde between the two of you had your own orgasm rolling through you. Your own walls squeezing around the purple object buried to the hilt inside you. You let out your own praise to the two men in front of you. Both of your hands squeezed Bob's hips. Your head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. All three of you stayed like that for seconds or even minutes, basking in the euphoria.

“We definitely need to do that again.” Mickey’s tired voice spoke into the silence of the room. Laughs erupted from you and Bob at the words, but you both knew you also wanted to do this again. You were also thankful for their long weekend in celebration of Labor day.

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I had such a fun time writing this piece.

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Mickey Altieri x AFAB!Reader || Oneshot

*I have been watching Santa Clarita Diet and remembering how cute this man is so I decided to finish this! Yayyyy, Mickey fanfiction.

Plot: You and your best friend Mickey fuck, and to nobodies surprise... it causes issues.

Warnings: Porn with Plot, so yes there's smut and sexual references throughout. Specifically oral (f receiving), slight inebriation, forcefulness, p in v, and a little fingering

"Hey Y/N, just callin' to check in but your phones off, I guess. When you do hear this though, call me back. I was thinkin' we could go to movie, or something."

"So... what, you didn't like the movie idea? Haha. Yeah, I get it, I'm a pain to go to movies with, I know. Thought it was worth a shot, though... Call me back and we'll get a bite or something."

"Are you really doing this? Ignoring me? This is a little junior high, don't you think? Come on."

"Look, Y/N... I hate to pull this card but I gave you an orgasm. You could at least call a guy back for that."

"It was a fucking good orgasm, too, actually, and we both know it. Call back."

"*Sigh*... You came in my mouth Y/N, don't fucken ignore me."

Mickey's messages were becoming increasingly more frustrated, and lewd, and you don't blame him, really! But at this point you're honestly a little scared to talk to him, much less look him in the face.

The tone his voice is developing in these messages is undeniably hot, and you can’t face him the way you're feeling about him right now. The... incident, he's referring to, was a mistake. A slip.

A slip that is still flower fucken fresh in your mind- which is why you can’t face him.

And you try to tell yourself that you were... tired, that day! That it had been a long week, and Mickey is, honestly, objectively... quite an attractive dude! And because he was, well, there, you accidentally… well, you... alright, you don't know what happened. Or how to explain it without sounding awful, or ruining your friendship.

"Ugh," You cut off your own thoughts, tired of thinking about it as you lift your shoulder bag over your head and drop it onto your opposite shoulder passive aggressively, and unlock your dorm door. Then you twist the knob with an eye roll and pull it open. "Class. Shakespeare.” You chant. “That's all you need to be thinking about right now, Y/N. Get your head in the game… "

The moment you leave your room though, you see Mickey leaning on the wall two centimetres from your face and let out a yelp; Jumping back. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks, raising his brows at you from where the side of his head is, resting on the wall.

"To class!?" You exclaim, reeling from the shock of him being right there, waiting for you to come out. Can you run back in and slam the door or would that be going too far?

"Nahhhh, see I don't think so." Mickey moves in closer, causing you to step back, until you're both swiftly back in your dorm. He then closes the door behind him and your heart gives a dreadful thud.

This is absolutely the situation you’ve been trying to avoid. Too emotional, too alone-

"Look, Mick, I'm sorry for ignoring you- that was wrong, but can we talk about this later?” You ask, desperate and almost begging. God, Shakespeare sounds good right now. Even Trigonometry would be great! Anything that will take the heartbeat out of your pants.

“Uh uh uh, see you lost the right to pick a time slot about two messages ago. Now I choose, and I think now is a good time.” He locks the door, then, and you actually wince. Noooooo…

“Fine, Mickey. Uh… what’d you wanna talk about?”

“Oh, you’re gonna play dumb?” He looks surprised, and impressed, and dangerous as he gets closer to you. “Okay, okay… how about we talk about this?”

Then Mickey reaches over, cups your face and drags your mouth to his in a ridiculously heated kiss that makes all the blood in your body rush somewhere other than your brain- which is suddenly quite silent. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, this is not how this should go!- You let the kiss end on its own, though, until he pulls his lips away from yours oh-so-gentle, though doesn’t let go of your face; Just looks darkly down at you, waiting. “About that,” He snaps, and its odd because your friend Mickey has never been the angry sort… always calm, even when he was frustrated. Always cracking jokes. And even now, he doesn’t look vicious or wounded at all, but there’s a definite vibe… something in his voice… that tells you he is totally pissed off. He straightens his head again before his big hands move down to your waist. He turns you around and guides you to the nearest wall.

Breathless, you give a hesitant nod. “… you’re right. We definitely do need to talk about that.”

“Right, yeah, or we could talk about this,” He goes on, pressing what seems to be an erection at full mast into you and you actually have to resist moaning; Biting your bottom lip so it actually hurts. Yeah… that too. “Yeah, we’ll probably have to talk about that too, right? Like, urgently.”

When you open your mouth this time to respond - with what you don’t know, -, Mickey doesn’t let you; Instead swooping down to kiss you again and swallowing all thought from you. God, this just what happened the other night! Mickey’s lips get involved and you turn Idiot. You’re so caught up in the kissing in fact, fighting to keep up with him, tasting him back- that you almost miss the hand going down your pants.

“Ah~ fuck.” You swear, when you feel two strong fingers slip up through your folds, collecting the moisture that he created when he walked in like he did.

“Or we could talk about this… “He murmurs, waving the two fingers between your faces, coated in slick as he makes a mockery of your reaction to him. Then you watch him stare into your eyes and suck on those fingers. “Mm, yeah, I’m not the only one with a problem here. This we definitely gotta discuss, right?? Right!” At that he lets you go entirely, pushing away from you and taking a few steps back in his frustration.

Thank god- you can breath now.

“… Mickey you’re a little manic,” You start, once gathering your composure again quickly. “Are you okay??”

“No I’m not fine!”

“Well… I’m your friend. We can talk this through- “

Before you’ve even got the sentence out, Mickey’s talking over you. “Ughhhhh!” He turns around, upon you again as you press back into the wall and he holds up a stern index at you in some kind of psycho mommy finger. “… That’s the thing,” He whispers. “I don’t think we are friends, Y/N.”

“What?- “

“We fucked.” He says, bluntly, and it makes your face heats up. “And I liked it. And you did too, don’t even- don’t even try to deny it.”

After a moment, you give out a sigh and shake your head; A sad look on your face. “I wont deny it.”

“Great. So, you agree. We can’t be friends anymore. At least not in the traditional sense of the word- I don’t think I can spend another movie night with you,” The way he says ‘movie night’, like they mean nothing to him anymore honestly hurts, but the next words that come out of his mind have you all twisted up inside. “You know, lay my head in your lap and not wanna rip your pants off. So!- what does that leave us?”

“I… I don’t know. We could… “Before your face was warm, but now the areas from your cheeks to your collar bones are piercing hot under the duress of his intense gaze. You wish he would just calm down, and discuss this without all the pressure! “d-date? I gues- “

“Date?? Date? I’ve been your best friend since we were fourteen. Dating is for suckers who don’t know eachother like we do. Fuck dating.”

“Then what!?” You snap, getting tired of his tantrum. Is this going somewhere?? Is he breaking up with you?? If so, can he get it over with and stop embarrassing you!?

“Y/N- FUCK!” He swears, like you’re frustrating him now- any hint of a humorous undertone gone despite the still-calmness of his face.

“Mickey you walk in here, kiss me, lick my precum off your fingers and then start yelling at me. What is your end goal!??”

Mickey’s hands are on you, then, probably leaving indentations in your arms with how tightly he’s holding you. “Y/N, I love you.”

“… “You stop, and close your mouth. He… “What!?” You snap.

“I love you,” He informs, all matter-o-factly, and finally a little grin quirks at the left corner of his mouth. “So we cant be friends anymore. I kinda wanna be more than that.”

You honestly don’t know what to say. Your heartbeat is calming down again to homeostasis after all that hubbub, but you’re anything but calm. This is Mickey- your best friend, the only one who knows you have a crush on Jason Voorhees. This man, who is ridiculously sexy and intelligent, has seen you sick as a dog before, and sobbing after getting broken up with, and stupidly hyped over winning a game- and… he wants to be your boyfriend? You’re dumbfounded, so not much comes to mind as response. In fact, all you manage to squeak out, is “… kinda?”

“Kinda- a lot-… do we need the logistics?”

Despite yourself, your lips fight to quirk up into a small smile. “Altieri, you are a mess.” A hot, manic, mess.

“I’ve been thinking about your pussy all week, what do you really expect?” He asks, grinning back. The lewdness of his words make you groan, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back against the door in light mortification. “What?” he shrugs, “It’s true.”

“… so you like me, huh?”

“Derek said I’m full on whipped, actually.” Mickey clarified, and you can’t help a giggle. He talked to Derek about you? “So can we stop fighting and break one of Randy’s horror flick rules, now?“

“Just a moment,” You stop him, your own mommy finger coming out. He steps back, hands up in surrender even as that amused look stays on his face. A sternness creeps onto your own as you push off the wall, towards him. “I don’t want you to ever come into my room like that again. Don’t kiss me, then yell at me, and tell me you love me like that makes up for it. I mean come on man- were you born in a barn??” You try to add a little humour at the end there, for the moods benefit, and he gives that sexy half smile of his. “… And I promise I’ll always return all your calls from now on- within reason.”

“Done.” He agrees, easy, and you shrug- good. That’s that then, all that you wanted to add. Mickey senses this being the end, too, and meets you halfway in the middle of the room; Curling some of your hair around his ear. “So… “

Looking all hard-done-by, you shrug and offer you hand to him. “Damn, you nympho. Yeah, I guess we can fuck now- Woah!“

He’s already dragging you to your bedroom, and you’re laughing; Your Shakespeare class is forgotten when he pushes you back onto the bed, if it wasn’t already.

~ A week ago ~

Mickey’s lips leave a hot trail all the way from your worn cunt, over your stomach and your breasts, your neck, your jaw and when he finally reaches your lips once again you kiss him back fervour; Finding that you don’t mind the taste of yourself, at all.

Despite cumming already, you spread your legs once again and wrap them around your friends’ hips and arch up into him when he grinds his still-covered erection into your naked pussy; Moaning into his mouth at the rough feeling. You know that this is going to change everything, but damnit- a shit of an essay due tomorrow, one viewing of your favourite movie and only 3 jelly shots caused this! And damn it just feels too good right now to stop it.

Besides- Mickey hasn’t come yet. You wouldn’t leave him without helping him too! What are friends for??

Disconnecting from his lips in order to reach down, you unbutton and unzip him before shoving his pants and underwear down just under his ass- too impatient to get them completely off of him. And, clearly, he’s feeling the same because as soon as his dick is free, he’s plunging it into your sobbing pussy. The groan that escapes him then is downright pornographic- and you certainly aren’t fairing much better, fingertips digging into the mattress.

“We shoulda done this before,” He pants, thrusting in and out of you in a desperate search for release.

You don’t quite hear him, or you tune it out, or you pretend you didn’t hear it, because having heard it would mean responding. And responding would mean accepting that this is happening outside of a really good daydream. And accepting would mean you had to have a conversation, and a conversation could mean a million things including losing your best friend- so, officially, you didn’t hear him. You turn your head into the sheets, grinding your hips in pace with his thrusts, chasing another amazing orgasm from him.

God, you’ve never been fucked like this. It’s never been this good. How is this possible. “Aghhh okay- okay- gonna come. Yeah. Wh- Where- where do you want it?” He pants, struggling with the words as his nuts threaten to bust any second.

You’re on the pill, and he’s wearing a condom, and he just feels so good filling you and stretching you that the idea of him pulling out too early make you want to beg him no, no, no. So you wordlessly shake your head and lock your legs around him, pulling his body flush against your so his cock really goes as far inside you as possible, before pulling Mickey mouth back to yours once again. His tongue meets yours in a very clumsy, needy kiss and he cums right then.

He shoots hard into the rubber wrapped around him. His hips stutter in their thrusts, but he goes on until you follow suit; The knot of pleasure exploding in you once more. The sensation of his shallow, slow thrusts after that are over the top, and oversensitive, but fuck they make you whine louder then any before.

When he slips out of you and lays back on the bed beside you, your heads near the foot of the bed rather then the top and on top of the sheets, you decide to just go to sleep. Feeling like this; Tingly and warm.

Let the mess be a dilemma for future you.

#Mickey Altieri x Reader Oneshot #Mickey Altieri x Reader Smut #Mickey Altieri x Reader Smutshot #Mickey Altieri x Reader #Mickey Altieri #Mickey Altieri Smut #Smut #Oneshot #Slashers #Ghostface #Scream #Scream 2

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 8 months

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Omg u have Ian and Debs hcs? Please please share

i’m kinda late to this because i keep forgetting but HERE THEY ARE (some of these are stolen from my other headcanons post and also half of these are very unserious)

ian was so excited when debbie was born, he loved being a big brother. whenever anybody tried to take the newborn baby out of his arms, he would throw a fit and insist that the baby belonged to him and you can’t touch her!

the two of them have gotten drunk on mimosas at like 10 in the morning on several occasions

when debbie was in her phase where she was going on about “ginger racism” she kept sending ian photos of gingers/articles about discrimination against gingers and so he blocked her number (temporarily!)

they have a gallagher groupchat (canon) and debbie talks the most in it. ian leaves the groupchat constantly because of the spamming so she has to add him back

also kinda going off of that^ ian is horrible at responding to texts/calls and leaves debbie on read CONSTANTLY, which pisses debbie off, making her spam his messages/voicemail until he gives in and texts her back (she’s so me)

(pre-season 1) when frank and monica would fight ian would try to calm her down while fiona and lip tried to break up the fights. carl would usually be fine and just watch/go up to his room, but debbie would get scared and cry, worried about either of the parents getting hurt or leaving.

debbie used to make her siblings bracelets out of like rainbow loom and shit and she made ian the most and he, unlike lip, wore all of them (no matter how sparkly they were).

(pre-3x05) debbie would beg ian to take her with him when he went to the milkovich house to go see mandy, which was incredibly awkward for ian, considering what he was really doing going there to do.

debbie visited ian the most in prison (lip tried to also, but he was also focusing on tami and fred).

ian taught debbie how to throw a punch.

heidi runs away and devastates debbie, which leads to her crying over her loneliness and venting to ian constantly, so eventually ian and mickey come up with a way to reunite sebbie (yes i’m writing about this).

also this isn’t a headcanon but i have a question and it’s why the fuck wasn’t sandy at ian and mickey’s anniversary party if she was so important in the wedding like that could’ve been our tiny sebbie reunion we could’ve gotten like one frame of them talking and i’d be satisfied

#shameless #debbie gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie and ian #sebbie #gallavich #mickey milkovich #sandy milkovich #shameless us #shameless headcanons #headcanons #i’m writing a sebbie and gallavich oneshot book rn #lip gallagher #heidi shameless

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Secret Santa: Part One

12 Days of Christmas: Day 10

Plot: When you and the squad end up taking part in a Secret Santa exchange. The gifts you receive end up being love confessions. But who are they from?

[Bob's Ending] [Fanboy's Ending] [Hangman's Ending] [Rooster's Ending] [Maverick's Ending]

Pairing: Gn!Reader x ??? (Choose your own character ending) *Possible Endings: Bob, Fanboy, Rooster, Hangman & Maverick

Words: 2.9k

A/n: Bob and Fanboys endings will be posted Christmas Eve. And the other three will come out Christmas Day. I will add the links to this fic once they are posted.

Walking towards the training room, you heard the familiar voices of the other pilots. You had been reunited with the dagger squad, and some other pilots you knew from the past. Another mission, another training program, trained once again by Maverick.

Through the grueling training and test flights, you were enjoying your time being with the others again. Though you had to admit you were excited about one, more than the others, but you were sure they didn't know that.

As you entered the room, your eyes cast over the group. Hangman and Rooster were bickering as usual, while Bob and Phoenix rolled their eyes. Fanboy, Payback and Coyote watched silently, sharing the occasional look.

Seeing you enter Jake turned in his seat "Y/n, perfect, perhaps you could solve our little problem."

"Nope, no." You shook your head as you took your seat, "Do not drag me into whatever is going on, I don't want to be a part of it."

Phoenix and Bob snickered as Jake leaned over"Come on, I think you'd be on my side."

"Like hell they would." Rooster broke in.

You shook your head with a soft smile as you saw Maverick enter. "Pilots, good morning." He said with a cheery voice.

His eyes ran over you and the others as he walked past. In his hands was a Santa hat.

As he stopped at the podium he looked at all of you in silence for a short moment. "Before we start our training today, I thought we might have a little Christmas fun."

You quirked your brow and sat up a bit, you saw the others do the same.

"Sir?" Bob asked with a curious tone.

"Secret Santa!" He said with a smile.

A small murmur went over the group as Maverick shook the hat in his hands. "In this hat are all of our names. You will each pick a name, and over the next three days, starting tomorrow, you have to give your person three gifts."

"Three?" Jake spoke up.

"Yes, three. On day three, by the end of the day, you must give me a slip of paper with the name of the person you gifted, and the name of the person you think is your gift giver. If you guess correctly, you get a day off of training. If you are wrong. You will be cleaning up after the Christmas party."

A small groan came from the group as you all pictured what mess would be left behind after that.

"There are two rules. One, don't get caught leaving your person a gift, or you are disqualified. Two, do not tell anyone who your person is."

As Maverick walked around holding the hat out for everyone to take a name, your eyes scanned over everyone. You wonder who would be the easiest person to buy a gift for. Your eyes lingered on one person as you thought of a thousand things you could get them.

"If you get yourself, grab a different name." He said softly as he continued down the line.

Getting to you, he gave you a small smile as you reached in. Pulling out a slip of paper you opened it to read 'Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace.' You smiled softly before closing the paper and shoving it in your pocket.

After everyone had chosen their names, the class went on like usual, though you knew everyone was a bit distracted, thinking of what to get their chosen person. Though it wasn't a competition, a familiar buzz ran through the room.

You tried not to look at Phoenix, not wanting to give away she was who you got. But you did glance around, wondering if you might find someone looking at you.

You would be lying if you didn't have someone particular in mind as to who you hoped might be your secret Santa. The same person you thought would be the easiest to buy for. Though, the luck of them getting you was pretty small.

By the end of training you had enough time left to go out and try to find a gift for Phoenix. You had thought long and hard about the types of gifts she might like, but you still struggled. Knowing she had a thing for antique and vintage objects, you thought going to an antique store might do the trick.

Walking through the store, you looked at various objects, before finally landing on an old hourglass carved out of wood. It was certainly unique, and looked old. Buying it, you hoped she would like it. Knowing you wouldn't really know for a few days.

Making it back to the base after another hour of shopping you felt relieved, having bought three gifts for Phoenix, and some wrapping paper.

As you walked down the corridor, you saw Bob walking towards you. He smiled and his eyes caught on the wrapping paper in your hands.

"Don't tell me you got all your gifts already?" He asked with mild surprise.

You smiled "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't" You said jokingly as you continued past him, seeing him smile at you as he nodded in understanding.

As you rounded the corner, you looked back, seeing him disappear around the corner. 'I bet he's a great gift giver' You thought to yourself as you made your way back to your room.

Unpacking your shopping bags, you looked at the gifts you got Natasha. The hourglass, a gift card for one of her favorite shops she could never convince herself to buy something from, and a Phoenix pendant necklace you managed to find by chance in a cute shop near the beach. You had almost jumped in excitement when you saw it.

After wrapping the gifts, you finally went to sleep, your last thoughts being about who may have picked your name from the hat.

--- --- ---

During your break in between training the next day, you snuck Natasha's first present out of your room and quickly made your way to her room. Setting the present down in front of her door, you rushed back to your room. Breathing a breath of relief as no one spotted you.

As you rounded the corner to your room, you stopped as you spotted a bouquet of flowers placed at your door.

"Wha-" You looked back down the hall in bewilderment.

You had only been gone for a few minutes, and you hadn't seen or heard anyone else.

"Sneaky" You whispered to yourself as you walked up to your door.

Picking up the flowers, you smiled at them. It was a beautiful bouquet of Gardenias in an ornamental Christmas colored vase. You smelled them as you made your way into your room.

You knew it was a well known fact that you loved flowers, and often knew the meaning behind them, enjoying the symbolism of each individual flower. You were teased by some of the others about this in the past, which didn't really narrow down who might be your secret Santa.

"Gardenias" You muttered to yourself as you tried to remember the meaning behind them.

Seeing a small note in the flowers, you pulled it out to see a short typed note.

'There's importance in the symbolism.'

You smiled as you remembered saying this once when the others were teasing you about why you were so determined to get the right flowers for someone as a gift.

Thinking back to that moment, you tried to remember who was in the room. Maverick, Hangman, Rooster, Bob, Fanboy and Coyote. Well, that doesn't narrow it down much.

"Appreciation? No, that's not it. Joy!" You knew that was at least one of them.

Setting the flowers on your table, you pulled out your phone to look it up. As you scrolled through the meaning of gardenias, your eyes caught on one particular meaning.

"Secret Love?" You asked softly, your heart beating heavily in your chest.

No, it could be the 'you're lovely' meaning. Just a friendly message. Not an admission. Unless it was?

As someone popped into your head, you felt a mild sense of hope, before you pushed it away. It might be a mistake. They may not have seen the meaning of gardenias as secret love.

You decided not to focus on this too much. Not until you knew more, maybe the next gift would tell you?

Hearing your alarm, you made your way out of your room for your next test flight. You took one last look at the flowers as you went.

As much as you tried, the idea of the flowers left for you being a confession stuck in your mind. You couldn't help but look at the others, wondering if it could be any of them.

You had hopeful thoughts for one, but that was all it was. Hope. There wasn't anything that made it seem obvious that they had feelings for you. Nor had there been from any of the others.

You were close to all of them, good friends. But secret love? You really weren't sure.

--- --- ---

The next day the pilots were abuzz with talk of their presents. Each trying to trick their Secret Santa into giving themselves away. Everyone eyed each other with suspicious gazes.

Natasha briefly mentioned the hourglass, and you could tell she had liked it. That was all the gratification you needed.

You kept your present to yourself, knowing that everyone would tease you about the flowers. Asking what their meaning was. You didn't want to out the meaning in case it was a mistake. So you played coy, only making everyone else more curious.

"Maybe their secret Santa forgot to give them their present?" Fanboy asked as he eyed you, his chin resting on the back of the chair in front of him.

You smiled softly at him and made a motion of a zipper across your lips as you looked to the front of the class as Maverick entered.

"Alright everyone, I know you are all talking about your secret Santa's Anyone get caught leaving a present?"

The was silence among the crowd and Maverick smiled "Good, stealth is important, I'd be disappointed if anyone got caught."

You were nervous to head back to your room after training. Expecting another present to be left for you. There was an odd sense of suspense, that you weren't sure was based around excitement or dread.

As you rounded the corner, and your eyes locked onto your door, you felt an odd pang in your chest as you saw nothing sitting at your door. Maybe they hadn't had time to leave it? Maybe they changed their mind on the prssent?

Getting to your door, you opened it, accepting that you were a bit disappointed. As you stepped into your room, you flinched as a small box fell from your door and bounced off your head, landing on the ground.

"What the hell?" You asked perplexed as you looked up at your door, seeing a small piece of tape, had been holding the box there. "How the hell-" You mumbled off as you reached down and grabbed the box.

You looked over at the window, wondering if they used it to get in. Or maybe they got the key?

Opening the small box, your heart was racing. Would this present give away another secret? Would it confirm or deny the meaning of the flowers? And why tape it to the door?

Seeing a small chain, you grabbed it and pulled it out, revealing a small glass apple on the end. It was cute, but you wondered why they chose it of all things.

Seeing a piece of paper in the box, you pulled it out. Taking a deep breath as you opened it.

Another typed out message.

'Did you know in Ancient Greece, to throw an apple at someone was a declaration of love?'

Your breath caught in your throat as you read over the message again and again. To throw an apple? So the rigged the box to fall on you as though they were throwing it at you?

You wanted to laugh, but your heart was hammering too heavily. You sat on your bed and looked over at the gardenias. So it did mean secret love. That wasn't a misunderstanding.

As you sat there, thinking it over, more realizations came to mind.

The person who got you happened to be in love with you, and was now using the secret Santa exchange as a way to tell you.

You let out a long drawn out breath. You were touched, and excited, yet nervous. There was only one person out of all the pilots these gifts would really mean something from. If it was any of the others, could you ever feel the same?

Who would know about Ancient Greece? You wondered. It definitely seemed like some odd fact Bob, Rooster or Fanboy might pick up at some point. Hangman could be a secret romantic. Maverick was playing the game too and he knew a lot about random things.

You felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety wash over you. Lying down you stared up at your cieling as you held the small apple necklace to your chest. It wasn't obvious who it could be. Would it be an insult to this person to keep hoping it was one specific person?

It would only hurt you more if you kept hoping it was them, and you were wrong.

Maybe the third gift would give it away. Sitting up, it suddenly donned on you that you needed to leave Natasha her second gift.

"Shit." You muttered as you looked over at envelope with the gift card. I could slip it into her locker, you thought. Or slip it under her door.

This secret Santa exchange took such a different turn than you were expecting, and you really didn't know how to act.

Looking at the clock, you saw it was nearly time to head out. You were all heading out to get dinner. You'd take the envelope with you, hoping to find a moment to slip it into her bag or car sometime during the night.

And maybe you could gather some hints about who might be your secret...admirer?

--- --- ---

As you walked across the tarmac the next day, your eyes landed on the person walking up to you.

"Nice time." Rooster said as he slowed in his step.

"Thanks, think you can beat it?" You asked with a teasing tone.

"I know I can." He winked before continuing past you and towards his jet.

You smiled and shook your head softly as you headed towards the locker room. After a long day of training, you were finally done.

You even managed to slip the last gift for Phoenix into her bag this morning. Having slipped the envelope under her door the previous night once you got back from the dinner.

During said dinner, hen the topic of secret Santa came up, you tried to pay attention To hints of who might be your secret Santa. But you learned nothing, everyone was keeping it close to their chests.

Today was the last day of the Secret Santa exchange. By eight this evening you had to give Maverick a slip of paper with your guess on it. You had yet to receive your third gift, and had yet to figure out who it was.

Opening your locker, you watched as an envelope fell to the floor. You looked around, seeing and hearing no one else in the room. Picking it up, you opened it, with your heart beating faster than before.

The third gift, what would it be? A full length confession? A gift card?

As you pulled two slips of paper out, your mouth opened slightly in surprise.

One slip was a ticket to a Christmas festival behind held about an hour away tomorrow night. You had wanted to go, but the tickets sold out too fast.

The second piece of paper was a short note, once again typed out.

'I have the other ticket, find me there.'

You stared at the paper in contemplation. So they had every intention of you finding out who they were after all. 'Find me there.'

It had to be someone who knew you wanted to go to the festival. Who did you mention it to?

Thinking back on it you sighed. Five of them knew about the ticket. That hardly narrowed it down. Though you were still aware that that specific someone always on your mind was one of them.

Tucking the ticket and note back into the envelope you put it in your duffle. You needed to decide what to do.

Not only who to guess, but whether or not you were ready to find out who they were. To find out who apparently had hidden feelings for you.

Your mind was heavy with uncertainty as you headed to Maverick's office at the end of the day. As you knocked on the door and handed him the paper, your heart was never steady.

You didn't know who you would find at the festival tomorrow, but you knew who you wanted it to be. Whether or not it was them, you would go, you had to. And if it was someone that you didn't have feelings for, well, you would deal with it then. No matter what.

Even with the nerve wracking thought it was unrequited love you might be finding at the festival, the hope that it was not unrequited, that it was a shared feeling, hidden between the two of you, made it worth the risk.

You just hoped you still thought that tomorrow.

xx End xx

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icantbelievetheworld · 5 months

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Sick at a shoot

Sirius was exhausted.

That’s all he could think about well the blinding lights shined on him.

He never should have agreed to this shoot but here he was, standing next to his brother well a group of fancily dressed men took their photos.

He was lucky enough that James was dragged along by regulus, at least he had someone other than his brother to talk too. It’s not that he didn’t like his brother. He just honestly needed a break from him. Almost every day for the past two weeks they’ve been in photo shoot after photo shoot.

Oh and he had this pounding headache he couldn’t seem to get rid of and the lights were definitely not helping.

“Turn a little to the right” a man dressed in a black suit said.

He let out a small groan.

“Why do you have to be like that?!” Reg says obviously agitated with him.

“Like what?” Sirius says

“So, you know, angry all the time”

he says “I’m not angry, just tired”

he says back He most have spaced out because he hears his name being called

"Sirius!" reg and James say at the same time.

"Huh" he says back quietly because he's head is pounding so bad his pretty sure everyone in the room can hear it.

"He just told you to turn to your left" Regulus says.

"Oh" he responds and turns to his left and looks up a little, he quickly realizes that moving was a bad idea because now he is not only dealing with a pounding headache but is also dizzy and nauseous.

He wants to cry.

He's never been good with being sick especially because of his past, but being sick at a shoot far away from his loving boyfriend is especially bad.

He's starting to sweat and he can feel the bile rising up his throat.

Shit, he was definitely going to be sick.

His brother must've caught on because he can feel his cold hand on his shoulder.

"Hey siri are you okay?" he asks in a gentle tone.

"feel sick" is all Sirius manages to get out.

"Okay um, Hey can we get him sitting" Regulus shouts out at one of the fancy guys.

Someone runs over and trys to grab onto his arm to lead him to a chair but before they can he feels his mouth fill with saliva and quickly slaps a hand over his mouth, but sadly he wasn't quick enough because his hand is quickly covered in vomit. He gags again and vomit sprays through his and onto the floor.

"SHIT" he hears someone yell out.

He opens his eyes and quickly is lead to a chair and handed a near by trash can. He can feel his brothers hand on his shoulder and someone else's, Probably James's, hand rubbing his back.

He gags again but nothing comes up.

"Do you want me to call Remus?" James asks

He nods yes.

“Siri?” Someone whispers to him.

“Sirius?” They say again a little louder.

shit, he must’ve dozed off. He looks to his side and sees regulus sitting there.

“reg? What’s going on” he whispers voice raspy.

“James said to wake you up” and as if called for, James immediately pops into his view.

“Hey pads, Remus is here” james says smiling softly.

”do you want me to walk you down there?”

“Can you tell him to come up here?”

“Of course” James says gently. He hates the way he’s speaking to him right now, like he’s fragile. He hates that thought.

he starts to cry, sob more like. His whole body shakes. Then the extremely unexpected happens, regulus HUGS him. Full on engulfs him in a hug. Sirius crying in his shoulder.

“You’ll be okay mon chéri” he whispers

that’s the scene Remus walks into a few minutes later. Regulus with his arms around his brother.

“Please don’t tell me your trying to steal my boyfriend reg”

“Je ne suis pas mes parents” regulus mutters

“j’espère que non” sirius Whispers back in a raspy voice, honestly Remus wasn’t sure he was awake until he heard him.

remus walks towards them. Once he reaches Sirius he bends down to his knees and brushes a hand through Sirius’s hair.

“you alright love, James said you where pretty sick”

“No, my head is pounding” he responds.

“Alright let’s get you home, do you think you can move”

Sirius nods and tries to remove himself from regulus’s arms and get up, but quickly realizes it was a mistake when he gets extremely dizzy and nauseous again.

“Remus!” He cries out right before gagging, hoping Remus gets the message. Thankfully he does as the trash can is quickly placed in front of him. He gags into it promptly vomiting. He feels Remus rub a hand on his back.

“Oh love you really are sick”

Sirius nods and spits into the garbage can.

“Can we go home now”

“Of course love” Remus answers.

#remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #the maruaders #wolfstar #sickness #tw vomit #tumblr milestone #sickfic #sick Sirius #harry potter #oneshot #mickey x ian

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idkaguyorsomething · 7 months

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on the one hand, i sort of get the logic behind having martha and mickey becoming an item. they both got the short end of the stick around the doctor, especially whenever rose got brought up, so they’d be able to understand each other’s experiences and probably treat each other right. on the other hand, it’s almost hilarious how i don’t think they even had a single conversation with each other before the showrunners decided to hook up the (at the time) only black companion with the (at the time) only other major black character, with one of them completely forgetting about the fiancé she mentioned in a previous episode and the other one just up and leaving the entire dimension he’d lived in for the past few years, knowing full well it would be impossible for him to ever return

#doctor who #the writing for this show truly is in a world of its own #martha jones #mickey smith #tbh tho #my secret martha ship is martha/lucy #i read a very good oneshot about it #sorry tom milligan we just know literally nothing about you #seriously tho they couldn’t have had a scene of mickey and martha just chatting and talking shit about the doctor or something #idk it’s been a while since i watched that episode #correct me if i'm wrong

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sometimes-i-write-good · 1 year

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¿Quieres bailar conmigo?

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x gn!pilotreader [no use of y/n]

2.6k || Fanboy comes home from leave a day early to surprise you, but you surprise him instead.

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Genre: fluff

CW: overload of charisma

Author's Note: Fanboy is my favorite Top Gun: Maverick character and I’ve already read everything in existence about him, so I have to take matters into my own hands. || cross-posted on ao3

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The first thing Mickey heard when he turned the lock to your shared apartment was a breakup song playing loudly. Punctuated by your passionate cries. In some form of a miracle, you managed to miss every note, which Fanboy took as a sign that your heart was not truly broken and José José merely possessed you with the urge to put on the performance of a lifetime.

He slipped quietly into the flat. Taking his time to unlace his shoes, set down his bag, and softly clicked the door shut behind him. You were not alerted in the slightest. Too busy in the kitchen stirring and shouting, “Qué triste luce todo sin ti. Los mares de las playas se van.”

Every other line you would spin, working your feet through a quick box step with the occasional fling of your spoon when the emotion built. “Se tiñen los colores de gris. Hoy todo es soledad.” you stepped backwards, closer and closer to Mickey with your hips swaying in a way that made his uniform fit a bit too tight.

“Media naranja…” he let his voice trail off, soft enough for you to hear him. The last thing he wanted to do was interrupt the moment with a spike of adrenaline. He’d tried his best, but he never was good at subtlety when it came to you.

“Holy fuck!” You let out a startled scream, hand coming up to clutch at your heaving chest. “Mickey, I thought I asked you to stop doing that.”

“Aw, mi vida,” he laughed, stepping closer to grab you by the hips and pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You stick your bottom lip out at him in a pout. Far enough out that he can’t help the way his gaze lingers on it. “Don’t think you can kiss it better,” you tell him.

Fanboy hums. He brings a hand up to trail the back of his index finger down your cheek so that he can tilt your chin up a bit further. “Can’t I?” It’s fun to watch your reaction to the question, feeling the slightest strain against his fingers and you try to move closer to kiss him.

“Mickey,” you whine.

He closes the gap between you. “Mi cielo.” His voice is low, raspy. All his attempted teasing seems to take more out of him than you and he’d been away for far too long to let his moment draw out any longer. Fanboy cupped your cheek then pressed his lips against yours, filling in all the passion he’d left you without while he was away.

The last kiss he gave you before he’d left was quick. A domestic kind of peck married couples gave one another as they ran out the door for work. In a way, Mickey had convinced himself on the plane to Virginia Beach, that is exactly who the two of you were. You’d been together so long that being moved around from base to base wasn’t the heartbreaking news that it had once been but rather a fact of life the two of you had to live with. Still, it didn’t excuse the way Fanboy had let his own being late impact the last memory of him you were left with before he’d walked out the door. It was something he fully planned to make up for today.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip greedily. Mickey could, and had, memorized every corner of your mouth and it would never be enough to truly satiate him. The moment your lips parted for him Fanboy jumped on the opportunity to run his tongue along the side of yours. He moved with a confidence you had only ever been able to bring out of him.

You hum in satisfaction, fingers going to hook in the belt loops of his uniform. Sure of yourself. A goddess in control of his futile sense of humanity. Freedom and a prison all in one. There could be worse fates than being locked onto your lips for all eternity. Some Fanboy didn’t care enough to explore. Not when he had your body pressed against him and his lips bruised by the shape of yours.

“Mi cielo.” Mickey murmurs against your lips when he goes to take a breath. A kiss pressed to each of the corners of your mouth. “You have no clue what you do to me.” And then, as though you knew full well what you did to him, you slid your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to your lips once again.

You’re the one to pull away after a few more blissful moments of kissing. Mickey expected you to be. Yet he still had to take a moment, pressing his forehead to yours, hand cupped around your cheek, with his eyes closed. If he had the choice, the two of you would be in the bedroom right now but you had been in the middle of cooking, and he was hard pressed to pull you away from a task once you’d begun. “I love you.”

Mickey doesn’t need to open his eyes to know there was a goofy grin on your face. “I love you more, darling.” The words brought a heat up the back of his neck, settling on his ears. Years into this relationship and you still could fluster him. Mickey opened his eyes, pressed one more swift kiss to your lips, then leaned back to look at you.

For a moment it felt like the two of you were plunged back into the moment of your first kiss. Two kids in love staring at one another with smiles of disbelief. Fanboy knew a part of him would always be stuck in that feeling whenever the two of you kissed. There was no conceivable explanation for how he got so lucky to be able to kiss you whenever he pleased. To be able to call you his everything.

“Mi vida, when I came in… is that really how you’d react in the case of an intruder?” He asked quietly in a poor attempt to cover a soft laugh. “Scream your head off first, figure out a way to fight later?”

You roll your eyes at him and, even in your moments of playful aggravation, Mickey can’t help the way his pulse quickens. He uses his thumb to trace hearts on your waist. A way

“I’m a pilot, mi sol. There’s a reason I do all my fighting in the air.”

“I can teach you to fight.” When you laugh, he pulls you tight to him. “I’m serious. It’s easy, mi vida, a lot like dancing.”

“I’m a horrid dancer,” you tell him. Mickey shakes his head. You have the tendency to be overtly hard on yourself, but he’d seen you when he had walked through that door. Stunning, if a little out of practice. He knew that if he were to tell you that you’d only dismiss the idea entirely claiming that he thought everything you did was stunning and, while you wouldn’t exactly be wrong, he didn’t want you to shy away from his next offer, “Dance with me?”

“Right now? I’ve got dinner on the stove.”

In a swift series of steps, Mickey had you clinging onto him so that he could position the pair of you right in front of the stove. He turned off the stove with a self-satisfied smile. For every excuse you’d planned to make, Mickey had already compiled a thousand reasons why not to worry. It’s how the two of you had always been. Fanboy had lived up to his callsign in more ways than one. He followed you everywhere fixing one problem or the next, easing your fears without you having to so much as ask. A love language, people would call it, but Mickey must have been the only person on earth who could speak it.

“You’re insufferable.” Your words make him grin. The radio starts up with a new song. “Tú” by Los Elegantes de Jerez, one of his favorites to request at the Hard Deck when Penny had live bands instead of just letting the jukebox play the same music over and over each night. He’d yet to convince you to come out and dance with him, but Phoenix was always willing. Otherwise he was more than content to dance on his own, throwing out flirtatious remarks to try and persuade you to join him.

He steps back just enough to take you all in. You let out a confused laugh. “What?”

“¿Quieres bailar conmigo?”

“Mickey…”

“¿Quieres bailar conmigo, mi cielo?” He asks again with a bit more seriousness behind it and, when you don’t jump on the opportunity he adds, “Cocodrilo que duerme es cartera.”

“Fine, Mick. I’ll dance with-” You’re cut off with a squeak as Fanboy pulls you close. One arm wrapped tight around your waist, hand resting at the small of your back, and placed his left knee so that it rested against the inside of your right knee. It isn’t nearly as close as Mickey would like to be. He longed to crack open his chest and allow you to crawl inside to take residence in his heart so that the two of you physically portrayed Fanboy’s constant state of existence.

He brought his other arm up with your hand in his and waited patiently as you wrapped your arm around his neck. “Rest your weight into your hips.” He drags his gaze over your face, watching you calculate the right way to stand. Your analytical nature made him fall in love with you. The way your tongue would drag along your lips in deep concentration. It made it hard for him to remember what the hell he was saying in the first place. “The norteño means we have to keep our torsos connected.”

You settled your weight, pressing against him, and Mickey’s breath left him in a nervous exhale. “Not so confident anymore are we, Fanboy?” You laugh, and he ducked down slightly to press a kiss to the hollow beneath your ear.

“You make me crazy,” he said and started moving without giving you a warning. If he had told you to concentrate on the tempo you were bound to overthink and start lifting your feet instead of shuffling in wide arcs wherever Mickey led you. Once he was sure you weren’t going to stop him to start counting the beats he added, “we’re going to to step and swing our hips on each beat.”

Growing up his mother used to tell him how important it was to know how to dance. That it was the easiest way to find your other half that way. A perfect complement. Each move followed his lead. Right and then left. Two halves of a whole collapsed in an embrace Mickey never wanted to free himself from.

“Tú, solamente tú,” he sang into your ear with the fondness of someone discovering affection for the first time. A soulmate connected by the chorus of a song. “No necesito de nadie. Ni puedo dejar de mirarte.” You pressed against him, biting down roughly on your lip, and he could see the tender concentration as you counted in your head. “Hey,” he said, “eyes on me.”

Only, when you lifted your gaze to him, Mickey captured your lips in a tender kiss not once breaking step. These movements were second nature. Natural as ducking and dodging during a dogfight. He knew exactly where to let his smooth movements whirl him next. If he weren’t feeling so selfish, he might have included a spin just to hear your laughter. A sound as weightless as the way you moved against him. Mickey did not miss the way you playfully ground against him with each sway of your hips. The innocent confusion on your face while you watched his breath hitch. His hand stayed pressed to the small of your back. Drew you closer on each beat. Your hand on the base of his neck twirled the hair that needed to be cut before he went back. The gesture made him weak in the knees.

The song had finished minutes ago, but the two of you were still moving. He had been caught in the trance of your everything. Your smile, pulled back with mischievous joy; your eyes, how they lingered on his lips as he sang along; and your hands, how they clung to him even though he had no plans on letting you stray away from him during your dance.

He wanted to twirl the two of you out of this apartment. Take you to the Hard Deck. He wanted to call everyone on the Dagger Crew to the bar. Hell, he’d call anyone in off the streets to watch the two of you dance. Show everyone that you were his. Only he could draw this dreamy smile out of you. Only he could pull you out of your own head. Only he could love you like this.

You leaned forward to kiss him. “Thanks, darling. Can I finish dinner?” He relented. You, with great difficulty, managed to take a step back. Only to come back and kiss him with a ferocity that parted his lips almost immediately.

A different kind of dance began. Your tongue in his mouth, searching desperately for the words he had sung earlier. All you could pull out of him were gentle groans of pleasure. Mickey’s hands gripped at your waist. You were entirely in control. Each step forward led him backwards until he was pressed up against the counter.

Abandoning your hips, Fanboy moved his hands up to your hair. He had always learned in moments like this to let you believe that you could bring him to his knees. That thought might hold more truth to it that he cared to admit. But he could always slide his hands down to cup your face. Your weakness. He would tilt your head slightly, allowing him more room to slip his tongue into your mouth, and expose your neck enough for him to trail kisses downwards. So that when he did get onto his knees for you it was entirely of his own violation.

You noticed the change. You noticed everything when you cared to. “Mickey.” Your voice was muffled by his tongue tracing the shape of your bottom lip. “Mickey.” Once more he captured his own name and you had to pull away to say, “I have to make dinner.”

He sighed. “Do you?”

“Yes, I’m hungry.”

With one final peck he watched as you made your way back over to the stove. “I’ll have to make something more. I wasn’t expecting you today.”

There was no hint of annoyance in your voice. Fanboy could see you bite back a smile. He longed to turn you around to kiss you, but instead let you turn on the gas and stir the soup you’d been making humming José José.

“You do realize ‘El Triste’ is a breakup song, mi amor?” Mickey said, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you flush against him as you stirred the soup on the stove.

“When you’re gone I like to pretend I’m heartbroken.”

“And when I’m home?” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck. “What do you like to pretend when I’m holding you like this?”

He could feel the sigh work its way out of your chest. You flicked off the gas once more. “I like to pretend that we’ll get a chance to eat dinner, but…”

Mickey laughed. “But?”

“But,” you said, “I think we’re ordering in tonight.”

“Are we now?” You spin around to wrap your arms around his neck, grinding up against him, and pulling away with a smug smile. “Oh, mi ciela, vamos a bailar.”

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oph3liatlou · 5 months

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soft 🍄 angst 🌿 smut 🍀

nothing here yet.

#writing #reqs open #request #oneshot #headcanon #smut #shameless #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #carl gallagher #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #kevin ball #veronica fisher

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thewulf · 29 days

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heyooo, i really love all of your writings, and you are very talented 🥺🫶

may i request for top gun maverick with husband!mickey 'fanboy' garcia x civillian maverick's daughter!reader please? when you heard that mav called mickey to join a mission, you kind of mad to your dad cause it is dangerous for mickey (worried). however, mickey always ensuring you that he will be okay cause he has your dad and the daggers. sooner, you got message that mav and mickey were the main in this mission, you got so worried because you did not know the survivors. when they got home, you felt relieve that both of them were save (kinda you hug mickey first, checking he had scratch/bruise and mav's like "okay, you forget about the old man").

thank you so much! cheers 💁‍♀️

AHHH YES YOU CAN. I haven't written for Mickey and this is just ahhh so cute. I feel like reader has to be a jet mechanic or something. She's always around the team but doesn't actually fly. You got it!

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foreverrandomwritings · 10 months

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Hi can I request ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜ with fanboy from the soft and sweet sentence starters? Thanks 😊

Changes

Summary: Going through changes while your husband is away causes you to become insecure. What will he say when he gets back home?

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x afab!Reader

Warnings: Body insecurity, weight gain, doctors office, depression if you squint and fluff.

Word count: 1381

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

It has been months since you’ve seen your husband in person. He had been deployed somewhere out in the middle of the ocean for around six months. For a mission you had zero clue about. He had only been allowed to tell you minimal details per usual. You had of course been worried like you always were when he was away.

You hadn’t realized this time was different from the others. You had grown depressed and had begun eating your feelings. You still hung out with Payback's wife and kids regularly. Your parents had made a trip out to you once and you had taken a trip out to his parents as well. You went out on hikes and picked up ceramics classes during his time away.

You hadn’t noticed that you had started gaining more weight until you had a routine physical. When you stepped on the scale the number was higher than it normally was. Your doctor had reassured you that you were still perfectly healthy. She had told you that you physically had nothing to worry about with the added weight. Even with her professional reassurance however you became a little insecure.

You confided in Payback’s wife about your worries. She had dropped her jaw as the words left your mouth. She also may have smacked you a little harshly on your arm. Then proceeded to tell you that you were drop dead gorgeous and had nothing to worry about. She also made sure to tell you that if Fanboy had any problem with the added cushion that she’d find him and knock some sense into him. Which worried you slightly because she was a very fierce woman.

You continued to worry, especially about how other people would view you. Not fitting into society's standards had always been something you struggled with but now it actually got to you. You would wear baggier clothes if you went out. Maybe not having your husband here to reassure you was a factor in your struggle.

But you didn’t want to bother him with such trivial things while he was away. So you would make excuses why you couldn’t video call Mickey. You had slowly stopped sending him pictures of yourself. Which was something you had done since his first deployment. Some of the pictures would just be you being silly. Some of the pictures would be of you and your bearded dragon. Some of them would be of you in different positions in some of his favorite lingerie pieces.

Now the pictures you sent were of what you had for breakfast or of the views you’d see on hikes that you went on. There were the ones of just your bearded dragon Tesoro or Treasure when translated. Some were of what you had made in your weekly ceramics class. You had sent some of you snuggled up on the couch covered in a large blanket and face mask. You had avoided sending him anything that really showed you at all.

Fanboy had of course noticed the change in photos from you. He asked you what was wrong but you told him that everything was perfectly fine. He was secure enough in your relationship to know you wouldn’t cheat on him. So that thought was already out of the question. He also knew you well enough to know you would come to him when you were ready.

He was just excited to get back home to you. As the days grew closer he became more and more ecstatic. He had been talking anyone’s ear off that got anywhere near him about how excited he was to be back on land, back with you. Payback was the only one that didn’t get annoyed as he was just as excited to go back home to his family.

You however were very nervous to have your husband back home. Even though you still felt healthy and you didn’t think you looked terrible. It still worried you that the man you had been with for so long would see the change in your body and be turned off by it. The thought was silly though, you knew deep down that he would love you no matter what. He had always been a supportive husband and a radical feminist. He worshiped the ground you walked on since the very first time you met each other.

When the day finally arrived you woke up extra early to get ready. The start was slow as you studied yourself in the mirror. Looking over all the new stretch marks and cellulite. The way your hips dipped a bit more than before. Your cheeks had plumped up a little more. You looked at yourself and saw someone so beautiful and radiant that you had tears come to your eyes.

But then the hesitation of what your husband would think came back to your mind. You have been together for many years now. The both of you had changed immensely since you first started dating. He had never stopped loving you and worshiping you and you never wavered in your love for him. Neither of you ever minded when the other changed.

For some reason this time the change got to you. Maybe it was the fact that he had been around women and men that were fit as fiddles for the last several months. Maybe it was because this was the longest he had been away from you and you feared that the change would be too sudden. But you shook your head clearing those nasty thoughts out of your mind and got yourself ready.

You put on a new pair of jeans you had needed to get due to the weight change. Then pulled on a graphic shirt that Fanboy had gotten for you when you first started dating. It was luckily pretty loose on you already so now it just had a bit of a tighter fit. You styled your hair quickly before slipping on a worn pair of vans. Then you were out the door and on your way to the unloading dock.

Paybacks wife and kids were already there when you pulled in. So you stood with them. She had complimented your outfit which made you feel a bit better. You made idle conversation with her and the kids. The group of you were all extremely eager as you waited. The ship pulled up to the dock and you were squeezing her hand tightly.

“Do you see them yet, Tina?” Their youngest and only daughter sat upon their oldest son's shoulders and was acting as the look out.

“No Auntie I don’t see daddy or uncle Mick anywhere.” She pouted, shaking her head furiously.

“That’s alright dear, they’ll find us. They always do.” Denise reassured her daughter. Moments passed as you scanned your eyes over the Navy men and women exiting the ship. You finally saw Paybacks head over the sea of people. You knew that your husband couldn’t be far from him.

You were right because as soon as Payback broke through your husband followed him. His eyes scanned over your form and you fought against hiding from him. He smiled at the shirt you were wearing. Then his beautiful brown eyes connected to yours and it was like he had found a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. He hurriedly stepped towards you grasping your face in his hands.

He pulled you into a kiss that you both desperately needed. Lips melding together perfectly, two mouths made to collide like the waves and the shore. You held his hips in your hands as he pulled away. He looked you over again and you worried your lip between your teeth, nervous about what he was going to say.

“Wow, I really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look.” You let out a loud laugh at his words, throwing your arms around him and bringing him into a hug. He nuzzled his head into your neck. Taking in the smell of your perfume.

“You are absolutely gorgeous carina. The absolute love of my life.” Tears sprang to your eyes as your silly little worries went away. You would thank fate everyday that you got to call him your husband.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request darling anon! So sorry it took forever and I hope you love it! I as always very much enjoy writing for my husband.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @princess76179 @eternallyvenus @loving-and-dreaming

#m's hundred celly #mickey fanboy garcia imagine #mickey fanboy garcia oneshot #fanboy imagine #fanboy oneshot #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #fanboy x reader #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick oneshot #mickey fanboy garcia #fluff #I love my husband so much

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