#(so much fun)

[spunkydash]

this isnt the style i usually do O_o

[archerinventive]

That sweet, sweet moment when you wake up at the festival and head out to find a good cup of joe, only to stumble upon a top-tier sword class.

A huge thank you to David and Pieter from Indes Ferox Gladio for the Rapier and Long sword lessons on Saturday morning.

I don't think I could have asked for a better way to start off the festivities at Sha'bang.

You can tell it's early cause this girl is most definitely holding a one-handed sword like it's a two. 😅 oops a doodles.

The muscle memory is too strong.😬

Arm & Leg Sleeves by : Neo4ic

Skirt & Top by: Dolls Kill.

[gillionmeowstrider]

HELLO I'M NOT DEAD

for my giftee @quadrilateral-triangle for the pride @jrwi-art-exchange !!

ENJOY !!!!!!!!

[therealslimshady]

Me watching the first third of glass onion: man idk, it just doesn't have the same vibe as knives out. I mean we're spending *way* too long on the build up, Benoit Blanc isn't even acting like himself, and it feels like the story's almost over even though we're nowhere close to halfway. Kind of disappointing man :(

Me watching the last two third of glass onion: oh! Ohhhh! OH!! OHHHHH!!! OHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHH-

[the-littlest-goblin]

[spunkspace]

serks with my beautiful wife the polyline tool

[butterflyscribbles]

@teenagenutant made some really really amazing SU style fusion designs for the turtle bros and I had an absolute blast doodling them last night for fun!

Titian (Raph & Donnie), Galileo (Donnie and Leo), Newton (Donnie and Mikey) and Caravaggio (Raph and Leo) respectively!✨

[rustleddoodles]

Went to the theaters to see Godzilla Minus One and I brought the Holy Grail with me for this special occasion!

[sturnioz]

cowboy!matt who puts his hat on top of your head when you ride him :/

[andoutofharm]

howdy 👋

[briseise]

i had the pleasure of working with @dioslab for their renthubs fic as part of the @hermitshippingbigbang! it's a retelling of eros and pysche with fae and magic, and i've read it at least six times, go check it out here!

[abnormalvampire64]

actually obsessed with impulse, skizz, scar, and grian as a streaming group

[addisonstars]

"one step closer"

written for day 7 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "headache" totaling 317 words

“Hey James?” Sirius walked into their dorm bedroom after visiting with Regulus. The two brothers tried to get with each other and do something, whether it be sit next to each in silence and do their own individual things, or go outside and play quidditch. 

James set down his quill, “yeah mate?" He asks.

“So, Regulus asked me a funny question.” Sirius came and sat down next to James and looked at him inquisitively. “He asked me why you weren't in class today? Which, I admit, seems like a pretty normal thing to ask. But” He adds emphasis on the ‘but’ and leans forward in his chair. “He rarely asks me about my friends, and when he does, he makes insolent jokes, he doesn't check up on you? So.” He leans back, clasps his hands, and places them on his lap as if expecting an answer. 

The reason why James was not in class today was because he had a headache and he simply did not feel like going. Besides, what was one day of missed class? James knew he would be missing out on seeing Regulus that period, but his pounding headache was all he could think about. 

“I’m not quite sure what you want me to say, Pads?” 

Sirius shrugs, “I’m not either, but I just found it a little odd he cared; but my brother is a mysterious person, so I shouldn't have expected anything else.” He laughs and grabs his own school books out of his bag and begins to work on some assignments due. 

James, on the other hand, was not sure he could go back to working on his assignments. His thoughts of Regulus caring about him, Regulus asking Sirius about him, had James lost in thought. This little development meant so many doors opened for James, and damn him if he wasn't going to use at least one of them. 

classes start up again tomorrow rip sleep

-a.s.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

The Babysitter (1)

Meeting The Maximoffs

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

The Babysitter Master list | General Master List

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

Meeting The Maximoffs

The sound of the bell rang around the room, Professor Stark in front of the first row, reminding everyone in the class to have completed the assignment by Monday before returning to his desk, fingers moving to type away at his keyboard, presumably writing an email about the assignment as people were flooding out of the door, his words falling on deaf ears. You made a mental note to complete the task before grabbing your backpack from the ground, quickly placing all your books and notes away before hurriedly leaving the room and the college campus.

The sound of directions filled your earphones as you looked down at your phone, the screen displaying a map with a blue line to lead you towards your destination of the house you were going to be babysitting at. Your gaze flickered between the screen and your surroundings as you stepped off the bus after thanking the driver, your mouth parting when you turned the corner your phone told you to. The street of houses here had you looking at them in awe, the area clearly wealthy judging by the houses that you felt should be referred to more as mansions.

Your feet carried you to the intended house, your hands nervously putting your phone away and fixing your outfit a little before ringing the bell of the large house. While waiting for someone to answer, your fingers fidgeted with one another as you were unsure of what to do.

Soon, the door swung open to reveal a tall blonde man with striking blue eyes dressed in professional attire, a soft smile that was definitely not genuine covering his face as he offered his hand out to you.

"You must be Y/n," you took his hand, shaking it briefly and trying not to grimace at his firm grip while nodding at his words.

"Yes, that's me sir," you say, noticing how he appreciated the formality, "You must be Mr Jarvis?" He nodded his head and moved to let you into the house, you follow behind him while your eyes scanned the hallway.

A smile took over your face at the sight of a photo of two young boys, both grinning ear to ear in the photo as they were dressed up in Halloween costumes, one in a sky-blue jumper with silver lightning bolts running across it, the other in a navy jumper and red cape flowing behind him. Your eyes flickered over to another photo this time of the two boys and a woman but before you could look any more at it you heard your name being called from another room.

"So," Mr Jarvis started, "I'm not sure how much you have discussed with my wife over the phone, so I'm going to cut to the chase and make sure we're both happy with everything." You sat opposite the man, listening attentively to what he was saying, a little shocked by his forwardness though. "You are to look after the twins, make sure they do any schoolwork, keep them entertained and feed them," the way he was speaking made you think it was something rehearsed, something he didn't actually care about but had to make sure was done, "Be in bed by nine if neither of us are home and that's pretty much it. It will most likely be Monday to Friday as my wife and I both work, and you will need to be on time as my work only lets me out to pick the boys up from school to bring them home. We'll pay you in cash afterwards."

"What time will I need to be here for you to go back to work?" you ask, praying that it fits with your class schedule.

"By four at the latest," he looks down at his watch, noting the time and standing to grab his suit jacket that was draped over the sofa. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work," your eyes widen at his words and follow after him.

"Wait, I'm starting now?" you practically blurt out, your nerves doubling every second he continues to get ready to leave the house.

"Yes," he answers shortly before walking to the bottom of the stairs and calling the twins down, "Tommy, Billy, come down here." The sounds of feet running down the stairs fill your ears as you see the two boys from the photo come into sight. "This is Y/n, your new babysitter so listen to her and behave," he ruffles both of their hair, one of them seeming to not like the action, before turning back to you. "Any issues, call or message Wanda," with that said he makes his way out of the house, the sound of the door shutting echoing inside your head.

At least you were good with kids... right?

With a nervous expression, you look at the boys who have smiles on their faces, pure excitement emitting from one of them, the other clearly more timid than his brother. You crouch down and give him a comforting smile, tilting your head to the side as you smile at the other.

"I'm Y/n," you offer the more confident brother your hand, his smaller one taking a hold of yours and shaking it a little too enthusiastically making you laugh.

"I'm Tommy," he says, teeth showing as he seems to like the idea of having a new babysitter. "This is my brother Billy," you give a soft smile to Billy who gives a small one back.

"Well, how about we have some fun now we've got the house to ourselves," your tone is playful, both of their eyes lighting up at your words.

"Can we be ninjas?" Tommy rushes out, your eyes widening once again. His brother laughs at your shocked and equally confused reaction.

"I..uh.. Sure, we can be ninjas if we want to," you chuckle out, "But after we play, we have to do our schoolwork." They both groan a little, but you raise your eyebrows at them, making them giggle at the fake serious look you were giving them.

An hour ago, if someone told you that you were about to play ninjas with two nine-year-olds you would have simply laughed in their face, now look at you. "Do you want to be a ninja too Billy? Or do you want to be someone else?" His face lights up at your question, your heart melting a little at his shyer nature.

"I can be something else?" He looks to his brother who is already doing karate moves in the air, your gaze following his and mouth tugging up into a smile. You nod at him and wait for him to think of something he wants to be. "Can I be an astronaut?"

"Of course you can," your tone is cheery, and you stand upright, mirroring the position Tommy was in. "So, we have a ninja and an astronaut, what's the first plan of action for tonight?"

"We have to sneak into the living room and defeat the bad guys!" Tommy exclaims, taking his role seriously and crouching down, slowly creeping towards the room. You copy him, watching as Billy also mirrors the action, and gradually make your way into the living room. You have to hold back your laughter when Tommy and Billy both check the corners of the other doors in the house before they leap into the living room. Billy doesn't fight as many bad guys as Tommy, the latter slicing his palm through the air and punching imaginary figures. "We did it!" he cheers, face beaming up at you as he goes to high five you.

"We did," Tommy looks proud of himself while you turn to his brother, "Now, I think it's time for a mini trip to space for our little astronaut over here."

Moving to the middle of the room, the boys either side of you, you bring your hand up to your mouth in the shape of a radio. "Pshhht, this is your captain speaking," chuckles fill the room with the voice you put on as well as the awful static noises you try to make. "Are we Psshhhht," another set of laughter, "Are we ready for take-off?"

"This is astronaut Billy saying he's ready," he says, eyes full of joy while he looks up at you. Tommy also says he's ready and you put your captain's voice again.

"Taking off in 10...9...8...7," the twins joining in with the countdown.

"6...5...4...3...2...1!" At the end of the countdown, you lift Billy off the ground, swaying your body around with him earning a squeal of surprise and excitement. You place him down after a little more flying through space, his brother pretending to steer the spaceship.

"And that concludes our space mission," they both pout a little, trying to make you guilty for ending the fun so soon.

"But we never flew back to earth," Tommy counters, you just shaking your head at them.

"If we all do our schoolwork then maybe we can fly to another planet then back to earth," you reason, the twins practically sprinting to go and get their homework. You sit with them at the table, pulling out your own work to do while they start theirs.

You want to say many, many things about the work Mr Stark gave you to do but refrain from saying them due to two little people sitting near you. Your pen scribbles word after word for your assignment, your gaze occasionally flickering over to the others to make sure they are doing their work and understand it.

"Y/n?" you hear Tommy say, "Can you help me with my maths question?"

"Of course I can," you move your chair so it's next to his, your eyes searching the paper for the question. You notice he's doing fractions and wish your work was like these fraction questions instead of an entire essay on science theories. After a few minutes of explaining, a flash of realisation and understanding washes over his face while he tries another question on his own.

The sound of the door opening catches your attention, your eyes checking your watch to see that it's just gone half five. You wait at the table with the boys who haven't seemed to notice someone's home until she walks in.

Your mouth parts slightly at the sight of the woman, no, the goddess that just walked into the room. A smile that could brighten any room, mesmerising green eyes that practically enchant you and auburn locks cascading down her back with a few framing her face adorns her perfect figure, your mind lost for words at the beauty of this woman. The boys rush over to her, hugging her and letting her lean down to press a small kiss to their foreheads before turning all of her attention to you. The expectant look on her face suggests she asked you a question, making you flush at the intensity of her gaze.

"Uh... pardon?" you say, embarrassed from being too captivated by her to listen. She simply smiles at you, nose scrunching at your nervous state.

"I said 'You must be Y/n, the new babysitter," there's a slight teasing in her tone as she repeats, "It's lovely to finally meet you face to face."

"You too, Mrs Jarvis," you awkwardly say, Tommy and Billy going off to watch Tv as they claim to have finished their work.

"I actually go by Miss Maximoff," she corrects politely, "And no need for formalities, call me Wanda, dear." The way her words have a slight accent to them has your face flushing even more, especially at the term of endearment. "I hope they behaved for you," she says, her head looking over her shoulder at her boys sitting on the sofa, engrossed with the cartoon currently playing.

"They were perfect for me Miss Ma-" Her eyes look over at you, eyebrow raised, "Uh Wanda." Your flustered state must have amused her as she let out an angelic laugh, your mind desperately wishing to hear that sound again. Your gaze travelled to the twins, your mind replaying the surprisingly fun afternoon you had. Stuck in the memory, you don't notice the way Wanda looks at you, an undecipherable glint in her eyes before her words break you out of your thoughts.

"Well thank you for taking such good care of them and somehow managing to get them to do their work," she jokes out, before reaching into her purse to find some cash to pay you. She offers you £50 and your eyes widen at how much she's giving you.

"That's way too much Wanda," you say in disbelief, you would have been happy with £10 never mind fifty. "I only looked after them for two hours," she shakes her head at you dismissively and takes a hold of your hands, placing the money there. You're too busy trying not to panic at the feeling of her hands on yours to stop her from pulling away.

"I can already tell they love you, so please take it," her eyes hopeful that you won't try and refuse once again. "Consider it a starting bonus," she argues, and you open your mouth in protest but close it almost immediately after as you can't think of anything to say to make her change her mind.

"Thank you," you say, looking up with an extremely grateful expression, "This really means a lot to me." You see the questioning look in her eyes and avert your gaze to your watch to see the time. "Um, I'll be going now if that's ok?" you move to the table to pack your books away, trying your hardest to ignore the feeling of her eyes on you.

"Yes, that's fine dear," when you turn you see a soft expression on her face and silently thank her for not pressing any further. "Billy, Tommy, say goodbye to Y/n," she calls, and the boys come rushing towards you with wide eyes.

"But we still have to go to another planet," Billy says, Tommy nodding his head along to what his brother says.

"And we need to get back to earth," Tommy adds, your heart clenching at the worried expressions on their faces. You look over to Wanda who just has a confused but entertained expression on her face. You move closer to them, Wanda even more intrigued by what was happening.

"Pshhht this is your captain speaking," they giggle at the static noise again, Wanda letting out a chuckle at your fake voice, your cheeks flushing as you look back at her. "Mission to Mars will happen on Monday, Pshhhht and mission back to Earth will happen afterwards," the worry washes from both of them at the promise of continuing the game before they rush over to hug your legs.

"Goodbye Y/n," they both say, then walking back to the sofa as you pull your backpack on and walk towards the door with Wanda close behind.

"Thank you once again for taking such good care of them," her voice is gentle as she holds the door open for you.

"It was honestly no problem, Wanda," you step out of the house, turning back to her before leaving properly, "They're amazing kids, you should be really proud of them." A small tint of pink covers her cheeks at your words

"Get home safely Y/n," her fingers brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I'll see you Monday."

You watch as she shuts the door, a smile on her face, and start to walk down the drive, whispering a small 'See you on Monday' to yourself as your mind fills with thoughts of a certain woman.

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The journey begins...

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[charmac]

Exactly a year ago, to the minute, the MacDennis inflatable futon scene hit out screens and shook the world

[mrsaltieri-real]

OKAY! Hear me out. Mickey goes out to a party, you had a different thing with friends. You come home earlier. You go to bed. Mickey comes home, horny, missing you, somnophilia ensues, a little frantic, a little needy, he just *has* to have you. Like you are barely wet enough when he is sliding, maybe some apologizing for not being able to hold back, hell maybe he cums a bit quick but you KNOW, he hits you back after. Thoughts?

Sweet Dreams (Mickey Altieri X Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 🔞, langauge, smut, p in v, teasing, degradation, praise, spitting, somnophilia, (pre-established consent) drunk!Mickey, dub-con, (kinda I guess) implied denial, implied forced orgasms, kind of cock warming, Mickey whimpers (yes that’s a warning) basically pure smut.

Oh, you bitch you’re KILLING me. This was so much fun to write and not going to lie, somnophilia is a big ol’ kink of mine. Also it just fits Mickey so well what choice did I have to write this? Thank you for the request! I kinda went off to be honest. Couldn’t help myself.

For those who don’t know: Somnophilia: a sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person

Exhausted, you unlocked your door and stepped inside your dorm, your social battery completely and utterly drained. You couldn’t help but be pleased you decided not to go to the sorority party with Mickey because even just having a quiet drink at your friend's apartment on top of spending the whole day studying had completely burnt you out.

As much as you loved him, you couldn’t help but feel a little put out at how energetic he was, always seeming to have the eagerness and energy to jump from one activity to the other regardless of what it was. He was just as, if not under more pressure than you were in regards to his current predicament yet nothing ever seemed to be able to stop him or tire him out.

Kicking your shoes off and quickly changing into one of Mickey’s shirts and discarding of your bra and clothes in your hamper, you yawned as you padded off to the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth, before sinking contently in your soft bed, eager to let sleep completely take you over.

He’d definitely had a few too many.

Mickey hummed to himself softly and tunelessly as he stumbled down the corridor to your dorm room, clumsily fumbling with your spare keys in his hands as he tried to unlock your door, failed and tried again whilst trying and failing to be as quiet as possible when he finally made his way inside.

He took his shoes off by your door, almost falling over as he bent down to pull them off and cussing softly as he tried to regain his balance before finally discarding them along with the rest of his clothes except for his briefs.

He groaned a little, stretching as he stood back up and cracked his neck, trying to be stay quiet as he walked over to your bed, smiling affectionately when he saw you lying on your stomach with one leg wrapped around the covers and your arms wrapped around the pillow your head was laid on, wearing nothing but his old black Star Wars T-Shirt and the pair of pretty baby blue soft cotton panties he loved seeing you wear so much.

Seeing you like this, looking like you were being served to him on a platter mixed in with the natural feeling of the alcohol sending him to his overwhelmingly horny state was almost too much for him to handle.

“Baby?” He whispered softly as he sat down beside you on the bed, moving so he was leaning over you, pressing his lips softly to your cheek, “You awake? I missed you.”

No response.

God, had he ever wanted you this much before?

He reached out his hand, moving some hair gently out of the way so he could lightly press his soft lips to your now exposed throat and whispered, “Baaaaby?” in a long, drawn out voice before his hand buckled under his weight and he had to stop himself from falling and crushing you with a hushed, “Ah, fuck!”

You mumbled something unintelligible before rolling onto your back, your light snores halting but still remaining fast asleep.

Mickey sighed a little, collapsing onto his back and staring at the pitch black ceiling, uncomfortably hard but being completely unable to do anything about it. He was debating just jacking off, but even hammered he knew that wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as the wet, tight feeling of your pussy. That was until he remembered a conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago.

“You know you can fuck me whenever, right?” You’d said whilst sat crossed legged on his bed whilst he worked on a paper for his film class. This made him pause, putting his pen down and turning in his chair, expression endearing and surprised.

“And what do you mean by that?”

You hesitated for a second, eyes dropping to watch your fingers play with the corner of his comforter, “You asked me a while back if there’s any kinks or things I wanted to try,” Your shoulders upturned in a slight shrug before you continued, “If there’s a time where you want to fuck me but I’m sleeping or whatever, you can. I’m just letting you know I’m giving you permission in advance.”

Mickey laughed a little, standing up from his chair and walking over to you, placing his finger under your chin and tilting your face up so you were forced to meet his eyes, “That really want you want? Me to fuck you whilst your fast asleep and none the wiser?” You nodded your head, your lips curving upward into a wide smile as you looked into his bemused eyes, saying softly, “Yes, that’s what I want.” Another laugh before he said gently, “Well, aren’t you just fucking twisted.” You scoffed at him, slapping his hand away gently. “I’m serious! You ever want to do it, you can.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows as he straightened out, dropping his finger from your chin and his face turning a little more serious as he asked, “Are you sure?”

You moved to your knees and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I wouldn’t tell you I wanted that if I didn’t want it.” You pointed out, tugging on his shirt for him to lean down. He nodded his head a little, his gorgeous smile lighting up his face as he said, “Good point,” Before giving into your tugs and moving down to kiss you eagerly.

He had no idea that you had this kind of edge to you. The one thing Mickey loved about you is that so far, you’d engaged in every kink he himself has had. Whether that be his habit of edging and denying you of release when you needed it the most, allowing him to treat you like a literal piece of meat whilst he’s fucking you, knife play, anything and everything he’s wanted. He knew you’d do anything for him. But it took him longer than he’d liked to get you to admit what you wanted him to do for you. And now you have? He wasn’t only pleased, but extremely engrossed and fascinated with the knowledge of you wanting him to do this to you, do it for you.

Not to mention that this was a little for him as well. God, he wanted to do this just as much as you did.

And who was he to deny you if you wanted it so badly?

Between both of your busy schedules you hadn’t had the time to bring this fantasy of yours to life, but what could be a better time? You were fast asleep, he was wide awake, drunk and so hard he felt as though his cock was about to burst through his briefs, the intense throbbing becoming almost painfully uncomfortable.

He moved slowly to start with, rolling onto his side and gently running his large hand up your torso till it found one of your tits, lightly and curiously palming it through the thin material of his T-Shirt just to test the waters, watching your face in the dark to wager your reaction. He couldn’t help but smile as he heard your breathing subtly hitch as he used his thumb and forefinger to gently roll your nipple, your forehead creasing just slightly before he released it and it smoothed out, a soft sigh falling from your lips as you remained fast asleep.

Your body was just so warm, so fucking soft and desirable it was like he couldn’t help himself. He had your pre established consent and god, you just looked so perfect lying before him, an absolute fucking treat and just completely irresistible.

“I’m sorry, I just… God, I need you so fucking bad, sweetheart.” He whispered as he moved onto his back, lifting his hips to quickly yank his briefs off, kicking his foot so they unravelled from around his ankle and were quickly discarded God knows where before he gently pulled himself on top of you, propping himself up with one arm and slowly sliding his hand down between the two of you to feel your heated cunt through the thin material of your panties. You weren’t as wet as he’d usually like, but drunk and frantically turned on he didn’t care, quickly pushing your panties to the side not wanting to waste any time taking them off before guiding his cock to your hole, trying to push himself inside of you.

“Fuck,” He muttered, spitting on his fingers and dragging them around and into your cunt to add some lubricant and repeating the action till you were slick and ready for him, slowly rolling his hips till he began to gradually fill you, cursing softly at how tight you were.

You moaned a little in your sleep and even unconscious, your legs willingly opened for him and your head rolled to the side, another soft snore escaping you as you continued dreaming intently. The dream pretty much consisted of everything he was already doing, Mickey touching you, pushing himself into you. In your dream however, you were responding to him, moaning loudly, nails digging into his toned back and your legs wrapped securely around his waist. Reality, for the moment of course, was much different.

Mickey’s hands clumsily pulled your shirt up so your tits were on display to him as he messily began to thrust his hips, moving one arm to curl under you knee, pulling it up, groaning a little too loudly as he felt you slowly become wetter and wetter with every frantic pump of his cock he sent your way, your pussy subconsciously clenching around him in a way he knew was going to make him fall apart in less than a few minutes, the curse of him being absolutely wasted and way too turned on by both you and the act of knowing that you wanted him to be doing this to you yet you had absolutely no idea.

You stirred quietly due to the pressure building inside of you, feeling slightly bemused. Was this still a dream? You felt yourself wanting to open your eyes to see what was going on until you heard the familiar pants and groans of your boyfriend, feeling his hot skin moving against yours and his fingers gripping your hip and under your knee so hard it was bound to leave marks in the shapes of his long fingers. The smell of alcohol and mint on Mickey’s breath suddenly fanned over your face, immediately waking you up and causing you to register what was happening.

God, you told him you wanted this weeks ago but you’d honestly never thought he’d actually do it.

Knowing he thought you were fast asleep whilst he was using your body for himself to get off was too big of a turn on. You couldn’t stop your hips from adjusting just slightly so he was hitting that sweet spot but otherwise staying completely still, ensuring your breathing remained as even and steady as it had been whilst you slept whilst trying your best to keep your eyes closed as he fucked you hard and fast, yet not anywhere near as precise and calculated as he usually was.

“Fucking whore, my fucking whore,” His words were loud and slightly slurred, his hand dropping your leg causing it bounce slightly on the mattress beneath you so he could adjust himself to bury his face into the crook of your neck, the vibrations of his soft groans spreading throughout your entire body and making goosebumps rise across your skin. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from offloading the built up moans on the tip of your tongue as he continued chanting degrading praise at you, his breath hot against your throat. You screwed up your eyes tight, fingers subtly gripping the soft material of the comforter underneath you and quietly relishing in the sharp intake of breath he sucked in as your cunt clenched around him, but he was too drunk and too busy fucking you to realise the action was very deliberate.

“Such a tight little cunt.” He mumbled against your skin before stopping suddenly, his heart thumping in his chest as he caught his breath, his breathing shaking a little. “Fuck,” He whispered quietly, lifting himself up a little so one of his hands was gripping the head board. You stayed quiet, eyes closed but your body still reacting to him, cunt leaking out your arousal around his stiff, unmoving cock, still trying to milk him as if it had a mind of its own.

You let out an almost silent whimper as he slowly pulled out, head of his dick just judging at your entrance before sharply snapping back inside of you, the action causing a loud and surprised yelp at the same time he let out a loud, unfiltered moan at the feeling, beginning to fuck you with more vigor and determination with his thrusts still messy and unsynchronized but God, still so fucking good. He either was too drunk to register or simply didn’t hear the sound you made as he continuously rolled his hips against you, his skin slapping against your swollen clit with every snap of his hips.

Even drunk, Mickey was a better fuck than anyone.

“Take it, fucking take it like a slut,” He slurred under his breath as he began bottoming out.

You couldn’t take much more.

Incapable of being able to pretend to be asleep anymore, your legs wrapped around his waist and you moved your hips against his, hand reaching up to knot your fingers in his hair and pulling his face down so you could crash your lips against his, taking him by surprise as the series of built up whimpers and moans fell out of you and into his mouth, unable to even attempt to stay silent anymore. His hand dropped from the headboard but he managed to quickly catch himself, hands moving toward your hips to grip them tightly, pressing you firmly into the mattress.

His surprise was short lived as he responded, moving his lips messily and clumsily against yours. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue as it swirled against yours as you suddenly had an idea, something you wouldn’t even attempt to say to him whilst he was sober. Your hands released their grip on his hair and wrapped tightly around his neck, locking your hands together, pulling your mouth away from his and whispering into his ear, “Cum for me, Mickey,” Your heels digging into his lower back as you heard him let out a sound he'd never made before.

A whimper. A fucking whimper. Somehow, you’d managed to make Mickey Altieri whimper.

He whimpered as his hips stuttered again, your heels holding him inside of you as you felt him cum, ribbons spurting out of him with vigour and coating your walls. As he came, he continued to release those deliciously slurred whimpers you didn’t realise you needed to hear so badly, the sounds making your pussy continue to pulse and tense tightly around his softening cock and your back slightly arched off the bed, wanting to soak in every single moment as you softly whispered, “Fuck yes,” under your breath, moaning out his name repeatedly in his ear, smiling a little as you heard him sharply suck his own teeth at the feeling of your throbbing cunt still flexing around him.

He didn’t want it to be over yet, that was far too quick. He caught his breath a little, his hips still twitching and moving slightly, as though he was trying to push his cum even deeper inside of you as he caught his breath, leaning back so he could look down at your almost smug expression.

“M’ sorry,” He mumbled, his hair messy and sweaty, sticking to his forehead, “M’ gonna make you cum though, promise.”

You opened your mouth to object, you didn’t need him to. He’d done exactly what you wanted him to do and it had completely lived up to your expectations but he shook his head, shushing you gently.

God, he was being sweet. How fucking hammered was he?

You didn’t have much time to think as he gripped your hips, moving so he was sat back on the balls of his feet, on his knees with your ass resting on his thighs and his soft cock still inside of you as his hands slid down your torso gently before finding your swollen clit and his fingertip began to softly graze over it, causing you to jump a little at the sensation.

He smiled a lazy, deeply satisfied smile but you noticed it had somewhat of an edge to it before he used his thumb to pull back your clitoral hood, his other hand moving to gently use the pads of his fingers to rub over your strained clit with a little more force and precision, making your head fall back against the pillow and your cunt yet again clench around his soft cock, moaning his name softly.

“Feels good, hm?” He asked and you nodded your head quickly, moving your hips against his fingers, “Yes Mickey feels so fucking good, please don’t stop!” You begged him.

Then Mickey did just that. He stopped, his fingers sharply pulling away.

“Why-“ You began to question him impatiently, lifting your head before his expression instantly made you clamp your lips together. Fuck, he looked pissed.

He cocked his head at you before saying in an almost amused voice in spite of himself, “You like taking control?” You blinked, opening your mouth again to respond before his fingers glazed over your clit again, making your hips buck and your head fall back, groaning as he continued talking, “You like telling me when to cum? You fucking ruined it. Could’ve made you cum all over this dick the same time I fucking did.”

“I- I’m sorry,” You whispered pathetically. You subconsciously knew it wasn’t your fault, he was close regardless of if you’d moved, or told him to cum but the feeling of his drained cock still buried deep inside of you and his fingers, still a little messier than usual, rubbing over your painfully swollen clit made it hard for you to pay attention to him. Besides, you knew better than to try and tell him all of that.

Even though he was fucking hammered, Mickey always needed you to know that he was in control, not you. The fucking had somewhat sobered him up slightly and now he had come down from the high of his orgasm, he was back to himself and he’d thought of a fun little game he wanted to play with you. Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you. You wanting him to fuck you whilst your were asleep and then surprising him like that had turned him on even more, and now he was sobering up he didn’t want the game to be over.

“You are?” He asked teasingly, fingers abandoning your clit as he straightened up, letting spit fall from his mouth and onto your clit before messily spreading it all over the bundle of nerves, the sensation making you whimper in turn, “No, you’re not. But you will be. Because I’m going to keep rubbing your pretty little cunt till it makes me hard again. Then you’ll be fucking sorry.”

You opened your mouth to speak but instead let out a surprised yelp as his hand came down, smacking your exposed clit sharply.

“Does that sound good?” You nodded eagerly before he laughed a little, voice still just a little slurred as he spoke, “It won’t be. Because I don’t care how many times you cum, how much you beg me to stop, I don’t care if it gets too much for you. I’m not stopping till I can fuck you again. It’s your own fault, you ruined it.”

Fuck.