#hooray for daddy ian

[starry-nights-17]

Was thinking the other about how utterly delicious Ian looked in nothing but that orange towel in s11. To me it's insane how Mickey was more interested in his gun, than in his super hot beefy husband 🤔 So I wrote this little short.....(smut ahead).....

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"What are you doing?"

Mickey looked up from the bed; where he had been cleaning his gun, drawn by Ian's irritated voice. He was prepared for an argument, recognising that resigned but nagging tone, that he had long grown used to. But he was caught off guard. Mickey's mouth itched to blurt out some snappy and witty retort but instead it was salivating. His husband stood there, pale skin still wet from his shower, with only a towel covering him from the waist down.

Mickey was aware that Ian had secretly become a little self-conscious lately due to the extra pounds he was carrying. The couple had become lazy and comfortable post marriage, spending far too much time eating take-out on the couch. And the only form of exercise they engaged in was enthusiastic regular sex, not that Mickey was complaining.

"Asked you a question, Mick," Ian repeated, with a long sigh, as he ran his fingers through his damp hair.

Mickey set the gun aside and smirked, biting his lip in a way he knew Ian couldnt resist, as he shuffled forward on his knees.

"Maybe I don't feel like talking right now".

Ian's mouth opened but quickly closed again, when Mickey yanked the towel away. Catching Ian's eye he grinned, as he trailed his fingers down his sides and then across his stomach. To him it was as sexy as ever, with that added roundness, extra flesh that he could grab onto or sink his teeth into.

His hands drifted around the back, grasping Ian's cheeks and pulling a low gasp from his lips.

"Mick," Ian murmured; his green eyes never leaving his face, "You trying to distract me with sex again to avoid an argument?"

Mickey chuckled darkly, as he licked a long stripe up his stomach, towards his chest, before tugging one of his nipples into his mouth. He took it between his teeth, nipping it gently, relishing the broken moan that Ian let out.

He continued to nip at his skin; trailing back down until he found that beautiful stomach again, playfully biting at his sides and front, before alternating with licks and kisses.

"Fuck, this is so sexy," he whispered, peering up at Ian who watched him intently, his green eyes wide and dark with lust.

"Love you with a bit of meat on your bones Gallagher," he teased, as he massaged his cheeks and pulled him in closer, "Got more to hold onto".

He smirked up at him before greedily swallowing him down, Ian's throbbing cock hitting the back of his throat. Ian bucked and hissed as Mickey sucked him hard and deep, moaning around him, totally lost in his sexy as fuck husband.

Truth was, Mickey was gone on him since they were kids and had always considered him the hottest guy alive. Even when he was a skinny lost kid, even when he was manic or high or dancing for other men. It wasn't just his body that had reeled him in, Mickey knew that what they had ran much deeper than that.

But now, fuck, he had never been so attracted to him, so easily turned on, so aroused at the mere sight of him. The goofy annoying kid he fell for had grown into a strong, powerful man. He hadn't just grown up but had grown out, into those broad shoulders and firm muscular back, with those meaty thighs and juicy abs.

Mickey groaned as another favourite body part of Ian's got to work. His big hands gripped his hair, forcing him down, as he thrust carefully; in and out. His husband grunted and cursed, rapidly starting to unravel.

Mickey's nails dug into his fleshy cheeks, swallowing everything he could until Ian gasped and held himself inside.

"Oh fuck baby," he groaned as he started to pulse, "Mick...."

Mickey's eyes fluttered closed and he released a muffled moan, as Ian coated his throat in warmth. A moment later, Ian pulled out but caressed his cheeks, hazily staring down at him. Mickey grinned and nipped at his stomach teasingly, squeezing his sides, before dragging his messy mouth back up.

Ian continued to pant, his chest rising and falling harshly before he shoved Mickey backwards onto the bed. His lips crashed against his, taking his breath away as they kissed possessively and eagerly.

"Fuck, you're a menace," Ian whispered against his neck, which he lavished with attention.

Mickey grinned lazily and lay back, happy to let Ian take control and return the favour. Feeling rather smug that this man was his, his husband, his partner, his everything.

"You know, when we're done here, we're having that discussion," Ian smirked, as his skilled mouth made its way south.

"Yeah yeah...less talking, more sucking tough guy".

[renee-writer]

Jamie and Arabella Chapter 6 A Date, Maybe

"Okay, who is he?"

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb with me. The bloke you are mooning over. The guy you can't stop thinking about. Who is he?" Claire sits across from her best mate, Kate. They have been friends since uni. And now, with Claire busy running her day care and Kate in her last year of law school, they have a standing date to get together once a week for tea. Which they are having now in Claire's flat.

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Please, who are you talking to. Don't make me treat you as a hostile witness. I know that look. There is a guy. Now dish."

"Crimmy, why does my best mate have to be a barrister in training?" Kate just smiles at her from across her coffee table. Her green eyes flash with excitement and she bobs her head causing her short black hair to bob too.

"Because you need someone in your life who won't allow you to lie to yourself." Claire gives her an exasperated sigh.

"Okay. Their is a single father of the most precious little girl. She is.."

"Nope! If you get to talking about the child, you will never get back on track. Tell me about daddy."

"He is very tall. Has rhe most amazing head of red curles you will ever see. The flow down the back of his neck. Blue eyes. He is sweet, kind, a great listener, an awesome father."

"When are.you asking him out?"

"Wot? You know I can't do that Kate."

"And why not? There is no law against it. I would know."

"Cute. You know exactly why."

"Dating is to lead to marriage," she quotes imitating Claire's more univeral English accent," and no one will want to marry me if I can't get pregnant."

"Just so."

"Claire, couple of things. No, dating can just be dating. You know. Having fun. And, there are blokes out there who would be willing to built a family with you through adoption. And one more thing, I have never seen your face light up like it did while talking about this , single dad."

"Jamie," she inserts.

"Ah Jamie. Well, he is special for he makes your face light up like the sun. You deserve happiness. You are due. Consider asking him. I guarantee you will not regret it."

"Fine. I will ask."

"Hooray!"

"But if this ends badly.."

"I will be here with ice cream and alcohol."

"Okay then."

××××××

Lord, was she nervous. She watches the clock, neglecting the stacks of paperwork on her desk, as it gets closer to noon and Jamie's arrival. She still isn't sure but, willing to take this small leap. After all, Kate was right, dang her, he does do something to her.

"Hello Claire. Brought subs. Is that okay? Are you okay?" The lass is bone white and had startled at the sound of his voice.

"I...ahhh..yes, that is okay. I am. I just...sit Jamie. I am fine, really." He still stands, the sub bag in his hand, hovering over her like he fears she may faint. She feels like it, with pounding heart and sweaty hands. The self-confident, self-assured lady, that started Beauchamp Child Care, is in her somewhere under the giddy teen that wants to come out. She just needs to find her. Jamie sits but keeps his eyes on her.

"Are you sure lass. You look a bit queer."

"I am. I have something to ask you. I am a tad nervous about it."

"Ye can ask me anything." His hand reaches across her desk and covers hers. "Yer pulse is beating like a snare drum. Ye are nervous. What is it Claire?"

"Oh God! Okay." She takes a deep breath," Will you go out with me?"

"On a date."

"Yes." She looks up and meets his eyes.

"I would be honored. When?"

"When can you get a sitter?"

"Friday night. Arabella has a standing play date with her Uncle Ian."

"Perfect. Friday night it is." He still covers her hand and moves his fingers finding hers and linking them together.

"Quite perfect."

[thesinglesjukebox]

ANUEL AA, DADDY YANKEE, KAROL G, OZUNA & J BALVIN - CHINA

[5.89]

Also featuring: a daring interpolation of Sebastian the crab...

Michael Hong: Latin music's collaborative nature in its peak form, the posse cut, is good when it allows each artist to work the beat on their own terms, rather than boxing them into a style to match another artist. Thankfully, "China" is good. Each artist's verse is a flex, the palpable chemistry between them elevates the track even more, and the re-interpretation of Shaggy's "It Wasn't Me" never feels like nostalgic clickbait but a fresh adaptation worthy of the club. The vocal-less spaces, although necessary to give the track room to breathe, feel a little bit extraneous. But who cares about any of that when "China" is this damn fun? [8]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: Posse cuts in Latin trap are a dime a dozen, but "China" is one of the few this year that warrants its runtime and long feature list. The beat is colorful and propulsive, and everyone knows how to ride it well. Ozuna's softer vocalizing leads into Anuel AA's more brash AutoTune-drenched yelping, and this sequencing revs up the song's energetic spirit. Even better are Daddy Yankee's impassioned, versatile vocals leading into Karol G's clean singing, and while J Balvin sounds a bit nondescript, it doesn't matter much by the time he appears. "China" may sample Shaggy's "It Wasn't Me," but this song is fixated on the act of infidelity. More specifically, it's concerned with transmitting the seductive nature of the dance floor--if you were subjected to a song this vibrant, could you resist sharing a dance with anyone? [7]

Kylo Nocom: "Everyone is Here!" and it sure is a lot to take in! In true Smash Bros. fashion, I would like to present a tier list: Daddy Yankee is probably S-tier, Anuel AA gets two thumbs up, and everybody else receives small trophies because you all did really well! Hooray! [6]

Alfred Soto: The Flemish approach to painting applies to much Latin pop, so the number of credited names bothers me less than the Shaggy interpolation or the anonymity: five names, not one distinctive? [4]

Crystal Leww: Too many names attached to this, a Shaggy "It Wasn't Me" interpolation, and the song is inexplicably called "China" -- this shouldn't work, right? Right? [8]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: After listening on repeat while looking at the translated lyrics, watching the music video, asking several Spanish-speaking friends for direct help translating, thinking this might be about hooking up with a Chinese girl or visiting a Chinese city, I finally discovered the track is called "China" because according to Anuel, "the original rhythm had strong Chinese elements, hence the name of the song." But Beijing is so starved for reggaeton, I'll still happily dance to this if it comes on at a club in Sanlitun. [5]

Joshua Lu: It's rare for a song with this many contributors to sound this seamless, but the lack of any particular dud verses comes at the cost of any particular standouts. Tainy's production is an effective glue for the varied vocalists, so much so that I wish he got a credit in the artist list too. [5]

Ian Mathers: If you can't make them higher quality, at least make your middling posse cuts a little shorter! I can't believe I have to say this again, but Shaggy deserves better. [4]

Iain Mew: Beyond the implied Spartacus-style "it wasn't me -- or me -- or me -- or me...," I love that they have put together just enough new song that the way the jigsaw pieces of Rikrok fit into it is never predictable or obvious. Even when not everyone excels at stamping their own identity on the track, there's a fun that doesn't stop. [6]

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