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DRABBLES. \o/
bad-hearted boy trap
Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich; Shameless (US); PG-13. [184 words]
Mickey has no idea what the fuck he was doing, and he thinks he never will.
(better than it should have been jesus fucking christ)
Ian fucking Gallagher. His kid sister's boyfriend. What the fuck.
(fucking hung for a- what, fifteen-year-old? sixteen? who the fuck cares)
Ian runs his tongue along his lower lip, where it's split and bleeding a little. Mickey doesn't watch him.
(he really does have freckles all over look at his fucking shoulders)
"I should," Ian says, and jerks his head at the door, and Mickey says, "Yeah."
(there are bruises in the shape of ian's fingers on his hips and he doesn't need to see them to know it)
He tosses the gun onto the bed, tries to play it like it's an afterthought, and then Ian turns and his face says something Mickey doesn't want to deal with.
(ian gallagher's eyelashes are too fucking long for his face, and they flutter open like a girl's after he comes)
"Kiss me and I'll cut your fuckin' tongue out," Mickey says, and doesn't stick around to let the kid respond.
drown out the machinery
for sour_idealist, reposted from tumblr: Kairi/Riku/Sora; Kingdom Hearts; R. [235 words]
For the first week after they move in together, Riku sleeps on the couch.
Well. He sleeps in the ridiculous king-size water bed with Sora and Kairi. Kairi knows this, because she is there when the three of them fall into bed and get naked and have giggly sex that is just as ridiculous as the bed itself because of the bed itself (“It’s like Jello!” Sora says, before collapsing into laughter again) and finally pass out, exhausted and happy.
It’s just that while they’re asleep, Riku somehow untangles himself from the knot of limbs and moves to the couch.
Kairi knows why he does it, of course. Riku has always been a forgiving person when it comes to the people he cares about, but when it comes to himself, he’ll hold grudges for the rest of time. Riku is not one of the people Riku cares about, and it’s starting to become a serious problem.
So they tie him to the bed.
“You’re stupid,” Sora says matter-of-factly, kissing down Riku’s bare chest and grinning when Riku arches slightly.
Kairi hums in agreement. “Stay,” she whispers, her breath hot on his ear.
Riku gasps. “I can’t-” he says, and Kairi’s about to reprimand him, but then he says, “Sora, oh, fuck- Sora, your mouth,” and she smiles.
Sometime before his second and third orgasm of the night, Riku breathlessly agrees not to go anywhere.
Domestic
for teh_slush, reposted from her magical creatures meme: Spencer Smith/Brendon Urie(/Ian Crawford); bandom (16C AU); R. [357 words]
They're being domesticated, Spencer thinks.
He watches Brendon sink his fangs into the boy they've picked up tonight - all bright grins and wild tousled curls when Brendon led him off the dance floor to where Spencer was waiting. Brendon's tangling a hand in those curls now, pulling, giving himself better access as the boy shudders against him and lets out a soft groan.
But it's gentle, Spencer thinks. Controlled. There's no real urgency in Brendon's movements - hunger, yes, but not the destructive kind, not the kind of hunger Spencer used to see there. The old Brendon was hungry and greedy, like all the Dandies. The old Brendon would have taken this kid and drained him too quick, tossed him aside, moved on to the next warm body. The old Brendon never put his fangs away.
The old Brendon was - wholly and completely - William's.
The Brendon of the here and now says, "Spencer," and Spencer cocks his head to the side, listening to the little concerned hum in Brendon's tone. "You're not eating," Brendon says, and pushes the boy forward so he's leaning against Spencer, bare back to Spencer's bare chest. The marks on the the boy's neck are already starting to fade. Spencer trails his fingers aimlessly down one shoulderblade, and the boy jerks at the contact, squirms sluggishly - trying, Spencer thinks, to get away.
"Hey, hey," Brendon says, with that fondness that Spencer knows means oh, humans as he moves down the length of the boy's body, "it's okay, pretty, it'll be good, promise, we're gonna make it feel so good." There's a thread of the mesmer in Brendon's words, and the boy's head lolls back against Spencer's shoulder, and Spencer's fangs pierce flesh just as Brendon sucks the boy's cock past his lips.
Later, Spencer knows, they'll send the boy back to the club they'd picked him up from, and he won't remember a thing. Later, they'll fuck, deep and slow, their skin still hot from feeding, until they're sated and exhausted and Brendon is tracing lazy patterns on Spencer's arms with one fingertip. Later, they'll do it all again.
Domesticated, Spencer thinks, and smiles.
bad-hearted boy trap
Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich; Shameless (US); PG-13. [184 words]
Mickey has no idea what the fuck he was doing, and he thinks he never will.
(better than it should have been jesus fucking christ)
Ian fucking Gallagher. His kid sister's boyfriend. What the fuck.
(fucking hung for a- what, fifteen-year-old? sixteen? who the fuck cares)
Ian runs his tongue along his lower lip, where it's split and bleeding a little. Mickey doesn't watch him.
(he really does have freckles all over look at his fucking shoulders)
"I should," Ian says, and jerks his head at the door, and Mickey says, "Yeah."
(there are bruises in the shape of ian's fingers on his hips and he doesn't need to see them to know it)
He tosses the gun onto the bed, tries to play it like it's an afterthought, and then Ian turns and his face says something Mickey doesn't want to deal with.
(ian gallagher's eyelashes are too fucking long for his face, and they flutter open like a girl's after he comes)
"Kiss me and I'll cut your fuckin' tongue out," Mickey says, and doesn't stick around to let the kid respond.
drown out the machinery
for sour_idealist, reposted from tumblr: Kairi/Riku/Sora; Kingdom Hearts; R. [235 words]
For the first week after they move in together, Riku sleeps on the couch.
Well. He sleeps in the ridiculous king-size water bed with Sora and Kairi. Kairi knows this, because she is there when the three of them fall into bed and get naked and have giggly sex that is just as ridiculous as the bed itself because of the bed itself (“It’s like Jello!” Sora says, before collapsing into laughter again) and finally pass out, exhausted and happy.
It’s just that while they’re asleep, Riku somehow untangles himself from the knot of limbs and moves to the couch.
Kairi knows why he does it, of course. Riku has always been a forgiving person when it comes to the people he cares about, but when it comes to himself, he’ll hold grudges for the rest of time. Riku is not one of the people Riku cares about, and it’s starting to become a serious problem.
So they tie him to the bed.
“You’re stupid,” Sora says matter-of-factly, kissing down Riku’s bare chest and grinning when Riku arches slightly.
Kairi hums in agreement. “Stay,” she whispers, her breath hot on his ear.
Riku gasps. “I can’t-” he says, and Kairi’s about to reprimand him, but then he says, “Sora, oh, fuck- Sora, your mouth,” and she smiles.
Sometime before his second and third orgasm of the night, Riku breathlessly agrees not to go anywhere.
Domestic
for teh_slush, reposted from her magical creatures meme: Spencer Smith/Brendon Urie(/Ian Crawford); bandom (16C AU); R. [357 words]
They're being domesticated, Spencer thinks.
He watches Brendon sink his fangs into the boy they've picked up tonight - all bright grins and wild tousled curls when Brendon led him off the dance floor to where Spencer was waiting. Brendon's tangling a hand in those curls now, pulling, giving himself better access as the boy shudders against him and lets out a soft groan.
But it's gentle, Spencer thinks. Controlled. There's no real urgency in Brendon's movements - hunger, yes, but not the destructive kind, not the kind of hunger Spencer used to see there. The old Brendon was hungry and greedy, like all the Dandies. The old Brendon would have taken this kid and drained him too quick, tossed him aside, moved on to the next warm body. The old Brendon never put his fangs away.
The old Brendon was - wholly and completely - William's.
The Brendon of the here and now says, "Spencer," and Spencer cocks his head to the side, listening to the little concerned hum in Brendon's tone. "You're not eating," Brendon says, and pushes the boy forward so he's leaning against Spencer, bare back to Spencer's bare chest. The marks on the the boy's neck are already starting to fade. Spencer trails his fingers aimlessly down one shoulderblade, and the boy jerks at the contact, squirms sluggishly - trying, Spencer thinks, to get away.
"Hey, hey," Brendon says, with that fondness that Spencer knows means oh, humans as he moves down the length of the boy's body, "it's okay, pretty, it'll be good, promise, we're gonna make it feel so good." There's a thread of the mesmer in Brendon's words, and the boy's head lolls back against Spencer's shoulder, and Spencer's fangs pierce flesh just as Brendon sucks the boy's cock past his lips.
Later, Spencer knows, they'll send the boy back to the club they'd picked him up from, and he won't remember a thing. Later, they'll fuck, deep and slow, their skin still hot from feeding, until they're sated and exhausted and Brendon is tracing lazy patterns on Spencer's arms with one fingertip. Later, they'll do it all again.
Domesticated, Spencer thinks, and smiles.