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Can I get some dom!mickey stuff please? Anything that you'd like!

Based off the 2 minutes I’ve seen him in action, I can say that I love him and will write for him more when we know more about him

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“Bounce on it, kitten,” Mickey says lowly, arms behind his head. On full display for him, you bounce up and down on his full length. It hurts so good as it repeatedly hits your cervix, and you’re surprised at how, after some preparation, you were able to take him fully.

His hands not being all over you made you feel empty, like you had to do more for him, and you’re pretty sure that’s what he wanted.

This was a ‘punishment,’ after all.

“Look at that,” he hums. “Filthy little slut, your cunt swallowed me whole without breaking a sweat.”

“Mickey,” you gasp, hands resting on his hips to bounce harder, the burn of him being so deep making you cry out. “Please, touch me. I need to feel you, please.”

He snickers evilly at your begging, cock twitching hard. He always liked when you begged, made you come undone and under his full control but doing nothing at all. “You want to feel me?” He asks. “Okay. Tell me if you feel this,” his hands fly to your hips and he bucks up and down wildly to match your bouncing. The pain is intense, and you scream out he shows no mercy. Your nerves are on fire as you beg him to be gentle, and once he lets go of your hips, you sniffle around a sob.

“Can you feel me now, princess?” He asks, bringing his hands back up. You nod, the tears collecting at the base of your chin before falling on his lower stomach.

“Naw, don’t cry, baby,” he croons, wiping the tear track before bringing it to his lips. “It makes me almost feel bad for you.”

Okay okay, so hear me out...Axel or Mickey (since they both have the same sleazy appearance imo) with their girl who looks like she just stepped off the page of a 1950s housewife magazine. I'm talking the dresses, the shoes, the hair, everything. She even puts her hair in the old school curlers at night and knows the old dance moves. I imagine they'd tease the shit out of her about being so old-fashioned. Till she hikes up the dress to show off the pin-up lingerie underneath...

Oh I hear you.... crystal clear🥵

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Letting your curls out, you huffed angrily at the low chuckles Mickey releases.

“Problem?” You ask, fluffing the last bit.

“Just admiring the show, beautiful,” he teases. “Looking at my sweet little wife.”

“Fiancé,” you correct. “Keep the nasty commentary up and that’ll change.”

He snickers before grabbing his phone, “you couldn’t live without my nasty commentary. Brings the sexual frustration up a little.”

You turn to face him, “oh? You think I need you to bring the sexuality up in this relationship?” You ask, stalking over to the couch.

Mickey shrugs, “can’t imagine my sweet little girl doing anything like that.” He says, sickeningly sweet as he grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles.

You raise your brows in challenge, “really?” You ask. He smiles and nods, and you nod back. “Okay.”

With laxed fingers, you slowly grab the hem of your dress, rolling it up until his eyes widen at the thin strap, hooking from your stockings and up your thigh. He shifts in his seat, and he lets go of your hand slowly, reaching out to your reveal.

You click your tongue and drop your dress, making him snap back to reality. You lean in close, lips barely touching. “Lose the boner before we get to the party. Not a good look for a family get-together.”

leah, what if little!reader got drunk alone at home while daddy!mickey is out?

they’d had a mutual agreement. when it came to drinking, she wasn’t allowed to do it unsupervised. the reason for this rule was because they found that she had a hard time holding her alcohol. she was a total lightweight, and after a few drinks, she was drunk off her ass. not to mention, when she got like that, she didn’t know when to stop, and would end up drinking way too much. there were a few occasions where she’d made herself incredibly sick, and after that, she’d asked mickey to set the “no drinking without supervision” rule. but on this night in particular, she broke that rule. mickey was working late, and she came home to an empty apartment, with no one but their dog, rufus, to greet her. she’d had a long, difficult day at work, and was feeling rather down. mickey had just purchased a nice bottle of wine recently, a splurge because their anniversary was coming up, and he wanted to treat her to a nice candlelit dinner, complete with a glass of red wine.

but she kept eyeing the bottle, and finally, decided to pour herself a glass. a little bit would be fine. but one glass turned into two, and then three, and soon enough, she was completely inebriated. she’d drank so much wine that she was sure to be sick later. but in the moment, she was having a grand old time. she turned on a spotify playlist, and blared it through the apartment, dancing about to her favorite songs. the volume didn’t go over well with the neighbors, however. and when mickey got home that night, the music was the first thing he heard when he got to their floor. the closer he got, he realized that the music was coming from his own apartment. confused, he quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside. “baby?” he called out, raising his voice over the music. he rushed over to the speaker, turning it off. as he did so, he heard a soft whine. “heyyyy, i was listening to that!”

he turned around, finding his girlfriend unsteadily sauntering towards him. immediately, he realized she was drunk. she beamed at him, reaching up to grab his shirt. “mmm, welcome home daddy,” she slurred. he stared at her, wide eyed. “you’re drunk as a fucking skunk,” he muttered. “who, me?! no way!” she shot back. “i can smell it on you, kid. you smell like a winery.” he wrinkled his nose as she blew in his face. “come dance with me!” she said, tugging on his arm. “baby, no. you know our rule. you’re not supposed to drink without me here,” he gently scolded. she whined in protest. “you’re not the boss of me. i can drink the whole bottle if i want!” she skipped away, grabbing the bottle off the counter and turning it over to pour into her glass. except, all that came out was a drip. “oh, guess i drank it all,” she giggled. mickey’s eyes widened. “holy shit, you drank it all?” he hurried towards her, grabbing the bottle from her hand. “i bought this for our anniversary. it wasn’t for you to drink.”

immediately, her bottom lip began to quiver, and her eyes filled with tears. “please don’t be mad at me, daddy.” and mickey sighed. “i’m not mad at you. i’m just kinda disappointed. but baby, you drank this whole thing, you’re gonna be so sick later.” mickey set the bottle in the sink, and reached over to gently grab her arm. “c’mon, off to the bathroom. i’m sure you’ll be puking in a few minutes.” as he pulled her after him, she grumbled in slurred protest. as he sat her down next to the toilet, she looked up at him, all doe-eyed. “are you gonna punish me, daddy?” she mournfully asked, followed by a hiccup. mickey sighed. “no, baby. i’m not.” he figured the vomiting and tbe hangover that were sure to follow would be punishment enough. besides, he’d never inflict a punishment on her when she was intoxicated like this. “but once you’re sober, we’re going to have a good long talk about this, okay?“

mickey wasn’t the strictest person when it came to their dynamic. i’m fact, he was awful at doling out punishments. all she had to do was show him that sweet little pout of hers and he was back to being wrapped around her finger, punishment forgotten. but this instance was different. she’d deliberately disobeyed him, and made herself sick in the process. not to mention, she’d drank the entire bottle of wine he’d purchased specifically to celebrate another year together. “i’m really sorry,” she murmured, bowing her head. mickey knelt beside her, reaching out to turn her head towards him. “i know,” he assured her. “and i love you. a lot. now, you just sit here and rest, okay? if you start feeling sick, let me know and i’ll be right here holding your hair back for you.”

here's tonight's thought: daddy dom!mickey slipping a pacifier into your mouth and praising you for how cute you look

warning: dd/lg dynamic

mickey was beaming from ear to ear as he presented you with the new accessory. it was your favorite color, and he’d even had your initials painted on it. he’d ordered it from an etsy shop, and was so pleased with how it had turned out. when he got the notification that it was delivered, he sprinted out to the mailbox to retrieve it, and excitedly tore away the packaging once he was inside. he brought it to you, smiling from ear to ear. “here, i got you something, baby,” he said, handing you the pacifier. you examined it, and finally looked up at him, mirroring his smile. “i love it, thank you daddy.” he took it from you, and gently tapped your chin. “open, i wanna see what it looks like.” he slipped it into your mouth, and pulled back to admire you. again, he grinned, wide and boyish. “you look so cute,” he exclaimed. “fuck, you’re adorable.” he kissed your nose, and squeezed your cheeks, and you laughed. “thank you,” you said again. he rested his forehead against yours. “you’re welcome, baby. i love you.”