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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. you're much more than just the nicest boy in southside chicago

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. ian gallagher x male reader x mickey milkovich

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. fluff, foul language, violence, soft boy!reader, homophobia, established polyamorous relationship, absolute badassery lol, mentions of sex, a little apathy, small mention of blood, good but actually not trope, some mental issues

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. haven't watched shameless, only gallavich scenes and few other moments. my anger issues can't handle watching all of that. which is why none of my writing of them's gonna be accurate to the timeline of the series.

FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Ian and Mickey couldn't remember the time you were ever mean to anyone even before meeting you, had never even heard of your name being thrown around without it being extremely positive. Everyone had to say everything about you, which is understandable, considering you were definitely the odd type to be in southside Chicago — this place was full of shit with robbery being nonchalantly committed, guns shooting off in different areas, bunch of unconvicted pedophiles walking around, and teenagers high on whatever fucking heavy drugs they first could touch, while you're out there, helping whoever you think might need help and genuinely being nice to even the worst fucking thugs you would ever meet.

It's questionable, how someone could be in southside and grow up perfectly sane and not bottled up with any issues or anger.

You've always been the talk around the neighborhood, how the (L/n) kid helped some randos again, how you talked to them with the nicest personality and utmost respect, how you smile at anyone who passes by whenever you make eye contact with them, how you were calm in dealing with a situation most people would get frustrated at; just about anything positive. It wasn't difficult for both Ian and Mickey to fall for you as much as they fell for each other. You were like a single flower blooming in the middle of a garden that a person would come back to just to see your beauty; something about your softness and kind personality struck a core into both of their hearts.

They never had someone like you in their life. A calm, soothing, comforting presence, like the warm sun in the morning. An accepting, welcoming presence, like the mother earth. You've always been gentle with them — not something they're used to, considering the type of household they grew up in — always checking in, making sure they're okay even if they push you away, taking care of them.

You're one of the first person Ian came out to other than his family, because he knew you'd never judge. Mickey was rather an asshole in your first meet, nearly beating you up, but the way you didn't snark or your nice demeanor didn't change no matter what insults he threw at you made him hesitant, which never happened with Milkovich's. When they started sleeping together, you caught on it quickly before anyone else ever did and kept it a secret the entire time, knowing the personal problems they had to deal with; Ian and Mickey only found out you knew when you stopped Terry from making Mickey have sex with Svetlana by just walking in on the interaction. The near innocence in your eyes as you tilted your head slightly to the side, just staring at Terry until he grew uncomfortable and rushed off. He could never stand being near to you, especially with how holier than thou you were. It wasn't actually an accident to walk in, but they don't know that.

Despite the awkward circumstances, you were calm and paid Svetlana a good amount before getting both of them dressed and taking care of them, even though they didn't have to be taken cared of. Your gentleness with them that time really caused something to burst within their chest, the same feeling they were starting to develop towards each other. The acceptance, the comfort, the gentleness. Everything about you felt magical — you felt magical.

Even after Ian and Mickey figured out their shit together, officially came out, figured out their shit together again that both of them liked you, flirted with you and won you over, and officially came out again to their family as polyamorous couple, they had never seen you be a dick. Sure, you swore a lot sometimes when you drop something or miss something, but never towards anyone. They never saw you doing the typical southside thing, being rebellious, smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol, doing drugs or shit.

You're always nice — and it's supposed to be a good thing, but it also gets a lot concerning, especially when some dumb fucking guy punched you in the face for mistaking you as someone who slept with his girlfriend and you had the audacity to forgive him when he apologized, making Mickey nearly wanting to strangle you right then and there.

"Why the fuck did you forgive him?" Mickey snarls and shuts the fridge door close, ice pack in hand as he throws it to Ian, who immediately began pressing it to your cheek that was beginning to form a bruise.

You shrugged, "He just mistook me for someone else."

"Yeah, and fucking punched you in the face without asking first who the fuck you are." Mickey retorted, giving you a death glare. He moves around to stand beside you on the opposite side of Ian.

You were sitting on the counter facing the dining table where Fiona, Lip, Liam, Carl, Debbie, Sandy, Mandy, and Franny were, all contorting worried look since you're the nicest and you having a single bruise means when the people you helped before sees it they're gonna flip over and bury the guy ten feet under while still breathing. Everyone knew you, and you're literally the holiest within southside, so they naturally hated when someone messed with you.

Your hand shoots up to rub his arm gently, warm look in your eyes as your soft voice speaks to comfort him. "Calm down, Mick. Let it go, I'm fine." You smile softly, "It was just a little mistake. Everyone makes mistakes."

Mickey frowns, still angry yet definitely calm now that you're giving him comfort. "You're too fucking nice, it's making me sick."

You chuckled, grabbing the ice pack from Ian to press it on your cheek yourself. You pull Ian to kiss him on the cheek before doing the same to Mickey, knowing it will help tone down their anger. "At least I have my own guard dogs." You joke, earning a snicker from the group.

"Haha, very funny." Mickey sarcastically replies.

Ian sighs, "(Y/n), I think Mickey's right though. You're too nice, maybe a bit much. Even to Frank and Terry." He agreed with his other boyfriend, who puts his hands up in a gesture of i told you so.

You tilted your head, still smiling. "Frank's your father and Terry's Mickey's father. No matter horrible they are, I don't think I could treat them any differently from how I treat others." Shrugging, you ignored both of your boyfriends' groan and sipped on the orange juice resting on your side.

"What's up with you treating everyone equally and being unnaturally nice to even someone who doesn't deserve it?" Fiona asked, genuinely confused with her brows furrowed together and crease forming on her forehead. "You were even nice with Monica."

You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking for a while.

You could tell them what was really going on, but it would be too much to dump it on them all of a sudden. Being nice and having a lot of patience is a lot difficult, but you learned to, otherwise you wouldn't be able to survive. It's a survival skill that you had to adapt to; be nice and you get everything you want. A little... useful tactic that you taught yourself, though it's more than that.

Deciding against telling them, because it'll get out when it gets out, you simply gave her a tight-lipped smile and shrugged. "I like spreading dumb kindness. I think it helps people who deals with mental health issues that their relatives probably don't even know. I might've been nice to them and turned their bad day into good day. Small things like that has an impact, you know."

Mickey scowled, "That makes no sense."

You simply smiled and patted his cheek, turning to Ian who placed his hand on your waist. "I still think you should've done something, (Y/n). Press charges or something." He said, wanting to convince you.

Shaking your head with a reassuring smile, you kissed his lips and Mickey's, successfully shutting both of them up as you hopped off of the counter. "I'm going to change. Take me out on a date, will you two?" You let your hands linger on each of their arm before walking away with an angelic smile, leaving the boys staring after you in slight awe.

"Oh my god, you two are so fucking smitten with him." Sandy remarked, laughing. The others nodded in agreement, deeply amused.

Ian and Mickey rolled their eyes, "The fuck we're not." Mickey denies, though failing to convince them and himself.

"But you are," Lip shrugged. "He's got you wrapped all around his finger."

"Kinda cute if you ask me," Fiona chuckles.

"Oh, fuck off." Ian retorts, smile across his face.

Neither would admit it, but they really were. Equally smitten with one another, your relationship had always been wholesome, except for the times all three of you were friends with benefits.

Ian and Mickey slept together first obviously, only started hooking up with you after the incident with Terry. Mickey was first to do it when he went to your house to spend time with you since you're the only person he could trust aside from Ian, the casual conversation taking a turn after he had asked if you would fuck him if you were gay, which you told him you were, causing Mickey to literally demand a fuck from you.

"Hey, man?" Mickey slowly called to you who was sitting on the opposite side of the ridiculously big couch, eyes focused on the movie with a can of coke in your hand.

"Hm?" You hum, turning to look at him despite being completely indulged in the movie plot. Mickey liked that, how you're willing to give him your full attention even though you're busy and don't even have to look at him at all.

He glances down, picking with his hand, slightly nervous. But he knew you wouldn't judge, you never did. It was unlikely of him to feel this way, but Mickey couldn't help it. Nearly unbearable to talk to someone as nice and caring as you yet can't bring himself to stay away. "Would you— Would you fuck me if you were, you know, fucking gay?"

Your brows raised at the random question. Though it wasn't difficult to realize it's because of the previous gay scene in the movie you're watching where the main characters made love to each other without it being censored and shit. "Well," You started with a small smile adorning your face, "I don't know if you knew but I'm actually gay, Milkovich."

Mickey's head snapped to your side, eyes wide. "Wait, what? Why the fuck didn't you tell me? Or Ian?"

"You didn't ask," You simply shrugged. "I normally don't go around announcing to everybody what my sexuality is. Kind of weird if I did that," You joked, earning a glare from the Milkovich. "But honestly, I didn't think it was something I had to tell you or Ian. I just let people guess or notice it on their own."

"How the fuck do they even notice?" Mickey remarks, furrowing his brows. "I've literally never seen you with any guys or girls. Have you even hooked up with somebody?"

You chuckled, "Nope. Wasn't really interested."

"Damn," Mickey gave you a weird look. It was so odd to see someone in southside not doing drugs or shit, let alone sleeping around with whoever they liked. He wasn't used to it. Now, you feel like a fucking holy being or something. But then, Mickey realizes you never actually answered his question, so he repeated again. "You didn't answer my fucking question, would you fuck me?"

You're gay, so might as well shoot his shot. Can't really miss this opportunity.

You stare at him, something glinting in your eyes that definitely wasn't innocence. Your lips slowly formed a sly grin as you tilted your head. "What if I said yes? What are you gonna do?"

A smile appeared on Mickey's lips, "Then fucking get on with it, (L/n)."

Conveniently, you were a switch so Mickey didn't have to pretend he didn't like having dick in his ass. He told Ian he slept with you that came off as surprise since apparently Ian also didn't know you were gay, which led to Ian sleeping with you as well.

"You're so weird," Ian laughed when he caught you stacking some nuggets together to build a makeshift tower, having woken up from a friendly sleepover at your house.

You grinned and stacked the last piece of nugget, looking at Ian as you gestured to your work of art. "Tadaaaa!" It caused him to burst out laughing, sitting down beside you on the couch.

"What are you doing?" Ian asked between laughter.

You shrugged your shoulders, "I was bored and you weren't waking up anytime soon. Figured I kill my time." Smiling, you offered him a can of beer that was sitting on the table, having just taken out from the fridge. Ian accepted, thanking you. "How did you sleep?"

Ian smiled after taking a gulp from the beer and placed it down on the table, "Great, actually. Like the times I haven't been able to sleep isn't real." Relief was evident on his face, considering how big the bags under his eyes were. He never mentioned that you were the reason of him unable to fall asleep, always thinking of you ever since that horrible day that suddenly turned great with your presence. Hearing about you sleeping with Mickey made him decide nothing will happen if he just thinks around, thus the sleepover.

A soft look crosses your face as you begin to play with his hair, touch displaying gentleness Ian had never felt before. His eyes met yours, such a warm gaze making him feel loved even without doing anything. "Well, I'm glad the cuddle worked, Gallagher. You can always come to me when you can't sleep, I'll hold you until you can." Voice merely above a whisper, you gently told him.

Ian was feeling breathless. Everything about your welcoming and accepting nature deemed temptation; his pupils dilating, throat suddenly dry as if he's been dehydrated, stomach growling as if hasn't eaten in days, feeling your soft hand brush through his ginger hair as you stared at him innocently yet almost seducing. The tension was too thick to be cut with a knife. And with the growing urge to just give in to the temptation, Ian leaned forward without a second thought, capturing your lips in a kiss.

You made a noise of surprise that immediately caused Ian to pull away, a panicked look in his eyes, scared he might've ruined the most precious friendship he's ever had. Series of apology slipped past his lips, but you shut him up by putting a finger up to his lips.

"Don't apologize, I'm not mad, silly." You reassured, though concern plastered your face. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yeah," His response was nearly quick. "Why do you think I agreed to a sleepover?"

That angelic smile of yours returned again, chuckling. "Okay then, Gallagher. Do whatever you want." You said before kissing him again, letting the rest of the day continue.

Again, it was convenient that you're a switch, because even though Ian has tried bottoming before, he preferred topping, especially with you or Mickey. Well, you and Mickey now. Those sleeping around days were a lot... wild, to say the least.

You never slept with anyone besides Ian and Mickey, always uninterested in other guys and turning them down nicely quite often, which Mandy — your bestfriend — noticed. Questionable, of course, because there was one incident at the Alibi where she, Lip, and Fiona were present and you and Ian came out the bathroom covered in hickeys, not even bothering to hide them as the two of you sat down with them. However, when a guy noticed and realized what happened, they attempted to shoot their shot with you, miserably failing as you turned it down without further acknowledgement while Ian just shrugged, as if he already knew that was going to be your answer. Then, Mickey suddenly barged in only to tell you a short "not tired yet, are ya?" while walking to the bathroom, you smiled at Ian before following Mickey.

It happened quite a lot in different circumstances that even the Gallaghers caught up on how Ian and Mickey are the only ones you let getting in your pants.

It was a messy and complicated time where everyone had to deal with their own shit; Mickey with his homophobic upbringing and sexual crisis, Ian with his confusion in feeling something for both you and Mickey at the same time and doubts to himself, you with accepting your romantic attraction to both of them, keeping it locked in, and fulfilling the desire to be with them by sleeping with them. It's either they slept with each other, you slept with either of them, or the three of you slept together, all bonded somehow. Ian and Mickey were the first ones to get their shit together and officially became partners, and well... it honestly didn't turn out good back then due to you still dealing with your own shit that nobody ever noticed. That story could be for another day, though.

The point is, your friendship used to be wholesome, but the extent of it increased more when you three settled after all that shitshow. There were some toxicity at first, especially with Mickey struggling to overcome the genuinely awful upbringing he had — he was dating a guy after all, and not just one but two — along with Ian's diagnosis of bipolar disorder. But having each other and not giving up on each other made the toxicity disappear and morph into something positive, each of you going through some relationship development together.

Compared to back then, the three of you had grown overly comfortable with each other and the polyamorous relationship you had, not feeling discomfort when people look at you weirdly. Coming to terms with the issues truly helped.

However, neither Ian nor Mickey had come to terms with your kindness towards people who didn't deserve it, and they absolutely have no plans of coming to terms with it at all. People can be a lot rude and asshole when you're nice to them, which is why they simultaneously keep themselves and each other from strangling the person's neck everytime it treated or spoke to you horribly.

Well, frankly, nobody would understand and you don't expect them to. Too bad they gonna have to sooner than later, because you've been feeling a little irritable — it's only a matter of time before the truth cracks through the surface of friendliness and nice personality you've plastered on.

Once it does, people will be fucked.

You know who you are when you're not nice; it's never a pretty sight. It's a bloodbath.

Everything seemed perfect.

Dinner's pretty cheap, but it's not unbearable. One of the nicest things about you is that you don't care for the price as long as it's edible and tasty. You're not the one to fuss over the cheapness or expensiveness of anything and the Gallaghers loved that, because you wouldn't talk shit of how they can't afford shit. Birthdays are special occasion where people usually ask for expensive gifts, but the Gallaghers were always reminded by you not to go grand on celebrations or presents, because you didn't like them spending their money on something other than theirselves.

They still went with it though, going to a cheap local bar where they serve cheap dinner so everyone could celebrate the birth date of you, who was born special in southside Chicago with kindness that's seemingly a curse.

The night went by smoothly, everyone enjoying their time and having fun — You, Ian, Mickey, Mandy, Sandy, Lip, Fiona, Liam, Debbie, Franny, Veronica, Kev, and even Frank who was by the bar because his family disapproved of him joining. He still did, considering you're the nicest kid he's ever met.

Perfect. Everything was perfect. Too perfect that it's becoming strange, how well this night is going.

You were absolutely correct to feel like that.

Mickey's blood was boiling at the man that had suddenly approached the table with a friendly smile only to go around spitting whatever the fuck he wanted to talk about, mainly nasty things. But according to him, he knew you and you knew him, well enough, even though they didn't know him despite being your boyfriends. The Gallaghers were collectively surprised of his sudden appearance, considering none of them knew him, but concerns littered their faces when the man mentioned you.

"I honestly don't know what (Y/n)'s thinking, hanging out with Gallaghers and dating one," The man, who ( unwantedly ) introduced himself as Caius snickered.

Ian, despite his annoyance increasing at Caius' presence, tried to remain calm. "What's it to you? And fyi, he's also dating him, so don't fucking talk like that." He pointed at Mickey, who glared daggers at the man.

"Fuck, he's dating two guys?" Caius laughed mockingly. "And a Milkovich at that. But aren't you, like, bipolar though? With the gene." His mention of the diagnosis made Mickey furious as he slammed his hands against the table and attempted to stand up, only to be held back by Ian. Everyone had their blood boiling now, but forced themselves to keep calm since it's your birthday.

"I guess crazy psychopaths are his type, huh? With how the screws in his head are fucking loose, I'm not surprised." He snarled, looking at both of them. However, his words cuts through the boiling rage within Ian and Mickey as they both processed his words, furrowing their brows in confusion at the mention of the screws in your head being loose.

Before anyone could utter a single word, the loud sound of wine bottle smashing against the back of Caius' head erupts throughout the entire bar as he dropped to the floor cursing loudly, revealing you holding the remaining end of the shattered bottle. The nice look on your face no longer visible as it contorted into an expressionless expression, eyes holding utmost coldness with some unknown darkness within them that sent chills up everyone's spine.

You merely acknowledged Caius groaning in pain on the floor, throwing away the shattered piece of the wine bottle to the side as you nonchalantly patted off your hands of any invisible dirt.

"Oh my fucking god," Fiona was the first to react, terrified as she witnessed Caius touch the back of his head and get a blood on his palm. The other Gallaghers were already standing a feet away as they all jumped up and away from the table when you smashed a bottle on the man's head, completely shocked and stunned, Lip and Carl letting out holy fuck.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

"What the fuck did you just do?"

Ian and Mickey exclaimed in sync, with Ian looking at you while Mickey at Caius, both eyes wide and shock on their faces.

You shrugged, the usual smile completely nonexistent. "Smash a bottle on an old friend's head after talking shit about my boyfriends." The slightest hint of apathy in your tone worried them a bit, but you quickly shifted your cold gaze to Caius. "Quit fucking moaning, Caius. You already saw it coming when you decided to approach them while I was gone for the bathroom."

"Fuck," Caius groaned, laying on his back to shoot you a glare. "I just got fucking discharged from the hospital you put me in, shithead. A little nice sympathy maybe? The one you fucking show people."

"Certainly didn't need sympathy when you brought up Ian's bipolar disorder," You smiled sarcastically. "And don't be fucking dramatic, it was just few broken bones."

"You made me fucking bleed internally and you wanna call that just a few broken bones?" Caius snapped. Everyone's eyes widened.

Rolling your eyes, you folded the sleeves up of your button up while clenching and unclenching your fist, something that Ian and Mickey didn't miss. "Serves you right for planning to shoot Micky Milkovich. Unfortunately for you, I genuinely and utterly loathe someone describing either of them as crazy psychopaths, especially since Ian's been diagnosed bipolar, so..."

You grinned sadistically.

"Consider today your finally meet God and be sent to Hell day."

Everyone watched as you rub your face while talking to the cops about what happened inside the bar, the back of your hand all bloody and knuckles busted, probably tainted in both Caius' and your own blood. It was scary to see you so violent and, as Caius said, have screws in the head loose. The unlikeliness and the way you acted and looked so different from how you usually were terrified them.

Not Ian and Mickey, though. They were standing on both of your sides while the rest were a few feet behind, still attempting to calm down from the shock of witnessing your change in attitude and your true colors seeping through the cracks.

Your entire demeanor now was back to normal; not that cold, expressionless presence with terrifying apathy, but the warm, full of expression and accepting presence. You had quietly greeted the cops earlier with a small smile that turned into a frown of guilt, which somehow was enough for them not to handcuff you despite the damage you caused on Caius.

"I probably shouldn't have done all of those to him," You muttered thoughtfully while biting your lip. "I don't think I regret it though. He crossed the line, I got pissed."

"You normally don't get pissed, Mr. (L/n)." One of the cops remarked.

Shrugging your shoulders, you gave them a small smile. "That's just what you think of me. I don't really care if people insult me or talk shit about me, but my boyfriends are one of the most significant people in my life, so they're off-limits." Your soft tone falling down to a serious and firm one, you narrowed your eyes at the ambulance that contained Caius' unconscious body.

"Are Mr. Milkovich and Mr. Gallagher basically your trigger?" The other cop wondered.

You nodded immediately, "Yeah. I think so." Rubbing your nape with the uninjured hand nervously, you bit the inside of your cheek. "Shouldn't you be handcuffing me? I definitely went too far, I blacked out in anger, and he's unconscious with some injuries that are probably worse than what I think, so."

"Don't worry, witnesses came forward and shared what happened. They confirmed Caius went too far with the disclosure of a person's medical condition confidentiality."

Your eyes snapped to the cops, "Wait, really?"

"Yes, they understood how off-limits your boyfriends are and immediately talked to us after we arrived." The two cops smiled, seeing the look of relief on your face. "We'll get going then, Mr. (L/n). You have nothing to worry about it."

"Thank you." Sighing in relief, you gave them a look of gratitude as they began getting into their car.

"You're fucking one hell of an actor, (Y/n) (L/n)." Mickey remarked after seeing your face fall and glare threateningly at the ambulance as soon as the cops drove off.

"Hey," Ian softly called to catch your attention, cupping your face. "Look at me. Look at us. Calm down, (Y/n). It's fine, we're fine, okay? You don't have to be mad anymore."

Mickey watched silently from the side with his arm around Ian's waist and the other hand gently rubbing your arm to help bring comfort to you. Tense shoulders slowly softening and body relaxing, they witnessed the rage storm calm in your eyes as the hard gaze softened and you respond to their gesture by melting into their touch.

You sighed deeply, "Okay."

Both of them couldn't help but notice the empathy slipping back into your eyes and expression, brightening it up, making it seem more alive. Your eyes looked dead earlier when you were beating the life out of Caius until he was barely breathing, it honestly scared and freaked the fuck out of your boyfriends, even though they would probably never admit it. It was like seeing a soulless person because of the lack of empathy and all.

Though, seeing that happen definitely made them reconsider the thought that you grew up perfectly sane without bottled up issues in southside Chicago — They didn't realize the bottled up issues was simply your kindness and nice atittude, the main things that literally allows you to get whatever you want from anyone because it's the easiest way to manipulate others into giving you what you want, and they wouldn't even realize the manipulation.

That's your own shit to deal with; you force yourself to be nice and caring, so your apathy wouldn't come up to the surface and destroy things. However, Ian and Mickey somehow knew none of the nice or caring side you showed to them were fake. Because if they were, would you even be in a relationship with them?

It would probably take a lot of time to figure you out, especially when you seem to like hiding behind the nicest person in southside Chicago mask and never let the surface crack to get even a peek inside, but they were willing to try. You're their boyfriend after all.

"We'll figure it out, (Y/n)." Mickey gently says. "We always fucking do. Right, Gallagher?" He smirked at Ian, who instantly nodded with an of course, before Mickey grabbed the back of his head and kissed his lips.

You smiled at them, genuinely.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

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 ALIGNED 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, be 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 probably hears 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 poking your stomach? Ruining you, fucking 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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starring: lip gallagher x male reader

request: top reader and lip gallagher?, I don't know they've been trying for a while to have their first time but they are always interrupted by one of Lip's brothers, Fiona even caught them kissing in their underwear once,Do you like biting and have a big thing for breasts?

warnings: smut, making out, caught

to say it was hard to get laid in the gallagher house would be an understatement it was borderline impossible, from everyone running in and out of the house to you and lip being interrupted every 5 minutes when you were trying to make out and get in the mood.

and it was the first time so you wanted it to be special but you couldn't 'get it on' as carl put when every 30 minutes you had a new brother bursting through the door to get something, it was either ian and mickey pushing through the door making out to or carl coming in to grab something of his own, calling you some joking names before walking out.

once before, you and lip were making out on his bed in nothing but your underwear when the house was quiet and empty, or so you thought because all of a sudden you heard the door open and turned to see a shocked fiona standing there, just as lip got up to explain the sight in front of her "i didn't see anything" she said slamming the door.

it killed the mood instantly and you just ended up making out for the day, but now you were sure you could have a good time, lip called each of his siblings and told them he needed the house to himself and although they were definitely annoyed at the request they agreed to stay out of the house for the day so you two could finally do it.

now nicely layed in lips bed with him over you, him kissing at your neck as you took care of his and yours clothes leaving you both nude, you take in the holy sight of lips beautiful body, cupping his cheeks to meet your eyes with his "don't look at me like that" he says, a hint of red brightening his cheeks as you give him a coy smile.

"like what" you ask kissing him "like you wanna fuck me" lip chuckles "but i do, really really bad" you coo in a sultry tone, you could feel lip get harder "and i know you want me too" you whisper in his ear, tapping your dick against his ass, he looks down at you with eyes you couldn't really decipher, they had want, desperation, lust fullness, happiness, and nervousness all at the same time.

"please" lip lowly says, embarrassed by his own desperateness for your cock as he hides his face in your neck "m'kay then" you smirk at his shyness and kiss his neck before putting some spit on your tip and rubbing against his hole, letting out a little whimper from him "can i go" you ask pulling his ass apart "mhm yeah" he says.

you slowly push into lips hole, earning a moan from his mouth as he holds onto you for comfort and without even realizing you make it all the way in, to enthralled in lips noises that your hips were moving on their own, lip gasps at the feeling of being so full of you, if he was being honest he dreamed of this every night when he was jerking of but he'd never actually tell you that.

"can i move" you ask holding his hips in place, lip nods shakily with labored breaths as you begin stretching him out slowly but surely, and if you had to admit you were strangely close to cumming already, it was like lip was trying to milk you for every drop of cum and you weren't totally against it "are you trying to make me cum faster" you ask choking back a moan "mgh" was all lip manged to let out making you smirk "naughty boy" you mutter.

hearing you call him a naughty boy lip bit down on your neck lightly leaving a mark which you were definitely not going to cover up in the morning, lip presses you down into the bed before finally lifting his head to look at you, without any words he begins fucking himself on your cock, letting out a whine at he feels his good spot get grazed by you tip over and over.

"yeah just like that m'close" you lowly coo caressing his sides and holding onto his hips to keep him going before throwing your head and filling him up, lips eyes widening with how your cock spurts your cum into him "so fucking full" lip whimpers falling onto your chest.

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