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@softmick / softmick.tumblr.com

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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

1 - "Ex Sex" 2 - "Trans Male Top" 3 - "Belly Kink" 4 - "Armpit Kink" 5 - Gun Play 6 - "Teeth" 7 - "Drugs" 8 - "Dirty Thoughts" 9 - "Temperature Play" 10 - “Embarrassment” 12 - "Facials" 13 - "Chastity" 14 - "Messy" 15 - "Punishment" 16 - Submission 24 - Pride/“Mirror Sex” 25 - "Aftercare" 26 - Sloth/"Riding" 27 - Blood

Everything is also on AO3!

Humbly sharing last year's works as well for all the new followers! Punishing Rhythm - A story in 31 drabbles. Public sex, jealousy, anal. what I ask, when I fucking ask - My super long self-indulgent fic. Mickey's in a chastity cage and gets overstimulated af. Read the tags. don't let it go to waste - consensual somnophilia. I think it's sweet. Happy reading! and lots of Thanks!

Mickey, who loves to be on his knees for his husband swallowing him down whole

Mickey, who prefers receiving handjobs in return because Ian’s hands are so big they can grip him completely, rough and calloused, with long ass fingers

Mickey, who craves doggy style because he can fall apart completely and let Ian be in total control

Mickey, who loves being choked in bed, and scratches down Ian’s shoulders, biceps, and back as he takes it

Mickey, who calms down as soon as Ian puts his hand on him

Mickey, who whimpers and cries when Ian takes his time teasing him

Mickey, who came so hard he nearly blacked out the first time Ian called him “good boy”

Mickey, who loves having sex with Ian

“if my dad finds out about this he will kill me himself.”

“since when does anyone need a reason to pistol whip mickey?”

“i guess the good thing about falling for mickey milkovich is you can always find someone better.”

“you’re a fucking pussy.”

sometimes in the blue shadows of evening, i give way to tender feelings. i go into a garden, smelling the fragrance of spring with my poor monstrous nose, and watch [a man and a woman] two men strolling together in the moonlight. i think how much i, too, would like to be walking arm in arm with a [woman] man, under the moon. i let myself be carried away, i forget myself - and then i suddenly see the shadow of my profile on the garden wall.

Seriously. I'm starting to block y'all on sight it has been quite long enough of a campaign to get you weaned off this terf's books and shows (and now games!)

Read. Another. God-damned. Book.

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Thanks to @ohkate for the brilliant @galladrabbles prompt of ‘prompt remix’. Here’s a sequel to @softmick’s drabble ‘Cuddles’ 💖

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Mickey is tense. On edge. He doesn’t make eye contact.

Ian’s not seen anyone look so nervous before. If anything, the clients he’s had so far have been a little too eager to get to the cuddling.

“We don’t have to do this.” Ian says gently.

For the first time, blue eyes meet green. “Yeah, this shit ain’t for me.” He shrugs but Ian can sense the disappointment.

“Ok. I’ll just go.”

Ian turns to leave but then stops. Trust his instincts and turns back around. Opens his arms.

Mickey bites his lip, steps forward into the embrace and sighs.

this week, the brilliant @ohkate is hosting a @galladrabbles prompt remix!

the mission: write a sequel to a previous galladrabble — but it can't be your own. choose someone else’s drabble that inspired you, stuck with you, or sparked an idea, and continue the story in your own way. just be sure to include a clear link or screenshot of the original so we know what you’re building on! and be sure to tag the original author for credit.

in december of 2023, @dynamic-power submitted the prompt "room for more" & @darlingian wrote simply stunning smut starring happy to please ian & full, stretched, & deliciously marked mickey! when i reblogged it at the time, i confessed to getting heated in the middle seat while on a flight & here's my guess at what might happen next...

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Ian’s ring finger inches it’s way towards his others, and despite the snug pleasure of Mickey clamping down around him, he regrets using his right hand.

How delicious Mickey would sound, a whine escaping him as the symbol of their undying commitment left a stinging kiss on his most sensitive skin. How decadent it would feel for them both, to know it was inside of him. For Ian to watch for the flash of slippery silver thrusting in and out alongside his thick, pulsing cock.

Oh fuck, he’s close.

Ian’s pinkie presses against Mickey’s perineum, and laughing, shivering, they shatter.

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