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It always starts with a fight

Warnings: gun, Female reader, Y/n used, stealing, slight implications of smut. TW: KASH,nickname

 Pairing: Mickey Milkovich x Fem! Reader

A/n note: I'm sorry I've been so on and off lately! My job started up and I'm going back to school! But I'm back on writing finally!!

Requested (y/n): yes Hey girl!Could you make a Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader?Where the reader works at the Kash n grab, and Mickey comes in and keeps stealing, but at some point the reader surprises him by standing up to him. You can take it from there 

- Samantha ❤️

Request made by: @samantha-rae-velcher

It was a long day,and you were already fucking tired and upset. Kash had cut your pay in half because Mickey fucking Milkovich had been stealing while you were on shifts.

Thats why, today when Mickey walked in, and walked over to a basket, you got ready to grab the gun you had under the counter.

"I'm just gonna take my stuff and go, alright sweet pea? Alright sounds good" Mickey told you,and you gritted your teeth.

He didn't wait for an answer, and just kept walking around grabbing stuff. A Pringles tube, some sour cream, a hot dog packet, and more things you didn't have memorized off the top of your head.

He came up to the counter,smirking at you.

"Now,how about…hm…50 bucks from that cash register?" He asks, although you knew he wasn't asking.

You sighed,and made it look as though you were grabbing the money, before cooking the gun and aiming it at him, clicking off the safety as you did.

"How about you stop calling me fucking sweet pea,and you put the shit back" you demanded,cocking an eyebrow at hom,and motioning to the aisle where he got most of the stuff from.

That, was a mistake you didn't realize you were making.

He grabs the butt of the gun from you,wrenching it out of your hands and turning the barrel of the gun on you, and chuckling.

"Aw sweet pea, did you really assume that you could pull a gun on me?" He scoffed,and put some chips in the bag.

"And those too, sweet pea" Mickey hums out,to which you bit your lip and glared, opening the cash register.

You grabbed the money out of the register, before setting it down,watching as he reached out to grab it,to which you grabbed his hand, flipping him around and pushing him against a wall flipping the neon 'open' sign to 'closed'.

His face switched to one of surprise,which he quickly masked with a cheeky smirk,grounding against you slightly.

You gasped,your eyes widening as you let go of him in sheer surprise, to which he grabbed your waist,pushing you against the wall heavily.

"Never.underestimate.me.again. got it, sweet pea?" You nodded slightly,your eyes still wide as your breath was knocked out of you from him pressing you against the wall.

He grabbed you, the gun, and the cash,slipping the cash into his pocket.

"Thanks for the fun game" mickey hums out,grabbing the groceries and walking up backwards.

You calmed down for a bit before you realized something

"You son of a bitch,gimme my gun back!"

AND DONE!

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Y'all help

My friend loves rafe cameron,I forced her too by constantly sending her pictures of the smexy oldest Cameron child.

But she hates him with the buzz cut.....im so sad

alrighty! this could be tricky/messy but, could you maybe write something like cody reacting to his s/o being insecure and needing comfort since her last partner never complimented her? 🤍🥺 tyyy once again 🤍

of courseeeee!! would you like to be tagged when its out??

babe the way im literally salivating over this piece of work. “always yappin’ about how you wanna ride my biceps, or have my arm wrapped around that pretty little throat. god, you’re such a little whore for my arms, aren’t you?” GIRL....I CAN'T, THIS IS MWUAH

rafe putting you in a headlock while he fucks you.

“that’s it, baby. you’re taking it like such a good. fucking. girl.” rafe grunted, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. you were a fucking mess, as you normally are when rafe’s pounding your needy little cunt. your stomach laid flat against the mattress, rafe’s sculpted hips driving into your ass cheeks, watching them jiggle while he fucked you senseless.

being rafe’s girl was hard work. getting dicked down by his long, fat cock whenever you wanted. your perfectly done nails always pressing into the bedsheets or his massive biceps. he’d have you in every single position, whispering praises in your ear as you cried out his name over and over again. and in return, rafe was always so fucking proud of you. always taking his brutal poundings like a good girl.

rafe had bought you that new pink and black lacy set you wanted and as promised, it had been yanked off of you no more than 10 minutes after you put it on. his cock drove into you, his pace relentless, when he suddenly remembered the way you were gawking at his biceps earlier. talking about how you’d ‘ride the fuck out of them’ as if he couldn’t hear you mumbling the filthy things to yourself. you were always daydreaming about rafe and the things you’d do to him. except when it came to him actually taking you to pound town, you’d lay there like a helpless little bunny, fucked completely stupid.

before you knew it, rafe’s muscular arm slipped between the mattress and your neck, his arm curling around your neck. he hauls you back against his chest, the two of you now on your knees. your eyes widened in surprise as you felt his massive arm wrapped around your throat, your small hands coming up to curl around his arm. “that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? it’s not about the lingerie set, was it? you just wanted my arm wrapped around your throat in a fucking chokehold.”

your eyes rolled back from the pleasure of rafe slamming his cock against your g-spot and his bicep bulging against your neck. you whimpered, your nails digging into his arm as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom. “y-yes, daddy. just wanted t-this.” you moaned, your pussy squeezing rafe’s dick like he’s never felt before. shit, you really fucking liked this. you buried your mouth against his bulging bicep, sinking your teeth into the flesh. “oh fuck. there you go, baby. can’t even help yourself, can you?”

“always yappin’ about how you wanna ride my biceps, or have my arm wrapped around that pretty little throat. god, you’re such a little whore for my arms, aren’t you?” rafe grits through his teeth, his arm tightening around your throat. you could feel you orgasm creeping closer and closer, but rafe already knew. he could tell by the way your moans got higher in pitch and — fuck, the way your cunt was gripping his cock… it was obvious.

“that’s it, sweet girl. let go for me. show daddy how much you love having his big, muscular arm wrapped around your throat while he fucks your needy cunt.” rafe spoke lowly in your ear, the coil in his own stomach was nearly about to snap, his thrusts loosing their rhythm. you nodded your head against the restraint of his arm, crying out his name as you finally came around his dick, your pussy quivering desperately. your fingernails dug into his arm, leaving little red crescent shape indents as the pleasure ripped through you, losing reality for a moment.

rafe groaned loudly, the feeling of your cunt practically strangling his cock was too much for him. rafe’s arm tightens around your neck as he slams his cock into you, spilling his load deep inside your still pulsating pussy. after a moment, rafe loosened his grip on your neck, but his arm remains there. both his arm and large hand keeps you flush against his chest, your weakening body using him for support. the room fills with sounds of your heavy breathing, the smell of sex lingering in the air.

“you did so well for me, baby. my girl. my perfect fuckin’ girl.”